#yoongis face here is the funniest okay

[taechnological]

"umm do u like know the guys at the next table or something–?"

"don't mind them"

the guys at the next table:

#yoongis face here is the funniest okay #jungkook seven #jungkook #yoongi #txt #tomorrow x together #bts memes #han so hee #bts funny #bangtan #taechnological #bts #yeonjun #taehyun #choi yeonjun #kang taehyun

[mrs-monaghan]

well, i see that your blog is cock friendly, and even tho its a jikook blog, there is something that i think we should adress (i'm not saying that this could be a reason for jk's crush, im not saying it could not), but...

Namjoon's cock!!!!! I suare, if everything in that body is proporcional, you know, i mean YOU KNOW he is fucking big!

Oh anon I really wish you hadn't gone there.

Now we must talk about JK and his anti Minimoni agenda. We now need to delve into this and get to the root of the issue. We must!

Jimin's hand on RM's lap.

JK: 👀

Love it. Okay let's take a look at some photos, shall we? Jimin's type.

Oh wait, before we proceed, JK's crush on RM i have never thought of it as an actual true crush. I think its played of as such for laughs. But I think JK just really admired him for his talents and what not and I don't think JK is attracted to RM in the slightest. Not even a little bit. Imo.

Now back to Jimin's type. 😁

Number 1) Wonho

Number 2) Black interviewer

Number 3) Usher

Number 4) JB who is basically JK's doppelganger in some of his photos 😅

Number 5) Gonna casually drop Tony

And last but not least Number 6) The main topic:

Jimin has a type. Okay? He likes them muscles and them thick men and them hot men and them arms and chests...and thighs... anyway, Mimi has a type. And while none of the men above hold a candle to his actual boyfriend, you can see the similarities.

Jungtiddies. Check

Thighs. Check

Arms. Check

The whole damn body. Check

Where I'm I going with this you ask? In short what I'm trying to say is, RM is Jimin's type. My friends and I disected this the other day and concluded the JK Minimoni thing probably has something to do with the fact that RM is Jimin's type to a T. JK looks at RM and sees himself. And then add the fact that RM is a genius and JK's insecurity goes through the roof!

(And like anon mentioned, JK has that Jungkonda, yes but on this post I also share what RM is working with so.... like I said. JK & RM, same thing basically 😂)

See, yeah, JK comes between Yoonmin and hates that Suga thirsts over his man. But, he is not threatened by short, skinny legged, with an ass almost as big as Jimin's, Min Yoongi. He knows Jimin will never see Suga that way. So he can dislike how Suga behaves with Jimin, but sometimes he even ignores it and doesn't look bothered at all. But when it comes to Minimoni he just has to insert himself. For eg, I saw something today.

Look at Jimin's face after JK adds in his 2 cents because of course he did

Minimoni moment, JK is like "not today Satan" He refuses for the audience to associate Jimin with RM and its the funniest shit. I mention here how JK inserted himself when Minimoni were practising the own it dance. Even though he wasn't really supposed to be there.

Disclaimer: The following opinions are my own, I will give them but please feel free to form your own

So listen. I will be the first person to tell people to stop treating the Tannies like characters in a fanfic. And I have mentioned many times that there has never been any in house dating (sans Jikook) That just wouldn't work and BTS wouldn't be together if that was the case. So please, please try not to read too much into the following tiny analysis. It's just something a friend pointed out to me and I couldn't believe it myself. It's short and quick, easy to miss. But it shows just how deep this thing with JK and Minimoni goes.

Okay so In the Soop season 2 episode 3 around 6 minutes in. (Thanks @serendipitous-sky)

Jin tells JK to go wake up either Jimin or V. Of course JK goes to wake up Jimin. Duh!

Sidebar, this isn't the point of my post, I just feel the need to point out that Jikook look at cameras ALOT. The whole time he climbed the stairs on the way to Jimin's room he was staring at that camera

If you guys remember correctly, Jimin was kind enough to switch rooms with RM the night before. RM couldn't sleep in the main house due to all the noise. So they swapped. But JK forgot this. So off he goes to what he thinks is still Jimin's room (he cheated/helped Jimin to get this room btw, but that's an analysis for another day) Anyway, back to JK looking for cameras.

If you're looking to mess around with your boyfriend and not get caught its important to find blind spots. So yes, Jikook are always making sure they know exactly where those cameras are. I'm sure y'all get it. 😏😏

Anyway, off he goes into the room and he's surprised to be greeted by RM's snores.

He forgot this wasn't Jimin's room anymore. But guys, here's my thing. JK is here, right? He has heard and seen that that is RM asleep in that bed, right? So you'd expect him to leave, right?

Wrong!! JK goes further into the room!

But why 🤭🤭🤭 that's my question. He had already established that was RM in the bed why did he need to go further into the room? What did he need to see? He literally has no reason to confirm it's RM in that bed when he already knows it is. So my guess is that he wanted to confirm RM was in that bed alone.

Now hear me out, even if Jimin was in that bed lying down fully clothed just shooting the shit with RM, it would not have gone down very well. At all. Shit, would have hit, the fucking fan!

We definitely wouldn't have go10 a season 2 of ITS or anymore BTS for that matter 🤭🤭 I'm just saying, for the sake of a million things, I'm glad RM was in there by himself.

JK as he's leaving says;

And off he goes to look for Jimin. We already know what happens after this. Nothing, coz we were robbed.

But anyway, conclusion: RM is the only one who actually threatens JK. And no this doesn't mean he doesn't trust Jimin. He knows Jimin would never but it doesn't stop him from wanting to make sure everyone most especially RM, remembers who Jimin 'belongs' to.

The End. Stan Namjikook for clear skin

#he he hee #jikook theory #jikook theories #jikook analysis #ask shaz #bts ask #jikook #bts #jimin and jungkook #jimin #jungkook #park jimin #jeon jungkook #kookmin #minkook #jikook bothered #ITS Jikook

[borathae]

↳ Index [Chapter 01 - Anruf]

• Anruf (German, phonecall)

Warnings: yearning, cute phone calls, the Fluff hits right, but also mentions of loss & grief

Wordcount: 7.1k

a/n: and so it starts! aaaah!! I am so !! i can’t wait to go on this journey with you guys!!

“You know what we should do?”

“What?”

“We should order pizza. I’m starving.”

You look at Hoseok standing in the doorway with his phone in his hand.

“I’m down for pizza. You guys?” you say.

“Sure, pizza sounds good”, Seokjin answers you, not looking up from the game he is playing.

“I’ll do whatever you want to do”, Taehyung says, pressing the buttons on his controller aggressively, “why are you so good at that game?” he whines, addressing Seokjin.

“Because you suck”, Seokjin throws back, kicking Taehyung’s character in the face repeatedly.

“Give me a chance, I wasn’t ready”, Taehyung complains loudly, trying his hardest to block Seokjin’s attacks.

You look away from the television, locking eyes with Hoseok.

“What are the options?” you ask him, peeling yourself up from the couch to hurry to him.

Hoseok hands you the menu and together you skim through it while the others continue complaining to each other about the game.

It has been three days ever since Seokjin and Hoseok returned from their journey. Emma wasn’t with them and while Seokjin pretended as if he was alright, he wasn’t. You know that he wasn’t, because Hoseok tells you that he goes to bed earlier than usual and he always locks his door when he does. And that sometimes he can hear him cry.

If Hoseok hadn’t told you, you never would have figured that he was. Ever since they are back, Seokjin cracks the funniest jokes and he makes you laugh with them. Truly, Seokjin is the uttermost funniest person ever, always laughing and joking and laughing some more. The person, who laughs the loudest at his stupid jokes is always Taehyung. Taehyung, who spends most of his hours kneeling under the weeping willow by the lake tending to Jimin’s grave. Taehyung, who put most of the paintings he did of Jimin in the cellar with the excuse of “them taking up space in his atelier”. Taehyung, who sits in silence when he thinks that nobody is watching.

And Taehyung, who has been regularly disappearing into the dark of the night only to return a few days later with no explanation of where he went. He even left for an entire month in late spring, leaving you all alone and sad at the estate. He never told you where he went and what he did once he returned to you and you never asked, welcoming him back in your arms as if he never left. And Taehyung continued his routine of tending to Jimin’s grave and crying himself to sleep in your arms.

You haven’t heard anything from Yoongi and Jungkook either. The last you heard of them was a text by Yoongi telling you that they wouldn’t come home for beginning of summer. You have been counting the days ever since that text. Sixty eight days. Counting gets more painful day by day.

“Pizza’s here”, Hoseok says, pulling you out of your thoughts. They vary between worry for Taehyung and Seokjin and yearning for Yoongi and Jungkook. You thought of the latter right now.

Hoseok jumps up from the couch, “I’ll get it.”

“Should I come with you?” you offer.

“No, I’m good. It shouldn’t be too heavy.”

And with that Hoseok disappears out of the living room, leaving you alone with Taehyung and Seokjin. They are in the midst of starting a new game, joking with each other way too much. You watch them, feeling sad. They are pretending that they were okay when they so clearly weren’t. You know that they do, because you have been doing the same. You pretend to be strong for Taehyung, because you know that he needed you to be strong for him, when in reality you are plagued with heartbreaking insecurities day by day. Many nights you wonder if Yoongi had already forgotten about you. You wouldn’t even blame him if he did. Your good times with him were brief and over way too soon. If he forgot about them again, you wouldn’t be surprised. You haven’t told Taehyung about your worries yet. Why should you? Your stupid, childish insecurities feel miniscule compared to the loss he suffered. It would be selfish of you to burden him with your worries when he lost so much more. So you hug him as he cries and then cry in the bathroom when he wouldn’t hear you.

Hoseok returns with the pizzas, putting them on the coffee table.

“I gave the delivery guy a big tip because he gave us extra pickles on the pizza”, he explains, opening his carton, “waah, look at that, it looks delicious.”

“I still don’t get why you would put pickles on your pizza”, you mumble, biting into your slice of margarita with corn deliciously.

“You put corn on yours. You aren’t better”, Hoseok murmurs with a pout.

“Corn is really delicious. What are you on about?”

“As are pickles.”

“Touché”, you snicker and look at Taehyung and Seokjin, “do you guys want a slice too?” you offer them your slice.

“Yes, thanks for ordering Hobi”, Seokjin says, taking a huge bite and humming dramatically, “waaah so good. That fits my taste so well”, he says extra happily.

Taehyung takes a slice of Hoseok’s pizza, eating it with his signature chewing pout, “indeed. This pizza is very delicious”, he agrees with happiness in his voice.

You exchange a look with Hoseok. He thinks the same as you. Why are they pretending when it is so obvious that they are in pain?

“You know what we should do tomorrow?” you say.

“No. What?” Hoseok asks.

“We should go somewhere nice and spend a good day together. I bet we could”, you stop talking when your phone begins ringing, “excuse me, someone’s calling me”, you say, looking at your screen, “holy moly.”

“Who is calling you, sweetest?” Taehyung asks.

They all stare at you in question. You are gawking at your phone. Flabbergasted. Shocked. Dumbfounded even.

“Holy cow”, you press out.

“What’s happening? Who’s calling?” Hoseok asks. 

“Yoongi.” 

Your lips curl into a smile.

“Oh my god, Yoongi.”

With tears in your eyes you pick up, leaving the room in big steps. The others and the pizza are forgotten for now.

“Hello?” you almost yelled the word. 

Your breath is held. Your heart is pounding. Your fingers, although clammy, grasp the phone with almost inhuman strength. Will he sound just as sweet as you remember him to sound?

“Hey.”

The sound of him. That distinct, comforting sound of him drags you to your knees. You fall, finding support atop the marble stairs of the entrance hall. They are cold against your naked thighs, but you barely even feel them. 

“Yoongi, holy moly it’s really you.”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“Oh”, you press out. 

Now you are safe. You are warm and safe. 

“Are you crying?” 

“Yes, I missed your voice so much.”

“Don’t cry, princess.”

Princess. It is one word, eight letters. Insignificant if one may look at it in the grand scheme of things, but it is the most important in your world. Oh how you missed hearing him call you like that. 

“Yoongi, I miss you”, you sob softly, “please say something.”

“Say something? What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t care. Anything. I just want to hear your voice.”

“Mhm, anything”, a short pause where he listens to your sniffling, “hey, princess”, he says in his soft, calming voice, “don’t cry. You’re making me feel bad for calling.”

“I can’t help it. It’s just so much, I’m overwhelmed.”

“Don’t be. I’m here now.”

“Why did you take so long to call?”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“I accept it, just…don’t take so damn long again.”

“I won’t. I’m sorry, I should have called sooner.”

“Yes, you should have.”

You lower your head, sniffling into your palm as you wipe at your nose.

“Hey ___, don’t cry my princess, I’m here now.”

Truly, it feels as if he is engulfing you in the warmest hug right now.

“I know”, your trembling lips curl into a smile, “Yoongi, I want you here. Actually here. With me, so I can hug you.” 

Silence at his end. Then a quiet sigh. 

“Me too. A hug sounds so nice right now.”

The small tremor in his voice doesn’t go unnoticed by you. 

“Yoongi, why do you sound so sad? What happened?”

Silence. Perhaps he is flustered by the worry in your voice. Perhaps he wonders if you truly saw right through him already. 

“I’m just…”

Faltering. 

Silence. 

Two deep breaths. 

“...I haven’t slept in weeks, so I tried tonight. To get my energy back. But I can’t…I can’t fall asleep.”

“Oh Yoongi, I know how you feel.”

“I can’t stop thinking. I’m not shutting up.”

“That’s awful. Tell me about it.”

“No I…actually, fuck”, he lets out a tired laugh, “I wanted to deny you, but that’s literally why I called you in the first place.”

“Yeah?” you give him a sweet laugh, “you’re cute.”

“Mhm.”

You shift into a more comfortable position, relaxing your fingers around your phone just slightly.

“So what’s on your mind? Tell me.”

“I’m tired.”

“Oh no, I’m sorry.”

“I’m tired of all those fucking failures. It’s like he is gone. As if he left this realm. How hard can it be to find one man? Especially when this man leaves trails of bodies everywhere?”

He huffs out air. 

“So many times I almost had him, ___. So many times I had your freedom between my fingers only to watch it slither away again. Fuck”, he presses out the last word, “fuck, I’m so mad. I just- urgh, I just want to fucking break something.”

“Don’t. I don’t want you hurting yourself.”

Yoongi laughs. After that laugh comes a deep breath and long exhale. It seems that your words helped him calm down.

“I’m so tired”, he whispers, sounding more defeated than angry, “I should just give up and accept that he will always best me.”

“No Yoongi, don’t say that. You’re a billion times better than him.”

“So why can’t I catch him? Why can’t I…” his voice stutters, a trembling inhale follows, “...why can’t I keep my promise to you?”

A second of heavy silence where you can hear Yoongi exhale shakily. 

“I promised you that I will make the world safer for you and I’m failing you so much. I’m sorry.”

“You’re not failing me. I already feel ten times safer ever since we started this phone call.”

“You do?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Fuck”, he presses out and sniffles loudly, “I wanted to be quick for you and I just”, he pauses. 

“It’s okay, Yoongi”, you whisper, but he doesn’t hear you. 

“I have to break this promise, ___. I don’t think I can be quick. I’m sorry”, he whispers. 

“Oh…” you bite back your tears, “...I understand. How long are you still going to be gone?”

“I don’t know. The rest of the year maybe? Perhaps longer? Perhaps till next summer? Next Christmas? I don’t know, I can’t tell you”, he says with painful regret in his voice. 

“Ah, okay. I see…” 

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t. It’s not your fault.”

“Please don’t cry”, his voice is barely there.

“I’m trying”, you sniffle.

The conversation should be over, but neither you nor Yoongi want to end it. Too big is the yearning for each other, too good does it feel to hear the other’s voice again. 

“Where are you guys currently?” you ask him.

“Berlin. The city’s nice. My German’s so rusty though.”

You chuckle, “I didn’t even know that you could speak German.”

“I know too many languages. Long life and all.”

You laugh because you liked the joke. Yoongi chuckles softly. 

“You’re so cool, Yoongi.”

He stays silent, most definitely flusters.

“Mhm.” 

More silence. You have started to pick at a thread on your shorts. Tugging at it seems to loosen more and more of the shorts’ leg frilled hem. You don’t stop, even if the damage is very visible to you. You just need something to distract you from the aching hole in your chest only his presence could fill.

“I want you here with me”, Yoongi’s voice was barely a whisper.

“What?” you ask.

“I want you here with me. In my arms and against my chest. I miss you so much. Your warmth and your smell and your face. I miss you. I just want you here with me.” 

The confession sits heavy in the air. Having Yoongi so openly admit his yearning for you feels unfamiliar because he never did so before, but more than anything it makes you miss him even more.

“I miss you too, Yoongi. So much. I barely have any of your clothes left which smell of you.” 

Yoongi laughs, but it is filled with sadness. 

“At least you have something. I have nothing.”

“Did you forget?” you ask. 

Yoongi knows the deep meaning behind it. 

“No, just…memories aren’t real. And they’re cold. I want your real smell with me, the one filled with warmth.”

“God damn it Yoongi, don’t say that.”

“I’m sorry, I know I say so much. Fuck, I’m rambling like an idiot. I think the sleep deprivation is making me chatty. Sorry, it’s not like me.”

“That’s fine. I like talking to you.” 

“Me too.”

“I prefer to do it in your arms however.”

“Yes”, he agrees and sniffles. 

“Yoongi, can’t you take a short break? Just for a few days come home to me.”

“I can’t. We have a lead and it sounds so promising, I have to chase it.”

“Can’t you chase it another time?”

“I really can’t. I’m sorry.”

“Mhm, whatever.”

Silence.

“I’m sorry”, he whispers.

You sigh, “no. I’m sorry, Yoongi. That was unfair to you. I know you have to chase it. I shouldn’t have dismissed you like that. I’m just so…sick of not having you with me.”

“Me too. I’d fall asleep so easily if you were with me.”

“You know that I’d pet your hair and scratch your scalp if I were?”

“I know, princess. I’d want that.” 

“Me too. I bet your hair is so much longer now.” 

He chuckles, “I’m not letting you near it.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’ll ruin it. I told you before.” 

“You meanie. I’m great at cutting hair.”

“Mhm maybe”, he says and snickers. 

You giggle, hugging your own waist. You imagine it to be Yoongi instead. 

“Oh Yoongi, I missed hearing your laugh.” 

“Me too. I love your laugh.”

He makes your heart flutter. Sleepy Yoongi is honest, so you realise.

“Where are you right now?” he asks you because he wants to hear your voice again. You were not the only one having missed his voice. Yoongi was aching for a sound of you just as much. 

“The stairs in the entrance hall. They are kind of cold on my legs.”

“Are you sitting on them?”

“Mhm yeah, I didn’t want to stand. I came here because I wanted to be alone.” 

“So Tae is still with you?”

“Yes. The others too.”

“Really?”

“They came back last week and came over for dinner tonight. They live at Seokjin’s place again while they’re trying to figure out if they should try again or not.”

“So he still hasn’t found her.”

“No, he hasn’t.” 

“Maybe he should give up. Emma probably changed. He will only get disappointed.”

“I guess, but he is hoping that she didn’t.”

“Mhm, I get it”, he breathes out loudly, “it seems that we are all chasing some sort of stupid lead then.”

“I guess, yeah.”

“I’m sorry, am I boring you?”

“What? Why would you?” 

“I don’t know, because I’m asking stupid questions like where are you like some desperate idiot who can’t take a hint.”

“Don’t say that, Yoongi. I’m happy you want to keep talking.”

“Okay.”

He seems to shift in bed as the sheets make the faintest of ruffling noises. Then a small yawn. 

“Did you just yawn?”

“Yeah. Sorry, I’m getting sleepy.” 

You smile. 

“Good, that means the call’s working.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

More ruffling of sheets.

“Shit princess, I don’t want to end the call.”

“Then don’t. I’ll stay with you as you fall asleep.”

“Mhm”, he lets out a breathy laugh, “I can’t believe I’m actually doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Just…wanting to stay on a call with someone. It’s so silly.”

“No, it’s not, you’re just a grumps who thinks it silly.”

“I’m not, stop”, he whines, making you giggle.

“Sorry. Gosh, you’re so cute.”

“What are you doing?” he asks as he hears the distinct sound of your naked feet walking around.

“I’m going to your wing, I want to pretend to fall asleep with you.”

Silence.

“That’s stupid”, he mumbles, sounding so cute and tiny that you just know that he is pouting in shyness.

“Maybe, but we have to make the best out of the situation.”

“I guess.”

“I’m renovating my wing these days.”

“You are?” he asks, listening to you opening his door. He imagines you wandering through his hallways. The thought is relaxing him because it makes him feel closer to you.

“Yes, it’s so much work oh god. I really underestimated just how big Jimin’s wing is. I barely even got one room finished and bear in mind that’s only the bathroom.”

“Are you doing so much? Jimin’s wing was in a good state, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, but it’s kind of…covered in blood at some parts. Although some is an understatement. The blood has soaked into the joints and wood in most rooms.”

“Ah. I forgot that he was a disgusting bastard.”

You snicker.

“Gosh Yoongi, you have such a loose tongue sometimes.”

“I know. Sorry, I’ll curse less.”

“No, it’s fine. You’re hot when you curse.”

He chuckles lazily, “you’re something else.”

You turn the lights on in his bedroom. There you are again. Just like almost every second night, you find yourself in his bedroom with its ocean blue walls and azurite curtains. You have developed a great liking for blue these days because of his bedroom. Blue calms you down. Just as Yoongi does. You hurry to the bed and climb on top of it, pulling the blue satin sheets over your body.

“Ah yes”, you say and sigh.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m in your bed”, you say and giggle.

Yoongi smiles in his tiny, depressing single person bed. He strokes his hand over the empty sheets next to his pillow, wishing for just a touch of your hand.

“Is it comfortable?” he asks.

“Yes, but it misses you.”

He chuckles, “my bed misses me?”

“Yes, it says that it’s way too big for one person and that you should be here with me.”

“I’m sure it says that”, he says and feels giddy in his chest.

He has his phone on speaker ever since you left for his wing. It rests beside him with a dark screen. Yoongi reaches for it and begins dancing his fingers up and down the screen, imagining it to be your face instead.

“So now we are falling asleep together”, you say.

“Yes, right. I don’t think I ever did something like that.”

“Me neither”, you giggle.

Yoongi isn’t aware of it, but you are doing the exact thing to your phone. Looking at it with longing eyes while you imagine the hard, cold screen to be his soft, delicate features instead.

“Your phone bill is going to be so much.”

“I don’t care.”

“Mhm”, you say and snuggle deeper into his pillow. It doesn’t smell like Yoongi these days because you had to wash his sheets a few times already. But the thought that this was Yoongi’s pillow is enough to make you feel closer to him. It is also a terribly comfortable pillow. Yoongi truly knows comfort.

“How are your plants doing?” he asks you.

“So good. Oh Yoongi, you should see how green the greenhouse is these days. I also have so many room plants in my wing. It’s almost a jungle these days”, you tell him in a shy laugh.

Yoongi laughs with you, finding immense happiness in the thought that you are making part of his big castle your own. This is all he wants. For you to find your home in his belongings. After all, he doesn’t want to share them with anyone as much as he wants to share them with you. That is also why he loves the thought that you regularly wander around his wing, because it means that you see it as part of your home as well. Yoongi likes that thought.

“I can’t wait to see them”, he says softly, closing his eyes with a content smile.

“Me too, you’ll be so impressed.”

“Of course I will”, he whispers.

“Yoongi, are you falling asleep?”

“I think.”

“Gosh, okay I’ll talk quietly from now”, you whisper.

“You don’t have to, just talk comfortably. I can fall asleep even if you yell.”

“Really?” you snicker.

“Mh-hm, I’m so fucking exhausted. Ever since my emotions are on, I feel my insomnia so much. When I’m tired, I get so fucking tired.”

“But that’s good, at least like that you get your sleep. It’s important to sleep, even for a Creator like you, Yoongi Boongie.”

Yoongi twists the sheets upon hear his nickname. It is just two words, thirteen letters but they make him feel so alive. And tonight they bring tears of yearning to his eyes. They roll down his cheeks and soak his pillowcase.

“I know. I think I can do it tonight”, he says and yawns.

You yawn as well, smacking your lips afterwards, “good. Yoongi, lets hold our own hands and pretend that we are holding hands instead.”

Yoongi smiles softly and intertwines his own fingers. You do the same.

“Okay”, he whispers.

“Are you doing it?”

“Yes, you?”

“Yes, I’m currently giving your hand a little squeeze.”

Yoongi does it to his own hand and with his eyes closed it almost feels as if you were truly there with him squeezing his hand.

“I can feel it”, he breathes, “I’m caressing your knuckles.”

You caress your own knuckles, shivering because it feels as if he was doing it to you.

“It’s nice, Yoongi”, you whisper, feeling droopy in sleepiness as well.

“Yeah, it’s nice.”

“Good night, Yoongi”, you tell him before it is too late.

“Good night, princess”, he answers you then smiles when he hears you make kissing noises.

“I just smooched your cheek.”

“You’re adorable”, he says and makes a tiny kissing sound as well.

“Where did you kiss me?”

“Don’t know. Forehead or the tip of your nose. I like them both.”

“Then give me another kiss.”

“Mwuah”, he says quietly and oh so cutely.

You giggle, “you’re so cute Yoongi Boongie”, you say, squeezing your own hand oh so tightly.

“You too, princess”, he lulls, his head feels so droopy in sleep.

And so it happens that you and him fall asleep whilst holding your own hands and listening to the other’s changing breathing.

Sunlight is waking you the next morning. You forgot to close the curtains last night and now it is shining right onto your face.

“Mhm”, you let out, opening your eyes and closing them instantly, “ah too bright.”

“Good morning.”

You peel your eyes open.

“Yoongi?” you gasp, lifting your head.

“Hey.”

“Oh my god”, you reach for your phone, checking your display. Eight hours and forty minutes and the time is still going, “you are still here? Good morning.”

“I’m still here. I woke ten minutes ago and waited for you to wake up too.”

“Oh my god, you are so cute. I don’t know what to say”, you feel tingly all over, “did you sleep well?”

“I did. Like a stone.”

“Good. I slept well too, but I’m so hot right now.”

“Why?”

“The sun’s shining right onto my face. It’s too hot. I think I’m going to get sunburned.”

“That’s not good, you should stay in the shadows. Skin cancer is serious.”

You chuckle, “gosh, you sounded like such a dad right now.”

“I did not”, he gasps.

“Yeah, you did”, you giggle, “thank you, Yoongs. I’ll try to stay in the shadows.”

You hear sounds from his side of the phone. It sounds as if he is sitting up and doing something.

“What are you doing?” you ask him.

“Opening the blinds. Ah fuck, it’s so sunny”, he says and groans.

“Is it so bad that it’s sunny?”

“Yeah, hurts and it’s hot. I don’t like the sun.”

“Okay, but it’s only hot because you are always walking around in long black clothes. You’re basically a heat magnet.”

“Hey.”

You snicker, “I’m just teasing you.”

“Whatever, you’re a brat.”

“No, I’m not”, you giggle and sit up as well, rolling out of bed, “do you want to listen to me make breakfast?”

“Sure, what are you making?”

“Mhm, I don’t know yet. My preferred breakfast would be you, but you’re not here so I have to be creative.”

Silence.

“Yoongi?”

“You’re so stupid”, he murmurs, sounding flustered.

You snicker, “did I fluster you right now?”

“No? I never fluster.”

“Of course not. Not you, not at all”, you tease him, which makes him sigh in annoyance.

“I see that sleep has made you playful.”

“Yeah, I slept so well, so I feel good.”

You lock the door behind you and store the key in your shirt’s front pocket. You take on the way to the kitchen.

“Did I tell you already that I also planted so much food?”

“You did?”

“Yeah, outside. In the garden behind the greenhouse. I planted so many fruit plants and lots of vegetables too. But they’re still really small because I started way too late. I have to start in early spring next year.”

“That’s so great, princess. I’m sure you’ll get so much out of them.”

“I really hope so too. I’ll make lots of jam from my berries and then you can try them too.”

“No, you shouldn’t. Just eat it yourself.”

You roll your eyes at him fondly. Of course he would deny you.

“Well, I’ll still feed it to you. Maybe I’ll just put it on my lips and make you kiss me.”

“Princess…” he warns, making you snicker.

“I’m just messing with you again.”

“I know”, he chuckles quietly, “you’re so cute, my princess.”

“You’re cuter, Yoongi Boongie.”

“Mhm, no.”

You smile because he is so adorable.

The kitchen is filled with sunlight. The windows are open and a soft breeze is making the curtains dance. Someone must have opened them. None of the others are here however.

“That’s weird”, you say.

“What’s weird? Are you okay?” Yoongi asks you, voice spilling over in worry.

“Yes, don’t worry. It’s just that the windows are open, but nobody’s in the kitchen.”

“Ah, I see.”

“I’m sure they’re somewhere else.”

“Probably. Do you spend a lot of time with them?”

“These days more, yeah. You know, Tae and I started university again to help Tae take his mind off of things, but we’re on summer break these days.”

“You started university again? Why would you do that to yourselves?”

“I mean, why did you do that yourself last year?” you ask in a chuckle.

“I was only doing that to make sure Namjoon didn’t either kill or turn the entire campus”, he says, very obviously pouty.

“Gosh yes, that makes sense. Is that why you always napped in our human anatomy classes?”

“You remember that?”

“Yeah”, you giggle, “I thought that you were so rude at first.”

“Ah shit, sorry”, he lets out an embarrassed laugh, “I’m embarrassed now.”

“Don’t, it’s okay. I was a rude bitch to you too.”

He chuckles, “no it’s fine. I can still remember when you slammed your books on the table. I’m telling you my princess, I wanted to slam you on that table when you did that. I spent my entire night having to compel the entire rugby team to forget about Namjoon almost killing their captain and then you slam your books on the table.”

“No, don’t tell me that. I didn’t know”, you whine, “gosh Yoongi Boongie, I feel so bad now. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I wasn’t actually sleeping either way. I don’t do that, you know me.”

“Mh-hm yeah”, you smile, “of course my big, strong Creator doesn’t sleep.”

Silence then a little huff of air.

“Whatever”, he mumbles, kicking his feet in the air at the aspect of being your big, strong Creator. He is resting on his tummy as he does it, grinning to himself.

You giggle, “you’re so cute, Yoongi Boongie. Gosh, I was honestly always asking myself what exactly you were doing all day, but now I know. Did you have to do a lot of work?”

“Yeah. Namjoon’s such an idiot, you know? He and Jimin always caused some sort of ruckus and then I had to clean it up or fix it.”

“Gosh, I’m sorry. That must have been so much work.”

“Yeah”, he whispers, “you know, I saved you from Namjoon once.”

“I know, I’m still so grateful for you. You looked really hot in your mask, by the way. I’m a little sad that I didn’t ask you for a dance back then. Maybe we could have fallen in love magically that night.”

“No, not the masquerade ball.”

“The thing that followed?”

“No, uhm. Nevermind, forget it.”

“Nono, now you have to tell me. What do you mean?”

Yoongi huffs out air in defeat, “I saw you sitting at a park bench with him once. He was touching your thigh and you looked confused and talked about experiencing memory loss, so I made sure that you were safe.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I drove you home and then made sure that you were safe. You acted really out of it and I knew it was because he messed with your mind, this cunt.”

“Wait”, you realise a few things, “do you mean that time I was at the library?”

“Were you at the library before? I saw you sitting on a bench outside the library.”

“Yes exactly. Namjoon made me follow him outside and made me feel as if we were dating. Oh my god, Yoongi”, you gasp, “you saved me again? Once I knew what had happened back then, I always wondered why Namjoon would compel me to go home and sleep it off.”

“No, he was trying to turn you that day. He told me once I confronted him. I told you to go to sleep and think that it was all a dream in order to protect you from our secret.”

“Holy shit. Wow okay, I just felt cold shivers run down my spine. This is so scary to imagine. Yoongi, I could have been a Glutton by now if you hadn’t saved me.”

“Yeah well, I’m sorry I didn’t do so sooner.”

“No. No, you were early. You saved me, thank you so much.”

“I just want to keep you safe.”

“I know and you do. Gosh, now I miss you even more. Yoongi, you are so unfair, you can’t just tell me that you have always been my protector when you’re not here. I want to hug you until you have to physically fight me off.”

He chuckles, “I’m sorry, I know. I don’t know why I told you, it’s so cringe. I never show off with shit like that.”

“You just wanted to impress me, be honest”, you say, finally jumping off the kitchen island to prepare yourself a cup of tea. You have been kicking your feet like a lovedrunk teenager for way too long and you are craving tea.

“Maybe a little”, he confesses, “are you making tea?”

“Can you hear the water cooker?”

“Yeah.”

“Mhm yeah, I’m making tea.”

“That’s good. What kind?”

“Tae got me this really expensive black tea from India and I’ve been drinking it every morning.”

“That sounds very good. Do you like it?”

“Yes, I like it a lot.”

“That’s good to hear. Does he treat you right?”

“He’s still really sad because of what happened to Jimin, so he hasn’t really been the same than he was before, but he is trying.”

“I see. Grieving is the worst.”

“Yes, it is. I’m worried for him, you know?”

“Mhm.”

“I cannot even imagine how it must feel like to lose your best friend after so many centuries together.”

“Yes, it’s hard.”

You pause. You wonder if he agrees with you because he understands how Taehyung feels. After all, there were times where he considered Namjoon to be the closest to a best friend he ever had. He told you so himself.

“Do you want to change topics?” you ask him.

“What do you mean?”

“I feel like our conversation is becoming so sad. Do you want to talk about something else?”

“Yeah, I think I’d like that.”

“Well, then tell me about Kook. How is he doing?”

“He is doing really well”, life returns to Yoongi’s voice.

“Yeah? Really?”

“Mhm, he is making lots of progress. He wanted to go to a club in Berlin a few nights ago because he learned how to kiss humans without biting them. So we went and he kissed a few people. He was really happy that night.”

“Gosh that’s so good to hear. I’m happy for him. You teach him so much, Yoongi Boongie.”

“No, it’s not much.”

“Oh hush now”, you say, preparing your tea as you are talking, “but you in a club, huh? Did you make out with someone too?”

“No of course not, why should I have?” he sounds offended.

“I don’t know, maybe you’re already forgetting about me.”

“Shut up, that’s not funny. I could never”, he grumbles, making you snicker. It was supposed to be a joke, but it still feels really good to finally have the spoken proof that all your insecurities were wrong. He didn’t forget about you yet.

“I’m sorry, gosh, I’m sorry. That was a terrible joke, I admit it.”

“Yeah”, he mumbles and huffs out air, “maybe I’ll make out with someone later though.”

“Now you’re just messing with me”, you say in a cackle.

“Yeah, I am”, he laughs, “it’s not funny, is it?”

“No, gosh let’s never do that again”, you snicker and Yoongi snickers right with you.

You sit back down on the kitchen island, tugging at the thread of your pants leg again.

“Shit, I miss you”, Yoongi says, “I just wanna kiss you, princess.”

“Me too, Yoongi Boongie. It’s so unfair.”

“Yeah, it’s so unfair”, he agrees.

“How long are you still staying in Berlin?”

“Princess, I told you, I can’t take a break.”

“God why?” you whine, “I just want to kiss you, my Yoongi.”

“Me too and then fuck you against a wall.”

“Jesus, don’t say that so casually.”

He chuckles lazily, “sorry, I was thinking about making out with you and let my tongue run lose.”

“Goddamn you, now I’m all hot.”

“Sorry”, he snickers, “you are so cute, it’s fucking unfair.”

“Why?”

“Because I can’t pick you up and hold you”, he whines.

“Then come back to me.”

“Princess, stop trying to tempt me”, he warns in a raspy voice. He makes you laugh.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop, I’m sorry.”

The alarm for your tea goes off.

“Is your tea done?” Yoongi asks.

“Yes. The alarm startled me”, you confess, holding our phone with your shoulder as you finish the tea.

Yoongi chuckles. He has his phone on speaker as he is busy putting on his clothes. He knows that he can’t talk to you for long anymore. Responsibilities are waiting for him. He wants to cancel every single one of them and hurry back to you. He really does. He hurries to the bathroom as he listens to you open the fridge and then pour milk into your tea. You stir it. The spoon makes a sound each time it hits the mug. Then he hears you slurp and hum.

“Is it good?” he asks you.

“Yes, really good. It carries a hint of vanilla in its aftertaste. I really like it.”

“That sounds very good. I’m glad you like it.”

“What are you doing?” you ask him, hearing sounds in the background.

“My hair. I have to leave soon.”

“What? Really? Why?” you gasp, “don’t go yet, please.”

“I have to, my princess. I’m meeting up with an old acquaintance who will help me hunt down a few of Namjoon’s followers.”

“I see. I’m so sad now, I don’t want to stop talking to you.”

“Me neither. I want to talk to you all day”, Yoongi says, flustering you greatly.

“You are so cute”, you whisper, eyes flitting to the doorway. The others are entering the kitchen. You give them a nod as a greeting.

“Mhm”, Yoongi hums, “did someone just join you?”

“You can hear that?” you gasp.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, they all joined me. They are saying hi.”

“Tell them I said hi too”, Yoongi says, “hey, princess?”

“Yes, Yoongi?” you ask him, hurrying out of the kitchen for privacy.

“I really have to go now. I’m already running late.”

“Do you really have to go?”

“Yes, I’m sorry.”

“I understand”, you say, huffing out air, “can you promise me to call again really, really soon?”

“Yes, of course. I’ll call you tonight.”

“I would love that. Maybe we could do a video call?”

“I’d love that, my princess”, Yoongi says with an obvious smile in his voice, “but I really gotta go now, Kook’s been knocking since five minutes.”

“Yeah okay, you have to go”, you pout, “gosh Yoongi Boongie, I’ll miss you like crazy all day.”

“Me too, my princess.”

Silence filled with yearning.

“Uhm…I hope you have a good day today”, he whispers.

“Me too and I hope you stay safe”, you say.

“I will. Until tonight.”

“Yes, till tonight. I love you Yoongs.”

“Me too, my princess”, he says and makes kissing noises.

You retort them, giggling which makes Yoongi chuckle fondly.

“Later, my princess.”

“Yeah, later.”

The phone call ends. You look at the screen. Nine hours and twenty minutes. It feels like too little time. Oh how you miss him. But you also feel happy. Yoongi hasn’t forgotten about you yet.

You giggle happily, stroking your finger over the now dark phone screen.

“I’m his princess”, you whisper, wiggling happily, “oh, he is so awesome and cute and amazing”, you say, hurrying back to the kitchen afterwards.

“Good morning guys”, you greet them, picking up where you left off.

“Good morning”, Seokjin greets you, busying himself with making coffee.

“Good morning, sweetest”, Taehyung says, acting as if he was alright by sending you a bright smile.

You turn on the toaster, getting two slices of wholewheat toast ready for their little tan. You also take out butter and the last slices of turkey ham.

“Did you talk to Yoongi?” Hoseok asks, “you were suddenly gone last night and we couldn’t find you anywhere.”

“Yeah I did. Sorry, I was in his wing, talking to him”, you say.

“Uuuh all night long?” Hoseok asks, wiggling his brows.

“No, we actually fell asleep and continued the conversation today”, you say and sigh sadly, sagging your shoulders.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just miss him like crazy.”

“I get you. Does he already know when he’ll come back?”

You shake your head, “maybe he’ll take till next Christmas. I don’t know how I should handle that”, you say, plopping down on top the kitchen island next to Hoseok. You lean closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder, “I miss him so much”, you whine.

“Poor ___”, Hoseok says, patting your cheek, “it sucks to be separated from your lover, I get it.”

“Me too”, Seokjin agrees and sags his shoulders sadly, “guys, I can’t give up on Emma yet. I cry everyday because I miss her so much”, he finally confesses.

“Really? What do you want to do?” you ask him, reaching over the counter to hold his hand. It feels good to have him confess his feelings. It means that he is finally ready to accept help.

“I have to leave again and look for her. I don’t want to accept that this was it. That she is just gone”, Seokjin says.

Taehyung sits down on the counter next to him, swinging his legs back and forth mindlessly.

“Do you think that she will want to see you again once you find her?” he asks.

“I can’t think of that yet. I have to find her first.”

“Of course.”

“Where are you going to next?” you ask Seokjin.

“Berlin. I haven’t looked there yet.”

“Berlin? That’s where Yoongi and Kook currently are”, you gasp.

“Wooah, hardcore coincidence”, Hoseok says.

You all exchange a look.

“Okay crazy idea, but what if we all go with Seokjin and surprise them?” Hoseok suggests.

“Hobi! You are a genius!” you exclaim, “are you guys down? Please say that you are down!”

The vampires exchange a look.

“I’m down”, Hoseok says.

“I’d be in Berlin either way, so yeah”, Seokjin agrees.

“Tae?” you ask him, “please?”

“Maybe a change of scenery lessens…the pain”, he says, touching his chest.

Hoseok reaches out to give him a soothing touch.

“You guys are the best! I’ll call Kookie right away and organise the surprise”, you babble, jumping from the counter to hurry out of the kitchen for your phone call.

“Well that was quick”, Hoseok says, “I didn’t think that she’d like the idea so much.”

“I did. I miss Emma like crazy, so I get her”, Seokjin says, turning his attention to Taehyung afterwards. He places his hand on his thigh, “I’m sure that you are right and a change of scenery will do you well.”

“Do you truly think so?” Taehyung asks quietly.

“Yes, I really do”, Seokjin gives him a little smile.

Taehyung retorts it, “thank you. I really hope so too”, he confesses.

“Okay good news you guys”, you enter the kitchen again, “Kook is down for the surprise and he’ll make sure that they’ll stay in Berlin until we arrive. I’m already looking up tickets. Should we go by train or plane? I’d be down for both.”

“I have never seen you be so passionate about anything”, Hoseok teases, which earns him a look from you.

“That’s not true. I’m passionate about many things. Now concentrate. Bus? Plane? Train? Car? What should we do?”

“Okay, okay fine. Let’s plan this trip”, Hoseok gives in with a fond chuckle.

You spend the entire day planning and preparing for your trip to Berlin. Later that night Yoongi calls, painting the brightest smile onto your face. You end up talking until you both fall asleep. Your surprise trip to Berlin you keep from him even if it was terribly hard to do. You are oh so excited to see him again.

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The cough drop // jjk

summary: Jungkook enchants you from the second he catches your eyes from the stage of the small venue. You already know you’re gonna be falling in too deep. 

wc: 2,427

tags: jk fluff i guess idk what to call this, band au 

notes: this is way longer than i meant for it to be but it was so fun to write, also let me know if i should make it into a series??? possibly??  part 2 is here!

You had gone to a show with your friends for some unknown band. You’re sitting at a high table with your head supported by your hand; you’d had a long day at work and just wanted to go home. You stared at your untouched drink that had been set there by your friends earlier that night thinking of exactly which pyjamas you were going to change into when you got home; you couldn’t wait. Looking up, someone was already staring at you, eyes partially shielded by his drenched hair. He’s overwhelming from the second you meet eyes.

Your breath caught unexpectedly in your throat causing you to choke and cough. You feel your cheeks burning as you try to regulate your breathing. Once you find your natural state again, you glance up to see him still staring at you but his lips are curled up in a smirk. 

You try to carry on as usual for the rest of the night until it’s acceptable for you to excuse yourself to go home but you feel his eyes on you. You turn to look at him again only to discover that he’s walking in your direction, holding something in his hand. In under a second you decide to act indifferent towards him, already expecting him to pester you. When he reaches you, he taps your shoulder and holds out his hand.

“Here, you looked like you needed this earlier.” His words sound sweet but the sly smile on his face betrays him; it’s not what you were expecting.

You look down in his hand to find a cough drop. Inside, you want to laugh but you can’t give him the satisfaction. You look up with your best blank stare.

“Do you just carry these around so that you have a reason to talk to unsuspecting girls?”

The stranger laughs so loudly at that, throwing his head back and grabbing onto your table to steady himself. When he calms down, he opens the wrapper to the cough drop and pops it into his mouth. 

“No, but that was funny! I keep them for after we get off stage and my throat is scratchy,” he says with the cough drop pushed against his cheek. “What’s your name?”

You’re quiet as you try to analyze him, searching for his true intention behind talking to you. When you’re silent for a beat too long, he continues.

“I’m Jungkook, my band is the one that was playing earlier.” He looks smug, like he’s trying to impress you.

“That’s nice, Jungkook, but if you’ll excuse me I’ll be getting back to my friends now.” You say it like you mean it, but you don’t really mean it. You meet his eyes and he throws his head back again as if you’ve just said the world’s funniest joke.

“Babe, I’ve been looking at you for a while; you’re not even interested in talking to them. I thought I’d come here and offer you my companionship.” He’s still smiling and his eyes are twinkling, you can feel yourself sinking deeper into his charm.

“What makes you think I want the companionship of a stranger,” you point at him, almost poking him in the chest, then move your hand to refer to the other people sitting at your table, “over my friends?”

“Well, by the way you lost your breath when I looked at you earlier, I’d hazard a guess that you wanna talk to me.” He looks so pleased when your cheeks flame up.

“I’ll have you know that I’m getting over a cold and THAT is why I was coughing,” you say hoping he doesn’t see through your lie.

He laughs and puts his hands up, in mock defeat while reaching for something from his back pocket. He pulls out a pen and leans over to the table to scribble something on the wrapper of the cough drop. 

“Well, when you decide you want to talk to me, here’s my number,” Jungkook states while sliding the wrapper over to you.

“If. If I decide to talk to you,” you correct.

He smiles softly and shakes his head, you almost mistake it as an endeared action but you know your eyes must be deceiving you. 

“Okay, if you decide to talk to me, there it is,” Jungkook says as he’s walking backwards to get back to his table, still looking at you. 

You let out a shaky breath, glad that you’re by yourself again. Only, you think to yourself, he wasn’t as bad as you thought he’d be. You know you’ll decide to text him later but what he doesn’t know yet won’t kill him. You finally excuse yourself from your friends, eager to get home and on your drive back you can’t get Jungkook out of your head. His sparkling eyes, the piercings that line his ears, the tattoos he has on display. His image and his words are engraved in your brain.

You throw your keys onto the coffee table when you get back to your apartment and head to your room. You look at the wrapper with Jungkook’s number written on it. Trying to convince yourself that you have no idea why you took it is futile, you know exactly why you did. Against all logic, you take your phone and type a message to him.

[you]: DONT take this as me deciding to talk to you 

[you]: i was just wondering if you could tell your tall buff band member that i liked his voice

You laugh to yourself for a second before worrying he won’t get that you aren’t serious. You set your phone down and try to push down the regret that’s spreading throughout your body. Your phone dings and you reach for it immediately. 

[coughkook]: oooh :( my wounded feelings i’ll never recover

[coughkook]: i won't be tell anyone anything

[coughkook]: but

[coughkook]: you can come to our next gig and maybe i’ll let you talk to him

You roll your eyes at his last message. “Let you talk to him,” you scoff and look at your phone when it dings again.

[coughkook]: it’s next friday at 8 i’ll send the address

You don’t respond after he sends it, wanting to keep Jungkook on his toes. Truthfully, you’ve already decided to go and are drafting up an excuse to cancel the plans you had with your friends.

You don’t talk to Jungkook for the next five days, until you show up to the address he sent you. You take a seat halfway between the stage and the door and look around to find Jungkook on stage with his band members. He’s talking to the buff member you mentioned to him last week, the one you thought was cute but not nearly as enchanting as Jungkook. He spots you and leaps down the stairs of the stage, god he’s so cute.

“You came,” he says with a big, too bright smile compared to the dark atmosphere of the small venue. “We go on in like, ten minutes; I hope you’re ready to be blown away.”

You scoff and roll your eyes. Jungkook needs his ego taken down a notch or two but you still find him captivating.

“Yeah, yeah just go warm up,” you say with false annoyance and send him a small grin.

He runs back to the stage and gives you a thumbs up and that same blinding smile. Your head shakes involuntarily but in your head, you know you’re locked in for good. When the lights to the venue dim even more, you sit up straight to capture every moment of Jungkook while he’s performing. You’re not ready for the next 45 minutes you experience. Jungkook’s voice is so beautiful and so full of every emotion you can think of. You can’t look away even if you tried to. Is it the stage lights or is he actually glowing? His presence overpowers everything. The way he moves with a purpose on the stage, his hand pushing his hair out of his face every so often, his eyes locking with yours. You won’t forget any of it.

When Jungkook and his band are done, he looks to you and holds up his index finger to let you know he’ll be back in a moment. You’re thankful, you feel like you need an infinite amount of time to wrap your head around what happened enough for you to speak coherent sentences. Jungkook walks around the side of the stage and practically floats to you. As he gets closer to your table he points to a full glass of water you had ordered for him earlier with a smile and shoots his eyebrows up, as if to ask if it was for him. You motion for him to go ahead and he downs the whole glass in one go. Endearingly shaking your head at him has become second nature to you by now. He slams the glass down on the table and clears his throat.

“Well?” he asks, expectantly.

“Well what?” you reply knowing what he’s asking for but playing dumb anyway.

“Well what did you think?” you’re silent so he continues, “Of us? Of me?”

“Oh that! Yeah, it was good, I guess.” It was more than good but you don’t want to inflate his already too large ego. 

“Just ‘good’? You were on the edge of your seat the whole time! You basically fell out of the chair!” he says, exasperatedly. He narrows his eyes at you, “I see right through you, you know.”

“Yeah, whatever,” you say and hop off your chair. You push his shoulder to direct him to the table where his band members are. “Aren’t you gonna introduce me anyway?”

He groans but leads you there where he introduces you to them. It’s obvious that they’re more like friends than bandmates. There’s four in the band with him, Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin, and Seokjin, and two friends Yoongi and Taehyung. You decide within a few minutes you like them all a lot. 

“So you met Kookie at our last gig, right?” Namjoon asks. He’s the buff one.

“Ah, yeah. He bothered me until I gave in and messaged him, didn’t you ‘Kookie’? ” you joke and turn your head to see him roll his eyes and huff.

“Sounds like him, when are you gonna stop bothering strangers?” Hoseok directs to Jungkook. 

“I can’t believe you guys are actually falling for this! I had her swooning for me the second she saw me,” Jungkook retaliates.

You wish what he said wasn’t true but you know it is. And seeing him with his friends doesn’t help the growing feelings in your chest. You spend the rest of the night talking with them and learning every embarrassing piece of information you can about Jungkook, you’ll use it all later. Way too often do you lose yourself in staring at Jungkook. He’s too alluring for his own good. When the night comes to an end, Jungkook offers you a ride home. Normally, you wouldn’t accept but you couldn’t refuse the way he begged you to go with him. In the car, Jungkook complains about how you spent too much time talking to his friends rather than him.

“Wait… did you think I was there for you?” You cover your mouth in faux embarrassment to accompany your act.

Jungkook’s head turns towards you. He’s got his mouth open in shock and he’s trying to come up with words when you take pity on him.

“I’m just kidding, Jungkook. Of course I went for you. You were really good,” you flush pink as you say it but not as pink as Jungkook flushes when he hears it.

“Thank you,” he mumbles and you laugh out loud.

The rest of the ride is spent with you teasing him for getting jealous and him teasing you back for getting so caught up in watching him. Neither of you deny it because you both know you can’t. Jungkook rolls to a stop in front of your apartment building and looks at you.

“I’ll message you when I get home, okay?”

You nod and let out a breathy “okay.” You thank him and tell him goodnight and walk up the stairs to the lobby of the building. You turn to look at him and he gives you a confused look.

“Why aren’t you going in yet?” he shouts.

You laugh loudly. “I wanna watch you drive away!”

He makes a face and you giggle. 

“Get back in your car, Kookie.” You shoo him with your hand.

He laughs to himself and it's his turn to shake his head at you but he listens to your instructions anyway. You watch him drive off until you can’t. You can’t think straight so much that you might as well levitate up to your apartment. Jungkook makes you dizzy. You’re not even sure how you changed out of your clothes and got into bed with less than half a brain left. You don’t wait long for Jungkook’s message.

[coughkook]: i’m home :)

[coughkook]: thanks for coming <3

You smile to yourself and respond wasting no time.

[you]: thanks for inviting me! :)

[coughkook]: come to our next one?

[coughkook]: if you can

[coughkook]: the boys liked you, thought you were funny. they want you to come again

You roll your eyes at Jungkook’s ego again.

[you]: hmm the boys or you?

[coughkook]: the boys AND me want you to come again

Your heart beats faster in your chest. You weren’t expecting Jungkook to be so honest, so quickly. You definitely would go again, definitely will go again, actually. 

[you]: oooh you like me so much

[you]: i’ll come

[coughkook]: ugh

[coughkook]: yes but i know you like me too so we’re even

[you]: hm

[you]: that’s fine with me

[coughkook]: good

[coughkook]:i’ll text you in the morning, goodnight <3

[you]: goodnight kookie

You assume he won’t see it until morning but you send him another message anyway but you’re surprised to see that he responds immediately. Wasn’t he supposed to be asleep or could he not sleep because he was replaying every moment he had with you, the same way you were doing with him.

[you]: i wasn’t sick

[coughkook]: i know LOL you thought i was pretty didn’t you?

[you]: ugh yes but i know you think i’m pretty too so we’re even

Your face burns at Jungkook’s last message of the night. 

[coughkook]: yeah but even if we weren’t even i would still think you’re the prettiest girl i’ve seen

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[dreamcatcherjiah]

PART 10

💞Tight Hearts (Idol!Hoseok x Reader)

Plot: The red string of fate was visible when our grandparents were children. They would play around, following the strings from one person to their soulmate and laugh happily when these two people inevitably found each other. It was a reason for happiness. But little by little, people stopped seeing the threads. In bad times, it was dangerous, it was a liability, so people stopped seeing them to protect each other from harm. When I was born, nobody saw them anymore, they just felt their soulmate. Anxiety, happiness, sorrow, love, the hearts of the soulmates are one, feel the same things, but it is almost impossible to find your soulmate, now that the threads cannot be seen.

Tight Hearts Masterlist

Part 10

Organising how many cars you would take became easier as this time there were eight people to be taken to Big Hit’s headquarters. Taehyung and Jungkook had shown up in the kitchen while you were on the shower and, just as you were turning the corner into the room, finished cleaning after eating. Apparently, their routine hadn’t changed a bit with you intruding in them. After another awkward round of introductions and some whispered greetings, Namjoon took the lead again and divided everyone into pairs to get into the cars when he got the go from the manager. Hoseok, always thoughtful, had charged your phone thinking that you would like to call in sick and tell everyone you were feeling okay and you hadn’t dropped half dead in the middle of some street… Which you had, but no one needed to know the full, gory details. Smiling, you didn’t think much of it as you rolled into the balls of your feet and pressed a small kiss to the apple of his cheek. Boastful peels of laughter surrounded the both of you as his bandmates witnessed the public display of affection, causing you to blush and hide your face in your hands; getting used to this noisy group of men was going to take some getting used to, more with their new hobby of making every little thing Hoseok or you did into the funniest joke they’d ever heard. Chancing a look at your soulmate, you relaxed seeing how he had taken the loud teasing in a good-natured way and was just hugging a laughing Taehyung to his chest. The environment around these men was refreshing, calming your anxious thoughts and bringing the first real smile that your soulmate hadn’t put in your lips. 

“Will you look at that! She can smile too!” Namjoon teased, throwing an arm around your shoulders and giving you a little shake, “I was starting to think this was going to be awkward once Jin Hyung ran out of jokes to tell you, Y/N. I know they’re bad but you can stop laughing after he drops the punchline, he likes you already!”

“YA!” Screamed the eldest, “she likes my jokes! And,” he added, turning his eyes on you and seeing how you still smiled genuinely at him, “I am not running out. They’re my natural talent, I was born with both my jokes and my handsome face,” he finished taking his hand in a grand gesture to his mouth and throwing a flamboyant air kiss in yours and Namjoon’s general direction. 

Jungkook threw himself at Jin and hung himself from the bigger man like an overgrown koala. The room descended into chaos as both of them play-fought and the rest of the guys either went for their phones to record the mock wrestling match or cheered them on. In the midst of their voices and bodies, Hoseok made his way towards you and took your hand in his. His presence did a good job of getting rid of any residual uneasiness you may have been feeling, the same way yours did away with Hoseok’s nervousness. You realised that part of what you had been feeling came from the man standing slightly behind you; even before the two of you met in person, you had noticed how he’d always put on a brave front, smiling even when his whole body wanted him to collapse and, perhaps without him knowing, he had relapsed into the same old routine: mask what he was feeling behind his happy-go-lucky persona. 

“Hey,” you whispered, keeping an eye out for the other six men in the room, you didn’t need them noticing such a private moment, “relax, whatever they say there, they’re not taking me anywhere,” you noticed as his body relaxed, his shoulders dropping a few inches, as the words registered in his brain, “whatever works for us.”

With a small tilt in the corner of his mouth, his hand tightened around yours and, as the rest of his brothers calmed down and Namjoon gave the last instructions, got closer to you until not only your hands were touching, but your arms as well. You fantasised with allowing your head to rest a while on his shoulder, breathing deeply and calmly so both of you relaxed a bit before facing what felt like a court that would decide on your future. Coming back to reality, you straightened your treacherous neck, which was nearly about to give into your secret wishes, and turning your head in his direction, smiled at how he was already looking at you. His eyes formed crescents, his feet started moving and he took you, hand in hand, to the car. 

Once the car door closed behind you, Hoseok put his arm around you, helping you get comfortable against his chest so that your head rested on his shoulder. Taking a deep breath, you felt as every last cell of your body tuned itself to Hoseok’s and you could finally breath again. His hand settled atop your head, his fingers buried deep, caressing your scalp and following the tresses of your hair to return again with its sweet ministrations.

“Thank you,” whispered Hoseok.

Not wanting to move and disturb the spell surrounding you both, you only hummed and nudged your cheek closer to his collarbone, as a way of asking him what he meant.

“They love you already, Namjoonie is so comfortable around you, even Yoongi Hyung told me while you were in the shower that I had found an excellent one… That’s a lot for him to say after such a short time, you know?” His voice was quiet, almost as if he had realised something and was at peace with it, “you didn’t have to be so accommodating, so trusting, and yet here we are. Just thank you.”

Throwing your arm around his torso, you hugged him as tight as you could and moved your head so that you could see him resting your chin against his collarbone.

“I don’t know what it is, but I feel like I would trust you with my life. No questions asked,” you chuckled darkly. At his raised eyebrow, you explained, “Does it feel like that for you too? Is it as natural for you as it is for me, the fact that I could very easily die to protect you?” After his nod, you laughed and continued talking, “This would drive my parents insane, if they knew.”

“You haven’t told them yet?” He asked, his hand stilling in your head. You could see some of the previous tension sweeping back into him and you hurried to make it disappear again.

“If these feelings of inadequacy I am sensing come from you, please, believe me when I say that it has nothing to do with me not wanting them to meet you. It’s just they’re not the typical parents. They wanted me to be independent since I was very young and now we aren’t really close.”

“But Y/N, not being close and saying that they would go insane if they found out you had a soulmate are two very different things,” he said, frowning. 

You sat up, pouting and looked at him through your eyelashes. He kept eye contact with you, matching your pout and crossing his arms over his chest. Huffing, you sat back and looked ahead while you mulled over what to say to him, what to tell him so that you’d satiate his curiosity.

“You know soulmates are little more than a myth nowadays, right?” You asked, he nodded and raised his eyebrow at you, so you’d continue, “While I was still living with them, my father was very vocal about what his thoughts on the bond were, he would say that us soulmates were mere parasites and that it was all a ploy from the government to rob us of our freedom…”

An indignant little shout reached you at the same time you felt Hoseok jump and turn to face you. His face was hard, set, his lips pouting while his cheeks and ears turned red with agitation. From the moment the topic was brought up, you knew Hoseok wasn’t going to like what you had to say. Everyone, absolutely every person in the world who knew what soulmates were, had an opinion on the matter; good or bad, that usually depended on the case and the personal experiences of every individual but, more often than not, people were VERY vocal about what a pity it was that soulmates were dying out. “With technology as advanced as it is today,” they’d say, “it is just sad that a system to find linked soulmates hasn’t been developed,” with a mellow smile, they would just continue about with their days and forget about the issue altogether. Which you, soulmates, couldn’t do. 

“I do not mean to badmouth your father, but that is such a simplistic thought process,” he said, dropping back against the seats. “To think that we have a choice in the matter is just plain ludicrous, and to imply that the government is trying to control people by making them match with their soulmates just shows how little information there really is about the bond. We aren’t like that, you and I.”

He reached for you, with his eyes closed and a troubled look on his face. You simply gravitated towards him, burying yourself against his puffy jacket, linking your arms around him. He sought comfort in knowing you were there, close to him and not leaving. 

“No, we are not,” you said, tightening your hold on his torso when a wave of worry and apprehension reached you through the bond, “but people don’t really know that. We are the only pair of soulmates I know of, it kinda is uncharted territory.”

“I don’t care how little they know as long as you get to keep me,” Hoseok whispered, so softly you thought you heard him wrong.

The thought made you stop all your musings and actually think about what your soulmate said. You would have expected to say something along the lines of “I can keep you” or “we can stay together”, but the sole thought of you possessing him, Hoseok, your sweet, caring and incredibly famous soulmate, made you feel a huge lump in your throat. 

“If I get to keep you?” You asked, looking up at him and finding him already looking at you.

“I can feel your uneasiness, maybe that was way over the line…” his insecurities were rolling off of him in waves, so strong it nearly gave you whiplash. Seeing how you weren’t answering, he swallowed and continued, “you know how our life is, you’re a fan. We… don’t get to… be normal. We don’t get to go on dates, enjoy the whole “get to know you”, mainly because we never have time. And I know that’s what we wanted but this place we’re in is very lonely. When my grandmother used to tell me about soulmates she would always say how she wholly belonged to my grandfather. As a child that didn’t make much sense, but lately, when my body hurt and I felt how miserable we both were… I just wanted to be yours, to have someone that didn’t always expect me to be okay and would just allow me to be… theirs…”

Somewhere between him saying how lonely he was and telling you he was yours, you had started silently crying, big tears leaving your eyes and staining his jacket. His thumbs suddenly cleaned them off your cheeks, carefully and sweetly, transmitting an incredibly warm feeling that surrounded you both, letting you know without words how sorry he was for making you cry, for overstepping the line he had set himself as his limit. 

“I am so sorry for making you sad,” he whispered, leaving a small kiss between your eyebrows.

“So sweet but so clueless,” you hiccuped. At his pout, you chuckled and threw his arms around his neck. Once your face was hidden safely against his shoulder you told him; “I am so sorry you were feeling lonely. And you don’t have to say sorry for telling me how you feel, ever. I was just taken aback, I would have never imagined you’d want to belong to someone you just met…”

“You don’t have to say anything, I am sorry I sprung this on you,” you tightened your hold on his neck, almost chocking him and making him stop.

“I told you we’re in this together, I’ll have you if you’ll have me. That’s my condition,” his arms finally sneaked around your waist and fused your bodies together, ending with any guilt or inadequacy you may have felt.

“Thank you,” he whispered, nesting his face between your neck and your shoulder.

The rest of the trip to BigHit Headquarters passed in either companionable silence or bursts of laughter, which made time fly and, before you knew it, the cars were entering the company’s underground parking lot.

Your car’s door flew open and the maknae line piled inside, looking frantic only to leave the car as soon as they entered.

“They’re alive and decent, Hyung! We’re good to go!” Screamed Taehyung, his black hair hiding his eyebrows and drawing even more attention to his radiant square smile when he turned to continue teasing Hoseok.

As everyone left their cars and walked towards the elevators, manager Sejin hung back to give you a small plastic card with your name on it. He told you that one was provisional, you’d have to give him a recent picture and your full name so he could make one for you. He put a hand on your shoulder telling you to relax and kept walking, leaving you, Hoseok and the rest of BTS alone to ride the elevators to the CEO’s office. The rest of the managers rode together in a different elevator, leaving the eight of you alone. If someone wanted to comment on how Hoseok and you seemed to be joined at the hip, or how neither of you seemed willing to let go of each other’s hands, no one said a word. 

“We are going to be there with you both the whole time,” said Seokjin, giving you a sweet smile, “if you hear something you don’t like or don’t agree with, don’t be afraid to speak up. We’ll all back you up.”

“But,” you doubted, until Hoseok tightened his hold on your hand to let you know it was okay, “won’t you get in trouble with the company?”

Jin huffed and looked at you as if you were the most innocent person in the world.

“I…” he started.

“DON’T FOLLOW WHAT THE AGENCY SAYS,” completed the rest of the men, as if they were so used to hearing that same sentence that they couldn’t help completing it themselves.

It served you all to relief the tension as you all dissolved into peals of laughter and you let yourself rest against Hobi’s body. His warmth was a balm for your nerves and, as the door opened to ease you all into the big hall, you felt so much more supported than you had ever felt in your life. These seven tall men, would have your back.

Nocking on the light wooden door and being allowed in, you followed Namjoon and Hoseok and found yourself face to face with a small, smiling woman who wrapped her arms around your shoulders. After a few seconds you realised the woman was Hoseok’s mother, his father and sister standing a bit behind the woman hugging you, next to a bigger man that can’t be any other than Bang PDnim. They smiled at you and Hoseok’s father neared him to give him a light slap on the shoulder.

“Welcome,” said the CEO to all standing, “I thought we’d be more comfortable sitting on the sofas, I prepared some light sweets in case you haven’t had any breakfast,” he focused now on you and smiled. “It’s so nice to meet finally meet you, Y/N. I was so sorry not to meet you yesterday, but I thought it would be better to let you rest. Please sit down and we’ll talk for a bit, then you’ll go with the boys so they show you around and practice for an hour or two. Is that alright?” He asked the rest of the room. When he got a positive answer out of them, he stirred them in the direction of a set of comfortable looking couches at the side of the room.

Hoseok’s mother sat next to you, leaving the other side free so Hoseok could sit next to you, placing your joined hands on his thigh.

“Y/N dear, how did you sleep, you look so refreshed, your cheeks look so lovely blushed!” You laughed and thank the woman, “call me Eomoni, dear”, you wouldn’t tell her your cheeks looked red because her son and you had had a heart to heart in the car, as it seemed was your thing these days, and you had cried your eyes out. 

“These two couldn’t stay more than a couple feet apart, eomoni,” said Jimin, “so I offered them my bed so they could keep their distance.”

“Yeah, ‘cause yesterday they would go ‘woohoo’ if they touched,” laughed Jungkook, around a mouthful of banana cake.

Remembering the terrible bumbling messes the both of you became the prior day, your whole face turned beet red and you hid your face against Hoseok’s shoulder.

“As you can see,” added Yoongi, “they don’t start drooling when they touch anymore.”

Another fit of laughter raised from the group and your soulmate’s hand caressed the crown of your head as his body shook in silent laughter.

Bang PDnim took control of the ruckus and got all eyes focused on him again.

“First of all I want to welcome you again to the family, Y/N. We are here for you in any capacity, to help and support both you and Hoseok, but you are free to look for outside consultants if you want to for any legal matter. The only thing we ask of you is to sign a Non-Disclosure Agreement that you will write with Hoseok and your lawyer, then we will look it over and sign as well,” he waited to see if you had any objection and seeing you didn’t, he continued, “For the time being, we would like you both to visit a doctor so you will be able to go about your everyday life once the bond allows you to be apart…”

“NO!” You shouted, putting yourself between Hoseok and the older man, without thinking. Silence reigned in the room after your outburst, “You’re not going to take him from me, are you? Please, I’ll do anything.”

So focused on Bang PDnim you were that you didn’t see the softening glances of the people around the room, how Namjoon looked down and smiled, letting his dimples show, how Hoseok’s sister smiled at their father and how Jimin and Tae laughed silently. Hoseok was looking at you as if it was his first time seeing you, his eyes never deviating from the little portion of your face he could see and nearly not daring to breath.

“No one is tearing you two apart, Y/N. Our top priority is the wellbeing of the boys and, even if we didn’t care about you, which we do, we would never do something that could make them unhappy,” said the older man, allowing your lungs to release the air they were holding. You relaxed against Hoseok, finally dropping your head on his shoulder. The room then broke into soft conversations, Bang PDnim talking to Hoseok’s parents, the boys unknowingly giving you guys your space. Since you were looking out of a huge window to the side, you didn’t see the look in Hoseok’s eyes as he held you closer to him and kissed the crown of your head.

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[taetaesbaebaepsae]

BTS You’re Pregnant (and unmarried) Reaction

Warnings: a little angst, some talk about whether to keep the baby (not much), smut includes breeding kink ofc, body worship, etc Word Count: 2486

Seokjin

You tell him in a rush, that you've taken five tests and you can't get false positives anyway and you know this is bad timing and oh god, you're rambling.

He just looks at you, blinking rapidly. "It… It's mine?"

Your heart drops to your toes before anger floods through you.

"What the fuck did you just ask me?"

"No! No wait I'm sorry, take that back." Seokjin makes an exaggerated fishing reel motion and usually that would make you laugh but you just stare at him stonily.

You wipe angrily at your eyes and he moves closer to you on the couch.

"Don't cry, sweetheart, I'm sorry. I was just...I was surprised."

"Yeah, me too! Of course it's yours, you jerk, I can't believe you asked me that."

"I am a jerk," he agrees, pulling you into his lap.

You bury your face in his chest, hiccuping sobs. 

"Such a jerk," he murmurs, rubbing circles on your back. "Of course it's mine, because you're mine and everything's gonna be okay. No matter what you decide, we'll get through it, yeah?"

It's easier after that, Seokjin indulges your every food craving, getting up to cook for you at 2am if you decide you need it.

At the first ultrasound, he’s cracking jokes and making you laugh but when the heartbeat starts up he just goes really quiet.

“Jinnie?” You call softly.

When he takes your hand, his is shaking a bit and when you look up at him, he’s crying these big tears.

“We should get married,” he says, and you hit him with the heel of your hand.

“You can’t propose to me when I’m in stirrups on a fucking metal bed, Seokjin!”

He just gives you this dashing smile, so you roll your eyes and say yes.

He becomes fascinated with how full your breasts are getting, loves cupping them in his hands, how extra sensitive your nipples get when he runs his tongue over them, how they turn a duskier color after a few months.

They just keep getting fuller over the coming months and the way you start filling out your shirts makes him crazy.

When you complain about how much weight you're gaining he scoffs, makes you all your favorites, makes a point to kiss every part of you that night in bed.

Yoongi

He’s quiet for a long moment after you tell him, looking down at his hands in his lap. When he does speak, his tone is soft and calm.

“Are you...are you going to keep it?”

Your mouth drops open a bit, and when he looks up at you his eyes go wide and he fumbles for your hand.

“No, no, that’s not how I meant it. I mean, do you want to keep it?”

“Do you want to keep it?”

His throat works and he looks away from you again.

“I...you’re not supposed to ask me that. It’s your body and you-”

“I’m asking if you want to have a family with me, Yoongi.”

He meets your eyes and his are big and wet.

“I would very much like to have a family with you, Y/n.”

Then you’re crying and he’s crying and you end up having to go throw up because you have morning sickness and you’re very emotional but he just sits behind you and rubs your back and you think you’re glad if this happened it was with him.

He’s perfect, really, spends all his extra time with you, doesn’t stay too late at the studio, brings you the chocolates you’ve been craving home when he comes in so much that you tell him you’ll gain too much weight.

He makes the funniest face at you, like he’s offended and appalled that you’d ever suggest that as a possibility, and it makes you laugh so hard you almost pee on yourself because man you have to do that a lot now that you’re pregnant.

And the sex ramps up to an almost intimidating degree.

Yoongi can't get enough of how juicy your pussy is, how your taste changes just slightly and his face is buried between your thighs as often as you'll let him.

He loves how fast he can make you cum now, how you’re so sensitive and he’s always trying to coax one more orgasm out of you.

“You can, I know it, you’re so good, baby, just one more,” with his fingers buried inside you, crooking up just like you like until you’re muffling your shouts with the pillow until your face turns red.

Once you have the ultrasound, the records the heartbeat with his phone, uses it in tracks as a backbeat, he’s so proud even if he can’t tell his fans he wants it in here somewhere.

Hoseok

You show him the pregnancy test and his mouth drops open slightly.

“Are you sure?”

You wave the stick at him. “Hoseok, I just showed you the thing, this is the third test.”

“No, I mean-” he stops, takes a long breath, starts again. “I mean, are you sure you want this? Like, with me?”

“What do you mean, with you?”

“I mean, I’m not-” he mumbles, and you stop him with a hand over his mouth.

“Don’t do that. Don’t do this I’m not enough for you speech because you’re amazing and I love you so much. I want to have this baby. I want to have your baby.”

“Yeah?” His voice is shaky when you remove your hand, and you climb into his lap and everything seems so much easier than when you were anxiously waiting to see him, to tell him everything.

He proposes before the first ultrasound, and of course you say yes.

The first time the baby moves, he’s lying behind you with his arm wrapped around you and his hand on your belly and he yells so loud when the baby kicks at his palm that you almost fall off the bed.

You don’t stop laughing until he’s got his hand back on your belly, all misty eyed.

“Do it again, yeah?”

At the sound of his voice, you feel a tiny little bump again, and he just bursts into tears.

He’s fascinated by the way your body changes while you’re pregnant, loves how adorable you look in overalls with your baby bump.

Sex turns into this all night affair, hours and hours because he keeps going on and on about how much hotter your cunt is now, how your skin in general feels hotter and smoother and he just can’t shut up about it.

“You’re so hot, Y/n, fuck-like...you’ve always been hot, but now it’s like, literally-” He babbles, buried inside you.

“Hoseok, please, please move,” you plead, pushing back against him.

When you turn your head to look at him he’s smirking at you. “But I like it when you beg.”

At the 20 week ultrasound he can’t stop smiling and asking questions, you’re anxious because you want to make sure it’s okay.

“Of course they’re okay. They’re ours, right? They’ll be wonderful.”

Namjoon

He just stares at you for what seems like an inordinately long time.

“Joon?”

“Um, so, like, is this...a good thing? Are we happy?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Yes, I’m happy.”

He heaves a big relieved sigh and wraps you in his arms.

“Then it’ll be okay. Everything will be okay.”

You feel better instantly, less anxious with his arms around you.

He’s fascinated with everything about your pregnancy, keeps reading facts on the internet and asking you questions that are increasingly more gross.

“Is your discharge different because that can mean-”

“Kim Namjoon we are not talking about my discharge.”

“Yeah but what if-”

“No.”

“Also, I read that-”

“Joonie, I swear to God I’m gonna take away your phone and your computer if you don’t stop.”

He leans down to kiss your belly every time he comes in the door.

It becomes this ritual, to kiss your belly every time he sees you and you can’t help but smile.

You don’t ever have a second to feel insecure about your changing body because he worships you in bed, even more so than before.

He can't believe how much more responsive you are, how a single drag of his fingers up your side has your nipples peaked, your skin flushed.

“You look so pretty like this, baby, so easily worked up.”

Namjoon talks to the baby constantly, about everything and nothing, just like he does to you, in this low, calm voice, and sometimes you fall asleep and when you wake he’s still talking, telling the baby things, and it makes your heart swell with love.

Jimin

He covers his face with his hands immediately when you tell him, and you’re worried.

You worry your lip between your teeth. “Jimin?

After a long moment you take his hands from his face.

He’s crying, these big fat tears, and you don’t know what it means until he wraps his arms around you.

“Jagi, we made a baby?”

You melt, kissing all over his face.

“We did.”

He’s so happy, and you hadn’t expected that he would be, thought maybe he’d be anxious about it.

He loves your baby bump so much, all but squeals with happiness when it starts showing under your clothes, keeps a hand on your belly at all times, sitting on the couch, in bed, at a restaurant.

He doesn’t want to miss a single kick while he’s home with you.

Jimin's favorite thing about your pregnancy is how you want him all the time, constantly, pulling him into a passionate kiss the second he walks into the room, pulling him down on the bed as he laughs into your mouth. 

He wants you naked in bed at night so he can trail his hands along your skin.

He just keeps trailing his fingers along your skin, so light it’s maddening, and you’re getting wetter and wetter and pleading but he’s just talking softly, taking his time.

“You’re glowing, jagiya. You’re so bright all full with our baby. It makes you mine, you know? You’re both mine.”

Eventually, you lean up to drag him down for a kiss and usually that does it, makes him slide inside you and finally give you what you want.

When you have Braxton Hicks contractions and it’s way too early, he’s as stoic as he can be, holding your hand, but when it’s over and they tell you it’s not labor he’s so relieved there are tears streaming down his face.

He just loves you so much, and he’s glad there’s this product of your love, he’s so proud and wishes he could show it to the world.

Taehyung

It’s way more simple than you thought, telling Taehyung about the baby. 

You’re a bit worried, he can be a bit standoffish, especially when he’s stressed, and you feel vulnerable and hormonal

That boxy smile is there immediately, tears welling in his eyes.

“I”m so happy! Are you happy? You’re happy, yeah?”

Yeontan comes running up and he tells him he’s going to have a brother or sister, it’s so cute you want to yell.

“I should quit.” He says, suddenly.

“You should what?”

“I should quit! I can’t be away all the time when you’re pregnant, you need me here for all the doctor’s appointments and so I can see you grow-”

He’s already dialing his manager before you can stop him.

It’s rough, that fight, the argument about how he shouldn’t make a snap decision, especially before the baby is born, but in the end, he just wants to provide for you and make you happy, so he acquiesces. 

He’s just in the best mood after, even when you’re snappy because of the hormones he just tells you that you’re right even if you’re irrational.

Taehyung kisses the pregnancy line on your belly, runs his fingers over it. 

Thinks it's just so cute when your bellybutton pops.

When you complain about how your body is changing he doesn't know how to tell you that your growing belly makes him want you so much, how sexy he finds you glowing with his baby.

It ends up coming out in dirty talk, and his low voice in your ear sends you over the edge.

You’re too pregnant for most all positions so he’s fucking you while you’re lying down, spooned behind you.

“You’re so fucking sexy this way, all full of my baby, wish you could always look like this. You’re already pregnant but I want to fill you with  my cum anyway, keep you dripping with me, yeah?”

The first ultrasound he gets so many pictures you feel like the doctor’s office is probably going to charge extra for printer ink, hands them out to all the other boys, pastes them on the refrigerator like the baby is anything more than a peanut.

Jungkook

He doesn’t react the way you think he will. 

His eyes widen just a bit.

“Ah, we’re happy, yeah?” He says finally, and you laugh a little.

“Yeah, we’re happy.”

He nods vigorously. “Good. Good, we’re happy.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Are you not happy?”

He takes your hands in his. 

“I’m happy.”

He’s freaking out. 

You know it but he won’t say it, he’s way too quiet and he keeps doing the most extra things.

When you say you want to take a bath, offhand, he goes to run it for you and then picks you up to carry you to it.

He’s extra protective in public, one hand on your lower back everywhere you go, shielding you with his body from anyone on the street.

“Are you okay with all of this?” You ask, finally.

“What? Of course I am.”

He’s asking Namjoon for advice, texting him all hours of the night.

One night when you look over, you see what if I’m a bad father?

Your heart cracks and you tug at his arm.

“You’re going to be the best dad,” you tell him.

He kisses you so softly. “I love you so much.”

It isn’t as if you’ve ever had trouble in bed, but there’s something about pregnancy sex that really gets you.

Jungkook loves how your hips get wider, how your ass fills out, and as much as he loves to see your face he's delighted that when your belly is too big for missionary he gets to fuck you from behind, grab your hips with his hands and watch your ass jiggle with every thrust.

He tries not to show it, but you know he’s nervous at the ultrasound, he’s bouncing his knee and there’s worry around his eyes.

When everything’s okay with the baby, he relaxes, stops squeezing your hand so tightly.

He keeps a picture of the ultrasound in his wallet, looks at it when he feels down or misses you both too much when he’s away.

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[koos-euphoria]

hii can i request a bts reaction to any of the following:gf having a high sex drive/gf being tall and foreign/upset she doesn't fit in/gf having a dirty sense of humor/speaking in her mother tongue for the first time?thank youuu

I did dirty sense of humour! Hope that’s okay!

Kim Seokjin:

This tips of his ears turn red as he processes the dirty words that fall from your pretty lips. He couldnt help but become shy, not expecting you to have that kind of sense of humour, as you seem so innocent, he smiles anyway and fires a few jokes of his own back anyway.

“*gasp* and here I was thinking you were innocent”

Min Yoongi:

You could see the corner of his mouth slightly lift up as the joke fell from your mouth. He looked down to the floor as if to hide that fact. Once he lifts his head up again his face comes back passive as he raises an eyebrow at you, almost challenging you to do better.

“That was awful y/n you must have something better”

Jung Hoseok:

His hand flies to cover your mouth drastically. Eyes wide as the crude words float around his mind. Slowly he lets go as he holds his breath, preparing himself to hear the rest of the joke.

“Y/n! You- no- I thought you are an angel”

Kim Namjoon:

He wasn’t expecting it, so the words didn’t truely sink in for a second. But when it does he chokes on his drink, having to place it down quickly and grab a napkin as he stares at you with wide eyes, before laughing lightly.

“Well, that was a good one baby, but you almost made me drown myself”

Park Jimin:

His eyes looked at you, as the words fell from your lips. Was he expecting that kind of joke to come from your mouth? No. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it. He smirks as he moves closer, telling you his own joke back.

“I didn’t know you were so naughty baby”

Kim Taehyung:

Taehyung cant hold back his laugh, thinking it’s the funniest thing when he hears the joke fall from your lips. He wasn’t expecting it which makes it even better.

“Wow Jagi, that was a good one!”

Jeon Jungkook:

Jungkook’s cheeks flush as he realises how crude your joke was. You both were having a joke competition, not expecting to go this route. But nonetheless he fires a just as crude joke back.

“I-um, okay, my turn”

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#bts imagine #bts smut #bts reaction #Seokjin smut #Yoongi smut #Hoseok smut #Namjoon smut #Jimin smut #taehyung smut #Jungkook smut

[tbtssstuff]

BTS reaction to be jealous of a fictional character

+RE-UPLOAD+

AN: Just some cute boys jealous over fictional people. I feel like gamer boyfriends go through this a lot. Ik I would (If I had a girlfriend or boyfriend (╥﹏╥) ) if my s/o wouldn’t pay attention to me.

Masterlist

-TJ / TacoAdmin 🌮

Jin (Anna and the French Kiss by. Stephanie Perkins)

Jin walked in to find you curled up on the couch with a book in your hand. He was intrigued by the way you giggled and squealed.

“Yah (Y/N), I could hear you from the kitchen. What are you reading?”

You closed the book and held it close to your chest, smiling fondly.

“Well if you MUST know, it’s a book I read a lot back in high school. The main guy, St. Clair, has to be the cutest and funniest guy ever!” You said happily ignorant of your boyfriend’s feelings.

“I thought I was that guy! I’m Worldwide Handsome!”

You were stunned. Was he jealous of a… fictional character? The pout he wore gave you your answer. You bit your lip to try and suppress a laugh and got up to walk to him.

“Jinnie,” you cupped his face in your hands, “you will forever and ALWAYS be my #1, okay?”

You pecked his lips and he smiles, seemingly content with your response.

“But St. Clair is funnier than you. I’m sorry.”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN!?”

Namjoon (Friends)

You and Namjoon were cuddling on the couch for your annual binge session of Friends. While watching you noticed that Namjoon had become increasingly quieter.

That wasn’t like him.

He’d usually chuckle at stupid jokes or at least commented on something by now. By the time the episode was over you grabbed the remote to stop it before the next one played.

“Okay Joon, what’s going on?”

He looked at you, confused. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve barely said anything during the last few episodes. Everything okay?”

He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to figure out the best way to get out of this, but it didn’t work. You knew him like the back of your hand.

“Joonie.” You leaned on his shoulder and looked at him with puppy eyes, knowing it was his weakness. He sighed knowing he was defeated.

“I… didn’t like the way you were staring at Joey.”

You couldn’t help but bust out laughing. Was he being for real right now?

“I it’s not funny (Y/N)!”

After a few minutes you calmed down and then hopped into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissed his lips. He instantly relaxed and began kissing you back. You slowly pulled away from him to look into his eyes.

“You do know that I love you right?” He nodded. “And that Matt LaBlanc is WAY older than me, I mean don’t get me wrong he’s still good looking.”

He glared and you quickly added, “Not that I’m looking!”

There was an awkward second, but he remained silent.

“But Joey Tribbiani is a fictional character and you have something he doesn't have.”

His eyebrow quirked. “And what is that?”

You smirked leaning forward a bit. “An amazing partner named (Y/N).”

He laughed and wrapped his arms around your waist. You two spent the rest of the night like that. Making jokes and enjoying each other.

Yoongi (Marvel)

“Man if I could kiss Iron Man I would.”

You commented while you and the boys were watching the first Avengers. Iron Man had just fallen from the sky and Hulk yelled to wake him up.

“Imagine the way his facial hair must feel while kissing you.” Jungkook laughed along with you. He was always the best Marvel movie buddy, putting up with your stupid antics and comments during the movie.

The rest of the boys remained quiet and slightly scared. They all knew about Yoongi’s crush on you and the comment about the playboy millionaire in red and gold armor caused his mood to change.

Not that you noticed.

You never did.

He just got up and walked off, making a comment about going to the bathroom. Ten minutes passed, you guys started the next movie and he still wasn’t back.

“Hey I’m going to check on Yoongi.” You got up and walked towards the bathroom.

“Yoongi?”

There was no response.

Then you noticed his studio light on. He had skipped out on movie night! Rude! If he didn’t want to join he could have just said so!

You stomped over to the door, entered the code he gave you, and barged in.

“Min Yoongi!”

He jumped slightly at the loud noise and turned around. “(Y/N)? What are you doing here?”

“Real question is why are YOU here? It’s movie night Yoongs and if you didn’t want to join you could have said so.” You crossed your arms and pouted. “You didn’t just have to up and leave. I got really lonely without you.”

His eyebrows raised in surprise. “You missed me?”

You nodded, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

“Maybe if you missed me you wouldn’t be imagining kissing someone else.”

Wait what? Did Yoongi really just say that? It almost sounded as if he was..

“Yoongi are you jealous?”

A little bit of hope sparked in your heart. You had the BIGGEST crush on Yoongi since Jimin introduced you almost a year ago. Could this be your chance?

He scoffed and got up from his chair, “No way.”

Or not.

“So you didn’t care about me wanting to kiss Tony Stark?”

“No, he’s a fictional character. Why would you kiss him when you could kiss me? An actual person here in the flesh.” His sudden boldness made you flush more.

“K kiss you?”

You cursed yourself for stuttering, but you couldn’t help the way he made you feel.

He closed the distance between you and lightly touched your cheek. “Yeah me. I guess now is a good time as ever, but I like you (Y/N). Like more than a friend and probably more than I should.”

You smiled, throwing your arms around his chest. “I like you too, Yoongi. I have for a long time.” After hearing that he couldn't help but smile and lift your head up to finally kiss you. After a bit you slowly pulled apart. “It’s still cute you were jealous though.” You smirked and poked his nose, earning a groan from him.

Hobi (Assassin's Creed Odyssey. Not really the guy in it but the game in general)

Hoseok’s head rested on your lap as you were playing your game. This was a normal thing for him and you.

You really wanting to beat this boss and him wanting attention after not seeing each other for a while.

“Can you put that down and pay attention to your boyfriend?” He looked up at you with the cutest puppy eyes and a pouty lip, but nothing seemed to pull your attention away from the screen.

“Five more minutes sunshine, I promise we can cuddle all you want after.”

Yeah he heard that ten minutes ago.

He liked how passionate you are about this, but damn it he wanted his kisses and your fingers running along his scalp!

“You said that ten minutes ago.” He got up off your lap and went to the corner of the couch, cuddling a pillow.

“I start to think you like this game more than me.” You paused your game and looked at him.

You were about to deny that claim very seriously and risk the chance at starting an argument, but seeing his cute face you decided not to and just put your controller down.

“Hobi~”

He didn’t look at you, continuing to pout.

“Sunshine~”

Calling him by his favorite nickname made him turn to you. He smiled brightly to see you laying back on the arm of the couch and your arms open wide for him.

Hoseok instantly threw himself into your arms, his face nuzzling your neck. You held him close and ran your hands through his hair, instantly relaxing him. He was so cute being jealous over a video game.

Jimin (Pokemon)

“I’m cuter than these.”

Jimin picked up the Pikachu and Evie plushies on your bed. The random comment while you were both getting ready for his award show threw you off.

“Umm what?” You glanced at him in the mirror.

“These plushies. I’m cuter.”

“Okay?”

You really couldn’t tell where this was coming from, especially because he bought you the plushies.

“Where is this coming from Chim?”

He stuck out his lip and plopped down on your bed. “I just wish you would cuddle me more instead of fictional plushies.”

You sighed and turned to him.

“Jimin we don’t have time for this, we are already late and you haven’t even put on your tux!”

“But I’m cuddly and lonely!”

Rolling your eyes you got up and went to stand beside him. The only way to get through to this gigantic man child was for you to give him what he wanted… sort of.

You bent down to run your fingers through his hair making him turn to nuzzle further into you. “Chimmy baby.”

He opened his eyes and hummed in response.

“If you get ready now I’ll make sure to give you all the cuddles when we get back… maybe more if you're good.”

You winked at him and went back to getting ready, but not before hearing your boyfriend jump off his bed and rushed to the closet to get dressed.

Taehyung (My Hero Academia)

Watching anime was something you and Taehyung liked to do together. Even if he had already watched the series, he would sit you down and re-watch everything.

For him it was an excuse to spend more time with you, his crush since the day you two met. He made his feeling super obvious, but you just thought he was naturally clingy and a sweet talker. It never occurred to you that he would like you.

Now it was Friday night, the boys were out on the town and it was just the two of you in the dorms with anime and popcorn.

“Today we will start an anime I’ve been really into lately.”

He smiles his signature boxy smile that made your heart flutter.

Tae reached for the computer and booted up the first episode of My Hero Academia.

“You ready for this ride?” He asked settling into the couch, put his arm around you for optimal cuddles, and pulled the blanket up to cover you two.

You snuggled into his side and nodded.

3 episodes later and you were hooked. Already sitting on the edge of the couch, staring intently at the computer screen, and out of Taehyung’s arms.

You had moved away from him about halfway through the 2nd episode and he couldn’t help but pout.

Again not that you noticed though.

As the episode ended you turned to talk to Taehyung about it, but noticed his arms were crossed over his chest and hip lower lip was sticking out in a pout.

“What’s wrong Tae?”

“My cuddle buddy left me for the show.”

You laughed at his childish jealousy. How can one man be so cute?

“I’m sorry Tae. Here let me make it up to you.” You crawled back to him and grabbed his arms, manually unfolding them enough for you to snuggle back into his side, your head on his chest.

He blushed at your sudden boldness but quickly held you close and made sure you didn’t move again during the next few episodes.

Jungkook (Overwatch)

“Kookie!!”

Your boyfriend has been sitting at the computer for hours playing Overwatch. You knew it was his favorite game, but he had promised you date night since he had to cancel the last 2 dates. “

Just one more level (Y/N) we are almos- OH COME ON!”

You rolled your eyes at him and sat on his bed. After 5 more minutes you had given up trying to get him to come to date night and went to watch him play instead.

You never really understood Overwatch, but that’s because you weren’t the best at first person shooters. You did like the characters though.

McCree was hot.

You hummed appreciatively as you saw him run across the screen and it didn’t take long for Jungkook to see you staring at the screen with heart eyes. He stuck his tongue in his cheek and paused the game.

“Why did you pause?”

“Didn’t I say we were doing date night?” Jungkook shut off his computer, got up and started for the bathroom leaving you confused.

“I mean… yeah but your game.”

“And have you gawk at McCree? No thank you. You are my girlfriend.” And with that he left and you were still so confused.

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[honeytae]

I adore you.

!!!!namjoon comfort ahead!!!!

alright, this is my first attempt at writing with prompts!! it’s an angst fluff just about you having a rough time and joonie helping you through it, because, surprise! he loves you. this is extremely based on my own life and i really wish namjoon could comfort me, as everyone on the planet probably does, as well.

genre: angst, fluff fluff fluff

warnings: depressing thoughts, nothing too heavy, just some self doubt. i’m also relatively new at writing so this could suck.

1.9k words (whew)

“I’m worried about you.” and “I think I’m in love with you.”

As Namjoon walked up to your apartment building, he felt the worry bubble up in his throat. After getting a distressed text message from you earlier in the day, something about your friends being assholes, he couldn’t get any more information out of you. You’d started to not respond to his texts or calls, sending him into a fit of panic.

Yoongi had noticed the anxious pinch of Namjoon’s eyebrows hours ago. When he inquired about what his younger friend was thinking about, Namjoon blurted out some lame excuse about being tired to his older friend, Yoongi waving him off and dismissing him with a mumbled “see you tomorrow” hearing the click of the door shut before he could even finish his words.

As he headed over to your apartment, guilt, worry, sadness, and fear invaded him. You and Namjoon had been dating for only a month, and he’d never been ignored by you before. It was strange and unlike you. He knew how sensitive you were deep down, despite you always brushing off your emotions. You always seemed strong to him but he often wondered just how much you hid your feelings from him. He’d seen touches of your sensitive side, so he knew it was there. You just preferred not to get too vulnerable.

Now as he turned the handle of your apartment complex door, he just wanted to get to you as soon as possible and make sure you were okay.

As he unlocked the door to your apartment with the key in the mail box you had pointed out to him for “emergencies”, he opened the door and swiftly shut it behind him.

Alerting you to his presence, he called out a timid “Baby? I’m here, where are you?”

hearing a weak “Bedroom” from you, he sprinted down the hall to your bedroom.

Walking through the doorway of your room, his eyes fell on the most devastating sight he had ever seen. It was you. With your knees curled into your chest, your arms locked around them. Your hair was disheveled, cheeks wet with tears and eyes red and swollen. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth and you looked down in shame as soon as you felt Namjoon’s presence in the room. You didn’t want him seeing you like this.

Namjoon took long strides to walk over to your place on the floor. He sat down next to you and in a silent understanding, placed the palm of his hand on your hair, gently pushing to guide your face to his shoulder. Quickly following his lead, you crawled into his lap, shoving your face into his neck as you felt his arms envelope you, connecting at your spine.

He pressed gentle kisses to your head, craning his head at an entirely awkward angle that was probably very uncomfortable for him, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to be there for you and help you with whatever you were dealing with.

“What’s wrong, my sweet girl? Huh? Who’s ass do I have to kick?” he said softly into the crown of your head, feeling you lightly chuckle at the thought of your snuggly warm boyfriend even attempting to do such a thing as that.

He smiled as you came out of the crook of his neck, hoping you would open up and let him into your thoughts.

“It’s stupid, Joon..”he hears you whisper, as he strokes your cheeks in a way to soothe the tears off your face.

He exhales, brushing your hair back behind your ears as he offers a gentle touch to your nose, booping it in an attempt to make the curve of your lips go up again.

“It’s never stupid if it upsets you, Baby. Can you tell me what’s wrong so I can make it better? Please? I’m worried about you.” He’s pouting now, practically begging for you to break that wall down.

You opt for reaching your fingers up to his soft tendrils of dark hair, twisting it around your fingers and threading your hands through it in a desperate attempt to get your mind off of your thoughts. He let you; encouraged it, actually. He let out soft hums, knowing that in this silence, you were mulling over the thoughts in your head and getting what you wanted to say prepared before you actually opened up. He’d wait. He’d wait forever if he had to. But luckily, after about five minutes, you were ready.

“I trust you, you know that? it’s not that I don’t trust you enough to open up to you. It’s just instinctual, I guess. I’d do it with anyone..but I shouldn’t keep you in the dark, and I know that.” you inhaled a shuttered breath, Namjoon bringing one of your hands down from his hair to intertwine his fingers with yours, placing soft kisses to your knuckles as he stared into your eyes, wanting to give you a soft affirmation that he was hanging onto every word and to keep going.

“I think too much. I go into these spaces where I don’t have anything else to distract myself with, so I start thinking about anything. Everything.” Another tear drops from your eye, Namjoon quickly swiping it with his thumb of the hand that wasn’t rubbing circles into the back of your hand and leaning forward, pressing a soft kiss to your eyelid. The endearing action made your face scrunch up in tears again, breaking out into a soft sob that absolutely broke Namjoon’s heart. A deep frown and crinkle between his eyebrows set onto his face, hating seeing you so upset. He felt helpless. He squeezed your hand in his, pressing tender kisses to your wet temple as he nuzzled his cheek against yours.

He heard a crackled “I’m so sorry. I don’t deserve you, Joonie” that had his heart stopping, quickly leaning back and ducking down to look you in the eye.

“Hey, none of that now. You’re everything to me, I just wanna make sure you’re okay. And it’s okay if you’re not okay right now, I just want to help make you feel better. You’re my girl..I’m always gonna stand with my girl.”

His words soothed you as your breath evened out. You looked into his eyes, seeing nothing but genuine care and concern for you.

“I feel hated by everyone sometimes. Some days I just feel tolerated. I know people would prefer if I just went away, so I try to stay cooped up here so I don’t have to bother anyone with my presence. Certain things people say or do trigger this big emotional breakdown that you’ve experienced..I’m really sorry, I’m usually so good about keeping this to myself and not bothering others with it. It’s my shit, I can deal with it, I-“

Your rant was cut off as your boyfriend slotted his lips to yours, soothing the raw teeth marks on yours with his soft warm lips in a desperate attempt to let you know what he was feeling.

Breaking apart from you with soft pants escaping his lips, you stared back at him with incredulous wide eyes. His face was 100% serious as he maintained eye contact with you, hands clutching your shoulders to steady you as your body was weak from the tears it had exuded.

“My love, my sweet girl. You’re such a light in every room you walk into. I hate that you feel this way. You’re the funniest, smartest, most beautiful and caring person I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting, much less dating. It’s a privilege to be in your life. You’re my entire world, you’re my rock, I adore you. And to see you so upset, it’s breaking my heart. And to know it’s over something so..so wrong..you could never be a bother to anyone. And if other people are making you feel that way, maybe they just don’t deserve to be in your life. Baby, have I ever made you feel that way?” his words hang off in a question, fear in his eyes at the mere thought of ever making you feel insignificant in his life. You eagerly shook your head no, muttering out a “You’re perfect, Joonie.” At your reassurance, he kisses the knit between your eyebrows.

“I can’t stand to see you so sad, but I love that you opened up to me and I appreciate it, Baby. I really do.” He wanted to make his appreciation clear, in hopes that you’d keep your wall down with him in the future.

He shifted you off of his lap, instead tugging your hand to make you stand up and leading you over toward your bed. He gently laid you down, laying down next to you himself, before pulling you on top of him so you were straddling his waist. He guided your back down to lay your chest against his.

He reached for your hand, placing it on his chest so that you could feel his heart beat. “You feel that?” he looked at you fondly as you nodded, seeing a slight upturn of your mouth as you felt his heart pulse below your hand.

“That’s just for you.” He strokes the back of your head, lightly massaging your scalp in an attempt to further calm you down.

After a few moments of silence, you lifted your head up from his chest to meet his eyes; they had never left you. As you continued studying his features with your still slightly swollen eyes jumping around his face, Joon inquisitively raised an eyebrow.

“What are you thinking about, my love?” he said softly, reaching his hand up to cup your chin and affectionately squish your cheek in his palm.

You hesitated before uttering a slow and firm “I think I’m in love with you.”

Namjoon broke out into a bashful smile, eyes turning to crescents and trying to hide his shy expression behind his hand. Recovering after a slight falter, he quirked his eyebrow, bringing his hand from his face to your back, lightly trailing up and down your spine with his fingers.

“Well, you wanna know something? I know I’m in love with you.”

Your cheeks broke out in a fiery blush, heat almost unbearable on your cheeks as you processed his words.

Namjoon chuckled as he pulled you further up his body so that your face was centimeters away from his own, brushing his nose against yours as he watched you flustered over him and his words.

You sighed out an “oh, Joonie. You always know how to get me, huh?” he pressed sweet kisses onto your lips, one, two, three, four, before peppering soft pecks all over your face.

You giggled and his heart fluttered as he heard you state soft, “I love you”s in response to his kisses.

“And I love you, sweet pea. I just want to make you feel loved.”

You pressed him against the mattress as you straddled his waist, melding your lips with his as you deeply kissed him, getting intoxicated off the taste of each other.

You pulled away for a moment, Namjoon attempting to chase after your lips in a desperate attempt to reconnect them, blushing when he realized that you’d seen him do something so needy.

“Thank you for loving me.” you said softly, wanting him to know how much you appreciated him being there with you. Namjoon’s doe eyes softened even more, lips forming a tiny pout and he sat up and placed his forehead to yours. “And thank you for loving me. I wouldn’t want to love anyone else, Baby.” he lightly brushed the tip of his nose with yours.

After all, Namjoon just wanted you to feel loved.

#namjoon fluff #namjoon #namjoon fic #bts writing #namjoon writing #namjoon angst #fluff #angst with a happy ending #comfort #bts angst #bts fluff #bts

[krreader]

memories to keep you happy.

pairing: ot7 x reader (platonic) fandom: bts warnings: / genre: fluff ; hints of angst word count: 1k+

summary: to them it must have seemed like just a picture, but to you it was so much more.

a/n: yes, I know that it is currently april, but does that stop me from writing stories set at christmas time? absolutely not. now I wasn’t sure whether you wanted me to write a reaction for all seven members bb, but I figured this would fit a lot better. I hope you like it!!!

This shouldn’t be as hard as it was, you were all grown-ups here.

But goddamn it, getting all seven of them together tonight was like chasing after boys in elementary school and you were their mother, forcing them to say hello to the aunt that always squishes their cheeks and gives them ugly sweaters to wear.

So far, you’ve tried to force Jeongguk, Hoseok, Taehyung and Jin to come with you for this picture, but they were either ‘too busy’ or ‘not in the mood’, saying that you could just take a picture with them on their own instead of having a picture with all seven - because that way, they wouldn’t have to move.

“Can you please just come with me?”

“No,” Yoongi was lying on his bed, playing a stupid game on his phone that he definitely could have paused, “I’m busy.”

“Your ass is on perfect display for me right now. Do you want me to..-“

“Okay, okay, fine,” the moment you mentioned his ass, he instantly got up from bed and walked past you with a frown, “You’re such a weirdo.”

One down.. six more to go.

This wasn’t going well at all.

The next room that you went into was Namjoon’s and, even though it was Christmas, he was still working.

“Oh hey.. could you listen to this?”

“What did we talk about? About you giving yourself a break every once in a while?” you sighed, but still took his headphones and listened to the first draft of their new song. And of course you liked it. You always liked it. Your smile only grew bigger the more you listened to it and when it was over and he took the headphones off your head with big and hopeful eyes, you grinned, “Here’s the deal. You wait in the living room and stay there until all of you are there and then after I got my picture you and I can have a whole discussion about it with me giving you constructive criticism as well as telling you what I like the most?”

“Oh, you know me so well,” funny how that seemed to be the biggest Christmas present for him from the way he ran into the living room.

Once you left his bedroom, your nose led you into the kitchen, the smell of freshly brewed coffee making you take in a deep breath.

“You want some?” Jimin grinned proudly.

“Isn’t it a little late for coffee?”

“I have the wrong career to think like that,” he chuckled, “Why are you forcing everyone to sit down in the living room? Is this about Taehyungie and me fighting last week? Because we talked it out already.”

“I’m not your mother, you can handle your arguments yourself. I just want to have one family picture of us tonight,” you sighed and sat down on one of the barstools at the counter, “I have to leave in less than two weeks. Don’t get me wrong, I’m really excited about this job. But knowing that I won’t be seeing you all again like this for a very long time is.. well, it’s making me really sad. And I’m scared that you’ll forget me, so I just wanted us to have one really nice picture together that can remind you of me.”

He wanted to cry that you thought like this.

You’ve been with them for so long, first a friend to Hoseok, then a friend to all of them. You were always the one they turned to when they needed someone to speak truthfully to them and not sugarcoat it. You were always the one they turned to when they needed normality.

They could never forget you, not after everything you’ve done for them.

“You are so important to all of us,” he leaned over the counter and put his hands over yours, “And that’s never going to change, not in a week, not in a month, not in a year, not in ten years. You will always be special to us.”

You looked at him from under your lashes, a small smile on your face, “Really?”

“Really,” he smiled too, but then straightened his back, “But if this is really so important to you, then I guess I just have to put on my scary face and force them to come with me.”

“Do you think that’ll work?” you chuckled.

“Don’t tell them, but I know they’re secretly afraid of me.”

And to your surprise, Jimin did actually manage to get all of them. False promises and a little bit of fake threatening always did the trick.

“You lied! There’s no banana milk!” Jeongguk pouted.

“You’re all really selfish, you know?” Jimin crossed his arms in front of his chest, “(Y/N) is leaving soon and this is going to be one of the last nights, if not the last night we’re all spending together. And all you guys do is be on your own? I get that we don’t really celebrate Christmas and this isn’t even about Christmas. This is about us. As a family. Being together for the last time in a while.”

That made all of them lower their heads. They hadn’t forgotten that you’d leave, but maybe they had tried to.

It wasn’t something pleasant to think about for them either.

“It’s okay if you guys aren’t in the mood to spend time together tonight, but I just want one picture of us.”

But the sadness in your eyes and the tear that actually ended up running down your cheek was enough for all of them to get up and hug you, tell you how sorry they were and that they’d take as many pictures as you wanted.

What you ended up getting was not one, but countless of pictures and even more memories of this night that turned into one of the funniest and most memorable that you’ve had.

Memories and pictures that you would hold onto for the rest of your life and that in moments of loneliness and sadness, would grant you happiness and smiles.

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[jeonggukookies]

better || two

summary: jimin thinks trying on wedding dresses will cheer you up after a night of disaster 

word count: 4,131 (hi guys i am so sorry it’s been seven months but here’s chapter two!)

genre: bestfriend!jimin, college!au, bestfriends to lovers!au angst/fluff/slow burn

one || two

“Jimin, come on!” You shouted over the loud music blaring from the bathroom. It had been over five minutes since you started pounding on the white wooden door for Jimin to come out of the bathroom. “When I said ‘take your time,’ I didn’t actually mean it! I still need to get ready!” 

“Everything takes time!” He yelled back, causing you to groan. The door was suddenly swung opened. He looked at you with his red towel in his right hand, drying his black hair. “Would you like to come in? I just need to dry my hair.”

You scoffed and walked in. “I can’t believe you’re asking me if I would want to come to my own bathroom.” 

“I think you mean, our bathroom,” he joked, trying to make you smile. 

“You don’t live here.” Rolling your eyes, you grabbed your curling wand from the drawer. You plugged the wand in the outlet and then lowered the volume of Jimin’s music coming from his small black portable speaker. “If it’s ever this loud again, it’s going into the toilet.”

“What crawled up your ass?” You gave him a death glare as he stared back at you in the mirror. He was wearing a white long sleeve shirt with light-blue ripped jeans. “Everything okay?”

“Anna just broke up with Hobi, so guess who’s coming to the club tonight.” Jimin groaned. 

As much as you loved Hobi, you were not the biggest fan of brokenhearted Hobi. It wasn’t because he would cry, rant and sulk about his breakup; it was because he would turn to alcohol and sex and would go too crazy for a good week. He becomes that one lightweight uncle that drinks way too much and spills everyone’s secrets at family reunions.  In fact, you and Tiffany first met Hobi three years ago. You two were in line for the girls’ bathroom, and not wanting to wait any longer, you kicked the door open to find him drunk, puking on the floor. You had to drag him out, made him drink a bunch of water and made several dozen calls on his phone, trying to find someone to pick him up to take him home. Eventually, his friend answered the call, laughed, apologized and picked up Hobi ten minutes later. 

The next day, as you were leaving your business math class, you heard someone screaming your name across the hall. You turned around and saw his friend beckoning you to come towards him, Hobi and three other guys. Hobi apologized, thanked you for what you had done and offered to take you out to make it up to you.

Agreeing, you ate with Hobi and was formally introduced to his friends, Jungkook (the friend that picked him up), Namjoon, Yoongi and Seokjin. As you ate, you realized you all had a lot in common and continued to spend time with them more often, inviting them to go out and eat, see movies and more. After some time, you then introduced them to Tae and Jimin, creating a close friend group between everyone. 

Typically when Hoseok drank excessively, Taehyung and Namjoon took responsibility to take care of him, making sure he didn’t do anything stupid or something he would regret later. They were fine with being the parent of the night as everyone else had fun, drinking. 

But that night, Taehyung was in Japan for another week, finishing his work study course while Joon was out of town for the weekend, visiting his family, and when they were gone, it had to be you, who took care of Hobi.

“Do you want me to take care of him tonight?” Jimin asked as he put the towel on the glass shower door to dry. He stood behind you and grabbed the curling wand from the counter. “I don’t have to drink tonight.”

“Thanks.” You watched Jimin grab a small section of hair from the top of your head and wrap it around the wand. You never asked him to curl your hair, but he always did and when does it, he touches your hair so softly that you can’t feel it. Stylists always pulled on your hair and sometimes burned you, but Jimin never did. He was always careful with you. “And it’s fine. I’ll be on Hobi duty.”

“Are you sure?” He held the wand in place for fifteen seconds before letting go. He moved on to the next section of your hair. “This is my final offer. Going once, going twice.”

“I got it.” He repeated the curling your hair again. “Besides, he loves getting drunk with you, and you know that.”

Looking at Jimin in the mirror, you admired the sight of him curling your hair as he tilted his head back and laughed at your comment as if it was the funniest thing he had ever heard. 

_________

“How’s your night, Princess?” Jin teased as he came next to you at the bar. You noticed he was probably the least drunk out of everyone. He was wearing a regular black t-shirt and black jeans. “Having fun yet?” 

“You’re so funny.” You mocked him with the same tone of voice, causing him to smile. “It’s going absolutely terrible, but thanks for asking.”

“What’s wrong?” You didn’t need to open your mouth to answer his question. Your finger pointed at Hobi and Jimin; they were both about four feet away from you, buying another round of shots. “Thank God, I don’t have to handle those two tonight.” 

“I haven’t even figured out how I’m going to get them back to my apartment. Maybe I need a tranquilizer?” You watched as both of them finish the shots. “Assuming, they don’t end up in the hospital.”

“At this rate, Hobi is going to ring that bell to buy shots for everyone,” Jin joked.

“Oh, trust me, he’s tried.” You didn’t know if the goal for tonight is to get Hobi back at your place in one piece or if it was to make sure he doesn’t ring that bell, but you pulling him away from the bell was awfully hard. “Twice.”

 “Do you want me to smack some common sense into him?”

“At least not yet. I’m hoping at least one person tries to hit on him, so he can embarrass himself,” you joked. “How’s your night going?”

“Fine, I guess. I don’t really care,” he said. “I just wanted to check up on you and make sure you’re okay.”

“Please don’t tell me that’s your way of flirting,” Hoseok slurred as he stumbled in front of you and Jin with a drink in his hand. “You know you can do better than that.” 

“Better as in what?” You crossed your arms.

“I’m saying that I don’t want you two to sleep together tonight. I mean, I prefer you guys don’t do it at all, but if you’re going to do it, don’t do it tonight,” he ranted slowly. “I really don’t to hear your loud moans through your thin-ass walls. I actually want some sleep tonight, you know?” 

“Excuse me?” Noticing your confused face, Jimin came right next to him, took the drink away from Hobi’s hand and drank it himself. Hobi was too drunk to notice what had just happened. “I think it’s time for you to stop drinking, buddy.”

“You’re so loud,” Hobi exaggerated, imitating a high pitch sound of a moan. People started to stare as you tried to hush him, but he kept moaning.

“This isn’t the time or place,” Jin warned, not wanting Hobi to say the wrong thing. “We don’t need to talk about this right now.”

“That you and Y/N hooked up?” Hobi blurted out. “Why can’t we talk about that?”

“What are you talking about?” Jimin asked as he saw your eyes widen at Hobi’s sudden confession. His head turned to you, expecting an answer. “What is he talking about?”  

“I have no idea,” you lied. “He’s drunk.”

“You and Jin hooked up two months ago, remember?” He started screaming in the club. “I can’t be the only one remembering this. Here, let’s get Yoongi. I bet he remembers. Yoongi!”

“You guys what?!” You raised your eyebrows at Jimin’s sudden attitude change. He wasn’t the type to yell at anyone; he always tried to calm everyone down by awkwardly telling jokes. In fact, you couldn’t remember the last time you heard him yell. “You guys hooked up?!”

“Oh shit.” Hobi was finally coming to realization with what was being said. “I forgot we weren’t supposed to tell Jimin.”

“What?!” Jimin’s tone of voice started getting louder. “You guys lied to me?”

“It just sort of happened.” Which wasn’t really a lie, but not the truth either. You and Jin were both at his place, getting drunk of some store bought wine as everyone else was out on a date that night. You complained to Jin how you missed having sex, and as a joke, Jin suggested he could change that.

“It’s not a big deal,” Jin reassured him as he stood next to you. “It was a one time thing.”

“Just wait until Tae finds out!” 

“Dude.” Hoseok stressed the word out. “Who do you think found them and told us not to tell you?” 

One of the most embarrassing moments of your life was when you and Jin were making out that next morning, about to make that one time thing a two time thing, and as you moaned loudly, Taehyung walked in, asking if Jin was okay. He really thought your moan was his. 

That feeling of embarrassment did not leave until weeks after. It wasn’t like you were naked or hadn’t kissed guys in front of your cousin before, but it wasn’t something you wanted him to see, hear or know. You also didn’t want him or any of the other boys to subtly make any jokes about you moaning (but of course, they did).

Taehyung was mortified as he gathered you and Jin into the living room with everyone, except Jimin; he was still sleeping in his room. You and Jin had to explain what happened and that you guys only saw each other as friends. Taehyung then made you and Jin agree that it would never happen again and made everyone swore not to tell Jimin. No one asked why, but we agreed not to.

“You guys slept together,” Jimin said in a low voice, still louder than the music around him. “I can’t believe you guys did that.”

“What?” You were taken back by his comment. Was he mad that everyone didn’t tell him what happened? Or was he mad at the fact you and Jin had hooked up? He couldn’t have been mad at that, but it sounded like that. 

“I can’t do this.” Jimin grabbed a random drink next to him and splashed all the liquid onto Jin. He threw the empty glass onto the ground, pushed Hoseok out of his way and angrily walked away.

“Jimin!” Jin called out. He was about to go after him, but you grabbed onto his shoulder and shook your head. “Shouldn’t we get him?”

“Leave him, he’s drunk,” you said. “He’s probably getting a taxi to go back to his place, and if not, he’ll call me to get him. He’ll be okay.”

“Yo! What a crazy night, guys!” Hoseok screamed as he rang the bell, having everyone cheer for him and the free drinks. “Free drinks!”

______

“Please don’t be mad at me,’ he said. “I know being drunk is not an excuse, but I really was drunk. I don’t know what came over me.”

Shopping was something Jimin actually enjoyed doing, especially with you. Although you would complain and try to rush him out of the dressing room all the time, he liked all the jokes you made and all the honest feedback you gave him. Your opinion really influenced him. More than once, your opinion had saved him from public embarrassment from his friends and everyone else he was trying to impress. Everyone has some piece of clothing they regret buying, except Jimin.

“I thought you said you were going to make it up to me.” After getting off work, you and Jimin were at the mall, walking around, arms linked with each other. He apologized and told you that he wanted to make it up to you. “Typically when that happens, I pick and enjoy what we do. And last time I checked, you like shopping and I don’t.” 

“I’m here to pay for whatever you want, and I promise I won’t get a single thing for myself unless I have special permission from you. Consider this as an extra birthday present from me.” Jimin went all out for your birthday, but you couldn’t blame him when you did the same. When his birthday came around, you bought him seven expensive presents for each day of the week he was born, and he would do the same for you; it had became a natural thing to do for each other.

“You don’t have to do that,” you said. “I just want you to apologize to Jin and Hobi though.” 

“But first, I need to say sorry to you for ruining your night, and this is my way of saying sorry.” He shrugged. “Besides, you really need new clothes for your birthday.”

“My clothes are perfectly fine!” You argued, playfully hitting his arm. 

“Where to?” He asked. 

“I really don’t need any new clothes,” You repeated. 

“Let’s just have fun and try things on then,” he suggested. 

He suddenly stopped walking causing you unlink your arm with his. You gave him a confused look, not understanding why he stopped. He rolled his eyes and nod his head towards the store you two were in front of.

“Jimin, no! Not today. We aren’t doing this,” you whined. 

“Come on! It’ll be fun! You love watching Say Yes to the Dress.”

“Are you crazy? I am not trying on wedding dresses for fun!” As he desperately tries to pull you in, you tried to pull Jimin in the other direction, hoping not to rip the sleeve of your shirt. “Anyone seeing this?! He’s trying to hold me hostage against my own will!” 

“I’m not!” Jimin eventually got you on your feet and pushed you into the store. You two sat on the first unoccupied chairs and waited for someone to come. 

“Hi. Are we looking at wedding dresses today?” The sales associate asked. She was wearing in a black business suit with black heels. 

“Yes, we are looking for dresses today!” He declared loudly for everyone to hear. “She wants something very simple, but not too basic. No mermaid dresses, beaded tops, corsets or anything with any ridiculous design.”

“Oh god,” you mumbled under your breath, thinking you could not take another minute of this. 

"I think I can help you with that.” She laughed and shook her hand out. “My name is Kim.”

“I’m Jimin, and this is Y/N.” 

“I’ll have you follow me into a dressing room, and Jimin, if you find any dresses Y/N might like, try to find me.” 

After a couple minutes of waiting in the dressing room, you heard a knock on the door. The door slightly opened, and Kim walked in with one sleeved wedding dress, one ball gown weeding dress and one a-line wedding dress in her hands. “I have three dresses for you.” 

“Wow,” you blurted out as she hung each of them. You weren’t really a fan of dresses, but something about wedding dresses made you want to try them on. “These are all so pretty.” 

“I’m glad you like them.” She smiled. “Do you know which one you want to try on first?” 

The sweetheart lace A-line wedding dress caught your eye first. It was exactly how Jimin described your taste: simple, but not too basic. The dress wasn’t pure white, but it was ivory blush color. You weren’t a fan of floral, but you loved the lace floral design on the dress. You reached out to touch the material and admired the dress. “I think this one.” 

As you started removing your jeans and sweater, Kim turned around to give you some privacy. She was getting the dress out of the bag and off the hook, ready to help you when you were ready to try on the dress. You laughed, but you liked her presence. “How long have you and Jimin been together?” 

“I’m sorry, what?” You froze. “Did you say me and Jimin?”

She turned around and unzipped the back zipper for you. She held the dress as you got into it. “You two are so adorable.”

“We’re just friends,” you said quickly as she pulled the dress up. “We’re not dating.” 

“Oh!” She furrowed her eyebrows together, trying to understand the situation. “I’m sorry, but I thought you two were. Usually, couples shop for wedding dresses together.”

“I’m not getting married either. I’m just making him happy by trying on wedding dresses.” She zipped up the zipper as you adjusted your hair, making sure it wasn’t in the way. 

“You guys would look together.” The whole atmosphere became awkward, and you wanted to slap Jimin for making you go through this alone. He was better at telling people you two weren’t dating, while you always made everything more awkward. “Have you two dated?” 

“No.” You let out an awkward laugh. “I’m not really his type anyways.”

You remember when you used to get overwhelmed when people asked about your relationship with Jimin. You felt as if you were only known as Jimin’s girl rather than an actual human being. 

“Just say I don’t like you like that, and just change the subject to show them how amazing you are,” he said.

 “He doesn’t like me like that,” you repeated what Jimin told everyone. 

“But do you?” She asked. “Do you like him like that?”

When people asked you that question, you immediately always said that the thought of you and Jimin dating was never a possibility. You would always tell them no and move on from the conversation, but when Kim asked you right there, in that room of wedding dresses, you had to think about your feelings. 

Was there something actually there that felt something more for your best friend? Did you like spending time with Jimin? Yes, but all best friends enjoy their time with their best friend. Do you feel the happiest with Jimin? Of course, but all best friends feel happy with their best friend. Do you think about Jimin constantly? Yes, but even friends think about their friends.

“Are you married?” You asked her as she was in front of you, adjusting the dress. 

“Yes.” She smiled. “Almost 20 years.” 

“How did you know he was the one you wanted?” 

“He was my best friend,” she answered. “But I noticed that I always thought of him for the smallest of things, and I didn’t want anyone else in front of me at the altar. I wanted to spend my time with him the most.”

“That’s beautiful.” 

“Is that how you feel about Jimin?”

You had a bunch of relationships, but it never got to the point where you felt like you were seriously in love, and the idea of marriage with any of your boyfriends never came to your mind. You knew you wanted to fall in love and wanted to get married, but when you thought about it, Jimin came into your mind. You pictured him in a tuxedo, smiling at you as if he was happy for you getting married. But the idea of him being the groom rather the best man or groomsmen didn’t sickened you; it actually made your heart flutter in excitement. Is that what love feels like? Had you always been feeling love for him?

“Oh my god.” A tear rolled down onto your cheek. Your feelings were a mess, and you couldn’t believe what was happening. Did that mean you liked Jimin? Did that mean you actually loved him? Not as a friend, but as a partner. “I-”

Before you could answer her question, there was a loud knock on the door. “Hey Kim. I have a dress for Y/N. She’s going to love it.” 

She opened the door slightly to grab the dress, but she didn’t open it wide enough for him to see you. Pushing the door right away, she yelled out, “Thanks.” 

Wiping your face, you laughed at the sight of the dress and rolled your eyes at Jimin’s humor. It was a black v-neck ball gown; the top was practically see through while he bottom of the dress looked like one giant rose. You absolutely hated the dress, and you knew he did too.

“This is a joke, right?” Kim asked, petrified with what she was holding in her hand. “Does he think this is ‘simple, but not too basic?’”

“He just wanted me to laugh.” You smiled. “He knew I would probably feel a little anxious, so he brought that to cheer me up.”

“And he did.” She gave you a small smile. You knew that she really love you and Jimin together. “I didn’t mean to overwhelm you with your feelings, by the way. That was rude of me to do that. I shouldn’t have asked and should have respected you with what you said.” 

“It’s fine.” A small part of you wanted to thank her, but you couldn’t tell if this was something worth thanking about. What if the realization of your feelings later breaks you? Was it worth knowing?

“It’s not,” Kim countered. “I’m sorry.” 

“I just have a lot to think about.” You shrugged, trying to bury all your feelings. “It doesn’t look like I cried, right?” 

“I don’t think he’ll know,” she said, scanning your face to see.

“You’ll be surprised.”

“You look breathtaking,” she said as she made you look at the mirror. “This dress was made for you.” 

________

“Close your eyes!” He groaned as he put his hands to cover his eyes. You were on the podium, facing Jimin with your back facing the mirrors. “You’re not peaking, right?” 

“Nope,” he promised. “Can I look now?” 

“Promise you won’t make fun of me.” 

“Why would I make fun of you?”

“Just promise me!” You tried not to laugh.

“I promise.” 

“Okay. Open your eyes.” 

He opened his eyes and you noticed his jaw slightly dropped. He stared at you, mesmerizing every detail of the dress. He was sure that his loud heartbeat could be heard. “Wow.”

You wondered if he liked the dress or if he liked you being in the dress. “I love this dress a lot.” 

“I love it too,” he agreed. He stood up on the podium with you and looked closely at your face. Biting your lip, you tried to look away, but you knew that he could tell. “Were you crying?” 

“Veil or no veil?” Kim asked with a veil in her hand. She really knew how to save you like an angel.

“Veil.”

“No veil.” 

Even though you said no, Kim handed the veil to Jimin. He then put the veil on top of your head, adjusting your hair. You felt him run his fingers in your hair, slowly. Then, just like Kim, he turned your body towards the mirror. His eyes met yours in the mirror. “You are so stunning.” 

You turned to Jimin. “You’re just saying that.”

“I’m not,” he said. “I mean it.”

Putting his arms around you, he pulled you closer to him. Automatically, you put your arms around his neck and felt his hair at the nape of his neck. His head leaned towards you as he stared at your lips. 

You two had always been close. It was a normal thing, but this was the first time you were this close. It felt like he was looking at you for permission to press his lips against yours. 

A sound coming from him stopped him. He let go out you as he grabbed the phone out of his back pocket and looked at who was calling him. “It’s Jessica.” 

Your eyes widened.

Jessica.

How could you forget? Jessica. Jimin’s girlfriend. Jimin’s girl. The person that is not you.

“Hey, what’s up?” He asked as he slid to answer the call and put the phone towards his ear. You hear loud noises come from the other end, and then all of the sudden, you watched Jimin ran out of the store with no explanation. 

As if nothing between you had happened. 

As if it didn’t mean anything to him. 

And you were left alone, in a wedding dress, confused with your feelings of your best friend.

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[bangtan-madi]

army check tag

So this tag is definitely inspired by/taken from the “army check” tags/other tags I’ve seen on TikTok... but I thought the idea was too cute not to pass on to Tumblr. And I honestly haven’t seen it here yet (but I totally might have missed it completely!) I’ll list the questions as they are first, so you can easily copy + paste. Then I’ll do the tag! You can be as elaborate or short as you want 🥰

Most of these questions are not mine; all credit to the original creators on TikTok. (Feel free to also adapt this to format other groups!)

Rules: answer the questions with the member/members that fit the answer best! 

Who was the first member you noticed?

Who was your first bias?

Who is your bias now?

Who is your bias wrecker/wreckers?

Who has made you cry emotionally the most?

Who is the funniest?

Who would you want to go on a date with, realistically speaking?

Who makes you mentally not okay?

Who is the most disrespectful?

Who makes you smile the most?

What was your first album?

What is your favorite album?

What was your first comeback?

What is your favorite era?

What was your first favorite song? 

What is your current favorite song? (more than one is totally acceptable)  

What is your favorite collaboration?

What is your favorite bts iconic line?

My answers:

Who was the first member you noticed? -- Jimin

Who was your first bias? -- Namjoon

Who is your bias now? -- Namjoon + Taehyung

Who is your bias wrecker/wreckers? -- Jimin (but damn it, Yoongi’s really trying lately!)

Who has made you cry emotionally the most? -- Seokjin + Namjoon

Who is the funniest? -- Seokjin + Jimin 

Who would you want to go on a date with, realistically speaking? -- Namjoon

Who makes you mentally not okay? -- Yoongi + Namjoon

Who is the most disrespectful? -- Taehyung + Jimin

Who makes you smile the most? -- All of them 💜

What was the first album you listened to? -- Map of the Soul: Persona

What is your favorite album? -- Love Yourself: Tear

What was your first comeback? -- Map of the Soul: 7

What is your favorite era? -- Black Swan + Fake Love

What was your first favorite song? -- Mikrokosmos + Magic Shop

What is your current favorite song? (more than one is totally acceptable)   --  Mikrokosmos / Black Swan / First Love / Shadow / ON / Pied Piper / Tear / Fake Love / everythingoes (rm - mono) / etc. (I failed at this question lol)

What is your favorite collaboration? -- Suga’s Interlude (+Halsey) / Eight (+IU) / everythingoes (+NELL)

What is your favorite bts iconic line? -- “Oh man, holy shit!” (JK) + “Win, lose, I don't care because at the end of the day I still have this face so who's the real winner here?” (Jin)

Tagging anyone who might be interested! No pressure whatsoever 💜: @kooala @cultleaderyoongi @moon-write @yoontopia @softlyjiminie @han-hoshi @dreamcatcherjiah @ditttiii @hobicomeholla29 or anyone else that wants to give it a go!

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[youarejesting]

BTS 365

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Kim Seokjin: Laugh

You had made a bet with your husband that you were funnier than him. After a heated debate, you had both made a bet. The first to make the other laugh wins the title of the funniest. It was an all-out riot, a no holds bar, no shortage of puns and pranks even tickles when you both were desperate. You tried everything, and you were kind of sad; you hadn’t laughed in a few days and you hadn’t seen him laugh either. You always felt so happy when he laughed. 

You don’t know why but when he came in and gave a bad dad joke with absolutely no smile or anything you got tears eyed and told him how this competition was making you depressed. 

He laughed at you “my love you are so silly, we are married which means we are equally funny and  that’s all that matters”

Min Yoongi: Proposal

“Hey, I am thinking about proposing to Yoongi” you spoke to the boys and their eyes widened in shock. 

“I think he will love it?” Taehyung smiled 

“Oh, definitely get his favourite food, it’s more sentimental,” Jin nodded

You took their advice meeting him at a lamb skewer shop and he looked nervous, “the boys said something weird today about taking our relationship to the next level”

“Yoongi I want to propose-” you coughed and grabbed your drink trying to get rid of the dust from your throat. 

“Okay, I was actually thinking about getting married soon as well, it seems like the right first step”

“Wait, I meant to propose a business plan but now I am mad I didn’t ask you in a nicer way,” you frowned

“I’m a simple guy I think food and a question is easy, want to go pick out a ring while you tell me your business idea”

Jung Hoseok: Common courtesy

You were in the middle robbing a shop when you felt pain in your stomach and clutched your stomach. “Call an ambulance I think I’m dying?”

“You whipped the mask off and Hoseok saw the pain on your face you had disarmed and put away your weapon and collapsed on the ground. 

When you woke you were in a hospital bed and the doctors came in, “your appendix burst lucky you got here in time”

The owner of the store came in with a container, “I made soup”

“Yeah, of course, it’s common courtesy to help and feed the person who tries to rob you”

Kim Namjoon: Go

You had a hard time with your Korean; you got many words mixed up, but you tried your best. It was one morning you were trying to order coffee. You don’t know what came over you but you forgot how to say to go, so your order went something like. “One iced American and then you leave, please”

The poor guy behind the counter looked confused with my statement and I did some gestures and a tall young man tapped the kid's shoulder. “She means to go, it’s funny how it’s been a week and every time I serve you, you still don’t remember how to say it, I even wrote it on your cup last time”

“Yeah, I know I read the cup but I thought you were just writing what I said on the cup you know as you do”

“That is… a good point,” he grinned “I actually clocked of twenty minutes ago do you want to take this order to go?”

Park Jimin: Puppy

“Jimin what is it, you know I don’t like surprises,” you frowned, and he was giggling. 

“you will love this one, now you be nice to your mum” you heard a clattering of something and then something smacked into your chest and was licking your chin, open I go your eyes it was a puppy, he was excitable. 

“This is our son, his name is uyu cause he has milky white fur” 

“I love him”

Kim Taehyung: Near miss

Taehyung always wore long clothes and masks. He went to an all-boys school and refused to go to mixers. He was an adult now and had gotten used to his life. He was working late when he saw you at your desk, brushing your long hair behind your ear and reapplying some cherry lip balm. You were beautiful with your soft features he couldn’t help but admire you from afar. You went to get coffee, and he got up to go to the bathroom and you tripped and took him down. He panicked your skin had touched his, but nothing happened. “I don’t understand, I am allergic to women?”

“I am uh transgender,” the last word barely audible as you blushed ashamed. This wasn’t the way you tell people. He sat up shocked, clutching your hands in his.

“Really, that explains why I am not going into shock you are really pretty, Miss would you like to go get something to eat together,” he got up and held out his hand excitedly. 

You took his hand nodding, and he pulled you up grabbing your coats you both headed out for Taehyung's first real date with a beautiful young lady. 

Jeon Jungkook: walk

You walked down the hall of ward C and dodged a speeding wheelchair. “Hey Woah” you fell and caught the wall. 

“I am sorry” he stopped and turned to you. 

“It’s all good I was wondering if you wanted to race” his eyes lit up. You raced him and he listened to you, he would only race against you and once a day which gave relief to the other nurses. The rest of the time he was a charmer always getting banana milk from the cafeteria. 

You wheeled him to physio every afternoon where he struggled to walk. He had been in a bad accident and you both grew close. He promised you that when he recovers, he would dance with you, he told you he was an expert dancer. You smiled, telling him you would hold him to it.

Next Week

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[jksangelic]

peaches & piercings | two (m)

↳ rating: M

↳ genre: punk!jimin, e2l, college au, very explicit smut, one-shot, jimin is a whole asshole

↳ pairing: cheerleader!reader x punk!jimin

↳ warnings: light sexual themes, explicit language, hurt/comfort

↳ summary: jimin, dipped in hair-dye and pierced in so many places that you just couldn’t keep track, doesn’t think you’re his “type”. you call bullshit.

↳ note: second part! this doesn’t contain any smut, unfortunately. just some closure for those who come for plot. enjoy.

↳ words: 8.4k

↳ parts: one | two (complete)

Nothing but heavy breathing. Too much saliva. Did this girl even know how to properly kiss? Nonetheless, he was hard.

How the fuck did I get here, he ponders, feeling nothing but lusty guilt and, possibly, bile in the back of his throat.

“You’re so hot,” Jennie drawls between kisses, fiddling drunkenly with Jimin’s zipper and whining when the damn thing wouldn’t budge. She resorts to palming his bulge over his black ripped jeans.

“Pretty girl,” he compliments, nudging himself into her small hand and groping her breasts. He’s been with enough girls to tell that her bra was incredibly padded. The party raged downstairs, screams and laughter vibrating the entire frat house. American parties were crazy, Jimin thought.

He also thought he was done with this, done being some gross playboy that entitled himself inside any girl he laid eyes on, but he was fucking scared. You scared the living daylights out of him. So he’s doing what he knows best.

The girl was already stripped down to her underwear within the first minute, not really into the whole “build-up” that he normally enjoyed. When he busied himself with planting kisses along her collarbones, she complains, yet again, when he doesn’t get on with it.

He rolls his eyes, undoing the damn zipper himself and pulling down his boxers enough for her to access. She gasps, surprised.

“You’re Korean? I’m surprised you’re this big. I didn’t believe the other girls when they told me.” She talks so damn much, Jimin might implode. Rather, he just grows soft from the backhanded compliment.

This was his first night out since seeing you last, have been avoiding you for a few days to try to find some sort of explanation behind his jumbled thoughts. It, however, wasn’t his first night out since he had discovered he was hopelessly in love with you, hiding his denial by hooking up with whoever was prettiest at frat row parties. He was disgusted with himself.

Before he knows it, he’s tucking himself back in and leaving an angered Jennie and searching for Yoongi to drive him back home. Jimin was way too intoxicated to be around girls that want to use him for the sake of bragging rights. You were right, it really was like everyone kept tabs on who got to fuck who and the points they received for such encounters. He scrunches his nose in disgust.

He moves clumsily, nearly tumbling down the stairs and getting lost in the sea of bodies that danced on the first floor. God, he could hear colors. He even bumps into some classmate (wearing a hoodie at that, poor girl must’ve been baking), tiny voice asking if he’s okay and he just throws up a thumb and continues his search. At some point, he finds Yoongi man-spread on the couch, sleepily cooing into some girl’s ear as they giggle like they care what he’s saying.

“Yoongs,” Jimin slurs, “home. Please.” He doesn’t remember if he makes a face of friendly obedience or a face of you-just-cockblocked-me-bro but he gets up anyway and checks for his keys for at least two minutes before finding them on a lanyard around his neck. Even Yoongi is too drunk to drive but he doesn’t really care about their own safety at this point. Harsh reality of college.

Eventually, both of them stumble into their apartment around 2 in the morning, Yoongi raiding the pantry for something to calm his munchies and Jimin rinsing his face with cold water next to him. He felt the sudden need to wash off whatever filth Jennie left on him.

His roommate must’ve read his mind, nudging his shoulder and slurring a, “I’m surprised you didn’t fuck Jennie or bring her back with you. She was sexy as hell.”

“How did you know I didn’t have sex with her when I was there?”

“Dude, I can just tell. You don’t look like you had a recent orgasm, you look like you ate a bad quesadilla.” Yoongi laughs at his own joke like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever said.

Jimin shrugs, not really feeling an explanation. Instead, he locates his phone he left on the counter before going to the party and turns it on, scrolling through a couple Instagram notifications and 2 new messages from you. He hadn’t been answering any, but he was happy you still cared in his own messed up way.

He smirks at them, imagining how much better his night could’ve gone if you had been with him instead of stupid Jessica. Or Jennie. Or something.

“Ooh,” Yoongi teases, stealing his phone and uninvitingly reading through the message thread, “you’re still talking to this girl? The cheerleader? That’s hilarious, dude, she’s so not your type.”

Jimin laughs nervously, colliding with Yoongi and reaching out for his phone, “C’mon, Hyung. Give it back. She’s hot.” Calling you “hot” didn’t sit right on his tongue, but he ignored it. Yoongi continues being a dick, waving his phone in Jimin’s face then swiping it away when he attempts to take it back.

“Can’t get enough of her, huh? Does she just have Class A pussy? Shit, think you’d let me have a go?”

Jimin’s blood boils, shoving Yoongi into the nearby wall with more force than intended and confiscating the phone, shuffling it into his back pocket before grabbing his collar and trapping him. He looks maniacal, nose flaring and eyes bloodshot.

“Talk about her like that and I’ll break your skinny ass legs, Hyung. Don’t fucking touch her.”

Yoongi just smiles, throwing up hands as a white flag. He was older than Jimin, sure, but he knew his place when it came to physical advantage. When Jimin lets him go, Yoongi takes out his pack of cigs, placing one between his lips and offering a cooling Jimin one as peace offering.

Although he doesn’t want to, he takes it and storms into his room.

What the actual hell is he doing. He shouldn’t be out partying of all things, he should grow the fuck up and confront you. Just accept what you were willing to give him and live happily, wholeheartedly.

That’s it. Tomorrow, he would sober the fuck up and tell you.

He flops onto his bed, staring at the ceiling and foggy memory reminding him of when he was under yours, the first day he took initiative to change something. He pulls his phone out, reading over your messages silently and smiling whenever he skimmed over one of your purposefully-unattractive-but-still-attractive selfies. He always saved every single one of them.

It leads to scrolling through his small photo gallery, a couple of blurry photos from tonight his most recent, a few of those saved selfies before them, and that one video. Thumb hovering over, it forces him to play it.

It starts with giggling—his own, before the shaky camera focuses on a body behind the front counter of a record store that he happened to pass by. Some American song he’s never listened to blares overhead, a very excited and very loud singing you swaying your hips to the music. At some point, you even used a rolled up poster as your mic and hit every sour note there was. Jimin in the video laughs again, and the video shortly ends after your eyes widen in horror and connect with his phone.

He plays it two, no, three more times before he’s content and completely simmering in adoration for you. Somehow remembering to discard his pants and shut off the light, he decides to browse through his Snapchat briefly before turning in for the night. He saves your story for last, preparing himself for whatever uniform mirror pic you took (although, he secretly loved that bright ass uniform).

You posted four hours ago, grainy photo depicting you and a friend with red solo cups near your faces and white, toothy smiles shining brightly. For some odd reason, you’re wearing one of your gray cheer hoodies despite the warmth, hood barely revealing your right eye in the photo.

Jimin practically chokes, shooting up from his bed and trying so damn hard to recollect his memories before leaving the party.

“Fucking hell. Fuckfuckfuck.”

He didn’t just bump into some “classmate” wearing a hoodie, he bumped into you.

Three days. Three, unfulfilling, dreadful, and, quite expected, days since you were at Jimin’s. You patiently waited, gathering up every cell in your body and lecturing them to persevere and not force yourself back to his home in an angered blob of psychotic mess.

You went to class, you came back to your room, slept, went to cheer, and slept more. All in that order. You’d hope you would run into him at class and at least read his face, see what kind of state he was in and gather enough intel to come to some sort of conclusion—it was the uncertainty that made you nervous—but he never showed up. In your eyes, it was a simple yes or no, but it would also be wrong of you to rush a mental argument that wasn’t your own.

It worried you even more that he was skipping class because of it. Although he might not look it, he was very much into his studies and wouldn’t just play hooky out of nowhere. Which then made you wonder if there was something else that was bothering him, completely irrelevant to your own situation. Which then made you ballistic.

Maybe you were overthinking this. Maybe everything was fine and he truly just did need some time to himself and who were you to judge him for making a clear, healthy decision?

You slick your slightly sweaty hair into some abomination of a ponytail, having just gotten out of mandatory conditioning and exhausted beyond belief. It was barely reaching eight in the evening but the California sun was already set, majority of the day warmth creeping out and being replaced with a satisfying breeze.

The door squeals, Sara giving you a sympathetic smile on her way in. She knew the gist of what was going on, and you thanked the roommate process for giving you such an understanding gal that kept her “told you so” urges at bay.

“How you holding up? Did you go to cheer?” She lugs her backpack, which seems heavier than normal, upon her bed.

You shrug, “I went to cheer. I’ll probably just turn in soon.”

“That’s the thing,” she starts, unveiling a large bottle of Ciroc from her bag, “I think you should reconsider your plans for tonight.” Sighing audibly, you start to climb into bed to show your reluctance.

“Look, Sara, it’s really nice of you to—”

“No, Y/N, listen. You’ve been sitting around moping because of him and if he’s going to make you wait for his own goddamn approval then you can at least have some fun in the meantime. I even bought this extremely special bottle of vodka so we don’t have to drink cheap shit at Alpha Sig’s and—”

“You’re seriously trying to drag me to a party? Sara, I’m really not in the mood to be around drunk people and I haven’t even showered and what if Jimin texts me and I just don’t know,” you trail on and on, biting your nails out of habit and shoulders hanging in defeat.

“Hey,” your roommate coos, “don’t be such a worrywart.” She takes authority to untangle your hair from its hair-tie, smoothing it out with her own brush and braiding a random strand on the thicker side of your part line. Warning you prior, she sprits your face with some makeup-guru refresher spray and hands you her Chapstick.

“You look pretty, literally all the time. You don’t even have to change since it’s just a random party. Wear your stinky cheer hoodie and your spandex and throw on your sneakers and,” she pauses to unscrew the lid to the Ciroc, “take a swig of this and we’ll just go for a couple hours.”

Deep down, you knew she was right. You were obsessing to a whole new level and just needed to chill out. That, and you did owe her some obedience after disregarding her last warning. You brought the glass to your lips, burn barely stinging down your throat from practice (and high quality vodka) and waiting patiently as Sara touches up her own makeup. She even throws on a ratty t-shirt, presumably to make you feel better and you wanted to cry from how good of a friend she turned out to be.

“Ready?” she peeps, packing the bottle, her phone, and her wallet back into her bag.

You hesitate; what if Jimin really was going to call you tonight?

So what if he did? You can’t wait around like his dog, at his beck and call only when he deems it “time”. To hell with that, you were still your own person and if worse comes to worse, you’d get back to him when you’re free.

“Ready.”

You’re fuzzy by the time you get to the Alpha Sigma house, Sara dedicating her night as DD and stopping you after another two shots in the car. You’re both flurried with greetings all the way to the kitchen, some faces you even recognize from cheer and you laugh at the irony of it all. Even Suzy was here, slinging her arm around your shoulders and sloshing some of her beer onto your hoodie.

“Shit, sorry. I think I filled this cup way too much. Wanna half it with me? ‘S just beer,” she giggles, dumping half of it somewhat messily into another solo cup and handing it to you before you can even nod.

“Are you ‘kay? By the way? Seem sad at practice,” Suzy pouts, sipping on the beer and scrunching her nose from its bitter taste.

You snort, “I’m fine. Just some boy problems, I guess. I don’t really know if this guy likes me or not? I mean, he does, but I don’t know. I’m rambling,” you awkwardly laugh. Suzy doesn’t mind one bit, hanging onto every incoherent word with a look of suspicion.

“Y/N, everyone likes you! You just need to bite back, you know? Guys don’t like apples they can pick from the ground, they like the ones in the trees!”

“… Wait, what?”

“I think she means that if you make him work for you, he’ll be more interested than someone who’s just pining after him,” Sara translates, obviously very entertained by two drunk girls trying to solve a problem.

“Yeah! That’s what I said,” Suzy pouts, “Anyway, gimme your phone!”

You don’t know why but you do. Why are you always giving people your phone without asking why they need it first? She goes straight for Snapchat, reaching the phone around your face again and posing with her beer; you do the same, replacing most of your face with your cup.

“No,” she whines, “you have to show how pretty you look and how much fun you’re having so he gets interested in what you’re doing.” You try again, cup below your lips as you flash a bright smile, one that reaches your eyes. In the midst of it all, the camera shutters and you and Suzy study it.

Perhaps it was from the drinks, but you glow in the picture with a reddened nose and your hoodie covering one of your eyes, the motion in the shot giving it character. You looked like the epitome of fun.

“This one’s perfect,” Suzy says, typing in a flurry of horrendous emojis as the caption and sending it to your story. “You’ll hear from him in no time,” she assures.

The rest of the night goes as planned, beer pong and dancing and holding Suzy’s hair as she dry heaves into the toilet but going for another round when nothing comes up. You feel relieved for the first time this week, actually.

Eventually, you lose Sara in the crowd so you venture around by yourself, talking to a few acquainted faces and finally settling in a corner of the living room for a quick breather. Pulling out your phone, a flash of mint crosses the horizon and a sense of familiarity piques your interest. Locking eyes on the source, you find Yoongi sitting on the couch opposite of you, completely absorbed in a conversation with some petite girl with various piercings sprawled on his lap. Your stomach clenches.

If Yoongi was here, there was a large chance Jimin was, right? Instead of asking him, you scramble to get as far away from his presence as possible, tripping over chairs and a coffee table and rugs until you round a corner as quickly as possible and—

“Ah,” a voice grunts, thumping back into the nearby wall from the collision.

“I-I’m sorry, are you okay?” you mumble, pulling your hoodie back on for safety and making eye contact with the man’s open fly. He just throws up a thumbs-up as response, far too drunk to pull together a sentence, let alone an apology.

You realize, now, that this man wears all-black, smelling of cigarette smoke and a little of women’s perfume, and your heart plunges when you see Jimin’s profile as he maneuvers his way past you.

You worried for days on end about him, and he was just partying? Was he fucking joking? He didn’t even recognize you, he was so plastered.

Slumping your back against the same wall, your brain is surprisingly calmer than you expect. You couldn’t judge him when you were at the same party, he probably needed to let loose too.

“Jennie! Where the hell did you go? I’ve been lookin’ for you for, like, twenty minutes!”

Suddenly sensitive to the overall volume of the party and obnoxious girls, you start to turn to find Sara.

“Chill out, Em. Was trying out that new transfer student for a ride,” her saccharine voice purrs. You whip your head in horror.

“He was fun, sure as hell lived up to the expectations,” she continues.

“No shit, you were with Park Jimin?” her friend, supposedly Em, squeals.

You don’t hear Jennie’s answer, tears stinging hot down your cheeks and legs wobbly as you search the downstairs for Sara. She takes you home without asking what happened.

It was a lot better than you thought it was going to be.

The pain, you mean. And the small dosage of utter humiliation that followed the next day. It wasn’t even that big of a deal once you thought about the Grand Scheme of Things; you got rejected, in a shitty way sure, but it was just a rejection. You knew that eventually you would move on once your classes switched and you would hear about Jimin way less and you’d find someone else to focus your attention on and all would be numb and forgotten.

Sara prodded for an explanation, knowing there was some sort of trigger to cause you to sob on her shoulder in drunken defeat and tearing her away from the party before it was even close to being over. For majority of her questions, you dodged them entirely and instead apologized for the nuisance you caused her. And in all honesty, you weren’t quite sure if you could handle trying to break down and reimagine the events that occurred that night. It would be agonizing.

But it was a lot better than you thought it was going to be.

She left you after a while, having her own life to deal with and albeit, school. Today left a great opportunity for you to catch up on some studying for midterms, contemplating popping (a healthy intake of) Adderall but forcing yourself to focus by your own will. You got a lot finished, feeling refreshed and fully capable by 5PM.

Then you got antsy. For once, cheer wasn’t on the schedule and as much as you should rejoice in your occasional freedom, you feel the need to run. Drain the excess stress and energy you have by a quick pop-in at the gym.

Deciding for it, you jump out of bed and aggressively chuck on your sneakers—the same ones you wore last night. Hell, you didn’t even change from last night, wearing the same hoodie and shorts that you had worn to cheer yesterday. You were absolutely disgusting.

You leave everything but your keys, deciding you didn’t want any distractions or had a need to bring anything else because all you could think about was to runrunrun. You even run down the hallways, zipping down the stairs and bursting through the doors like some sort of madwoman. Stopping a few feet outside, it’s the first time you’ve really looked, nonetheless been, outside today. It surprises you more than anything that it’s raining of all things, droplets big and heavy and creating dark spots on your grey sweatshirt.

“Tough luck in sunny-ass California, eh?” you ask yourself. It wasn’t as rare of an occurrence in the northern half, but the irony of it all really put a damper on things. You abruptly realize that you stand in it for quite some time, letting the fat drops soak your shoulders and the humidity make your skin sticky.

From someone else’s view, this was probably some dramatic moment for the protagonist to break down crying and the love interest, in this case it was asshole-Jimin, would unexpectedly pop out of nowhere to dry their tears. But you weren’t crying and this wasn’t some poorly filmed soap opera. Jimin wouldn’t come begging for your forgiveness and you would just get wet from the rain out of spite, and maybe because you’re a little dumb.

Actually, you thought, this is a whole lot worse.

Then, you’re fucking angry. Your feet move before you can properly deduct your best options, carrying you the total opposite way from the gym. You even go as far as to jog, rounding corners without slowing and completely leaving the campus, hoping you remembered the directions right.

To hell with what Jimin thinks. If he’s too coward to face you, then you’ll do the damn thing yourself.

One, two, three houses down. You don’t even really know where you’re going, reversing a few steps and rerouting down different blocks and while getting completely drenched by the rain. Was it hailing now? Not possible.

You’re honestly about to give up before you see that goddamned mint-colored head poking out from a porch, a small dot of orange extending from his lips and you have the urge to rip the cig from his mouth and chuck it. So when you get close enough, you do.

“What the hell?” but he only eyes you with indifference. He kinda reminds you of a cat.

“Is he home?” Yoongi nods, face only lifting in recognition once he makes contact with the cheer hoodie.

“Great,” you smile, shoving past him and through the open front door. You don’t know why the hell Yoongi is smoking outside in the first place, because the whole house reeks and is hazy beyond belief. But when your eyes land on him, you see clear as day.

Jimin has a cigarette of his own drooping from his lips, nearly spitting it out when he stumbles to stand straight in front of you.

“Y-Y/N, what’re you doing here? What the hell happened?”

You don’t understand the entirety of his second question until you hear the tiniest of droplets on his hardwood floors, quickly examining the damage in which how wet you were, then totally disregarding it altogether. You probably looked feral with second day clothes, puffy red eyes and a tangled mop in exchange of hair, but at this point, you didn’t give two damns.

“Give me time? ‘Give me time’? What kind of pathetic excuse is that? How completely dense do you have to be to not even have the strength to tell me the truth? You win, Jimin, I’m not your type nor am I as hot and ready as Jennie, okay? If I’m too much of this preppy bitch you constantly view in your eyes, then leave me the fuck alone! Continue to dangle yourself in front of every girl’s hungry face, for all I care. Just don’t act like you care when you lack any human emotion thereof and don’t,” you snap your arm away when he reaches for it, “include me in this little circus act of yours anymore.”

You come up for air, running your hands through your soaked locks and laughing like some sort of psycho. For the first time today, the weight that lingered on your chest is lifted. This was, like, some enlightenment type shit.

Jimin looks like he’s on the verge of crying or slapping you across the face, if the two could relate somehow. He knew this would happen sooner or later, drowning himself in packs of Marlboro’s to ease the guilt from his mind. Even worse, seeing you in person and seeing you so filled with hatred was making him fall even more in love with you, if it was possible. His thoughts were facetious, wanting nothing more than to engulf you in his arms and keep you here, with him. It was a little late for that.

You pipe up again only to die down, eyebrows knit together in concentration of what your next move was. Instead, you let your true emotions show in hopes that it kills him. You let your tears fall for the first time that day, lips pressed hard into a line and sighing so slow that your breath shakes. Seeing you like this made Jimin’s stomach plummet.

“You’re not my type either,” you whisper, expecting some sort of response or outburst or at least a fucking attempt of an explanation from him. But you don’t wait forever and you show yourself out the door.

You were pretty good at this whole ignoring game, he had to admit. Only after a certain amount of phone calls, voicemails, and texts (12, 3, and 8, by the way) did you finally go through with blocking his number entirely. You would sit on the exact opposite side of the lecture hall, surrounding yourself with occupied seats so he couldn’t just sit next to you, and practically dodging bodies to leave before he could catch up. He stopped trying that approach when he made accidental eye contact with you during class, eyes filled to the brim in pain and regret and longing to turn back the clock so you wouldn’t have to suffer because of him, it made him sick.

Jimin starts his walk home, had finished utilizing one of the lounges to study for a few hours. Like always, he beelines around the stadium to get to one of the main streets, passing by different athletic groups on the track.

He even sees you on the turf, practicing tumbling passes with the rest of the team, smile plastered on your face when your one friend… Kook, talks to you on the sideline. His heart wrenches, haven’t seen that smile in days. Trying his luck, he jumps over the dividing gate and walks down the track to your area.

You see him eventually, mumbling curses and cowering behind Jungkook even though he can’t completely hide you.

“What the—what’s wrong?”

“It’s him. I don’t want to talk to him,” you whimper, hating confrontation and hating lies even more so. Jungkook grips your shoulders, giving them a squeeze and showing an easing smile.

“I’ll take care of it. Go get some water from your bag,” he assures. You feel like crying for the rare occasion that your teammate, as stubborn as he was, would stick up for you in a time of need, nodding obediently and scurrying off to find your duffel.

Jungkook turns, his best look of intimidation etched onto his toned features and crossing his muscular arms for effect as Jimin walks up.

“I really need to talk to her. I’m not trying to hurt her, just want to clear up some things,” is all Jimin says, overlooking his opponents battle stance.

“We’re in the middle of practice right now. Cheer squad members only. Get lost,” Jungkook growls. Jimin rolls his eyes, ignoring Jungkook’s warning and trying to maneuver around him, instead being met with his beefy shoulder and a final glare of warning, “I said, get lost.”

Without thinking, Jimin rolls up his sleeves, tongue-in-cheek, ready to force his way through and teach this kid to live up to his word. But your eyes meet Jimin’s, worry for your friend apparent and willing an awkward encounter if it means it’ll protect Jungkook. Jimin sighs, backing down immediately and nodding.

“Please, just tell her to give me a call, at least. Sorry for interrupting.”

Jungkook can’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy, waiting until Jimin starts heading back until he calls out, “I will,” and giving him a hard but assertive smile. Jimin wouldn’t be trying so hard to reach out to you unless he really had a reason to.

“What did he say? He looked like he was about to kick your ass,” you prod, searching your teammates for any hint of reaction. He simply shrugs.

“He just requested to talk to you. He wasn’t really being an ass or anything. Actually, just being a little desperate. Are you sure you don’t want to hear what he has to say?” Jungkook asks. He was all for protecting you and valuing your wants more than anything, but he knows from personal experience that guys never try that hard unless they really have the hots for someone.

You worry your bottom lip with your teeth. Deep down, you really wanted to hear him out, hope it was all just a poorly-timed misunderstanding and have him tell you that you were what he really wanted. But then you remembered how unsurprised Yoongi was when he took yet another girl home, and how Jimin flat-out ignored you for days, and that god-awful Jennie that was literal walking evidence of your worst concern.

“No, I don’t want to hear anything he has to say,” you conclude.

Over the weekend, Jimin finds himself stuck in the dance studio for hours, working out all the stress he’s accumulated over this whole thing. He doesn’t even know if he’ll get over it as long as he stays here, contemplating dropping school altogether and going back home to Korea. He shoos away the thought as quickly as it comes, he was just being dramatic.

His muscles heave with every move, exhausted and overworked, yet he perseveres. His limbs beg him to stop, but he pushes himself even harder. Dripping sweat, his toe catches on his other foot and stumbles, floor coming so fast that only his elbows are able to catch the fall in time. The impact shakes his bones and makes him cry out in frustration, but he’s fine otherwise. Jimin rolls onto his back, a bubbling anger rising and tempting him to smash every mirror in this studio that reflects his pathetic self and his pathetic actions that haunt him like an ugly scar. Your face flashes in his mind, some odd sleepless-inducing mirage laughing at him.

He calms.

Flinging his bag over his shoulder, he practically forces himself to leave. More than anything, he needed to sleep and focus on finals that were this following week, not worry about some girl that didn’t even want to talk to him.

On his way, he sees Yoongi’s hair on the opposite side of the quad, coffee in hand and face contorted into a rare smile as he talks to some girl. Jimin, the cockblock that he was, changes his course in hopes of bribing his hyung to take him home.

Jimin didn’t have the sharpest of sight per se but he could pick your face from a crowd in seconds, that same face laughing and smiling at his roommate like you two were best friends now. Perhaps it’s the exhaustion or the utter shock, but he spins right back around and opts to walk home without another thought. 

When he gets home, he patiently waits for Yoongi, building a script in his head of the calm questions he’ll ask that will shed some light on what he could possibly be talking to you about. Yoongi was an attractive male himself, and surely wouldn’t give a shit about taking Jimin’s love interest for his own.

The door squeaks open after a short while, Yoongi muttering a short, “I’m home,” and treading to the kitchen. Jimin pops up from the couch and follows him, waiting for Yoongi to stick his head back out from the fridge.

“Shit, dude,” Yoongi jumps at Jimin’s sudden appearance, “prima ballerina is light on his toes.”

“What were you doing talking to Y/N,” Jimin asks without hesitation. Yoongi stares him down, amusement drawn on his face.

“What, are you stalking her now?”

Jimin’s eye twitches, “And are you suddenly interested in cheerleaders now, too? Just tell me what you guys were talking about!” It takes all of his patience to not unleash his pent-up anger on his hyung, knuckles turning white from squeezing his fists.

Yoongi leans against the counter, “Chill. I don’t like her. Accidentally bumped into her, quite literally, and got caught in a conversation.” Jimin internally chuckles, you were so goddamn clumsy.

“You should talk to her, no matter what,” he continues, “I think she’s really hurt right now but she’ll let you soon I bet.”

Jimin wondered if that was true.

Minthead’s words bounced around in your skull. They had been bouncing around throughout the week, even following up to your psych final. You took Friday’s final opening as there were too many students in the class for the professor to monitor and, honestly, it gave you more time to procrastinate on studying. Not that it mattered, you couldn’t focus anyway.

What you didn’t find surprising, no thanks to Lady Luck, was that Jimin picked the same day as you. He waved and smiled upon seeing your arrival, in which you rolled your eyes and sat near the back corner. Jimin, having enough of this game, collects his things and travels all the way across the lecture hall to plop down two seats away from you.

“Cheating, are we, Mister Park?” the professor eyes him with suspicion worn down with fatigue.

“N-No, sir.” Jimin clears his throat, whispering to you without his notice, “Look, we need to talk. I’m not letting you leave until you hear what I have to tell you.”

“Oh, so you’re blackmailing me now?” you spit.

“Don’t be stubborn. You don’t have to forgive me, you just need to hear my side of the story so we can both feel at ease,” he chooses his next words carefully, “although, I don’t want you to hate me, if I can help it.”

“No more talking, turn in your packet in the front when you’re done. You may leave when you’re finished,” the professor instructs, handing you both your finals.

You don’t look at Jimin for the remainder of the hour, focusing on the questions as hard as you can with a lingering indecisiveness nagging you in the back of your skull. How could you trust what Yoongi told you? What if Jimin was behind all of what he said in order for you to just be wrapped around his finger again? You were just starting to feel better, back to normal, even.

When you’re finished, you round up your stuff and submit your final. You don’t look where he’s sitting when you exit the hall, but you know he’s watching you leave. The doors shut quietly behind you and your brain fights to come to a decision.

“Forget it,” you mumble, feeling defeated and walking towards the quad.

It takes Jimin an extra 15 minutes to finish writing his answers, his mind whirring and cursing himself for taking so goddamn long, but how was he supposed to focus? Not when you completed it so early and probably left ahead of him. He all but jogs out, looking down each side of the hallway to look for you. He’s not surprised that you didn’t wait.

“Dammit!” he grunts, punching a decent-sized dent in the drywall. People around eye him, whispering words of concern and fear but he doesn’t care. Just paces outside as fast as he can to avoid familiar faces or staff.

“Jimin? Geez, dude, you look like a raging bull,” you call out to him, stepping away from a nearby bench and catching up to his angered frame.

“Y/N? I thought you left,” he exhales with relief, rubbing his bruising knuckles in his other hand, “Does this mean that you’ll talk to me?”

You shrug, eyes catching on his small injury, “I, uh, yeah. What happened? Are you okay?” You pull his hand towards you, brushing away debris from the wall and examining the damage, eyebrows knit in caring concern.

His heart races, how could you possibly touch him right now? How could you prioritize his wellbeing when he’s hurt you so badly? Pulling his arm away, he nods his head towards the bench you came from, “Wanna sit? I’ll make it quick, if I’m interrupting you.”

When you take a seat, several inches away from him for safe measure, you finally get a good look at Jimin for the first time in days. His hair stuck up in every direction and looked slick from grease, his normally dewy complexion pale and dull, and even more, reeking of cigarette smoke. He looked like hell, and even though you shouldn’t, you feel victorious in some way.

“I’m just going to cut to the chase,” he starts, “I get bored of girls really easily. I don’t like being obligated to a relationship because they’re totally bullshit most of the time. And I don’t have the patience for one single person.”

“Great, thanks, Jimin. I’m leaving now,” you say with a sarcastic laugh, starting to stand up until he grabs your wrist.

“But there’s something so different about you. I can’t get you out of my head. You’re pretty, fuck, you’re gorgeous. More than that, you’re strong and smart and not afraid to raise your voice and you’re not this overly-optimistic person but everything you touch is just suddenly so much better and I truly felt like you were doing that to me. You were making me better and pushing me to do what I love and all the more I fell in love with you along the way, but I was scared.” His leg shakes more and more as he continues and you can’t help but stare at his nervous antic.

“I tried so many times to forget you, to convince myself that this was just some,” he whirls his hands in the air, “phase, or something. But it just felt so wrong and I regret ever trying to attempt to do so. But I want to change, I want to love you and I want you to forgive me.”

“That’s a lot to ask for, Jimin. It’s a little too late for that,” you say, voice wavering. You wish you could punch yourself for being so weak in front of him. Or, even better, you could punch him.

“Too late? It’s not too late, baby. Let me show you how good I can be for you. You’re talking about the party, right? And the girl? That was nothing.”

You wince at his nonchalance, “Perhaps it’s nothing to you, Jimin, but the last thing I was expecting was for you to run off and fuck some sorority girl when you were so confused about me. That’s not how this works.”

He looks appalled, “What? You think I fucked someone?”

“I know you did. Some girl stumbling down the same time you did said so when she was talking to the rest of her Jimin fanclub,” you spit. This is where the real test came in.

“I didn’t—no. I didn’t screw anyone that night, oh my god. That’s why you’re so mad at me,” he ruffles his hair, completely dumbfounded, “Okay. I’m going to tell you the truth. I was with that girl, and I was intending to…” Your heart wrenches.

“But I didn’t! We made out a little but it was so wrong so I left before anything real happened and it was really my ah-ha moment that I wouldn’t ever be happy unless it was with you, Y/N. I mean it.”

“How do I know to take your word over hers? If I were to forgive you, how do I know that you won’t do anything stupid again?”

“Unfortunately, you don’t know. I wish I could provide evidence somehow, anything that would ease your mind. All I can ask for is just one more chance and promise you that it’s all I’ll ever need. Take all the time you need to be comfortable with me again, break my heart, literally give me a stick-and-poke of your own name, I don’t care.”

You laugh a little at his exclamation, the air lightening up enough for Jimin to grab your hand with courage. Squeezing a little, you look at him sternly before wriggling your hand out of his grasp.

“I don’t want to get hurt again. I don’t give anyone second chances. It just makes what they did to me okay, and it’s not okay even if you didn’t go all the way. You still hurt me, Jimin.”

His face droops with melancholy, “It’s not okay, it’s not okay at all. But—Y/N. Please. Just make one exception…”

“I—” your eyes well with tears, again, “I don’t know Jimin. I want to but I’m just not sure.” Your flight responses kick in and you hop off the bench.

“I have to go. I have to get to practice and there’s a performance at halftime tomorrow and I just don’t have time for… this.”

“I’m sorry, I promise I won’t bug you anymore but please just think about it. About me.”

You nod and smile feebly, forcing your body away from him as fast as you could without sprinting. You didn’t even have practice for another hour and you’re sure Jimin knew that, but it would only be moments before you dove into his chest and thanked him for coming back, and you didn’t want to be so weak.

Assuring yourself that you’re just overwhelmed and possibly overthinking, you opt to head to the gym, despite being an hour early.  

Suzy somehow convinces you to sit out for the game until performance at halftime, not taking your arguments as valid and forcing you to sit under the cheer tent, arms crossed in bitterness. Here you were, now forced to think about all that’s happened while Jungkook bases Nani out of all girls. You didn’t have a problem with her, but Jungkook was your base goddammit.

“Jimin really likes you, and I can vouch for him that he didn’t do anything with Jennie that night. Unfortunately, because of you, he hasn’t been able to do anything. Never brings girls home anymore, hasn’t smoked until just recently. Even told me that he’s into dancing? ‘S weird,” Yoongi chuckled. You laugh with him, unaware that Yoongi has any expression aside from cynical indifference.

“Why are you telling me this?” As much as you appreciated his concern, why the hell did he care?

“Because all he fucking talks about is you. How pretty you are and how he was going to ask you out to a movie and how cute you eat your food? So gross, just give him a pair of used panties already,” he scrutinized.

“He can’t seem to get out of this rut, either. I’m guessing it’s because you’re pretty mad at him,” he admits after a while.

The words play in your head like a broken record, eventually giving you a gnarly headache. You were sure he was telling the truth; intentionally scheming with Yoongi to not tell Jimin of your meeting, hoping both of their stories aligned completely parallel. Jimin even told you things he didn’t need to, things Yoongi left out.

So why were you hesitating?

“Y/N! Time to shine, lazyass. Start stretching,” Jungkook yells, shaking you out of your thoughts. You do as you’re told, stretching briefly while the clock gets closer and closer to halftime. It sounds with a loud, obnoxious tone, and you run out with the rest of the team and the marching band when the football players clear the field.

The rest passes as it always does, your mind fogging out the routine having done it so many times. Suzy calls, Jungkook throws, the band plays alongside and you subconsciously follow along to the counts playing in your head.

Then, the crowd just stops cheering. You all continue, trained to push through no matter the distraction until a horrendous screech fills the stadium, the scoreboard glitching until it switches input to a live broadcast.

Losing your balance and doing the absolute opposite of what flyers should do, you crumple and reach forward to break your fall. You don’t know how, but Jungkook shoves your feet back just in time to bear-hug your waist, preventing an ugly face-plant with the ground.

“Thanks,” you heave, “What the hell is going on?”

“Probably some frat idiot prank, do you think we should just get off the field?”

“Shut it, look,” Suzy interrupts.

“Uhh, I don’t know if this is working,” a voice booms through the stadium, video focusing on some guy in a hoodie as people in the distance struggle to keep people, presumably staff, into the announcing room.

“Oh my fucking god, that’s Jimin,” you whisper, catching Jungkook’s wheeze of surprise with a mutual look of chaos.

“I don’t know how long I’ll have before I gotta skedaddle but here I go: Y/N, the one on the cheer squad preferably, I have severely fucked up. I underestimated you but you were never wrong about me because I am a total asswipe. But I want to prove that you’ve changed me and I want to be your boyfriend and always take half of your portions of food and criticize the American government,” someone yells fuck the government! in the distance to this, “and dance for you and hell, baby, I’ll dance for you and—oh shit.”

There’s a ripple of giggles and whoops throughout the crowd as Jimin darts past someone that attempts to contain him, briefly showing an exasperated face before they switch the scoreboard back to its numbery self.

“I don’t ever think I’d see the day Park Jimin would ever confess his feelings… to a cheerleader… at a televised game,” Suzy speaks between cackling. This would have been mortifying if it weren’t so utterly amusing; your cheeks straining from how hard you’re smiling. Jimin was an exceptional son-of-a-bitch, but there wasn’t really much wrong with letting your naivete get the best of you. If you gave up on every person that caused you trouble, how would you ever know what unconditional love feels like? Because you were pretty damn sure this was it and you didn’t want to give it up.

You love Jimin.

“Oh, here he comes,” Jungkook informs. You both watch as Jimin sprints onto the field, scouting for your eyes among everyone else’s and screeching to a halt in front of you with a shit-eating grin.

“Okay, what’s your answer? Because honestly, we’re not each other’s type at all appearance-wise but I can’t imagine being with anyone else at this dreaded school and if I get suspended without getting something out of this then—”

“Oh my god, Jimin, just shut the hell up, okay? You win,” you roll your eyes and wipe that stupid smile off with a caress to his sweaty face and a planted kiss on his lips. Jimin’s insides explode, either from the kiss or the incredible 4k he just sprinted but nonetheless he’s so fucking in love.

He lifts you off your feet, hugging the remainder of air out of your body and making you squeal.

“I love you, I love you, and I’m so sorry,” he repeats like a mantra, those beloved puppy dog eyes brimming with flickering adoration and regret and relief all at once.

“I—I forgive you. Really, I do. I love you, even if you make me want to shove a pom-pom down your throat,” you cry in happiness. He kisses you one more time, quick but piercing and so right.

The crowd cheers as they watch the display, and oh bologna when you signed up to be a cheerleader you didn’t think you’d catch this much attention, and even more so when Yoongi suddenly runs over with a wireless mic in hand.

“Before we get back to your soccer game, can you just clarify to the audience what you said to this little outburst right here?” He announces with deadpan enthusiasm. You knew that he secretly enjoyed this commotion, probably reveling in it like some odd middle-man that liked to watch his friend’s problems go up in flames.

You hesitantly take the mic, “Yeah, um, I said yes. I said yes and I might be making a mistake but yeah he’s taken, I’m sorry ladies.” What kind of crappily scripted teen movie was this?

You start to hand the mic back to Yoongs, but Jimin snags it and adds a quick, “Uhh last words: Fuck you Jennie, you lying bitch! ‘Kay, enjoy your game.” You choke at the exclamation.

“… Too soon?” You dramatically shrug and make a just a little sign with a pinched thumb and index.

“Jimin, how much did you have to drink to do all this?”

“A little shot for courage is nothing, babe. Oh—evening kind sirs!” Three older, and visibly agitated, teachers grab Jimin by the arm. “I’ll be back, hopefully, I’ll wait for you after the game!”

Waving him off, you return to the sideline before the pack of oblivious football players maul you. You watched his pink mop bob off into the distance, Yoongi soon accompanying him with the rest of his hooligans as they’re scrutinized by the teachers. Chuckling, you ponder how long a relationship you two could pull off, a small part of you hoping it’s deeper than calf love, and a larger bit knowing it is.

a/n: yay! you made it! if you liked it, feel free to let me know or ask any questions to the characters! xx, poppy

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Personal stylist!Reader x OT7

(eventual) smut, fluff, slight angst & a bit of comedy here and there

Summary: You travel to Korea to start your new life as a personal stylist, expecting nothing more than to gain some job experience for the future, but seven sulky men make it difficult for you to stay in your lane and follow the rules. Will you stay faithful to your boss, or fall into the charms of another?

Notes: This chapter was so much fun to write, I love bringing out the personalities of the boys. Also I know y’all are anticipating when the smutty stuff is gonna happen, but...just wait

Warnings: mild cursing, mentions of alcoholism

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Chapter 3

You tried to brush off all your dirty thoughts and took Jungkook’s first outfit off the rack. It was time for you to get professional, there was no time for anticipating or being shy. You were done doubting yourself. “Okay let’s change you into these pants first”, you said turning away from him to take the pants off the hanger, whilst he dropped his pants down. When you heard the belt of his pants colliding with the floor you turned to hand him the pants, trying your best to maintain eye contact. And, well, to not look down. You got him dressed quicker than you expected. He was looking at himself in the mirror, looking pleased as he was turning around to see how the outfit fitted him. You went closer to make sure all the buttons of his shirt were tightly closed and straightened any crumbled fabric. “Those pants look slightly loose, do you think they’ll stay up on their own like that?” you asked him. He looked down at his pants, not really knowing what to answer. “You’re the professional one here, you tell me”, he said smirking to you. “You’re right, that needs a belt just in case” you said and went over the table to pick a matching belt. “Yeah, I don’t wanna pull a Jin out there”, Jungkook laughed. “Pull a Jin?”, you asked. “Yeah, Jin’s pants have fallen down on stage once and bro, that was the funniest thing ever!” Jungkook cackled and slapped his hands together. “Poor Jin! Y’all must be giving him a hard time for it, if you have even gone as far as naming a saying after it”, you tried to hold back your laughter, but couldn’t help but join him. Maybe you had been too quick to judge idols before, since you started noticing how well along you got with Jungkook, and how down to earth he was in front of you. Besides his outstanding looks, he was just like any other ordinary young adult, or atleast the extremely kind and funny type. He had a personality that made you feel like you had known him forever, because he was so chill with you. Maybe Melissa was right, maybe you would become friends with some of the idols. Again, not those type of friends who would hang out and do things together, but work friends. Friends who work together, but aren’t afraid to joke around and make it fun. You found yourself hoping for it.

Once you finally got done styling Jungkook and he had left the room, it wasn’t long until another tall man walked through the door. “Hi, my name is Namjoon, nice to meet you!” he introduced himself, with the most genuine smile you had ever seen. You were surprised by his good manners, and could sense the inner leader in him. You had been told earlier in your first meeting that Namjoon was the leader of the group. You introduced yourself back, and got started with the styling. It was noticeably more quiet, than it was with Jungkook, but you didn’t mind working in peace. Namjoon had an effect on the atmosphere, that didn’t make the silence any awkward, it was surprisingly comfortable, taking  in the fact that you didn’t really even know each other. You couldn’t help but admire his full chest, while helping him button up his shirt. You did it sneakingly, though. Or at least that's what you thought, because when you felt soft breathing on the back of your neck, you looked up, only to find out Namjoon had noticed your staring and was now giving you a big smile with his dimples out. Your eyes got wide and your mouth slightly dropped: “Sorry! I didn’t mean to stare!”. “No, you can stare, it’s fine”, he reassured. It’s fine? You thought to yourself. Either this man liked being stared at, or he didn’t want to make you feel embarrassed, you needed to get your shit together. You were about to finish buttoning up his last buttons, when he suddenly grabbed your hands. “Should I leave a few buttons open then?”, he asked stopping you from closing the buttons. “I mean, sure if you want to”, you said nodding, trying to hide the fact that his touch slightly startled you and made you blush. “No, I’m asking your opinion here. You were the one staring at my chest, so does it mean you like it?”, he raised an eyebrow at you. “I-” you stopped, not knowing what to say, “Yeah it’s nice when it’s out there”. You had to get your courage up to finish that sentence, because you knew you were his stylist, and you needed to give your opinion when asked, or at least that’s what you told yourself to try to keep the encounter as professional as possible. You dropped your hands from his shirt and he fixed the collar, so his tan chest would peek through. He had a pleased look on his face.

You were quick to find out that Yoongi wasn’t the most talkative type, when the first thing he said when he wandered into the room was: “Save the small talk, I’m saving energy for the concert”. You couldn’t help but smile at that, when the smaller framed man lazily fell onto the chair. “We’re good, but I’m gonna need you to put these on for me”, you said and handed him his clothes. He got dressed quickly, and you picked up his casual clothes off the floor and put them away. While you were busy folding his clothes into a box, Yoongi had walked over to the table and started sniffing all the different bottles of cologne you had laid out. “Do you have anything else than these generic husky scents? All these do is work on me like an insect repellent, I wanna stay away from anyone who smells like this”, he complained putting down the last bottle. You scoffed at his statement. “So you wanna stay away from Namjoon and Jungkook? The previous boys practically lathered themselves with those”, you snickered at him. “Exactly my point”, he said without moving his lazy expression. “Hmm, well those were all the fragrances given to me”, you looked around trying to find a solution for his satisfaction. You went through your bag, but the only scent in there was your cheap floral Victoria’s Secret. You pulled it out to inspect it more, but Yoongi took it off your hand and sprayed a little bit of it in the air. “Mmm, now this is what I’m talking about”, he said and spritzed it all over him. You were surprised that such a cold man was weak for some flowery girly ooze, but it was cute. He marched out of the room, with a cloud of Victoria’s secret following him. “I think I made him happy” you thought to yourself.

After the quiet client Yoongi had left the room, you were faced with a loud crowd of three when Jin, Hoseok and Taehyung all barged into your room at once. You just stood there when they sat down on the to sofa in the corner of the room. “Um, who am I styling?” you tried to ask, but with no effect. None of them heard your quiet voice, when they were too busy laughing at each others jokes and playing games on their phones. You walked over to them, and took the phone out of Taehyung’s hand. “Hey-”, Tae let out as they all stopped into their places. “I asked, who am I styling here?”, you repeated, but clearly it was their first time hearing it, judging by the confused looks. “Jin will go first”, Hoseok said. Jin slapped him on the arm. “No! Hoseok is going first!” he yelled in defense. You rolled your eyes as the boys started bickering playfully together. “You can style me first”, Taehyung stood up from the sofa and smiled at you. “Thank yo-” you were about to say when he continued: “If I’ll get my phone back after that”. Hoseok and Jin had settled down to watch the situation from afar and started loudly laughing at Taehyung’s statement. You crossed your arms and pouted, while trying to think of a comeback. “Come on, cut her some slack, she’s just trying to do her job here. Let’s not get on her nerves on her first day”, Tae said turning back to look at Hobi and Jin and then gave you his most angelic smile. You knew damn well he did this only to get on your good side, so he’d get his phone back soon, but you accepted it, since it seemed to have an effect on the other boys. While you were dressing each one of them up, the others were being noisy in the background or making stupid comments to try to make the one you were dressing up embarrassed in front of you. Even though you were sure to give them annoyed looks, you knew that deep inside you were having fun with them, and you lowkey enjoyed the attention you were receiving.

While being busy looking after these three kids, you had forgotten about your biggest worry of the night. It, well he, was quick to remind you of it, when he stormed into the room. “Get out fools, it’s my turn with her”, Jimin stated out loud. “Doesn’t that sound kind of objectifying, Jimin?”, Hoseok said. “I’m talking about my turn to get styled by her, keep your dirty thoughts to yourself”, he snapped back and turned to smile slyly at you. You froze, not knowing what to do or what to say. You were hoping that at least one of the members would stay in the room with you and Jimin, because you were forced to face your much dreaded fear. To your disappointment, they all left at the same time, the decibels dropping painfully low with the atmosphere in the room. Once the door closed, Jimin stared at you curiously. There it was, the same damn stare that made you weak in the knees before. He knew too well what he was doing to you, and he enjoyed the power he had over you. “Are you going to undress me now?” he asked. You choked. “Excuse me, what?” “Yeah, are you going to undress me so you can style me?”, he said licking his lips teasingly. “Look, I think you got it wrong. I’m not the one who undresses you, I’m the one who gets you dressed up. Don’t get too excited now”, you gave him a saucy look. He just laughed at that, clearly being fueled by your reaction. You walked to the clothing racks. “Take your pants off”, you commanded. “Oh, going straight to the point, huh? Don’t you think it takes some foreplay before this part?”, he said with a strong sarcastic tone. You didn’t even bother to respond to that, and just threw his suit pants at him, which caused him to scoff and give you an offended look. “Woah there dancer!”, he laughed. “Dancer?” You questioned. “Don’t you remember how you busted out those moves at the gym the other day? I’d invite you to be a part of the danceline, if Hobi wasn’t so strict”. You felt your face heat up once again, and a mixed emotion of anger and embarrassment boiling in your gut. “You weren’t supposed to see that”, you said with a defeated low voice. “Yeah I figured when you ran away from there. Could you teach me some of your moves some day?” He teased and imitated your body rolls. You pushed the shirt off your hands on him and accidentally formed a little smile, when you noticed the comical face he was pulling. “See, I knew you liked me”, he smiled while putting on the shirt you shoved to him. “No I don’t Jimin”, you said. “I thought there was something in the way you looked at me since the first time you saw me”, he said and your face started heating up. Did he really feel it too? You really had contemplated if there was something in the way he looked at you from the first time you saw him, just like he said, but has he thought so too? “Oh, and then there’s the blushing. You seem to be doing that alot around me too”, he said as he quirked his head to the side to look at your reddened face that you tried to hide. You hated how right he was. Were you really that invisible? Your pride didn’t let you give out to him, and you quickly collected yourself. “Put this on”, you said and gave him a tie, trying to distract both, him and yourself from the ongoing topic. “Could you help me?”, he asked with a voice little bit too sweet. “What, you don’t know how to put on a tie?” You responded. He looked down at the tie on his hands thinking what he could say next. You were sure that this was just another way of his trying to get you closer to him, but his response took you by surprise. “No, I’ve never been taught how to. My dad was an alcoholic, and he was never around to teach me the manly deeds, so no, I really don’t know how to”, he looked deep into your eyes. You felt the guilt creeping up on you, and swallowed before answering. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know..but I’m here to teach you, I’m your stylist after all”, you said standing closer to him. “Thank you”, he responded and it felt like he finally put his guard down. You reached to his neck to put the tie around it and slowly started to instruct him how to tie it. He looked down at you, swifting between looking at your hands and your face as you were busy explaining. He wasn’t really even listening to you, but enjoyed seeing you being so passionate about something. “..and then you pull it and it should be in place, like this. Did you get it?” You finished teaching him. He didn’t respond and you looked up to him: “Jimin?”. You were faced with his calm eyes on yours. He was looking down at you like he was really happy that you were there. For once, you actually felt comfortable looking back to his eyes, not feeling like you were his target anymore. Sure, you felt almost vulnerable under him, but you could see in his eyes that he meant no harm to you. He slowly took his hands and cupped your face in them. You knew where this was going, but you wanted it too. He shifted his eyes to your lips, and you closed your eyes. Just as you were letting go of your professionalism, a knock on the door forced you to gather it up again. You quickly pulled away from him, and went to open the door. “Hi, oh my god I have to tell you everything! You can not believe what happened between Namjoon and me-, oh, you have a client here!” Melissa fussed. Jimin smiled at her. “No, we were just done here. Jimin, you can go now”, you hinted at him. He looked at you in defeat, but left the room. “Did I interrupt something?” Melissa asked. “What? No! Why would I be doing something with Jimin? It’s my first day of work, Bighit was very clear about-” “I was kidding”, Melissa brushed it off. “Oh”, you sighed.    

Chapter 4 

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[inkjam-moon]

Sweet & Spicy - Part Two(M)

Summary: Your first visit to Jeongguk’s house goes horribly wrong

Pairing: Jeongguk x Reader

Genre: Fluff, smut, a little angst

Word Count: 8.1k

TW: jin being rude af, almost sex, oral, bj

It’s been seven months since Jeongguk asked you to be his, and you can’t remember ever making a better decision in your life. Jeongguk is already the sweetest, funniest, and most amazing person you’ve ever known, but add ‘boyfriend’ to all that and somehow he becomes even more so. The two of you spend even more time together now, if that’s even possible. If he isn’t working, Jeongguk is at your apartment; sometimes even when you’re not there, he’ll just wait for you.

The two of you continue your movie night tradition, although now you always stop at the swings to eat, the spot having become sort of a special place for the both of you, and then you hold hands as you walk back to your place. The two of you are constantly curled up on the couch together, snuggled up under some blankets, content with just being together.  

You know that you’re going to be Jeongguk’s first everything, and therefore, you don’t push him. You let him take his time, you let him go slow, now matter how impatient you get because you care about him so much. The only thing that you don’t understand is why you can never hang out at his place.

For as long as you’ve known Jeongguk, you’ve know about who he is; Jeon Jeongguk of BTS, a famous idol that travels the world to perform, and you know he lives at a dorm with six other guys, but the fact that seven months into your relationship, and two years into your friendship he still hasn’t introduced you to them, bothers you. You don’t really understand why he won’t; Jeongguk has met almost all of your friends, but he won’t let you meet the most important people in his life, the people that he spends all of his time with when he’s not with you.

You’ve seen them. You know who they are, who in Korea doesn’t at this point? Yet every time you even bring them up in conversation, Jeongguk shuts the topic down. You don’t know what’s got him so scared to introduce you. You know he will eventually, and you’re letting him take his time, but you can’t deny that a small part of you, deep down inside is really put off by it.

Speaking of letting Jeongguk take his time, the two of you have never done anything other than kiss and cuddle. You absolutely adore the sweet, gentle make out sessions on your couch, his lips are so soft every time they caress yours, and you quickly became addicted to the feeling, but sometimes after he goes home, you slip into your bed and pleasure yourself, letting your imagination run wild with the thought of what he’s going to do to you when you finally get to that point.

Jeongguk is a bit nervous and clumsy when it comes to your intimate moments. The first time you made out, he didn’t really know what he was doing and there was a bit too much tongue, but he learns quickly, and once you showed him what to do, he became so good that every time he kisses you, it makes your knees weak.

Today, you’re sitting on your couch alone, waiting for Jeongguk to text you that he’s done with rehearsal and is on his way over. You ended up watching some sort of cooking competition and you’re starting to get hungry. You pick up your phone to ask Jeongguk to bring some food when your phone buzzes in your hand from none other than the one you were about to text.

Kookie (6:37pm): Hey, do you want to come over to the dorm?

You (6:37pm): Wait, seriously?

Kookie (6:39pm): Yeah

You (6:40pm): Does this mean I get to meet everyone?

You watch Jeongguk’s typing bubble appear and disappear several times before he finally replies.

Kookie (6:43pm): They won’t be there…

Well, you’ll take what you can get.

You (6:43pm): Yeah, I’ll be right there!

Kookie (6:44pm): Okay! I’ll meet you at the swings!

You close your phone and hop up off the couch, grabbing your bag before heading out the door and down the street to the park. It’s a short walk, and when you round the corner, Jeongguk’s silhouette comes into view, sporting a light jacket and sweatpants, both black of course, along with a facemask. He smiles wide when he sees you, you can tell from the crinkling of his eyes as he rushes to meet you, pulling down his mask briefly enough to place a sweet kiss on your lips. The two of you haven’t seen each other in about a week and a half, so you understand when his lips linger on yours a bit longer than his usual public displays.

“Hi baby.” You smile back at him as he grabs your hand and pulls his mask back into place.

“I’ve missed you. Are you ready?” He asks.

“Of course!” You nod excitedly.

“Okay, let’s go!” He takes his hold on your hand and uses it to tug you down the street, leading you down the familiar path to his dorm. You’ve stood outside the building to wait for him before, so you know where it is, but you’ve never been allowed in, always having to patter out on the sidewalk as you wait.

It’s not a far walk from your apartment; you use the dance studio as a halfway point, but in reality his place is a bit farther away from the studio than yours is; and when you get there you take in the sheer grandeur of the building, always amazed at the fact that he can actually afford to live here.

Jeongguk leads you into the building and you’re equally amazed at the sight of the lavish lobby. You can’t help but feel unbelievably out of place. You’re tugged over to the elevator and you both step inside when the doors open. Jeongguk presses the button for his floor as the doors close and then the elevator takes off, the doors opening again on Jeongguk’s floor. You both step out into a small room with a door and Jeongguk punches the code into the keypad to unlock the door.

You walk into the entry room as Jeongguk shuts the door behind you to see what seems like hundreds of pairs of shoes stacked on the shelves lining the walls. You slip your shoes off and place them in front of the shelf as Jeongguk takes his sneakers off and places them in one of the empty spots. He pulls you into the next room and flicks on the light and your eyes take in the sight before you.

To be quite honest, it just looks like a normal living room; possessions strewn about, a large tv with several gaming consoles attached, three large couches, a couple laptops laying around; if you didn’t see all the clothes lying about with designer names emblazoned on them, you’d think it was just the apartment of a few average college roommates.

“So, this is the living room.” Jeongguk mumbles. “It’s where we spend most of our time.”

“It’s impressive.” You nod in approval, making Jeongguk smile.

“Over here,” He starts, tugging you along through a door to the right. “Is the kitchen.” He flicks on another light and you see a rather large kitchen with marble countertops, two large refrigerators, an island with a sink on it; all of which are plated with stainless steel. God what you wouldn’t give to cook in this kitchen. “Are you thirsty?”

“A little bit yeah.”

“Water?” He asks, dropping your hand for the first time since you met up as he walks over to one of the fridges.

“Please?”

He nods and reaches in, grabbing a bottle of water for you and walking back over to place it in your hand, but he doesn’t give you time to drink before he’s dragging you out a doorway at the side of the kitchen and into a hallway. He points to the door down at the far left end.

“That’s Hobi hyung, Jimin, and Taehyung’s room The one across from it is their bathroom. The next one is Jin hyung and Yoongi hyung’s room.” Then he skips a door and points to the door at the far right end. “That’s the study slash inhouse studio.” He tugs you into the hallway and points to the only door left on the wall to your right. “That’s our bathroom, and this,” he grabs the doorknob on the door he skipped earlier. “Is my and Namjoon hyung’s room.” He twists the doorknob and pushes the door open, leading you into his bedroom.

The sight is overwhelming at first; there’s music equipment everywhere and several computer monitors on each of the two desks in the room, but as Jeongguk tugs you further in, leading you past the first desk and bed, you recognize the teddy bear you got him for his birthday last month where it sits perched atop what must be his bed.

“This is my bed.” He states, plopping himself down on the mattress and tossing his face mask across the room onto his desk.

“I could tell when I saw Little Kookie.” You state, sitting down next to him and grabbing the teddy bear.

“I told you, his name is Charlie.” Jeongguk pouts, taking the bear from your hands and hugging it.

“Whatever his name, he’s still not as cute as you.” You state, booping Jeongguk’s nose, making his face scrunch in faux annoyance.

“You’re the cute one.” He mumbles, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on your lips. He pulls back for a split second before going back in for a second kiss, and before you know it, his lips seems to be stuck to yours. Charlie is tossed to the side as Jeongguk’s hands reach up to cup your face, pulling you closer as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss.

You scoot closer, swiping your tongue along his bottom lip as a suggestion, asking him to part his lips, which he quickly does, allowing you to slip your tongue into his mouth to taste how sweet he always seems to be.

With no effort at all, Jeongguk sweeps you up and pushes you down onto your back, crawling between your legs without separating your mouths. This time it’s his tongue that slides between your lips, making you gasp lightly as his hips grind up against yours for the first time. The contact surprises you, and you break the kiss, pulling back to stare up at him in question. You’ve never seen him like this before; his breathing has picked up significantly, his pupils are blown wide, and his bottom lip is red from all the kissing; he looks so delectably sexy.

“Kookie, what-”

“Noona I want to… I want you.” He whispers. “I want you to take it…”

Your eyes go wide when you realize exactly what it is he wants. “Kook, are you sure? I mean-”

“I’m sure. I-I’ve been thinking about it a lot actually. I want to have sex. And I want my first time to be with you. And every time after that…” He whispers the last part, a light blush filling his cheeks.

“Jeongguk-ah…” You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face at his confession, reaching up to cup his flushed cheeks to pull him down for a chaste kiss. “Okay.”

“Okay? Really?” His eyes light up with excitement.

“Really.” You giggle.

Instead of more words, Jeongguk seals your agreement by leaning down to kiss you again, tugging on your bottom lip before slipping his tongue back into your mouth. You slide your hands down his chest, tugging his jacket off and tossing it to the side before slipping your hands under his shirt like you’ve done so many times before, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your palms as his lips slip away to find your neck, immediately biting down on your collarbone, making you moan lightly.

Jeongguk’s head shoots up at the noise. “Are you okay?” He asks, wondering if he did something wrong.

“Yes.” You chuckle. “Kook, that felt good.”

“O-oh, okay.” Jeongguk smiles innocently before returning to your neck, leaving hot kisses all along the expanse of skin, from your jaw to your shoulder, as his trembling hands pop open the buttons of your jeans and very carefully begin to tug them down. You lift your hips to help him and as soon as the denim is deposited on his floor, you grab the waistband of his sweatpants and wiggle them down over his hips.

He kicks the fabric off his legs onto the floor and then pulls the covers down, allowing you both to slip under them as Jeongguk settles himself between your legs, his now very obvious erection pressing against your center and you relish in the friction as you drag him back to meet your lips.

“Y-Y/N, wait,” Jeongguk breaks from you, breathless. “I-I probably should’ve thought of this before, but…” He sighs. “I don’t have a condom.”

“You got tested like I asked you to, right?” You ask.

Jeongguk nods. “I’m clean.”

“Then it’s okay baby. I have an IUD, remember?”

“Oh right… What is that again?”

You giggle at his innocence. “It’s birth control Kookie.”

“Ohhhh right, okay.”

“Can we get back to what we were doing then?” You ask, sliding a hand down his body to cup his hardness over his boxers. Jeongguk gasps at your touch, his body shivering with pleasure. He grabs your hips and pulls you down against him as he leans over and kisses you again.

Jeongguk pulls his boxers down to mid thigh, in too much of a hurry to take them off all the way. One of Jeongguk’s hands finds its way in between your legs and pulls your panties to the side. “Fuck,” His hips buck into your hand as he swears under his breath. “Oh god, oh god, oh god this is happening.”

“Jeongguk look at me baby.” You request softly. His wide brown eyes find yours and you cup his face gently. “Take a deep breath for me.” He nods, closing his eyes and following your instructions, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly to help calm himself. When he opens his eyes again, there isn’t as much panic in them.

“Noona, I love you.” He whispers.

You heart flutters in your chest as you caress his cheek, smiling softly. “Kookie, I-”

“Hey Kook are you- What the fuck?!”

Jeongguk’s body goes rigid on top of you as you both look in the direction of the new voice. It’s one of Jeongguk’s roommates. Oh shit.

“Jeon Jeongguk, what the hell are you doing?”

“J-Jin hyung? What are you doing home?”

“Saving your ass apparently!” Jin exclaims, walking over to the bed and yanking Jeongguk off of it by the collar of his shirt. “Are you crazy?”

“It’s not what it looks like!” Jeongguk protests, shoving his suddenly flaccid self back in his boxers as you sit up.

“So you didn’t pretend to be sick so you could stay home and get laid?”

“Hyung I-”

“Couch. Now.” Jin orders, looking back and forth between you and Jeongguk before adding, “Her too.”

Jeongguk nods as he stands, grabbing your hand a pulling you out of his bed and out into the hallway where some of the other boys are standing; they must’ve heard the commotion and come to investigate. Jin storms past the two of you and heads into the kitchen while Jeongguk drags you into the living room to the big couch, offering you a seat first before he takes on next to you, but far enough away that you’re not touching.

You’ve never seen Jeongguk look so… ashamed. His head hangs low as he stares at his lap, both of you awkwardly sitting on the couch in nothing but your underwear and a t shirt. You’re about to ask Jeongguk what’s happening when Jin stomps back into the room, mid conversation with another roommate, followed by five more curious bodies.

“Jin calm down. I’m sure there’s an explanation.” The roommate says, the tallest of the group of them.

“There better be.” Jin growls, coming to stand in front of the couch to glare at Jeongguk. “Jeon Jeongguk I want you to tell me what the hell you think you’re doing!”

“Hyung, I swear, it’s not what it looks like.” Jeongguk whimpers.

“Really? Because it looks like you were about to lose your virginity to a prostitute!” Jin explodes, his eyes ablaze with fury.

“Jin that’s a bit far.” Another boy, shorter with dark hair and cat-like eyes, interrupts.

“Who the hell are you calling a prostitute?” You spit.

“She can understand us?” Jin asks Jeongguk.

You roll your eyes. “Yes. She can.”

“Jin why would you assume that?” The cat-eyed boy speaks again.

Jin’s eyes go wide when you speak and suddenly he’s fumbling for words. “Well I- You- I just-”

“You think just because I’m a foreigner I’m a prostitute?”

“You were in bed! Naked!” Jin exclaims. “Am I supposed to believe you weren’t going to fuck him?”

“That doesn’t make her a prostitute Jin.” The tall one argues.

“But she’s a foreigner!” Jin protests. “You’re a foreigner! I bet you just met him today!”

“For your information, I’ve lived here for almost three years and have known Jeongguk for two of them.” You state as you stand up, coming face to face with Jin.

“Oh great. What are you, his stalker?”

You can feel your ears turning red from the anger coursing through your veins. “I’m his girlfriend!” The other boys around the room gasp at this. “Have been for seven months.”

“Bullshit. If he had a girlfriend he would have told us.”

“You think so? When he knows you’d blow up like this? No wonder he didn’t want me to meet you.”

“You’re lying!” Jin accuses.

“Jeongguk, tell him.” You turn to face the shell of a man sitting on the couch who looks up at you with wide, terrified eyes. He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes up as he looks back and forth between you and Jin, panicked. “Kook…” Your voice softens at the sight of him like this and you immediately move to comfort him, but Jin grabs your wrist and pulls you away.

“Don’t touch him.”

You wrench yourself free. “Don’t touch me. I just want to make sure he’s okay.”

“Get out.” Jin growls when you move toward Jeongguk again.

“Just let me check on him.”

“You didn’t have sex, so he’s not going to pay you. I said get out.”

“Hyung-” The tall one chides.

“I’m not a fucking prostitute! Kook…” You sit down next to Jeongguk, hoping he’ll defend you, but he refuses to even look at you.

“You should go…” He whispers. “This was a mistake.”

“Are you serious?” You ask, a bit hurt by his words. He just nods. “Fine.” You state. You stand again and start walking in the direction of Jeongguk’s room, but you’re stopped once more.

“Where are you going?” Jin hisses, his hand wrapped around your wrist again. “The door is the other way.”

“I’m getting my fucking pants.” You spit, nearly pulling him to the floor with the force you use to yank your wrist free. You disappear into Jeongguk’s room and pull on your jeans, grabbing your phone that fell out of your pocket and then heading back out into the living room to the front door. As you slip your shoes on, you look up to see six pairs of eyes on you, not seven. You stomp your foot to make sure your shoe is on and then open the door, looking back over your shoulder one last time. “Jeongguk…Don’t call me again.”

“What? Y/N-” But before you hear what he has to say, you slam the door and head to the stairs, going down them as fast as you can and out onto the street where you feel like you can breathe again. You hail a cab and head home, not wanting to walk through the park.

When you step into your apartment, you fall apart. You can’t believe he didn’t defend you. He didn’t say anything. And it fucking hurt. To have his closest friends think you’re nothing more than some common foreign prostitute… You immediately head to the shower to rinse away the bad feelings. You check your phone one last time before you head to sleep, and when you see no notifications, the cracks forming in your heart deepen.

It’s been a week. A whole week without Jeongguk and it feels like a lifetime. Not a single call or text, nothing. It wasn’t until the next morning that you started to regret what you said to Jeongguk, but the more you thought about it, the angrier you got. He should’ve defended you. He should’ve said something. Anything. But here you are, a week later, and still not a word from him.

It’s movie night and you’ve never felt so empty. You’re sitting on the couch in your comfy clothes, getting ready to crack open a bottle of wine and watch a depressing movie to sadden yourself further in an attempt to start moving on.

Just as you curl up under your favorite blanket your phone starts to vibrate next to you. You pick it up to see the only name you want to see, and yet at the same time, you don’t want to see it. Jeongguk. You stare at your phone, deciding whether or not you should answer it, but by the time you decide, it stops ringing. Shit. You go to put your phone down, but it immediately starts vibrating again. This time you only wait two rings before answering it.

“Hello?”

“Noona…”

“Jeongguk.” You whisper to keep your voice from cracking.

“Are… Are you home?”

“Of course I am. It’s Friday.” You’re always off on Fridays because it’s movie night.

“I know, I just didn’t know if you had plans.”

“I’m home Jeongguk. What do you want?”

“For you to answer the door.”

“What?” Just then you hear a faint knock on your front door. You stand and walk over, unlocking and opening it to see Jeongguk standing there in the hallway as he hangs up his phone. You do the same as you shoot him a glare.

“Can I come in?” He asks quietly.

You roll your eyes, but step to the side, allowing him to enter before shutting the door behind him. He walks over to the couch and picks up your bottle of wine, raising his eyebrows at you, but when he sees the look in your eyes he sets it back down and sticks his hands in his pockets.

You sigh and plop yourself down on the couch. “What do you want Jeongguk?”

“I want to apologize. That… That really wasn’t how I wanted things to go.”

“No kidding.” You scoff.

“I should’ve stood up for you. I should’ve said something. I was just so shocked that Jin hyung would jump to conclusions like that. I can’t believe he thought you were… But after you left, I explained everything to Namjoon hyung and he told the others so I wouldn’t get yelled at again. I was just afraid of what they’d say. They’re protective of me so they can be really judgemental of my friends. I wanted to call you so many times, but I was afraid you were still mad at me.”

“You’re a little too late.”

“Please don’t say that. Noona, I meant what I said. I love you so much, I really do, and  after you left I realized I didn’t want to lose you. I just wanted to give you some time to not hate me so much…”

“Jeongguk… I could never hate you.” You admit. He perks up at this. “I love you too much.” You state, a small smile creeping onto your lips.

“I’m so sorry noona, please forgive me.” He pleads, taking a seat on the couch next to you and grabbing your hands.

You reach up and cup his cheek. “I forgive you baby.” He breaks into a wide smile until you abruptly pull your hands away. “But I’m still mad at you.”

“That’s okay, you can be mad at me all you want, as long as you’re mine.” He prompts.

“Of course I’m yours Kookie.” In lieu of a response, Jeongguk tackles you to the couch and plants kisses all over your face, making you burst out into giggles. “Okay, okay!” You squeak. “Let me go you dork!” Jeongguk sits up, a wide smile plastered on his face as you roll your eyes at him. “What movie tonight?”

“You pick. Anything you want.”

“You’re going to regret saying that.” You state, turning on the movie you had already planned on watching. It’s quiet for a few minutes, Jeongguk snuggled up next to you as the opening credits play.

“Oh um, noona?” Jeongguk whispers, looking over at you.

“Mm?”

“They want to meet you.”

“Who?”

“My hyungs…”

“Right. Because that went so well the first time.” You shake your head, turning your attention back to the screen.

“They mean well, I promise! Please give them another chance?” He begs, jutting his bottom lip out in a pout; he knows you can’t resist that face.

“Fiiine.” You relent.

“Thank you.” He leans down a places a soft kiss on your lips, lingering for a few extra seconds. “I missed you.”

“Can we watch the movie please?” You giggle, pushing his face away playfully, but he pushes right back and rests his head on your shoulder, snuggling up half on top of you.

“I really did miss you.”

“I missed you too Kook.”

A week later you’re sitting in one of the personal cubicles at a cafe, coffee in front of you, Jeongguk’s hand clenched tightly in your own as your leg bounces with anxiety.

“Noona, are you okay?” Jeongguk asks for the millionth time.

“I’m fine. Just preparing myself to meet the infamous hyungs who hate me.”

Jeongguk scoffs. “They don’t hate you. How many times do I have to tell you? They’re actually really excited to meet you.” He lifts your hand to his mouth and places a reassuring kiss against your knuckles just as the door slides open and two men walk up to the table.

“Are we interrupting something?” One of them asks as they both giggle.

“Always.” Jeongguk states as he stands up, giving them both some sort of high-five handshake. “What took you guys so long?”

“Tae couldn’t decide on what to wear.” The shorter one states as he sits down.

“I had to look nice!” The other one whines. “I wanted to make a good impression.”

“Ignore him.” The short one says, looking at you now. “You must be the girlfriend?” He asks, leaning back in his chair. You nod silently. “Not as feisty with your clothes on, huh?”

“Hyung!” Jeongguk scolds. “You said you’d be nice.”

“I’m just teasing! Introduce us Kookie.” The short one urges.

“Right!” Jeongguk exclaims, sitting up a little straighter. “Guys, this is my girlfriend, Y/N. Y/N, these are my hyungs: Jimin,” He points to the short one. “And Taehyung.” The nicely dressed one. Both of their faces are covered by masks, understandable; it must be hard for them to go anywhere without getting recognized. They both have blonde hair, Jimin’s is more of a sandy blonde, where as Taehyung’s is a much lighter bleached blonde, almost white.

“It’s nice to meet you Y/N!” Taehyung sticks out his hand, which you accept.

“It’s nice to meet you both as well.” You stick out your hand to Jimin after Taehyung pulls away and he accepts it, placing a kiss on your knuckles much like Jeongguk did a few moments ago, only through his mask.

“Hyung!” Jeongguk whines, snatching your hand away from Jimin.

“Kookie, it’s just a greeting.” Jimin teases.

“Keep your lips off my girl!” Jeongguk hisses, pulling you closer, making you giggle at his protectiveness.

“Aw he’s so defensive.” Taehyung coos. “I wish I had someone to protect like that.”

“How did you guys meet anyway?” Jimin interrupts Taehyung’s pouting. “The more I look at you, the more familiar you seem.”

“Minsung hyung.” Jeongguk states.

“Minsung, our dancer, Minsung?” Taehyung asks.

You nod. “Minsung oppa and I… well,”

“They used to date.” Jeongguk explains.

“Ah, and when they broke up little Kookie was there to pick up the pieces?” Jimin asks.

“Not exactly.” Jeongguk shrugs.

“It took two years for ‘little Kookie’ to work up the courage to ask me out.” You giggle.

“And how long ago was that?” Jimin asks.

“Almost eight months.” Jeongguk informs them, smiling sweetly at you.

“Aw, you guys are so cute~” Taehyung exclaims, clapping his hands together.

Jimin leans back in his chair and shakes his head as he pulls his mask down, revealing his plump lips and full cheeks. “Wait a second. If you’ve been together for that long, then you guys have already done it, right?” Jimin breaks into a wide smile. “Our maknae finally got some?”

“We would’ve if you guys hadn’t come home early the other night.” Jeongguk goes quiet and looks down at the floor, so you step in.

“We haven’t had time.” You state simply.

“Haven’t had time? That’s a lame excuse.” Jimin laughs, elbowing Taehyung. “I bet he’s just too afraid to do it with an experienced woman.”

“Jesus, and you wonder why Jeongguk didn’t want to tell you guys about us.” You scoff, tightening your grip on Jeongguk’s hand.

“Yeah hyung.” Taehyung chides. “Why are you being so mean today?”

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” Jimin bows his head in apology. “But you really haven’t?”

Jeongguk shakes his head. “We really haven’t had time.”

“If you’d have told us the other night, we’d have forced the hyungs to stay out!” Taehyung informs him.

Jimin agrees. “Yeah, you know we would’ve helped you Kook.”

“Well that’s good to know if we ever try again at the dorm.” You joke. “Which will be never.”

“Understandable.” Taehyung nods.

“Have you guys done anything?” Jimin prys.

“Why do you need to know?” You ask, suddenly annoyed hat how desperate Jimin is to learn about your sex life.

“Noona…” Jeongguk quietly scolds.

“Because I want to see if Jeongguk really is good at everything.” Jimin answers.

You can’t help but laugh. “I was hoping you didn’t have a point, but you’ve got me there.”

You spend the rest of lunch chit chatting, learning more about each other. Turns out Taehyung and Jimin are actually very sweet and kind of hilarious. They remind you of Jeongguk, a bit of both of their personalities noticeable in your boyfriend, and you can tell they’ve been close for a long time with how they act with one another, but after about an hour, it’s time to say goodbye.

“Alright, we’ve got to get to dance rehearsal before Hobi hyung kills us.” Jimin states as he and Taehyung stand, gathering their things. “You coming Kook?”

“Yeah, I’m right behind you.” He nods, they smile in understanding, slide the door open, and make their way out, leaving you alone with Jeongguk who immediately turns to you.

“Well?” He asks hopefully, biting his bottom lip.

“They’re not so bad.” You shrug playfully. “I guess they’re okay.”

“Thank you jagiya.” Jeongguk leans in and give you a sweet kiss before pulling his own mask up. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Okay, have fun at dance baby.” You blow him a kiss as he rushes out the door to follow his elders. You lean back in your chair and drink the last of your coffee before standing and heading back home.

Three days later it’s the middle hyung’s turn. He’s invited you and Jeongguk to visit his studio which makes you nervous as it makes the matter seem more private not having it in a public space, but in an enclosed studio. When you arrive outside his door, Jeongguk quickly knocks before immediately entering, not even waiting for a response. You would think they’d have locks on these doors so they could focus.

“Hyung!” Jeongguk exclaims, yanking you over the threshold.

“Kook! I’m glad you made it.” He states, standing up. He’s taller than the others you met. In fact, he’s really just… tall. His hair is brushed back under a beanie but from what you can see it’s a light brown. He also has large square framed glasses on. “This must be Y/N who I’ve heard so much about?” He sticks out a hand.

“Yep!” Jeongguk pushes you forward happily and you take the outstretched hand.

“It’s nice to meet you Y/N.” He says, shaking your hand and bowing his head a little. “I’m Namjoon.”

“Namjoon hyung’s our leader!” Jeongguk explains.

“Ah so you’re the one that has to keep them in line.” You joke.

“I try my best, but you’ve seen how at least the younger ones act when they’re together, right?”

“That I have, and I can’t say I envy you.”

“I don’t think anyone does.” Namjoon laughs. “But please, have a seat.” He points to the couch behind his computer chair. You and Jeongguk seat yourselves and Namjoon takes his seat back in his chair and turns it to face you both. “So, tell me how this all happened.”

Jeongguk speaks freely today; much more comfortable divulging information to Namjoon than he was to Taehyung and Jimin for some reason; he tells Namjoon about how you met, your friendship, how he asked you out, how long you’ve been dating, everything, not missing a single detail. When he’s finished, Namjoon leans back in his chair, seemingly pondering something.

“Well, I’m glad Jeongguk-ah found someone that makes him happy.” He finally says, offering up a wide smile. “But you two should be more careful around the dorm. I don’t know how many times you’ve done things there before, but from now on, at least tell me first, so we don’t have a repeat incident of last week, yeah?”

“That was the first time…” Jeongguk states.

Namjoon quirks up an eyebrow. “The first time at the dorm or…?” Jeongguk only nods. “Jeongguk we’ve talked about this.”

“I know. I didn’t think it was actually going to happen, it just… it just happened.”

“Yeah, it was definitely a ‘spur of the moment’ kind of thing.” You agree.

“Alright. Well, Y/N I don’t know your level of experience, but just remember if you have any questions, either of you,” Namjoon nods at you. “Don’t be afraid to ask, okay?”

“Thank you Namjoon, that’s really kind of you.” You say, offering him a smile.

“You’re the best, hyung.” Jeongguk agrees.

“Of course. The only thing I ask preemptively is that you two be safe when the time comes, okay?”

You nod. “I’ve got that taken care of.”

Namjoon claps his hands together. “Awesome. Now I have to get back to work, you guys can hang around if you want and listen in for a bit.”

“Noona?” Jeongguk turns to you.

“Are you sure?” You ask Namjoon.

“Yeah I don’t mind. It’s nice to have company and a fresh ear sometimes.”

“Can we order lunch?” Jeongguk asks.

“Kook, we just ate.” You chide.

“That was like an hour ago!” He whines. “How about just a snack?”

You know there’s no use fighting it so you simply shrug, watching as Namjoon turns back to his work and listening to the song he’s working on as Jeongguk orders takeout.

It’s friday. Movie night. You’re in the kitchen making popcorn as Jeongguk’s running late after helping Namjoon with something in the studio, but he made sure to tell you when he was on a his way, and just as the microwave dings, there’s a knock on the door.

“It’s open!” You call as you pull the popcorn out and shake the bag to get all the extra kernels to pop.

“Noona?” Jeongguk asks.

“In the kitchen!” You answer, pulling a bowl out of the cabinet and dumping the popcorn in it as a pair of arms encircle your waist, squeezing you tightly.

“I’ve missed you.” Jeongguk whines into your neck.

You giggle. “It’s been three days Kook.”

“Three whole days.” He pouts, placing a kiss against your neck.

You turn to face him. “As opposed to sunday when you leave for two whole weeks.”

“Exactly. So forgive me if I want to spend as much time with you as I can.”

“Then I suggest you get your cute butt out on that couch.” You state, shoving the bowl of popcorn at him.

He shoves a handful of popcorn in his mouth before taking the bowl and walking back to the living room with you following behind him. Jeongguk plops himself down on the couch and then yanks you down next to him.

“So what are we watching?” He asks.

“It’s called ‘A Portrait of Beauty’.”

“I’ve never heard of it.”

“It’s supposed to be really good. It’s about a painter in the Joseon era who pretends to be a man. It has Chu Ja Hyeon in it.”

“Oh, really? Hm. Alright, let’s give it a go.” He nods as you press play.

The movie is good. You and Jeongguk both get really absorbed in it, and it’s great; you love your time snuggled up with your boyfriend on the couch, just the two of you, his arms wrapped tightly around you, that is, until he starts to fidget. You’re only about halfway through the movie when Jeongguk shifts, crossing his legs and removing his arms from around you to lay his hands in his lap. You shrug and turn back to the movie, but he doesn’t stop, for the next several minutes, Jeongguk shifts back and forth, seemingly uncomfortable; you wouldn’t mind, but he keeps bumping into you every time he shifts, making it hard to pay attention to what’s happening on the screen.

“Okay, what?” You ask, pausing the movie and turning to face Jeongguk.

“W-what?” Jeongguk asks.

“What’s wrong with you? Can’t you sit still?”

“O-oh, s-sorry.” He mumbles, a blush dusting his cheeks as he looks down at his lap.

“Nope, I know that face, what’s wrong.”

“Nothing! I-It’s nothing.”

“Kook,” You soften your tone. “Talk to me babe.”

“It- I…”

“Is it the movie?”

Jeonguk rubs his neck like he’s ashamed. “K-kind of, I just…”

“I can turn it off? We can watch something else if you want?”

“N-no, you don’t have to I just… It’s kind of… turning me on.” He mumbles the words so lowly you almost don’t hear him.

“Wait, what?”

“I-I’m, uh… Yeah…”

You look up at the screen to see you’ve been so distracted by Jeongguk’s fidgeting that you didn’t even know there was a sex scene happening, right in front of your eyes. No wonder he’s uncomfortable, Korean movies really go all out with their sex scenes sometimes, it’s almost like softcore porn really; and you’ve paused it right on a close up shot of the actresses breasts being fondled. You give your boyfriend a once over, studying just how affected he is; pink cheeks, heavy breathing, his hands in his lap probably pushing down his erection. Suddenly an idea pops into your head; why not give him a little taste of what it’s like?

You grab the popcorn bowl and set it on the coffee table in front of you before getting up on your knees and leaning over Jeongguk to firmly plant your lips against his like you’ve done so many times before. You can feel him physically relax at your touch as you cup his face, slipping your tongue between his lips to hear that little gasp of his that drives you wild. You place one of your hands on his thigh as you move your lips to his neck, pressing light kisses against his skin as your hand moves up to the bulge in his jeans and presses against it.

“N-noona…” Jeongguk gasps. “W-what are you doing?”

“It’s a going away present.” You whisper, tugging on his earlobe with your teeth as your hands unbuckle his belt.

“I-I… Noona- hah-” He grips the sofa cushions beneath him, not entirely sure what to do with his hands.

“I can stop if you’re uncomfortable baby.” You assure him, pressing a wet kiss to his pulse point before sitting back.

“No!” He exclaims, a little too eagerly. “I mean- n-no, please… please don’t stop.”

You smirk, leaning forward and sucking a dark bruise on his collarbone. “That should give the makeup team something to do.” You joke, making him crack a smile as you move to get on your knees in front of him. Jeongguk visibly gulps so you rub your hands along his thighs. “Relax for me Kookie, yeah? I wanna make you feel good.” You coo.

Jeongguk lets out a stuttered breath as he nods and you take that as your cue. You pop open the button of his jeans and slide down the zipper, making sure your hands brush against him at every possible moment before you grab the waistband of his jeans and tug them down to mid thigh; the rather large patch of precum staining the front of his boxers causing you to pause, but before he can ask questions, you lean forward and drag your tongue along Jeongguk’s length overtop of the fabric, causing him to let out a low, shaky moan. You grab his boxers and yank them down along with his jeans, letting the fabric pool on the floor in front of you as Jeongguk’s erection springs to life.

Since this is your first time actually seeing it, you wrap a hand around the base of it and stroke him slowly, allowing you to study it for a moment. He’s a little longer than average, maybe seven or so inches, and he’s pleasantly thick, but the first thing that catches your eye is that he’s shaved. Completely. Balls and all. And from the looks of the stubble growing back, it was a recent shave, and probably a first one; you’ll ask him about it later; for now, you focus on the dripping red tip of his cock and how it seems to just ache for your mouth.

You look up to see Jeongguk watching you intently, the tiniest moans slipping from his mouth as you stroke him, but his eyes don’t leave your face. You toss him one last wink before leaning forward and wrapping your lips around his tip. Jeongguk’s head immediately falls back against the couch as he groans.

“Hah- Ah, n-noona~ Oh my god~”

You smile to yourself as you sink your mouth down further and further before pulling back, swirling your tongue around the head before dipping it into the slit, absolutely relishing in the sounds of Jeongguk above you. God you’re going to ruin this boy.

You slide your mouth down again and Jeongguk’s hands find your hair, gipping it tightly as he begins to carefully guide your movements; up and down, up and down, and down, and… down? He holds you down against him with his dick in the back of your throat, not paying attention to anything except the feeling of your lips and tongue, that is, until you tap his thigh furiously and he lets you go, popping off him with a gasp. Jeongguk looks amazed as you come up to breathe, a trail of spit connecting you to his cock still.

“Kook… you’ve got to… let me breathe…” You chide lightly, the both of you panting.

“I’m sorry!” He leans forward and cups your face, giving you a swift kiss. “It just felt so good.” Another kiss. “I’ve never felt anything like that before. Does it always feel that good?” He asks as a bit of spit drips down onto your shirt.

“If you know what you’re doing it does.” You state, grabbing your shirt and lifting it off over your head.

“W-what are you doing?” He asks, suddenly nervous again.

“Relax, I just don’t want to get my shirt dirty.” You explain as you reach around and unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor. “Besides, it’s more fun this way.” Jeongguk seems mesmerized by your breasts until you push him back against the couch and take him in your mouth again, your breasts pressing against him.

As soon as your lips touch him, Jeongguk goes back to moaning; sweet high pitched gasps and groans spurring you on. You allow Jeongguk to guide your movements for a little longer before you decide to deep throat him again, this time, of your own accord. You take a deep breath and then sink down as far as you can, burying your nose in Jeongguk’s abdomen before immediately pulling back to tease him. He whimpers and grabs your hair again, pushing you back down greedily; but you oblige, taking another deep breath before going back down as far as you can, this time swallowing around Jeongguk’s length as many times as you can as he holds you in place until his cock twitches in your throat and you hear him start to swear.

“Ohhh fuck~ Shit! N-noona~ N-no! No no no no damnit! Hah~ Ah~!”

You pull of just in time for Jeongguk to leave a little bit of cum in your mouth, the saltiness sticking on your tongue, you pull back and stroke Jeongguk to completion, aiming for your mouth, but this boy has no aim apparently, and his white release gets all over your face and chest, including on your left eye. When his orgasm finishes, Jeongguk collapses against the couch, clearly spent, his length already softening in your hand as he pants harshly.

“Um… Kook?”

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I know i-”

“No, no.” You stop him before he can apologize for cumming too fast like you know he’s about to. “I just uh- could you get me a washcloth?”

Jeongguk opens his eyes to see his cum dripping down your face. “Oh god! Hold on!” He jumps up so fast the he forgets his pants are still around his ankles and he trips over them before quickly yanking them back up on his way to your bathroom. You sit on your floor, shirtless and sticky until you hear Jeongguk coming back into the room. “Here.” He kneels down next to you and turns your face toward him. “Let me get your eye for you.”

You jump a bit when the washcloth touches you, but relax as Jeongguk begins to hum softly, cleaning your eye thoroughly before pulling back. When you open your eye it takes a second, but things adjust to show an adorably smiling, flushed Jeongguk kneeling next to you.

“Can you see?” He asks, concerned.

You nod before cracking a smile. “I can see clearly nowww the rain is gooone~” You sing.

“Noona.” Jeongguk rolls his eyes.

“I can see all obstacles in my wayyyy~” You continue. Jeongguk throws the washcloth at your face to stop you. “Hey! That’s not nice. After what I just did for you?”

“Come on, let’s clean you up.” Jeongguk giggles, pulling you up with him and tugging you to the bathroom. You stand in front of the mirror, washing the remnants of Jeongguk off your body as he stands behind you, softly caressing your waist. “Noona?”

“Mm?” You mumble as you splash your face one last time before turning off the water.

Jeongguk hands you a dry towel. “I… I’m sorry for, well, that. I didn’t mean to do it s-so fast and-”

“Jeongguk stop.”

“But noona-”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” You shush him, turning off the light and then pulling him into your bedroom. “Trust me, I wasn’t even expecting you to last that long.” You grab a pajama shirt and tug it on as Jeongguk sheds his jeans and pulls on a pair of shorts he leaves at your house. You both climb into bed and you snuggle up to him. “You did so good for me baby boy.” You whisper, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“N-noona…” He mumbles, embarrassed, but he relaxes at your words.

“So good baby. Now get some sleep, yeah?

“Okay.” You rest your head on his chest, and just as you’re about to drift off you hear him speak again. “Noona?”

“Mm?” You mumble half asleep already.

“I-I love you.”

You sit up at this, looking at Jeongguk’s face, highlighted by the moonlight peeking through the blinds and seeing the sincerity on his face. You smile happily. “I love you too Jeongguk.”

He pulls you down and places a sweet kiss on your lips, lingering for just a bit before breaking the kiss and pulling you closer.

“I love you so much.”

Copyright © Inkjam-Moon 2019

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