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hey guys…it’s been awhile. i hope you’re doing okay and that i love you 💕

[bleusiidee]

so im thinking of doing a series, just cos i have nothing else to do…sooo yeah :)

that’s it

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hey BITCH

hey daddy 🥺🫶🏻

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BTS REACTIONS:

You giving them silent treatment

A/N; this is my first time doing a BTS REACTIONS. Hopefully you guys do enjoy it and i will definitely be making more :))

Trigger Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood

Genre: angst, some fluff

— NAMJOON —

He just finished his night routine, a toothbrush hanging from his mouth as he walked into the living room. As he peeked around the corner, he noticed you. You had fallen asleep, mascara stains on your cheeks and lipstick smeared across your face as well. The two of you had just gotten back home from dinner early since an argument began to arise between you, him, and an employee. Even though it was a couple of hours ago, no one even bothered to say a word to each other.

Your body moved around a bit, trying to get comfortable, but the couch just wasn’t doing it for you. Either way, you were dozing off.

He walked over to you, lightly tapping your shoulder. “Baby, come back to bed. Tonight was just a misunderstanding.” He acknowledged, softly shaking you. You groaned as you rolled over, opening your eyes halfway. “No. I’m staying here till morning.” Namjoon shook his head, plopping himself next to you.

“Come on, love. Just please for me. I don’t like seeing you in a bad mood. Look, next time, we can order take-out. Is that okay with you?” He rubbed your thigh, fingers tracing your skin. “I know how much you hate going out, so might as well bring the restaurant here.”

You looked up at him, rubbing your eyes, the mascara smearing more. “Deal, but you’re paying.”

“Deal. Now come back to bed, please. I miss you.” He smiled, playfully hitting you.

“Okay love, wait for me.” You replied.

— SEOKJIN —

You were sitting on the bed, letting out a sigh of frustration as you messed with your laptop. You were pissed about what had happened earlier between you and Seokjin.

The both of you would have arguments all the time about the dumbest things that pop into your heads. But this time, it didn’t seem dumb, at least to him it wasn’t.

You both have been playing pranks on each other for the past couple of weeks, throwing water balloons, nerf battles, and some secret attacks like tickling. But today, you had decided to get him back with a prank…breaking up with him.

“Ah, Y/N! Stop that! That’s not funny and you damn well know that!” He shouted, finger pointing towards your direction as you stared at him. “No more! I’m done!”

Thoughts kept replaying in your mind as you remembered the conversation, wishing it never came out of his mouth. You shook your head and focused back on the laptop.

As you scrolled, you heard his voice.

“Y/N,” Seokjin spoke softly as he walked into the room. No response left your mouth, not even a peep. You didn’t look back to see him, only at the screen that was in front of you. He walked over to you, sitting next to you and watching you as you carried on.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. You can keep playing pranks, but please don’t do that again. It scared me half to death.” No response. Your eyes watched the mouse as you kept scrolling. He looked down, saddened that you didn’t care.

“Okay.” You replied quietly. “I won’t do it again, but don’t be mean to me.”

“I wasn’t being mean, I’m just telling you that I don’t want you doing that again. Do you understand what I’m saying?” Seokjin closed your laptop, putting it aside. You looked up at him.

“Yes, I do. No more pulling pranks like that.” You agreed. He smiled at you. “Good, now can you please talk to me?”

“Sure…after another prank.”

— YOONGI —

You had remembered the memory like it was yesterday…maybe because it was. The whole thing went downhill when you accidentally cut yourself while trying to pick up broken glass in the kitchen. Yoongi wasn’t home but when he found out, he chewed out your ass.

You’ve never seen this side of him before, he wasn’t the type to express how he felt about certain things, but this one pushed his buttons.

You examined your hand, the bandage that was covered in blood. You decided it was time to clean it up some more, despite the sharp pain that was going to come even if you rinsed it with water and soap.

After you finished, you quietly found a bandage and wrapped it on, taking the old one off and placing it in the trash can. As you began to wrap it, that familiar sharp pain hit you quickly.

“Ouch..goddammit that hurts.” You whispered to yourself, rolling your head back. Your eyes fluttered as the sting stayed there for a couple of seconds, wishing you could scratch it with no problem.

“Do you need my help, Y/N?” Yoongi stood in the doorway, watching you struggle to put on the bandage. You looked at him through the mirror, ignoring him. “Hello? Earth to Y/N. I’m here to help.”

“I can see that.” You replied, still talking to the mirror. He walked over to you, grabbing both of your wrists. “Ow! That’s enough, Yoongi!” You yanked your wrists back.

“I was gonna help you with your bandage, but it seems like you got it under control-“

“No…I need your help..please?” You responded, looking at him. His eyes softened as he looked at the cut, then you. “My baby...I’m sorry about earlier.”

You nodded as his response. “It’s fine. I didn’t mean to break the glass.” He looks at you, ahead cupping your cheek as he uses his thumb to rub it softly. “No baby. I shouldn’t have gone off on you like that..it’s been a long week and I wish I never did that to you.” You didn’t respond to that, your eyes were busy staring at his hands.

“There. How does it feel now?” He had finished treating your cut, the bandage wrapped around your hand nicely.

“A lot better..thanks.” You looked down at your bandage. “I forgive you.”

— HOSEOK —

“Y/N! It’s a simple dance move! Why aren’t you doing it correctly?” Hoseok shouted, looking at you.

“Maybe because I’m not a fucking dancer!” You shouted back. The two of you were going at it. He was mainly upset with you because you were testing his patience, according to him, but he knew you weren’t a dancer.

You sat out, watching him closely as he swayed his hips, a simple rhythm making his body move. You shook your head, throwing your hand back against the mirror, his feet loudly tapping on the floor. You could tell he was upset by the way he was dancing, his blood boiling.

You took your phone out and got on it, the reflection of the screen showing, alerting Hoseok’s vision. He stopped the music and stared at you. You felt his eyes darting your way as you tapped the screen, trying to find something to do to avoid looking at him or, in this case, talking to him.

You hated when Hoseok was mad, you just hated it. You’ve been in that position many times, not on purpose.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps getting closer. Hoseok kneeled in front of you, placing a finger under your chin and lifting it. Not a peep left your mouth. Your eyes were still glued to the bright lights coming from the phone.

“Honey, can you please try your best to dance correctly? I know you can do it, you just need to practice more.” He said quietly. You moved his hand away, looking up at him.

“Why should I? So you can yell at me more? Don’t be such a cunt when I try my best to dance, Hoseok. You and I both know how I feel about dancing.” You responded, scoffing.

“I understand that love, but please? I can teach you slower if you need.” He smiled slightly, trying to make you feel better. “Just for me?” You couldn’t help but smile back.

“Why do you have to be so cute, Y/N?” He replied, kissing your forehead.

“Ah, shut up and teach me the dance already.” You said, your face turning into a tomato.

“As you wish.” He chuckled, grabbing your hand and lifting you.

— JIMIN —

You had just pulled into the driveway, heated from what went down at work. You had no idea how much of a dick your cowards could be when it comes to the group presentation. “All that work for nothing!” You shouted before you got out.

Your heels clicked loudly on the ground, making you trample over them. You spat, kicking them off and carrying them as you headed inside.

“Hey, baby! How was your…day?” You walked past Jimin, heading towards the kitchen and searching through the fridge. “Bingo.” You thought to yourself as you opened the bottle and started drinking it.

After a few hours went by, you sat on the couch, a blank expression on your face as you stared at the wall, trying to figure out life all over again. You ignored your phone and surprisingly Jimin, who had tried to greet you on the way in. As you decided to take another swig of the drink, it was empty. You groaned to yourself.

You continued to look blankly at the wall, daydreaming about life without a job. Oh, how peaceful that sounded.

“Y/N? Is everything okay? You don’t look too good.” Jimin walked over to you.

You shook your head, thinking you felt cute for a moment. “What’s wrong, my angel? You can talk to me about it.” He sat on the couch, deciding you should flip your body so that your head is on his lap.

“Work, baby. That’s what’s wrong.” You finally decided to speak after however many hours, letting out all of your frustration.

“Well, I know what l can make you feel better.” He smiled, looking into your eyes. You know he put some kind of spell on you, those eyes and his lips do the trick. He leaned down to kiss you, only to stop. “Baby, you smell like alcohol.” He laughed. You slapped his chest lightly.

“Yeah right!” You crossed your arms.

“I’ll kiss you if you let me help you take a shower. I’ll wash your hair, clean you, and do whatever you need me to do to make you feel better. I just want my baby to be happy.” He implied, rubbing his hands on yours.

“Shower together?” You asked, giving him puppy eyes.

“Sure! Anything for you.” He peppered kisses around your face, smiling. “I love you.”

— TAEHYUNG —

He’s been staring at you for the past 20 minutes, trying to get a word out of you. He had brought you food, flowers, candy, etc. You did not react to any of it. Just the feeling of pain in your lower back.

“Are you okay, Y/N? Do I need to call a doctor?” He looked around, trying to find someone. There was no point calling anybody since you were just on your period. He always cared about you and was always there for you, no matter the situation or no matter what kind of terms the two of you were on.

You stared back at him blankly as drool puddled around your bedsheets, forming wet spots you wished weren’t gonna be there the next day.

You blinked a few times, trying to tell him something.

“Use your words, Y/N. What is it?” He kneeled in front of you.

A word escaped your mouth. “I-..”

“I…what?” He looked at you.

“I…wish you weren’t a fucking idiot. I’m just on my period, Taehyung.” You groaned, a sharp pain hitting your back. “Cramps are a part of it.” Rolling your eyes back, you tried getting comfortable again.

“Ohhh…well uh…funny thing is that I already knew that, so ha! I know my history.” Taehyung folded his arms, looking to the side.

“No need to get sassy now.” You laughed, wincing at the pain again. He stared at you again. “I’m glad you’re talking though. I thought you had lost your voice.” Taehyung wiped fake sweat off his forehead.

“I thought you had a brain. Guess we were both wrong.” You laughed, wiping off fake sweat too.

— JUNGKOOK —

The two of you had been arguing all day about the video games until finally, you had enough.

“You know what? This conversation is over, Jungkook. Goodnight!” You stormed to the guest bedroom, slamming the door. He rolled his eyes at your reaction and played the game for a couple more hours.

No one had said anything to each other, no text or call. You had locked yourself in the guest bedroom for a couple of hours now, surrounding yourself with nothing but silence. All you heard from outside of the door was the sound of Jungkook’s game, his fingers clicking loudly on the keyboard as he played. You felt terrible inside but you didn’t care.

Then, all was silent. It startled you a bit but in the end, it doesn’t matter. When arguments happen between the two of you, he stays upset for hours, you stay silent for hours.

A knock was heard at the door, followed by a voice. “Y/N? Can I come in?”

You got off the bed, wiping your nose and drying your eyes with your sleeves. You opened the door slightly, revealing half your head.

“Can I come in please?” He replied, hands lightly touching the door. You opened the door a little bit, letting him in the darkroom. As you closed the door, he grabbed your hand and pulled you onto his lap, hugging you tightly. Kisses were placed around your face, mostly your lips.

“I’m sorry baby. I truly am.” You didn’t respond. All you did was stare at your hands. He kissed you again, deepening the kiss. You felt your body giving in and responded to the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

“You owe me.” You replied. “Big time.”

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sweater weather

summary; it was a snowy night. you and jimin both were stuck with each other. little did the two of you know, things were about to get interesting.

genre; fluff, smut (issa cute lil story)

trigger warning; dom!jimin, sub!reader, drinking, finger riding, good shit, starts off kind of slow, but things take a heated turn ;)

a/n; ohhhhh im gonna have fun writing this for you guys. read at your own risk if you would like. but enjoy! also, any gifs aren’t mine.

“isn’t it pretty, jimin?” your eyes were glued on the snowflakes falling from the sky, a smile appeared on your face as you stared in awe. “we should go outside and have a snowball fight, or make snow angels, or..or.”

“Y/N, slow down. it’s late. plus, shouldn’t we both be getting ready for bed?” jimin replied, brushing his teeth, his hair fluffed up a bit.

“you might be, but me? nope! i’m ready to part-ayeee!” you twirled your body around, shaking your butt. he walked over to you, his toothbrush hanging from his mouth.

“how many drinks have you had tonight, love?” you showed him 3 fingers. “1, 2, a-and a 3rd one soon!” you giggled stumbling as you walked to the kitchen, reaching for another glass of wine. he ran up to you, grabbing you and the bottle.

“you know what? on second thought, let’s go outside and play in the snow.” he responded quickly putting the bottle up. “just for your sake and mine.” you nodded, clapping your hands and running to the shared bedroom. your feet tapped on the floor as you waddled into the closet. jimin followed behind you, scratching his head.

“Y/N…do you need help getting dressed or-“

“n-nope! i g-got it!” you responded. a smile appeared on his face as he crouched next to you. you had put his oversized sweater over your body, playing around with the sleeves. with his finger placed under your chin, he tilted your head his way, lips inches away from each other. he studied your face. your eyes widened, blowing air in his face.

“ha! beat that!” you got up, falling over again.

“you sure you don’t need help?” the boy laughed, covering his mouth. “because it seems like you’re having more trouble than you did the other night.” he shook his head, grabbing your hand and pulling you up. he placed you on the edge of the bed, his hands resting on both sides of your thighs.

he whispered into your neck. “wait for me, yeah?” you nodded silently, looking into his eyes as he pulled back.

“ah, now sir, how many drinks have you had, may i ask?” you folded your arms, huffing. he turned to look at you. “same as you.” he held up 3 fingers, laughing again. you shook your head. “copy cat!” jimin shook his head, laughing. “you’re so cute when you’re upset, baby.”

you growled. “oh hush! hurry up before the snow melts.” the bed squeaked as you jumped up from it. holding your hand out, you grabbed jimin, sprinting outside, immediately jumping in the white piles of snow. the little kid in you jumped out, giggling as you twirled, snowflakes falling around you and the cold breeze hitting you repeatedly. you covered your cold face with the fleece sleeves, blowing hot air into it, teeth chattering.

jimin smiled, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer to his body, his breath tickling the back of your neck. you shivered at his touch, getting warmer slowly. the two of you relaxed in each other’s arms.

“mhm, this is nice.” you whispered, closing your eyes as the wind whistled through your ears, snowflakes lightly placing themselves on your bodies. he smiled as a snowflake landed on your nose, applying a kiss on it. “are you ready to go inside now? the longer we stay out here, the quicker we turn into frosty the snowman.” you nodded, shivering. “y-yeah. i-it’s k-kinda c-c-cold.” with that, jimin grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “as you wish, lovely.”

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the two of you sat together in the bedroom—barely any clothes on—tangled up in a knot as you tried to get warm. the room was dark, lights dimmed a bit. you shivered in jimin’s arms as he held you closer. “so i noticed you’re still wearing my sweater that you stole. care to return it?” he raised an eyebrow.

“return it? please.” you snorted, turning to face him. “how about you make me?” you stuck your tongue out, giggling.

“i don’t think that’s the best option, Y/N. who knows what will happen?” jimin shrugged his shoulders while trying to get comfortable. “and please for the love of god, can you stop sitting on my crotch? i’m trying to sit comfortably but i can’t.” he pushed you off of him, making you fall to the ground.

“oh so you wanna fight now? huh? is that all you got, tuff stuff?” you got up, standing in front of him, arms crossed while tapping your foot. “because we can fight right now, no biggie.” he chuckled as he looked up at you.

“ah, why are you whining, baby? it was a joke. i like it when you sit on me like that. it makes me feel good.” you looked down at him, your face heating up as you looked into his eyes.

he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your body closer and lifting up the sweater, kissing your stomach. you rolled your head back as he traced his lips around your tummy, still applying kisses all over it.

“u-um…it does?” you quietly responded, placing your hand on his head, massaging his scalp. “mhmmm. i even love it when you just sit on it while i’m inside you, god how you feel so good around me.” he lightly bit your stomach, pressing the tip of his tongue against it. you groaned softly, moving your hand to the back of his neck, lightly squeezing it. “or when my tongue is inside you too,” he chuckled, looking up at you. “you taste so good, love.”

at this point, you were soaked. you tried squeezing your legs together so that he wouldn’t notice, but it was too late. he brushed his fingers against your wet folds, teasing you. the boy smirked as he saw your facial expressions change. “you want me to keep going, baby?”

you whimpered, rolling your head back again.

“use your words. i’m listening.” he reached up and lightly grabbed your chin, bringing your head down to look at his. your cheeks turned red and your face started heating up.

“y-yes please.” he smirked at your response, intertwining his fingers with yours and pulling you on top of him, your soaked panties coming in contact with his hard cock. you winced slightly as he pushed himself up against you. chills were sent through your body as he slid his fingers up against your thighs, inches away from your wet pussy.

jimin rubbed you through your panties, his fingers doing circles around your clit. you threw your head back, whimpering as you grind against his fingers.

“ride my fingers just how you ride my dick, baby. take it all in.” he says, rubbing his thumb against your covered clit. “nice and slow.” you nodded as you placed your thighs on both sides on his body, taking your panties off and throwing them to the side. you kept the sweater on because although it was getting a little hot, you were still cold.

jimin licked his lips as he saw your core dripping, groaning. you grabbed his fingers and shoved them inside of you, grinding yourself against them. he used his thumb to rub your clit while he used his other hand to hold your waist as you slid up and down his fingers. you bounced on them, picking up the pace as you felt your orgasm coming.

“i-i’m about to-“

“cum for me baby. cum all over my fingers with that pretty pussy of yours.” and with that, it was over.

you came all over his hand and as well as his sweater, your juices dripping off his fingers. you whimpered and stared at his fingers. “be a good girl and open for me baby.” you nodded and opened your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip of his fingers before putting them all the way in. the boy licked his lips as he saw you do so, getting hard again. he groaned and threw his head back. “god, just like that baby. just like that..” you smiled at his comment, taking them out with a “pop”.

jimin pulled you into a kiss, lightly pressing his tongue against your lips and chuckling. “you can keep the sweater.

“oh, i had already planned on it.” you replied, smiling.

[bleusiidee]

• fluff (♡) smut (☥) angst (✦)

m.list

namjoon:

seokjin:

yoongi:

hoseok:

jimin:

sweater weather - ♡, ☥

taehyung:

jungkook:

crushed - ♡, ✦

BTS REACTIONS

You giving them silent treatment - ♡, ✦

i will try my best to keep everything updated but please be patient with me. ya girl’s got school and work 😭

[bleusiidee]

crushed.

a/n: heyyy this is my first oneshot sooo hopefully you guys can enjoy it :) and i do apologize for any grammar errors. any gifs aren’t mine!

trigger warning: minor cussing, mostly fluff, some angst (you’ll find it) reader and jk are both in college lol, good luck <3

it was him.

you thought to yourself as your eyes met. your heart started racing, face turning red as he walked your way. thoughts came rushing through your mind as he approached you, only to realize that he wasn’t walking to you, but to the girl behind you.

your heart shattered, face still red as you stared at the wall a couple feet away. you mumbled curse words as you shook your head, another sigh being released. “of course it was her. why can’t it ever be me?” you thought to yourself as you gathered your things and headed home.

the walk home was peaceful. the smell of the autumn air floating around you, the wind lightly brushing your hair away from your face. you enjoyed moments like this. it was quiet though, which you didn’t mind but you also did mind.

as you walked back to your place, a familiar voice greeted you. “hey, it’s Y/N, right?”

“who’s asking-“ you turned around and stopped. your heart started coming to life again, face turning tomato red as you saw the man standing in front of you.

jungkook.

he was dreamy, his black, messy hair covered half of his face. the smell of his cologne filled your nostrils as he tried closing the gap between you both. wild thoughts ran through your head as he gave you a bunny smile. you choked on your words, stuttering as you spoke again.

“um, y-yes. that’s m-me.” you felt your face heating up. he chuckled a little bit, brushing his hair out of eyes with his pinky. god why is he attractive?

“well, i noticed you were staring at me earlier. you like what you see?” he laughed, stepping back a little bit. you mumbled. “a lot actually..” he stopped laughing and looked at you, tilting his head to the side, hair falling into his eyes again. “huh? oh- it was nothing. i said, u-uh, a pot actually! which reminds me, i need to go inside and cook. sooo i’ll talk to you later. okay bye!”

you ran inside, slamming the door and locking it. you ran to the blinds closing them, slightly peaking through. he saw you and gave you another bunny smile. your heart raced as you quickly stopped looking and ran upstairs, catching your breath. did he actually notice me this time, or am i dreaming?

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the next few months came so quickly. he started to notice you more often, waving at you as the two of you passed each other in the hallway, earning another smile from him each time. a smile appeared onto your face as he did so.

suddenly, jungkook turned around decided to walk with you, playfully bumping shoulders with yours. “whoa, i didn’t see you there.” he chuckled, pushing himself against your side. you giggled as you did it back, pushing harder. “we could do this all day.” you added. “or all night.” he mumbled, smirking.

there goes that familiar beating in your heart again, face getting warmer. “u-uh, i don’t know what to s-say.” you gulped. actually, i do. just not in front of everybody.

“say no more, Y/N. would you like to-“ he stopped as his friends approached him. they all greeted each other, dabbing one another up.

“yooo jk, is this the girl you talk about a lot? i thought she’d be more…you know…prettier.” one of them added. you stopped walking, jungkook looked at you, eyes widening.

“jungkook, what are they talking about?” your fists tighten a little bit, knuckles turning pale. the black haired boy sits in silence, only hearing his friends whisper behind your back. you shook your head.

“i’ll see you later.” you walked off, cursing to yourself again.

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time passes by and you haven’t said a word to jungkook, or even looked at him for that matter. i can’t believe i actually thought he wanted to be my friend. guess a snake is still a snake even if they shed their skin. you sighed and walked to class, sitting yourself down.

the teacher had got up from her desk, holding a piece of paper with different names typed all over it. “good morning class, it’s that time of the month, so you know what that means?”

oh no. it better not be-

“group project time!” she added with sarcasm, adding a little dance. the class started murmuring under their breath, talking amongst one another. you sunk in your seat as she started reading out the names.

as all the names were called, she paused. “ah, last but not least, jungkook and Y/N.” your heart stopped, sinking in your chair more as you looked at him. he stared at you, smirking and looking away innocently. you groaned. this will be interesting..

class ended and you sprinted out as quick as you could, leaving everybody behind. you ran out, leaves following behind and crunching beneath your feet. your breathing was uncontrollable and unsteady.

finally you made it home, throwing you belongings on the nearest couch, collapsing on it afterwards. “why me?” you cried out. a lump began to form in your throat. “why the fuck me? i thought he enjoyed my company.” you wiped your tears with your sleeves, breathing in and out slowly.

as you got up, you heard a knock on the door, followed by a voice. “Y/N, can we talk please?” it was him.

“what’s the occasion?” you replied not moving an inch. you scoffed and looked through the peephole. “don’t you have someone else to talk to?”

he sighed. “well, i mean y-yeah, who doesn’t? definitely not me!” he chuckled, suddenly getting quiet. “please, let me in. im begging you.”

you rolled your eyes, opening the door. “fine. what is it?” he walked in, closing the door behind him. you glared at him and sighed.

the boy looked down. “i’m sorry for what happened at school.”

you scoffed. “okay and? what are you sorry for? your friends or what you’ve been saying behind my fucking back?” you made your way to the couch, pushing your things off of it. his eyes followed you as you did so.

“Y/N..”

“what jungkook, what? i’ve had it with your games. why are you talking shit behind my back? huh? do you enjoy humiliating me or something?” you shouted, standing up.

he balled up his fists, knuckles turning white. “you know what Y/N? you’re right. i showed my friends a different girl and told them it was you, whoopity-do! because i knew they wouldn’t like you they way you look now.”

you stopped. “what?”

jungkook added. “yeah, i said it. what are you gonna do about it?” you shook your head.

“get the fuck out of my house.”

“i wasn’t done-“

“i said get out, jungkook. thanks for fucking up my opportunity on getting with you.” you said quietly, grabbing your items from the floor. “i can’t believe after all this time…i finally realized how much of a dick you are. no wonder girls like being in your pants.”

the two of you stood in silence, only hearing the sound of a ticking clock make its noise.

“y-you like me?” he spoke quietly.

“i did…not anymore.”

you walked to your room in silence, tears forming in your eyes as you closed the door. you slid down against the door, letting your tears stream down your face as you punched the air.

a soft knock was made. “yes?” you responded.

“it’s jungkook, can i come in please?” he spoke, tracing the door with his finger. you wiped your face, opening it slightly. he walked in, shutting it quietly as he heard your light sobs. he placed himself down next to you, observing you.

“u-um, Y/N? can i hold-“ you wrapped your arms around him, crying into his shirt.

god, what have i done? the boy thought to himself as he held you close, rocking you back and forth. “so, how long have you liked me for?”

you mumbled into his shirt. “since i first met you.”

he replied. “was that in the library? no wonder your face kept turning red and eyes started crossing, and then you started drooling.” he chuckled.

“my eyes weren’t crossing, and since when was i drooling?” you responded, still mumbling into his top.

“you weren’t? damn, i could’ve sworn i saw a puddle under you.” he laughed again. you scoffed. “yeah, im sure of that.”