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You and your best friend Yoongi / angst / fluff

Summary: He’s always been around, since you have memory. From kindergarten through high school, and now in collage. He always took good care of you… and that’s why you liked him so much… but he didn’t need to know that, as long as you were always together. Things were good, everything was fine, until the girlfriend came to the picture and after that… it was chaos.

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Yoongi and you, you and Yoongi. You’ve always been together. They say you met when you were three and he was four but you don’t remember exactly, you don’t care to remember cause Yoongi seemed to had always been there, more than your own family.

Your hard working mom had always left you with the Mins, your poor mom that did everything she could to have you in a good school after your dad left. So you end up almost living with the Mins... and Yoongi took care of you.

“Hey, let’s have some ice cream”- he used to say- “This time is on me”

“It’s always on you oppa”- you’d say plenty ashamed. You never had money, you didn’t ask your mom for pocket money, she would’ve gave it to you, but you knew better, even when you were a little girl. So that’s why when you turned 16 you started working to save, to have money of your own, to make the load less heavy for your mom. Yoongi didn’t like it, but you couldn’t just depend on the Min’s anymore.

“u eating well? Fuck, you look so thin here”- he grabs you by your forearm- “I hate you having this late night shifts”- he continues to complain- “U supposed to have the best average in school? How the heck do u manage?”

He used to pick you up at the restaurant you worked in and walked you home, all ten block away.

“I don’t sleep much, I need the scholarship oppa…”- he frowns deeply- “but I’m eating enough”- you conclude to make him smirk at your remark.

“I… ”- lips on a pout and looking even more sleepy than ever- “I hate it… everything”

You hated that he hated it, specially cause you knew you were a burden, you’ve always been a big burden on anyone that cared. But Yoongi... you wanted Yoongi to look at you and not see the poor girl that had to work, the girl that made him worried sick, the girl that is like a sister.

“You know you don’t need the fucking scholarship”- he looks down and yawns- “Your mom does enough and you can take a loan...”

“If I can get into college with a scholarship I’ll be able to pay a decent rent with what I’ve been saving…”- you defend yourself.

“You know I can pay for that, we’re going to the same school after all”- he’d say- “It’s not like my mom would say no”

“Yoongi…”- he’d look to you and yawn again, placing a soothing hand on top of your head and playing with your hair a little.

“We’ll always be together”

The promise made your heart hurt, maybe because you have taken that for granted. You haven’t foreseen a life without Yoongi on it and only that promise had opened your eyes to the possibility of him not being there somewhere in the future. After that day you started appreciating him much more.

The day of you graduation from high school Yoongi and you decided to do something to celebrate. You’ve been planning for months but as soon as you got to the hair saloon the deep chemical sent made both of you blink. Tears almost running out your eyes.

“Damn... I don’t think it’s a good idea”

“But I already chose your colour!”- you throw the little book of colours to him- “Yoongi, you are already a grandpa, let’s just speed the process up”

“U crazy???”- he spits- “I’ll have to bleach my hair to go grey!”

“That’s the general idea”

“U little... Damn. Ok”- he looks up, smirks devishly and throws the book at you. It’s opened in a pastel lila colour- “you’ll look like a fairy… and I want you to hurt as much as I am gonna. If my hair falls off I’ll sue you”- after you promised to keep your exotic colours for at least the first semester of college you drove off to your new adventure, to your new life. And now you are here, in the middle of your newly rented flat with Yoongi.

“It’s… minimalistic…”- you say looking at the empty walls and the only coach spread in literally the middle of the living room.

“Shit, we’ll have to sleep in the fucking coach”- he walked to the kitchen and opened the drawers- “this is the reason it was so cheap to take”

“We’ll buy things to fill it up”- you say from the empty bathroom - “It’s better this way, we can make it our own”

“I feel like this is gonna be a disaster”

As predicted by Yoongi you ended up sleeping in the coach, Yoongi’s kumamon blanket over you hoping that you’d survive to the freezing night.

Next day you spent all day walking through corridors full off needed goods, shopping your wallets away and you collapse at the apartment, full of bags, two new mattresses send by Yoongi’s mom and a grumpy Yoongi aching all over for the unnecessary use of muscles for a whole day.

After that, you had a week to get use to the routine. And it all goes well. He stops sleeping for a few nights until he gets a hold of his production’s work and you have to nurse him through it, but he still goes for you all the way from the new restaurant you’re working at to take you home. So it works out well, the new relationship that you two build. You cook meals often and start getting good at it. He fixes the broken stuff, and drags his feet every other tuesday to the closest supermarket to get the milk promotion.

It was homey, the feeling you two gave off. People knew, and people got curious about your relationship... and it gave you hell.

“It’s not like that”- you say- “he and I grew up together.”

“Don’t try to look innocent”- Jin said- “I have a few classes with him and if he’s not with you, he looks like he’s gonna murder someone. But as soon as you get around he’s like a grumpy, cute puppy. Complaining about everything and letting you pamper him”

“It’s just like Jin says!”- Jimin laughs- “You’re like a married couple... a very old married couple. You don’t even go out on Fridays!”

“We don’t like that... we have classic movie nights on Fridays anyways”- you look at all of them, gazes fixated on you... glaring the obviously feeling your red painted cheeks were showing- “Come on... he’s like my brother. My soul brother”

“Well your soul brother is amazingly hot”- one of the girls in your concept art class replies- “since you don’t like him, can I ask him out?”

“…sure”- you answer, a sting in your heart already painful. Jin looks at you amazed by the coldness in your voice- “It’s fine... he hasn’t had a date like in 3 years, and you are nice...”

“What a good sis! You really care for him!”

It was painful, the day Jihae (the girl) asked him out and he accepted. But that was nothing compared to the times you get home to see them hugging in the coach watching some rom-com, kissing like they could eat each other. Sucking their lips and looking at each other like there’s nothing else in the whole world. It’s nothing like the chronic ache you have when you get home from a late shift to find it desolated, not even a noise in the apartment... all those trips to God knows where for the whole weekend… or the times they’re locked in Yoongi’s bedroom and even when he has the decency of turning the music so loud you’d never hear anything but that… it hurts (in Yoongi’s words) so fucking much.

But you take it. You’re brave, and take it all. Cause he’s still here, he still gives you gummy smiles, and he still takes care of the broken stuff like the blender machine and the shelve that gave in for the weight of all the books… and sometimes he gives you the attitude, and you are still the only one able to make him calm down, you still cook him dinner and even when he doesn’t eat it at night, cause he’s out on a date, he’ll always eat it for breakfast.

You are brave, and you take it for the whole two years that have lasted. But then, it happens... the unavoidable. The only thing that was eating you alive for the possibility of even existing...

“I’ll move out next month. Jihae and I decided to move together”- he says nonchalantly, not even looking at you. You freeze, in time in place, bowl of cereal in hand- “But don’t worry, I found a friend that needs the room so you won’t have to find a roommate, he’ll pay half the rent… half everything. He’s a decent guy I made sure…”- you walk the few steps your legs were able before giving up onto the coach, the same lousy coach that had always been there.

“Fuck Yoongi…”

“… what?”- he turns his head at the same time you look down to the rug. There’s that wine stain, the one neither of you could ever get rid of… no matter how hard you tried.

“Thanks for breaking it so nicely”- you feel the tears threatening to start falling so you hug your knees to your face and hide behind them, leaving the bowl abandoned to your side.

“I… didn’t think you’d care too much”- he continued making his sandwich- “It’s not like we’re not gonna see each other again, we found an apartment a few block away from here...”

“No worries pal”- you manage to say without your voice breaking, without your heart breaking- “just… you know I’m sentimental and… well I thought we’ll be together…”

“Shit… did you really thought that I’d never leave?”- he said, annoyance in his voice- “We are about to graduate and Jihae…”

“Just… leave me for a while, ok? I’ll… I’ll be ok. As always”

“You knew this was coming”- he continued- “We’ve been dating for two years now…”

“Yeah, ok. I knew”- you feel a knot in your throat that prevents you to speak anything more. You don’t want to move from the security of your coach- “Of course I knew”

“Can you please stop with the sarcasm, I’m serious. You should find someone too… I mean, a man...”- Tears already spreading through your cheeks and you can’t say anything more. You feel like you have a hole in your stomach and there’s something in your throat that makes it impossible to breath- “You’ll need someone to be with and…”- you sob, unable to keep it longer- “I know I’m a fucking asshole but the last thing I wanted to do was to hurt your feelings… Come on… you know I love you like a sis”- that’s it. That made it. The last restrain of pudor was ripped by those words. You start sobbing like a little child, crying so hard you thought you could just drown or choke, it didn’t matter right now- “God… hey, stop it”- he shakes your shoulder to try to calm you down but all you want to do is run, run so far away he’d never be able to touch you or see you again- “WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME FEEL LIKE SHIT?!! At least look at me!!! FUCK!”- he yelled. And you freeze, he had never yelled at you, no matter how annoying and nonsensical you were in the past years, he had never screamed, not at you- “GIMME SOMETHING I CAN WORK WITH, OK? I’m not a fucking mind reader…”

“… I love you Yoongi”- you half cry, half whisper making it almost impossible for him to understand. And you don’t wait for him to process it, you don’t want to be there anymore. So you take your shoes and run with them on hand, you scape so fast that you forget to wear them until you feel your socks drenched from the rain that’s been pouring since you left the apartment. Actually your all drenched and cold but you feel nothing. Nothing but the throbbing pain in your eyes and the need to through up everything you’ve ever eaten. You have nowhere to go, nowhere to be… home had never felt so away.

You stop in the middle of the park near the dorm and just stare at the pavement. Is it over? Is it finally over? The long hours of hurting and pretending to be fine with it, the hiding behind a mask of indifference while all you dreamed of was to tug yourself in bed with him every night and wake up every day besides him. His thin lips on yours lazily asking for a cup of black coffee that you’d gladly go get while he whines for the lost of his personal heater.

You’ve had this fantasy for the past 4 years… but it’s just that, a fantasy.

Reality is much colder, crueler… hopeless.

You stay there watching the rain falling and washing you from head to toe. The night sky is covered with thick grey clouds, making it imposible to see at least a ray of light from the stars. You walk slowly to the closest bench and wear the shoes you’ve been holding all that time. It’s useless obviously, they’re drenched too, but it feels better, at least your feet aren’t hurting that much anymore. You walk throught the path of the park and get to the main road, it’s not that far from the apartment, but it’s enough to at least make sure he doesn’t find you in his car…

He wouldn’t go out int he rain looking for you on foot, he hates rainy days…

“Did you really think you could hide from me?”- you hear his voice behind you and it makes you tempted to start running all over again- “where would you go? Hmn?”- you try to move, but your muscles are frozen- “there’s no one else…”- you know, and that’s why it hurts double, it hurts triple the amount it should. You feel it again, the bubbling feeling in your eyes that can’t be held for long. You feel him wrapping a blanket around you and you just stay still. You look down and watched the same Kumamon blanket you cuddled years ago sheltering you from the rain. You start sobbing again, harder this time. You feel his hands bringing you closer to his chest and you melt on his warm- “You’re so cold… Let’s go home”

“There’s no ho… me for me any…more” - you stutter, cold, jitters and heart brokenness all a fact for that to happen.

“Wherever I am it’s home for you, wherever you are it’s home for me”- he whispers with his raspy and tired voice to your ear- “… come with me and let’s talk about… everything ok?”

“I don’t wa…want to talk about it Yoon…gi”- you say breaking his hug and taking two steps back- “All I wan… ted to say I… Let’s just forget about it and… you can go to Jihae”- your brain working a mile per second and trying to organize the messy thoughts, the sharp pain and the hopeless future you foreseen- “I’ll find somewhere to stay for this month…”- he lunges into you and grabs you by your elbow. He’s looking at you, with those intense eyes that makes you believe he could kill someone, if you didn’t know him better you’d be scared out of your body. But suddenly, his eyes go soft and they close slightly. He takes a big breath and gulps before speaking. You try your best to resist his grip but his bones just go deeper on your elbow and it actually hurts, so the only way to avoid it is looking away.

“Just let me say what I have to, ok?”- he makes you look at him, long fingers tightly wrapped in your chin- “I was too scared of it. Partly because I knew your feelings for me, partly because I was afraid to hurt you so much you’d never wanted to see me again… and shit. I can’t live without you. I’m an idiot, a mother fucker stupid asshole and… you deserve so much better than me. I thought... you wanted to get rid of me. You sent Jihae straight to my arms so... I actually thought if I dated Jihae you’d find someone else, you’d married someone that could make you happy and… That’s the only thing I want. Believe me…”- you are left mouth opened- “Cause I care more about you that I would care for anyone else in my life”

“Wha…”- you mumble

“I started liking you when we were in third grade… I think you started liking me around tenth grade so I beat you for a long time… I’m sorry for making you go through this couple years”- you slap him hard, harder than you’ve thought you could.

“You really are an idiot”- you say and then you caress the same cheek fingers carefully moving to stop the hurting- “I haven’t had a boyfriend cause you are the only one I want in my life Yoongi”

“… I’m sorry”- he hugs you again while patting your head, playing with your hair- “I love you”

“I love you too Yoongi”

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This are actually my first texts... jijjiji. A friend of mine requested them so I thoug... why not?

REQUEST: BTS as drunks confessing to you.

#bts texts #bts scenarios #bts

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You and your boyfriend Jimin/ fluff

Summary: Friday night and your boyfriend Jimin calls for a home movie night. You happily accept and zap through the movie channels, you have already watched every single movie so you end up settling for a scary movie. You aren’t specially happy about it, but after watching some of Jimin’s own reactions towards it, you decide that it might be the greatest thing that’d happened to you.

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“I’m lazy tonight, do you mind spending the night at home? We could watch some movies or something?”- he asks through the phone. It’s a cold winter night and actually… you didn’t wanna go out either way, so as soon as he suggests it, you loved the idea- “Ok, then I’ll be there at 7 sharp, do you want me to bring something over?”

“Honey potatoes”- you answer- “and… since you are already going to the store… could you bring some milk?, I’m out”

“I feel like your husband now”- he giggles- “will do babe”- you hang up and roll in your bed. It’s been less than two months dating but you’ve passed that ‘awkward status’ and moved onto a much more comfortable one while being together. It’s weird cause you usually don’t ever get that cozy feeling so early in the relationship, but right now you just wan to cuddle with him and watch some rom-com with him.

As he said, 7 o’clock and the doorbell rings. You jump a little (cause you won’t ever accept the fact that you’ve just jumped excitedly like a little bunny) and let him in. He kisses you in the cheek and you both blush like teenagers.

“What have you been up to?”- he asks while handing the plastic bag, milk carton and styrofoam cup safely on it. You walk three steps to the kitchen and abandon it there as quickly as you can to take Jimin to the living room. He takes your hand, like if he had never been in your house before and needed to be guided through the minuscule hall. It’s nothing you don’t expect from him, he needs constant contact to feel reassured and you actually feel like you are growing used to it too. His hands are soft but a little calloused in the tips courtesy of all that b-boying and God know what other difficult dance moves. It’s comfortable anyway, the way he wraps his hands around yours, you feel him near and that’s what matters right now.

“Should I start looking for the movie?”- he says sitting in the couch and patting the side for me to sit in.

“Sure, just give me a sec, I’ll bring the snacks and soda”- you say and turn your heels but he hasn’t let go of you hand and he pulls you to him. You loose balance and fall on top of him, but he manages to turn your body so you fall delicately.

“Kiss”- he says lips already on yours. You peck him and giggle all the way to the kitchen, thinking how everything was so much better whenever he’s around. You are too lazy to make double trip so you return to the couch, hands full and trying hard not to spill everything on the carpet. As soon as he sees you he launches himself to the rescue and takes most of the things on his hands.

“You should’ve called me to help you”- he says.

“Did you find a good movie?”- you ask disregarding his worrying. He always worries too much.

“Actually, I think I’ve watched them all”- he says- “But lets watch whatever you want to”

“Ok”- you both find a good settling to cuddle while sitting. He opens his tights and makes room for you and as soon as your back hits his chest he back hugs you in a tight bear grip.

“It’s been forever since we had time to do this”- he says

“Last week we went to your dorm… we ended up like this too”

“Last time I couldn’t kiss you freely, Jin-hyung was watching us like a tiger”-You chuckle remembering Jin’s intense stare and his almost unavoidable presence everywhere in Bangtan’s dorm. You kiss Jimin’s neck to relieve his tension- “Did you changed your shampoo?”

“Mmm”- you reply zapping through the channels- “Chocolate”

“I like it”- he concludes- “It suits you”

“I’m sweeter than chocolate”

“Of course you are”

After fifteen minutes of zapping you give up, there’s nothing remotely new or interesting enough to double watch so you throw the remote away in frustration and the channel just changes with the loud “pump” of the remote landing in the floor. You crawl to reach the remote again, but miraculously a movie had just started in this channel… it’s a scary movie.

“Have you watched it?”- You ask Jimin- “I haven’t”

“… neither had I”- he replies after a second.

“We should just settle for this one”- You say searching for the blanket you always have somewhere in the floor of the living room and throwing it to bundle up the two of you. You get comfortable in Jimin’s arms and lay your head in the space between his jaw and shoulder.

The movie stars slow, something about the vatican and some exorcisms going wrong in a far away country. Nothing out of the usual, you’ve watched a ton of these movies to already know where it’s going. There’ll be an exorcism, lots of screaming and eyes going white, deep growly voices in satanic languages and blood, lots of blood. It’s so not amusing that you loose concentration after half an hour of the movie. It’s boring, just like every scary movie you’ve watched before so you end up falling asleep little by little. After some time Jimin’s movements makes you wake up, there it is, the cliche part of the movie were the exorcisms happens. You separate yourself from Jimin’s chest to try and grab some snacks and then, you notice. He’s so stiff and it’s hugging you so tight to him that even when you try to move you are locked to him. He’s focussed completely on the screen… not even blinking.

“…Chim”- you whisper, but he jumps in site almost like you’ve just shocked him with electricity- “… u ok?”

“Mmm”- he mumbles and blinks rapidly. It’s… so cute. You stop trying to move and go back to the original position but this time, you look up, instead of to the screen. Jimin is tense, oh so tense. You can see the tendons of his neck. He’s also breathing abnormally hard and his lips are parted in a deep pout. You see his eyes flittering with every hard movement in the movie, it’s a part of him you haven’t seen before.

The climax of the movie is near, you know it. There’s two feelings building inside of you: you should just tell Jimin to stop watching cause you got a feeling that he’s gonna end up having nightmares or… or just let him be and watch till the end. Soon, you get your answer.

“Oh for fucks sake!”- he squeals and trembles at the same time- “God!”- you move so quickly it makes you feel nauseous.

“You ok babe? Oh my God…”- you kneel in front of him and take his cheeks on your hands to soothe him. He’s sweating and his cheeks are ghostly white, eyes with no focus and even more laboured breathing- “I should’ve stopped this fucking movie. Jiminie… you ok?”

“Yeah… Holy fuck I hate this movies”- he says trying to catch his breath.

“You should’ve told me baby, we could’ve watched some series or something”- you feel your chest tight just by watching him.

“I thought you liked it”- he says- “And I thought maybe I could manage… somehow”

“I’m sorry honey”- You caress his face and reach for the remote to change the channel.

“It’s ok, I’ve been like this since I was a little boy”- he jumps to the coach and lays down looking at the ceiling- “Thought I had it controlled but… guess not. Fuck… I didn’t want to show you this part of me”

“Chim… it doesn’t matter”- you lay besides him and bring the discarded blanket to cover you and cuddle together- “It’s not like it’s something bad… I actually wanted to know how you’d react. Because I want to know you better and I want to see every side of you…”

“But I hate this part of me… it’s not masculine”- he covers his eyes with his arm in an attempt to hide his tears.

“Honey, there’s nothing that would make me love you less…”- you say. It’s the first time, but it just slips away. He looks at you and smiles, one of those heart full smiles that makes his eyes go into crescents. He smiles so hard that the tears that he’d been trying to keep escapes but you can only see less than a second cause an instant later he is hugging you, so hard it almost hurts.

“You love me?”- he asks.

“Yeah, I love you”- you blush in his arms- “I love you a lot”

“But I’m a chicken”

“I love chicken. I love Chimcken”- he laughs again and it makes everything better.

“I love you too”

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Jiminie & Jungkookie.

Such damn cute kids.

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You and your husband Jimin/ angst/fluff

Summary: you are distressed by him being away on tour, having hidden away an important thing from him, the pressure you feel finally breaks you and after a fight you tell him all about it. His reaction is nothing you’ve ever expected it to be.

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You’ve been working all day but at the end of the day you know that you’ll be on your beautiful apartment all alone, again. He’s working too, you knew the deal when he first kissed you. You knew the deal when he confessed and you happily hugged him, you already knew the freaking deal when you said “I do”… so why are you feeling so miserable this time around? It’s not like he hadn’t been on tour before, you’ve been around for five years, you’ve seen him taken countless airplanes and leave. Leave home, leave you. But this time it’s different cause there’s something that wasn’t there before. There’s something that’s eating you alive and you haven’t told him… there’s something that he ignores and that you have to wake up to every day, and face it, alone. All you want is to fall asleep in your husbands arms… but he’s on tour and you haven’t been able to say anything by phone. He doesn’t even notice, you are an expert hiding your feelings.

“Mrs. Park did you have a good day?”- the doorman asks you.

“Yes, thank you”- you reply out of courtesy to the young man- “have a good night”

“Mrs. Park a package arrived earlier this afternoon, I took it to your apartment”

“Thank you Jaehyung”

Looking at the screen on your phone you take the elevator trying not to trip over and fall on your face. You go through your notifications. He didn’t even call today, not even a kalkao or a snap… You love him, maybe even more than he loves you and that’s what bothers you, that you fell first and whoever falls first looses. Oh, he did post on Bangtan’s twitter, but it’s nothing for you… he doesn’t belong to you the way you belong to him. But that was part of the deal too.

You arrive at your doorbell and look at the massive package. It is directed at Jimin, but he didn’t say anything about a package and it clearly reads ‘don’t open’ in one of the sides. You push it inside, more like kick it inside. It’s not heavy but you are irritated and not even this can make it better. You throw your purse and keys on the table, kick your shoes off and walk barefoot to your bedroom, feeling the cold floor in your toes. You don’t even want to take a bath, you just wanna sleep and forget about everything.

So when you enter your bedroom and notice your cellphone ringing in the living room you decide to ignore it and jump to bed, close your eyes and hope that tomorrow will be better.

When you wake it’s early morning, you never sleep more than 4 or 5 hours and it’s been like that for years now, the lazy morning routine is much better when he’s around, but even when you rather wait for your daybreak coffee in your bed, all smilies and giggles and caresses… and you are almost fitting a complain with God for making the person you love so perfect and at the same time so unreachable (even when you are his wife), you have to start moving cause you have to make it to the office and there’s no excuses valid to avoid that.

You step in the living room and look around. It’s been a week since you had a decent time to make some order in the apartment, maybe tonight you wouldn’t take the extra shift (that you take only to keep you busy and to stop you from missing him so much) and instead come and do some house chores. Pouring a bowl of cereal you sit in the dinning table and look out. It’s the 20th floor, you remember being reluctant to live so up cause you’ve always lived in the first floors, but he convinced you once he shared his fear for fans to come over and take pictures of your married live. You had your share of problems already, but again… it was part of the deal. You can’t deny it, the sight is pretty, but it makes you feel even lonelier. In the corner of your eye something caught your eye: the package you kicked in yesterday. It’s still there, in the same place you left it last night. Oh… there was a call too. You take the purse from the table and search for the device hoping that it wasn’t your boss or you might have been fired and had nowhere to go today. The display lights up and I’m flooded with messages, it’s him. You can’t help the happy wave while unblocking the phone and going into the messages.

I know it’s late but I had been trying to call you all evening and the call didn’t connect. Right now I’m in Chicago. I’m looking through the window and I find the view from our flat so much better. It’s been three weeks since I last saw you and even with the knowledge that we’ll be together in just two weeks more it’s impossible not to be washed by this horrible feeling of leaving you behind. Is it so hard for you to leave work and come on tour with me? I know we’ve talked about this but… I don’t like to abandon you in Seoul. I love you.

Yes, you’ve talked about it. You went through college and you had your life too. You needed to work… you weren’t raised to be supported by your working husband. It’s not the way you wanted it to be, you want to be successful too, and you are making it in that company.

You type a simple ‘I love you too’ and look again through the window, holding back the tears. You know that you can’t share the hopelessness, all those dark feelings with him, cause he’s doing his best working and you can’t be a burden (that was part of the deal too). But when you see your cellphone vibrating in the wooden table you know, tears star falling down and you need to listen to his voice.

“Hi baby”- you weep, not having any power to hold back anymore- “What… oh my God”- you notice the panic in his voice but you can’t do anything, not even speak- “Honey, what’s wrong?… Oh God”- you start trying to control yourself but everything had been too much and his voice makes you break down- “My love, what’s wrong? I’m… I’m getting worried”

“I miss you”- you manage to say between sobs- “I miss you so much… I didn’t knew this would happen… to me. I’m not this person… but I don’t want you away”

“I know baby”- he says sighing- “I… God”- he pauses and you know he’s pulling his hair off. That’s what you didn’t want, that’s the reason you didn’t call him before cause you knew from there on, he’ll be racking his brains out and blaming himself for the inevitable of the situation- “I’m sorry honey”

“I know… It’s not your fault”- you reply quickly- “it’s ok, I just… I feel vulnerable without you. I’ll be ok”- you repress.

“It’s not ok. I’m a horrible husband… I made my wife cry”

“No! It’s not you, it’s… it’s…”

“You don’t have to cover, you never…”- and then, you hear it, all that background noise... Oh yeah, it's today: Bangtan's concert in Chicago. You've been so miserable, self-conscious that you forgot. You were the one bounded to call and congratulate him and make things better for him but you are here, sobbing like a maniac and making him worry. So, once again, you decide to put the mask on and breath deeply.

“I'm alright Jimin. Go back to work, tell the others that I wish them luck and... Baby just have fun on stage”- you say- “call me when it’s over…”

“Don't you dare”- he raised his voice. He never had done it before, not even when you were dating and you drove him crazy mad- “don't think u can scape from me like that. There's nothing more important than you to me, so stop making it look like this is over”- you sob again cause you've opened the pandora box and now there's a storm in between you that you know he'd never let ‘just disappear’.- “I can’t.. hear you so down and broken and just jump on stage. I feel like I shouldn’t even be here right now. Should… I go back?”

“No!! God... No”- you whine.

“Then come to me”

“What...? I have to go to work. Jimin it's not that simple…”- you rub your temple hard trying to think of something that’ll calm him down, you can’t ruin a concert- “I’ll be fine, this is just something we must both adapt. It was the deal”

“The only deal I signed for was the promise to give you my heart, my soul… I promised to take your hand and walk with you… not away”- he says voice soft and soothing- “I promised to be with you loving and caring, forever”- you don’t know what to do, you keep sobbing so much that’s it’s already difficult to stay sitting in the chair- “Honey… I love you. Please talk to me… it’s so hard for me not to see you, not to be there hugging you.”

“I love you too Chim… There’s… something that’s been…”- you don’t know how to say it, how to address this big fat thing you’ve been holding- “I’m so nervous on how’ll you react and…” “Tell me”- you can almost visualise him squatting, back leaned in the wall outside the waiting room- “Just tell me everything. I want you to be completely honest with me. Please”- he is almost begging and it makes my heart hurt a little bit more.

“Jiminie… I’m…”- you sigh again and take the last breath before the grant revelation- “.. I’m pregnant”- Your world goes numb, and… silent, so deep that you can hear steps from the people in the hall. It makes it worse. The last two weeks you’ve been thinking all the possible scenarios and the silence was more than discouraging, it makes your worst nightmares come true so quick you feel your lungs loosing all the air that you took before.

You found out a week after he left in your annual check up, but you didn’t know what to do. You had just gotten married, barely six months ago and the fans were raging over it. How would anyone react? He might not be prepared to have baby either. Being pregnant wasn’t part of the deal, not yet… we didn’t even talked about it. For all I know, he didn’t want to talk about it. God…. I might have to raise the baby alone, while he works and… what if he doesn’t want it?… he might tell me to get an abort…

“Ba… by?”- he babbles - “Are we gonna have a baby?”

“…yeah”- and then you hear it, barely there, the soft weeping mixed with raising chuckles. It’s like a battery charging and beeping as soon as it’s full… and he explodes.

“Guys! Guys!! I’m gonna be a dad!”- he yells happily in the other side of the phone- “I’m gonna be a dad!! A DAD!!”- you hear the cheering and some words from the others. You are frozen in place, knowing nothing, feeling nothing.

“Congrats champ!!”- Yoongi’s voice in a high.

“… I knew you’d be the first”- Jin adds.

“You’d be a great dad Chim Chim”- Tae screams- “A DAD!!”

“It’s her on the phone?”- Namjoon says and that makes Jimin to land from his high.

“… Oh God, honey? Honey? Oh my God!”- I hear the smile in his voice and it makes you feel alive again- “We are pregnant! OMG”

“Do you… like it?”- you say knowing already the answer.

“Of course I like it… OMG”- he says again- “Why would I don’t? Can you travel? Did the doctor said anything… like it might affect the baby or something?”

“Jimin, I gotta go to work now”- you say smile lingering in your cheeks- “I’ll wait for you… it’s just two weeks”

“Please… come now. I need you here, I need to hug you and kiss you and touch you… your belly”- it’s so desperate, something you’ve needed so much and now he needs it too. You are full, full of love and peace and… you are full of him too. It feels right.

“Ok”- you mumble- “I’ll take the next plane. I’ll buy the tickets and…”

“I love you, I love you so much”- he says in the other side- “You are my wife and now, we have someone else, we’re a family now”

“I love you too Chim”- you say and walk to your bedroom to pack- “I’m gonna pack some things and I’ll take a cab to the airport…” “Oh, yeah… I send a package some days ago, had it arrived?”- I look to my side and look at the package.

“Yeah…”- you reply and go directly towards it.

“Open it”- you do, unwrapping all the bubble wrap. By the end of the layers you pick a little bit of white- “What is it Jimin?”

“I saw it while we were in the mall, here”- he explains- “I loved it and decided to buy it… for the future”- you finally get rid of the last part of bubble wrap and look at it… it’s a cradle a white basket cradle with a white blanket decorated with yellow ducklings. You feel tear coming again- “We’re in sync, don’t you think?”

Everything is a little too much again, but this time it’s all good, it’s all beautiful, and you realise, once again that you are the luckiest person in the whole world.

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Lifeline

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You n Jimin/ Fluff

Summary: You have been in an in and out depression cycle and your neighbour/friend Jimin doesn’t know about it. He finds out and tries to make it better for you, and things do gets better.

Word Count: 818

You were tired, the whole world was crumbling and this was the last time you thought you could actually handle it. You’ve always been tough but this has eaten you out.

“You home?”- you are, but part of you wants to be alone. It’s that terrible thing that you know you do whenever one of this depressive cycles comes along. You stay silent in your bedroom and hope he doesn’t come and that he’ll decide to leave- “Why is the door unlocked if you are not home?”-You hear steps and try hard to suppress that sob that’s been threatening to leave your lips- “I know you are here, the janitor told me he saw you crying in the elevator”

“Why did you come?”- you finally say. He gets to the bedroom and see you in sitting in the rug hugging your knees impossibly near your chest and sits besides you.

“I brought dinner, my friend Seokjin did more than needed and I wanted to…”- he sighs and throws his head back- “That’s not important now… is it?”- he chuckles and are you ok?”

“…Yes”- you lie. Of course you lie, you can’t just talk about all those negative thoughts with Jimin, the piece of sunshine neighbour that lives next door and you’ve know for less than half a year. The guy that seems the reincarnation of everything that’s pure and happy and deserves to be walking and breathing… not like you.

“Bad day?”- he keeps up. You feel terrible, knowing what kind of sight you must be right now. Bloodshot eyes, hair tied up without a single care and a too big hoodie that makes you look even wider than you already are- “I… know what it feels like”- I look up without being able to hide my surprise- “There you are, I wanted to see your face”

“Why…?”- I sob again.

“Cause you are nice”- he replies giving me that hundred dollar smile of his. It hurts deep inside. How can he be such a precious creature while I’m sinking in my own personal hell?

“I’m not. I’m resentful and pitiful and… worthless”

“Don’t say that”- he get nearer and cleans some tears from my cheeks with his fingers- “You are smart, and caring… I’ve seen you feeding the cat in the alley… and you are so beautiful”- at this you look at his face again, his cheeks are flushed and you can only thing on how wonderful he looks. White loose sweater that complements his short dark red brown locks. Once again, he smiles sweetly.

“You don’t even know me”- you say bitterly- “just leave me alone”

“Oh, but I know you”- he says, smile never leaving his lips- “cause I was you some years ago, cause I know the pain and I know how to get out of there. Let me help you” “How would you have ever felt like this!! I’m less than filth, I’m worthless!!”-you yell burying your face in the space between your knees and chest. You just wanna stop breathing, stop getting into shit and stop… just stop being…- “Jimin, you can’t help, you are just my too good to be true neighbour. Why would you want to help?”

“Because I like you”- he whispers, breathing out single chuckle- “I thought I would never say this to you! I had liked you since you moved here”

“…me?”

“Yes… cause I see what you don’t. I see the great you, the you that can make the room lighten with you smile and the you that can make anything you dream posible. I see the happy you, and not this ball of self loathe. I want the person I like to be happy, and I… want to make you happy”- It takes me aback, all those word spilling out his pretty lips.

“I’m not worth… the effort”

“You are worth every effort I can make”

You don’t know why but the thought of Jimin in your life makes it much more bearable and for a moment you forget all those haunting thoughts in your mind and look up.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah”- he takes one of your hands off the tight wrap you’ve been holding your knees with and he takes it into his fingers, interwinding fingers one by one. With just that kind touch the dark fogginess dissipates and you immediately regret having showed him that part of yourself, but at the same time you feel relieved cause there’s nothing worse to show and he has already seen it all. Right now all you need are his arms around your waist holding you nearer to his warm. So you make the first move and throw yourself in his arms and cry a little bit more and he lets you soak his white sweater without his smile fluttering for even a second.

“It’s a good day today, don’t you think so?”