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Angrily in Love

two mafia families, two heirs. they should’ve stay away from one another, they usually do. but a new threat forces them to work together. and you know what they say; the line between hate and love can be blurry

enemies to lovers, mafia member!jungkook, mafia tech! reader, bickering, pining, angst, little fluff, strong female lead, SARCASM. light smut. tw: MENTIONS OF death/murder. brief mention of prostitution (no character does this it’s only mentioned)

wc: 20.2k she’s a long one

12 months ago

London, England

You stand deathly still, spine straight and eyes forward. The cold metal of the gun strapped to your thigh makes your skin itch but you don’t move, not one inch. No one can see you, you were certain of that but then again you didn’t dare do anything that could even possibly garner any attention. No, you kept close to the tree who’s shadow was helping keeping you hidden. Not too far in front of you, but far enough to not be seen, a coffin is slowly moved six feet below. There was no sounds of anyone crying, not even a sniffle was made from any of the small group of people attending the funeral. They simply just watched, straight unwavering faves as two men began to shovel dirt on top of the coffin and as soon as the first load of dirt fell upon the casket- everyone in attendance turned and left without looking back. You waited, longer then you needed to, before walking over once the two men had finished their job of burying the coffin. Now you stood at the end of the freshly done grave, staring down at the headstone, blinking a couple times you bent down on your knees. A small smile graced your lips slowly.

“bye father, rot in hell”

Present

New York, United States

Y/N

It was silent, except for the occasional scrapes of metal cutlery against the plates, as you and your Grandfather ate dinner. Although no words were being exchanged, it was comfortable. This man had raised you his entire life and he doted on your every move since the day you were born, he was the reason you carried on in this trauma filled existence. Being involved in the underground dealings of the world should’ve been terrifying, you should’ve screamed and begged to not be inflicted in mafia business. But you didn’t, in fact, you thrived on this lifestyle. You were smart, more so then most men in this type of business and most of them knew that. The things you could find out with a simple laptop could crumble someone’s entire life with one click.

“y/n, dear, i have a job for you” This immediately peaked your interest, dropping your cutlery you looked to your Grandfather at the end of a rather large dining table. Well, it had to be big to fill the space- it was a mansion you were in after all. High ceilings, glamorous decor and extravagant windows.

“what do you need me to do?” There wasn’t a lot you wouldn’t do for him, all he had to do was give you the word and you were on it. He reached into his suit pocket, pulling out a white envelope before standing and walking the distance between the two of you. He placed the envelope in front of you before giving you a pat on the shoulder

“you’re not going to like this love, but it needs to be done” You furrow your eyebrows at this but remain silent and open the envelope

- Codes to a locked spreadsheet your father kept hidden: break into it.

- New group started, your father knew it would happen he has information.

- You’re partner for this: Jeon Jungkook

Your jaw tightens, the last person on this earth you’d want to work with was Jeon Jungkook. The rivals families heir? The cocky, insufferable bastard?

“get it done” Is all your Grandfather says before walking out of the dining room and off onto his wing of the mansion. Letting out a sigh you flip the sheet in front of you. On the back of the paper were several computer codes and you gave a little nod to yourself before sliding the paper back into the envelope and standing before retreating to your wing of the mansion. If this is what needed to be done, then you’d just have to suck it up and do the job.

London, England

Jungkook

He sat with a straight face, looking at the cards between his fingers before casually drifting his gaze to the men sat around the table. Smoke from cigarettes filled the air and the smell mixed with the scent of scotch.

“stop looking so serious Jungkook, this is a friendly game” Taehyung, one of his closest men, smirked as Jungkook’s remained unmoving. He always took poker so seriously, always the competitive type.

“i wouldn’t call ten grand at risk a friendly game” Yoongi quipped before the men around the table chuckled, they knew that amount of money meant nothing to them. It was pocket change if anything. “i fold” He sighed before placing his cards face down and taking a swig of his scotch before rising from the table and walking off.

“what will it be Jungkook?” Namjoon asked from across the table, just the two of them left in the game and it was up to Jungkook whether he folded or risked it and raised. Of course, he raised before showing his deck and leaning back in his chair with a raised eyebrow “you’re such a cocky bastard you know that?” Namjoon let out before showing his cards and standing from the table, leaving Jungkook to collect his winnings. Smirking he left the money on the table, he’d come back for it.

“Jeon, duty calls!” One of his fathers men shouting down into his den got his attention and he sighs before standing

“funs over, don’t take my winnings” He says before going up the stairs to the exit of his sanctuary before heading straight to his fathers office. Not that it was a quick journey, the mansion was not lack in size. The Jeon estate was one to be marvelled at, Jungkook’s wing alone was enough to be classed as a mansion in its own right. But once he did make it, he walked straight in not bothering to knock as he did so. His father didn’t flinch, used to his son barging in as he pleased.

“son, take a seat” He did so, eyeing the two men that stood behind his father, it almost made him chuckle. His own father felt the need to protect himself from him, although he’d be a fool not to. Jungkook had skills that any would dream to have mastered, he was undeniably strong with a quick brain. If he wanted to, he’d have both guards dead aswell as his father within minutes. “we have a problem” Jungkook quirked a brow, not saying anything, so the older man continued “theirs a new alliance brewing, we got wind of it last week but didn’t feel it was that worrying. But it’s important this gets squished now”

“stop talking around the topic and get to the specifics” Jungkook had no time for riddles, if there was a job to be done all information needed to be given to him now so he could do what he needed to

“before you were born there was a family that were said to be the most dangerous in the world. we thought every single one of them were dead, turns out we were wrong. and when i say we son, i don’t mean just our family” Staying quiet, Jungkook eyed his father urging him to continue his little story. “the y/l/n’s” He concluded and Jungkook’s muscles tighten. Their rivals, the bane of his existence and the worst of the lot? You. He met you a handful of times, all memory of them made him uncontrollably angry. You were a sarcastic little woman and every word that came out of your month made him want to cut your tongue off. The worst thing about it was how attractive you were, he always left the small altercations you two had extremely mad and half hard. But no matter what, they’d always be bad blood between the two of you- especially after last year.

“where do i come into this?” His father took a deep breath before leaning back into his chair, fingers interlocking with one another.

“i need you to take out that last family member. we just don’t know where they’re hiding, but someone can find out and they’re grandfather already agreed to a temporary alliance” Anger arose within him, fearing he already knew who exactly his father was talking about “you’re heading to new york”

New York, United States

Y/N

You took a deep breath as you stood at the back exit of the airport, waiting on a secret runway. In a few short minutes your worst nightmare would be landing and coming out of his private jet. Why you had to come and meet him was beyond you, but your Grandfather asked and hell would freeze over before you said no to him. Although, it just might actually freeze over now it’s leader was about to land in front of your very eyes. The devil himself; Jeon Jungkook. You heard the jet above your head, you were quite a distance from the runway of course but it was still deafening. Tilting your head up, you scoffed as you looked at his jet

Jeon Air

It was all back with white writing, making it extremely obvious who owned the jet. Once it finally came to a halt, you didn’t make a move to walk over. choosing to stay by the door that led to the secret tunnels leading out. The door opened and you spot him coming out the entrance, deep black suit covered his muscles and shades hid his eyes. He spots you and you know he did because he tenses, it makes you chuckle. Walking down the steps he stops at the bottom of them as someone comes over with his suitcase, handing it over to him. Taking it, he extends the handle and begins to walk in your direction. Once he’s close, you turn and open the door and begin the walk out not even bothering to greet him. You simply didn’t want to.

“what a lovely warm welcome” He mumbled behind you and you roll your eyes and continued walking ahead, not wanting to get involved in his little game. The noise of his suitcase wheels grinding against the floor was echoing in the long tunnels. You felt him shuffle with something and you just knew exactly what he was doing, how predictable he was. Smoothly, you reach to your thigh pulling the gun from your strap and turning to point it straight between his eyes. You met the sight of the barrel of his own gun, pointing down at you as he stopped walking. Then it was a stare off, you felt ridiculous but he pulled his on you first and he did it while your back was turned- how pathetic.

“you’re not subtle at all, i heard the shuffling. you should work on that” His lip twitched, making your smirk. He was so easy to annoy and it bought you joy to do so.

“you think you’re so smart”

“i don’t think, i know” In one quick motion your leg raise, your ankle hitting his wrist making the gun slip from his grasp and you could see the shock on his face. Keeping your gun pointed at his direction you stepped towards him, hand coming up to grip his tie. “are you sure you’re a mafia bosses son? because disarming you was way too quick” Then you were pushing him, he was strong but you were quick. Now against the wall, he stared down at you breathing hard as your grip tightened upon his tie. “don’t underestimate me Jeon” The pair of you held your eye contact in silence, he could’ve pushed you away, in one quick motion he could’ve had your arms behind your back and face against the wall. But he remained still and you knew you had won this time. Finally, you released his tie and stepped backwards until your feet met his fallen weapon. You kick it and it makes a loud noise as it slides over to him on the concrete floor. Without a word you take off and continue walking, you hear him collect his gun and the noise of wheels on his suitcase fills the silence once again. Once you reach the end you push open the door and the sun beats down onto your skin and makes you squint slightly as you slip your gun back into the strap on your thigh. You were enjoying the warming of your skin from the summer heat before you felt him standing behind you, instantly spoiling the moment.

“if you’ve finished whatever you’re doing, i’d like to leave” Closing your eyes momentarily, you mentally count to five to calm yourself before walking to your car and he followed. It stood out like a sore thumb, a cyan tinted Bugatti Divo, your little baby. You unlock it before popping the boot to let Jungkook put his luggage in.

“put your shit in the boot, then get in and don’t touch a fucking thing inside” You gave your simple instructions before getting into the drivers seat, waiting for him. Looking in the mirror you see him rounding the back and heading for the door so you close the boot with a simple button as he opens the door and slides in. Wincing as he shuts the door a little too hard for your liking you side eye him. “don’t slam my doors you fucking imbecile” He gives you a look before reaching for the door, holding your stare he opens it and proceeds to slam it shut. Your jaw clenches, he smirks. “you’re lucky my grandfather wants you alive Jeon” With that, you turn the engine on and without warning speed out of your parking spot making Jungkook fly back in his seat, the idiot didn’t put his belt on.

The y/l/n Estate

Jungkook

His eyes explored the place as the grand gates opened to your estate, it felt strange. He was basically crossing enemy lines with no protection other then the gun tucked into waist. Flashes of you kicking it from his grip comes to his mind and then to you having him up against the wall. God why didn’t he push you back, teach you a lesson for putting your hands on him? Shaking himself from his thoughts he took note of his surroundings, your land seems to be slightly bigger than his own, a lavish little fountain was placed at the end of the long drive up to the mansion. Of course, the y/l/n family knew how to show off. You parked the car beside the estate, not uttering a word as you open the boot and get out of the car. Rolling his eyes, he opens the door and steps out

“slam that door and i’ll pin you against it” Your voice calls as you walk away, not even turning to his direction but you wait for him to get his stuff as you face the entrance to the home. Taking a breath he closes the door, softly, before grabbing his suitcase from the boot. As soon as it hits the ground you press your button to close the boot before locking the car and walking inside, leaving Jungkook to follow along. He argued about this, staying at your family’s mansion. All he wanted was to stay at a hotel and see you only when necessary but his father declined, stressing that your Grandfather had extended his hospitality and it would be much easier to work together under one roof. Huffing, he enters and takes a look around the place. If he were honest with himself he’d say he preferred this place to his own home, it was more welcoming. Photos of you and your grandfather hung all over the place, just the two of you. Well that was expected, he knew your father was dead and buried back in England.

“Mr Jeon!” A loud, booming voice almost echoed against the walls and his gaze turns away from the pictures to see your grandfather walking towards him from the top of the stairs. He was on edge to say the least, he was the head of his rivals and here he stood watching him come down the stairs, smile on his face until he stood in front of him. His age was evident, the full head of grey hair and greying beard. But you’d think he was your father then grandfather, he still looked young. “welcome to our home Jungkook” He waved a hand in the air and a guy, clearly a worker came over and took his suitcase from his grip and began retreating into the mansion “He’s taking it to y/n’s wing, you’ll stay there” He had to hold in the eye roll he wanted to let out, of course he was being put there. “We have a wing for guests but i think you’ll be more comfortable in her wing and it will be easier to work together” Jungkook gave a nod, not bothering to speak, he didn’t truly trust this man. There was no way he ever would, he knew what he was capable of. “Come, i’ll get you settled in, seems as y/n has disappeared” He begins walking in the same direction as the worker had and Jungkook followed, eyeing his surroundings as he did so. They reached an elevator and it was a huge one, your grandfather pressed the button and the pair entered together. It was silent as the doors closed and the lift began moving.

“i know you’re probably on edge, crossing enemy lines” Your grandfather broke the silence and Jungkook raised an eyebrow, keeping his eyes in front of him “but i promise you, while you��re under my roof no harm will come to you. i admire you actually” This took Jungkook by surprise, not even his own father said any sort of praise to him but here was the head of his rivals doing just that “you’re a strong kid, your head is screwed on right. iam happy to have this alliance, even if it’s temporary” With that the doors opened and your grandfather walked away and left Jungkook a little stunned. He took a moment before exiting the lift, his eyes widen slightly. It was like entering a completely different mansion. The walls were black, halloween-like decor filled the space, strangely close to what his wing looked like back home. “this is your room, y/n’s is down the corridor to the right. kitchen is to the left and there’s a staircase at the back leading to the land out back. there’s also a gym down the corridor opposite y/n’s room, iam sure you’ll want to take advantage of that” The man finishes by giving Jungkook a pat on his bicep, before leaving back in the direction he came from, he could hear the faint ding of the lift. Opening the door he takes it in, large king bed in the middle with black silk sheets. The walls matched while the units were bright white. Damn, he actually liked it better then his own place and he decorated that place himself. His suitcase was left at the end of the bed and he stepped in to unpack before loud music filled the wing. Turning in the direction it came from, his curiosity got the better of it and he followed it. The closer he got to the gym, the louder it got. He stopped outside, the the door made of glass meaning he can see right inside and he noticed you. In your exercise gear, leggings and sports bra, your back faced him as you punched into a bag hung from the ceiling. With music covering his sounds, he opens the door and stalks over to you- it was time to teach you a lesson. It was payback for the airport, he wasn’t just going to let anyone get away with disrespecting him. He wasn’t going to doing anything bad, trip your foot and pin you to the floor just enough to embarrass you. Inching closer, his hand raised you grip the back of your neck but it all happened so fast. Your right hand reaches behind your head, gripping his wrist as you swipe your leg into his while simultaneously pulling his arm forward. He flips over your back, onto the mat in front of you. In an instant your on top of him, blade pinned to his neck making him gasp lightly.

“you’re testing my patience Jeon” He looks up at you, eyes narrowed as you hold the blade flush against his neck. “keep it up Jungkook, see how long you last” With that you stand off him and walk over to smack a button, turning the music off before you stomp out of the gym. His eyes followed you until his head hit the mat, breathing hard as he stares at the ceiling.

The y/l/n’s Estate

Y/n

You sat in the main living room floor, beside your grandfather’s legs as he sits on the sofa behind you. The pair of you working on a puzzle that was scattered on the table. This was an activity the pair of you did often, ever since you were a teenager you’d do puzzles with him. It was nice to do this, it had been a couple days since Jungkook arrived and all you had done was ignore each other.

“i hope you’re making our new house guest feel welcome” Your jaw clenches at the mention of him under your roof, not wanting to be reminded he was now settling into your wing instead of the guest wing.

“sure am” You get out through clenched teeth, not wanting to upset him. He chuckles as he fishes through the pieces trying to find the last corner piece.

“look, you may not like this y/n but this new group are bad news. they’re a great threat to us, it needs to be dealt with and the best way to do so is with this alliance.” Sighing you nod, understanding that he was right. You and Jungkook were the sole heirs to two massive empires, you both have the training and knowledge to deal with this problem. Although you knew this, you certainly wasn’t going to be happy about it.

“sir, Mr Jeon says he has some information he needs to share” A voice makes you look up and it’s Anna, your grandfather’s wing housekeeper. She basically raised you alongside him, been with you for as long as you can remember.

“tell him to meet me in my office please Anna, i’ll wait there” You ask, standing before giving a smile to your grandfather before heading off to your work quarters. It was a floor above your wing, the top floor of the mansion, anything business related got dealt with on that floor. Sitting down at your desk, it was large and deep black, you open your laptop and jump slightly when the door opens harshly.

“it’s polite to knock” You grumble as he swings the door closed and sits nonchalantly in the chair opposite

“it’s also polite to not be a raging bitch maybe you should stop doing that” Glaring at him from across the desk, he simply stares back.

“what’s this important information you’ve found?” Leaning back in your chair he clears his throat lightly before speaking

“my father said he found out a location they could be working from, we need to chase it up” Nodding you begin going through your laptops security camera programme

“address” You state simply and you hear him huff, probably in annoyance at your tone but you couldn’t care less, you had no time to be nice to him neither did you want to.

“here” He mumbles, throwing a piece of paper on the desk, you lean your hand out with even looking up and slide it over to you. Quickly typing the address into your laptop you pull up the information and find six cameras in the area. It only takes you a couple of minutes before you hack into them and pull up the feeds. It was a place holding shipment containers with a few warehouses near by.

“ok got it” Leaning back once again you begin flipping through the different cameras trying to find anything interesting

“got what exactly?” You don’t say anything, just lift you hand telling him to come over before moving you hand back to the laptop. Jungkook huffs again but stands and rounds the desk, leaning down he raises an eyebrow “the security cams for the address?”

“yep” For a moment you think you can see a look cross his face that seems he’s impressed but it disappeared before you could really tell.

“car pulling in, camera four” This has you pulling yourself into further into the desk and double click on said camera. A blacked out van stops just inside the entrance gates, you and Jungkook lean closer to the laptop as you watch in silence. A few moments pass before four guys hope out, all holding familiar looking guns making your eyes widen

“m2 smg’s, only military should be in possession of them” Jungkook’s turns to you at the information, this was a much bigger problem then he originally thought

“how could you tell what guns they were so quickly? the image is so grainy” He sounded genuinely curious, he was quite well educated when it came to guns but even he couldn’t tell that fast. You simply shrug

“found my fathers armoury at twelve, became obsessed with finding out what it all was” At the mention of your father he tenses, so do you. You regret it even coming out of your mouth so you quickly move on “if these guys are getting military grade equipment they must have killer connections”

“yeah, or they’re stealing. both are as bad as each other” He states, leaning away from the table shoving his hands in his suit pockets. You think for a moment, right now there wasn’t much that could be done. Rounding up people and storming down there would just end up in a blood bath, reporting them to police was out of the window- when it came to police that option was always out the window with your families. With a new thought suddenly coming to mind, you move your hands to your laptop and minimise the cameras before moving onto to something else. “what you doing?” Jungkook leans down to get a good look, again he sounds genuinely interested which makes a change for his normal asshole way of speaking

“serial numbers, all of those guns should have serial numbers. if i can track all the shipments the military have been sent of those smg’s, i could see whether they were stolen they have to report that. that should answer our question if they have connections or not”With that, you tapping at your keys while Jungkook watches over your shoulder- did he not know the term personal space? Nonetheless you said nothing, just worked on finding the information you needed. You had to block your IP Address, and make sure you were leaving no trace of you ever entering these programmes. This was going to take some time, so once everything was set and loading you stand making your shoulder brush Jungkook’s arm making him stand with you.

“what can’t do it? not as gifted as you thought?” His head tilts to the side to aide his snarky tone as his hands slide right back into his pockets

“it’s loading, i have to wait. what have no idea how these things work? too stupid?” You match his previous tone, tilting your head to the side aswell. He narrows his eyes at you but you bare it no mind and shoulder check him as you walk past him and out your office. Sure you could’ve walked the other way, but you were too petty for that. You stand in the hallway before turning back to face him “get out” He raises an eyebrow at your demand “like iam gonna trust you in there, you’re a Jeon after all” He lets out a breathy single chuckle before he finally moves his feet and then shoulder checks you at the door, before walking in the direction of the lift

“bitch” You hear him faintly mumble, you run your tongue over your top teeth before you slam the door behind you and let out a smirk when you notice his body jump slightly at the sudden noise.

The y/l/n Estate

Jungkook

He stares at the ceiling, not sure what the time was but he new it was late. or really early. Huffing he tossed and turned, he couldn’t fucking sleep ever since he was jolted awake from the stupid nightmare. The loud bang of the gun, the screaming, the blood- Yeah he definitely wasn’t going back to sleep anytime soon. It was pathetic really, he took many lives and he didn’t have an ounce of shame or regret about any of them. But that first kill- it kept coming back to haunt him. Sighing he flings the covers back, getting on his feet he leaves the room and heads straight to the kitchen. It was eerily quiet and dark, not a single sound was even coming from outside. The perks of living in a mansion in the middle of nowhere, he knew about that too well. He keeps his eyes downwards as he reaches the kitchen, hoping to find some sort of alcohol in there. Strolling in he jumps at the sound of a glass hitting a marble surface. His head jumps up, you’re standing at the marble island- scotch in your grip as you stare at him in the entrance way. It was a kind of scary sight, you standing there in the dark drinking with a gun resting next to the glass. Without any words you turn, grab an empty glass from the cupboard before placing it down and sliding it onto the surface towards him. An invitation to drink he supposed. Walking into the kitchen now he grips the glass as you now slide the bottle of scotch in his direction. He begins to pour himself a healthy amount as you drown the rest of your drink before walking around the island, just sporting a long t-shirt and socks.

“don’t drink all my shit, i will have to kill you in your sleep” With that, you’re gone and he lets out a chuckle with no humour in it. He didn’t doubt you actually would, you’ve been dying to put a bullet in his head for the last year, probably longer then that. Jungkook sipped on his drink as he stared out the window opposite him, the moonlight seeping in making it not total pitch black. He didn’t even know why you didn’t fight against having him here, you couldn’t stand him, you wanted him dead. Yet here you were, letting him sleep under your roof and drink your scotch. It annoyed him, infuriated him that you were showing an ounce of sympathy towards him, he didn’t need you to feel sorry for him. He was already feeling sorry for himself enough for everyone. Sighing, he refilled his glass a little but downed it all straight away. He needed to solve this new crew nonsense as fast as possible, he needed to go home, needed to get away from you.

When the sun rose the next morning the faint sound of music filled his ears. His eyes fluttered open and it took him a second to remember where he was and when he did, he groaned. Stretching, he sat up and focused on the music he could hear slightly. It sounded like jazz, he could hear the occasional trumpet mixed with other instruments. He stands and slips on a plain white shirt before leaving the room, the music gets clearer as he does so. It’s coming from your gym, he furrows his brows as he stands in the hallway. why would you listen to jazz to work out? Moving his feet, he doesn’t know why but he walks to the gym- his curiosity got the better of him. The music gets louder and Jungkook turns the corner and he sees the glass door to your gym, he gets closer and peeks through. His eyes meet you and your Grandfather happily dancing to the music playing through the gym. He thinks it’s the first time he’s seen a genuine smile on your lips as your Grandfathers spins you by your arm making you let out a laugh. A pain struck his heart, so this is what a happy home could look like? He wouldn’t know, his mother left when he was a kid and his dad only wanted him to do work. God he hated this feeling, that empty gnawing pit at his stomach that let him know he was jealous, jealous at the fact you and your Grandfather were so close when the only true meaning of family he knew were his friends. Deciding he had seen enough he spun on his heel and went back to his room, feeling even more sorry for himself. As he was getting his outfit ready the music stopped and it was quiet before he heard steps coming in his direction. He stopped moving and waited before two knocks on the door echoed throughout the room.

“got a new lead Jeon, come to my office” With that, your footsteps retreated back from the door and he heard the faint ding of the lift. Sighing, he got dressed and smoothed down his blazer before doing up the buttons and leaving the room to make his way to your office. It’s silent as he rides the lift to your office and all he can bring himself to feel is annoyed. He hated that he had to be here and he hated having to work with you.

The y/l/n Estate

y/n

You’re tapping on you’re laptop, finally being able to search the military reports you had left loading the previous day. Not only did you have those reports now, you also had the information from beyond the grave. Aka: your father. Of course he withheld important information and kept it all locked up for himself. Sometimes, you felt guilty for being relieved he was dead- then you’d remember who he was and what he did. You don’t feel so bad then. Someone clearing their throat alerts you to their presence and you look up from your screen and see Jungkook standing in the doorway. You left the door open, not wanting him to burst in and have to teach him about basic manners. Lifting your hand you indicate to the chair in front of, telling him to sit and if you weren’t already drained from having him in your space- you would’ve told him to not only sit but to shut the fuck up for good measure. However, you were fed up and tired, so you chose to say nothing.

“what’s the lead?” He breaks the silence, and you look back to your screen momentarily to finish what you were doing before looking back up.

“military reported a shipment of m2 smg’s missing four months ago, i found out that a boat carrying those guns was raided by an unknown group.” Jungkook appears to think about the information, although you don’t care if he has anything to say so you continue “we have a confirmed location that the group likes to frequent” He seems shocked by this, but that expression is wiped away in a second.

“the location we saw them at yesterday?” You shake you head to say no before speaking, you didn’t want to mention that this was your fathers leads so you chose to leave that little bit out

“my grandfather gave me some codes to break into this whole load of information. before you came i started up up the programme and it’s finally done. on the list was a club the head of this group has been confirmed to frequent. we now have a name, face and location.” With that, you open your top desk drawer and pull out a packet you put together of the information you found. You didn’t really want to sit and explain everything to him, so this was the best option “read through that, memorise the leaders face, height, weight, name all of the above. later, we’ll go to the club” He stops flipping through the pages to look up at you as you stand

“we’re going to go? on our own? isn’t that something you should’ve consulted with me on?” Rolling your eyes you close your laptop, the sound echoing in your office

“iam consulting with you now” You pick up your laptop and walk around the desk to leave, he scoffs and stands up to block you from the door

“no, you’ve already decided the plan. we’re meant to work together stop being so fucking bossy and involve me in the decision making!” His voice started to raise, you sigh and sit on the edge of your desk gripping your laptop in front of you

“okay, what time do you want to go to the club ten or eleven?” He glares at you and you shrug “you wanted to be involved, we can go at whichever time you like sweetheart” You stand then, watching as his tongue pokes against his cheek clearly annoyed. God, you hated him but he was hot when he was angry. He steps forward, making your head tilt up slightly to look at him. You could feel his breathe on your face but you weren’t about to back down, he didn’t scare you.

“you’re intolerable” He gets out through gritted teeth and you smile up at him, it wasn’t sincere and you both knew that. Jungkook keeps his eyes on yours and you hold the stare, smile still planted on your lips.

“good, you’re the last person i want to make feel comfortable. i hope you hate every day you’re working with me” His jaw tightens, he leans his head down nose bumping against yours momentarily almost making you falter but you stay put “we leave at ten, be ready” You get out before stepping to the side and leaving your office, you’re about to rush off to your room but turn to stare at him still stood in your office. You’d never leave him in there, not one ounce of trust in your body for him.

“iam leaving, don’t wont to snoop around your office anyway. i have better things to do” He finishes his sentence with his back to you before he turns and begins to walk in your direction. Giving you one final look, he bumps your shoulder and walks away.

Albany, New York

11:24pm

Your heels click on the pavement and a tight red dress clings to your thighs and you walk beside Jungkook in the busy streets on New York. The dress didn’t allow for you to wear your gun on your thigh, it would clearly be seen, you opted for a blade tucked into your bra. You knew Jungkook had a gun tucked in the back on his belt, he always did and in some way that made you feel a little more relaxed. Turning a corner you spot the neon sign you’ve been keeping an eye out for, and stop your movement while placing your hand on Jungkook’s arm to get him to stop walking too.

“we’re here. remember the all information?” He gives you an exasperated look as you keep your eyes on the club and everyone going in and out

“not a rookie” Is all he says making you roll your eyes, he couldn’t just give you a simple yes or no?

“whatever, let’s go through the back entrance. front is too dangerous they could check for weapons” You don’t wait for a reply, just walk towards the alley behind the club and you hear his footsteps following you. The closer you get you notice a worker push open the door, you push yourself against the wall before the alleyway. Jungkook stands directly behind you, you can feel him as he pushes up against you to hide himself. Letting out a breathe you quickly jump into action when the worker goes back through the door. You run up and hold the door open, slipping through it and Jungkook comes right in after you. Silently, you both make your way down an empty hallway towards the music that continues to grow louder. At the end of the hallway was the back of the club, opposite through a small crowd of people was the bar

“ok, let’s head straight for the bar. get a drink and find a good view point” Jungkook simply nods, you knew he hated when you boss him around- so you made sure to always do it. The pair of you give each other a look before turning and entering into the crowd and walking over to the bar. You look around as Jungkook gets the bartenders attention, you were surprised that there wasn’t many people.

“what do you want?” You turn your attention to Jungkook as he waits for your order

“white wine” He nods and turns back to the bar tender, in a couple minutes he hands you your glass and pays for the drinks. Suddenly, the music turns down it doesn’t stop but it was too quiet for a club

“what’s happening?” Jungkook whispers to you and you shrug, maybe it was technical difficulties? You’re about to suggest that when people all around you start kissing, not softly either. Your eyes widen as some people get on floor to make out while some make use of the booths. Both you and Jungkook whip your heads around in shock but then it hits you.

“fucking hell, it’s a sex club!” You get out as you look to Jungkook, his hands in fists as he tries not to look around him. “we look so out of place, come on” You use your free hand to tug him to an empty booth, planting your wine on the table you turn and take his drink from him and putting it next to yours.

“what’s your genius plan now? we’re gonna get fucking caught!” Ignoring him, you’re pushing him down to sit in the booth. His eyes widen as you stand in front of him.

“just shut the fuck up and listen” You pull the hem of your dress up and little before sitting yourself down on his lap. He looks up at you, pupils shaking as you settle yourself onto his lap “keep a look out over my shoulder, try to find our guy. this is the only way we don’t get caught” Taking an inhale you move you lips to his neck, his hand slam onto the seat either side of him. “am only kissing your neck okay? we won’t stick out and you can still see everyone around” You get out your reason, it really was life or death if you were caught out, who knows what could happen? So, you suck up your pride and gently place a kiss beneath his ear. You hear him suck on a breath, most likely surprised but you continue. Placing another kiss in the spot you then move more towards his throat, sucking at a certain spot this time. His hands fly to your waist making you jump but you carry on. You move back up to below his ear, getting a little carried away lick a little strip up his skin ending at his ear. Another sigh escapes his lips and you grip his shoulders as you focus back onto the base of his throat. You can feel him swallow over your lips and you change between gentle kisses and sucking.

“fuck y/n stop” You detach your lips from him but don’t move to lean up

“what did you spot him?” His grip tightens on your waist as he shakes his head no “don’t tell me stop then we’re gonna look suspicious” Most of the club goers were mostly undressed now, if you were just sat here talking you really were about to get caught. You move your head back down but Jungkook moves his head away from your reach making you huff “i know this isn’t ideal but it’s for the mission! do you want us dead? why the fuck-”

“iam fucking hard y/n” He grits out as his head whips back in your direction, his breathing hard as he pushes you tighter against his lap and then you feel it. He is hard. “iam hard okay, that’s why i told you to fucking stop” He whispers under his breath before he leans his head back against the booth. You’re stunned, hands gripping his shoulders tightly. You should’ve probably got off his lap, ended the mission and gone home. But you stayed put, why? It turned you on, it ashamed you to admit it to yourself but god were you so turned on. All you did was suck on his neck and he was hard, were you that touch starved that you’d happily sit here and tease Jungkook- your enemy, rival even? Yes, you were. Slowly, one of your hands moved from his shoulder to his chest. His head flings up from the booth to look up at you on his lap “what are you doing?”

“staying in character” You whisper before sliding your hand from his chest to his stomach. He inhales hard as he watches you, his own hands sliding from your waist to smooth along your exposed thighs. It was like you were in a trance, everything about the man beneath you annoyed every bone in your body. But as he looks up at you, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he grips your thighs? You have no hate, just lust. With your fingers resting above his belt, you lean forward making Jungkook release his bottom lip from his teeth. You edge closer, your bottom lip grazing his top lip

“party’s over!” A loud voice makes the pair of you jump, you stand from his lap breathing heavy as you notice everyone putting their clothing back on in a haste and running out of the club. You hear a distance siren of a cop car making you and Jungkook share a look before he stands and grips your wrist pulling you off towards the back entrance.

The y/l/n Estate

Jungkook

You stand quietly beside him as the pair of you ride the lift to your wing of the mansion. Your red lip stick smudged, most of it over his neck, as you keep your eyes looking in front of you. Jungkook’s head is filled with the feeling of you sucking on his neck, specifically the spot under his ear. He can still feel it making his jaw tighten, the doors of the lift open and you rush out and walk ahead not looking back. He follows shortly after, making his way to his room but he stops at the door and turns his head in your direction. His eyes travel down and stares at your legs as the sound of your heels clicking on the hardwood floor fill his ears. Once you round the corner he finally tears his gaze from your direction and he roughly opens the door and slams it behind him. He leans against, closing his eyes as he sighs. Images of you on his lap, hand moving down his chest flash into his mind and his eyes snap open. Pushing himself of the door, he grips his tie loosening the knot before pulling it off over his head. Undoing the top button of his shirt, he walks into the en-suite and turns the light on. He turns to the mirror, he sees your lipstick smudged on his neck and as he leans forward he spots a more deeper mark below his ear. a hickey. A low chuckle escapes him

“you sure had fun” He mumbles to himself, aimed at you, before turning on the tap and grabbing a wash cloth. Running it under the tap he lifts it to his neck before stopping. His hand hovers over the lipstick marks with the cloth but he just stares at them through the mirror. He dick grows hard underneath his trousers and he scoffs at himself before throwing the cloth into the sink and turning off the tap. Jungkook grips the sides of the marble sink as his head flops and he looks down. Great, the mere sight of your lipstick on him gets him hard and he couldn’t even bring himself to wipe the shit off. Shaking his head he walks off and turns the light off before going back into the bedroom to get changed. Undoing the buttons of his shirt he rips it off his shoulders before throwing it on the floor before undoing his belt and taking off his trousers and chucking the clothing next to his shirt. He slides under the sheets, resting his head against the pillows as he stares at the ceiling. Jungkook couldn’t comprehend the mixed feelings roaming around his body, you’re the heir to his rival family and one of the people he should hate the most but the simple feeling of you sucking on his neck got him the hardest he’s ever been in probably the quickest time too. It was sick really, to feel that way knowing what he’s done- what he did. He shouldn’t feel regret or guilt, he did what he had to for his job. But he did, fuck he really did. As he lay there, under your roof, staring mindlessly at the ceiling he came to terms with it. He didn’t exactly hate you, no he just acted as he should towards the rival families heir. He acted that way because he hated what he did, hated that you could know. You could know exactly what he did but you never tried to get back at him, never tried to get revenge like any other mafia member would after knowing what he did. He’s lived on the edge, waiting for that revenge but you never did anything… So he assumed you didn’t know, but surely you did? It was confusing, no one hid what he did yet you never confronted him. He loathed not knowing. His thoughts halt when he hears feet padding against the floor, right past his door and in the direction of the kitchen. It was you, of course it was this was your wing it was only you and him here. Huffing he rips the covers off himself and before he knows what he’s doing, he’s grabbing a pair of joggers and slipping them on before opening the door and heading in your direction. His expression is fierce as he stalks to the kitchen, the door is open and the lights off but he knows you’re in there, he can hear a drink being poured into a glass. You hear him before you see him, he knows it because your body tenses as he looks at your back. Wordlessly, you slide a glass of scotch from in front of you to your side on the counter before you walk around the counter and grab another glass, pouring another before sipping at it. You still haven’t looked at him, but he keeps his eyes on you as he walks forward and sips from the glass you offered out to him. It takes a couple of minutes before you look up at him, his eyes meet yours and he notices your gaze slip to his neck. Clearing your throat, you turn away and bend to a low cabinet. Jungkook’s jaw locks when the baggy shirt you’re wearing rides up and he notices a lack of shorts underneath the top. You stand, fresh cloth in your hand you run it under the tap quickly before turning back in his direction. Raising your hand over the counter you offer him the cloth but he refused to move, choosing to stand still. Sighing, you move around the counter standing directly in front of him raising the cloth up to his neck you gasp when he catches your wrist in his hand.

“don’t” He mumbles out as he stares down at you, his gaze drifts down to your lips before pulling back up to your eyes. You stay frozen as he silently looks at you, his adams apple bobbling as he swallows nothing. In one swift movement he pulls you into him with the wrist he’s gripping, you stumble forward dropping the cloth. It hits the floor as his other hand lifts your hold the side of your face.

“what the fuck are you doing?” You finally speak, through gritted teeth but he doesn’t move nor does he release his grip on you

“would you have carried on?” He tilts his head, questioning you, he notices your breath catch in your throat “how far would you have gone? if the police didn’t show?” Jungkook adds onto the end, not really expecting you to answer “what did you call it?” He whispers, lowering his head to your ear as his hand on your cheek moves to grip the side of your neck “staying in character?” His breath fans over your ear and he takes not how you shiver slightly “let’s see how good of an actress you really are” With that he pulls back and let’s go of you only to grip the back of your thighs as he lifts you up. Your hands fly to his shoulders to keep balance as he moves you on top of the kitchen top. His lips attaches to your neck, sucking beneath your ear making a gasp leave your lips. Jungkook smiles when he feels your head move to the side, giving him better access to your skin.

“i really fucking hate you” You grumble out making him chuckle against you

“feelings mutual sweetheart” A deep moan escapes him when your fingers attach to the waist of his joggers, pulling him tighter between your legs. His lips go back to attack you neck, sucking little marks wherever he could making you sigh

“you better not be leaving any marks Jeon” He leans away, looking at the trail he’s left from the top of your collarbone to near your ear

“don’t look in any mirrors” You grumble but he doesn’t care, he moves his hands up your thighs and underneath your shirt, playing with the fabric of your underwear

“you really piss me off” He smirks before pulling at the fabric before letting it go to fling back onto your skin making you jolt

“good” Is all he says before sliding his hands into your underwear, his middle finger brushing over your clit making your head lean back as you let out a moan. “got anything else to say?” He offers, running a finger over your entrance before running it back over you clit. “no?” Jungkook asks again but you just whine as he circles his finger over you “didn’t think so” He grumbles before using his middle finger to push into you making you moan and grip onto his shoulders.

He breathes heavily as he pulls out of you, head resting in the crook of your neck as he comes down from his high. Jungkook goes to plant a final kiss on your neck but is stopped when you push yourself of the counter and plant your feet on the floor. He starts redressing himself but as he does so, you take off and rush out of the kitchen. He turns to call for you but he stops himself. Mumbling a fuck under his breath he ties the string on his joggers before leaving the kitchen and stomping back to his room. With the door closed he flops onto the bed, thoughts filled with you. He lost control and that alone feels him with dread. It takes a a good hour of tossing and turning to finally get him to sleep.

He was wide awake as soon as sunlight hit the room in the morning. Groaning, he sat up before his phone ringing made him jump, leaning over he checks the caller id before answering it

“what do you want?” He huffs down the line

“well that isn’t a very nice greeting” Namjoon mumbles down the line, a small smile appearing on Jungkook’s lips. “how’s new york?”

“it’s” He searches for a word “fine” Not exactly an accurate description but he goes with it

“so life across the enemy lines is going good?” Jungkook didn’t necessarily want to be reminded at he was indeed rooming with his enemies, especially after what he did with a certain one of them last night

“it’s bliss namjoon, what do you want me to say?” He hears his friend laughs down the line

“alright snappy. just wanted to know how it was going? found that new group?” Jungkook gets out of the bed, moving over to the window. He peaks from behind the curtain and halts when he spots you “hello? you there?” Namjoon’s voice speaks down the line but Jungkook keeps his eyes trained on you. You’re seemingly doing yoga, in tight shorts and a sports bra

“uh yeah” He clears his throat “we have a confirmed name and some information on him” Jungkook leans closely to the window as you lean forward, your ass in his direction

“great work, shouldn’t be long until you squash this” Jungkook hums in response, not entirely listening as you lay on your stomach. “y/n annoying the shit out of you?” The mention of your name draws his attention back to the conversation as he watches you push against the floor bending your back from your led position

“more than you know” Jungkook grumbles before closing the curtain and moving away from the window. He hears Namjoon chuckle down the phone

“yeah thought so. Look, i’ll pick you up from the airport when you get back. Just let me know when you’re on your way yeah?”

“sure, see you then man” Namjoon mumbles out a goodbye and hang ups. Jungkook throws his phone onto the bed as he gets a suit together to put on.

The y/l/n Estate

Y/n

You were up earlier then normal this morning, thoughts jumbled about having sex with your sole enemy. It kept you up for ages, you should’ve regretted it and never thought of it again. But, stupidly, it was the greatest sex you’d ever had and it was him: Jeon Jungkook. The most annoying, irritating man you ever had the unfortunate opportunity of knowing. For god sake he was the heir to your rival fucking family and all you could think about was the feeling of his hands roaming over you in the darkness of your kitchen. So, with those thoughts still swirling around your mind at the ass cracked of dawn you got out of bed to try and exercise the vivid memory away. It didn’t work. So, you stride back into the mansion- an angry expression painting your face.

“you’re looking more angry then usual this morning” You look over to your Grandfather, walking out of his wing with a smile on his face.

“hm, not angry” He looked to you, not believing a word that came from your lips. Well, he always saw through you he basically raised you how could he not? “just, didn’t sleep well last night” It wasn’t exactly a lie, just wasn’t the whole truth either

“sleep is important darling.” You nod to agree as he indicates for you to follow him as he walks through the mansion “how’s the job going?”

“good. we have a name and some information. but our last mission failed, we didn’t get a confirmed sighting” He nods as the pair of you walk in the main living area, he takes a seat on the cream sofa and you join him

“well, you and Jungkook are the best. you’ll get it done” You smile at his encouragement, for a feared mafia boss he sure was soft. Sighing, you lean down and plant your head on his leg.

“just want to make you proud” Your Grandfather chuckles above you before smoothing his hand over your head.

“you’ve already made me so proud y/n” Your eyes flutter closed, suddenly emotional at the sudden heart to heart. “Mr Jeon” The sudden greeting makes your eyes snap open, you see him stood in the entrance of the living room. His hands tucked into his pockets as he looks over. Sitting up you watch as he walks a little bit closer to the both of you

“sorry to intrude, i just needed a word with y/n” Your Grandfather smiles over at you, you offer a small one back before standing and leaving the main living area. You hear Jungkook’s footsteps behind you and you stop in the foyer of the mansion, turning to his direction.

“what do you need?” He raised an eyebrow at you as he shifts his weight between on his legs

“last night”

“iam on the implant if that’s what you’re worried about” You cut him off, one of the thoughts that kept coming back to your mind was the fact no protection was used. It wasn’t hard to assume that a guy like him would be worrying about the risks

“good to know, that wasn’t what i was about to say. you’d know that if you didn’t interrupt me” You glare at him, staying quiet. Honestly, you didn’t want to talk about last night ever again. “wanna talk about it?”

“no” With that you turn on your heels and begin to walk away, you don’t get very far before you feel his hand grip your upper arm. You huff as he stops your movement and comes to stand in front of you once again.

“you’re testing my patience”

“you’re also testing your luck, get out of my way” You go to move but his grip tightens on your arm

“that smart little mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble” Letting out a dry chuckle you look up at him

“i know something little of yours too, don’t think it’s gonna get you into much trouble though” You glance downwards to his crotch before looking back up, smirk etched onto your face

“didn’t hear you complaining about size last night” It was quiet then, silence engulfing the pair of you as you stare at each other his grip on your arm tightening a little

“let go of me Jeon” You mumble through your teeth

“stop being a bitch and i will” Huffing you push on his chest, catching him by surprise, you tear your arm from him and stumble back.

“i want to forget it ever happened. let’s get rid of this fucking new group and get back to our lives” Jungkook’s breathing grows heavy as he stares at you, his teeth clenched together.

“fine” He grumbles before pushing past you and heads out of the main doors of the mansion leaving you alone in the foyer. You hand no idea where he was going, you didn’t even know if he knew his way around New York but you refused to have an ounce of care about him. Turning, you’re about to go to the lift to retreat to your room but your feet don’t make it far before they stop. Closing your eyes you take a deep breath before turning on your heels and storming over to the doors. You pull them open and stomp out you see nothing in front of you but spot him leant against the wall of the mansion out the corner of your eye, cigarette hanging from his lips. “awh, caring enough to see where iam sweetheart?” Rolling your eyes your turn to face

“just making sure you don’t get yourself killed, don’t wanna start a war over your stupid ass” He chuckles before taking a long drag and blowing out the smoke. There’s a moment of silence as you move to stand next to him, you’re not sure why you do it but for some reason there’s just a strong pull between you and him. It was unexplainable, at this point you didn’t even try and justify your actions. Jungkook lifts the cigarette in your direction, you glance at him before taking and placing it between your lips to have a drag “my Grandfather might kill me if he sees me smoking” You admit, blowing out the smoke before taking another drag

“hm, doubtful. he adores you” Raising an eyebrow at him, you hand the cigarette back to him. “dont pretend he doesn’t” You look down at your feet, smile on your lips

“yeah, guess he does”

“count yourself lucky” He mutters, taking a final drag before flicking the end away onto the ground. Your curiosity peaks at his words

“you saying your father doesn’t adore you?” An empty laugh makes its way out of his throat, you can’t help it, you feel sorry for him

“don’t feel sorry for me” Your eyes snap to him, his own already looking at you. “i can see it, your sympathy is very evident”

“would never feel sorry for you. i relate to your father” It wasn’t true, which is why he smirked at your comment. Clearly you felt sorry for him, the look of pity so evident on your face. This atmosphere was foreign for you too, it was almost peaceful as the two of you stood in silence gazing out into the long driveway of your estate. It was confusing for you, comfortably stood next the person you supposedly hate the most yet the same person you had sex with last night. Sighing, you push off the wall making Jungkook look at you. He startles you as he lift his hand up to you, brushing your hair over your shoulder before tilting his head. Just the way he did last night before he hoisted you onto your kitchen counter.

“lucky you have long hair sweetheart, wouldn’t want your Grandfather to see what the son of his rival did to you” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion before they widen in realisation. A hand flies up to your own neck, remembering what he left there last night.

“asshole” You mumble before storming back into the mansion, hearing him chuckle behind you. moving your hair over your neck as you rush to the lift and press the button to your wing.

For the entire rest of the day you lock yourself up in your office, furiously tapping on your laptop. The last mission was a failure and you were more determined then ever to put an end to this ‘new group’ that seemed to have your Grandfather and Jungkook’s dad so edge they decided to team up. The more you searched into the name you had, the more confused you grew. There were no confirmed sightings of him for over four months, it was like he completely disappeared. His real name nor aliases weren’t on any rent agreements in the United States or Europe. No bank cards in his name has been used anywhere, neither had any new accounts been set up. Everything you looked into had turned up empty, it was infuriating. A set of knocks on the door draws your attention away and before you can say come in, Jungkook bursts through the door. Crossing your arms you watch as he casually closes the door and strolls in before sitting on the seat opposite you

“why knock if you’re just gonna walk in?” He shrugs, nonchalantly before leaning back in the chair.

“found anything interesting?” You sigh, leaning back in your own chair

“this man is fully incognito, no bank cards being used, no houses under his name.” Jungkook takes a moment to think, it was incredibly unusual.

“what’s the most recent activity from him?”

“a card under his name was used at that sex club four months ago. that’s it” He leans forward, a certain look on his face

“check death records” You narrows your eyes, this man couldn’t possibly be dead. The pair of you have been sent on a mission to find him, your Grandfather and is Father would definitely know if he died. “just check” He seemed to have sensed your confusion, sighing you open your laptop and begin to search. First, you look at New York’s records- setting up a program to automatically scan through each areas records, looking for his name. You wait in silence, not expecting a lot but in a few moments your laptop makes a noise and your eyes widen. “what?” Jungkook rushes out before getting on his feet and hovering behind you to look at your screen

“he’s dead, apparently ” You get out, looking up at him at the same time he looks down at you. This was impossible, did he fake his death? was he really dead and did your Grandfather know already that? “i need a drink” You grumble before standing and immediately walking to the kitchen, not even stopping to tell Jungkook to get out of your office. Not that it mattered, he followed you anyway. You rip the top off your now half empty scotch, getting two glasses out of the cupboard before pouring the drink into both glasses. Jungkook is suddenly beside you and you lift the glass to him, he takes it. Tipping the glass to your mouth, you gulp a generous amount before leaning against the side.

“i think we drink too much” Jungkook suggests making you chuckle a little as he sips on his own drink. “what do you think, fake death or we were sent on a dead mission?” You inhale a deep breath before shrugging

“don’t even want to think about it” He nods and you finish of your glass, in the quiet Jungkook surprises you when he lifts his hand up and moves your hair over your shoulder just as he did earlier. Glancing at him, you watch as he eyes the marks on your neck. “you’re getting a good kick out of these hickeys ain’t you” He smiles, tucking some stray hairs behind your ear. It’s strangely intimate. Without any words his hand fingers smooth over the marks, running down your neck. Placing his glass on the side he moves to stand in front you, hands gripping either side of the counter behind you.

“does this kitchen turn you into a raging sex maniac?” He lightly laughs, leaning into you a bit more.

“it’s not the kitchen, it’s the annoying bitch stood in it” You should’ve been offended, but you were far from it as you meet his dark gaze. This was wrong in so many ways, but right now you didn’t have time to think about it. As you stare up at him, you realise his lips never actually met yours during your escapade the previous night. He seems to be have the same train of thought as his eyes dip to your lips

“no ones ever annoyed me more then you” You let out through a sigh as his lowers his head, his lips just grazing over your own

“good, then iam doing my job” He mumbles, then his lips press into yours groaning as he does so. It’s softer then you thought it was going to be, you expected fast and furious but it was gentle and slow. His hands move from the counter to your waist and pulls you flush against him making you whimper. His tongue moves between your lips, meeting with your own as he deepens the kiss. Your hands fly up to his neck, you feel him sigh against you. This was bad, before now your night could be left at a crazy one time thing but now his lips danced with you’re own, something deeper grew. You’ve never felt like this, heart beat going crazy as he towered over you. Feelings of hatred dissolve into something you couldn’t really pin point. He breaks the kiss and moves down to your neck, planting kisses on the marks he made on you. You moan as he sucks over them, probably deepening them as he does so.

“who knew you were into such childish things like hickeys?” You feel his lips smile against before planting a kiss over his work

“want everyone to know what you’re letting your rival do to you behind closed doors” Rolling your eyes you turn back to look up at him, heavy breaths being exchanged between you both.

“we’re playing a dangerous game” You couldn’t help but mumble out your concerns, if any of your families knew what you were up to it was done for. Jungkook seemed to halt at your words, realising something you couldn’t tell but it was enough to make him pull away.

“you’re right” Your left in shock as he walks backwards before retreating out of the kitchen, you don’t think as you follow him. You finally came to terms with the fact you felt something other then hatred for him, he kissed you and now he was running away.

“what just happened?!” You huff out as you trail behind him down your hallway, he turns to face you and you don’t stop until you’re right in front of him

“i agree, it’s too dangerous” He shrugs and you look at him, confused. You had just opened your eyes to the fact you wanted him, needed to feel him against you again and he runs away over a little comment?

“it was a passing comment!” Jungkook says nothing and you grow frustrated, the look on his face was unreadable. “i don’t just kiss anyone Jeon. you can’t just do what you did and run away from me!”

“well iam!” He’s suddenly shouting and it makes you jump “just forget it y/n, iam not doing this!”

“doing what?!” You raise you’re own voice now, too many emotions build up in you and it’s hard to hold them down

“we hate each other” His voice is now low and calm, almost giving you whiplash “that’s how it stays” He turns then and marches straight into his room, slamming the door behind him. You stare at the door, you were enraged but all you could think about was how- you don’t hate him, not anymore. You really wanted to, wanted to turn back to just a couple of days ago when you didn’t feel this way. But you couldn’t, so you simply walk past the door and straight to your room.

The y/l/n Estate

Jungkook

He hadn’t slept for more then a few hours each day for the past week, his last conversation with you swirled around his mind tormenting him. What made it worse was that he kept thinking about the kiss, that fucking kiss. Your lips moulded against his perfectly, almost like you were made for him. The irony. In reality, you weren’t made for him you were made to be his rival and with everything he’s done he couldn’t bring himself to carry on. Your comment last night clearly wasn’t about anything serious but it made his brain jump into gear. How could he possibly carry on with whatever the two of you were doing? He seemed to have forgotten all the bad blood he created not too long ago. The worst part was he wanted to carry on, it was like you had a magnet inside you personally for him. But he couldn’t suppress his suspicion of you’re motives. Sure, you seemed to want him as much as he did you but why? Did you have ulterior means? Bottom line was that he couldn’t trust you, it was still possible you knew everything he’s done and this was all some ruse to catch him off guard. Then his brain would remind him he actually came onto you first and his whole mental debate would start again. Although now he’s already been with you, it would be hard to let you go now he knew how it felt. He slipped out of the bed, heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Silently he cleaned his teeth, brain still filled with the thought of having to work with you, having to see you, talk to you. Finishing up he moves back to his bedroom, jumping in fright when he spots you stood in the room. It was the first time he’s seen you since he ran away, middle of making out

“y/n what the fu-”

“just shut up Jeon” Your tone was ice cold, opposite from the playful one you sported since having that smoke with him last week. “that guy is really dead. gone, buried, six feet under” Clearly you were angry, arms crossed over your chest. He allows himself to glance over your body, you’re wearing your usual large shirt and he found himself wondering if you were wearing shorts this time. He breaks away from that thought

“how are you so sure?” You scoff at this and stomp to his bed, sitting on the edge of it, right leg bounce rapidly

“i saw his fucking autopsy! little picture of the body was attached and all, killed four months ago. wanna know the best part?” He had to admit right now, he was a little scared of you. Your eyes were dark with fury and he worried for anyone who’d step in you way today “he died out at sea, with a shipment of stolen guns. the way he supposedly died? strangulation” The realisation hits him, that was his fathers famous method of killing. He connects the dots quickly, there was a new group rising- four months where his father took care of the problem. Not a threat anymore.

“my father sent me on a dead mission.” He mumbles, rage slowly filling him as thinks about his smug father back at home probably laughing at his son trying to solve an already finished job.

“no, not just your father my grandfather did too. it was his coroner that signed off the autopsy” That shocked him more then his father, your grandfather actually loved you. He couldn’t say the same about his father.

“but you hacked the cams, we saw that group with the smgs?” You shrug at this before flipping back onto his bed, he spotted black fabric. Shorts. Although he was seething, he was revealed you had something on underneath the shirt this time

“it was recorded footage Jeon. Planted in the codes my Grandfather gave me. we’ve been hustled” Sighing he sits next to you on the bed, mainly because he couldn’t stand staring at your bare thighs. At least from beside you his gaze wasn’t naturally towards you.

“but why? what’s the fucking reason for sending us on a pointless job?” You don’t answer, sitting up suddenly. Jungkook stares at you as you abruptly stand, he turns his head upwards trying to ignore your ass that was now eye level with him.

“well, at least you can go home now.” You move to leave but Jungkook’s quicker, he leaps in front of you making you stop

“am not leaving” Giving him a blank stare you try to step around him, but he steps in front of you again.

“get out of my way and go home” You grit out before stepping to the other side but once Jungkook plants himself in front of you. “move” He doesn’t, just looks down at you as you seethe up at him. Jungkook doesn’t know why he’s being stubborn, this was what he wanted right? To leave whatever you two did behind and fly back home as soon as he could? But with that now being an actual option, he didn’t want to. “what the fuck is your problem huh? you don’t have to work with me anymore, don’t have to live with me anymore. can go home knowing you screwed the enemy in her own kitchen, bet that one will get you a couple of pats on the back from your mates!” Hearing enough here bends and quickly lifts you over his shoulders, you gasp and try to wiggle your way out but his grip his tight as he throws you onto the bed. You go to sit up but he pushes you back down, holding your wrists above your head as he hovers over you

“i can assure my mates will never know any details of what we did in that kitchen. that’s only for me to know, i’ll fucking kill anyone who even thinks about you in that way!” He breathes heavily as he stares down at you, the shirt you have on had ridden up your legs making your shorts poke out.

“spoken real possessively for someone who hates me!”

“i don’t hate you!” His grip tightens on your wrist and you stare up at him with wide eyes

“then why did you run?! why did you say you did?!”

“because i killed your fucking father!” Silence. Just the sound of both your breathing filled it. You seemed confused, to say the least.

“i know” You whisper, his stare is intense as he lets go of your wrists hands moving to sit upright on the bed once again. He was surprised, finally he had confirmation that you knew exactly what he did last year. Yet, you did nothing to avenge your father.

“i killed your father and you do nothing? what i did should’ve started another war between our families” He grew quiet, he felt vulnerable but he’s held this in long enough. “why? what are you planning y/n?” Jungkook hated how his voice faltered, the only reason he dreaded the thought of this job was because he assumed as soon as he was here he’d be dead. He killed your father, in cold blood and your family hadn’t even tried to get back at him

“revenge?” You finally get out “i would’ve thanked you if you gave me the chance” Jungkooks pupils shake as he looks down at you, sighing you move to sit up. “my father was an awful, awful man. sure what mafia leader isn’t but, he went above and beyond. he lead prostitution rings, beat anyone who he deemed worthy of it. men, women, children. i hated him, never even spoke to him since the day i turned eighteen, the day he tried to sell me to the ring” He tenses, he would throw his own daughter into a prostitution ring? “my grandfather stopped him, took me and i’ve been with him ever since. we stayed in London because my father would just track us down anyway, the day i found out he was dead? happiest day of my life” Jungkook noticed the small smile on your lips as you speak, you genuinely were glad he was dead. His body felt light, the entire year he waited to see you appear and take him out. Only for you to be happy he killed your father?

“he was my first kill” You seemed shocked at his confession, you’d assume he had killed others being an heir to his fathers business “it’s why my father doesn’t engage with me, probably thinks iam soft. had nightmares for a while afterwards” You place a hand on his back, attempting to comfort him but you remove it too quickly for his liking

“don’t lose anymore sleep over him, not worth it. it’s good he’s gone” Jungkook leans back on his hands as he eyes you

“what the fuck happened to us?” You laugh, a proper genuine laugh and he thinks it’s the first time he’s ever heard it.

“i don’t know but you still piss me off more then anyone” He smirks at this, still eyeing you. “stop looking at me Jeon, giving me the fucking creeps” Barking out a laugh he suddenly grips your leg and hoists you onto his lap. You fumble and grip his shoulders as he looks up at you.

“why don’t you just shut up and use that pretty mouth for something other then shouting profanities at me?”

“profanities? that’s a long word for you Jeon” He grumbles before leaning up to press his lips to yours but you lean away. “don’t” Is all you say before standing off him and he hates the way his body yearns to pull you back “you have sex with me, try to again but run out because you killed my father and thought i might be planning some sort of revenge? you can’t trust me and honestly, i can’t trust you either” His tongue pokes against his cheek, getting annoyed. Sure everything you said was correct, but he couldn’t help himself. It wasn’t going to lie to himself, not anymore, there was a clear attraction. He felt a pull to you like no one else, that much was obvious with how easily you got him hard

“you don’t trust me but you opened your legs for me?” He regretted it as soon as he said it, your face contorted and he felt so fucking stupid for uttering those words “no i-”

“fuck you” You cut him off and storm out the room but he’s quick on his feet to follow you, slipping on the hard floor when he tumbles out the door and rushes to stand in front of you.

“wait”

“no!” He flinches “you need to go back to London and never even think about showing your face in New York again” You side step him but he grips your arms and you start to try and wriggle out of his grip.

“iam not going anywhere y/n!” He gets out while struggling to keep you in his hands “i’ll stay here for forever if i have to!” You stop moving then, looking at him as if he was mad and right now he felt like he was.

“are you crazy?!” Jungkook shrugged, more or less confirming to both you and himself that he probably has gone crazy.

“maybe, but i need you to understand me when i say- i can’t go back like nothings happened” You stumbled back a little bit he kept his hold of your arms. “yeah, maybe i’ve gone mad. but no one makes me feel the way you do. i normally have perfect control of myself but suddenly i don’t have control of shit because of you!” He felt so stupid, you probably more then just hated him right now and he was teetering along the edge of a love confession.

“what the fuck are you on about?!” You get out through gritted teeth and his upper lip twitched in annoyance.

“iam not going anywhere until you get your head out of your ass and realise we have something between us!” Your eyes widen, and mock chuckle escaping your lips

“you’re full of shit Jeon” A low rumble comes out of his throat before his grip on your arm to push your back against the wall beside you.

“i’ve had enough of this y/n” His voice is calm and low “we will find out why we’ve been sent on a dead job and then we will talk like grown ups about what’s going on between us” With that, he drops his grip on your arms and steps back. Giving a final look he turns and begins to retreat to his room, his heart heavy as he does so.

Albany, New York

Y/n

The bartender slid another wine in your direction, you nod your head as a thank you, not really wanting to speak right now. You had left the mansion as soon as you got dressed after the heated conversation with Jungkook. It had been hours since you left, not wanting to be under the same roof as him. Most of the day was spent at the movies, you watched about three movies before the staff began to look at you weird so you retreated off and ate dinner before stalking off to any bar that was open. You were on your third wine, deciding to nurse this one you only take a small sip before placing it back on top the bar. Not only did the whole ordeal with him stick on your mind, you were also thinking about your grandfather and that stupid dead fucking mission he made you attend to. You wanted answers, wanted to storm up to your grandfather demanding answers. But right now, you couldn’t. Jungkook had filled your thoughts, his stupid idea that there was something between you two. No, you were the stupid one because deep down you foolishly agreed. Of course there was, you weren’t blind to your emotions, you happily slept with him as soon as his lips touched your neck. Even before then, during the night of the pointless mission you went to go further after he admitted he was hard. There was something deeply wrong with you, you concluded. You were sat here, sulking over your attraction to your enemy, the very person you hated not that long ago. Sighing, you gulp down the whole glass of wine before shoving some money on the bar and leaving. The cold air of the night bit your skin making you shiver slightly before you walked off. You knew you couldn’t go home, not with Jungkook and your Grandfather there. Both the conversations you needed to have with them could wait, you walked to a nearby hotel glad to have entered and be out of the chilly night. The receptionist smiled when she noticed you coming and you mustered up the best one you could for her

“do you have any rooms? just for tonight” You ask, folding your arms across your chest

“i’ll just double check for you, it might be a bit pricey seems as it’s not pre booked” She warns and you nod, indicating it was okay. You’d pay any price to just be out of the mansion. Your phone vibrates in your pocket, not the first time today, you ignore it knowing who it was. “ok, i have a room available it’s-” You simply hand your card to her, making her stop her sentence. She gives another smile before putting it through the system and handing you it back with a room key “enjoy your stay”

“thank you” Checking the room number you head straight to it, looking around finally you took note that this was quite a fancy place which probably did cost a fortune. But, that was just a plus of being the granddaughter of a mafia boss. Jamming the key in the door it gives a little beep telling you it’s open and you walk in. A nice double bed and pretty view greet you, but you didn’t care about the look of the room. You just wanted to sleep a forget everything so you take of your clothes leaving your underwear and slip under the covers.

It couldn’t have been more then three hours later when a commotion outside your door jolted you awake. Loud voices and a banging against your door made your heart rate pick up, you were still a little drowsy from sleep but you jumped up and yanked the gun from your handbag.

“sir! you can’t go in!” You assumed that voice was a security guard, and you quickly slipped on the complimentary robe keeping your gun tight in your grip. This could be anyone, enemy of your fathers or grandfather and without the protection of your mansion- this could have been their perfect opportunity to pounce. Another bang against your door made you aim your gun directly at the door as your etched closer. “hey! i said you can’t-”

“i don’t give a fuck!” Your head tilted, was that Jungkook? “open this fucking door you imbecile i know her!” Yeah, it was definitely him alright. Sighing you drop the gun onto the bed and stomp over to the door.

“i told you i can’t do that, i’ll call the police!” You gave mental props to the security, Jungkook was a scary guy but he wasn’t letting up

“call them then! but iam not leaving until-” Swinging the door open you’re met with a furious Jungkook who stops arguing when you open the door.

“iam sure the other people staying don’t appreciate the yelling” That only seemed to piss Jungkook off even more as he storms pass you and into the room. The security makes a move to go after him but you raise your hand. “it’s fine thank you for keeping him out but, unfortunately, i know him” You hear him scoff behind you as he paces the room “sorry for the disturbance” The guard looks at Jungkook over your shoulder one more time before looking back and offering a smile before he walks off, you sigh and shut the door. “have you lost your mind?” Your turn and walk over and he stops pacing to look at you

“have you?! you disappear all fucking day without a word and don’t come back! anything could’ve happened, do you remember who you are? who your grandfather is? anyone could be out for your neck and you’re here without protection!” Oh he was seething, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him so angry. He’s visibly shaking, veiny hands waving around with each word he shouts

“well, you couldn’t get in so would say iam relatively safe” That was probably the wrong thing to say, no it definitely was- his jaw locks and he stares at you with an indescribable emotion.

“i’ve been looking for you, all fucking day. at one point me and your grandfather had to discuss the fact that you might be dead!” You say nothing, you couldn’t. “when you are who you are, you don’t disappear without contact y/n!” He flings his hand in the air and you flinch, you weren’t scared of him but the sudden action made you do it. You notice his face soften and be sighs before sitting on the bed, momentarily looking down as your gun slides to his thigh. He chuckles “at least you have some brains on you to bring this”

“i bring it everywhere” You mumble, taking it from him and sliding it back into your purse before turning back to him. There was a moment of silence, you realise your mistake and that he was actually right- which pained you to admit. “iam sorry” You start and he looks up at you “my grandfather properly sent you through hell looking for me”

“you think he sent me? i was searching before he realised you were gone” This took you by surprise, why on earth would he break his neck looking for you if it wasn’t for your grandfather? You must look confused because he sighs and stands up. “i was looking because i was worried you dumbass” His sudden insult made you roll your eyes “i told you this morning that i thought there might be something between us and your first thought was to disappear, iam a bit offended to be honest” You try to suppress a smile that wants to appear, not wanting to find the man in front of you funny when he’s just tracked you down and tried to break into your room.

“stop trying to be funny” You grumble before sitting yourself in the chair in the corner of the room, he sits himself back on the bed “i just needed sometime to myself” You don’t know why you were explaining yourself, normally you wouldn’t but Jungkook did actually seem concerned

“you could’ve told me where you were, or your grandfather. with the lives we have, that’s important” You agree with him, you really do. But you’re human after all and just needed some time away.

“a lot was happening, all i did was go to the movies and then the bar” His head snapped in your direction make your jump a little

“you went to a bar?” You nod, confused “bring a man back here?” There was a beat of silence before you laugh while he glares at you

“you’re ridiculous”

“so you didn’t?”

“no!” He looked relieved and you couldn’t even fathom how you got into this situation with him. “would it matter if i did?” Jungkook’s stare was icy cold as he looked over at you.

“he would’ve been dead by sunrise” He seemed sincere and you didn’t know whether to swoon or be angry

“what’s gotten into you?” Your voice was calm, filled with pure confusion

“you. you have y/n. i realised something while i bent over backwards looking for you, i was scared.” This shocked you, him being so open with his emotions. You’d never seen him like this “look i don’t know what’s happening here, i dont understand myself but there’s something here. i feel something so deep for you and it’s so consuming” His voice is hoarse and your heart thumps against your chest. You understand him, you really do because ever since you slept with him you knew. Knew that even though you thought you still hated him, you don’t. It was different, it was weird and scary. But, nonetheless, it was there- whether it a sick attraction or some sort of love you didn’t know. But it would be stupid to deny it, when you so obviously felt it. You took a deep breath before standing, his eyes followed you. Without another word you untied your robe making Jungkook’s eyes widen slightly. You didn’t take it off, just let it swing open to reveal just your underwear underneath

“fine, there’s something” His teeth enclosed on his lower lip as you step closer, standing between his spread legs “iam done talking, we can finish the conversation in the morning” His hands come up, sliding underneath the fabric of the robe to grip onto your waist

“that’s fine by me” Jungkook mumbles before his hands smooth over the curve of your ass before pulling you into him. You straddle him, knees digging into the bed either side of him, hands gripping his shoulders. He tilts his head up as you look down “don’t ever fucking disappear again” Is all he says before finally planting his lips against yours.

The sun was bleeding through the curtains as your eyes fluttered open, you didn’t immediately recognise your surroundings but remembered it was the hotel. What you also remembered was what you got up to last night with a certain mafia heir, the tattooed arm draped tightly over your stomach was reminder enough. Jungkook held you firmly against him as his head rested in the crook of your neck. A shiver slipped down your spine as you felt his breath hit your skin. It was still weird territory, the person who usually pisses you off the most, lay cuddled into your back. Surprisingly, you slept extremely well you’d never really shared a bed opting to not bring anyone to the estate. It was dangerous to do that so anyone you saw it stayed outside the mansion and you never stayed overnight. So, you welcomed the feeling of having something keeping you warm. You shift a little, trying to get comfortable enough to fall back asleep. You hear a groan from behind you, worried you woke Jungkook up you stop moving but he doesn’t saying anything so you shift ever so slightly trying to get cozy.

“hm please stop” You freeze when he grumbles out, morning voice deep and croaky.

“sorry i didn’t mean to wake you up” He hums, pulling you tightly against him before he smirks his hand over the top of your thigh

“well you wiggling your ass against me is not gonna keep me asleep” Your lips purse before their slipping upwards into a smile and you stare shifting again but with more of a purpose this time. He grips a handful of you upper thigh making you stop, smile now fully on your lips “you really enjoy pissing me off don’t you?”

“it’s my favourite hobby” He grumbles under his breath before sliding his hands back up to your waist

“and you’re so good at it” You chuckle at this before making a move to sit up but you don’t get very far, Jungkook holds you back down making you huff as your back hits the bed. “this is the nicest you’ve been to be ever, not really ready to put a stop to it yet”

“well, iam not a particularly nice person so get your ass up” Sighing he lets you sit up and he rolls onto his back

“and the dream ends” Rolling your eyes you push the covers off and stand up before you look around for the robe as you stand in your underwear. You whip your head around and spot Jungkook’s eyes staring right at you, raking his eyes up and down your body.

“pig” You mumble as you spot the robe thrown over the chair and you go over to grab it

“didn’t hear you complaining last night” Scoffing, you tie the robe around you before gathering your clothes and throwing them onto the bed. You pick up your top, pause and turn before launching it directly at the man in the beds head. His hands raise instinctively before ripping it off his face and throwing you a glare. “was that necessary?”

“yes, checkouts in half an hour get up”

“bitch” He mumbles and you stare at him, he gives a sarcastic smile before getting out of the bed and stretching.

“carry on calling me names Jeon, remember how easy it is for me to flip you over my shoulder” You know he remembers that day in your gym by the way he gives you a pointed look.

“caught me by surprise” He says under his breath as he begins gathering his own clothes and you chuckle to yourself

“sure, whatever helps you sleep at night” You bend to pick up your jeans from the bed as he circles his arm around your legs. He picks them up making you fall face first onto the bed making you gasp. Then, he flips you onto your back and you meet his smirk as he looks down at you.

“see, easy when you get caught off guard” You tilt your head, moving your hands to hold onto his neck. He seems to falter when you lift your legs to circle around his waist, pulling him tightly against you. Jungkook lowers his head to yours, you fan your lips over his and smile as his eyes flutter closed. Quickly, you twist his body and use your legs to drag in onto the bed next to you. You end up on top of him as his eyes fly open to look up at you.

“yeah you’re right” He huffs as you get up and untie your robe, starting to get dressed.

“show off” You laugh out loud as you slip on your jeans, zipping them up and popping the button closed. The pair of you dress quietly and he waits by the door while you check everything’s in your bag. When you’re happy, he opens the door and lets you walk first and you have to stifle a laugh when you get the the lobby and Jungkook has a stare off with the guard from last night.

“have a good stay?” A new receptionist asks as you hand the key back

“yes thank you” You smile and as you walk past the guard, you slip a couple notes from your bag and offer them to him. Jungkook side eyes you as the guard confusingly takes the money from your hand “a tip, well more of an apology for having to deal with him” The guy lets out a chuckle and Jungkook wraps an arm around your waist as he escorts you out of the hotel

“really?” He mumbles as he holds you close while the pair of you walk away and you simply laugh as a response.

The y/l/n Estate

Jungkook

He lets out a little smile when your grandfather runs up to you as the pair of you enter the foyer. When you had run off yesterday Jungkook was worried after only an hour, he ran around the Estate looking and when that search turned up empty he told your grandfather. Initially, he wasn’t as worried as Jungkook but after a couple hours he was shaken up. So, when Jungkook did find out where you were he told your grandfather and went storming to the hotel

“y/n darling!” He wraps his arms around you and Jungkook steps away momentarily to let him have his moment “where were you?! we were worried sick, you had Jungkook destroying the place!” His eyes widen when you look over at him, embarrassment creeping over his face as you grandfather rambled on. “we’re gonna have to redecorate that spare room because-”

“okay!” Jungkook gets out “iam just gonna freshen up” He lets out before rushing over to the lift and climbing in before he could hear your grandfather expose him further. He’ll admit, he did lose it around the fourth hour you were gone. By then, every scenario had run through his mind- kidnap, death and so on. As the lift made it to your wing, he made his way to his room and opened the door. It was truly wrecked and he grimaced as he looked around. A giant mirror was smashed to pieces, the drawers broken all over the floor. Not to mention the mattress was mostly off the bed from his foot booting it, sighing he tip toed around the mess to get further into the room to grab some fresh clothes.

“what the fuck happened in here?” He jumps, losing his foot and some glass crunches under his boot.

“jesus y/n!” You chuckle as you look around the torn up room and he turns his head away from you and pick up his chosen clothes

“my grandfather said you went on a rampage. miss me that much?” His upper lip twitched as he moved into the bathroom with his clothes, ignoring you. He hears some glass crunch behind him making his whip around as he catches you walking over to the en suite.

“be careful” Jungkook moves to the doorway and offers his hand, you take it as he keeps his eyes on your feet making sure nothing pierces through your trainers. He didn’t know when he started caring so much, but it was hard to stop at this point. Dropping your hand he turns and flips on the shower as you lean against the sink.

“i didn’t know you’d be worried, iam sorry” He was taken back by this, you were always strong willed and he wouldn’t lie and say he didn’t love it- because honestly he absolutely did.

“wasn’t even stressed dont worry about it” Of course he was being sarcastic and it made you laugh, he hated that he instantly smiled at the sound- this was not the usual dynamic but he knew that was long gone. Your head turns back into the destroyed room before turning back to him.

“yeah clearly not” You kicked some glass that was close to the door and it clatters “come to my office after your done, it’s time we find out why were hustled into this pointless job”

“you didn’t ask down there?” Jungkook had no time to even think about asking your grandfather about the dead job yesterday, well he was too busy wrecking the place and tracking you down to care.

“no, we should have this conversation together” And that’s just what they do, about hour later he, you and your grandfather sit in your office. Your grandfather seemed a little confused about why he was asked up here, seems he never really visited your office space.

“we know” Is all she says and Jungkook chooses to stay quiet, he knew he’d have to have this exact conversation with his father and he wasn’t particularly looking forward to it.

“know what darling?” He smiled at the cute nickname, loving how much this man adored you. Jungkook was starting to understand why he did so much.

“the job we’re doing, we know it isn’t real” Her grandfathers face falls and he shifts in his seat as she just looks at him and waits for an answer

“iam sorry sweetheart” He looked down, seemingly ashamed with himself. Jungkook could only wish to have someone who cared that much about his feelings, when he confronted his father he’d probably get a shoulder shrug and sent on his way.

“why?” You didn’t sound angry, just confused.

“me and Jungkook’s father made a deal” Jungkook’s eyes widen as does yours, the two biggest rivals in the mafia empire made a deal?

“you’ve been in contact with the Jeon family?” Jungkook rolls his eyes at your mention of his family, he didn’t think you meant much by it but you sounded a little disgusted.

“yes, iam sick and tired of this bloody rivalry. it was stupidly started by your father and i wanted to end it” Your eyebrow raise in shock as does Jungkook’s, this was a decade long war and your grandfather wanted to end it?

“where does our pointless job come into this?” You asks and your grandfather side eyes Jungkook next to him before looking back to you

“well, we decided that a good way for our families to bury the hatchet was to- join us together.” You blinked rapidly and Jungkook swore steam might’ve came out of your ears “we wanted you two to marry” Your eyes bulge and Jungkook has to stifle a laugh, deeming it not appropriate for this moment. You might have ripped his head clean of his shoulders if he did. “we knew you disliked each other, so we came up with the idea to have you work together. maybe that way you could get closer.” The thought of his father agreeing to this shocked Jungkook, he’d assumed he would just try and force the two of you together. He had no patience for things like this.

“with respect, that is the stupidest thing i’ve ever heard” Her grandfather shrugged at her with a pout

“worked didn’t it?” Jungkook actually did laugh at this, your grandfather was just so funny he couldn’t help it. No one would believe this man was feared by thousands. You whipped your head in his direction, throwing your hands up in exasperation

“oh you find this funny?” Jungkook shrugs, similarly to how your Grandfather did as his laughter dies down. You lean back in your chair, sighing and he could tell you were trying not to smile. “i can’t believe you put a whole scheme together” She says to her grandfather, luckily the plan did actually work otherwise this whole conversation might have involved a lot more shouting

“i know, i truly am sorry. we won’t force a marriage. but with how he reacted to you being gone for a couple hours, i’d say a marriage for you is inevitable” Jungkook frowns in your grandfathers direction, not enjoying being exposed by him.

“honestly i think burying the rival is a good idea, but not with marriage”

“why?” Jungkook surprised himself with his own question, you and your grandfather look over at him in sync making him grow embarrassed

“what you want to get married?” He looks up in thought, the silence making you shake your head “Jeon!” You shout making him jump and your Grandfather laughs at the pair of you “why are you even thinking about it?!”

“you asked me a question! of course iam going to think about the answer!” Your grandfather laughs harder and a smile creeps it’s way to his lips as you glare at them both

“this is ridiculous i hate both of you” He laughs with your Grandfather “grampy can you leave so i can talk to this idiot in private” Still laughing your grandfather stands and exits the room, his laughter can still be heard as he descends the hallway until it faded away. “we are not getting married”

“i know y/n” He pauses “not right now” You close your eyes and exhale

“you sleep with me twice and you’re starting to plan a proposal?” He sends a look you’re way and it makes you chuckle “we just started playing around with the fact that there’s something between us, what if it’s just a simple attraction? this isn’t a relationship Jeon, you’ll be going back to London soon what happens then?” He tenses at this, he’s already come to terms with the fact this isn’t just attraction for him. No way he would’ve tore that bedroom apart and hunted you down if he just wanted to sleep with you. Sure, he knew your weren’t gonna get engaged any time soon but he hated the thought of being far away. He didn’t wanna go anywhere while you two were exploring what you had.

“y/n, this isn’t just sex for me. look at the mess i made of that room for evidence of that. whatever this is, is more then that. i think we both know that” You silently nod, confirming his thoughts “yes i will return to London, after you promise me that you understand right now we belong together” You seem surprised at this, this was his actual first declaration that he wanted to be with you seriously. But he was done playing around, the idea of him going home without knowing for sure you felt the same didn’t sit right with him “y/n?” He questions and grows annoyed when you roll your eyes at him

“fine, i agree”

“could seem a little happier about it?” You stare at him and he stares right back. Some things just don’t change and he thinks your bickering with each other would never end.

“am thrilled” Your monotone makes him scoff and he stands before rounding the desk and and holding your arm, pulling you to stand

“your enthusiasm is blinding” He remarks before lowering his head to plant a kiss onto your lips, he pulls back before planting another one “take me to the airport tomorrow?”

“not if you plan on slamming the doors on my beauty again” Rolling his eyes he plants a hand on your lower back, walking out the room with you

“you treat that car better then me”

“my baby doesn’t annoy the fuck out of me” Jungkook grumbles as he moves his hand to sling his arm over your shoulder as you walk to the lift.

Epilogue

London, England.

Jungkook

“iam sorry son” Jungkook has to fight the surprise on his face, his father sat on his desk chair across from his with a genuine look on his face. He’d expected to leave this conversation severely pissed off, but this was an unexpected twist. “you’re too good to be sent on a dead mission and for that i really do apologise” Jungkook bit onto his lower lip, a raw feeling of emotion erupting. “iam an old guy and i don’t often express much of anything. but iam proud of you” He had to pinch himself at his fathers words, not wanting tears to spill.

“i, appreciate that” His father nods, small smile on his face. It was clear he felt regret, in this type of work emotions are just seen as weakness but his father should’ve been more expressive with his own son.

“i heard the plan seem to work?” Jungkook chuckled, he was missing you right now so he guessed it did work. “i always liked her, she terrifies my men with that little laptop of hers”

“oh yeah, she figured the whole thing out in record time. she’s what quite nifty with that laptop” His father nods, smile on his face

“i knew you liked her, before you even knew it” Jungkook makes a face “you may not have known but it was quiet obvious, after you killed her father you were so guilt striken. you assumed it was because he was your first but, i always thought it was because he was her father.”

“probably. i put it down to worrying about her revenge but i guess, i just admired her and didn’t know it. felt guilt for taken her father away” His dad nodded before leaning back in his chair

“and i assume you found out the truth about him?” Jungkook’s jaw tenses, remembering what you admitted about him but nods “he was a terrible man. his father though, he sure is something” A chuckle leaves his father mouth and Jungkook’s head tilts in curiosity “we’ve been talking back and forth for a while now, god is he amusing”

“found a new friend father?”

“you could say that” Jungkook laughs, not believing that the rivalry finally came to an end and it was all over. This whole conversation was surprising him more and more by the second. “we’re gonna announce the rivalry over officially next week, then” He pauses “we’re moving operations to New York” Jungkook was floored, his shock must have been evident because his father laughed “not only is the rivalry over, but we’re joining forces. easier to do that in the same country”

“that’s, great” His father smiled making Jungkook slightly nervous.

“you’ll be happy to know y/n’s Grandfather said you can stay at his estate full time. i heard about your little meltdown when she ran away” Jungkook’s cheeks heat while his father simply continued to smile

“i doubt y/n will put up with me living there” He mumbles, but deep down he was happy to be going back there knowing he could stay.

“with the way you destroy one of her rooms? probably not” Jungkook groans before standing

“ok conversations over” He grumbles before leaving the office, his fathers laughter loud behind him. After that, he felt a lot lighter. It was like a new chapter in his life, his rival was no longer that and was now his girlfriend. Additionally his father finally opened up, apologised and said he was proud of him. He walks off to his wing and pulls his phone out, calling you. It rings for a while before you finally answer

“yes?”

“what a warm greeting” Jungkook grumbles and you laugh on the other end of the line

“what’s up Jeon?”

“is that how you address your future husband?”

“i don’t know haven’t met him yet” Jungkook rolls his eyes as he enters his room and sits on the bed

“bitch”

“Jeon”

“sorry” He mumbles and you chuckle into his ear and reluctantly he smiles “my father is moving us to New York, he says for business but i think he wants to be closer to his bestie- your grandfather”

“oh i heard, he won’t shut up and your father coming out. says their gonna go for a drink” Jungkook laughs, not being able to imagine his father letting loose at a bar.

“i don’t know how we ended here, but iam not going to complain”

“ew stop being sentimental”

“ok fine i hate your fucking guts” You bark a laugh down the phone

“feelings mutual, you’re not living here by the way. not risking another room in your hands when i leave the house for an hour” He’s had enough reminders of that day for a lifetime

“oh iam sorry for assuming you were dead because your stupid ass couldn’t answer your phone and iam moving in, you can’t stop me”

“i know, iam too irresistible you can’t stay away” He scoffs, moving the phone from one ear to the other

“whatever you say sweetheart, make some room for my stuff in your room”

“who says you’re staying in my room Jeon?” He wants to reach through the phone and throttle you, your sarcasm never ends and although he admires you strong will. He also wants to zip your mouth shut

“i did, now shut up iam flying out today”

“just can’t stay away can you? i’ll make sure to bring my gun in case you want to point yours at me again at the airport” He stands from his bed and opens his cupboard before pulling his cloths out and onto his bed

“keep talking and i will pull it on you again” He knows you’re rolling your eyes, can basically feel it as he gathers all of his things to pack away

“it’s easy to disarm you, am not worried”

“you’re intolerable” He grumbles and he hears some shuffling through the phone, guessing your led down

“good, my job is done” Jungkook smiles without realising it. He knows that you’ve got him wrapped around your finger, he can’t even spend more then day away from you. He’s already packing to run right back to you. It’s funny because beforehand he’d have done anything to stay from you, his enemy, his rival- but now he’s itching to get back. It was a surprising turn of events, but he wasn’t going to overthink it- he’s just going to get back to you as fast as his jet can take him.

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the gift and the gifted | myg ✓

➔ pairing: top student!yoongi × top student!reader

➔ genres/warnings: highschool!au, christmas!au, holiday!au, romcom!au, rivals to lovers, enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, suggestive themes (but there's no smut, woops), also yoongi wears glasses bc my babie is so cute and hot when he wears one, lots of cussing prolly, some jokes may be offensive, reader and yoongi basically wants to strangle each other's necks bc yes.

➔ word count: 12.9k

➔ synopsis: you were always at the top; girls envied you and they aspired to be like you, and you got guys swooning at your feet. but there was always a particular individual who followed your footsteps. min yoongi. everywhere you were, he always shadowed you. he always came in second to you, and just like you, he also had become the primary cause of ladies getting diagnosed with erotomanias (metaphorically, of course). but everything crashes downhill when your roles are suddenly switched; he ends up at the top, and you below him. how messed up could that be?

or alternatively, christmas was just around the corner, and all it takes are the midterms (which will be a piece of cake to you) before the semester ends. however, the christmas news you receive that year was one of the worst gifts yet. let's say, it went catastrophic because the gift came in the form of min yoongi, your biggest rival.

notes: this is my first ever tumblr ff ajshssk. it's raw and unedited, so expect a lot of grammar mistakes.

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According to statistics of an unknown source, a lot of experts believe that the global population is composed of between 2% to 6% of gifted children. Such child prodigies are blessed with naturally high inborn intelligence. They perform significantly at complex levels compared to peers.

You belonged in the 2 to 6% of that category. At the fresh age of two, you were able to read novels that are typically for adolescents. You also already knew how to write children stories, your imaginations constantly spreading as if you were using a hex in your mind, expanding your thoughts into a whole new wide level.

Yes, that was indeed a Marvel reference.

Oh, you started watching the series by the time you were three, by the way. Whenever your parents kissed you goodbye to report to their jobs, you would bake pancakes while standing on a stool because you were still too tiny to reach the top of the kitchen counter. Afterwards, you would waddle into the living room, turn on the TV, and bask into a three-hour Marvel movie.

You would also laugh at the adult jokes that were made that even most adolescents wouldn't get, yet there you were, being a couch potato, sipping on maple syrups while giggling at the scenes.

And by the time you were four, you knew all your basic math. You could also spell complicated words already such as pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis (man, I literally had to copy-paste that from Google, smh). You also have memorized all the countries of Asia and Europe, and the parts of the human's and plants' cells—not just the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell basic and overused shit.

But most importantly, you definitely had attitude problems. You had a blunt tongue and a sharp wit.

"I don't want to go to school," your five-year-old-self whined burying your small head further into the pillow. "I don't need to," you add, muffled.

"Honey," your mother sighed, inviting herself in your bedroom. She knew how much you despised it whenever someone crossed your personal space, yet you were too whine-y to even fight your mother. "I know that, but you still need to. The world is too big for everything to fit in your brain—"

"Are you calling me small?" you grimaced, exhuming your head from the pillow and whipping it at your mom's direction. "Mom, you know how much I'm sensitive when it comes to my height!"

"Yes, dear, I apologize—"

"I don't wanna hear it, mom! My decision is final, I don't wanna go to kindergarten!" you yelled, albeit your voice was muffled because you stuffed your face into your pillow again.

"Kindergarten?" your mother repeated. "Y/N, I never said anything about enrolling you to kindergarten. I was planning to apply for your acceleration for elementary—"

"Mmmooommmm!" you groaned, almost sounding like a wolf, but to your beloved mother, you just sounded like a pup. "Leave me alone, please! I know my geometry, I can solve the area of a rectangle, a square, a decagon. Even a gazillion-gon or whatever! And I know how to use similes, metaphors, hyperboles, and ironies!"

"Clearly," your mother muttered under her breath. "With how sharp your tongue is, I'm not even surprised."

The woman flinched when a soft piece of fluff landed before her feet. It was one of your stuff toys, Mr. Bear-able.

She resisted the urge to massage her temples, catching what her daughter was implying. "Alright, fine. I'll leave you alone. But if you ever change your mind, tell me."

"I don't do do overs, mom," you retorted, suddenly having the appetite to get out of bed. You waddle towards your desk, plopping on the seat with your back turned to your mother. "Now, if you excuse me, I have a lot to do."

"Of course," your mother responded. "Come down for dinner at seven. Don't. Be. Late," she warned.

"Yes, mother," you stressed the last word.

Hearing the door shut close, you released a sigh of relief, finally grateful for the time of peace.

But, unfortunately, for gifted children, peace was a state they rarely achieved.

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Ten years later, you are now enduring the third year of high school. And ten years ago, you swore to yourself that you wouldn't step foot into a school. Ever. Yet here you were, standing in the middle of the hallway, flooded with lots of people your age. Jocks and cheerleaders mostly flocked the lockers, some of which are busy slamming each other against each one, their faces all over each other.

It was a disgusting sight to you, but you are used to it now. You know not to pry into their business and scream at them to stop the eff out. One, because you were simply lazy—or rather, conserving energy is the right term. Second, they weren't worth your precious time.

Yes, it was your third year in high school, but also it was only your third time attending school because for the last seven years, you had been cooped up within the four walls of your bedroom. You never stepped foot out the door, except when you ate. You were either sleeping, writing, or just aimlessly scrolling on Twitter and Tiktok.

It had gotten to the point where your mother barged into the room with your father following her like a lost puppy, because he didn't want to deal with you because he was either 1) really, really afraid of you or 2) he just didn't really want to deal with an untamed animal that was in the form of you. Yet, he followed your mother to your room because 1) he was definitely still more afraid of his wife more than of his daughter and 2) he probably wants to witness your demise.

And you did get your demise. You got an earful from your mother. She had confiscated your phone, pulled you out of your room and locked the door. She was getting sick of you acting around as if you were the boss. As if you were the adult.

Yeah, you definitely had (still have, by the way) attitude problems.

And the only condition that your mother had so that you could gain access back to your room and phone is if you enrolled at school, got a degree, and a decent job.

So here you were, in the very hellhole you didn't want to end up in.

On the bright side, you are still a gifted child, and hell did you demolished everyone in your path. Academically, of course. Consistently, you were the overall top one of your batch from first year to second year. You were always the top scorer in examinations. You were also literally destroying your teachers' careers, which basically made almost everyone love you. Almost.

You got guys begging for your attention, wanting to take you out on dates. You also got girls envying you, wanting to be you. And also, of course, you had haters.

And most significantly, you had competition.

He was always there, wherever you were. You were on the list of top scorers, and underneath your name, just right next to it, was his name printed. You were the overall top one, and below you, just beside you, was his name written.

You were the first, and he always came in second.

Your eyes were literally burning in crimson when you saw him entering your line of sight. His jet black hair was neatly styled as usual, his pale skin was glowing underneath the fluorescent lights, his eyes were adorned with round-rimmed glasses, accentuating his clever ambience further.

It made your blood boil; the way he was just calmly walking through the crowd of students. He didn't even make an effort passing through the bodies because people made way for him. Of course, they would. He is the fucking student council president, for hell's sake!

Your arms are crossed, still staring him down as he greeted and bowed to those who smiled at him. Oh, how badly you wanted to rip his mouth off of his face and smack it to the first girl you see because she would definitely pay you at least ten years worth of your life, then you can finally ditch school, maybe disappear off the surface of the map and enjoy a life of solitude in probably an abandoned island, sipping on mojito, or maybe the mountains to enjoy the fresh air of nature because the air down there smelled like pieces of shit—

"Y/N," he singsongs, his gravelly voice reaching your ears.

You didn't notice that you had been standing at the middle of the hallway for quite a long time now because he, along with a few of the other student council members trailing behind him, was now in front of you. You notice everyone's eyes are on you two. Everyone knew of the rivalry you two have. And you also knew that they are totally anticipating a war to happen.

"Yoongi," you say, your tone honeyed with a hint of passive-aggressiveness.

"How was your weekend?" he asks, tilting his head slightly.

Oh, he is definitely enjoying the attention. Just so you wait, I will rip your fakeass smile—

"It was okay!" you chirp, faking a laugh. "I hope yours was too."

Yoongi hums, fixing his glasses that had slightly slid down, exposing his feline eyes for a fleeting moment. "Fortunately, it went more than okay to me," he says with a pompous smile.

Your verbose response is a forced smile, hoping that he will take the hint that he will leave you alone now, because you knew what he was referencing to. The recent weekend, both of your families had dinner together. Unfortunately for you, your parents and his parents are very well-acquainted with each other. Mr. and Mrs. L/N, and Mr. and Mrs. Min's relationship was founded through a business partnership. Despite that, the relationship between the four adults ensued into a deeper level.

Alas, the same couldn't be said with the two offsprings. While their parents considered each other close friends, you and Yoongi acknowledged the other as each other's nemesis.

Everything between you and him always ended up to become a competition. A competition to see who gets on the other's nerves the quicker.

That was why on that particular Saturday night, in a fancy restaurant booked by Yoongi's parents, underneath the rectangular marbled table, you used the advantage of wearing heels that time to sink one of your stilettos on one of his leather shoes when he taunted you. Afterwards, he made a scene, instantly pointing a finger at you when his mother worriedly asked what happened. You promptly defended yourself, saying that it was an accident and that you didn't notice his foot immediately. Then, your beloved mother scolded you in front of them to be more careful because it was bad manners; and that you should act like a proper lady in a five-star Michelin restaurant.

Luckily, he starts to leave you, but only after making up an excuse. "Well, I'm a bit late with my duties, I can't waste time any longer. So, I'll see you later."

He attempts to walk past you, but you had enough time to recover from his pettish outro. As he takes the first steps, you mislead him by moving aside. Then, you slide your foot forwards, miniscule. You watch as his own bumps into yours and in a span of a second, he trips, albeit he regains his balance quickly to your dismay. You almost pouted since he didn't meet the floor with his face.

His calm composure cracks a tiny bit, his eye twitching as he looks at you, his expression now displaying irk. He expected everyone else to look at you as if you were the culprit, but unfortunately, for his part, no one noticed because it is too crowded in the hallway for anyone to catch what you did. Instead, they all had their gazes at him. Some of them awkwardly smiled, while others began to whisper.

Nevertheless, Yoongi ignores them. He stands up straight, fixing the collar of his shirt before waltzing away with his group trailing behind. Unlike earlier, he was tramping, eager to flee the scene and rendering you into a fit of hushed and inconspicuous giggles.

Not today, Snow White. Not today.

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You are stuck in another hour of a boring lesson. You lazily spin a pencil around your fingers, with one hand supporting the weight of your chin as you stare outside the window of your classroom, observing the varsity soccer players attempting to score goals.

You unconsciously snicker when one of the players falls on the grass, catching the attention of your math teacher. It took two calls of your name before you faced her, scowling when she says, "Since you seem so confident, not listening to my discussion, will you please be so kind to solve this on the board?"

You raise an eyebrow, looking at her as if saying 'Are you serious?' The teacher doesn't falter, however, and you sigh vexatiously, standing up from your seat and idly ambling across the aisle. You feel the stares of your classmates piercing at your back but you don't waver. Upon reaching the front, you take the marker from your teacher, whose face was still etched into a frown at the behavior you are showing.

You solve the polynomial equation with ease, not even pausing to think. And when you encircled your final answer and turned to return your teacher's marker, she was gaping at you. Smirking in victory, she tells you to return to your seat. And for the rest of the lecture, she doesn't bother you anymore.

After school, you went straight out of the campus, as if the air inside the building had been suffocating you that you even release a long sigh of relief. Frankly, you thought that you had wasted another day because you didn't learn anything new from any of your subjects. All that was discussed, you already know those concepts since you were ten years old.

And now, you wanted to throw a tantrum at your mother when you get home.

You head for the gates of the campus, and as if you didn't have enough on your plate, a car comes revving near you, and before you knew it, it blocks your path, making you abruptly halt your steps. You instantly recognize the model of the vehicle. The driver's door opens and a familiar black bob of hair is revealed. You don't even try to hide your irritation when Yoongi approaches you.

"Get in the car," he demands, opening the passenger door right in front of you.

You don't listen. Instead, you comment, "Nice calculations there. Which theorem did you apply that made the passenger's door end up in front of my face? Show me your scratch papers."

He rolls his eyes, clearly not having your shit. "My mom called me and told me that your mom told her to tell me that I'm dropping you off at your house because your mom is worried that you'll be off somewhere else again and cause trouble, so she wants to make sure that you're not going to do anything stupid again—"

"Hold your horses, Eminem." You flail your hands in front of him. "First of all, drop the your mom tongue twister. Second, I'm not coming with you. Who knows? You might be plotting my death. And third, stop talking to me because people might think that we're friends."

Without waiting for Yoongi's response, you swaggered around his Hyundai Sonata, heading for the campus gates. Relief washes over you when you don't hear the annoying honking of his car. He had left you alone for now.

Besides, how worse could your day get any further?

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Your bag drops to the floor once you have registered the sight of your mother guffawing at a joke he said. They were both too occupied in their conversation that they only sensed your presence when you make a beeline for the stairs.

"Y/N," your mother calls, and you stop in your tracks, one foot mid-air. You curse lowly, not being able to even make it for the first tread.

You put on the fakest smile you could muster, making sure that it was discernible that you didn't want to have to do anything with the two most exasperating persons in the room.

"Aren't you gonna join Yoongi and I for snacks?" she says, rendering you to fist your hand. It took a lot of strength from you not to swing a punch at the said male. He was clearly enjoying this. He absolutely knew that you were getting reprimanded again once he leaves the premise.

Your smile twitches, almost cracking but you stay firm. "Sure, I will. Mother." You deliberately stressed the last word. A warning gaze is given to you by your mother.

Smirking lightly, you don't tiptoe anymore, seeing that it was useless. You pull the chair across where Yoongi sat, purposely making the wood screech against the floor. Your mother winces slightly that made you smile triumphantly.

As if nothing had transpired, your mother began to speak. "So, Yoongi here told me that you refused to get a lift from him. You do know that that's basic manners."

"Yes, and you told me not to accept anything from strangers," you deadpan. Your mother's eyes widen in horror, instantly sending Yoongi an apologetic gaze.

"Oh, Yoongi, I'm so sorry about my daughter. I think she meant that she didn't want to a burden to you."

Yoongi waves his hand, a cheeky smile painted on his lips. "It's alright, Mrs. L/N. I get what you mean. I absolutely understand where Y/N is coming from."

Your head was beginning to ache from the exchange that was occurring between the two people you weren't entirely fond of. Before your mother could respond to your nemesis, you cut in.

"Why is he even here, mom?" you demand. Your mother chuckles awkwardly, looking back and forth between you and your enemy.

"Well," she starts. "Your midterms are nearing alongside the weather that is starting to cool off. I invited Yoongi so that you two could study together and maybe consider this as a bonding moment for the two of you—"

You don't let her finish, abruptly standing up from your seat, already shooting daggers at the woman who birthed you.

"Mom, I don't need a study buddy. I can clearly study fine on my own. In fact, I don't need to because I know everything and I assure you that I will ace my midterms just like I've had for the past two years."

Mrs. L/N frowns at your response. "Y/N, if you please, will you stop with the bratty attitude? We have a guest and the least you can do is act accordingly!"

You are certain that your blood had reached its boiling point. "No!" you raise your tone, unbothered by the fact that your rival is literally witnessing the argument that is transpiring right now. What irked you more was that he is probably enjoying the scene unfolding before him. "You're just doing all of these because you know how much I despite it! I hate it, mom. And I absolutely harbor all of the ill feelings you can name towards him!" You point at Yoongi, who is calmly watching you with an unreadable expression on his face.

As far as you know, only your parents knew that you loathed Yoongi. That was why you were always comfortable expressing it even in their presence. But whenever his parents were at the scene, that was when you could control your temper, and suppress your irritations, which is why now, you were exploding once again.

"Y/N—!"

"I'm not hearing it," you proclaim, already making way towards the stairs. "Chit-chat with him for all I care. Just leave me be."

You stomp upstairs, making sure you slam your bedroom door shut. Smoke was literally smothering out of yours ears and nostrils as you grabbed the nearest book you had from your shelf and throw it with all your might at the other end of your room. Then, you march towards your bed, falling on it face-first and releasing your screams, muffled by your pillows.

You are so angry and infuriated, mentally wrecking Yoongi with all the curses you could think of. After what seemed like hours of disparaging him in the form of talking to your long-time best friend, Mr. Bear-able, you feel your throat become dry. It is parched and you feel the need to gulp down a gallon of water with how much saliva you used.

Annoyed that you had to leave the comfort of your room to get a glass of water downstairs, you wonder if Yoongi had already left. You check outside, raising the blinds of your window. Then, you grimace, seeing the familiar vehicle parked in front of your house.

Why was that son of a half-troll still here?

You really didn't want to go down and see him, but your throat was literally begging for your thirst to be quenched. You try to weigh the pros and cons, with the cons definitely outweighing the former, but you were still too thirsty. It was sending you to the brim of annoyance so you had no choice but to step out of your room.

Your ears try to hear for movements and conversations, but when you don't, you thought that maybe they were in the backyard. You sigh in relief, albeit too early because when your feet touched the floor of the first floor of your house, you almost lost your balance upon seeing the devil himself standing by the stairs' handrails. The balusters did the job of concealing him because his face is already adorned with a smirk.

"Why the fuck are you here?" you demand. "Where's mom?"

"Out," Yoongi simply answers, sipping on his iced Americano.

"Why?" You cross your arms, raising an incredulous eyebrow at him.

"She felt bad about your tantrum—" he explains nonchalantly. "—so, she insisted to take-out dinner."

"Why didn't you just come with her? That would save us both the case of fighting—"

"I offered to stay and look after you in case something happens, although your mom was still really worried for me in case you might pull something against me. But I assured her that I would be fine." He blinks as if his response was a normal one.

However, you don't buy it, narrowing your eyes and taking a defiant step closer to him. "What are you scheming this time? Wasn't it enough for you that you got to witness me getting reprimanded?"

Yoongi doesn't seem affected because he stands his ground, his eyes reciprocating the determined gaze you were giving him.

He doesn't answer you, and he breaks your eye-contact, looking at something behind you.

"Hey, I asked you a question—"

"It's snowing," he cuts you off.

Mildly confused and musing a what, you turn around to check what he was looking at. And then you see the first fall of snow of the year. Immediately, you feel the chilly breeze of winter prick your skin.

Eyebrows still furrowed, you only move when Yoongi scurries off towards the heater, turning it on. After a few seconds, the cold that you instantly felt is replaced by warmth. Still, you were on edge, because Yoongi was acting really... weird.

You watch him with judgment in your eyes as he makes his way towards the dining room. That's when you see study materials sprawled on the table; Stabilo highlighters with their caps off, arrow sticky notes pasted on top of pages of the textbooks, reviewers spread all throughout the space of the table. He had been clearly studying for midterms. You were disturbed that he had shamelessly claimed territory on your dining room.

You feel the bile crawling up your throat, you are cognizantly displeased at the way Yoongi was acting. You march towards the room, where he was busy organizing his notes.

"Hey!" you squawked. "Will you stop walking around as if this is your house?! And... can you stop that? You're acting weird..." you trail off when Yoongi doesn't even snap at you. He only looks at you as if you were the strange one in the room.

You roll your eyes, opting to get your glass of water from the kitchen instead. If the damn bitch won't respond to you properly then you won't bother to waste your time.

Closing the refrigerator, with one hand holding the pitcher, you jump the second time that day, caught off-guard by your rival standing behind the door of the refrigerator.

"Jesus Christ, Yoongi!" you yell. "I will literally smack you in the face with this pitcher!"

"Huh," he muses. "That's really weird."

"What?" you say in disbelief. "Don't call me weird when between us, you're the one that's acting weird. Fucking leave me alone, for fuck's sake."

"Yeah, exactly." He remains unfazed by your threats. "Strangely, I don't feel anything towards you right now."

"Of course you don't," you scoff. "You hate me. Hello? Have you suddenly become stupid or something?"

Seemingly lost in thought, Yoongi replies, "No, I mean like I literally don't feel anything right now towards you. I don't feel like I hate you right now—"

"Yes, I hear you. Now can you shut the fuck— wait what?" You pause and do a double take on what he just said.

What did he say? That he doesn't hate me right now?

"Look, I don't know what the fuck it is your scheming right now, but I just want to tell you to drop your crap, because I don't believe a single word you're uttering right now," you say, pouring water on a glass. You take a sip before resuming. "Stop saying bullshit, because I won't fall for it."

"I'm not telling you bull right now." He raises both of his hands in surrender. "Ugh, whatever. You probably have the mental capacity of a lizard for you to understand even if I explain—"

"Take that back right now," you threaten him. "Have you forgotten that you always come second to me? Don't get too cocky, you still don't know who you're messing with. It's been three years, you should know now that you can't beat me."

"Whatever you say so, Megamind." He fixes his glasses before returning to the dining room. You warily watch him go back to studying before you climb up back into your room.

Even though you were already inside, you still felt uneasy because of how peculiar Yoongi acted just a few minutes ago.

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The gray cement road is replaced with the ivory snow, concealing everything underneath it. It's now the month of November, which meant that your parents are busy preparing for the holidays. That also meant that you had to help them too to your dismay.

You are sitting on your house's porch, a stick in your hand while doodling on the snow. Meanwhile, your father is occupied in attaching the Christmas lights on the gutters of your roof.

He calls your name, and you oblige. You step foot out into the snow weather, bits of frost coating your hair. You crane your neck up the ladder.

"Can you pass me the other string of lights?" he requests, pointing at the said lights sprawled on the snow. You grab it off the floor, taking the end of it. You spin it like a lasso before unleashing it towards your father, who catches it with ease. He laughs, "Nice one!"

You roll your eyes before returning to your earlier position. You begin to scribble again as your mind wanders off somewhere else.

For the past few weeks, you had noticed that something became different. And it was all because of a particular person who was supposed to be the hell of your life. Instead, it seems like he had now become pacified, and he decided that you weren't worth his time anymore.

A part of you feels extremely offended and infuriated because you feel that Yoongi doesn't see you as a menace anymore; that he was now confident that he can easily defeat you; that he doesn't see you as a competition anymore. Another of your part feels concerned and peculiar—as if something is missing. You don't feel the adrenaline pulsating through your veins anymore whenever you saw Yoongi.

When you crossed paths, he would only give you a smile of acknowledgement and then leave before you could even tell him a snarky comment.

Oddly, it was affecting you more than it should be. You were starting to think that maybe this was one of his tactics for you to get distracted. If it was, it was unfortunately working, and you were getting vexed as each day passed by.

You wanted Yoongi to lash out on you. You wanted to feel his anger radiating towards you. You wanted him to feel threatened. You wanted to be the one with the upper hand.

But instead, you were feeling none of those from him. It was rendering you to madness because even though you wanted to deny it so bad, you couldn't get him out of your mind.

And maybe, just maybe, you thought that something different was also brewing inside you.

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November flew by in a blur and before you even knew it, you only had two weeks before midterms. You and your mother were busy setting up the Christmas tree. She was busy handing you the ornaments and garlands, and directing you where to place them.

"There," your mother says. "A little bit up. Nope, down. Nevermind, put it up again."

You groan in annoyance. "Mom, can you please make up your mind? My arms are starting to sore."

She gives you a sheepish smile from below. You feel goosebumps pricking your skin, disturbed by your mother's expression. It was the first time you saw that kind of smile from her.

"You're creeping me out," you say.

"Oh, it's nothing," your mother tells you. "It's just... recently I've noticed how you seem at peace now unlike before. It's nice..." she hesitates a bit but when she sees you only looking at her and listening intently, she finds the courage to express to you, "It's nice that we're finally having a mother-and-daughter bonding experience since... I don't know, maybe since you were one?"

You laugh. You actually laugh genuinely at what she says. You climb down the ladder, dusting your hands on your sweater. Peace. A word that its meaning which you know, but don't know what it feels. It is a foreign feeling and peculiar. Only then when your mother notices it you realize that maybe that was the right word you were looking for to describe your interiority right now.

But as soon as you take cognizance of it, your mother crashes it when she lets you know the news.

"Yoongi's family is having dinner with us on the Eve," she informs you, and your smile stiffens. "I expect that you'll be on your best behavior."

She looks at you expectantly, and it was enough to let her know that you aren't fond of the idea because you say,

"I'd rather be a Christmas feast to a cat, honestly."

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"To be honest, I'd rather feast on a mouse, mom," Yoongi says when his mother informs him their plan for the evening of Christmas Eve.

She laughs heartily. "Why would you say that, dear? Is it because of Y/N? Are you still uptight around her because of her gift?"

Yoongi shudders at the mere mention of your name for some unknown reason that he couldn't decipher. He denies it, shaking his head.

Then, her mother's eyes sparkled. She leans forward and whispers, "Then... have you gotten fond of her? You seem to be more nervous than before, Yoongi. Whenever we spend time with the L/Ns, you always seem so determined, and you look forward to spend time with their family. Why do you seem so uneasy now?"

"Err, it's not that, mom." Yoongi tries to distract himself by sipping on his iced Americano, but that doesn't ease his nerves. He regrets ordering his usual drink on the cold season because his shivering is amplified. "It's just... midterms' soon, and I'm just stressed, I guess."

"Stressed?" His mother repeats. "That's the first time I've heard that word from you, dear."

"Is it?" Yoongi chuckles awkwardly.

Mrs. Min emits another lighthearted laugh. "Yoongi, I know you more than anyone else. Don't even deny it, you have taken quite a liking for the L/Ns' daughter, haven't you?"

Yoongi gapes at his mother's proclamation. He immediately shakes his head vehemently. "Mom, that's ridiculous. Of course, I haven't. She hates me." At the last sentence, he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. But his bitter tone doesn't come unnoticed to his mother.

"Does she?" she innocently asks.

"Yeah." Yoongi sighs, pressing his lips into a thin line that resembled a bracket. It was a habit of his whenever he feels displeased. "She hates the mere sight of me, mom. And we compete for the first place, every time. She hates the fact that I'm always second to her because she's threatened that I might overthrow her anytime! It's annoying to be honest. But now, I'll just let her have her way. I'm just going to focus on studying for midterms. She's not worth my time, anyway."

Of course he was half-lying. He wanted nothing more but to continue this rivalry you two had. But these days, he had been in conflict with his inner self. He didn't want you having your way, he wanted to conquer you. But also, another side of him is troubling him. He didn't want to continue fighting you any longer for some reason. Yoongi doesn't know if he simply got tired of it or if it was because of something else that he couldn't pinpoint.

Either way, he didn't want to interact with you for the mean time. He had to figure whatever the shit was happening to his brain. Had he finally lost it?

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You were serene as usual when midterms ended. You can't help but feel pride swelling on your chest as you listened to your classmates' complaints and sighs of regrets because they had a lot harder time getting through each question of the exams than you did.

But somehow, there was something missing; the thrill. Your mind wanders to your nemesis, wondering how he did in his exams.

When you were all dismissed, the hallways are instantaneously filled with students, celebrating their triumphs and the fact that they were now free from school. Instinctively, you try the look for a familiar midget with black bob hair and round-rimmed glasses.

And when you do see him, a smirk makes its way to your lips. You march confidently to his way. He doesn't notice your presence until you blocked his way, causing him to look up from his phone to acknowledge you.

"Hey, Potter," you drawl, playing with the ends of your hair. He rolls his eyes at the nickname you call him.

"What do you want?" he straightly gets to the point. You raise an eyebrow, a bit caught off-guard by his question.

That was a good one because yeah, what the hell did you want? Why did you approach him in the first place?

Yoongi unintentionally saves you from the embarrassment. His feline eyes narrow and he smugly smiles. "Oh, are you concerned about how I did well in my exams? Are you perhaps... threatened?"

You scowl, pointing a finger at him. "Don't get so brazen. I'm just here to tell you not to feel too self-assured. I know what you've been up to lately. You've been trying to distract me by not acknowledging my presence for the past few weeks. You think that that's all it takes for me to back down? Nah-uh. Nice try, Yoongi, but try harder."

"Oh?" He raises an eyebrow, fascinated at your assumptions. "So, that's what you've been presuming." Then, he shrugs, "Look, doll, I don't know where such thoughts of yours suddenly came from, but I'm just saying that that sounds like a you problem. I'm not doing anything, but it seems like you're turning into one of them, having delusions about me."

You cringe and sneer. "You can't be serious, Yoongi. Now, you're the delusional one!" The way he was smirking victoriously made you want to slap the mocking smile off of his face.

You decide to end the interaction, curtly pivoting on your heels and strutting away from Yoongi, whose piercing eyes never left your figure until you disappeared from his line of sight.

In the back of his mind, he is contemplating. He ponders if you were right. For the first time in his lifetime, he was considering what you said.

Meanwhile, you were stomping on piles of snows. You were furious at the lack of energy Yoongi was showing you. He really seemed like he didn't give a damn anymore about you. He was so laid-back and relaxed and that made your confidence dwindle a bit, wondering what had he pulled from his sleeves.

Your mood remains sour the whole time you walked home. People who passed by you probably thought that you were releasing dragon breaths if not for the freezing weather.

You were basically tramping on the floor of your living room, immediately catching the attention of your mother, who scampers out of the kitchen to check out the commotion. She sees you muttering incoherent words to yourself and you only stop when she gets your attention.

"Did something happen, Y/N?" she questions. "Why are you in a sour mood? Did something happen with your exams?"

"No, mom!" you immediately answer. "In fact, I aced the exams, I'm certain! You don't need to worry about anything. It's just that—" you abruptly stop. Your mother looks at you, waiting for you to continue but you don't.

Frankly, you're confused yourself, suddenly wondering why were you so worked up. You didn't have to worry about anything, you were a hundred percent confident that you did outstandingly in your exams.

"Y/N?" Your mother's voice pulls you out of your trance.

"It's nothing!" you exclaim. "Just tired. I'm going to my room, if you don't mind." You start going up the stairs. "Call me if you need help." Your voice echoes in the first floor.

Mrs. L/N blinks, finding your behavior strange lately. Yet, she shrugs it off and goes back to working in the kitchen.

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"Y/N, please stop harassing the carrots," your mother says. "They did nothing to you."

You stop cutting the vegetable, noticing that indeed, the whole carrot was now mashed. You sigh, not realizing that you've been cutting angrily.

"If you're not in the mood, I can cook myself. You can go on and set the table instead."

You don't argue, abandoning the knife and mashed carrots before making way towards the cabinets where your mother kept the utensils for special occasions.

It was finally the day of your impending doom. Christmas Eve. Dinner with the Min family, and honestly, you didn't know what to feel. The last time Yoongi visited was when you and your mother had an argument right in front of him. It was also the day everything changed. You wonder if the argument that transpired traumatized him, rendering him to madness. Or maybe he was diagnosed with a disorder.

There I go again. Why the hell am I even thinking about him? Focus at the task at hand, Y/N—

You reach out for the stack of plates but one of them slips from your grasp, clattering and breaking on the floor. Your mother jumps, and she starts to scold you as you bent down and picked up the broken pieces.

"Y/N, seriously, what is going on with you?" she exclaims. "You've been so out of it!"

You sigh, fluttering your eyes close for a moment. When you open them, you wince, suddenly feeling blood rushing towards your index finger. You look down and see rivulets of ruby spilling out of your skin.

Mrs. L/N notices your trance and she follows your gaze. Her eyes widen and she gasps, instantly ushering you to rinse your wound and put a band aid on it.

You obey, grabbing the opportunity of ephemeral peace. In the bathroom, you dab the small laceration with Betadine, before wrapping it up with a band aid. Then, your ears register the sound of muffled voices coming from the other side of the door.

It didn't take you long to realize that the Min family has entered your residence. And that meant, Yoongi was also here. Your last interaction with him was at the school hallway, where you two had a small argument about which one of you was the delusional one. It was an awkward one, to be honest. It didn't feel like your previous fights.

You slap your forehead with your wounded hand, wincing and mentally cursing yourself because of your stupidity. It was ironic, to be frank. You were gifted with an incredible high IQ, but your EQ was equivalently low.

After a few minutes of attempts to calm yourself down, you finally step out of the bathroom, sauntering towards the living room to make your presence known. Mrs. Min acknowledges you, giving you a peck in the cheek. You awkwardly stand before her as she compliments your crown braid hairstyle and the baby blue turtleneck dress that you wore, matched with a pair of flats because you didn't do well in heels in cold weathers.

Her attention pans towards your father, greeting him with the same enthusiasm and you finally felt like you could breathe. But that's when you see him too.

Yoongi is standing in the sidelines, observing the interaction between the four adults. He is obviously avoiding your eyes but you don't notice it, of course. He could literally feel your burning stare on him that he was starting to feel his legs buckle.

However, all those went over your head. You pay heed on his outfit. He didn't seem... too bad. You acknowledge that he has a sense of fashion. He is wearing a pair of beige slacks, complimenting his skin tone. The black leather belt that hugged his waist is a contrast to his white button up long sleeve, a cream-colored knitted vest resting on top of it.

When you look at his eyes, you find him already staring at you. Clearly, he had completely failed avoiding at looking at you. You two continued to have a staredown when Mrs. Min calls the attention of the two of you.

"Y/N, Yoongi! Take your seats. Let's bless the food and eat!"

After dinner, the four adults in the room began to chat with the company of champagne and whiskey. Meanwhile, you and Yoongi were tasked to do the dishes. So, as much as to your disappointment, you were stuck with him. He soaps the dishes while you rinsed them. The situation was awkward because you two were enveloped in a uncomfortable silence. The only sources of sound between you were the voices and laughters coming from the living room.

Earlier, your mother had warned you to be in your best behavior for the umpteenth time, and you don't even fight her on it because 1) you didn't have the energy to engage in a war anyways and 2) Min Yoongi had been passive so you actually had no reason to go into a fit of rage. But still, there is a slight disappointment in you because of the lack of interaction you were having with the said boy.

It was like he had gone mute. To you, it's irksome but also, you were starting to feel concerned. However, your pride was more essential to you, so you don't ask Yoongi what has been bothering him lately because 1) he's your nemesis, you aren't supposed to care for his well-being and 2) it might be a part of his grandmaster plan of plotting your demise.

After drying your hands, you don't bother to wait for Yoongi. Passing by the adults in the living room, you silently exit through the front door to get some fresh air.

As if finally freeing yourself from constriction, you inhale the scent of snowflakes and exhale through your nose, an icy breath leaving your lips. You don't notice the front door opening once again. You don't notice the pair of footsteps padding against the soft snow. You only notice it when the footsteps stop beside you.

You turn your head slightly and see Yoongi, who's looking straight ahead. Cautiously, you take a step to your right to increase the distance between you two.

He notices instantly because he scoffs, "I'm not going to bite you."

"I was just making sure," you reason out. "Why are you here, anyway? Did your mom tell you to? You can drop the act now."

He looks at you in disbelief. "I didn't come out here because I was told to. I came here on my own accord."

You frown. "You're legit scaring me now. Will you stop it already?"

This time, Yoongi doesn't let his gaze leave your face. He is intently looking at you, as if scrutinizing every movement you made. Instinctively, you tuck your chin inside the collar of your turtleneck, hoping that it would shield you from his piercing eyes. It doesn't work out.

"I'm not doing anything, Y/N," he says calmly. "It's you who's overthinking—"

"Oh, stop!" You wave your hands at him. "I'm not stupid, Yoongi. You thought I wouldn't notice the way you're acting differently around me now? You don't seem to have that fiery eyes on me every time we talked. It's sickening, almost like you're mocking me."

A silence envelops the two of you, and you feel your cheeks reddening, partly because of the cold but mostly because of the boy who stood beside you.

"You know," he finally speaks. "It's not that difficult to admit to yourself that you missed me."

This time, you have the strength and courage to actually look at him dead in the eyes. "Are you planning to major in slapstick comedy? Because if yes, then I say go for it. Undoubtedly, you'll be the valedictorian just like you always dream of."

He snickers, tilting his head lightly as he reciprocates your incandescent gaze. "You're funny," he tells you.

"See?!" you exclaim. "This is what I mean! Why aren't you arguing back?" You stomp your foot.

He blinks, finding your question dumb. "Because I simply don't want to?" he answers albeit unsure of it himself.

You cross your arms and emit a scoff. "Sure, you do."

"Look," Yoongi starts. "If you're expecting me to argue with you, I won't. I already told you before, a few months ago, I don't abhor you as much as I do before."

"Why?" you ask and this time, he scoffs.

"Why?" he repeats. "For a person like you with immensely high IQ, you suck at reading the room."

Before you could protest, he interrupts you, making sure that your attention was only on him. He takes two steps towards you, decreasing the distance between your bodies.

"Y/N, I may be the bad guy but I'm not a bad guy," he says. "To be honest with you, I, myself, am confused too. I don't strongly loathe you these past few months and I've been questioning myself why either. But—"

He stops and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

"What happened to your finger?"

His question catches you off-guard, rendering you to caress the covered part of your skin. You flinch slightly when he holds your hand, raising it to get a proper look on it. His face scrunches and for the first time, you feel something somersaulting in your stomach. You didn't know if you liked it or not, but it was certainly making you feel discomfort.

When you start to feel overwhelmed, you pulled away from his touch, placing your hand to your chest. "I-I'm fine," you stammer.

"Are you sure?" he worriedly asks.

"Yes, I am!" You didn't mean to yell at him but you couldn't help it. He has been making you feel lots emotion. He was confusing you, and the more and more time you were out here with him, the more you were driving to madness.

"You know," he smirks. "If you could stop yelling at me for a second, I could show you much more fun and productive uses for that mouth of yours."

You gape at him, and you start walking backwards when he begins to take defiant steps closer to you. Every time you stepped back, he takes one towards you too. As your back hits the cold exterior walls of your house, you gasp lightly when Yoongi encages you between the walls and his arms, his hands falling on either side of you.

Light snow pelted on both of you but that isn't the reason why you flinch. The reason is because he leans close, increasing the proximity of your faces.

"Yoongi—" you begin to protest but he doesn't let you.

His forehead touches yours and you yelped slightly at the way he is treating you right now. His eyes flutter shut and he speaks in low manner that had you trembling in your position.

"Y/N, you're absolutely driving me crazy," he murmurs. "Like I said, I'm so confused too. My heart and mind are clouded because lately, you've been occupying my thoughts. I loathe the way you bewitch me whenever you use your sharp tongue against me. I despise how you can easily get under my nerves but also it satisfies me whenever you attempt to put me in my place, when you give me a taste of my own medicine."

He pauses, fluttering his eyes open. He leans away slightly, the warmth emanated from his forehead leaving you instantly.

"There is no other plausible explanation for this except for the possibility that... I have been harboring feelings for you for quite awhile now, Y/N." He exhales softly, as if a huge weight has been finally lifted off of his shoulders. "And it's not what you're thinking of. It's the opposite of it."

The world stops for a moment, the snowflakes stop falling, and the time stops ticking. You only hear his soft breaths that had never sounded so calm up until this moment.

"I like you, Y/N." He shows you a coy smile. "And right now, I'm surrendering to you. You can continue to hate me if you want, but it won't change my feelings for you."

Your heart is hammering against your chest wildly, and you only hope that Yoongi isn't hearing how loudly it was beating against your ribcage. As the silence between you two continues to prolong, the harder it was for you to formulate a coherent response.

A buzzing sound slices the still atmosphere and you usher Yoongi to check his phone. He does, sighing in dismay. You warily watch him as he opens his messaging app. You awkwardly stand before him as he scrolls through his chats.

His expression morphs into perturbation. The lump that had formed in his throat getting harder to swallow. You notice his adam's apple bob up and down and you start to wonder what happened.

Then, his eyes leave the screen, searching for yours. When your gazes collide, the confidence that he had a few minutes ago was now gone, replaced by anxiousness.

"I think..." He says reluctantly. "You need to see this."

He hands you his device and you impassively check out what he saw. Then, the blood drains from your skin, your own expression alters to skepticism first, then turns to perplexity once you double take on the image viewed on the screen.

At first, you didn't know what to feel. Your mind going haywire for a fleeting moment. You felt even worse when you look up at Yoongi because his emotion was anything but jubilance. In fact, he rather looks like he was in agony.

But you don't care about that. Your anger only rises, traveling through your veins. At that very moment, standing before your own rival, you were beyond humiliated and enraged that he witnessed your downfall, the scarlet ink being the proof of it.

Top Performers for This Year's Midterms

1. Min Yoongi

2. L/N Y/N

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The Christmas jingles resonating all throughout the suburbs was unnecessarily aggravating you more than it should be for the reasons that you are making it sound like Christmas is mocking your once exuberant mood a few days ago, and because you didn't like the gift and news you received that night.

Despite the freezing weather's attempts to cool you down, it was heightening your fury instead. Four days after Christmas Eve, you kicked the sheets off yourself and impulsively decided that a walk in the suburbs will be a great idea so that you can finally turn your sour mood into a sweet one.

Alas, it fails miserably. You are still trampling on snow piles as your fervent eyes scan the shops in the sidewalks, desperately trying to look for something that can finally extinguish the fires within you.

But when you reach the end of the street, the tall buildings of stores turning into festive bungalows, and decorated apartments. The worst of all is the duplexes, because the decorations of both similar-structured houses have conjoined Christmas embellishments, letting everyone who passes by know that the two families living inside are more than acquaintances.

It stupidly reminds you of your family's current situation with them. More specifically, your situation with him.

When you finally reach the comfort of your bedroom, contradictory, it doesn't feel comforting at all. Everywhere your gaze lands, they remind you of him; of the fact that he had finally conquered you; that all your hardwork that year were for nothing.

Shutting your eyes close, you begin to recite the numbers of pi, pacing around your room. It was something that you always do when you're stressed.

"...190914564856692346034861045432664821339!" When the door of your bedroom creaks open, you couldn't help but yell nine, as if threatening the one who dares to interrupt your attempts to keep yourself level-headed.

You were about to glare but instead, you were surprised to see your father, peeking through the crevice of your door. You notice that he's slightly anxious because, well, you were screaming numbers.

A sigh escapes your lips and you shuffle towards the door, opening it wider. Your father takes this as a sign that he was invited in your room.

Your relationship with your father is very much uptight and timid which is why between him and your mother, you're less angry at him. At times though, you didn't know how to act around him because you feel like you don't know him. You never bonded with him. Except for that time you were helping him out with connecting the Christmas lights on your roof's gutters.

After that fleeting moment, the bond was gone, as if a scissor magically appeared to cut the strings between you two. You don't hate him for it, but sometimes, you wonder and daydream possible moments where you could actually bond without that suffocating rope forcedly tying you two together.

You wonder if in the past, in the years when you were still full of innocence, purity, oblivious of the histories of the ancient world; when you still didn't know how to count one to three; when you barely knew how to lift a muscle and take the first steps towards your father.

Had he ever squat down before you, his face full of sunshine, and encourage you to come to him with open arms? Tell you that you could do it! That you could make it to the heartwarming embrace of your father's arms?

But the more you try to dig any sort of memory from your lobes, nothing resurfaces. And you were back with the reality that, maybe, he didn't need and have to do all of those.

Because as far as your memory traveled back, you had been completely fine on your own. Maybe, you taught yourself how to walk, think, say your first word.

Because, you were gifted.

And now, as the years go by, you realize that the gift you have, may be also your curse.

It's a tightrope with both ends holding you up, urging you to keep on walking. A gift and a curse on either end, shouting at you—

Stop standing around!

The rope's about to break if you don't start moving another step!

What has gotten into you?!

You used to do this so effortlessly!

"Y/N."

The call of your father's soft voice pulls you out of your trance. You suddenly realize that you had been standing by the door stupidly and your father is looking at you with worry creasing his mature features.

"Oh," you say. "My bad."

You shut the door then turn your back towards your father. You amble towards your desk, attempting to fix the sprawled mess on it by carelessly shoving the scratch papers in your bin, keeping your ballpens and pencils in your pencil case, the zipper loudly being the only source of sound slicing through the deafening silence.

"Sorry about the mess," you say. "I've been busy."

"On your holiday break?" your father asks, chuckling lightly. The sound faintly makes your lips form into a small smile. But as soon as it came, it disappears.

"Yeah, well, I'm growing older. And that means the more I age, the more my ability to suck in information rusts."

Your father doesn't reply after that, so you continue to clean up your desk wordlessly. Once you had nothing to pick up and throw and keep anymore, you finally turn back around to face your father.

He's sitting quiety on the foot of your bed, and you take heed of the small box he's fiddling with his hands. The box is covered with red wrapper, with flurries of snowflakes as pattern.

He notices that your attention is on him, so he stands up from your bed and approaches you in a relaxing manner yet you can catch on the slight cautiousness along it. You decide not to mention anything about it.

He hands you the little parcel, and you accept it wordlessly, opting to wait for him to speak first.

He does. "I wasn't able to get you any gift on Christmas, and I hope I'm not too late. I had a bit of a hard time picking one, but I made sure I thought about it. Hopefully, you'll like this small present."

"Thanks, dad," is your only verbose reply.

He nods and after contemplating a bit, he decides to leave you to it. In your own solitude once again, you scrutinize the small box, tossing it lightly every now and then to guess what it was. You feel movement from inside, like a flow of something liquid.

Your curiosity makes you rip the wrapper apart and it didn't take long for the gift to make its apparition.

The gift is simple like its size, but to you, it holds a lot of meaning. It's a snowglobe, but the inside is what makes it unique. No, Santa Claus isn't there inside nor were the nine reindeers that pulled his sleigh—even the sleigh itself is absent. Rudolph isn't there which makes you slightly pout but it doesn't last long because staring back at you from the other side of the glass is a small girl with Iron Man's arm around her. He is almost hugging her but his other arm remains at his side.

You shake the globe in your hands, chuckling at the bits of snow encompassing the small figures inside.

Indeed, it reminds you of something. You and your father.

But for the first time in forever, you aren't longing. Rather, you are contented.

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It is still snowing a week after New Year. Nothing much happened. You only had a family dinner, watched fireworks, and jumped around because of your belief that you would grow taller if you do so.

But after the first day of the year, things went back to normal. The only difference is the relentless snow pouring everywhere.

Oh, and classes are resumed.

Miraculously, you don't feel as much anger as you did a few weeks ago. You don't know if it's because it's a new year so you just suddenly feel like oh, fuck it, it's been a long ass while, I should chill the eff out.

Weirdly enough, you expected to be really infuriated when your feet leads you to the bulletin board and scan it. You see your name, beside the number two. It sinks in to you of the reality that you're now second but oddly, you don't feel the particular element surging through your veins.

You thought everything's going well so far. And you must have a curse because every time you thought that all is well, that's when the real torrential typhoon arrives.

Tornados hit everywhere, and instead of rainshowers, you see hails vehemently falling on yourself. It hurts so much more than rain, but you had to get through it anyways. Or else, you would die getting shot by mere ice. It was gonna be embarrassing if your soul sees your grave with the words 'Cause of death: ice' engraved on your tombstone.

So, you make sure that you are under control when Min Yoongi does his usual entrance, greeting the student body with nods and smiles. It's slightly different now though, because some of them greeted him back with congratulations.

You resist your eye wanting to twitch when Yoongi's gaze finally lands on you.

A year ago and a year before that, you would always see his eyes fiery and intense, trying to get under your nerves with a mere eye contact. Now, however, his eyes hold on anything but anger. The sight of him doesn't infuriate you for the first time, but it does provoke you for another reason that you were afraid to unravel.

You desperately want to bury what you're feeling six feet below, because as much as you loathe it, you can't help but trail your mind back to that particular night when he had declared his feelings for you.

"I like you, Y/N."

Was that even possible? Was it possible, at all, to grow feelings for the person who constantly tormented you for the years you've known them? You couldn't wrap your mind around it, no matter how smart you are, it seems like you couldn't find any plausible explanation for such circumstances.

Not even when the devil himself is only three inches away from you, did you successfully come up with a conceivable reason.

Yoongi greets you but you don't respond. The crowd was anticipating what would your response be, and you refuse to give them the satisfaction. Instead, you walk past him, not even sparing a glance to any of the spectators. You also drown out their whispers, making you want to yell at them 'Why whisper when I would still hear it anyway, dumbos?'

You don't utter a single world, opting to force to smother the flames instead, maybe bury them deep within your ribcage, lock it with a key and throw it in the Altantic Ocean, hoping that it will land on the Titanic where no one could ever take it. Not even you.

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You spent the whole day in school cocooned in your hoodie, attempting to take naps despite of the loud voices of your teachers and classmates. But you only end up being wide awake, your eyes open, your face on the desk, seeing nothing but black. You succumb in yourself in the trenches of your own thoughts, and you finally drift off.

You don't know how long you've fallen asleep, but your consciousness slowly enters your systems, causing you to become suddenly aware of your surroundings. Unlike a few minutes—or hours—ago, the ambience is silent. Too silent.

When you open your eyes and move your arms slightly, your brows furrow in confusion when the darkness remains. You have no idea if your sense of hearing had heightened in the span of your sleep or if the sound is just extremely loud because you can hear someone breathing, as if they were just beside you.

Squinting your eyes, you brace for the brightness of the world to blind you, but you still see nothing.

You rub your eyes to adjust your sight in the dark. And you finally realize that it is night time. The stars are awake, looking down on you as they twinkle. The moon is round, as if it is luring you to spill your secrets.

Most importantly, you finally process the presence beside you. The main sound source of breathing.

Min Yoongi.

When you look at him, he's already staring at you. It reminds you of that certain night once again. Come to think of it, the situation you both are in is similar. It's night time again.

"What are you doing here?" It's you who breaks the silence. Your voice is slightly hoarse so you clear your throat.

"I could ask you the same." Yoongi shrugs. He leans on his desk, propping his elbow and resting his chin on his palm.

"I fell asleep," you merely say.

"I figured," he replies. "But you slept through your classes? Even after it ended?Huh, I never took you for a deep sleeper."

"It's because of the weather." You grit your teeth, starting to feel annoyed at the exchange you're having with your nemesis.

Your bitter tone, however, doesn't come unnoticed to Yoongi.

"Why are you grumpy? Shouldn't you feel better after a nap?"

"You could say that I woke up on the wrong side of my desk."

He lets out a laugh at your response, and you furrow your eyebrows and frown because your intention wasn't to make a joke.

"Is that your awkward way of flirting with me?" He gives you a coquettish smile.

Your face distorts into disgust. "You're ridiculous."

"What?" Yoongi tilts his head. "You said you woke up on the wrong side of your desk, which is the opposite of where I am. Do you think you would've been in a less sour mood if it was my face you saw first?"

You mentally kick yourself for being slow. Moreoever, you also curse lowly because your heart stopped beating for a fleeting moment.

You also can't contain your irritation any longer. You grimace, making your vexation perceivable to the boy who sat beside you.

"You're really getting on my nerves," you say. "This was your goal all along, right? To deter me away from focus. This was your grandmaster plan all along. To get ahead of me. Well, guess what?" You abruptly stand up from your chair, the furniture screeching against the floor. The eerie sound reverberates through the whole room yet Yoongi doesn't flinch.

"Congratulations, Yoongi," you seethe. "Congratulations for beating me! Did you have fun distracting me? Also, cut the crap, will you? You weren't here because you wanted to set a romantic mood, and maybe try again in making me fall for you, yes? No, you don't have to go through all that bullshit. Not at all. Because right now. Right here, I am giving you the full permission of mocking me! Tada! Isn't this fun? It's all going well for you, isn't it, hm?"

You were now leaning forward, your face right in front of him. You gathered that much of your confidence because you already knew it would be your last. Because the following days, you would probably be drooping in humilation.

However, Yoongi stays put in his seat, his eyes void of any emotion you could decipher. He only looks at you. The silence envelopes the both of you again, and you were losing every bit of patience you had left within you.

But the silence breaks as soon as you acknowledge it.

"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?"

Yoongi's question-declaration cuts you deep. Your breath hitches and you feel like someone had taken your lifeline.

"Wha—"

"You know," he speaks again. "For all the years I've known you, I always thought that even if we were in an apocalypse; if we were the last humans on earth, I would rather date a zombie that have myself associated with you. It was always easier that way, right?" He pauses, looking briefly at you before shifting his gaze at the silvery scenery outside. "It was easy... but now, it's difficult to think that way. Because in all my life, I have never even considered, thought about falling for you."

At the last word, his eyes meet yours and a thousand galaxies can be seen in his irises. You can see your own reflection in his eyes, unsaid words starting to spill out the more stars his eyes consumed.

"Your brutal words used to be my melodies, because whenever I hear you utter words of hatred at me, they become my symphonies. I was always satisfied having successfully gotten into your nerves. But now, they're like bullets to me. Your wicked words are curses to me. Whenever you express your loathe, they come across as daggers now. But they also bewitch me in some way, because I know that you don't vehemently hate anyone else as much as you hate me."

A soft wind kisses both of your skin, serving as the temporary rest between the overwhelming tension between you.

"But I can't help but think..." He moves from his seat, standing up from it and you are forced to stand properly as well.

He takes a step closer to you. "That maybe, just maybe, we are on the same boat."

"That maybe, the reason you're getting so worked up on me right now is because you feel the same way." Another step closer.

"That maybe, I'm not going insane. That this is all totally normal for me to feel." Another step closer.

The back of your knees hit the teacher's desk, and you yelp slightly at the familiar proximity of your bodies. The night of Christmas Eve haunts you back, but oddly, it doesn't asphyxiate you. Rather it dawns on you in a soothing manner, but also in a way that the weight of the world on your shoulders becomes a bit bearable.

The eventual arrives upon you and it hits you like a meteor plunging on the earth's surface, burying itself deep within the soil so that it becomes a part of the planet. Everything started to make sense to you at this very moment; why you cared so much about how well Yoongi did in every exam you took; why it seems that everything he does gets under your skin; why everything he says stuck to you the most, etching on your mind and it becomes a mantra in your head.

It had always been him. You had always loved that fucker, even more this moment of realization. And it terrifies you now more than anything. You wanted to incessantly succumb yourself under denial, but you knew you would only feel worse than you already are.

You can't push him away any longer, because the more you do, the more your world collapses, and sooner or later you will find yourself underneath the heap of rubble you created yourself. That no matter how vehement you scream for help, nobody will come to you.

But in the depths of your abyssal thoughts, you finally conjure the image of your worst enemy; the one who pulls you out of the demolished building; the one who embraces you and whisper you sweet nothings.

You unconsciously sought Yoongi in all seasons because he have always been the one who saw you; he's the cold wind that caresses your cheeks, the storm that torments you, the sunlight that blinds you, the water that pours on you so that you'll bloom.

And now, the autumn leaves that delicately descend on your palms, and you nuzzle your nose against his, the warmth emanating from him instilling in yours.

His lips ghost over yours, and he whispers, "Tell me to stop. And if you don't... I will take that as your indication that you're returning my feelings."

Yoongi's lips are soft when he brushes it against yours a few times before he presses deeper. His lips are sweet when you taste him the first time in your tongue. His kiss is deliberately and painfully slow but he fills you to the brim, taking in all of your cold breaths. His touch is gentle and tender, stroking the soft skin of your nape as he searches for an angle that can fully quench his desire for you.

It was nothing like you ever imagined, because you never did. Only in this moment, did you let your mind wander to dangerous territory. Your fantasies getting vivid as each second passed by as he drinks in your breathless exhales, strokes your hip lovingly.

Your eyes are still fluttered shut when the warmth of his mouth leaves yours, and you suddenly feel empty. When you open them, his beauty greets you and your eyes that once held fervid flames are extinguished into something much more gentle and fond.

That's all that it takes for Yoongi to know what you truly feel about him.

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The blanket of snow dissipates, replaced by the freshly-bloomed flowers, coating the once melancholic pavement. Flocks of birds fills the void, the leaves rustle, and the world seems a whole lot livelier than before.

Furthermore, you are much more in a state of tranquility.

Spring break arrives sooner than you expected, and you are once again free from the bars of school. Lately, however, you don't deem that place like a prison anymore. It had become much more bearable and breathable for you to step foot on it.

One, because being at the top doesn't matter to you anymore (partly because you had a recent discovery that you pretty much enjoyed being at the bottom, if you know what I mean). Two, because you decided that you're going to use your gift in a much more calmer way, where you won't have to stress too much about your grades, as long as you continue to do well in every aspect of your academic performance.

And three, because you look forward for the rendezvouses your boyfriend plans every single week day.

Stolen kisses in empty classrooms and janitors' closets, discreet hand-holdings in crowded public spaces such as the cafeteria, playful banters in the hallways to put on a show for everyone to see, the thrill of getting caught whenever things got a little bit too heated between the two of you in the darkness of storage rooms.

Yeah, while everyone else still thinks you're each other's rivals, you two have a secret relationship taking place in the premises, right under their noses.

Yoongi and you had no problem about it at all. You two came into a mutual agreement that you were going to keep this rivalry thing going on only for the sake of the adrenaline rush pumping through both of your veins at the thought of your schoolmates possibly finding out what has been transpiring between the two of you.

You've never understood the meaning of love and hate until now. They are two emotions, not entirely the opposite of each other, but they belong to both sides of a coin. The coin wouldn't exist without the other. That's why you worry less about the future that awaits you, because it's Yoongi.

Yoongi had seen you in your worst and so did you had seen his. There's that fine line that exists between the both of you of love and hate, which is why you think that indifference is the opposite of love instead. Because with indifference, you don't give a damn about that person. That isn't the case for you at all on what you feel towards Yoongi.

He is the psychedelic drug you never want to stop drinking. It feels overwhelming at times, but you feel good. And you make sure to return the favor when the coin lands on your side.

Once again, he pulls you out of your reverie, intertwining his fingers with yours. He keeps your hands in the pocket of his coat, while you blush underneath his stare. He walks ahead slightly, pulling you along with him. You don't know where he'll take you on your umpteenth date, but you let him do as he pleases to you.

Yeah, this feels all right.

Maybe, you don't mind him being at the top at all. As long as it was always you who follows behind him.

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thedoctorsthings · 5 months

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Power to the King teaser

summary: in the capital city of a small Nordic kingdom in the 10th century the king is slowly descending into madness. His wife recently died and he remarries. His sons Yoongi and Jungkook desperately try to keep his destructive tendencies in control while dealing with their own destructive romances.

featuring: crown prince Yoongi, second born prince Jungkook, royal guards Hoseok and Namjoon, druids Taehyung and Seokjin and farmer boy Jimin.

this series will be 7 parts divided into chapters. One part for each member. We'll follow them into their journey of meeting the love of their lives in a 10th century viking settlement. beneath you'll find the trope of each story

Jungkook: Prince x chambermaid (forbidden romance)

Taehyung: Druid x forest nymph (friends to lovers)

Jimin: farmer boy x princess (forbidden romance)

Namjoon: royal guard x barmaid (no idea what trope this is except for king being a destructive dick)

Hoseok: royals guard x druid's apprentice (promised to another)

Yoongi: Crown prince x noble girl (forced marriage/enemies to lovers)

Seokjin: Druid x king's wife (forbidden love, my personal favourite)

disclaimers: angst, smut but only implied never explicitly described, historical inaccuracies (i'm not an expert and i don't have time to do excessive research), lot's of dramatic typical period drama stuff, people getting wounded, war, yearning etc

coming somewhere in february probably cuz i got exams now

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colormepurplex2 · 1 year

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Till Death Do Us Part | MYG

▻ Till Death Do Us Part ↳ Hitman Yoongi x Kidnapped f.Reader ⤜ Mafia/Arranged Marriage AU ⤜ Enemies/Lovers ⤜ Rating: MA 🔞 ⤜ WC: 41,132 ⤜ Summary: Marital bliss isn't always a guarantee, especially when you find yourself marrying into the family responsible for your own family's demise. Sometimes, marriage is just a game of kill or be killed. Even when there is love involved, bullets still hurt.

⚠️ This story contains violence, death, dub-con & non-con elements, heavy degradation, knifeplay, blood, and mild gore descriptions. Smut: breeding kink, sub/dom, restraints, biting/marking, oral. Virginity loss. Each chapter will have specific warnings listed.

Chapter 1: We End How We Began, Covered In Blood

Chapter 2: Enigmatic Decisions of The Heart

Chapter 3: Enemy of My Enemy Is My F̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶ Lover

Chapter 4: Epilogue: Body, Mind, & Soul

Story is complete.

Part of the Bangtan Writers HQ August 2022 “I Hate You, I Think” Writing Event.

Can also be found on: Ao3 | Wattpad

◅ Back to Master List ©️ 2022-08-30 ColorMePurplex2

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explicit-tae · 2 years

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welcome to my blog - my name's quae. this is my main blog. trivia-yandere is my yandere blog. my ao3 is explicit_tae warning: majority - if not all -of my writings will be considered nsfw and suitable for those 18+. they will (sometimes) contain graphic smut scenes, yandere/dark moments, etc. please do not translate, repost or use any of my writing without permission.

Ungodly Hour - Alternate Universe - Mommy Issues - Halloween - Valentine's Day - Cruel Intentions - Trivia-Yandere

Plaything: Your first year in South Korea was amazing. You got to live out your dream of being an English teacher at a private Academy. You’ve attended concerts from your favorite musicians and even acquainted yourself with new friends. But no good life last forever and now you find yourself jobless, homeless and living out of cheap motels. You’ve reached your last resort- becoming an Idol playmate. W.I.P

The Feeling of Being Stared At: You and your friends are targets of a masked killer who terrorizes each of you before they make their move on massacring. Your instincts tell you that the call is coming from inside the home, and maybe the killer is closer than you think. W.I.P

Insatiable Part 1: You noticed your Junior Year of High School that Kim Taehyung, Senior, didn’t like you. It didn’t get too far, however, just verbal teasing and taunts. But, now that you were a sophomore in University he decided he had enough. Maybe he was a changed man - or maybe because he seen that tight skirt you wore with those lace panties peaking through. completed

Insatiable Part 2: One thing for sure, Taehyung compelled you. You couldn't not think about him after your night in the woods. However, you also couldn't keep your mind off of your best friend, Jungkook, who gives you every reason not to. completed

Starring Role: Jungkook regrets introducing Jimin to your content. You're his favorite camgirl (and the only one he watches rigorously) and he would've never thought he would be head-to-head with his best friend. The contest? Win a night with you. completed

Public Enemy (Part 6/7): You’re a young doctor - an intern fresh out of medical school - and begin your career at the best Hospital in South Korea. You would’ve been swimming in student loan debt if it wasn’t for your boyfriend of 1 year, Shin, paying it off in full. You were shocked at the action and questioned where such money came from. You got you answer when your boyfriend himself comes rushing through the hospital doors with a bullet through him. completed

Public Enemy (Part 7 of 7): Your elder sister was not one to disappear. After quitting her job, she fought and worked hard for years in, you knew something was wrong - even when everyone insisted there wasn’t foul play involved. So, you go on your own investigation to find the truth of what just happened to your elder sister. completed

Contagious: An alternate world in which at the age of 25, your true soulmate is revealed. Some choose to defy the soulmate tie - but you refuse; especially when it’s revealed to be your sister's boyfriend. completed

Carnal Desire: The last person you expected to see was an ‘old friend’ from nearly a decade ago, but you’re determined to show the man that you’re no longer the little girl he use to know. One | Two | Three

Public Enemy (Part 5/7): You wonder where Hoseok goes off to when his work phone calls at all times of the day and night. It’s a bother - especially when the two of you are on a date. You suspect he’s cheating on you and decide one night to follow him and witness just where he scurries of to. completed

Bound: Jimin has tried everything in his power for you - one of his closest friends - to get laid. He realizes that your kinks don't match with just any man besides one; another friend of his - Jung Hoseok. You've met Hoseok many times and don't think your masochism can be satiated by someone as bright and sunny as him. completed

Moral Dilemma: Your morality is tested at a monthly family dinner that gets interrupted by two masked men. completed

Love You (Just A Little Too Much): You're brought down memory lane and come face to face with someone you've completely forgotten about. completed

Public Enemy (Part 3/7): Your life was going great. You’ve been promoted from police officer to detective - something you’ve worked hard for. Your first case was to solve a murder of a local drug dealer brought to the hospital who you suspect foul play from. completed

Forbidden Fruit - Kim Namjoon is a new professor at a local University that has all the girls swooning over him. He becomes entangled with one student - you being far too persistent for his own good. Professors are strictly forbidden to have any form of relationship with their students - but the forbidden fruit always tastes the best. completed

One Time Thing: Namjoon was the whole package - tall, dark hair with an amazing physique. Let's not forget the personality and the intelligence that was an added bonus. Too bad he was your friend's boyfriend - even if he did appear a little too infatuated with you. completed

Public Enemy (Part 2/7): After the sudden death of your boyfriend, Shin, of 2 years - by the hands of what you assume was a rival of his - you find yourself in deep shit. He assisted in paying your college tuition and other expenses you needed for school. Once the bill runs high and you’re threatened expulsion, you need money fast. Your decision to work as a camgirl wasn’t your first option, however, now it may be your only one. completed

Public Enemy (Part 4/7): You’ve been with your boyfriend, Shin, for 3 years. The relationship wasn’t perfect and the two of you butted heads often which resulted in him buying whatever designer items to get back in your good graces. For the last few months, you begin to notice a slip in his character and question just what he does when he isn’t with you. completed

Unusual Suspects: You were always told that the internet wasn't a safe space and to be careful who you were talking to. Namjoon, your crush of years, was someone you thought was a safe haven - until you realized he wasn't the man you adored but instead a catfish pretending to be him. Now, said catfish is determined to ruin your life and the life of your childhood best friend, Taehyung, for their own sick pleasure. completed

V-Day Special: You ask your ex - who you're still close with - if he's willing to come on your cam-show for a valentine's day special. completed

Nefarious [Prequel]: A look back in your and Jungkook’s relationship, prior to the marriage, kids and detachment. completed

Repent: Adventures of Jeon Jungkook and the new girl who attends the church retreat - and who is also determined to fuck him.

Sweet Serial Killer: The city is shaken up by the sudden murders going around - all by a man who claims he is doing so in the name of justice. People are divided - those who agree with the mysterious serial killer to do what the justice system has not; and those who disagree and want him captured and sent to prison. (Part 1 to Lethal Lovers) completed

Lethal Lovers: After finding out Jungkook is Yeonma, the vigilante serial killer that has the nation in a chokehold, he offers you a deal you refuse to turn down. (Part 2 to Sweet Serial Killer) completed

Public Enemy (Part 1/7): You don’t ask many questions when your boyfriend - a High School sweetheart of 4 years by the name of Shin - splurges his money on you and other luxuries. However, you know well enough that he works for one of the biggest mafia leaders of South Korea. completed

Cult: You've grown reclusive and naive to the world - your mother has sheltered you throughout your life. That was until you've grown of age and desire to see said world for what it was - through the eyes of 7 men - 1 in particular - who all claimed to be Gods of a new world. W.I.P

One Way or Another: You recant the horrible story of how you met Jeon Jungkook - a now ex-boyfriend of yours - to your therapist. You opened up about the obsessive and toxic behavior that has you constantly looking over your shoulder for the man you've been running from for years. One | Two

Peepshow: You were Jungkook's favorite person to watch when he was outside your window. This time, he's determined to have a closer look. completed

Lick Back: Realizing that your boyfriend has become a completely different person & being malicious towards you could only mean that he’s being nice to someone else. completed

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pascaloverx · 6 months

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Invisible Bonds: The Power of Destiny

Author's Note: This fanfic contains possible strong language and explores themes of unconventional love. The relationship between the protagonists will be handled with sensitivity, without explicit scenes.

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*pictures credits are not mine, credits belong to their owners

Chapter One

You woke up feeling discouraged, but with a hopeful feeling that things would get better. How could you not feel hopeful when the love of your life is about to marry an incredible woman?

"Darling, Taehyung called to let you know he'll be waiting for you at the beauty salon. He said you'd know which one. He also wanted to remind you that he remembered to pick up the tuxedo and the shoes. He asked you to call his friend about the wedding rings." Your mother shouted from downstairs, and you felt the urge to never leave your bed again. How could you be a bridesmaid in a wedding you theoretically should prevent? But then again, who are you to go against the dictates of destiny?

Your mother came to visit you this weekend because Taehyung considers her a second mother, and she's thrilled to see her heart's son getting married. She has already given up of the ideia of you getting married.

You shout back that you're already getting ready to meet the groom. Damn, you had forgotten to call Taehyung's childhood friend, Jungkook. You haven't met him in person, but you've heard the guys talk a lot about him. And by guys, you mean the college friends you met through Taehyung: Jin, Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jimin. The lilac dress that the bride has chosen for all the bridesmaids is so delicate that you feel like you shouldn't even take it out of the closet. You quickly slip into it and fix your hair within minutes. Why take your time when you're not the bride, right?

Finishing getting ready, you search for Jungkook's number on your phone. You wonder why you volunteered to help with this wedding and why, out of everyone, you ended up with the task of calling this guy. The phone rings and rings, but no one answers. When I call again, he finally picks up. His voice is hoarse; it feels like I just woke him up. Oops...

"There better be a good reason for calling me this early in the morning then..." He says in an almost rude tone. You wonder if there's a way to slap someone through the phone. Perhaps in the future, there will be.

"Good morning, Jungkook. I hate to break it to you, but as an adult, you should've been up hours ago. My name is (Y/N), and I'd like to know if the wedding rings and their bearer will be here on time for the wedding." You reply, trying to be as patient as possible, but honestly, you're furious. Always having to deal with other people's issues.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have a beautiful voice? Ever thought about becoming a singer or a voice actor?" He says while you can hear noises in the background, a woman murmuring something. He's too busy getting romantically involved with someone to remember to be a good friend, how wonderful.

"Instead of trying to flatter me, make sure you're here at the agreed time and with the rings. If you want to invite your company to come along, feel free. But know that if you mess something up today, I'll be your particular nightmare." You say as sternly as possible. You even slow down your speech in the last part to appear more intimidating.

"If this is your way of asking if I'll be accompanied today, the answer is no. As for the rest, I'll do exactly as you asked, if you promise to reward me at the end of the night." He says, trying to be seductive. You prefer to pretend you didn't hear that proposition.

"I'm sorry to burst your fantasies, but I don't plan on getting involved with anyone. You can pretend that I'm saving myself for my other half." You reply firmly, putting an end to any further advances.

"Believing in soulmates is for fools. I bet I can convince you otherwise at the wedding." You don't even know the guy, but you're already envious of his arrogance.

"Listen, I have things to do and can't waste time. I expect to see you in a few hours, appropriately dressed and with wedding rings in your pocket." You say firmly, ending the conversation and hanging up the phone.

You descend the stairs, seeing the table full of food that your mother is packing for you to freeze and eat during the week. You thank her and let her know you won't be able to have breakfast together. She says she doesn't want to inconvenience you, knowing that Taehyung needs you. You nod in agreement and give your mother a goodbye kiss. A few minutes later, you're finishing up the last details at the reception hall. Of course, you had already organized things at the church. Everything is going as planned. You arrive at the beauty salon where the bride and groom are getting their skin and hair done.

"I was starting to miss you. You look breathtaking." Taehyung says as he gets up from the chair where he was finishing his makeup. He looks so radiant, as if his smile could light up the world. It heals me even as it hurts. He isn't my soulmate; God knows he never thought of me romantically, but I simply love him.

"Look who's talking. Haewon is going to feel incredibly lucky when she sees you walking down the aisle like this. Although, she looks stunning. I sneakily peeked because I thought you'd want to know." You say as you adjust Taehyung's tie.

"I'm so nervous. It's worse than that time we were at a concert, and I got called up on stage to sing. I don't know how I'm going to walk down the aisle and wait for my future wife patiently." He says as you lock at each other. It's not romantic, but it's a moment of tenderness. After all, he is my best friend, and he's getting married.

""Taehyung, today you embark on a new chapter of your life, and I have no doubt that your love story with Haewon will be as magical as the bond that you guys already share. No nervousness in the world will ruin your moment." You say, trying to be as positive as possible.

"You always know what to say. I love you, you know that?" He says, hugging you.

"I love you too, now come on. We have a beautiful wedding waiting for you, and it's not nice to keep the bride waiting." You say as you send a message to the driver, letting them know Taehyung is ready to go. According to the schedule, Haewon will be making her grand entrance in about ten minutes.

The journey from the salon to the church takes about five minutes. Up until now, everything has been going perfectly. Right now, Taehyung is surrounded by friends and is nervous. Not because of the bride, but because Jungkook hasn't arrived yet. That idiot.

You knew you shouldn't have trusted him to get the rings. You can't believe he's going to mess everything up in the end. And just as you lose patience completely, Jungkook walks into the church. At least, you think he's Jungkook. I must admit he looks elegant, almost like he stepped out of a movie. He arrives with a smile, as if he's the main attraction.

And suddenly, you feel it—a suffocating sensation as if the air has been sucked out of the world. A pain in your chest so immense that it makes you stumble, clinging onto Taehyung for support. Then you notice Jungkook doesn't seem well either. Damn, this can only mean one thing. As your body collapses to the ground and your consciousness fades, amidst people shouting and lifting me to call for medical help, you feel something inside you that only soulmates feel for each other. You can't believe that out of all the people in the world, your other half is Jeon Jungkook.

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riaarivic · 1 year

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HATE 1: Omen (M) I MYG x F!reader

🌙 Pairings YoongixReader

🌙 Genres Mafia!AU, Smut, Angst, Action, Thriller, Enemies to lovers

🌙 Rating 18+ minors DNI

🌙 Summary You were an INTERPOL Agent assigned to infiltrate the depths of the most powerful Gang in South Korea: The Seven Moons. Your objective: to impersonate the daughter of one of their leaders and destroy the operation from within. That is, if they don't discover you first.

And Traitors won’t have the mercy of a quick death

🌙 Warnings For this chapter: mentions of death and vioence, foul language

🌙 Chapter wordcount 831

🌙 Series Index

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🌙 HATE 1: Omen 🌙

Heartbeat pulsing slow in my ears. Bump, bump, bump

You were running.

Running like a bat out of hell, darting across the rooftops of a hidden neighborhood within the heart of Seoul. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, propelling you forward as if the demos from your worst nightmares were snapping at your heels.

Don't look down, fuck.

You could hear your heartbeat in your ears and the footsteps of the men who were chasing yoy. They were getting closer to you at a speed greater than you could possibly run.

They were going to catch you.

Your heart pounded louder with each passing second, and the relentless footsteps of the men behind you grew ever closer. They were like shadows, ominously encroaching on your escape route. You couldn't help but think of how it all went down just a few minutes ago.

For a second you have to fight your brain’s urge to yell, "Parkour!" when you jump from the railings from a staircase to a rooftop – even though it would've been hilarious under different circumstances.

"Focus, Y/N," you muttered under your breath.

This was definitely not supposed to happen this way.

This wasn't how things were supposed to play out, and you knew it. Against your better judgment, your instincts, and the damn training you'd gone through, you'd made every wrong move that led you to this edge.

You knew your options were running out and you couldn't keep running forever.

Trying to escape with no avail. Jump, jump, jump.

The road was over.

The road ahead had run its course, leaving you with nothing but a drop of a hundred meters straight down to the Han River. Below it’s waters ran dark, icy and unforgiving.

If you fell, you would fall to a cold painful death.

And fuck, how you hated the cold.

You needed a plan, and you needed it fast, because right now your options were to end the day with a bullet to the head or be found gray and cold floating on the banks of the Han river by the police.

No, it wouldn't be a swift, merciful death.

"Traitors don't deserve the mercy of a quick death."

Those were the chilling words of the former leader of The Clan. Once they sounded like a cautionary tale, now they were a promise.

One last bad decision? Choose, you can't keep running.

You came to an abrupt halt and faced the men who had brought you to this.

The mission had failed. Your cover was blown.

"This is how you die, Y/N." you thought to yourself. You always knew you’d have a violent end. But never thought you would meet death by the hands of someone you loved.

That was the harsh truth. Everything that had the microscopic chance to not go as planned had gone up in flames, then gone wrong.

Like washing your hair the next day you bleached it - wrong.

Like stealing from your mom - wrong.

Like trying to put stilettos on a horse – wrong.

You get it, right?

Because now, you'd rather die to protect them.

The very people you were initially sent to destroy. The same people you were supposed to despise with every fiber of your being, all because you were an agent of the law, and they were criminals.

But that was then, and this is now.

Now, you were willing to make the ultimate sacrifice to buy more time and help them.

Now, you'd choose death over something happening to him.

No song affects me anymore. Crying out a silent cry

“Choose, die in his hands or in yours” again the voice in your head reminded you that you had no real choice anymore.

You dropped your weapon and raised your hands. His eyes remained cold, anger and pain swirling like a tempest in dark his irises. But the rest of his face remained inscrutable.

And he kept pointing his gun at you.

He took a step closer without breaking eye contact, the cold steel of his gun pressing against your temple. He removed the safety and eased off the trigger, not enough to fire.

His hands trembled.

For an instant, you saw your own emotions mirrored in his eyes.

Pure hatred.

Hatred for himself, hatred for you – for making him love you, then betraying him.

And something else that was enough to break you.

Sadness.

You could handle the scorching heat of his hate. Forever if necessary.

But couldn’t stand another second watching how a single cold tear ran down his cheek.

You didn’t deserve to break his heart.

"Do it, you have to." You whispered so softly you weren’t sure he heard you.

The thing was, you knew he didn't want to kill you; he simply couldn't.

And neither could his brothers.

But you had it coming. You'd shattered their trust, broken every rule and code. Betrayed all the oaths you'd sworn.

You broke your oath as an Interpol agent when you started lying to your team to protect them.

And then you broke your oath to them when you exposed their clan to the police.

You'd pledged allegiance to them, wearing their mark on your forearm. And you knew you could’t lie to yourself and say it was because of the mission.

"You have to... If he can't, you have to. It's the only way to keep them all safe." you thougts were frantic. But you knew there was no other way.

You took a step back, still locked in that intense stare, and in that brief moment, he realized your intentions.

You offered him one last smile, then let yourself plummet into the void.

Ocean with all light silenced, shut, yeah, yeah, yeah. My wandering feet held in a rut, yeah, yeah, yeah.

"No!" The anguished screams of the seven men echoed in your ears as you fell.

Their terrified faces would haunt your dreams for eternity.

"I hope you can forgive me." That was your last thought before you faded into darkness.

At what point had everything gone to hell?

When had the deepest hatred transformed into love?

And what was worse, the kind of love worth dying for.

Every noise and sound's been cut yeah, yeah, yeah. Killin' me now, killin' me now. Do you hear me yeah.

🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙 So, Hi. Hello How are you?

I decided I will translate this fic from my original language (Spanish) and post it from wattpad. This is a whole series and I will be changing a few things from the original plot; you can feel free to read it if you want to

Here: Odio || BTS || SUGA x OC x RM || MAFIA AU

I am very proud of this chapter btw 😅 And it feels kind of weird, because most of the times when I reread something i wrote in the past I feel the sudden urge of washing my eyes with bleach and erase it from the face of Eath, forever.

I’m kind of new to posting on Tumblr (Yeah, in 2023) so I will be editing in a while to make reading easier!! If you want to like and reblog that would be highly appreciated and thank You so much for your feedback!!

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vynmin · 1 year

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╰┈➤ Don't Fall in Love

CH2 - Blades and Band-aids

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ˏˋ°•\*⁀➷ Summary: A bright young girl witnesses her lover being killed by her very own brother. Nothing out of the ordinary for a family with too many connections with the wrong people. Now she locks herself away in her room refusing to talk to anyone in the family. Or she walks out to visit the corner store owned by the same old man to buy the only things she’ll eat nowadays when one day she has a fateful encounter with the old man’s grandson.

ꕥ Pairing - jungkook x fem.reader

ꕥ Genre - allegedly unrequited love, sloowww burn, lowkey enemies to lovers?,

ꕥ Warnings CH2! - bloody murder! (flashbacks/nightmares), blood, profanity, fighting, brief mention of drugs, graphic nightmares, panic attacks, self-harm, scars, (some interesting decision making I do not recommend)

ꕥ Word Count - 6.5k

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The bright lights illuminated the city streets as you made your way back longing to feel the comfort of the sanctuary. As you neared the house you saw how the amount of cars in the driveway were less than usual and how silent the house seemed even from the outside. Hoping no one would be home upon your entry back you hit the code entering the house. As you walked through the dark hall the light of a lamp flickered as a voice began to question,

“Where have you been all day?” Yoongi said, arching his eyebrow, still surprised you had left even your room let alone the house gates. Barely acknowledging the elder you shoved your hands in your pocket making your way upstairs when you were stopped again.

“I want to know for your safety you shouldn’t be out all day and coming back at this hour. You know it’s not safe for people like us.” He tried to reason as you scoffed, chuckling a bit at the claims he had just made.

“Yes I’m so scared for my safety when my brother killed my boyfriend. Or the fact that anyone close to me receives bribes to stay away from me. Yes, I am shaking in my boots at the thought of leaving this shit hole.” you taunted as he watched, taking the time to find his words wisely this time.

“That has nothing to do with this and you know it doesn't,” he said sternly clearing his throat to begin again,

“You won’t be leaving this house without guards whenever you feel like it because if you get your ass scoped I’ll be the one getting all the shit cause you wanted to take a trip to hell and not come back.” He said in a louder tone staring at you with those dark eyes you hated seeing paint his face. Knowing he was serious about his words you were just as determined to make sure his rules weren’t obeyed. Hoping you’d get under his skin just as much, you looked back at him just as sternly and gave your response,

“I’d love to see what could possibly stop me from leaving this shitshow you and him love calling a home.” you said turning to leave before stopping in your tracks once more,

“Oh and believe me I know the big guy won’t let me go down there till he decides to drag you down to hell too.” you said scrunching your face up in disgust while Yoongi only scoffed as you finally made your way up the stairs.

Watching a maid scurry out of one of the rooms on the second floor adjusting her apron and wiping her smudged lipstick you simply nodded before opening the sanctuary door leaving her frozen on the other side of the corridor.

As you closed the door behind you the nostalgic scent filled your nose as your mind drifted to all the memories the same room held. All the times he’d sneak through the now patched window and greet you with a passionate kiss all to stop you from scolding him over him sneaking in again as well as show his love for you. Or the times he’d bring something new for you two to “try” together knowing very well he was quite the expert and just wanted to teach you which was his way of showing his love. Helping you through things even if they were as silly as making crocheted bunnies.

What you loved most was the chemistry you two shared, the togetherness between you two even when not together, how you would always have him in mind and he would you too. When together whether in silence or in chaos there was always comfort and a loving aura that beamed when you two were together and the satisfaction that always came when everyone else around you both would notice it. Blinking out of your trance the blooming peace lily that you kept next to the shiny necklace with a blade that was the center of the design caught your eye and had you remembering you needed to water the plant. Although your drowsiness threatened to take over you reluctantly found a spray bottle and spritzed the plant as mist fell onto it. You couldn’t afford to let this plant die or any of them for that matter knowing that the guilt of letting him die already weighed down on your everyday life. The least you could do was keep him in your thoughts even though you couldn’t help but think even that was shameless and selfish of you. Knowing you didn’t deserve him after everything that had happened but the fact that you knew you’d always be too selfish to let him go always fed into your guilt.

Flopping onto the cold bed you let out a sigh rolling over to watch the moonlight that seeped through the sanctuary from the patched window. Drifting off to sleep you curled up becoming slightly overwhelmed at the thought of him being right next to you. Imagining the way you’d lay your head on his chest listening to the calming beat of his heart and how his soft hand that laid on your lower back would slowly pull you closer and closer to his warm body.

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Laughter erupting from the 1st level caused you to groan as you suddenly woke up sprawled out lazily on your bed. Rubbing your eyes, your mood had already turned slightly sour knowing that everyone you despised was downstairs going on with their daily “business”. Feeling around the nightstand for your phone you ultimately gave up almost falling out of the bed.

“Look at you waking up at a decent time in the morning.” Yoongi teased once again leaning on the door of the sanctuary. Eyes still more shut than open, you stood up to rush over to the door almost falling down as the room started to spin and seeing too many colors of the rainbow. Yoongi, watching you almost fall knitted his eyebrows seeing you barely catch yourself.

“You're not taking your pills again are you? They can’t be that hard to swallow.” Yoongi said, watching you sharply. Grabbing a hold of your head you tried pacing yourself as you walked slowly over to the elder.

“I’m not taking those shit filled pills.” You barked low still trying to take in your surroundings.

“Those shit filled pills are what keep you from walking like a drunkard. You barely eat either which just makes things worse.” He said mostly to himself, straightening his stance at the door. Finally facing the elder you watched the concern plastered on his face that made your blood boil.

“Does taking a pill really affect anything going on down there?”

“Y/N-”

“You could probably sell those pills if you're looking for consumers so much.” You taunted turning on your heel. Clearing his throat the boy begin to speak again,

“Anyways I came here to revisit what we talked about yesterday. If you wanna leave the house, fine by me but with guards.” He spoke in that soft but stern voice most common with you nowadays. To that you chuckled, shaking your head as his eyebrows furrowed again.

“Y/N I’m serious it's not saf-”

“And I seriously don’t care.” You said roughly cutting off the elder who huffed loudly showing his frustration.

“God what would you do anyways lock me up in this chicken coop?” You continued laughing at your own scenarios. Walking up to the boy he stepped back now outside of the sanctuary as you gripped the door.

“Oh and don't forget the windows wouldn’t want me to get out now would we?” Letting your laughter settle as you let the door shut in Yoongi’s face. Leaving the boy in shock he crossed his arms now lost in deep thought until he was interrupted by calls from the 1st level.

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You had never regretted bullshitting the way you did this morning more than ever. In your defense you didn’t think he’d actually follow through with your jokes, you were just teasing. But here you were now staring at the wooden planks that were nailed to the windows on the 1st level and the door that was locked from the outside with a different pin.

“Damn windows.” You murmured as one of the two guards sitting on the couches walked up to you.

“Ms. Y/N is there anywhere you would like to go, we would be glad to accompany you.” He offered a little too enthusiastic for your liking yet you felt slight guilt for insulting him the day prior.

“No that would be quite all right thank you, Yoongi does have some interesting ways of showing lessons. I'll just have to find some interesting solutions.” You said smiling widely up at the guard who laughed nervously scratching his nape as he looked back to the other guard. Letting his nervousness be your queue to leave you turned, letting that fake smile of yours drop as you headed up to the sanctuary.

Finding a way to leave the house wouldn’t be easy knowing how stubborn and calculated the elder was but it wasn’t something you couldn’t handle. Walking back down you begged for the two guards to buy you some made up feminine product from the stores and as they left you cursed in frustration not seeing the pin. Huffing you now walked back and forth amongst the windows that were nailed shut. Knowing there wouldn’t be anything you could do, you again walked up to the sanctuary slamming the door. Your eyes landed on the patched window as your thoughts began to run. Examining the window and looking down at the low and freshly cut grass you smiled,

“You fucking lunatic.” You said to yourself as you opened the rusty window resting your foot on the bottom. Wanting to chicken out judging by the fact you’d be jumping from the second floor you heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.

You were now right outside the sanctuary standing on the ledge as you stared in closing the patched window. Staring at the green grass knowing those two idiots would come up any second you closed your eyes and jumped. Your body hitting the grass with a thud you rolled straight into the green bushes as you repeatedly cursed. Spitting the grass out of your mouth you groaned getting up and out of the bushes. Walking against the house you watched the two men bicker as they walked towards the house.

“How was I supposed to know what a coochie controller was? I even asked around and just got weird looks that one lady slapped me with her bag!” The guard whined as you stifled your laughter nearing the front of the house.

Waiting for them to enter the house you jumped the black gates and rested your head against the gates breathing heavily. Looking around you just to be safe seeing the road seemed pretty empty you shoved your hands in your loose pockets and skipped along the streets disappearing into the busy city.

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The old man hummed an old korean trot as he dusted down the tables and benches outside the corner store. Not many customers on the sunny sunday as school students were the most popular but some would still come and go. Walking around the streets in a haze you almost flinched when you saw the old man as you walked with your head down not wanting to converse yet again.

Of course he just had to use his old instincts because once you tried walking away he called from behind.

“Y/N-ie is that you?” He said, watching your figure from behind with wide eyes. Thinking that you could keep walking was quite the tempting option but you sighed turning to face the old man with a smile.

“Yes it’s me Mr. Li, I didn't see you there.” You said politely grinning as you took in the old man’s features. How his old age somehow enhanced the softness that was always on his face even from when you were younger. He smiled back, setting the rag on the bench as you walked closer to the shop.

“It better have been that, thought you were ignoring me.” He said smirking lightly as the guilt settled in your smile thinned as you questioned,

“Mr. Li why would you think that?” eyebrows knitted as he chuckled softly.

“You know I haven’t seen you in awhile Y/N-ie and stop calling me Mr.Li before I call you Bubbles again.” He said pouting as you almost choked hearing that ridiculous nickname that you just couldn’t escape.

“Yah Lili let’s be mature you know it was a one time thing.” You said biting your cheek refusing to look at the old man as he erupted with laughter.

“The puddle of soaps you slipped in cause you wanted to perfect your science volcano caused me a lot of money brat. Poor Yoongi got a head full of glittery soap too.”

Looking back at your youngerself’s desire to be good at everything you shook your head trying not to cringe too much.

“How is Yoongi? I don't see too much of him these days either, especially after you forced him to stop walking you down here. “ He smiled at the fond memories he had of your loving older brother who was just a little too overprotective. You replied dryly with a simple “He’s good” half lying your way through the question.

“Ah and Minho how is he you two still together you know that boy was always my favorite he was so modest and kin-”

“He moved away last year; he wasn't well and had to move to the States.” you cut Mr.Li off not wanting to stay on the topic of him too long before you cried in front of the old man. His gaze softened seeing how your whole demeanor had changed. Meeting his gaze you saw his expression, the pity in his eyes and how silent he was and you immediately regretted even coming here.

“I'm sorry I hope he’s doing better I know how much you loved that boy-”

“Halbeoji, the suppliers aren’t here. It's past 12 and we can always reschedule.” The familiar raven haired boy said coming out of the store facing the old man.

“Jungkook-ah you're not going to that race, if that's your plan you’ll be waiting right here until they come. Yah and what did I tell you about interrupting conversations.” The old man scolded as the boy pouted looking over to find you standing watching him with bored eyes. He huffed, bowing as he muttered an apology to you that the old man slapped the back of his head for.

“Aish whenever you come here your manners always leave now don’t they. Y/N-ie this is my grandson Jungkook.” He said, pushing the boy's head down making him bow lightly while you nodded.

“Old man Li-”

“Ah ok sorry Jungkook this is Y/N a friend you could say, better Y/N-ie?” He said facing you with a cheeky smile as you bit your cheek, arms crossed as you burned with embarrassment.

Jungkook raised his head now facing you observing the contrast from the first time you two had met as he greeted you,

“Y/N it's nice to meet you even if it is the second time.” He said trying to ease your embarrassment to which he was met with a slight nod from you. The old man watched you both as he spoke now facing his grandson,

“Yah what are you still doing here go wait for those suppliers before I ship you back to your mother.” He threatened lightly as the boy groaned at his grandfather who shook his head. Before going back inside the boy gave you a small bow that you returned with a nod before walking back inside.

“That delinquent.” Old man Li muttered and smiled as he looked back at you before breaking into a coughing fit. Your faint smile dropped again as you watched with your eyebrows furrowed offering to get him water.

“No no ah it's just my age I’d probably choke on the water if I did take it.” He tried to joke as you grew more concerned.

“Y/N-ie don’t look at me like that I'm fine.” He smiled brightly, his heart melting knowing you were concerned even if you tried not to show it.

“Go to the doctor I’ll take if you don’t go. I'm warning you, you're old but you're so careless. Who’ll run the corner store if you don't hm?” You let out surprised you talked so informally while the elder walked up embracing you as you stood frozen.

“Y/N I'm fine, don't stress over an old man like me, I’ll go to the doctor if it’ll make you happy, ok?” he said, still smiling so brightly and you only wondered how he did it all the time.

Releasing you from the warm hug he walked in the store only to quickly come out with a bag of snacks that made you want to deny but he shoved the bag in your hands. Finally on your way back to the house you felt lighter, a way you hadn’t felt in a while. Not too surprised the old man always had a way with people from his smile to his way with words you were always jealous of.

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“How did she even leave the house with you two still here?” Yoongi barked from the first level as the two guards hung their heads down.

“Sir she wanted a product from the store and so we went ahead to buy the product.” One of the guards explained tripping on his words as he went on.

“What product?” Yoongi questioned looking over at the other guard who raised his head only to put it back down shaking it.

“Well- it was a feminine product that Ms. Y/N wanted-”

“What product was all I asked for?” Yoongi cut off the guard, growing impatient as the man sighed, bracing himself for Yoongi’s response.

“It was a um a well a co-”

“Coochie controller?” Your voice rang through the 1st level as you skipped downstairs. The man nodded and placed his head back down as Yoongi gritted his teeth. Watching as you grinned widely he dismissed the two guards with a “we’ll figure you two out later.”

“These are very sturdy aren’t they who put them up.” You questioned playing with one of the planks that covered the windows.

“So I try to compromise with you for your safety and you go ahead and trick other people and leave the house without telling anyone?!” He roared and you could feel his narrowed eyes burning in the back of your head. You turned slowly looking back at the elder who was running his hand through his black locks.

“The compromise didn’t fit my interest so why would I abide, and it's not trickery if they don’t have the mental capacity to think on their own.” You said calmly but your nonchalant persona only made Yoongi more angry with you.

“How did you leave?” Yoongi asked, seeming a little calmer than before.

“A magician never reveals their secrets but I’ll be willing to negotiate if it sparks my interest.” You pushed watching the elder rubbing his eyebrows in frustration.

“What exactly would that compromise be Y/N.”

“Well Yoongi, maybe we could start small like planks on the windows!” You suggested sarcastically as the boy only shook his head.

“Fine they aren’t so hard to take down anyways so how’d you get out?” He questioned listening carefully waiting for your response. Walking up to the boy and passing him as you made your way up the stairs you replied,

“A magician never reveals their secrets Yoongi,” you paused as Yoongi called your name in frustration.

“But, you might as well change the pin back to the first one; those guards are quite gullible.” you lied making your way up to the sanctuary.

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You sat on the fresh green grass gazing at the summer sky humming to the tune of the song you and Minho had just learned on guitar. Blushing simply thinking of the silly boy you dusted your white flowery dress making your way back into the house. As you made your way back up to your room you heard a faint crash come from the basement. Puzzled, you walked down, going closer and closer to the noise.

“HELP! HELP.” The awfully familiar voice yelled from one of the rooms on the farther side of the basement. You felt a pit grow in your stomach as you slowly made your way towards the door. You sighed, taking a deep breath before opening the door knowing it wouldn’t be anything good on the other side. Tied against a chair in a dull green room you could barely make out who was struggling to get out. Though they suddenly stopped looking up to see who it was that opened the door. In shock yourself all you wanted to do was vomit seeing him in this state. A bloody red nose, busted lip and swollen eyes but you’d recognize him in any state.

“M-Minho!” You practically screeched running over to him cupping his face in your hands.

“What happened what’s going on who did this to you how did this happ-”

“Y/N you need to leave now it’s not safe I’m fine.” Minho said cutting you off from all the frantic questions you were asking.

“No you need medical attention, we can leave, I can get you out of here.” You suggested as the worry started to overtake you, you worked on untying his hands as he struggled trying to reason the situation out with you.

“Minho tell me who did this even if I can’t help, I'll have Yoongi take care of it.” You pleaded as Minho rapidly shook his head, not even making eye-contact with you.

“If you don’t want to tell me then let’s leave your injuries, you need treatment and-“ You decided to grab his arm to lead him out of the dark room.

“Y/n, stop.” You cut you off once again now looking you directly in the eyes and you just knew something had gone terribly wrong. As he pulled his hand away you held onto him tightly as he struggled to get away from your grip.

“Y/n get away from him.” Yoongi called from the door leaving you to sigh in relief as Minho frantically pulled his arm away from you. Looking back at Minho you saw the way he gulped at Yoongi who stared him down with his dark narrowed orbs.

“Yoon help his injuries are getting worse and worse and I don’t know who locked him up in this room but we need to get out.” You said out of breath letting your thoughts just come out.

“Well this makes getting rid of him ten times easier.” Yoongi muttered getting closer to you and Minho keeping his eyes on Minho. Watching Yoongi pull the firearm out of his pocket you watched in confusion not knowing what your brother’s next move would be and that scared you.

“Y-Yoon what are you doing?”

“My job Y/n-ie now you need to go upstairs okay it’s much safer up there for you then here.” Yoongi said calmly, nearing you patting your head softly as you shook your head disobeying his request.

“No, no no Y-Y/n please you need to go upstairs it-“

“No I’m not leaving you unless you come up with me and I’m going to find out what happened.” You said grabbing a hold of Minho’s arm trying to pull him along towards the door when Yoongi stopped your motion shoving Minho to the ground. Near the boy you watched Yoongi pull the firearm aiming it at the boy when you pounced in front of the fire-arm as Yoongi yelled at your recklessness.

“You're not going to kill him, you can't, he's the only one Yoon stop this he didn’t do anything!” You tried pleading with the elder who only scoffed yelling for you to move out of the way while you only held onto Minho tighter trying to shield him with your whole body.

“Y/N MOVE AWAY FROM HIM NOW!” Yoongi barked, grabbing the side pistol he had tucked under his shirt leaving you and Minho to gasp as he pointed the gun straight at Minho.

“YOONGI PUT IT DOWN WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” You screeched as he stepped closer to you both keeping his gaze specifically on Minho.

“Y/n I’m only going to repeat myself one more time, go upstairs you don’t have any business in this.” Yoongi said, still glaring at Minho who laid there as well in complete silence.

“No I’m no-“

Your words were cut off by Yoongi who shoved you off of the boy now standing right above him and in front of you. You watched in complete silence as he cocked the gun back aiming it down at the boy. Hearing the gunshot you sat frozen as you let the first shot ring through your ear ignoring the other two that came after. Letting the third shot free you from the shock you pathetically crawled over to Minho who laid limp in a sea of blood.

“Mi-Min hey it’s me I - I got you the hospital I-isn’t far we still have time l-let’s go ok?” You babbled on as the shock of it all really started kicking as you saw your hands, his waist, the floor, and your white dress all covered in his blood.

“Y/n stop-

“N-no it’s fine really I can drive or we can get one of the better drivers as long as we ask nicely we should be fi-“

“Y/N stop it.” Minho cut you off going into a sudden coughing fit as you watched him cough up heaps of blood you swallowed still not wanting to accept the situation.

“What went wrong things were g-going to be so nice today for me and you it was going to be lovely don’t you think?” He said in almost a whisper as you nodded slowly as you were thinking about just the same thing and how guilty you felt now. Your thoughts were interrupted by the boy’s chuckling, your eyebrows knitted as you watched him run his hand down his waist passing his hand up and down the pool of blood.

“Do you see all of this Y/n?” The boy questioned keeping his gaze on his bloody hand to which you nodded slowly yet confused.

“Maybe if I hadn’t come today this wouldn’t have happened, don't you wonder about that?” He asked again and you only responded with a nod not quite following his thinking he then grabbed your face running his red hand over your cheek with a look you couldn’t (didn’t want to) described.

“If I hadn’t come here for you none of this would have happened you understand that too don’t you Y/n?” You gulped hearing the way he called your name with such disgust in it.

“B-but Min it wasn’t like you knew it was going to happen.” You tried to reason as he shook his head the more you went on.

“I’m bleeding here in this cold, dull room because of you, I’m on my death bed because of you, I can’t go home to my sister and the rest of my family because of you.” He spoke fast, getting louder and louder while you only shook your head trying to get your wrist out of his grip.

“Min it wasn’t me I didn’t know anything about this, I-I would never hurt you I love you.” You let out sounding so small and weak as he only held on tighter dragging you closer to him.

“You don’t kill the people you love Y/n-“

“No, no I didn’t do this Min I didn’t know I would never!” You screamed, shaking your head violently as he chanted the word murderer repeatedly.

“NO!” You screamed as you almost jumped out of the bed, hyperventilating you locked eyes with the necklace that laid near the peace lily you had watered earlier. Still breathing hard you got up from the bed, grabbed the necklace and rushed into the bathroom.

Staring at the necklace your thoughts, those thoughts started to fight and you knew you would lose but it wasn’t that you didn’t try to fight back. You always did but your fighting was never good enough, you were pathetically weak. Scrunching up the necklace so that only the accented part stuck out you rolled up your sleeves running your fingers across the warm flesh. Letting out a deep sigh you lined the small blade up as you thought back to what you just dreamed about, think about Minho gripping your wrist and holding it up. Running your hand up and down you bit down on your lip as you now let the blade run along your wrist. Letting the blood drip it soothed you in a way hoping even maybe that you reprimanding yourself would free you of your guilt and the anger of the past. Except, it never did, it wasn’t like you didn’t know things would end up like this every time but ignorance was so much sweeter than believing the truth.

Looking at yourself in the mirror those tired and dark eye bags that painted your face or your puffy nose and the pool of tears that accompanied them you saw how pathetic and helpless you looked. How it disgusted you and made you despise yourself even more than you thought to originally be possible. For some reason you laughed watching your face seeing how weak you look but as you looked down at the blood flowing out of your arms the laughter stopped and the pain started to take over. It was always like this. It's only fun for a minute, sometimes that minutes is longer but rarely is that the case and then the minute is over and you're left looking at the blood covering you and your sanctuary. The regret sinking in as you started breathing too fast running out of the room rushing over to your drawers. Throwing the contents on the shelves and in the drawers out frantically you looked for the ointments that were nowhere to be found until you looked over to the garbage can near your desk. Emptied and buried under white sheets of paper. Your breathing only got quicker and heavier as you rushed into the bathroom and just as quickly out being met with the blood in there as well.

Rushing down the stairs as quietly as possible you hurried over to the front door not even taking the thought of guards being near as you punched in the old pin praying Yoongi had fallen for your lies. A red error sign appeared on the tiny screen as you cursed your luck rushing back up the stairs.

“Think, think, think.” You said pacing around the sanctuary when you looked out of the patched window. Sighing you opened the window looking down at the same old low grass and the tall bushes you cringed jumping down. Rolling into the bushes you harshly shaked and groaned at the impact that felt a hundred times worse because of your current bleeding. Limping towards the front of the house you scanned for any guards before making your way over to the black gate.

Today of all days might have been the worst day for you to have that nightmare, for you to let your thoughts swallow you and to be impulsive at 11 o’clock at night. Thinking about all of Yoongi’s ways to scare you and make you stay at home, you thought about the stories he told you about him having business after 12. Jogging as fast as you could, you made your way to the corner store even though you probably shouldn’t have because all of your energy was drained and it made the bleeding worse. Feeling the blood hug your baggy clothes you cringed before limping into the corner store.

“Sorry were closin-“ The raven haired boy stopped in his tracks looking up to see you limping into the store. Getting up from his chair and throwing the car magazine he was reading to the side he walked around looking at you with knitted eyebrows.

“Y/n are you okay, is there anything I can get you?” He questioned as you tried to avoid speaking to him as you made your way over to an aisle. Looking around you were getting more agitated as your drowsiness and low energy fought to take over.

“You look a little out of it, it’s fine I can get you what you need and-“

“Jungkook I don’t need your hel-'' Curse your low iron because once you turned to face the boy the room just had to start spinning causing you to fall backwards. Awaiting your impact with the floor Jungkook had moved swiftly and caught you holding your back and wrist firmly.

“Easy, you're okay.” He said as he brought you up to stand watching you take in your surroundings again. Looking now at your wrist he frowned as he watched the blood trickle through the fabric and down to your hand.

“Y/n you're bleeding?” He stated yet confused of course of the how when you pulled your wrist away beginning to limp again down the aisle.

“It’s in your other arm too I can treat them for you-“

“I already told you, I don’t need your help Jungkook-“

“I don’t care about how or why you're bleeding because it’s none of my business and I can respect your privacy but you are bleeding in my store after hours which is something my grandpa would definitely kill me for. He seems to take a liking to so let’s do each other a solid?” The boy said as he walked up to you staring down at you with a faint smile. You scoffed walking out of the store only to stop and sit at one of the tables leaving Jungkook to only watch.

“Are you going to stop my bleeding or what?” You asked, growing impatient as the boy nodded, disappearing into one of the aisles to get what he would need. Quickly walking out with the needed materials he sat down across you laying them on the table. Gesturing for you to bring your arm you held on to your sleeve looking down before rolling up your sleeve and extending it to him. HIs gaze softened taking in the different scars that painted your arm in silence as you only looked away, taking away your arm rolling down the sleeve.

“Hey it’s ok don’t worry about it.” Jungkook said, holding out his hand waiting for your arm as you rolled your sleeve back up, extending your arm to him once again. Dipping the cloth into the ointment you looked at the brands that were foreign to you and wondered if they would hurt as much as the ones you normally used.

“Grandpa always used this ointment when I was little. He says it’s the best of the best.” Jungkook smiled, beginning to imitate his grandpa’s raspy voice. As he applied the ointment you winced in pain feeling the cold cloth hit your skin. Jungkook uttered soft “im sorrys” as he continued to dab the ointment over your cuts. With not much to do in the unwanted situation you paid attention to how focused and cautious he was applying the ointments. Thinking back to the first time you met the boy and how strange it is whenever you two run into each other, how you’re somehow always in need of help.

“Aaand done.” He said after passing the cloth against the last bloody cut which also stopped your thinking.

“Oh,” Jungkook said, turning over to his left rummaging through the box stifling his laughter before showing a selection of band-aids to you. You rolled your eyes looking at the different kiddy-like designs the boy laid out for you to pick from.

“I personally would take the Hello kitty one. She's quite popular nowadays.” The boy teased as you glared at him getting ready to leave when he took a hold of the tips of your fingers causing you to stop.

“They aren’t necessary, it's a waste of time and money.” You muttered pulling your fingers back when he moved to the end of the seat and closer to where you were standing.

“Just this once they’ll heal twice as fast. Please?” He almost begged looking up into your eyes as his dark orbs twinkled with some sort of innocence or in the way he held onto the tiny packs. Sighing you skimmed at the options and tapped on the spider man covered band-aids taking a seat once again.

“Quiet the fitting choice for a tough cookie huh?” He teased again, smiling brightly to counter the narrowing of your eyes towards him.

“Ok champ your all set.” The boy grinned letting go of your arm again now leaving you to roll your sleeves down as he walked back into the store. Nodding and shoving your hands into your pockets you turned facing the dark road. Before you had the chance to leave you were again stopped by the boy who called out your name while hurrying out of the shop causing you to sigh again as your drowsiness was at its peak.

Holding a small black bag to you, you looked down and back up letting your eyebrows show your confusion.

“Uh ointments just in case you need any.” He said scratching his nape with his free hand as you stood there feeling your pockets for any money when you were interrupted by the boy who took your hand softly and placed the black bag in your hand. Looking up at him to meet his dark orbs silence rung through the area leaving you both to just look back at each other.

“Right it’s pretty late, you should get home soon and safely.” He said letting go of your hand only to find the back of his neck again. Nodding your head slowly you shoved your hand back into your pocket turning to leave when you turned back to the boy giving him a small bow. Shaking his head slowly the boy waved walking back into the store after collecting the contents left on the table.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

After sneaking through the black gates and practically rock climbing the side of the house to land back into the sanctuary you let out a heavy sigh. Changing out of the stained sweater and into a fresh hoodie and shorts you noticed that the spider-man band-aid had peeled off probably when you took the sweater off. Grabbing the black bag you walked into the bathroom looking over to the mirror. Finding much more than ointments in the bag you bit your cheek looking at the hello kitty band-aids Jungkook threw in the bag. Opening the package you peeled the band-aid covering off and laid it where the Spider-Man band-aid previously was.

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Chapter 3

Author's Note➹: Hope chapter 2 is feeling much more lengthy and carries the volume I intended but here she is! I want to thank you guys for all the love and support you guys have been giving the series when it’s just gotten started. There was a slight delay with releasing chapter 2, so I ended up having to move the release day to Friday, but I hope the chapter was worth the wait. As always, any suggestions or ideas you guys have for the series or any future fics you want to read my asks are always open as well as comments! Let me know your hot takes on chapter 2 in the comments and I’ll see you guys in chapter 3! - ♡ Vynnie

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Carpool

You didn’t want to hate him , you didn’t want to have a weekly fight either. But when you’re in university and there is only one parking spot at your apartment building, it’s each person for themselves. Unfortunately this can’t last forever and every feud has an expiry, yours might just come from forced ride sharing.

A twist on there’s only one bed.

Yoongi x reader college au, enemies to lovers.

Buckle up.

Warnings: Injuries, mentions of non-consensual elements, language

A/N: My birthday gift to all of you on my birthday, ironic I know. I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Word count: 17k

You’re going to kill him. Jail will be worth it, you know it will. You bang on the door again. Your fist leaving a wet mark behind on the cheap wood. You’re freezing and dripping a puddle in the hallway. It’s pouring rain outside and after a very long day of disappointment all you want to do is curl up into a ball on the couch and watch Legally blonde. At least she has her life together unlike you, who nearly failed a test you studied so hard for. Not to mention that you almost missed a stupid assignment deadline. Ending up with you in the library for hours scrambling to finish and submit it on time. Thus, you can’t just curl up on your couch for two very distinct reasons. One being that it is much later than you wanted to come home, so you have to do responsible things like clean up the mess that is your apartment. And two is the reason why you’re soaking wet and banging on an apartment door that is not yours. You had to park two blocks away and walk all the way in the pouring rain. Your parking spot was once again taken by the stupid, bone headed, selfish, man currently sitting on his couch, waiting for just the right amount of time to pass to really piss you off. “Yoongi I swear to god if you do not open this door I will break it down.” You stomp your foot. You sound hysterical even to your own ears but right now you couldn’t care less. The neighbours don’t even bother to look out into the hallway anymore, too used to the fighting between you two. Finally, the door swings open to reveal the bane of your existence standing cockily in the doorway. His black fringe is hanging into his eyes, and he smugly push it away as he takes in your drenched form. “Princess, I see you’re quiet wet.” He smirks at you, folding his arms across his chest and leaning on the doorway. He’s dressed in all black sweats and honestly he looks very comfortable, in direct contrast to you, and as if on cue a freezing cold droplet runs down your back. You ignore the stupid innuendo and wipe the smug look off his face, not how you would like to by punching it off, but by pushing past him into his apartment. You refuse to have this fight in the hallway, again.

“O, please do come in.” He sarcastically replies. Your blood is boiling, and you barely hear the door close before you’re spinning around to face him.

His apartment looks the same as always, perfectly decorated, and clean. It makes you hate him even more.

You’ve known him for a while, and you wish you could say it’s been a pleasant experience but instead the way you became acquainted with the music major was anything but ideal.

Your stupid university decided that your apartment block’s parking was so conveniently close to the sport fields that the first team football players might as well just park there, while they build new parking for them. So subsequently a shortage of parking for the people actually living in the building arose.

You and Yoongi both moved in this year so unfortunately neither of you really knows who the one remaining parking spot belongs to. You like to believe that it has to be your apartment’s seeing as it is right outside your window. Yoongi however does not share the sentiment.

“So, what will it be this time? A cappuccino or a Latte?” Yoongi asks, his voice coming from the kitchen space, where he is currently standing with two cups in hand, eyebrow lifted.

“Hot chocolate please.” You snap back, as you cross your arms and impatiently tap your foot.

The drinks thing is a tradition that formed a while ago, after you both realised that the parking spot argument happened at least twice a week. You’ve tried going to the university board but unfortunately they didn’t really seem to care all that much as neither of you are part of any winning sports team.

In the beginning you tried to be civil and set up a roster, but you quickly realised that neither of your schedules were very compatible with that. Both of you being night owls didn’t help the situation, so you started going for alternative tactics or as your friends call it, sabotage.

It evolved from relatively harmless pranks like shaving cream on his windshield, and him throwing glitter in your exhaust pipe to more extreme things.

He parked you in right before a test and you out of spite didn’t move your car from the spot for weeks. It wasn’t until he had your car towed that you called a truce on the pranks and just decided that the weekly fights will have to be endured. Him being an absolute caffeine addict, and to your great displeasure being able to make great coffee, decided that if you are going to fight all the time he at least needs a drink to stay sane.

“I’m sorry I took the parking spot, I thought you had already left.” Yoongi sighs out, his hand holding an amazing cup of hot chocolate out to you, which you take with a roll of your eyes.

“Left to where? It’s pouring!” You state, irritation seeping into your bones along with the warmth of the drink. Now it’s his turn to roll his eyes.

“I don’t know maybe to one of the hundred parties you’re always going to, and then I park all the way at the other space, only for you to come Ubering in at three in the morning.” His voice isn’t raised with the accusation, he never raises his voice which only irks you more.

“O I’m sorry and all the times I’ve had to park two blocks away because you’ll be coming home late from the studio. Only to find out the next fucking morning you never did come home?” You throw back at him, trying to keep your voice as calm as his but not succeeding at all. You are so irritated, and your wet clothes and hair is starting to give you a headache.

Yoongi is ready to retort with probably another snappy comment when a ghostly groan cuts in, making you start and spill hot chocolate all over your hand. Great as if you need another bad thing today.

“Are you guys fighting again?” Namjoon asks, his head peaking over the back of the couch where he was probably taking a nap judging by his ruffled hair and red eyes. You in your rage completely overlooked the fact that Yoongi’s roommate might be here.

Namjoon is a year above Yoongi, and instead of music, his major is more botanically inclined. He spends most of his time in his greenhouse, doing god knows what. There are rumours however that he cooks up more than just petunias in there, and his calm and relaxed demeanour makes it all more believable. Nevertheless, whatever he is doing is working because he is one of the top students. Mix that with extra modules like math and physics he’s just very strange all around, except for his face, which is not strange but rather knee shakingly beautiful.

Namjoon surveys you and Yoongi. “Have you guys finally started dating?” He lifts his eyebrow at you both, who with the possibility of a groaning ghost, had jumped into each other’s arms, and in shock are still standing in the same position. He looks between you two and you follow Namjoon’s eyes from your face to Yoongi’s.

Upon realising how close you’re standing you push him away, with a little cough. His coffee comes sloshing out of his cup with the backwards movement. You have no idea how he managed to not spill it when he had jumped into the air.

“No, Joon we definitely did not start dating.” Yoongi groans, wiping the coffee from his shirt. “Like I would ever date her.” You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Yeah, believe me, that will never happen.” You can’t believe people keep suggesting that you and Yoongi should be together. His friends keep teasing him about it every time you come up in conversation, and yours are not much better on the subject either.

Unfortunately, the nature of your fights does nothing to deter them, as calling each other in rage and storming into each other’s apartment, is apparently the new way to hit on someone. To you, their conviction that Yoongi and you are secretly in love with each other seems more like a mom telling her preschool daughter that the boy who threw her with a rock likes her.

“O, well in that case Jungkook owes me money” Namjoon states casually not even trying to explain. You roll your eyes at him as he walks past you to the kitchen, but he doesn’t seem to see your face.

“Sorry for waking you Joon, you know how she is.” Yoongi says, quirking his head to you, looking at Namjoon who is now pouring cereal into a bowl. It takes a moment for your brain to register what the asshole next to you just said.

“How I am? Excuse me, as if you haven’t been fighting with me at all.” You huff, glaring daggers at the cocky bastard, “No? I guess you calling me in the middle of class just to shout at me is fine, is it?” It would be so easy to just slap him, you can’t help but feel an itch to do so.

“Please it wasn’t that bad.” He scoffs blowing the hair of his fringe from his face.

“Wasn’t that bad…” you stammer in disbelief. “You idiot I got kicked out, while we were doing test prep, I nearly failed.” You glare at him you don’t think you’ve ever really shown him any other facial expression.

“I called you to ask you why you weren’t fucking home when your car was in the spot.” He defends himself while throwing his hands up in the air.

He stares at you waiting for an answer. You reel to find a good one, so you don’t have to tell him you went straight to class from some guy’s house. So instead, you do the sensible thing, you lie.

“Well maybe if you had told me you were going to need it I wouldn’t have accepted the ride from my friend.” You retort, trying not to waver from his eye contact, knowing it will be suspicious, but clearly, it doesn’t work.

He scoffs “Your friend right, maybe you should carpool all the time with whoever you’re sleeping with and give me the parking spot.” He says, his eyes are narrowed at you, clearly irritated. You already have the reply on your tongue, the blush on your face rising with your anger.

“Wait.” Namjoon jumps in. He has been quietly watching you guys from behind the counter. Eating his cereal and following your argument with his eyes the way one would follow a tennis match.

“I have the best idea.” He states with a grin on his face. Both of your heads turn to Namjoon to hear this magical idea.

“Yoongi you’re completely correct,” he says as if you know what he’s talking about.

“I usually am, but about what this time?” Yoongi asks cockily and you have to resist the urge to gag. Namjoon just rolls his eyes, as if Yoongi is being incredibly stupid.

“You just said it.” You and Yoongi share a confused glance. Namjoon finally realising that you’re clearly idiots, explain his idea the way you would to a two-year-old, word for word and slowly.

“You two should carpool together.”

“Joon what the fuck are you talking about.” Yoongi exclaims and for once you actually agree with him.

“How can we carpool when our schedules don’t overlap at all?’ You ask irritated. You’re getting pretty tired of being in wet clothes, the urge to fight is gone and no matter how much you like Namjoon you honestly do not want to listen to stupid ideas right now.

“Listen I know it sounds weird but just hear me out okay?” He asks walking to stand in front of the couch and motioning impatiently for you both to sit down. After exchanging a look with Yoongi, you both follow his instructions.

Already expecting a fit from Yoongi for sitting on his too perfect couch with your wet clothes, you opt to sit on the armrest. You not so patiently wait for Namjoon, who is looking more and more like an evil genius ready to monologue his plan.

“Okay, so I know the roster didn’t work out, but what if you guys each get a week to park in the spot downstairs and then you switch.” His hands are flying around as he explains, gesturing with them, but you already see a flaw.

“Okay, but what if I need to go somewhere? Walking all the way to my car at night isn’t exactly safe.” You comment, but at your question, Namjoon’s smile only grows, he has to be crazy to think this stupid plan would actually work.

“Then the person whose car is in the parking spot has to drive you.” He states casually as if it is the most obvious thing in the world.

“Wait what!” You and Yoongi both exclaim at the same time. You have to drive each other around now? No way that’s happening. You look to Yoongi to see him in thought, he glances out of the corner of his eye at you and after a moment he nods. “Okay.” He states calmly, way too calmly for your liking.

“I’m sorry what? You can’t be serious.” You can’t believe he is agreeing, “We couldn’t even keep to a stupid roster, if you really think this will work then clearly you’ve been spending time in Namjoon’s greenhouse.” You look to the subject of your accusation who is only calmly watching you two from a chair he fell into, “No offence” you say to him, but he merely shrugs, a smile on his face, denying nothing.

Yoongi sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, clearly just as tired of you, as you are of him. “Look the year is almost over and next year the parking at the sports field will be done being built.”

He has a point but driving each other around still feels like a bad idea, but maybe, just maybe it can work out.

You internally laugh at yourself. “Okay fine,” You give in to Namjoon’s delight, “but under two conditions.” You smile evilly at Yoongi holding up two fingers. You’ll make sure, that if this is going to happen, it will work out in your favour.

“The person to call it off has to park in the far-away parking spot for the rest of the year and,” You pause putting one finger down and wait for him to cautiously nod, “You have to start.” You smile, and after a moment he smirks at you. That stupid smirk that you want to wipe off his face.

“Fine princess, you’re on.” He holds out his hand to you, to shake and make it official but you ignore it, jumping off of the couch and flipping your wet hair, splashing him with cold water droplets instead.

“Okay, then I’ll see you tomorrow morning at seven for my first class.” You give Namjoon a wave who returns it and quickly make your way out of the apartment not listening to Yoongi shouting after you as you close his front door in his face.

You suddenly feel much better. Your plan forms in your mind as you evil laugh once safe in your own apartment, the warm water of the shower washing away the cold. That parking spot will be yours. .

. “Morning sunshine” you sing-song, trying to pull the covers off of the grumpy man in the bed. “What the fuck are you doing in my room?” His morning voice is raspy, and he groans as he desperately holds onto the covers. “Namjoon let me in.” You state simply, shrugging and letting go of the covers, You instead move to the window, blackout curtains hanging in front of it. “I didn’t ask how you got into my room,” he spits out trying to untangle himself from the covers that sprang back over him. “I asked what you are doing here”. He demands finally sitting up, looking at you as if you just insulted his whole family. His hair is messy and face is a bit swollen from sleep. Overall, he looks entirely too much like a cat that was waken up from a nap.

You shake your head and instead of giving him an answer you pull open the curtains, letting the early morning light stream into the room.

Yoongi screeches shoving his face into the pillow to protect his eyes from the sun. You roll yours at his dramatics, you’d think he was about to die from the way he was moaning.

“Come on you have to take me to class,” you pull the covers off him, this time he doesn’t fight it. Groaning he peeks at you from where he is still face-planted into a pillow.

“You can miss one class.” He states turning his head away from you and the window.

“I cannot miss this class dipshit,” you cross your arms and tap your foot getting impatient. “Unlike you, I have grades to keep up.” You smirk at him, “unless you want to call the deal off?”

Yoongi groans again and finally sits up. “I hate you, you know that right?” He glares at you, before blinking in the bright sunlight staring at the window personally offended by its existence and yours.

Now that he’s sitting up and rubbing his hand over his face and through his hair you’re quite sure he won’t go back to sleep. So, turning on your heels you walk out the door, throwing a sentence over your shoulder at him.

“Get dressed or I’m going to be late.”

He throws quite a few curses after you, and you’re sure a few hand gestures to your back. You however just close the door, not giving in to your instinct to argue with him. You’re leaning on the door and looking at Namjoon who is laying on the couch, eating what looks like a brownie, and smirking at you.

“What Namjoon?”

“Nothing.” He keeps smiling though. Stuffing the rest of the brownie in his mouth, he stands up from the couch. Your eyes follow him as he walks to the kitchen counter, where three potted plants are standing. They seem to be some kinds of flowers, you’re not completely sure what they’re called though.

You’re just thinking to ask Namjoon when the door behind you swings open. You’re support gone you fall backwards. You’re about to fall into Yoongi’s chest where he is standing in the doorway.

You look at him in betrayal as he turns his body out of your way and a moment later you feel the hard unwelcoming wooden floor underneath you.

“Ouch.” You groan out, curling onto your side to get the pressure off the sore part of your back.

“Wow, princess you’re really falling for me hey?” he laughs as he merely steps over your body. You grumble after him. How dare he step out of the way? It would have been so easy just to catch you or even to just help you up off his bedroom floor.

“I hate you.” You grumble at him, as you try to stand up. “And stop calling me that!” You shout at him, clutching onto your head, you hit it harder than you thought. There is definitely a whole day headache waiting on you.

“I know” he smirks at you answering your first question, “and come on princess you’re going to be late, remember?” He opens the front door, giving you one last look before strolling out, his car keys spinning on his finger.

You huff again but walk to the door anyway, because he is right, you are going to be late, and you’re not going to back out of this class now.

Namjoon gives you a worried look as he gives you the bag you had thrown down when you came in.

“You okay?” his voice is genuinely concerned, and you give him a smile.

“I’m fine Joon, thank you.” He gives you one last smile before closing the door behind you.

Yoongi is already sitting in his car, waiting for you.

The rain from last night has left the ground filled with puddles and the air is chilly from the still looming heavy clouds hanging from the sky. You’re glad you decided to opt for comfort over cute today because the outfit you had planned would have left you with even more bruises than you already have.

You dodge the puddles, hoping over the last one almost falling on his stupid car, before finally yanking the door open and getting into the already heated up car. You’ve barely closed the door before he drives off.

“Where is your class?” he asks stopping at a red light. He hasn’t looked at you and this is the first time he’s spoken since you got in the car. You appreciate that, him not talking is about a thousand times better than when he speaks.

You sigh. “Just drop me off at the main gate.”

He scoffs. “Are you sure you don’t want a personal escort to your class, princess?” You roll your eyes at the way he sneers the last word. He’s being more grumpy than usual and you’re getting tired of it.

“Do you always attend your morning classes?” His voice is irritated. You look at him, glaring.

“Yes” Lies, you almost never attend them, but to get that parking spot you knew you had to hit Yoongi where it hurts, interrupting his sleep. So, to deter him from asking you any more questions, you turn your attention away from him, opting to look around.

You’ve never actually been in his car before, and you’re sorry to see it is just like his apartment, clean, perfectly organised, and even smells nice.

You look out of the window, before you get irritated again, sitting with your legs turned as far away from him as possible. The rain has started up again, a soft mist falling onto the university town.

You’ve been looking forward to university since high school, getting away from your stupid town and being able to start over has been an amazing experience and mostly you get along with everyone. Everyone but the man driving a bit too fast on the wet road for your liking.

You and Yoongi met at the beginning of the academic year. It was moving-in day and being able to move out of the university provided dorms and into the apartment building was an exciting and much-anticipated event. The building was still technically university-owned but now you could live alone and get away from the stupid rules of the dorms.

The way you had met Yoongi was straight out of a rom-com as your friends like to describe it. Maybe if a romcom ended with them hating each other. You also know now that everything that happened was probably just a way to get into your pants. Because, unlike you trying to keep your escapades discrete, the string of people always leaving his apartment at ungodly hours confirm the many rumours of his playboy habits.

You had been carrying boxes up to your room when the carpet tripped you, causing you to tumble down. You were caught however by an, what you then thought, unbelievably handsome man. His eyes had been kind as he righted you again, bending down to pick up the boxes that had flown from your hands.

You remember how you had squealed and giggled with your friends about how sweet he was to carry the boxes for you all the way to your apartment. About how he had introduced himself and put his number in your phone just in case you ever needed anything. It was about a week after that, that you had your first fight in the hallway.

The car comes to a halt outside the main gate, and you open the door to get out immediately. You want to thank him but when the car door swings closed he drives off. You glare at his car for a good few seconds before remembering how far the class actually is, and how little time you have to get there. Pulling the hood of your hoody up to defend yourself from the misty droplets, you quickly walk to the class.

Your phone is ringing, cutting through the quiet bedroom, and waking you with a groan. You roll over, your hair all over your face, and you try to push it away to be able to see the name that is flashing on the screen. Once your tired eyes finally make out the letters on the screen you groan again. You debate just letting it ring, but you’re pretty sure he would hold it against you, so you slide the green circle to the side and press the phone to your ear.

“Yes, what is it Yoongi?” Your voice is raspy as you whisper and it’s quite clear that you were sleeping. You push the hair out of your face fully now as if it will help you be more awake.

“I want you to come and get me.” He just states it, no asking or anything and it irks you.

“Yoongi I dropped you off and you said you’re going to be there the whole night.” You raise your voice just a bit not wanting to wake up the guy sleeping next to you. He throws his arm over you and sleeps on, oblivious to the conversation taking place.

“I know I said that but I want coffee, and the place I go to doesn’t deliver.” You roll your eyes and sigh, removing the guy’s arm from your waist you silently get up out of bed, the phone pressed between your shoulder and your chin.

“Yoongi I was kind of in the middle of something.” You cast a glance at the shirtless man while you try to find your clothes.

“I don’t care, come and get me unless you want to back out?” He clearly knows what he’s doing, and you are not going to give in that easily.

“Fine, I’m coming.” You whisper yell and hang up, pressing the red button with unnecessary force.

You clench your jaw and run your hand through your hair in frustration. You breathe in and out, suppressing all the murderous thoughts in your brain, and instead focus on finding your pants. You jiggle into them and with shoes in hand you walk to the front door.

It’s unlocked, you always tell them to keep the front door unlocked. You claim it’s because of claustrophobia but really you just want a way out if anything goes wrong. He didn’t wake up at all with your walking around, so you decide you’ll text him in the morning, or well later today seeing as it’s 2 am.

You reach your car in record time and you’re pulling away before you can second guess if the parking spot is really worth all this.

It became your week yesterday, and he has been on your case ever since. You thought you were bad, but he’s already driving you out of bed on the first day.

To be fair you were trying to be bad. You had him drop you off and pick you up for classes, you’ve never attended all your morning classes before, parties and even a chocolate run at midnight. He complained and glared, but he still bore it which you now see was probably because he was planning how he will torture you this week.

You bite your cuticle as you drive, your headlights illuminating the road and falling onto the reason for you being here, and missing morning after pancakes.

Yoongi pulls open the door and gets in before you’ve barely even stopped.

“The café is called Spring day.” No greeting, no nothing, just simply ordering you around. As if to make it any worse, the café he just ordered you to, is right down the block.

“You could have walked.” You are irritated and you know he is delighted to see you getting worked up.

“I wasn’t in the mood for walking.” He is looking at you out of the corner of his eye. “Sorry to drag you away from your plans.” He might be apologising but there is not an ounce of sincerity in his voice. In fact, he is being sarcastic, and it makes your jaw tick in frustration.

“You sound very sorry.” You snap at him, turning to him, ready to literally kick him out of your car. He however is smirking.

“Your shirt is on backwards.” Your eyes go wide, and you can’t help but blush as he raises an eyebrow at you. You hold his eye contact refusing to look away, he breaks it first, looking to the road in front and then back at you.

“Are you going to drive?” You sigh and turn, putting your hands on the steering wheel.

Like you said it’s only about a minute’s drive to Spring day café, so neither of you really has a chance to say anything more before the car is parked in front of the lit shop’s window. You didn’t even know it was open this late.

The sign on the door says otherwise, but Yoongi just waltzes in. You follow him cautiously, only to liven up when you see the familiar faces turn to you.

“Y/n what are you doing here?” Jimin is sitting on the coffee bar drinking something that doesn’t really look like coffee. He bounces off to come greet you, throwing an arm over your shoulder. You just smile at him.

“Yoongi wanted midnight coffee apparently.” You glare at the pale man now helping himself to the coffee makers, not caring about Jin, the owner, sitting at the counter.

Taehyung is sitting at a table with his feet on top of it, his chair rocking back in froth as he balances on it.

“Yoongi give the poor girl a break, clearly she was busy.” His eyes run over your shirt and you groan.

You forgot about that. You pout at Taehyung, sticking your arms back in the sleeves and turning the stupid shirt around.

“There, happy?” You cross your arms and Jimin laughs at you throwing his arm around your shoulder again. Taehyung gets up and joins him on your other side.

“Don’t pout, we’re on your side remember?” He smiles at Yoongi who is glaring at you three over his cup of coffee.

You met most of Yoongi’s friends through the occasions of storming into his apartment for fights. The first time they had stared at you open-mouthed, noodles halfway to their mouths. It took them about three seconds before they were introducing themselves, apparently already knowing who you were.

The only three you met by yourself are the two men who are now leading you to a barstool next to Jin and the youngest who isn’t here.

Jimin and Taehyung are in your English class. On the first day of class, they took it upon themselves to squish in next to you and talk the entire class. After that, they insisted on sitting next to you in every class. You couldn’t help but become friends with them. Their whispered comments turned from irritating to honestly very entertaining and funny.

The first time you saw them in Yoongi’s apartment you made a big dramatic deal about them betraying you by being on Yoongi’s side of the parking spot war. They in turn made a big dramatic deal to show you they were on your side. They even helped you throw a bag of glitter on Yoongi’s car, but of course, he doesn’t know that.

The youngest, Jungkook, you met one day when he was floating around campus completely confused and lost. You watched him walk around in circles for about ten minutes before you decided to take pity on him.

Turns out he was looking for a class on the other side of campus, so you walked with him to make sure he doesn’t get lost again. On the way, you came across Namjoon who apparently knew Jungkook from when he tutored him.

You left him in Namjoon’s care but afterwards when he was staring from the couch while you and Yoongi fought, and Namjoon ignoring it completely, he made a point to find you on campus, especially after he became friends with Jimin and Tae.

Jungkook never took a side though and instead follows Namjoon’s lead in teasing you. He also happens to be one of the biggest supporters of the whole, “Yoongi and y/n are actually madly in love with each other,” thing.

“Where is Namjoon and Jungkook?” You ask, opting for sitting on the counter rather than the stool.

“Namjoon is helping Jungkook study or something.” Hoseok is swirling around on his chair in circles, going faster and faster. Yoongi is next to him, watching him and finally reaching out a hand to stop his best friend from falling off of the spinning chair.

“More like Namjoon is dragging Jungkook along in the library, poor kid.” Jin comments. He looks tired and you feel a bit guilty for keeping him here so late, but then you realise you aren’t doing anything. Technically it’s the other guys' fault. You all do laugh at him, knowing that he is most likely telling the truth.

Jimin and Tae keep bothering you, telling you all about their week and everything they’ve been up to. Even some of the others join in however they all seem content to just listen to the two boys babble on. You are clutching your stomach sitting in Tae’s lap, where you fell into a few minutes ago, due to the aforementioned laughing when Yoongi, eyes narrowed gets up from his chair.

“Come on, I need to get back.” He looks at you. Waiting for you to spring into action but you just blink and stare at him.

“No, you can walk.” You turn your head away.

Everyone in the room is holding their breath already anticipating what is coming. Jungkook once told you that there is tension before you and Yoongi start fighting, almost like the air before a thunderstorm.

“O, I can walk?” Yoongi’s voice is cocky, and you hate it. “Where was that attitude when I had to drive you one block to the store at one in the morning to get you chocolate?”

You roll your eyes, getting up from Tae’s lap. He doesn’t even try to hold you back. “O because asking you to drive from the same fucking place is as inconvenient as calling me when you specifically said you’ll be here the entire night?”

Yoongi scoffs. Walking closer to you until it would only take one step before you’re toe to toe. “The deal was that we drive each other around whenever the other needs to remember princess?” His voice is so condescending you can almost feel hatred radiating off from him.

You won’t back down, not in front of everyone, and not to the bane of your existence. So, you take the step closer, you and Yoongi are chest to chest.

“You agreed to this deal first, you being an asshole isn’t making anyone’s life easier.” You poke him in the chest, getting your point across.

Yoongi looks at you, his eyebrow raised. “Let’s get one thing straight right now I’m not trying to make your life easier, I am trying to make my life easier, because I know you’ll give up, and then I won’t have to ever deal with you again.”

You’re eyes go wide for a moment, but his words don’t hurt, you don’t care. You’re trying to do the same thing. “Good, at least I know we feel the same. I won’t give up, but I will make your life a living hell, and when you give up, the real reward will be that I never have to see you again.”

You both stand there for another second, chest to chest, glaring at each other.

“Drive me back.” Yoongi says it word for word, empathising each one, not breaking eye contact.

“Get in the car.” You say in the same way, glaring at him, your faces are inches apart, and your eyes don’t move from each other, challenging one another. Hatred and dislike reflecting in each of them, the tension in the air that Jungkook talked about is growing, stifling you both until Jin finally clears his throat, and it disappears.

You blink and finally look away, turning to Taehyung and Jimin both staring at you, a smirkish look on both their faces.

“I’ll see you guys later,” you turn to the other two men, “Thank you Jin, see you Hobi.” You catch your car keys that Jimin threw, and storm to the door, yanking open your car door and already starting your car as soon as you close the door behind you.

Yoongi gets in a few minutes later, and you drive off, faster than you usually would to get the cocky ass out of your sight as soon as possible.

“Get out.” You sneer at him as soon as your car stops. He doesn’t protest, getting out and slamming your car door very hard. You flinch at the loud sound, rolling down your window, to yell at the retreating man’s back.

“Don’t slam my doors asshole.” He doesn’t answer just throws his middle finger back at you. You roll your eyes, deciding it's not worth it, and you drive back home.

The convenience of parking right in front of the door is enough to lighten your mood tremendously, and once in your apartment you realise how icky you feel, so before falling into your bed, you take an extremely very hot shower.

The shower doesn’t clear your head as much as it usually does. All you can keep thinking about is the idiotic man that you have to go pick up in a few hours. You used to think that maybe you could get along one day, maybe when you both have parking spots, but after what he said tonight clearly that won’t happen.

The fights and arguments since the carpool deal started have been becoming more intense. It hasn’t been this bad since when the arguing started. You feel that you and Yoongi have fallen into a routine of fighting and now that you’re forced into close proximity it is intensifying the irritation and hatred that have evolved between you two.

Your skin is still red when you get out of the shower. The cold air meets your body, cooling it down too fast for your liking. It is starting to get very cold and you’re sure the rain will turn into snow soon.

You originally wanted to spend your day catching up on some work, maybe cleaning your apartment, but now you know you’re just going to spend the day catching up on sleep, before once again facing the most infuriating man you think ever existed.

The pounding on your door is synchronising nicely with the throbbing in your head.

“Y/n, open up.” The pounding continues on the door and in your head. “You were supposed to come fetch me hours ago.” Yoongi’s voice carries through the apartment, and you flinch at his words.

He’s right, you were supposed to go fetch him. Today is your last day as driver and you couldn’t be more than glad to have a break from Yoongi’s never-ending calls. When he said he’s going to make you give up he wasn’t joking, and you’ve been struggling to not do so.

He has been calling you at all hours to drive him somewhere, and more than once he’s called you to go pick him up at someone else’s apartment. He comes strolling out, with lipstick marks all over his face and you have to try very hard to not gag at the sweet sickly stench of perfume that hangs around him.

The driving him around part you can manage, him calling you nonstop you can manage, you just scheme how you’ll retaliate next week. What you can’t manage however is the fact that he barely says a word other than giving you directions or orders. You would think you’d be happy with the silence and only talking when absolutely necessary, but it bothers you. Even when fighting with him he at least acknowledged your existence, now it just feels like you’re truly an Uber driver. The silence feels eerie, and you don’t like being seen only as a tool for him to get somewhere. You’re still a human being.

Speaking of you being a human being, all the driving around at all hours, and trying to study and get all your assignments done have been leaving one thing severely neglected. Yourself.

You haven’t slept more than two hours at a time the whole week, and today it finally caught up to you. You’ve been feeling a bit sick since yesterday, but you didn’t want to give Yoongi an excuse to twist it around, that your asking for a day off is you giving up. So, you didn’t say anything but when you finally got home after another one of Yoongi’s midnight coffee runs, Jin and Hobi knows your coffee order off by heart now, you literally collapsed onto the couch where you are still laying right now.

Yoongi keeps knocking on the door and it takes a good minute for you to drag your very sore and weak body up to open it. When you do, you see a very smug Yoongi, clearly ready to tell you that he wins.

“Princess, you do know that you not picking me up means that I… hey are you okay?” He trails off from his original speech, his smug look fading as his eyes roam over your very pale face and notice how you’re leaning on the doorway for support.

“Y/n are you sick?” He frowns. He sounds concerned and you really don’t feel up to pretending you’re not sick when you feel like you’ll fall over from a light breeze.

“Yeah.” Your voice is hoarse, and it hurts to talk, you can see his frown deepening.

“Sorry for not picking you up Yoongi.” You push yourself off of the doorframe, getting ready to just face defeat and retreat to your comfy bed, or couch rather, you don’t think you can make it to your bed.

As soon as you’re erect however your eyes go black for a moment, stars dance in the air and you feel yourself stumble. You’re righted by a hand on your shoulder. Your fuzzy eyes take a moment to return to normal and the head rush passes. You blink a few times before you’re able to focus again and when you do the sight that greets you is a strange one.

Yoongi is standing closer than before, his hands are on your shoulders, but the strangest thing is his face. You and Yoongi rarely see each other with any facial expression other than glaring, so to see Yoongi’s brows furrowed and his eyes wide moving all over your face in concern is not something you’ve ever seen before.

“Y/n, come on let’s get you inside.” His voice is softer than usual, not very different, you doubt a lot of people would be able to really tell you the difference, but you hear it, the softness, and you’re startled by it. So much so that you don’t resist when he drags you to the couch. You sit down on instinct, and he throws one of the blankets surrounding you over your shoulders.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” His voice is stern, and you glance up at him. It sounds like he wants to fight, and you cringe at the thought of having to spend so much energy on arguing right now, but he’s waiting for an answer, so you give it.

“I didn’t think you would really care about that.” You look at his face cautiously expecting to see the usual anger bubble up, and you can see it starting but he presses it down. Apparently, this morning is full of surprises. He bends down sitting on the coffee table in front of you.

“Y/n I know you see me as an asshole, but you should know, I’m not a monster.”

“Well, you certainly had me fooled this week, you barely talked.” You shoot back at him struggling to hide the pout, but you’re sick not dying so you succeed and this time you see he rises to the poking.

“Maybe I just wasn’t in the mood to fight, seeing as we clearly can’t even speak without fighting.” He stands up again, folding his arms.

“Well maybe if you acted less like a jerk then we wouldn’t have to fight all the time.” You counter. The pounding in your head is killing you and speaking is making your throat burn, him being here is only making it worse.

“Maybe I only act like a jerk because your personality brings out the worst in me.” He snaps, not raising his voice but sneering at you all the same. His words finally push you overboard.

“Listen here you asshole, you are the one that made me drive you around all night, so don’t blame your jerkiness on me you stupid ...” You push yourself up to be closer to his eye level before finishing the insulting names you plan to call him but immediately you feel the head rush again.

“Will you please for the love of all that is holy sit down.” He growls out and you frown at him, but once again you can’t argue, you really need to sit down, your head is spinning. “Now I am going to make you some tea, you’re going to drink it and sleep.”

“No,” you say glaring at him. He stares and sighs, pinching his nose bridge.

“Fine, be like that I’m only…”

“I want hot chocolate.”

Yoongi looks at you in surprise. “What did you say?”

You cross your arms and look him right in the eye. “I don’t want stupid tea. I want hot chocolate.”

Yoongi keeps staring at you for another moment, and you swear you can see a quirk of his mouth corner. He wants to laugh. But instead, he clears his throat and walks out of your front door. You stare in disbelief. He really just left.

You curse him out in your head. You were joking, kind of, mostly you were arguing just for arguing’s sake. You shake your head at the audacity and pull the blanket tightly around yourself. After a few minutes, you place your feet on the ground and prepare yourself to stand up when the door swings open, revealing Yoongi with a mug in each hand.

“I thought I told you to sit down?” He raises an eyebrow at you closing the door behind him as you sit back, secretly glad you didn’t have to stand up now.

Yoongi hands you one of the mugs, which you take to survey its content. You’re expecting the clear greenish liquid of tea, but you’re met with warm chocolatey goodness, two and a half marshmallows melting slowly on top. You look to where he is sitting in your one armchair.

“Hot chocolate.” You state.

“Hot chocolate.” He nods and you can’t help but give him a smile, probably one of the firsts ever.

He merely surveys you over the rim of his cup as he drinks. His hot chocolate is really the best you’ve ever tasted and combining that with the absolute exhaustion you’ve barely finished the cup before you’re sleeping soundly.

After that, things seem to shift a bit, not a lot, most people don’t even notice it except maybe Namjoon who according to Jimin upped his bet against Jungkook. You and Yoongi still argue but compared to the previous weeks it’s not nearly as heated and more importantly, after the chilly silence that shrouded you the arguing is a bit welcomed.

What does change however is the fact that you two actually talk, it’s not much but it feels completely different, even if most of the conversations still end up in an argument.

The arguments become less personal, of course, you still hate each other but after the olive branch that was the hot chocolate when you were sick, his company has become almost bearable to you, almost.

“Yoongi I want to go home.” You’re whining you know but you’re tipsy and tired. Your feet hurt from all the dancing and you’re glaring at the softly blurring form of the black-haired man who is driving.

“It’ll be quick” he retorts, he’s irritated, you can tell by the set of his jaw.

“Stopping at your studio is not quick it’s out of the way.” Your voice is drawling a bit and you roll down the window. The cold air helps the fogginess disappear and you focus on it so much that you barely realise you’ve stopped in front of the music department building. So much for winning the argument.

Yoongi turns to you while he rolls up the window. You turn around, your cheeks and nose red from the cold air and your eyes more alert than it’s been the whole drive here. He clears his throat to get your attention and your head snaps to him.

“Do you maybe want to…” he hesitates and looks away pulling out the keys from the ignition. You stare at him not sure what he is going to say but you are definitely not expecting him to say, “Do you want to come up with me?”

You think for a second before nodding. “Well, I don’t want to sit in the car.” He rolls his eyes and gets out of the car. You follow, a bit wonky on your sore feet still stuffed into the stupid high heels. You walk a bit behind him, letting him lead the way.

He invited you to his studio, he’s never done this before and when you step through the door you feel like you’re almost intruding. You’ve been in each other’s homes more times than you can count but his studio feels more personal, more intimate and you’re unsure what to make of it.

“You can sit down, I just need to transfer this file.” He states as he moves over to the computer, pushing his office chair to you. You sit down as he requested and take the opportunity to look around the room. The music majors can hire out a studio room for the year. Most people don’t go to the trouble, but Yoongi has fully made the space his own. The furniture is dark and the soundproof black sponge lining the walls darkens the space even more. The only light breaking the darkness is the blue LED strips running around his desk.

“Why did you put so much effort into your studio?” You wonder out loud. He looks at you over his shoulder, his profile illuminated by the computer screen and for a second you remember why you thought of him to be so handsome when you met him.

“What do you mean?” He asks, looking back at the screen and continuing what he was doing.

“I just mean, most people don’t put so much effort into a room you won’t be using for that long,” You spin around on the chair as you speak. “Most people just put effort into their apartments.”

“Well, I don’t like working at home.”

“Why not?” You ask without giving it much thought, you’re stopped from spinning more by a foot appearing on the seat. “Maybe because I am constantly disturbed at home by a certain someone.”

You glare ready to fight and defend yourself when you see his face. It’s not his usual arguing face, his one eyebrow is raised and there is a slight quirk to his mouth. You haven’t seen him looking like this, he looks playful.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” The reply slips out and you blame the past week of having conversations with him that had minimal arguing in them. You stare at him though, challenging him to say something snarky, but he merely laughs. You don’t know if it’s by accident but his foot on the seat next to you pulls the chair closer to him. You stare up at him, now almost against his body. He stares at you too, his eyes surveying your face.

“Of course, you don’t know.” He says it with a smirk, the joke continuing but you feel like the mood’s changed, like that static before your arguments. His eyes are stuck on your face, and he is leaning in slightly. You don’t know if you’re imagining it or if he’s also aware of it. You’re about to reply when a ding from the computer pulls his eyes away from your face and you feel able to breathe again.

He pulls the USB from the slot and walk past you after switching the computer off. “Come on princess or do you expect me to carry you down.” The snap is back in his voice, and you roll your eyes standing up and walking past him down the hall, not waiting for him.

He catches up quickly though, you’re still not able to walk properly because of your shoes.

“Why are you walking so god damn slow?” He snaps at you, falling into step beside you. You glare at him.

“My shoes are killing me, you might feel sorry for me if you had an ounce of sympathy for anyone.” You snap back, irritated at his change of behaviour, but comforted by the fact that whatever happened back there was just a moment of something stupid, nothing to think or wonder about.

“Right, I am so sorry princess that your poor feet are hurting,” His voice is high pitched, sarcasm dripping in it. You glare at him out the corner of your eye as he continues. “because of the stupid shoes you chose to wear.” His voice returns to normal, but the insane amount of sarcasm remains, and you scoff finally having had enough. You stop and rip the shoes from your feet, stomping out of the building all the way to the car.

You wait outside of the passenger’s side door for him to unlock the car. Your feet and body are freezing as you stand on the cold concrete. Yoongi comes waltzing out of the building a few seconds later, twirling the keys around his finger as he slowly descends the stairs. He could unlock the car from where he is but because he is an asshole he only unlocks it when he is at the driver’s door.

“Climb in princess.” Is the only thing he says as he gets in the car and if it was a warmer night you would have refused to do anything this infuriating man said to you. Unfortunately, it is not a warmer night, and your feet are turning red with cold. So reluctantly you get into the car just before he speeds off.

You ignore him the rest of the drive home, irritated and angry. The feeling is so easy to sink into, you almost feel bad, but then you look at his face, and the infuriating feeling takes over completely. He is just so frustrating, and it makes you want to scream sometimes.

The car stops in the parking spot, and you jump out as fast as you can. Walking into the building with your shoes in hand you completely ignore the man walking just behind you.

He stops at his door but doesn’t go in until he calls out with a giggling voice. “See you tomorrow for your class.” People are staring at you, you understand why, you’re walking shoes in hand in a party dress with your mortal enemy screaming about seeing you the next day.

You zap him without turning around and burst into your apartment, rage bubbling up. You fall onto the couch, pushing your face into a pillow and you let out a scream of frustration. The sound is muffled by the material, but you feel better after letting it all out.

Tonight has been a rollercoaster and for once it only applies to things happening after the party. The way he invited you into his studio, you’re sure that isn’t something that happens often. You play with the frills on the edges of the cushion. Maybe he was trying to be nice, maybe you should try to do the same. You roll onto your stomach and press your face into the cushion again at the thought. He was nice and polite and suddenly something happened that you will not think about. No, you will only think of how irritating he is with his stupid face and stupid smile. You scream again.

“Maybe we should pull over Yoongi.”

The rain is flooding the street and the wind is blowing so hard you’re scared the whole car will be blown away at any moment.

“It’s fine,” Yoongi scoffs rolling his eyes at you. You’re about to retort when the hail begins. With a glance at you, Yoongi sighs.

“Okay maybe just for a moment.” He pulls the car over under a tree. “I’m sure the storm will blow over soon.” He says wistfully, turning the ignition off.

“Yeah let’s hope so,” you stare out the window at the sheets of rain that keep assaulting the car.

It’s quiet, you two being quiet is nothing new, but usually, during the short drives you talk, but now, stuck with each other for who knows how long you’re not sure what to say. You don’t want to start a fight accidentaly by saying the wrong thing, because that will just make the situation worse seeing as neither of you have a place to storm away to. So instead of speaking, you look around the car searching for something polite to talk about.

“What is your favourite colour.” The question bursts from your mouth, and you bite your lip, cautiously looking at him to see his reaction. He stares at you in surprise before smiling and then he starts to laugh.

You stare at him now, your head tilted and your eyebrow raised at his weird reaction. His laughter bubbles down to a chuckle and he clears his throat when he realise how you’re looking at him.

“Sorry, it’s just you trying to make small talk is funny.” He tries to explain.

“Well, I’m sorry.” You scoff. You can’t believe him, you’re just trying to be polite at least.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” You give him a distrusting glare, but he continues. “I promise.” He turns to you, unbuckling his seatbelt to turn fully in his seat.

When he sees you’re not going to say anything further he tilts his head until he is in your sight.

“To answer your question.” he smiles lightly, “ My favourite colour is purple.”

You glance at him. “Mine too.”

“Really?” He pulls away a bit and he laughs, “ I didn’t know that.”

You glance at him again, before relaxing your posture. You turn a bit more towards him.

“We don’t really know a lot about each other.” You state. Thinking about it, it is strange, you spend so much time together, you technically share friends, and you are in each other’s homes often, and yet you know almost nothing about him.

“You’re right,” he sounds a bit surprised, “ well we have time, why don’t you tell me about yourself?”

You look at him fully now. He seems to be in a good mood, and you don’t think you’ll be able to handle the awkward silence the entire time. So why not get to know your nemesis just a bit.

“What do you want to know?” You ask cautiously, still not completely trusting that this isn't some prank.

“O uhm,” he thinks for a second. “ What are you studying?”

“Really?” You chuckle a bit, you have no idea why this is so funny, maybe because it is so foreign behaviour for you two.

“Yeah, you know what I study, but I have no idea what studying I’m always dragging you away from.” He smiles brightly at you, encouragingly. “Also I don’t think I’ve ever come across a major that has so many early morning classes.”

You chuckle. “English,” he tilts his head slightly, “I want to become a writer.” you explain as if to justify it. “I know it’s a stupid dream to have, but it’s been mine since childhood.”

“So no wanting to be a princess or actress?” he asks, his head still tilted.

You shake your head. “Nope, I’ve always wanted to write poetry.”

“Poetry,” he sounds surprised, leaning back a bit, and you just nod. He stares straight ahead of him, and you take that as the cue that the conversation is over so you turn back to the window, to look at the rain.

“I don’t think that is a stupid dream.” He says suddenly and you turn back to him.

“You don’t?” You don’t really believe him.

“Yeah, I mean, I’ve wanted to be a music producer since I was a child. How is that so much different than wanting to write poetry,” He turns his head to you while speaking. he smiles softly at you in reassurance. “If anything I think it’s amazing.”

You stare at him. No one has actually ever said that to you. Most people just act surprised and brush it off, not wanting to be the one to tell you how unrealistic it is. He looks sincere and it makes your heart clench a bit, you can feel a burning in your sinuses, but you swallow the tears away.

“ Thank you,” you whisper, afraid to speak too loudly and have your voice crack. He stares at you, not in surprise but with a soft stare, his eyes warm and you can’t believe he is directing that look at you.

You clear your throat, unbuckling your seat belt you turn your body fully, putting your feet on the seat and hug your knees to your chest leaning on the closed door.

“ How about your parents?” He frowns in confusion at your question.

“What about them?”

“Are they supportive of your dream?” You clarify.

“O,” his face turns into a gummy smile and you can’t help but stare at how pretty it makes him look. “Yeah, they are very supportive. My mom took me to music classes every week, and my dad helped me soundproof the guest bedroom to work in.” He smiles larger while he talks about his parents and all their help. “How about your parents?” he asks he looks genuinely curious.

“Uhm,” You try to figure out how to exactly say it. “They don’t really care for it.” You don’t look him in the eye. “They wanted me to be a lawyer. I applied here because of the amazing English program, and I got in on a tennis scholarship, so my parents didn’t have to pay.”

“Wait tennis?” He is shocked you can tell without even looking at him.

“Yeah I’m actually really good, but god Yoongi,” You turn back to him, “ I fucking hate tennis.” You chuckle out the words so glad to finally be able to say it to someone. He stares before he starts laughing, causing you to laugh harder.

You both just sit there laughing in the car, with the rain pouring down around you, and the wind blowing through the big old tree you’re parked under. You laugh until your stomach hurts.

“So I dropped it, with the excuse that my studies are too much.” you continue after you calmed down a bit. “But that means my parents have to pay my tuition now, so the deal is they keep paying if I keep getting good grades.” You finish kind of sadly, they really don’t support your choice of major and it has always hurt you.

“That’s why you are so anal about tyour grades?” Yoongi guesses, and he is right, so you just nod. He bites his lip in thought a moment.

“Well,” Yoongi takes your hand sensing how sad you really are about the subject, “You’re here now, and you’re doing what you love, and you seem to be balancing your studies with partying,” You roll your eyes at the teasing bit, “no but really you’re following your dreams, that’s a big win, and it makes you very brave for doing it.” he smiles reassuringly at you and you return it after a moment. His words actually do make you feel better and the weight of his hand around yours reassures you even more. He is right of course, you are studying what you want, and you are following your dreams, it is something to be happy about.

“Thank you Yoongi.” You squeeze his hand lightly in thanks.

“Don’t even mention it.” He squeezes back. “I’d like to read some of your poetry sometime, maybe they make good song lyrics too.”

“Really?” He nods at your question. You have thought about it in the past but overall you never actually tried writing songs, maybe you should try.

“Okay, maybe that’s where my true talent lies.” You chuckle.

“Hmmm,” Yoongi hums out, leaning back in his seat, looking at the rain that is a lot calmer now, the hail has also cleared up.

“ I guess we should get home?” He words it as a question, and you kind of want to say no, you realise with a shock you want to keep it like this. No arguing or snappy comments, just talking. But you doubt it could ever truly be like that, Yoongi has made it clear he can’t stand you and wants this deal to be over so that he can be rid of you. So instead you pull your hand away and nod.

He merely nods as well, the silence returns and he drives out from underneath the tree.

You stare at your hand. You already miss the warmth of his. You shake your head, you can’t feel that way, you’ll only get hurt.

You get out of the car as soon as it stops in the parking space. You don’t look back at the man following you to your floor, you don’t want to know how his face looks. Is he sad that you pulled away? Or is he relieved to be away from you?

You rush through your door, closing it tightly behind you. Resisting the urge to look at Yoongi. You sigh as you sit on the floor. What on earth just happened?

The music is loud and the cup in your hand is already empty again. You’re dancing chest to chest with one of your friends, you’re both screaming the words to the song playing. You came out with them tonight, Yoongi is going to some club with his friends leaving you to drive with yours.

Your brain is right on that edge of being tipsy and drunk and you revel in the feeling, all your responsibilities and worries melted away by the alcohol.

The next song comes on and taking that as your cue you scream to your friend that you’re going to the bathroom. She merely nods, drunker than you are and you leave the dancefloor heading up the stairs wonkily.

Your legs are struggling to move but somehow with a lot of concentration you make it all the way up.

You know the house well, having been to multiple parties here in the past. You walk to the bathroom. The door is open and the light illuminates the otherwise dark landing.

You’re halfway there when a voice calls your name, making you turn around, the action causing you to lose your balance but you’re righted by the arms gripping you tightly. You look up, the face that greets you is not the one you want to see. His face isn’t as pretty, his eyes not as perfect and there is no gummy smile adorning his mouth. Instead, the face belongs to the football captain. You had once found his face the epitome of attractiveness and due to that, you have hooked up a few times.

He helps you stand on your feet again, but his hands don’t release your waist and after a minute you push away from him.

“Hey, what are you doing?” He asks with a teasing edge to his voice, he’s always teasing, you used to like that as well.

You shake your head at him. “I’m a bit too drunk for this.”

You know what he wants, what he always wants but you do not feel sober enough to consent and honestly seeing him again now you’re having trouble pinpointing why you liked him so much.

“Ag no come on.” He pulls you against him again, this time with a bit more force, and you stumble, off-balance.

You shake your head, uncomfortable in his arms. “Why don’t we go somewhere a bit more private?” He whispers in your ear, and you can smell the alcohol on his breath.

You shake your head again, more sober than you were a moment ago, all your instincts flaring up.

“No, I really don’t want to.” You push him away again, this time walking past him as you do so. He however grabs your arm, your wrist being crushed as he drags you back.

“Come on, don’t be like that, I promise you’ll like it.” He is smiling at you, but it makes the hairs on your neck stand up.

“Let go, you’re hurting me.” You try to pull away, but he only holds on tighter, causing tears to spring to your eyes.

“Don’t be difficult Y/n.” He is tugging you further down the hall, his voice is impatient.

“Let go of me.” You try to release his grip on your arm by clawing at his hand, but it doesn’t budge.

Instead, he pushes you to the wall, groping your ass, and slamming your head against the wall painfully. Your arm is pressed above your head, as he leans in, smiling at you, surveying the way you’re struggling to getaway.

Your head is shaking from side to side as you kick and try to make him back off, but he is so much stronger than you, and when he grabs your face you can’t do anything at all.

“Just relax it’ll feel good if you do.” He whispers before pressing his lips onto yours and sticking his tongue down your throat.

His hand travels up your skirt and you try to push him away again, biting hard into his lip. The shock makes him release you and you run down the hall on wonky legs, but he grabs you again. He is outraged now and you’re shaking in his hold, tears streaming down your face.

You’re about to be dragged back again when a voice has both your heads swinging to the stairs.

“What’s going on here?” Your friend is looking from your teary face to his hand clenching your wrist.

“Nothing, just mind your own business.” Comes his authoritative voice, but you’re staring at your friend willing her to please help. She gets your signal because she steps closer.

“Y/n why don’t you come down with me, everyone is waiting.” She looks at him when saying those last words, and you almost cry from relief when he lets you go.

You don’t waste any time quickly walking down the stairs, your friend's arm around you guiding you down the steps.

As soon as you’re in the crowded room she turns to you, inspecting your face, frowning. “Are you okay?” she looks at your arm, but you pull it away, “Did he hurt you?” You merely shake your head, too stunned to speak, still in shock.

“Fucking bastard.” She says with a sneer, turning her head up to the landing, before turning back to your shaking form. “Do you want me to take you home?” Her face is soft and worried, and behind her you see her boyfriend waiting. You shake your head not wanting to inconvenience her.

“It’s okay, I have someone I can call for a lift.” Your voice is shaky, and she frowns.

“Are you sure? I can take you.” She insists but you shake your head again.

“I’ll be okay, I just want to go outside to call him.” She follows you out and stands a bit away keeping you in her eyesight but giving you your privacy.

Your fingers are shaky as you press the call button, Yoongi’s number being at the top of your recent calls. Voicemail greets you again and again as you keep trying. You stare at your phone for a moment before pushing the call button again.

“Hi, Y/n” his voice greets you, and you let out a small sob in relief, “y/n is everything alright?” he asks clearly concerned and you shake your head, taking a shaky breath in.

“Can you come pick me up please?”

Your friend waits with you until the car pulls up next to the curb. The driver gets out and walks over to you, his brow furrowing at your tear-stained face, mascara running down your cheeks. He gives you a hug when he’s close enough, and you let out little snivels into his chest.

“Thank you Jungkook.” You whisper but he clearly hears you because he pulls away, his hair in a bun and big eyes assessing you, but he doesn’t ask the questions burning on his tongue. You appreciate that, not sure you can talk about it now.

“Come on let me get you home okay?” You nod and he leads you to his car, opening the passenger door for you.

The drive back to your apartment is mostly quiet just filled with your snivelling once in a while and Jungkook’s worried stares. He turns to you fully when you’re stopped at a red light. The light is shining onto you both, giving the car a strange hellish look.Strangely appropriate.

“Y/n, are you okay?” You feel your bottom lip quivering again so you bite it. You can’t speak so you just nod your head.

“I don’t believe you. You’re stubborn but you never try to hide your emotions like this.” The red turns to green and he turns back to the road, the car moving again. He is much more serious than he usually is.

“I understand if you don’t want to tell me, and I’m glad you called me, I am, but I just want to know.” He looks at you before looking back to the road. “Why didn’t you call Yoongi?” He looks at you again, waiting for an answer, but you look out the window.

You wipe away a tear and take a breath in. For the first time since you called Jungkook, you say something.

“I tried.” You look down at your phone the time reading just past eleven. “He… he didn’t pick up.” Your voice cracks, but you swallow the tears down. You have to get a grip on yourself.

Jungkook sighs, “I’m sorry Y/n, he probably turned his phone off after they went to his apartment.”

He sounds very apologetic, but you can feel the numbness setting in now. Everything is drowned out but your brain catches onto something.

“They?” You look at Jungkook who is pulling up in front of your building. He starts and realises what he said, he gulps and avoids looking at you.

“Yoongi and a girl.” Jungkook cautiously looks at your expression, expecting to find rage there, that like always you’re going to storm in on Yoongi and fight with him and then you’ll calm down and probably have coffee.

He doesn’t find that, instead, your expression holds something far worse. Nothing. You don’t frown or cry or look mad at all, that scares him.

You feel the hurt mix into you along with the disgust and fear but it doesn’t rise at all. It doesn’t reach your eyes in the form of tears or your head in the form of rage. It just lies there, like everything dead and cold.

You thank Jungkook, an empty thank you, you want to hug him and tell him that you appreciate him so much, but instead, you can’t even muster a real smile for him.

The walk to your apartment is blurry and you don’t really register anything until Jungkook sets a cup of hot chocolate in front of you. He must have walked you up. He leaves after helping you put on a cardigan and saying that you can call him whenever you need something, anything.

You just stare at the black tv.

You’re fighting, trying to keep the emotions away. Jungkook was right, you never hideaway your emotions. You cry when you’re sad and express your anger and irritation. You don’t pretend nothing is wrong when something is. So now when your body is trying to protect you, it feels strange and some part of you is seeking the emotions. Trying to wake them up, digging through the darkness they borrowed into. Another part is fighting against it, hiding it deeper away, knowing that if you find them it might be too much. You are aware however that there are three distinct emotions hidden.

The first is fear, the fear of what could have happened if your friend didn’t find you in time. The fear that suffocated you when that creep had pinned you to the wall, how helpless you felt.

The second is guilt. You feel guilty that you ever put yourself in that situation. Guilty that you drank so much and maybe you shouldn’t have worn such a short dress.

The third is hurt. Hurt that the person you had spent the past few weeks with trying to drive each other crazy had actually left you. Hurt that clearly you haven’t been getting as close as you thought. Hurt that the few weeks making the fighting and hate of the past year melt away was only clear to you. Hurt that he didn’t care and hurt that you’re realising that you care too much.

You’re struggling to keep it all away, sitting on the couch not moving. Not touching the hot chocolate because you know it won’t taste as good as his.

There is a knock at your door and for the first time since you moved in you use the peephole, just to make sure who is on the other side. As if you summoned him by thinking of his hot chocolate, Yoongi is standing outside your door. By instinct when you see him you open it.

He looks out of breath. His eyes are worried but the rest of his appearance makes the hurt bubble a bit.

His hair looks ruffled as if someone had been tugging at it. His silk shirt was clearly thrown on in a haste, the buttons not lined up with the right holes.

You look at his face. His cheeks are a bit too pink, and his lips are swollen, and red. You’ve seen this look on too many men to know what it means and if you were able to feel right now you would be angry and sad.

“Y/n are you alright?” He is surveying your face, his eyes darting across it. “Jungkook called me, he said you asked him to take you home. That he…he was worried about you.” You just nod.

“I’m fine.” You get the sentence out without letting the emotions you’re starting to lose a grip on follow it.

“Are you sure? You don’t look fine.” He is standing closer, and you wish he wouldn’t, his presence is making it harder not to cry.

“I’m sure I’m fine Yoongi, just go.” Your hand is searching for the doorknob to close it. Yoongi follows your arm movement confused when suddenly he gasps.

“Y/n” he grabs your arm. At first, you think he is trying to stop you but you see he is looking at the purple bruised skin. Finger shapes clearly visible in the tender flesh.

You stare at it. Suddenly the hallway is dark and you’re being pulled away, your arm is pressed above your head, and you’re completely helpless.

“Let go.” You scream, and as soon as the words leave your mouth you’re back in the doorway of your apartment, Yoongi staring at you in shock, his hand dropping from your arm immediately.

“Y/n, who did this.” His words are laced with rage. “Y/n,” He takes a breath in trying to calm down, trying to not scare you, “please tell me who hurt you.” You shake your head, cradling your arm to your chest.

“It doesn’t matter alright, just leave me alone.” You can feel the tears coming, your lip trembling and your nose burning. Yoongi however doesn’t turn and leave, instead, he takes a small step forward.

“Y/n I don’t know what happened, but why don’t we go inside hmmm?” His brow is furrowed in worry. “Why don’t you let me take care of you?”

You stare at him. You really want to give in. You can see yourself fall into his arms, see him carry you to the couch and hold you as you cry, telling you it’s going to be okay as you tell him what happened. You so badly want to tell him what happened and have him chase away the badness. You want him to make you hot chocolate, his hot chocolate that always makes you feel alright. You want to give in.

You’re close to doing so when your eyes catch on his shirt again, the bruise on his neck and you swallow. He isn’t yours to be comforted by. So, you take a step back, back into your apartment, your hand on the door. He watches you, waiting for you to let him in. Instead, you shake your head.

“Leave me alone Yoongi.” He stares at you.

“Y/n please…”

“Leave me alone!” The tears are finally breaking from their bonds and you’re screaming again, your emotions found.

“I’m calling it off okay, this stupid deal, you can have the parking space, now just leave me alone and go back to whoever you were going to fuck tonight.” You swing the door closed.

The hurt that was written on his face now courses through you as everything breaks. Everything that happened, that could have happened and what didn’t happen.

You slide to the floor sobbing. The knocks at the door and your name being called, end only after a neighbour comes out to complain. When it does you return to the couch, picking up the cup of hot chocolate.

You sob again because you were right, it doesn’t taste anything like his.

Your boots crunch through the snow. The sidewalk is slippery and you walk carefully, trying not to fall. You’re almost at your apartment building. As you pass the empty parking spot you look away.

You haven’t spoken to Yoongi since that last fight when you called the deal off. You haven’t told anyone what happened that night, however, your friend with your permission did send in an anonymous complaint to the school board that is apparently being investigated. Your friend has also been very supportive and you have been working through everything over the past few weeks. However, you still feel guilty about how you screamed at Yoongi and in the same breath you also still feel hurt.

You know you have no reason to feel hurt, it’s not like you were in a relationship with him. He is free to do as he pleases, and yet you can’t shake the betrayed feeling, no matter how hard you try.

The parking spot was occupied by his car for a while but for the past few days, it has been completely empty. Your phone has also been ringing non-stop again.

The boys keep messaging and calling you, more intensely than before, but you have been ignoring them. You feel stupid for how you reacted but you’ve been feeling so numb you haven’t had the energy to deal with any of them. You have even been skipping classes you share with Jimin and Taehyung.

Eventually, they stopped but a few days ago they started up again. You almost want to answer and ask them why, but you don’t, you’re way too stubborn for that.

Yoongi however hasn’t called or messaged you once since that night and you understand why, but once again it hurts. You know you’re being just as stubborn as he is, and yet you feel like he messed up just as much as you have, he can at least try.

Your freezing hands struggle with the keys to your apartment. You hear a door open somewhere down the hall and instinctively you start moving faster, just in case it is Yoongi. You do not want to face him, you refuse to.

“Y/n?” You hear your name being called and you freeze, you hear hurried footsteps approach and you try harder to unlock your door. It swings open and you rush inside closing it.

A hand catch it just before it closes. You stare as it opens to reveal a frowning Namjoon.

“Why are you ignoring us?” He cuts straight to the point and you swallow guiltily. He steps into your apartment closing the door behind him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You go on the defence, feigning ignorance.

Namjoon scoffs crossing his arms. “Please Y/n don’t try and play dumb we have been trying to call you.”

“I must have missed your calls.” You remove your jacket and boots, trying to ignore his presence.

Namjoon grabs your phone from your jacket pocket. You forgot to remove it before taking the jacket off.

“Clearly.” He turns the phone to show the 40 missed calls from them, except Yoongi of course.

“Listen Namjoon I thought you got the message when I didn’t answer,” You cross your arms staring at him now. You’re getting irritated. “I don’t know why you have started up again so drastically.”

“Because…” He starts but you cut him off.

“Besides I don’t understand why you are trying to call me, Yoongi can do it himself.” You glare at Namjoon. You’re not used to glaring at him, it feels strange.

“We told him not to, to give you space,” Namjoon explains, and you frown for a second. If that’s true it makes sense why he didn’t call you beforehand, or why he hasn’t tried to visit. He takes what they say very seriously, you know that.

“Well, I still don’t understand why he can’t call now.” You argue, going back to glaring. If they all are so insistent to reach you now, why isn’t he part of them?

“Because..” Namjoon starts to answer but you interrupt him again.

“And for that matter, he lives five doors down, if you can come to visit me why can’t he?” You are angry now, not at Namjoon but at the stupid man who is probably at someone else’s house, doing god knows what. “And…”

“Y/n!” Namjoon interrupts you. You stare at him in shock. You’ve never heard Namjoon raise his voice, never mind at you.

“Just listen please,” He says in his normal calm tone. “There is a good explanation for all of this.”

You nod for him to continue, still a bit in shock at hearing Namjoon scream.

“The reason why we’ve been calling all the time, and he hasn’t is because, well,” Namjoon pauses as if to brace himself before continuing, “ Y/n Yoongi was in a car accident a few days ago. He hit the ice wrong and crashed into a tree.”

You gasp, eyes huge in shock. “What!” All anger at Yoongi flies out of your body and intense worry and guilt take over.

“Is he okay?”

“When did it happen?”

You assault Namjoon with questions. Your breathing is coming too quickly, and you can feel tears running down your face as all the possibilities of what could have happened run through you.

“Wow Y/n, breathe” Namjoon holds you by the shoulders leading you to the couch where you sit down, still hyperventilating. You feel a panic attack coming on and Namjoon senses it too.

“Hey, breathe with me okay.” You nod looking at him, “Deep breath in, and out.” You follow his breathing and soon you’re calming down, the tears lessen and your breaths come slower.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to react that way.” You sniff. Namjoon hands you a tissue, and you blow your nose.

“It’s okay,” He soothes you.

You look up at him, your eyes still shimmering with tears.

“Is he okay Joon?” You are scared to hear the answer.

“Yeah, he’s okay,” Namjoon nods.

“O thank god.” You let out a relieved and shaky breath.

“He is in the hospital though, he broke his arm, and bruised a couple of ribs,” Namjoon informs you.

You nod at the new information, glad that he isn’t hurt too badly.

“He’s been asking for you,” Your head shoots up, “ that’s why we have been trying to reach you.”

You stare at him for a second, your mind reeling. You try to sift through the mess that is your thoughts but as a collective, they all say the same thing before becoming a mess again. You should go see him.

“Can I go see him?” You ask timidly and Namjoon smiles, his eyes scrunching up.

“I’ll drive.”

The hospital room is full of whispers as you approach it. You’ve never been in this hospital before so Namjoon had to lead the way. You follow him cautiously into the room stopping in the doorway. Yoongi is asleep on the bed, the rest is sitting around the him, only Jin and Hobi is missing but you guess they’re at the cafe.

“Maybe I should try to call her again.” Jimin whispers.

“Jimin, maybe she just needs more time, you didn’t see her that night, she was so scared” Jungkook tries to deter him.

“Yeah but Yoongi hyung isn’t going to stop asking for her, so we should just keep trying,” Jimin replies.

“I don’t know if she’ll come Jimin, she’s even been avoiding us,” Taehyung interjects. “Jin and Hobi hyung says they haven’t seen her in the cafe for weeks.”

At this point, you feel it’s a good time to make your presence known so you clear your throat.

Everyone’s attention swivels to you, except Namjoon who is just gathering his jacket.

“Y/n you came?” Jimin sounds like he is unsure about it.

“Yeah, Namjoon found me and told me what happened.” You explain sheepishly, you shrink a bit under their stares. You’ve been ignoring them and they know that, they must think you’re an awful bitch.

“ I’m sorry,” you blurt it out, afraid that if you delay it you’ll chicken out. “I shouldn’t have ignored you, I was just going through a lot.” You move further into the room, before continuing, “I know it’s not an excuse, but…”

“Y/n, it's okay,” Jimin interrupts your rambling. You shut your mouth frowning at him, why do they all look so forgiving.

“Jungkook told us what happened,” Taehyung explains, but your frown deepens.

“I didn’t tell him what happened,” You stare at the boy in question. “How did you know?”

He gulps under your stare. “Well, I didn’t exactly know but when the accusations against that guy came out, we put two and two together.” He shrugs, waiting for your response.

Your mind reels, you feel embarrassed that they know, but truthfully you’re glad you don’t have to tell them what happened. But them knowing also means that the sleeping man on the bed probably knows as well.

“We’re sorry you had to go through that Y/n,” Namjoon says, comforting you, clearly speaking for them all because everyone nods, looking at you with sad eyes.

“Thanks,” You nod in acknowledgement, “ I”m uhm…working through it.” You bite your lip not really looking at them.

“Does he know?” you gesture with your head towards Yoongi. You look at them one by one while they shift uncomfortably.

“Yeah, we told him,” Jungkook confirms and you merely nod. You should have known they would tell him.

“ Yeah he was angry,” Namjoon reminisces, you frown at him, “ We had to stop him from hunting the guy down.”

“Really?” You tilt your head a bit to the side in confusion.

“O yeah, we had to save Namjoon’s bonsais because he was screaming and throwing everything around,” Taehyung informs you and your eyes go wide.

He screamed and threw things. You can’t believe it, in all the time you’ve known Yoongi he has never raised his voice, even when you were screaming at him, he never screamed back. You can’t even imagine it. You bite your lip in thought, looking at the sleeping man.

“Come on guys let’s give her some space,” Namjoon says to the other three, shepherding them out of the room. You give him a grateful smile. He nods, giving you one in return.

Now alone you sit in the seat closest to Yoongi. You stare at his face for a while. He has a nasty cut on his lip and his cheekbone is blossoming with blue and purple hues. Yet he is still the most handsome man you have ever seen. His arm is in a cast and a sling, and the IV is pushing into his hand as he holds it at an awkward angle. You carefully take his hand, moving it so that it’s flat in yours.

“ I’m sorry” You know he can’t hear you but you still feel like he should know. “ I’m sorry I yelled at you.” You stroke some of his fringe out of his face. “ I’m really glad you’re okay, and when you wake up you’ll probably be mad at me and I get that. But I just wanted you to know just in case I don’t get the chance to say it while we’re fighting.”

“ You’re wrong,” Yoongi grumbles out. Ironic that those will be the first words he says to you in weeks. “ I’m not mad.”

“Yoongi,” You gasp, “you’re awake.” He slowly opens his eyes, turning his face to you.

“Last time I checked yeah.” He smiles and you roll your eyes, but you can’t keep the smile off of your face.

“It is so like you,” You huff out, “ Going to the extreme to win an argument.”

“ Believe me this wasn’t my choice,” he retorts, “Besides this is technically your fault.”

You gasp. “Excuse me how is this my fault.” You can’t believe he is blaming you.

“Because it was your week.” He smiles, squeezing your hand, and you immediately relax.

“You are such an idiot.” You chuckle. He really is but seeing him again is making you regret ignoring him.

He sits up, flinching but refusing your help.

“ Y/n,” He is sitting fully up right now and you look at him.

“Hmm?” You hum showing him you’re listening.

“I’m sorry,” he is holding onto your hand tighter.

“For what?” You’re not being mean you’re genuinely not sure what he is apologising for.

“About a lot of things really.” He looks down at your hands. “ But mostly I’m sorry for not being there when you needed me to be. I hate myself for not picking up your call that night. an above all else I’m sorry you had to go through that.”He looks at you, his eyes are soft and begging for your forgiveness.

You swallow around a lump in your throat at the mention of that night. You’ve been wanting to hear this since then but now that you have, you realise you don’t really care that much.

“It’s okay,” You look away from him. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“ No, I do.” He swings his legs off of the bed so that he is sitting in front of you. The position reminds you vaguely of the one you were in, in his studio.

“Yoongi maybe you should lie down.” You don’t think it is healthy for his injuries to sit like this. You reach behind him to find a pillow so he can lie down again. But he ignores you

“ You know I really hated you.” You stop and stare at him.

“What?” You are very confused, about where he is trying to take this conversation.

“ Yeah I did, you were a pain in my ass, always storming into my apartment and fighting with me,” He continues, it sounds like the words are bubbling forth like he can’t stop them.

“ And when Namjoon purposed this carpool thing I accepted because I was sure I could get you to give up, and never have to see you again. And you tried the same thing. I cursed you every time I had to go drop you off at your stupid classes or when you called me away from something important, I hated you even more.” You huff and cross your arms, is he really just going to remind you about how much he hates you.

“ But then,” He’s been staring off into the distance but now he meets your eyes. “Something changed. I don’t know how, I can’t pinpoint when it happened but suddenly calling you to come and get me wasn’t purely because I wanted to irritate you. Suddenly it was a way to see you. Of course, I didn’t admit this to myself at the time.” He shakes his head. You're frozen under his gaze waiting to hear where this is going. Your heart is beating faster.

“I was stupid, I tried even harder to ignore you, and to fight you, to hate you. But you made it so hard.” He takes your hand again, intertwining your fingers this time. “ I kept trying to find the things that I used to despise you for, but it got harder and harder to find them. I found myself being jealous of the rest of the boys.” You quirk your eyebrow up at this, not understanding. “I was jealous about how easily you talked to them, I wanted you to tell all your stories to me too, I wanted you to be as casually touchy with me too, fall into my lap when you laugh too hard.”

He takes a breath, but when you try to say something he holds up his finger for you to wait. It’s clear he has been holding this in, and you’re honestly so entranced by him you don’t want to interrupt the story.

“ I tried to drown those thoughts out of my brain, but the more I learned about you the harder it became.” He is leaning in closer to you. “ and I do know you, y/n. I know you hate your tennis talent because your parents made you play it. I know you prefer exactly two and a half marshmallows in your hot chocolate and that you write every poem by hand because it feels more authentic to you. I know that when you're sick you become a huge baby and that you like the colour purple because you couldn’t decide between blue and pink when you were younger.”

He is just a few centimeters away from you now, your noses almost touching. Your eyes flicker down to his mouth. You can’t believe he caught onto all these small things. The static in the air is back and you wait for his last words, waiting for what he is going to do.

“I have been a fool Y/n,” he whispers the words, he’s so close you can feel the air on your lips. “but god I can’t keep kissing other people pretending that it’s you.”

He smashes his lips onto yours. You’re startled for a moment but then you melt into the kiss. He wants to pull away but you tangle your hands into his hair, pulling him closer. You feel him smile at your movements and he pulls you onto his lap.

He pulls away, flinching from the pain in his ribs, and you stare at him in concern before he chuckles a bit, stroking your cheek. He doesn’t give you time to speak before he is pulling you down and kissing you again, a soft kiss. You reposition yourself, straddling him.

You keep kissing him until you’re both out of air and even then when you pull away it is only a few centimeter. You can’t stop smiling, and you imagine you look just like him, grinning like an idiot, eyes sparkling.

“ I’m sorry I shouldn’t have just…”

You cut him off by placing a soft, quick kiss on his mouth.

“ I think you’ve apologised enough for one day.” You smile and he kisses the tip of your nose.

“You know you stole my speech,” You say, and he frowns. “ I was going to say the same but you had to go first didn’t you?”

“Is not, you’re lying.” He scoffs.

“ I am not lying.” You gasp.

“ You are.” He smiles.

“Is not.”

“Is too.”

“You’re an idiot.” You declare, pushing him on his non-hurt shoulder.

“Yeah,” he nods in agreement. “But now I’m your idiot.” He grins, pulling you closer, wrapping his arm around your waist as he stares up at you.

“Unfortunately.” You smile, leaning down.

“Hey, that’s mean.” He pouts and you melt. That is definitely a weapon he is going to use way too often now.

“ O hush and kiss me.” You say leaning down closer.

“With pleasure.” He smiles again before pressing his lips against yours. Your stomach explodes into butterflies. The first time you were shocked but now you can relish in the feeling of his lips on yours. They’re softer than you could imagine, and they mould perfectly with yours. You run your fingers through his slightly tangled hair. You lightly pull and he moans, causing you to chuckle into his mouth.

He pulls away, your noses touching, smiling goofily. He looks perfect with his eyes staring into yours, his chest heaving against yours slightly out of air and his lips swollen. You’re just about to kiss him again when you hear a loud gasp behind you.

“O my god.” You both look to the door, where Jungkook is standing with his jaw hanging open, before he groans.

“Fuck, I owe Namjoon 40 bucks.”

You and Yoongi look at each other a moment before you both burst out laughing.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed, please let me know any feedback that you may have, this is my first one shot so I hope it was okay. Please consider liking and commenting.

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