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Seoul Connection ✈︎ JJK ✈︎ PJM

CHAPTER 6

You arrive at work exactly on time. Not early, not late. Neutral.

You clock in, settle at your desk in the rehearsal room, and begin reviewing your checklists for the day—camera angles for the afternoon shoot, backline confirmations, sound setup revisions. It’s the usual rhythm that you have fallen into in the past month. Familiar. Safe.

Except it’s not.

Your skin still prickles from last night. The noise, the light, that moment in the club you’re trying hard to delete—his hand, the pressure of it, the way your body stiffened before you even had time to really register what was happening.

You haven’t told the girls. You didn’t text Seo-Jun back. Even though he texted maybe one too many times for your liking. You haven’t really looked at your phone at all, actually. It’s easier not to think.

So you sit. And you focus.

You keep your face calm, your spine straight, your tasks in check.

But when one of the sound guys brushes your shoulder while passing a cable behind you, your body reacts.

A quick, automatic flinch.

Just a twitch—so small no one should notice.

Except someone does.

You feel the heat of his gaze before you even look up.

Jungkook stands on the far side of the studio, half-bent over a monitor setup, a cord in one hand. His head is tilted slightly, one brow faintly raised. His expression unreadable.

Your stomach drops.

You immediately look away, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear like nothing happened.

It happens again an hour later.

You’re crouched by one of the cases, sorting the smaller equipment pieces when Jimin approaches with a light laugh and a clipboard in hand.

“Hey,” he says casually, crouching beside you, “you good with this checklist, or should I double-check it before you send it over to the floor team?”

You nod, smiling faintly. “It’s good. Already cross-checked the light positions.”

“Wow. Gold star for you.”

He nudges your shoulder gently with his own. It’s friendly. Normal. The same was he has done a couple of times before.

And still—your body freezes for a second.

You catch it too late, feel your own chest tighten. You hope he doesn’t notice.

But he does. Of course he does.

Jimin tilts his head slightly, his playful grin dimming. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” You force another smile. “Just didn’t expect that.”

He doesn’t press. But he doesn’t look convinced either.

You pull away politely, standing. “I’ll go prep the next set.”

You don’t look back.

By lunch, you’re wound so tightly you barely hear your name being called.

“Y/N”

You blink, glance up. Jungkook stands in front of you, a protein bar in one hand, his hoodie sleeves pushed up to his forearms. The studio lights cast a soft sheen across his cheekbones, but his expression is strangely neutral.

“You forgot to eat again,” he says, holding the bar out to you.

You hesitate. Looking between the treat in his hands and back to his face.

He waits, not smiling like he usually does. Just watching.

“It’s fine,” you say softly. “I’m not hungry.”

“Eat anyway.”

You finally take it, your fingers brushing his for half a second. You pull your hand back quickly, clutching the wrapper.

Jungkook leans against the edge of the table, crossing his arms loosely over his chest.

“You always flinch like that?”

Your heart skips. “What?”

His eyes stay on yours. He doesn’t say it with judgment, or even concern—it’s something a bit more than that. Measured.

But not cold.

“I’ve been around you for weeks,” he says. “I’ve never seen you act like people touching you was a problem.”

Your lips part—but nothing comes out. Then shut again.

He shrugs slowly, his tone softening just slightly. “Just wondering if someone did something.”

You look down. “Nothing happened.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

You glance around the room, but no one is paying attention.

You force a breath through your nose. “It’s fine. I don’t… I just didn’t sleep well.”

Jungkook leans in a little closer—not physically, but emotionally. His presence narrows in on you, quiet and grounded.

“You don’t have to tell me anything,” he says. “But if something’s wrong… I don’t think you should pretend it’s nothing.”

You finally meet his eyes again.

And you say it gently, without a hint of emotion

“Jungkook its really ok. I just didn’t sleep very well”

Something flickers behind his expression—regret? frustration?

He doesn't push.

Just takes a breath, straightens up, and gives a tiny nod.

“Okay,” he says getting back up. “But maybe try eating that before it melts in your hand.”

He turns and walks away.

When he finally leaves the room, you look down and realize your fingers have crushed the corner of the bar from how tightly you were holding it.

You’re outside, behind the building, leaning against the railing near the loading dock—your unofficial break spot. Your coffee’s cold, but you’re still holding it, sipping like it might ground you. Gently nibling on the protein bar jungkook gave to you.

It’s a quiet moment. Almost peaceful.

Until you hear the door creak open behind you.

“Hey.”

You turn slightly and find Seo-Jun there, hands in his pockets, a hesitant look on his face.

“Hey,” you echo, soft and tired. You haven’t been clearly avoiding him today but you also were not looking for his company either.

He walks over and stands beside you, not too close—but not far enough to ignore. There’s a silence between you that isn’t awkward, but it’s weighty. Like he came here with something to say and is still working up to it.

“You’ve been off today,” he says eventually, glancing sideways at you. “Something happen?”

You keep your eyes on the concrete taking another small bite before answering. “No, not really.”

“You sure?” You can feel his gaze on you.

You nod. “Just tired.”

He studies you for a second. “Was it the club?”

You blink. Slowly. Your heart kicks a little. You don’t want to think about the club again. You are honestly getting tired at this point from people asking if you are ok and if something happened.

You don’t answer right away. Seo-Jun watches your silence and softens his tone. He reaches for your arm and you stare for a second at his hand on you.

“Y/N… if someone did anything to you, even if it felt small, I—”

“Nothing happened,” you interrupt, a little too sharp. Finally looking up at him with a blank expression on your face. “Really. I’m fine”

He backs off slightly, hands raising in surrender. “Okay. I believe you.”

The silence that follows is tenser now. He breaks it gently.

“I’m only asking because I care, you know. Not just as a co-worker. You know that, right?”

You look at him—his expression is honest, warm, maybe too open. It makes your chest hurt.

“I know,” you murmur. “You’re kind.”

He takes a step closer. It’s subtle—but you notice.

And so does someone else.

“Break room’s not good enough anymore?”

The voice comes from behind you.  Low.

Casual but at the same time not casual at all.

You freeze.

You both turn to find Jungkook slightly leaning at the doorway, with his arms crossed in front of his chest. His expression is unreadable—but there’s a flicker in his eyes. Darker than usual. Sharper.

Seo-Jun straightens a little. “Just getting some air.”

Jungkook nods slowly and gives a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Right. That’s why you’re trying to corner her outside like it’s a drama scene?”

“Excuse me?” Seo-Jun says, surprised.

You step between them instinctively, voice flat. “We’re just talking.”

Jungkook’s eyes flick to you for half a second, then back to Seo-Jun.

“She said she’s fine,” Jungkook mutters, jaw tightening. “Maybe take the hint.”

Seo-Jun’s brows knit. “You’re being weird, man. What’s your deal?”

“My deal,” Jungkook says, stepping forward, “is watching you look real comfortable trying to pull her aside every chance you get. You think she wants that?”

You blink.

Seo-Jun opens his mouth, then closes it.

Your heart is racing, and not in the way it normally is to when you are with Jungkook.

“Stop,” you say, voice sharper now. “Both of you. This is ridiculous.”

Jungkook looks at you, but he doesn’t back down. “Just saying. If someone actually gave a damn, they’d leave you alone when you clearly don’t want to be touched.”

The words hit too directly.

Seo-Jun looks between the two of you, frowning. “Okay. Got it.”

He steps back. “Let me know when I can talk to you without getting pushed around.”

You don’t say anything. God he has some guts to say that to him. Jungkook with a flick of his finger, if he really wanted to, find a way to move Seo-Jun to some other position really fast. Even though you don’t believe he would do so.

He leaves.

The door swings shut behind him.

Jungkook stays where he is, arms crossed now, chest rising and falling with too much tension.

You don’t want to ask. Not really. Your head is still heavy from last nights drinking and, in fact, you dind’t sleep well at all. You just want to go back home call Evi and tell how stupid life feels right now.

But you do ask.

“What was that?”

He shrugs, not looking at you.

“Don’t like the way he talks to you.”

“Why?” you press. “Because he does?”

Jungkook finally looks at you, jaw set.

“He doesn’t know you.”

“And you do?”

That stops him cold.

For a beat, nothing moves between you. No words. No breath.

And then, softer—less angry—he says:

“I’m trying to.”

You don’t answer. You don’t know how to answer. Yeah, if theres something Jungkook has been learning how to do is shut you up alright.

So you turn and go back inside before he can say anything else.

But the weight of it follows you even if he doesn’t.

You are clocked out when you find yourself on the rooftop of the building, the skyline flickering like static. You didn’t mean to come here—your body just moved on its own, like it needed air, distance, a moment.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket.

[Sana]: Have you left already?

You pause. Then reply: 

[you]: Roof.

Minutes later, the door creaks open and she steps out, two bottled drinks in hand.

She hands you one without a word, plops down beside you on the low ledge, and kicks her feet out like she’s lived on rooftops her whole life.

“You look like you’re ten seconds away from fighting someone,” she says casually, bumping your arm. “Should I be worried?”

You laugh—but it’s dry. “I already did that today. Sort of.”

“Oh?”

You take a breath, then let it out slowly. “Jungkook and Seo-Jun almost got into it.”

Sana’s head turns so fast you hear her earrings jingle. “What?”

“They both said shit. Jungkook got all weirdly defensive and said Seo-Jun needed to back off. I know Seo-Jun was trying to check on me,  but it just… exploded.”

Sana whistles low with a smirk on her lips as she took a sip of her drink. “Damn. Who knew golden boy had claws.”

You shrug, twisting the bottle in your hands. “ I don’t think its that deep.”

She gives you a long, sideways glance. “You sure he doesn’t like you?”

“I don’t know.” You pause. “And even if he did… Honestly, it wouldn’t matter.”

“Why not?”

“Because this is temporary. I go back to uni soon. I’m not even from here. I’m not in this world, not really.” You sip from your own drink now. Looking into the city “Also I don’t know if you noticed” you turn to her and whisper “hes like, veryfamous. And Army is scary”

Sana watches you for a second longer before turning her eyes back to the skyline with a ghostly smile playing on her lips.

“You know, sometimes I forget you’re the intern.”

“Thanks,” you murmur.

“No, I mean it. You’re so… calm. Even now, when you’re clearly unraveling.”

You scoff and smile faintly loking back at her. “That’s new. I feel like a mess.”

“I’d trade places with you if I could.”

You glance over. “What?”

“Nothing,” she says quickly, brushing off the comment. “Just thinking out loud.”

You don't press it. You’re too tired. Why would any one want to be in the mess you feel like you are in now?

“Can I ask you something?” Sana says, after a pause.

You nod.

“What do you want from all of this? Like… when your internship ends. What’s next?”

You stare at the lights across the river. “I don’t know.  Definetly go back, finish school. Pretend I didn’t just get blown into the most complicated, confusing  part of my life?”

“That’s… kind of poetic.”

You scoff. “It’s kind of tragic.”

Sana chuckles and leans her head on your shoulder. “Well, until you leave, we’ve got you.”

You lean your head against hers.

And in that moment—warm rooftop lights, distant traffic hum, someone breathing next to you—it almost feels like the world isn’t shifting beneath your feet.

The week moves slowly. Not in hours or things to do, but in atmosphere.

You show up early to the company every day. Focused. Steady. Like nothing happened. Not like Seo-Jun stopped texting. Not like Jimin haven’t been facetiming you every so often to talk about nothing and everything. Sometimes hes just bored and keeps quiet as he scrolls on his phone. Not like Jungkook haven’t gone back to being playfull and sweet around you, and hasn’t scared one of your friends.

You nod politely when Jungkook walks in, headphones slung around his neck, offering his usual grin—easy, sweet, playful. Like nothing happened.

You meet Seo-Jun in the hallway once. He gives a small smile, and you smile back. But he doesn’t stop to talk. Doesn’t walk you to the elevator like he used to. Doesn’t ask if you’ve eaten or wait by your desk with a second coffee just because.

You tell yourself it’s the comeback schedule. Everyone’s busy. You’re lucky if you get more than a few minutes with anyone. Right?

Still… your inbox feels quieter than usual.

“Hey.” A voice tugs you out of your thoughts. You turn and Jimin’s leaning against the wall near the studio entrance, watching you.

You blink. “Hi.”

“You’ve got that face again.”

“What face?”

He crosses his arms and nods thoughtfully. “The ‘Shit, did I turn off my iron off this morning’ face.”

You let out a soft laugh, and that’s all it takes. Jimin steps in, sliding easily into your rhythm like he always does—without pushing. “Don’t say stuff like that. I might actually need to go back home and check”

“I was gonna grab coffee. Want to come?”

You glance at your screen. Nothing urgent. No one waiting. No Seo-Jun anywhere in sight.

You stand. “Sure.”

The walk to the café is easy, breezy conversation—half jokes about the staff, half your quiet comments that make Jimin laugh like you’re funnier than you are.

He holds the door open with a little bow. “After you, Miss Important.”

“Please,” you roll your eyes, “you’re the celebrity.”

“Yeah, but you’re the one we all talk about.”

You snort into your drink. “Right.”

“I’m serious. You keep surprising everyone.”

You glance at him over the lid of your cup. “Why?”

“Because you’re… good. And you stay kind. Even when things are clearly weird.”

You stiffen slightly. “What do you mean?”

“I mean… I saw your face last week. After that night.”

Your grip tightens slightly.

“I didn’t say anything because you looked like you didn’t want anyone to,” he adds gently.

You nod, eyes lowering to your cup. “I didn’t.”

“Okay.” He nudges you with his elbow. “I still wanted to check in.”

You look at him. There’s no expectation in his eyes. Just quiet warmth.

“I’m fine,” you murmur.

“Of course,” he says, like he knows you’re lying but won’t make you say it.

You sit there for a moment longer, then finally crack a smile. “You’re really good at this, you know?”

“At what?”

You shrug. “Being normal.”

He grins. “Well, someone’s gotta balance out Jeon.”

You burst out laughing. “Oh my god.”

“What?” he chuckles. “It’s true. You should see him these days. All bark, no clue.”

You let the silence stretch after that, and Jimin doesn’t rush to fill it. He just sits beside you, letting you breathe.

And for the first time in days, you do.

You don’t expect to see Jimin again that evening. Not after the way the week’s been going—everyone scattered, schedules packed, Seo-Jun ghosting in and out of rooms like an afterthought.

But there he is, waiting outside the elevator when you’re finally heading down to grab something from the vending machine before heading home, hoodie half-zipped, hair still damp from practice.

“Are you stalking me?” you ask, amused.

“Obviously,” he says without missing a beat. “I’m incredibly subtle.”

You raise a brow.

“I was just on my way down too,” he admits, nodding to the elevator. “You don’t own the snack machine, Y/N.”

“Yet.” You point out. 

He grins. “Now that’s the ambition I like to see.”

You both walk side by side under the flickering hallway lights, the building quieter than usual at this hour.

“You’re not sleeping enough,” he says casually, grabbing a juice box from the machine.

“You noticed that from a hallway?”

“No, I noticed that from the fact that you look like someone pressed mute on you.”

You stare at him. Raising an eyebrow.

He shrugs. “I’m just saying, I’ve seen you make five sarcastic comments in under a minute. This new quiet version is weird.”

You grab your drink and sigh. “I’m just tired.”

“From?”

You hesitate. Then as if he managed in the past week to take brick by brick off of you, you say “Everything.”

“Fair.”

He doesn’t pry. Just sits on the bench nearby and gestures for you to join him. You do. A quiet hum of silence stretches between you, but it’s not heavy. It’s… spacious.

You sip your drink and glance over. “Do you ever feel like people expect you to be something even when you’re running on empty?”

“All the time.” He replies not skipping a beat.

“Do you ever fake it?”

He gives a soft laugh. “Every single day.”

You exhale through your nose, and for the first time in a while, it’s not out of frustration. It’s something like relief.

“I think I’ve forgotten how to talk to people,” you admit, quieter now.

“No you haven’t,” he says, resting his head against the wall. “You just don’t want to say the wrong thing. That’s not the same.”

You turn your head toward him squinting in his direction. “How do you always know what to say?”

“I don’t,” he replies, smirking. “I just look like I do.”

You laugh again, and this time, it feels real.

He shifts toward you slightly, and something in the air changes—still light, still safe, but there’s a warmth to it now. A slight tilt.

“You know,” he says thoughtfully, “you really don’t have to be so tough all the time.”

You meet his eyes, a ghost of a smile playing on your expression. “If I’m not, I might break.”

He holds your gaze. “Then break. I’m sure someone will be there to help pick up the pieces.”

You blink, caught off guard by the softness in his voice. You want to say something—anything—but your throat tightens.

So instead, you whisper, “Thanks.”

He bumps his shoulder lightly into yours. “That’s what friends are for.”

There’s a pause. Then he adds, with a shit-eating grin and  eyes sparkling, “Though, just for the record… I look great holding broken pieces.”

You burst out laughing again, loud enough to echo down the hallway. Pushing him with your hands.

And for a moment, it’s enough.

Jimin’s is back on the schedule of always being there.

Not in a clingy, all-consuming way. Just… there. When you walk into the practice floor with coffee. When you’re buried in edits in the conference room. When you’re catching your breath after yet another rushed lunch.

It starts to feel like muscle memory—turning your head and finding him there, eyes crinkling, teasing something out of you without even trying.

“You’re starting to show favoritism,” you tease one afternoon as he hands you a drink without asking. The exact one you’ve been craving.

He shrugs, leaning on the counter beside you. “I’m not showing favoritism. You’re just easier to deal with when you’re caffeinated.”

You roll your eyes but sip gratefully anyway.

He watches you for a second. “Better?”

“Not terrible.”

“High praise.” The corner of his lips twitch up.

You two fall into an easy rhythm, the kind that doesn’t demand anything too intense, but still feels sincere. Jimin flirts—because of course he does—but it’s always with a nudge of humor, a twinkle in his eye, and never too close to a line.

You like that. You need that. Someone who sees the weight on your shoulders but doesn’t force you to unpack it. Someone who meets you where you are, without pushing.

And somehow, he gets that. Every time.

One late afternoon, you’re both hiding out in a corner of the building, away from the chaos. You’re lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling, and he’s sitting beside you, cross-legged, spinning his phone on his palm.

“You know,” he says casually, “I like that you don’t try so hard.”

You glance at him. “Thanks…?”

“No, I mean it.” He lies back too, arms folded behind his head. “People either try to impress us or avoid us. You kind of just exist.”

“I think that’s supposed to be an insult.” You look at him with a look of slight disbelief.

He grins. “It’s not. I like that you’re not fake.”

You stretch your legs out. “Yeah well, faking things takes too much energy.”

He hums in agreement. “You’re funny.”

“You’re soft.”

He gasps. “I am not.”

“You gave me a cookie earlier and said it was because I ‘looked like I needed love.’”

“I was being practical.”

You laugh, eyes fluttering closed for a second.

Safe. That’s what this feels like..

Just… safe.

Later, in the practice room, the rest of the boys filter in slowly. Jungkook’s the last to arrive. Hoodie up, hair slightly damp, headphones hanging from his neck. His usual outfit.

You’re sitting beside Jimin, working on your laptop while he watches something on his phone and casually throws in commentary like you’re both watching it together.

Jungkook doesn’t say anything when he walks in. But you feel it—his eyes on the two of you for a beat too long.

You glance up just in time to see him drop onto the couch across the room, pulling out his phone immediately.

He starts typing. And doesn’t stop.

Hoseok notices first. “What’s up with you, Jungkook? You’ve been texting all day.”

Jungkook glances up, casual. That smug smile on his face “Huh? Just stuff.”

“Stuff?” Taehyung leans over to peek. “Are you in love or something?”

Jungkook laughs but doesn’t deny it. “I’m allowed to text.”

“Yeah,” Namjoon adds, “but you hate texting.”

Jimin looks up at that, interest piqued. His eyes flick from Jungkook to you. You don’t react, just keep working. Jimin leans over and whispers, “Told you he’s sus lately.”

You snort. “He’s probably playing a game.”

Jimin nods dramatically. “A dangerous one.”

Jungkook looks up briefly—only at Jimin—but his gaze shifts just for a second toward you. Then he looks back down and resumes typing.

It’s late.

The lights outside the building cast long golden strips against the windows. Most people have already gone home. Afterall who wants to stay at their workplace on a Friday night? You and Jimin are still in the corner of the break room, the remnants of takeout boxes between you and the hum of the vending machine the only sound for a while.

You didn’t mean to stay this long. But you’re here. And so is he.

Jimin’s leaning on one elbow, swirling the straw of his soda with absent focus. “You’re quiet tonight,” he says without looking at you.

“I’m tired.”

“You say that even when you’re not.”

That makes you glance up. He’s not teasing this time. His voice is soft. Matter-of-fact. Still gentle.

And that’s all it takes.

You lean back in your chair and exhale slowly, as if the breath had been waiting days to be let out.

“It’s weird,” you say after a long pause. “Being here.”

Jimin shifts slightly, listening.

“I like it so much. All of this. The work, the people… even the chaos.” You let out a quiet laugh. “Sometimes I catch myself just… smiling in the elevator. Like an idiot.”

His lips lift, just slightly.

“But I’m not supposed to stay,” you continue, eyes fixed on a smudge on the table. “This was always temporary. My internship ends in a few months, and then I have to go back and finish Uni. Write my thesis. Take the last of my exams. Do all the normal stuff that is paused.”

You finally look at him. “It doesn’t leave room to even think about staying. You know? Even if I wanted to.”

He doesn’t respond right away. Just watches you carefully. Then: “You don’t talk about your life before this much.”

“No one here really asks.”

“I’m asking now.”

You hesitate. Then something in his expression—completely open, unhurried—unravels something you’ve kept stitched tight.

So you start to talk.

About how before Korea, you felt stuck. How you were so excited for the internship even though you were taking the place of your friend, so ready to grow and take a risk. But that not everyone saw it that way.

You talk about Evi. “She was supposed to come. She’s my best friend—still is. But something came up last minute, and she asked me to take the opportunity instead.”

“And your friends?” Jimin asks gently.

You hesitate, then laugh without humor. “They kind of... scattered. Some just drifted. But a lot of it was after my breakup.”

He raises his eyebrows, but doesn’t interrupt. Letting you continue your story on your time. Even if you wanted to stop right there you know he wouldn’t push.

“We were together for years. I thought—” you stop with a scoff, then continue more quietly. “He said he couldn’t do long-distance. That I was choosing this over him.”

Jimin’s voice is low. “That’s not fair.”

“No. But maybe it was just honest.”

You’re surprised you’re even saying any of this. That it’s spilling out like this. You look away, toward the vending machine’s glow. “I just didn’t expect to feel this right here. I thought I’d just... do the job, learn what I could, go home, figure it out with him and have my life back. Maybe get a friend or two back”

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak right away. But when you look at him again, there’s something in his expression that feels like comfort without pity.

“You know what I think?” he says after a moment.

You raise an eyebrow.

“I think you deserve to feel like you belong somewhere. Even if it’s not forever. Even if it hurts when it’s over.”

Your chest tightens.

“You’re not weird for liking it here,” he adds, a little softer. “You’re just human.”

You nod, swallowing hard. “Thank you.”

He bumps your knee under the table. “Anytime.”

And for the first time in a long while, the silence that follows isn’t heavy.

It feels like space.

Like safety.

You wake up later than usual. No alarm. No schedule.

Just stillness.

The kind that creeps in when the world isn’t expecting you anywhere, and for once, you don’t feel guilty about it.

Sunlight pours through your curtains, catching the particles in the air like glitter. You blink slowly, turn your head on the pillow, and reach for your phone—not out of urgency, but habit. Not at all expecting a text that you know deep down would never come.

 But there’s a text from Jimin.

[Jimin 10:17 AM]:  You awake, sleeping beauty?

You smile.

[You 10:18 AM]: Barely.

[Jimin 10:19 AM]:  That’s progress. Want to meet later? We could get coffee. Or ramen. Or cake. Or all three.

[You 10:20 AM]: Tempting. Let me see how I feel after I pretend I’m a functioning adult for an hour.

You drop the phone on your chest and stare at the ceiling, still smiling faintly.

There’s something strange about how good that feels. A message. A check-in. The easy, steady presence of someone who isn’t trying to fix you—just letting you be.

You think about the other night. How you’d told Jimin things you hadn’t even told Evi. How he’d looked at you like you weren’t hard to understand. Like your sadness wasn’t inconvenient. You knew she would never do any of that. But sometimes she had a habit of blowing things a bit out of proportion.

You sit up slowly and start moving around the apartment—put on music, open the windows, wash your face with cold water that shocks your nerves awake. You don’t feel happy, exactly. But you feel okay.

And these days, okay feels like a win.

You tell Jimin you’re in. He sends back a dancing bear sticker and a voice note that makes you laugh because it’s just him humming aggressively off-key to some old ballad he probably heard in a random video online.

You meet at a small café tucked into a quieter side of the city. No crowds. Just the two of you in oversized hoodies, both wearing sunglasses like you’re famous and mildly hungover.

He makes you laugh. Constantly. You talk about nonsense—cereal brands, your irrational fear of jellyfish, his totally rational fear of ghosts. “You always eat so fast,” you say through a mouthful, watching him finish his sandwich in record time.

“I was a growing boy,” he shrugs. “Still am.”

You laugh, flicking a crumb off his jacket. “Sure, Jimin.”

He doesn’t say anything for a second, then nudges your foot with his. “You’ve been less... storm cloud-y this week.”

You pause mid-bite. “Storm cloud-y?”

He grins. “Yeah. You usually walk around like you’ve just remembered an embarrassing moment from 8 years ago.”

“I have.”

“That’s fair.” He laughs leaning back on his chair.

“You  just… you looked lighter today.”

You tilt your head. “Lighter?”

“Yeah. Like something’s changed. In a good way.”

You look down at your coffee. Then back at him. “Maybe it has.”

That night, you get home early. The city’s quieter on weekends in your part of town. You’re brushing your hair out when your phone buzzes again.

[Jimin 7:42 PM]:  I meant it, by the way.

[You 7:43 PM]: Meant what?

[Jimin 7:44 PM]:  That you deserve to feel like you belong. You’re good at what you do. But more than that—you’re a good person.

[Jimin 7:44 PM]:  And I’m glad you’re here.

Your chest squeezes unexpectedly.

You stare at the screen for a long moment, thumbs hovering.

You don’t know what to say.

But you type anyway.

[You 7:47 PM]: I’m glad I’m here too.

You hit send. Then turn your phone over, heart a little louder than before.

You declare it before your feet even touch the floor: today, you will take no more than 100 steps. Maximum. It’s a vow, whispered into the quiet of your bedroom like a sacred promise between you and the corners of your house.

Your limbs feel like noodles—soft, limp, and unwilling to engage with the outside world. You stretch, yawn, and flop back onto the mattress, tugging the blanket up to your chin like a barrier against anything productive. Sunlight is peeking through the blinds in lazy slants, catching dust motes that dance in the quiet. You blink slowly. There's no rush.

No alarms. No texts. No notifications. Bliss.

You reach for your phone out of habit and check. Maybe Jimin sent something that will have you going against your promisse in the next 15 minutes.

But…nothing from Jimin.

Odd.

Normally, he sends a meme. A dumb selfie. A random message like “Do bees have knees?” or “You think rabbits ever get tired of hopping?”

But today, your screen is quiet.

You tell yourself not to overthink it. Maybe he’s taking a real day off too. God knows he needs one more than you do. You picture him somewhere in his apartment, wrapped in a blanket burrito with his hair all fluffed out, scrolling endlessly through TikTok while sipping something way too sugary.

You smile at the thought.

The first half of the day passes exactly how you planned. You eat something microwavable, shuffle around the apartment with socks so fuzzy they could double as small animals, and stare at your ceiling more than any emotionally stable person probably should.

You do yoga. Not actual yoga, but the kind where you lie flat on the floor and call it “restorative.” You even light a candle and feel proud of yourself for not burning anything down.

By the time 9 PM rolls around, you’re about 78 steps into your 100-step limit. Victory is in sight.

Then your phone rings.

Evi.

You smile and answer immediately. “Hey. Don’t you have a hot social life to be living right now?”

“You know I’m a grandma after 7 PM,” she shoots back, voice crackling with laughter. “Besides, I needed to hear a familiar voice.”

You melt a little. You missed her. You always do.

“I’m honored,” you say, settling deeper into the couch. “But if this call needs any sort of effort, I’m hanging up.”

“Understood. Minimal movement. Maximum gossip.”

What was meant to be a quick check-in turns into a four-hour marathon.

You talk about work. About Seoul. About the café that put pickles in your grilled cheese and how traumatized you still are. Evi tells you about a guy who tried to flirt with her using a PowerPoint presentation on why they’d make a good couple.

You snort so loudly you scare yourself. “Please tell me he included transition effects.”

“He had star wipes,” she says solemnly.

“Oh God.”

It’s easy. It’s comforting. You forget the time.

Until Evi gasps so loudly you think something’s exploded.

“Oh my god, did you see what’s trending?!”

Your brain scrambles. “What? No. I’ve been horizontal all day.”

She’s already typing. “I’m sending it. Check Twitter. Now. Now.”

“Why are you being dramatic?”

“I’m not. This is a cultural event. Look.”

A notification pops up. One link. No caption.

You tap it.

It takes a second to load. Then—

Your stomach flips.

There’s a photo, blurry but unmistakable. It looks like it was taken from a distance, probably by a phone hidden behind a plant or something equally stalkerish. The lighting is dim, but the person in the picture is clear as day.

Jungkook.

Even with his back turned, you’d recognize that frame anywhere. The black cap pulled low. The shoulders. The way his hands are tucked into the pockets of his hoodie.

But that’s not what makes your heart lurch.

It’s the girl beside him.

She’s leaning in, her hand lightly brushing his arm. Her face is half-turned toward him, lips curved in a way that feels too familiar. Too… intimate.

Ji-a.

Your breath catches.

Your throat goes dry.

You don’t realize you’ve gone silent until Evi speaks again, voice cautious.

“You saw it?”

You swallow. “Yeah.”

“Is that—?”

“Jungkook.” You don’t even try to soften it.

There’s a long pause.

Evi doesn’t have to ask why you sound like that. She already knows. You told her about Ji-a in one of your late-night rambles. You said her name the way people say ghost stories—quietly, like saying it too loudly might summon her.

Evi inhales. “It could be nothing.”

You nod even though she can’t see you. “Yeah.”

“He’s not facing the camera. I don’t even know its him”

“It’s him.”

You don’t know how you know. You just do. It’s the way he’s standing. The slope of his shoulders. That slight inward tilt of his head when he’s listening to someone speak. You’ve seen it in real life now. Once. Twice.

Enough times for it to be burned into your brain.

Evi sighs. “I hate that people sneak photos like this.”

“Yeah.”

“And post them like they’re prizes. Like human beings are trophies to be dissected online.”

You nod again, lips pressed tightly together.

You know she’s right.

But still.

Something twists in your stomach. Jealousy? No. You don’t have the right to feel jealous. Hurt, maybe. Disappointed. Or just… embarrassed. You remember the way Jungkook looked at you Friday. Like he saw you. Like he remembered everything.

Like it mattered.

But maybe it didn’t.

Maybe it was just a moment. And this is real.

Your chest tightens.

“This is going to be a shit show. Thank God you are not in PR, bestie” She adds trying to lighten the mood.

You say goodnight soon after. Evi offers to stay on the phone longer, but you politely decline.

When the call ends, silence floods your apartment like rising water.

You stare at the photo again.

You wish you hadn’t.

The comments are worse. Speculations. Ship names. Theories. Some fans defending him, others demanding explanations. And some people—because the internet is the internet—talking about how perfect Ji-a is.

You put your phone face down.

You’re at step 96 now. You know because you count the four steps it takes you to crawl into bed and cocoon yourself in blankets. You stare at the ceiling.

What did you expect?

Jungkook is… Jungkook. He’s allowed to date. Allowed to be seen with whoever he wants.

You just didn’t expect it to sting this much.

MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 5 - CHAPTER 7

[bts-0t-7]

Breaking Bonds | PJM | Chapter 1

Pair: Fae Jimin x Nymph reader 

Summary: Stripped from your own birthright, you suffer at the hands of your people. But after all, you couldn’t blame them. Having enough, you left in the middle of the snowy days but things didn’t go as you planned. Jimin, pulled by an unspeakable force, ventures out into the blizzard to find a body face-first on the ground. Your love and connection is forbidden - looked down upon. But the both of you are willing to try. However, where there are dreams there are prices to pay. How will the both of you push through? Can the both of you do it?

Genre: Strangers to lovers, fantasy au, Jimin is the CROWN PRINCE (I mean-), angst, kidnapping, smut

WC: 2932

The history of the fae and nymphs - elements that used to live together harmoniously. Like the primary and secondary elements of life and magic, the love between faes and nymphs was sacred - so sacred that only royals had the right to arrange a marriage between their children. 

But hundreds of centuries later, amongst the roots of enmity that were fueled by old grudges and misunderstandings, blew out of proportion and affected many citizens. 

The dark history between them that started was marked by blood in the ledger books. The first is The Great Rift. The conflicts between faes and nymphs are often referred to in this phrase as the powerful fae kingdom taking lands that were traditionally inhabited by the nymphs. Territorial dispute ignited much hostility and opposition. This therefore caused the lack of resources. Both mystical beings relied on the same natural elements to thrive from the magical essence in their forests. 

And within these battles of dominance grew something more than just territory but also magical supremacy. Each mystical being possesses its own unique and elemental powers. As the war grew to a larger scale, betrayals were not able to be prevented. A web of alliances and betrayals intermingle with the supernatural races while leading to mutual distrust. 

The history was marred by not one, not two, but five different wars at different times. Both sides inflicted much suffering on the other. The wars led to untold loss with neither willing to yield. The main lasting repercussions come in, especially in the revised laws that were enacted to prevent any form of interaction or alliance between fae and nymph. Love between individuals of two races was seen as a dangerous threat to the stability of their respective societies.

The history was written in blood and the older generation of both races have a hard time letting go of their prejudices. 

And here lies the snowstorm. 

In the middle of the forest, where the snow blasts down like little chilling knives slicing through your skin and a good three feet of snow -

Your kind were the ice nymphs, once the royal family, now stripped of your title and an outcast amongst your kind. Where the fae folk thrived, you ventured - away from the place you once called home, now a barren room barely the size of a storage room. The scars of the Cold War between the nymphs still lingered, leaving the kingdom in the easy grip of the Lyrin fae.

You kind - the ice nymphs - were rare to come about, each one of your veins flows with the power of winter. In the lores, your kind was told to have a beauty that was like a fragile kind of enchantment, with hair as pale as frost, and skin as delicate as the first snowfall. 

There were only a few times that you have looked in the mirror - countable with five fingers. After your family was stripped of their title, with you accordingly, life was never the same. Your people, with no place to go, lost trust and justice in you. 

Desperation drove her journey as she yearned to escape the dark shadow of your people’s fall that hung over her head like a knife over the bed. Even with the ice in your veins, that winter night, when the biting frost finally embraced you and hunger gnawed at your core, your strength failed. You had pushed yourself as far as you could but as the sun dipped below the horizon, your body could no longer hold you up, giving in to your exhaustion and malnutrition. 

Lying beneath the icy canopy, you were a fragile, half-dead being that is an easy hunt for food for predators living around the area. Your eyes swerved back, trying to calculate how far you might have to go back for shelter. But you didn’t know. 

You had walked without a direction, lost in the depths of the Lyrin forest. Frostbites numbed your limbs and your brain was moving slower from the exhuation. But there it was, amidst the unforgiving cold and darkness, you sensed a presence stirring. 

Your hazed hearing registered the crunch of footsteps in the snow as your blurry vision sent your brain to somebody standing next to you. Your eyes roll around until you have a clearer picture of who it is. A man with dark hair, brown eyes, and plush lips, dressed in regal attire with a crest of the fae kingdom. Lyrin was one of the biggest fae kingdoms and everybody knows their crests. After all, it was them who led the battles many years ago. It was them that inflicted the harm and loss on your people. It was them that had killed the ruling family back then. 

Your family. 

But he wasn’t the one who took the action. No, he was almost as old as you were and then, the both of you were barely kids. 

Prince Jimin, they called him. 

The golden sunlight. 

The crown of Lyrin weighed heavily on his shoulders. He knew the crowning ceremony would be soon, and this winter, he wanted to let go and be just a man until he could no longer. Once he takes over the throne from his father, his duty to serve his country is solely on his shoulders. There was much to do and many things he would like to change, but even as king, these little ideas - as his father likes to call them - had to go through the council. 

And Jimin knows that the old hags would never approve of it. 

It went beyond the revised edition of the old laws. 

To reconcile with the nymphs. 

Jiminhad ventured into the forest today, going around with no direction, guided purely by an inexplicable force. The kingdom, although a realm of enchantment, was deeply tainted by the darkness of its past. If all was silent enough, one could still hear the shrieks and cries of the souls. The darkness had bred a strong sense of hatred and fear between faes and nymphs. Their mating was now an old tale of forbidden love - a story buried deep in history. 

As he ventured further into the woods, he stumbled upon the nymph, your frail form half-buried in the snow. Your beauty, even in your weak state, took the breath right out of his lungs. He recognized you as a nymph with your small frame and pale, white hair. But it wasn’t completely white. It shone like the silvers of the moonlight when light reflected off it. 

But it was when he moved to pick you up that he saw your family’s sigil, now faded from royal to common, that told him - you were no ordinary nymph. As his arms went under the ice, you stirred slightly at the movement. As you opened her eyes, he was completely taken aback by the sheer blue shade of your pupils. 

Even with one foot into the Underworld, you looked ethereal to him. Jimin was snapped out of his daze when your frostbitten lips whispered a plea for help. In that moment, all history and hatred were forgotten. With fae swiftness, he scooped your fragile state - lighter than air - into his arms and covered you with his coat. 

Determined to save her, he summoned a warm breeze that melted the frost from your body and sealed you in a cocoon of warmth. Jimin only dared to start running faster to his horse when colour slowly came back to your lips. Ensuring that you were safely tucked in his arms, Jimin ran back to the castle, fighting against death who wanted to take the girl in his arms. 

As days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months. The little nymph’s life continued to hang in the balance and Jimin was a mess. He made every doctor attend to you, pacing around the bedroom day and night. He had caused an uproar in the kingdom when they found out that their crown prince had brought back a nymph - even more than this one that was from the late royal family - and was nursing her back to health. 

His father had threatened to strip him of his title if he did not abandon you. But he could not do it. So it started the feud between father and son, neither backing down. Jimin understood that his late grandfather and his father had a feud among the nymphs, had been the ones who executed them and had been the ones to fight at the front lines. They were the ones who brought Lyrin to what it is today - expanded. But as Jimin studied the history of both parties, he felt a certain connection to the nymphs. 

He did not want to be a ruler where their mystical counterparts would be afraid of them. He did not want to be a ruler like his father - ruling by fear from an iron fist. 

While doctors attended to you, Jimin watched them with sharp eyes, ensuring that none of the doctors would slip anything into your bloodstream. When nothing helped and your state was only getting worse, Jimin grew more and more anxious. He had sifted through books and hunted down the Old Scripts.

He learned that your name was L/N Y/N, the youngest of the last ruling family. Your father had been killed in the war, your mother led you and your siblings to safety but soon after passed due to the broken mate bond. Your siblings were either caught by his father’s cavalry or died of starvation, leaving only you. Your records were still in the kingdom, seemingly down till two days before he met you. That means that you were active in your own kingdom, at your people’s mercy until you left.

He looked back at where you lay still on the bed. 

And if he didn’t find you, you would have probably been dead by now. 

You woke up to the warmth and luxury of a place you had only dreamed of. Your body was still weak and you didn’t know what happened after passing out. Slowly rising to consciousness, you found yourself in a room of blue and white, drapes swinging in the wind. But you registered that the windows weren’t open and the room was cold like… ice?

Winter may be the season but no room was made to stay cold unless the elements of the magicians’ are meant to stay cold. 

Like you.

You curled your fingertips, feeling the soft, silky sheets beneath them. Trying to view the room from your current position - lying flat on the bed with a head that feels as heavy as bricks - you were taken aback by the sheer language it screams. 

Royalty. 

From the materials beneath your body to the furniture displayed, the decorations and architecture of the room, they were all beyond your imagination. You had not stepped into such a room since the battle. As you looked around, you realised the room was not originally made to stay cold. The fireplace seemed to be covered in a layer of dust but the decorations on them were clean. 

And although you knew that this was not your room, the calming temperature felt just like home. But you had not been in a room like this for a very long time. Distantly, you heard the opening and closing of a door. Your eyes immediately shot in the direction of the sound just to find a man already standing beside the bed. 

You were immediately broken out of your thoughts when you realised who it was and where exactly you were. You did not need to open the windows to know - you were on enemy territory. The rulers who killed your family. The rulers who brought demise onto your people. 

But looking at the man, clad in a loose tunic and pants, dark brown hair ruffled in all directions, you couldn’t find yourself to hate him. Even as you knew that he shared the purest blood with the murderer, you knew that he… was just like you. 

A family’s misdoings do not mean a child’s downfall. 

One’s choice does not equal the choice of another. 

You sink deeper into the sheets, holding in your sigh as you close your eyes. 

“Oh!” Your eyes shot open to see the man right in front of you. “Oh, you’re awake! Oh, finally! Wait - wait - let me call the physicians!”

Your brain couldn’t register his words fast enough before you saw his body move so fast it was just a blurry shade running down the stairs. Or maybe it was just your vision that was a little crusty. Rubbing your eyes as you yawned, you got up from the bed. You wouldn’t like to overstay your stay, especially not in a place where your head was on a bounty. 

You had left your kingdom only to be stuck in another. 

Sighing, you looked down to your feet -

Your arms shot to cover your already clothed body. Wait, wait, wait - 

Your hands patted yourself down. You - 

You were changed. 

Your plan to secretly escape was a fail the moment your ears picked up the sound of multiple heavy footsteps coming towards the room. The large doors were banged open, revealing a line of physicians behind the prince. 

“There! There! I told you, she is awake!”

Squinting at the all-to-cheerful sound that the prince makes, the palm of your hands pressed against your ears. 

“Careful, Prince. The Lady just woke up, her senses will be sensitive. You must lower your volume, Prince.”

Sheepish eyes shot at you, a guilty smile lifting the corners of his lips. The physicians fussed you back to bed and ran a thorough check of you, reporting back to the prince whenever they found something. Whether it was something healing or something that needs healing. Over the next few weeks, you realise how persistent and petty the prince can get. 

He would refuse you bites of food if you were to call him by his royal title. He would refuse to help you up from bed, just standing at the corner of the bedpost when you need the restroom, always claiming, “If you aren’t going to help yourself, you don’t get to do your business.”

But you also realise how much he has gone through. As the only child, he was meant to take the throne a couple of weeks before he found you. But he had caused a huge uprising and a big fight with his father. When you were sneaking out one of the nights, Jimin found you during his nightly duties of patrol and whisked you back to the room. 

Although you had left with the intention of Jimin’s life getting back to normal, he has increased your security so that you won’t have much of a chance to run away again. 

Keyword: much. 

You still had your chances and when that came, you took it. You had everything packed and ready, but this time, you left with a note at the bedside table, paired together with a magic-infused healing charm for the man. 

Safe to say, it was a bad idea. 

You knew it was the moment you penned down your goodbyes and gave him the charm. But you didn’t have much on you to give him for thanks other than the occasional swirls of magic in his office. 

Yes, it was a horrible idea - of course it was! You were caught - again. 

This time, Jimin didn’t just leave you back in the room. He was silent the whole time after he found you. The ride back, up the stairs, and even after the both of you entered the room. You saw the note on the bed. 

Jimin’s back was to you. 

“Why - Why would you think that?”

You were taken aback by the tears that streamed down his plum cheeks that you had teasingly squished the past few weeks. Looking down at the note, you felt a pang of… sorrow.

A sorrow that wasn’t yours. It shouldn’t be. “Because it is against the laws.”

“I do not care what the laws claim!”

“I am nobody, Prince. You have a duty to serve your kingdom and its people. I am a princess, stripped of my title, belonging to the very kingdom your father and his father killed through. The very princess that they couldn’t care less before killing off my father on the battlefield.” He couldn’t be yours. He was a prince, deserving of one better than a bond that was looked down upon. 

“My ancestors can go suck their dicks.”

You pulled a face at the crude language. You knew that he would be insisting - you found out that much about him - and you prepared yourself for a situation like this. But your resolve was already crumbling. 

“Prince -”

“Stop, stop! I am yours! Please - I beg of you - stop calling me by my title.”

You sucked in a deep breath. “You are more than your titles. But you are also the light of your people. The only heir to the throne and you will not shove it away just because we are bonded. I refuse.”

“I will lay the world down on your feet for you, please. Do not leave me.” His cries hurt you more than knives and ropes splitting your skin raw. 

“My world is not one you can provide.”

My world is you. 

But you wouldn’t dare say that as you turned your back to him and walked out of the castle, following your original plan in mind.

[thedeluluverse]

To the anon that requested this, I hope you like it and I'm sorry it's taken me this long to get to it <333

Summary:  Your husband Jimin has always loved kids and wanted them one day but wasn’t sure he would ever get to see himself as a father due to his busy schedule. Now that that dream has come true, he is determined to be the best he can be for your little miracle

Pairing:  husband!jimin x wife!reader

Genre: fluff, established relationship, first time parenthood

Word Count: 1,795

Warnings:  None, just a bunch of fluff : )

A line. Parallel. No wait, two lines. As you look at the pregnancy test you took a mere 5 minutes ago, you can’t believe your eyes. Your whole life is about to change and too many things are hitting you at once. You and your husband of 2 years, Jimin,  were not trying to start a family right now; granted, it isn’t like you were the most careful couple ever (the flashbacks making you blush) but nonetheless. Scaring you out of your frozen state, your phone lights up showing that Jimin is calling you. Oh no! What is he going to think? Children had been discussed in the past and there was definitely a want there but you mutually agreed to wait until his schedule had calmed down a little bit.

Taking a deep breath and trying to steady your voice, you take the call. As soon as he picks up, he is full of energy, “Hello my love, I am about to head home, did you want me to pick up something to eat for dinner? I know we have both been busy so I figured some takeout would heal the soul hahahaha! Oh wait, it is a bit later than usual. Have you already eaten? Sorry, let me be quiet for a second so you can answer!”. You can’t help but grin at how caring he is just towards you and have to keep yourself from drifting off into how great he would be as a father lest you start crying. Sniffling and clearing your throat discreetly, you answer, “Hey hun, yeah takeout is fine, I’ll just take some veggie ramen. Thanks for being so thoughtful!”. There’s a pause, “Jagiya, are you feeling well?”, he asks.

                You freeze up because the truth is, you haven’t been feeling well. Your stomach was already unsettled before which is what prompted you to take the test in the first place and after the results, you feel even more unsteady than before. There’s no way for him to know that though so why the wellness inquiry out of the blue? You decide to try and play it cool and reply, “I’m fine, just not super hungry today love.”, he gives a skeptical okay then says that he is leaving work now and should be home in about 30 minutes with the food.

                A little over a half hour later, your husband walks through the door as you are sat on the couch catching up on your shows as you had the day off today. He comes in and places a kiss on the top of your head before setting down the bag of food on the counter. Walking to the front of the couch, he leans in, kissing your nose, “How was my girl’s day huh?” he asks with a grin. You give a small smile, “It was good but much better now that you are here.” He gives you a peck on the forehead then states, “I’m gonna go take a quick shower, then we can eat. Unless you’re really hungry now then I’ll wait to wash up”. “I’m fine babe, I promise!” you answer; “Swear?” he asks as he sticks out his pinky. You giggle and make a show of acting as though you can’t see him holding up anything which earns you a cocked eyebrow and him hooking your pinky himself before he walks into the master bathroom.

                Not 10 minutes later, and your husband has definitely shifted into home mode; emerging from your shared bedroom in sweatpants, an oversized hoody, and his glasses, still damp hair making him look like a tiny puppy who just got caught in the rain. You start tearing up the moment you see him and he instantly notices, “Honey, are you alright?” You sniffle and stifle the waterworks as best you can while you nod, “yeah I’m fine, you just looked so cozy and tiny and *crying ensues*”.  He rushes to your side and rubs your back, “Woah there, it’s okay pretty, in the best way possible, are you about to start your period? It isn’t like you to cry because you find me so cute. It’s super sweet but just wanted to check in”. You start laughing and answer “Good joke, about to start my period HA HA  HA, mister funny man, I love you and your sense of humor! XD” You take a deep breath to calm down and then get up to grab the food, blaming the laughing fit on delusional hunger Y/N.  Jimin just smiles and nods, lowkey worried but figures food is the cure.

                While Jimin is almost done with his 5 course meal, you are barely halfway through your bowl of noodles. You really are hungry but your brain is going a million miles a second thinking about everything yet nothing at once and wondering how soon you should tell him. Should you do it now? Wait until he has had some rest? Wait a month or two so you know all is well? As you are having this debate, you feel his hand gently resting on your knee and have just noticed his head bent down so his eyes can meet yours which have zoned out on the floor beneath you in thought. “y/n, are you sure you are okay? You’ve barely touched your food and something just feels off. You can talk to me you know that.” Pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek, you nod and reply, “ I know I can, just a lot on my mind but I’m fine I promise!” He purses his lips, not completely convinced but drops the subject.

                After about an hour of you both passing out on the couch after dinner, you are awoken by  a gentle hand on your shoulder and your husband standing behind you with tears in his eyes holding the pregnancy test. Once your eyes adjust, they are wide in panic. Is he upset with the results or that he found out by finding it, you meant to throw the bathroom trash anyway but had forgotten in the midst of everything. He sniffles then comes around to sit beside you, both of his hands holding the test now. Too worried to speak, you just lay a hand on his thigh to let him know you are there if he wants to talk.

“Why didn’t you tell me? How long have you known?” he spurts out. Tears form in your eyes with just the biggest mix of emotions. “I only found out a few minutes before your call earlier and have been processing the news myself and trying to figure out when to tell you because I know you are busy and this is just a big surprise and I didn’t want to stress you out and-“ He cuts you off via a finger on your lips, “You wouldn’t have stressed me out jagiya. Yes I’ve had a long day and yes we have been busy lately, but this is a dream come true!”. As he throws his arms around you, your whole body relaxes instantly. The two of you stay up for the next 3 hours talking about everything and just gushing about how excited you are to start a family.

TIME SKIP: 9 MONTHS LATER

                After weeks of preparation, the day is finally here. You are about to give birth to your first child. The nerves are definitely there but you are doing your best to stay calm. Jimin was doing a radio interview about an hour away when you called him that you were in labor and checking into the hospital. He immediately told the host to use whatever material they already had and would be M.I.A. because “his baby is having a baby and I gotta go byyyeeee!!”. He rushes to your side the second he gets to the hospital and doesn’t leave no matter how many times you insist you’ll be fine, glare at him for doing this to you, or putting his hand in a death grip trying to get through the pain.

                About 3 hours later, you give birth to a beautiful baby and once the nurse gets you all settled and you’ve held the baby for a bit, Jimin takes the bundle of joy into his arms for the next 2 hours while you nap just talking and occasionally staring as the situation still feels surreal. As you regain consciousness, you hear him talking to the newborn and fake sleep so he doesn’t stop. What you hear only affirms that you sure picked the right man to start a family with almost 3 years ago.

Now to what you heard, Jimin is telling the child, “You know you are so adorable, aish… you take after your eomma so much you know? She’s as precious as you are and I already can tell she will take the best care of you. Me on the other hand… well, I vow to do everything in my power to protect you, love you, and be there for you as long as I live. I feel honored to be your dad and will make sure I do right by you always. Pinky swear.” At those words, your eyes pop open and see him placing his pinky under the baby’s while he gently kisses the forehead. Tears are forming in your eyes and all you can do is croak out an “I love you” while he smiles back and gets up to lay the baby in the crib.

                Throughout the years, Jimin definitely did right by his promise. Providing for the both of you and eventually for a second child as well in every capacity to the best of his ability. He even went so far as to take a year of paternity leave for each child because he said that “The guys understand and we have enough projects and content coming out for awhile that it’s all set baby. My family comes first. Always will.”

He was better than you ever imagined with children, making your heart flutter and you swear you fall deeper in love with him every day seeing how he interacts with them. He is the perfect balance of stern enough to not be a pushover but not too intense. He genuinely cares about every facet of their lives and helps you to raise them the best y’all can. Over the years, he keeps a log of pinky and height comparisons which helps his self esteem for about 8 years or so. No matter if he is reassuring the kids, planning a surprise for you, or disciplining them, he always finds a way to to work in his signature to let them know that things are alright between them.

The pinky swear <3

[bangfantanfic]

Edited Chapter 1 Repost.

Our Own World: 1

Warnings: 18+ story, minors do not interact.  Type: Romance/Dark romance/Yandere/Non-idol Au Word Count: 2,594.  Edited Post: 24/05/24

You had grown up in one of the tightest knitted families you had ever known. Your mother was affectionate and clingy, and your father a doting father and husband. They had drilled into both your brother and your brains that family comes before all else, no matter what. Your therapist disagreed. Boundaries are important, and you need to set them. Easier said than done. Moving away to attend University had been your first step in putting some distance. Your parents weren’t terrible people, they loved you dearly, and you and anyone with eyes could see it. They were just… a lot. They expected too much of you, wanted too much and when it couldn’t be done their disappointment in you wasn’t as well hidden as they believed it to be. You were often left burnt out, and far too critical of yourself (your therapist’s words, not yours.)  

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Spirits Bright - PJM Oneshot

A Park Family Christmas

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Genre: JiminxReader, IdolAU, Fluff, Christmas

Author’s Note: I thought I'd make a one-shot for the holiday season. No warnings, just good old-fashioned family stuff with you and Jimin. Enjoy the read and Merry Christmas!

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Your four-year-old snuggled up to you, her fleece red and green pajamas adding to her warmth.

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer was playing on the mounted television, right above a fireplace that wasn't aglow. As your daughter told you earlier that evening with a concerned look on her sweet little face, you couldn't light a fire tonight. Otherwise, Santa wouldn't be able to come down the chimney.

Little Mina was drowsy, her body becoming gradually more limp against you. Though she was watching the movie, her tell of falling asleep was showing. She had a self-soothing habit left over from infancy of taking her ear lobe and rubbing it between her fingers, pulling on it gently. You and your husband thought it was still as adorable as it was when she was six months old.

Any other night, you would have taken her up to bed at this point, but you promised her that she’d be able to see her father first. And you knew he’d want to be the one to tuck her in on this Christmas Eve, especially after not being home for a couple weeks. Jimin had been in Paris, doing some promotional engagements. A long stint like this was never easy for your little family, but at least it ensured that he’d be able to spend ample time at home for the holiday and the weeks after.

Lovingly, you rubbed her back, keeping your other hand on your belly. As she focused on the animated characters on the screen, your gaze fell on the three stockings hanging off the mantle. One red, one green, and one white - all embroidered with your names. You considered the spacing between them, and how you would need to adjust their placement next year. Come next Christmas, there would be a fourth stocking. A new little Park was six months along in your womb.

“Mommy?”

Her voice was so tiny and exhausted.

“Yes, baby?”

Mina didn’t turn her head away from the screen, “Will Daddy be home soon?”

She wasn’t looking at you, so you permitted a gushing pout to form on your face. Their bond was so strong that she was fighting sleep for him, and you knew that he was in his car right now, rushing to get home to you both. You could only pray that he obeyed traffic laws on the way to your apartment.

“He’ll be here any minute, don’t you worry,” you told her without a hint of doubt in your tone, “You have to be ready. He’s going to give you the biggest hug in the world.”

“He has to go to bed too, and you Mommy,” she said, “Or Santa won’t come, right?”

You laughed a bit, “That’s right. We all have to be asleep if we want Santa to come and leave presents under the tree. So we will finish the movie with Daddy and then we will all go to bed, okay?”

The sound of Jimin’s key entering the latch in the door couldn’t have come at a better time. When you gasped with excitement, your daughter sat up from your lap. Every paternally-inherited feature on her face was alert and joyful, as if she hadn’t just been falling into slumber.

The two of you had your eyes trained on the door to the right. You were craning your neck backward and caught a glimpse of him as he came through, black suitcase in his hand.

Mina was looking at you with a beam, her lips parted for an instant until she heard her father’s call.

“Where are my beautiful girls?”

She leapt off the couch and took off towards the door, “Daddy!”

As a mother, even though you were happy to see her so overjoyed, one of your chief concerns was making sure she didn’t slip and fall in her socks on the wooden floor, “Careful!”

The little girl barely heard you, far too eager to be in Jimin’s arms.

Then he saw her round the corner into the entry hallway, in her cute Christmas pajamas. A plump, smiling face that looked exactly like his was fast approaching, swelling his heart. Though he was exhausted from a day of travel and a couple weeks of work, Jimin’s expression became one of pure elation.

Mina squealed again once she saw him, “Daddy!”

The sound of her high-pitched voice moved him more than any music could. His precious baby girl, somehow appearing bigger than she was when he departed mere weeks ago.

He set his suitcase down before crouching to meet her, arms opening wide, “Hi, little miss!”

Your heart warmed as you heard him use his go-to nickname for her. You paused the movie and got up to greet your husband. You found the two of them in a snuggle, right in the middle of the hallway. His arms totally enveloped her, bringing her to his chest. He looked as if he'd never dream of letting her go, placing kiss after kiss in her black hair.

You chose to say nothing and let them stay in this moment.

"I missed you Daddy." your daughter said, her voice muffled in his black sweatshirt.

Jimin’s voice was nearly at a whisper, her words and the way she said them nearly breaking him, "I missed you more, princess.”

When he opened his eyes, Jimin saw you standing a short distance away. Grinning, he took hold of the four-year-old's waist and lifted her up as he stood. Mina's arms looped around his neck as she let her chin rest on his shoulder, enjoying her father's familiar scent.

Your husband gave you a sweet, long kiss, "Hi, you. And hi, baby.”

He placed a free hand on your bump. You smiled against his lips, "Welcome home. Have you eaten?"

The look he gave you was one of gratitude. You were the most nurturing wife and mother he could have ever hoped for.

"I ate on the plane, but thank you." he said.

"I don't like it when you go on planes," Mina interjected with a random comment, "But I like it when they bring you home."

You put your hand on her back and gave it a few rubs. Jimin turned his head to kiss her cheek, "Do you want to know what I saw when I was all the way up in the sky, Mina?"

The curious child lifted her head, "What?"

"I looked out the window and I saw Santa's sleigh."

You feigned a surprised response for her sake, while her reaction was completely real and excited.

"Really Daddy?!" she giggled.

Jimin tapped her nose once with his index finger, "Really. He's on his way with all the reindeer. Did you and Mommy leave him some milk and cookies?"

She nodded eagerly.

"We sure did," you added, "And we even put out some carrots for the reindeer, didn't we?"

"Yeah!”

Your husband chuckled and the three of you started towards the living room, “Well that’s very thoughtful of you. I bet all that flying is making them tired. Have you been a good girl while I’ve been gone?”

He glanced at you when he asked that question, directing it more at you than her.

“I’ve been very good.” the child vouched for herself.

You’d reached the couch in the living room. With a smile, you decided to affirm, “I’d say you have. No mean words, no complaining before bed time. And you helped me wipe the counters we folded some towels together.”

“And cook!”

Your husband grinned, glad to learn of her good behavior, “That’s my girl.”

You laughed. There was a story of Mina accidentally spilling a sack of flour all over the place that you’d have to share with him later. It was a harmless accident, one you remembered fondly along with the image of her face coated in a white dusting.

Jimin set her down on the couch and kicked off his shoes, more than ready to relax and spend what was left of Christmas Eve with his family. The living room looked beautiful, all lit up from the twinkle of the tree and the trimmings of red and gold.

When he finally sat down, your daughter climbed right into his lap and cuddled close, seemingly ready to resume the movie, as you told her you would. You scooted closer to them and pulled a warm chenille blanket over all three of you.

Soon, Mina began to play with her ear lobe again, sinking back into her sleepiness. The jubilation and excitement from reuniting with her father was dying down. She experienced what she had stayed awake for, and now her body was depleted of energy. By the time the movie ended, she was almost completely under.

He was looking down at her, lightly pushing some hair out of her face, “You getting sleepy, little miss?”

She shook her head ever so slightly, eyes closed. You knew your daughter’s heart - all she wanted was to stay with him. But she wasn’t even playing with her ear now, indicating that she was about to pass out at any moment.

There was no need to try to coax her to go to bed. You could have taken her then and there, but you wanted to give them both some more time snuggling. All of Mina’s complaints over the last two weeks were echoing in your mind, asking you where her Daddy was and when he’d be home. Now he was here with her, and you couldn’t look forward to separating them.

A few minutes later, she was out.

You smiled at her for a second, before getting up from the couch to straighten up a little bit.

“Baby, take her,” Jimin whispered, “Whatever it is, I got it.”

From behind the couch, you bent forward and kissed his forehead as he tilted it back, “No, enjoy a couple more minutes with her. I’m just tidying up.”

After folding some blankets and wiping down the counters in the kitchen, you turned off all lights that weren’t in the living room. When you returned to the pair in the couch, Jimin hadn’t moved an inch.

With a content sigh, you sat back down with them, but wouldn’t sit all the way back and relax. It was time to get your little girl to her room.

Your husband saw the look you were giving him and chuckled, although careful to keep his voice down, “I know she needs to be put in bed but I don’t want to let her go yet. I just got back.”

You smirked and whispered in reply, “We can tuck her in together.”

“Do we have to?”

You widened your eyes a little so he paid close attention, “Yes, because Santa has to come and put all the presents under the tree.”

He sighed, “I wish Santa could come later though. I missed holding her.”

“I know,” you said, “But you can hold her tomorrow. Plus your wife has been waiting patiently for her turn.”

He chuckled warmly, “Well I couldn’t possibly disappoint my Mrs., so let’s go.”

As he rose from the couch, he used his core strength to ensure Mina didn’t jostle. He held in one arm, keeping one hand free for you. Fingers intertwined with yours, you both headed into her bedroom. Her big girl bed was waiting for her, with flannel sheets in her favorite color, purple.

Jimin took the utmost care when laying her down. His technique had been perfected when she was a tiny thing, in those days where she had to be put in her crib with such stealth - otherwise she’d wake up and resume crying.

Once she was comfortably on the bed, she turned on her side naturally. You pulled up her covers, tucking them around her without pulling your eyes from her angelic face.

Then you leaned further down to kiss her cheek, “Goodnight, sweet girl. I love you.”

Your husband did the same, “Sleep tight, little miss. Daddy loves you too.”

Mindful of the softness of your steps, the two of you exited the darkened room and closed her door quietly.

Now, to play the important role of Santa Claus.

You kept your voice quiet, “Presents are in our closet, behind your suit rack.”

Jimin held in a laugh. He’d grown to love doing this over the past couple years, where the girl had come to understand the concept of Santa and look forward to it. Her enthusiasm had renewed his own love for Christmas, as there was no greater joy than seeing the look on her face in the morning.

It was fun for both of you to sneak around with the gifts, tiptoeing from your bedroom to the living room. Together, you knelt at the base of the glowing tree and placed the wrapped boxes and bags underneath. As a parent, you cared about the positioning of the gifts, wanting the scene the following morning to be nothing short of magical for your child.

As you moved things around, Jimin went over to the fireplace to stuff some smaller things in Mina’s stocking.

The whole process only took a few minutes. When the stage was all set for a delightful holiday morning, Jimin helped you stand up.

“One more thing we have to do,” he grinned, “Hungry?”

You raised your brows with a sly smile, “I do have a sweet tooth these days.”

The two of you were soon munching on the cookies and carrots on the couch. You rested your head on his shoulder, finally feeling relaxed.

“Thank you.” he muttered as he exhaled, putting his arm around you.

With a mouth full of cookie, you furrowed your brows, “For what?”

Jimin’s plump lips pressed into your temple, “For all you do as a wife and mother, making sure our family has a good Christmas in spite of my work schedule. You’ve basically been putting on the holiday all by yourself until now. Can’t be easy with our four-year-old ball of energy and another in your belly. I don’t know how you do it.”

You smiled softly, “I’ve been fine, I promise. She really was well-behaved. If anything, this one has given me more trouble, making me pee nonstop, always wiggling around.”

As if on cue, the baby kicked your side. You put your hand on your belly, “Like right now.”

Jimin’s palm dashed to the same spot of your abdomen, eager to feel the movements. What felt like a jab to you translated as a tap against his hand, spreading his smile wider.

“Hello, little man,” he chuckled, “Daddy missed you. Have you been making trouble for your Mommy? Hm?”

“He’s been dancing, I think,” you remarked as you bit into a carrot, “Way more active than Mina ever was, which is funny considering how rambunctious she is now.”

“Then maybe he will mellow out once he joins us out here. Be the opposite of her.” you husband pushed a tuft of dark hair out of his face.

You laughed lightly, “Not a chance. His big sister is going to teach him her ways. We will have our work cut out for us.”

“She’s been getting more excited to meet him,” he concurred, “I think it was hard for her to understand at first, but now that you’re showing and she can feel him move, it’s more real to her.”

You hummed in agreement, “She told me last week that she wants to name him Frosty.”

Jimin threw his head back in laughter, covering his mouth so he wouldn’t spit out the contents. You put your finger to your lips and shushed him, reminding him that there was a sleeping child.

“Sorry, sorry,” he whispered, “That’s just so adorable. She’s really gotten into the Christmas spirit, huh?”

You nodded, “Big time, and I love it. She’s entering those peak years where it’s all so wondrous.”

His smiled faded ever so slightly, “I know. I will make sure I don’t miss as much holiday time in the years ahead. I want to be there for the cookie baking, hot chocolate, movies, everything. Not to mention, we will have two next year.”

He rubbed your belly, both of you imagining your lives at this time the following year. Mina would be five, and this baby boy would be a few months shy of a year old.

The expression on his face became more serious as his deep brown eyes found yours, “There’s no way I’m leaving you for that long to manage both of them. I’m so-”

“Don’t,” you put your hand on his cheek, your face kind and soft, “Don’t say you’re sorry, Jimin. You were gone for just two weeks. That’s the longest you’ve been away in a while, and you didn’t miss the actual holiday.”

“I know,” he said, smiling somewhat sadly, “And I remember us talking about this stuff before we started trying for Mina. We knew things like this would happen.”

“Exactly,” you grinned softly before giving him a kiss on his cheek, “We are making the very most of our circumstances. Your career offers our family so many blessings that other families don’t have, but it does come with some downsides. This is a downside and we’re handling it the best we can. At the end of it all, I still say we are extremely fortunate.”

“We are,” he sighed, “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful. It just gets harder and harder to leave you both, especially in your condition.”

It was tough to see him full of regret. You wanted him to feel like the amazing husband and father that he was.

“Then we can try to adjust your schedule going forward. But this is Christmas, Jimin. It’s about family, and we are together now. That’s all we need to think about.”

He was silent for a moment, but your words seemed to subdue any negative feelings entrenched within him. He kissed you more deeply than he could have in front of Mina.

“How did I manage to find myself the perfect bride?”

You giggled lightly, “Luck of the draw, I suppose. I love you.”

“I love you more, baby.”

You cuddled on the couch for a while longer, before the weight of the day came crashing down on both of you. He was exhausted from traveling, and you were wiped from another hectic day of motherhood.

Jimin made sure that the empty cookie plate and glass were set back by the fireplace. You switched off the tree lights and the lamps in the living room, and then you headed into your bedroom together.

You were using a pregnancy pillow for hip and back support, and to keep you from turning in your sleep. Jimin spooned you, the scent of your hair products acting as a soothing tonic for him. Slowly and absentmindedly, he rubbed circles on your bump.

“And to all a good night.” he mumbled.

Nearly asleep, you chuckled, “Goodnight, Jiminie.”

You awoke to your alarm at six. You knew Mina would wake up earlier than normal due to her excitement, so you wanted to be ready.

To your surprise, your husband was already out of bed. Typically after getting home from a longer trip, he slept in up to the point where you’d have your daughter come and wake him up, sitting on his torso and laughing at his light snoring.

After brushing your teeth, you padded out of your room and into the hallway, where you could pick up on the faint sound of the coffee maker brewing. Walking to the kitchen, you passed through the living room, where the tree was already lit up and a fire was cracking in the fireplace.

You paused to take in the perfectly merry scene. It looked like the quintessential Christmas morning.

You heard his hoarse morning voice behind you, “Merry Christmas, baby.”

When you turned around, you doing your husband holding two mugs of coffee. You trusted that he’d made yours decaf.

Jimin came up to you and gave you a quick kiss, handing you one of the mugs, “For you.”

“Merry Christmas,” you pecked his lips again, “And thank you.”

The two of you sat on the couch together to catch a moment of peace before the festivities began. Just as the night before, you laid your head on his shoulder.

“How did you sleep?” he asked you, “I remember before I left that it was getting tricky.”

You hummed, “Pretty good, actually. I think your son was sleeping. Not many kicks. I did have a little bit of heartburn, but miraculously I didn’t get up to pee.”

Jimin couldn’t help but chuckle, not because it was funny, but because he was totally in awe of you. He set his mug down on the side table next to the couch before leaning to press his lips on your belly.

“What a nice present you gave Mommy, little man. A night of decent sleep.”

You giggled, placing your hand in his black hair, “It’s a Christmas Miracle. And speaking of presents…”

You took another sip of your decade before hoisting yourself off the cushion, putting your mug on the coffee table. You took a few steps over to the tree and retrieved the gift you got for your husband. It was a small box, wrapped in a classic green paper with a red and white bow.

You hadn’t noticed, but your man already had your gift next to him. It must have been there before you ever sat down. You returned to his hide and handed it to him, “You first.”

Jimin sat up a little more, keeping the box in his lap as he pulled off the bow and tore away the paper. By the brand name on the box, he instantly knew what item it was, but could have never anticipated the detailing of the gift within.

He was beaming as he took the platinum watch, with a deep blue dial. Right away, he caught something unique about it. There were four different gemstones along the bezel, giving it a pop of color.

“Our family’s birthstones,” you explained, “Here’s mine, there’s the opal for you, the peridot for Mina, and the aquamarine for our boy. I just thought when you travel, you might like to wear something that keeps us all together.”

Unexpectedly, he became choked up, rubbing his fingers on his bottom lip. He loved the thought behind it, of taking his family with him wherever he went.

He cast his arm around you and pressed a long kiss on your temple, trying not to cry, “Thank you, baby. This means the world to me.”

You scooted closer to him, linking your arms together, “You mean the world to us, no matter where you are. We are always united as a family.”

Jimin chuckled, lightening his own mood, “Just wait until I show the guys. They will be dropping hints to their wives to get them the same thing.”

You giggled too.

Then he placed it back in the box with care before setting it on the coffee table. He reached to the side table to grab the gift he’d gotten for you. It was a flat, rectangular shape, wrapped in red and white.

When he handed it to you, it became apparent that this was a folder of some kind. You unwrapped it gently, not wanting to tear whatever was hiding beneath.

It was a yellow business envelope with gold prongs sealing it at the top. You pinched the prongs together, freeing the flap to be lifted. Your face expressed your confusion thoroughly, but your husband knew you were going to love this.

You pulled out a packet of papers that were stapled together. Honestly, it looked like a headache to have to read, but that wasn’t the part you needed to focus on.

Then you read the top line, which told you what kind of document this was.

“A land title?” you asked.

Jimin nodded, pursing his lips together in anticipation for you to finally know, “Yes, a land title.”

You laughed, though you were terribly perplexed, “Why do we need a plot of land?”

“Because I’m going to build you a house.”

Your hands and the papers dropped into your lap as you looked at him with astonishment. Speechless, your mouth was slightly agape. It was as if you short-circuited.

You looked back and forth between him and the title papers a couple times, unable to get a word out. Jimin was quite satisfied with your reaction.

“W-What?” you finally got out, a smile growing on your face.

He chuckled at how cute you looked, “I know we’ve enjoyed our time here in this apartment, but it’s time we had a place that’s truly our own. I want you to have the home of your dreams, where our kids can have a yard to play in and multiple floors to run around and wreak havoc.”

Then he put his hand on your bump, “Plus, the Parks are growing in number. And I know he isn’t our last one. Best to have enough space for them all, right?”

You were grinning ear to ear as you practically pounced on him. The title papers fell off the couch as you kissed his face repeatedly, “This is amazing, Jiminie! Thank you so much!”

His laughter rang out, “You’re welcome.”

When you pulled away, he could see the tears of joy brimming in your eyes.

“I-I can’t believe it,” you beamed, “Our very own home!”

“You deserve it, baby. You and our children. Plus, I thought with more space, I’d be able to put in a home studio or something. Do more work at home. I think it’s exactly what we need.”

The two of you ended up snuggling on the couch for a while, daydreaming out loud about all the possibilities. You laid on your back and your husband on his side, propping his head up with his elbow. He was perfectly content just listening to you think of ideas for your new home. Throughout, he kept his hand on your belly so he could feel his son’s hiccups, focusing on your smile as you talked about how you’d design the master bedroom.

Life was pure in this moment, only to be improved by the sound of Mina’s door opening.

You had told her not to come out until you came to get her, but it appeared your effort was futile. She was just enthused, and you weren’t about to make a fuss over it. You quickly sat up, as did Jimin.

“Let me bring her in,” he grinned, “You stay.”

You nodded, watching him get up to go meet your little girl in the hallway, before she marched herself into the living room. You got out your phone to record the two of them when they came back in.

Mina was slowly making her way towards the living room, as if she was trying to do it without getting caught. She knew that she was technically disobeying her mother’s instructions. When Jimin saw her, she froze.

He laughed, “Are you sneaking out of your room, little miss?”

She nodded.

He went to swoop her up in an instant, erasing any fear of retribution from her mind. She belted out a sweet giggle, receiving two kisses on her cheek.

“I snuck out early this morning too,” he smiled, “And I think you will love what you find in the living room.”

Her eyes were wide and thrilled, “Did Santa come, Daddy?”

“Why don’t we go find out together, hm?”

He set her down and held her tiny hand, leading her into the living room. You got it all on video, but watched her reaction directly, rather than through your phone screen.

Her short legs sprung up and down a few times, her face bright with unbridled joy. Jimin was looking down at her, treasuring every bit of it.

She pointed to the gathering of presents under the tree, “Mommy look! Santa came!”

You matched her level of excitement, “I see, baby! Did he eat the cookies?”

She bounded away from her father to verify what you’d said. She bent down in her pajamas to inspect the plate before jumping back up, “He did eat the cookies!”

You and your husband laughed as she ran into your arms, too giddy to contain herself. You hugged her tightly, “Merry Christmas, my love.”

As you held her, Jimin went and took a seat next to the tree. Wanting his wife to remain comfy on the couch, he assumed the role of gift-passer, ready to begin a beautiful family experience. Embracing your daughter, you opened your eyes to find him looking at you. His smile was gentle and subconscious, containing all the adoration in the world. You mirrored this same expression, knowing that your future was as bright as your spirits that morning.

Then he clapped his hands once, calling Mina over, "Alright, little miss. Let's see what Santa brought."

[mnijoy]

Friendly Fire | 02

genre: jungkookxreader, jiminxreader, college!au, best friend!au

summary: You and Jungkook had been friends for quite some time, and it seemed like everyone around you could sense the spark between you. They noticed the playful banter and affectionate gazes he directed your way. However, you were completely oblivious to it all, thinking that your relationship with Jungkook was purely platonic. Little did you know, things were about to get complicated. Enter Jimin, who developed a crush on you. This unexpected turn of events stirred up some jealousy in Jungkook. What will happen next?

word count: 6518

warnings: lots of jealousy, jk is oblivious to his feelings but very flirtatious, can’t keep his hands to himself, exams😖, oc has a fear of failing, strict parents

authors notes: okay this took me foreverrrrr and i really need to start writing the other fics but im just so excited for this one.. hope y’all enjoyyyyyy. this was unedited and kind of rushed so ignore any errors, i hate skl so much its taking up most of my time sorry guys

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Jungkook drummed his fingers against the steering wheel as he watched you disappear into your apartment. He let out a long sigh, shifting in his seat. Something about the whole night had left him feeling off. It wasn't that he liked you—he didn't. You were just Y/N, his friend. But still, the thought of you getting all flustered around Jimin, of Jimin flirting with you, had irritated him more than he'd expected.

He turned the key in the ignition, the quiet hum of the engine filling the car as he pulled away from your building and headed toward his place. His mind kept drifting back to the way Jimin had teased him, how he'd made it seem like Jungkook had some claim over you. That wasn't it. He didn't care if you dated someone, it wasn't his business. But someone like Jimin? One of his closest friends? That was a different story.

Jungkook wasn't protective over you in the romantic sense, but there was a boundary there, unspoken but important. He didn't want his friends getting involved with you. It wasn't jealousy—it was more like... discomfort. He would never get involved with any of your friends. He knew Jimin could be flirty, and the last thing Jungkook wanted was for things to get messy between you and his circle.

As he drove through the quiet streets, the city lights flickering past, he tried to shake off the feeling. You'd probably think he was being ridiculous if you knew how much he'd overthought the whole thing. But you were his friend—he just wanted to make sure you weren't getting mixed up in something that would hurt you later.

By the time he pulled up in front of his apartment, the tension in his chest had eased slightly. He parked, leaned back in his seat for a moment, and stared out at the dimly lit street. His phone buzzed in the center console, and he picked it up, glancing at the screen.

Jimin.

Jungkook rolled his eyes but smirked a little, knowing exactly what the call was going to be about. He hit answer and put the phone on speaker as he stepped out of the car.

"Hey, man," Jimin's voice came through, casual but with that familiar teasing edge. "Did you drop off our girl safely?"

Jungkook kicked the door shut and walked toward his building, shaking his head. "She's not our girl. And yeah, I did."

There was a pause, then a laugh from Jimin's side. "Come on, don't tell me you're still pissed about earlier. I was just messing around."

Jungkook sighed as he unlocked his apartment door and stepped inside, flicking on the lights. "I'm not pissed. Just—" He hesitated, running a hand through his hair. "I don't want you messing with her."

"Messing with her?" Jimin repeated, sounding amused. "Dude, I wasn't even serious. Y/N's cool, but I know you're protective of her."

"I'm not protective," Jungkook said quickly, dropping his keys onto the kitchen counter. "It's just... she's my friend. I don't want her getting involved with any of you guys and then having things go south."

Jimin chuckled, clearly not taking it as seriously as Jungkook. "Man, you're making it sound like I'm planning to date her or something. I was just having a little fun."

Jungkook frowned, leaning against the counter. "Yeah, well, I don't want her to get the wrong idea. She doesn't know you like I do. You flirt with everyone, and she might take it seriously."

There was a beat of silence before Jimin responded, his tone a bit more thoughtful now. "So what, you're saying she's off-limits?"

Jungkook let out a frustrated breath, trying to find the right words. "I'm not saying she's off-limits, I'm just saying... she's not like other girls you flirt with. She's—she's Y/N, okay? She's not into that kind of stuff."

"You sound like you're her big brother or something," Jimin teased, though his tone was more serious now. "Look, I get it. You're looking out for her. But, Jungkook, if you don't have feelings for her, why do you care so much if she ends up liking one of us?"

Jungkook froze for a second, caught off guard by the question. He hadn't really thought about it that way before. It wasn't like he had feelings for you, but the idea of you dating one of his friends—especially Jimin—just didn't sit right with him.

"I don't care if she dates someone," Jungkook said finally, his voice a bit tighter than he intended. "I just don't want her to get hurt."

Jimin was quiet for a moment, then sighed. "Okay, okay, I get it. I'll back off. I didn't realize you were this serious about it."

Jungkook relaxed a little, relieved that Jimin was taking him seriously now. "Thanks, man. I just don't want things to get weird."

"Fair enough," Jimin agreed. "But you might want to figure out why you care so much, 'cause from where I'm sitting, it's looking a little sus."

Jungkook scoffed, rolling his eyes even though Jimin couldn't see him. "There's nothing sus about it. I just don't want things to get complicated."

"Whatever you say, bro," Jimin replied, clearly not convinced but willing to let it go for now. "Anyway, I'll catch you later. Try not to overthink it too much, alright?"

"Yeah, yeah," Jungkook muttered, ending the call and tossing his phone onto the couch.

As he sat down, the conversation played over in his mind. He wasn't overthinking it—he was just being a good friend. Looking out for you. That's all it was.

Jungkook stretched out on his bed, tossing his phone back and forth between his hands, his mind finally starting to quiet down.

His phone buzzed, and he saw your name pop up on the screen. Smiling, he answered, putting it on speaker as he lay back on his pillows.

"Hey," he greeted, his voice casual.

"Hey, Jeon," you replied, sounding a little tired but upbeat. "You home?"

"Yeah, just got back a bit ago. You?"

"Yup, finally in bed," you said with a sigh. "You think Professor Kim is really gonna hit us with that pop quiz tomorrow? I saw him smiling way too much in class today. Suspicious."

Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head. "He's definitely planning something. That guy enjoys watching us struggle."

You groaned dramatically. "Ugh, I'm so not prepared for that. I barely understood anything from last week's lecture."

"Did you even take notes?" Jungkook teased, knowing full well you tended to zone out in class.

"I did! Sort of...," you trailed off, and he could practically see you rolling your eyes. "I'll just copy yours tomorrow. You've got me, right?"

Jungkook laughed softly, the familiar ease of your conversations calming him down. "Yeah, yeah. I've got you. You always say that and then somehow ace the test anyway."

"Not without your help," you mumbled, and Jungkook could hear you settling deeper into your blankets, your voice getting softer.

"Anyways, you're coming to watch me play tomorrow right?" he perks up, trying to lighten the mood.

"There's no way I'd miss it."

He laughs, suddenly feeling giddy at the prospect of you coming to watch him. "Good, if you didn't come I would be sooo mad at you."

You giggle softly at that idea, Jungkook never gets mad, at least not at you. "Yeah, okay Kook." you teased, but your voice was trailing off, your exhaustion suddenly taking over.

Jungkook notices this, a soft smile playing on his face. "Alright, go to sleep. You're gonna need energy for that test tomorrow."

"Ugh, don't remind me," you mumbled, already half asleep. "Night, Jungkook."

"Night," he replied, waiting until he heard the soft click of the call ending before tossing his phone onto the bed beside him.

The next day, you and Jungkook found yourselves sitting in your usual spots near the back of the classroom, waiting for Professor Kim to start class. The room was buzzing with chatter, students exchanging notes and nervously talking about the possibility of a quiz. You were slouched over your notebook, flipping through pages, trying to cram in last-minute review, while Jungkook sat beside you, far too relaxed for your liking.

"You think we're actually getting that quiz?" you whispered, glancing over at him.

Jungkook smirked, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. "Oh, it's not just a quiz," he said, his voice low so only you could hear. "It's a full-on test. I saw him carrying in a stack of papers when I came in."

You groaned, dropping your head dramatically onto your notebook. "I'm so screwed."

Jungkook chuckled, nudging your arm with his elbow. "You should've studied with me."

"Don't even," you muttered, lifting your head just as Professor Kim walked in, shuffling the dreaded stack of test papers in his hands. Your stomach dropped.

"Good morning, class," Professor Kim announced with a suspiciously cheerful tone. "I hope you're all ready for today's test."

You glanced at Jungkook, who gave you a smug look, as if to say I told you so. You shot him a glare in return.

As Professor Kim passed out the tests, Jungkook leaned over slightly. "Just stay calm, Y/N. You'll be fine."

"I'll be calm when this is over," you whispered back, staring at the paper in front of you like it was a death sentence.

The room soon fell silent, except for the occasional shuffling of papers and the soft scratching of pens. You took a deep breath, flipping through the pages of the test, immediately feeling the pressure mount. The first few questions were doable, but by the time you hit the midpoint, it was like the words on the page were written in a foreign language.

You glanced over at Jungkook. He was scribbling away confidently, barely pausing as he moved through the questions with ease. Of course, he looked completely unbothered, like this was just another walk in the park. You could even see the faintest smirk playing on his lips.

Your eyes narrowed, and he must have felt your gaze because he glanced over at you, raising an eyebrow. When he saw the look of panic on your face, his smirk widened, and he gave a subtle shake of his head, clearly amused by your struggle.

You mouthed, "Help me!" exaggerating your expression for effect.

Jungkook chuckled softly, shaking his head again. He leaned slightly closer and whispered under his breath, "Just focus."

You rolled your eyes, going back to your test. But focusing was the last thing you could do. Every time you got stuck on a question, you'd glance over at Jungkook again, and every time, he was still breezing through the test, like he was taking a casual quiz and not a full-blown assessment. It was infuriating.

After a few minutes of watching you squirm, Jungkook finally tilted his paper just slightly, making sure only you could see the edge of it. It wasn't enough to give away the answers, but it was enough to show you the format, which was a tiny bit helpful.

You caught on immediately, shooting him a grateful look. He just winked at you, clearly enjoying the situation way too much.

The rest of the test dragged on painfully, and by the time you reached the last page, your brain felt like mush. Meanwhile, Jungkook had already finished and was lounging back in his chair, stretching lazily as if the test had been no big deal. He shot you another amused glance, raising an eyebrow as if to say, See? Easy.

You were dying to toss something at him.

Finally, Professor Kim called time, and you let out a long breath as you handed in your test. Jungkook was waiting for you at the door, his hands shoved into his pockets, an infuriating grin on his face.

"So," he said casually as you walked out of the classroom together, "how was it?"

You shot him a look. "You're enjoying this way too much."

He chuckled, nudging your shoulder lightly. "Hey, you're the one who didn't study."

"I was going to, but you didn't exactly offer to help," you shot back, still frustrated by how easy it had been for him.

"I told you to stay calm," he said with a playful grin, clearly unfazed by your annoyance.

You groaned again, but even you couldn't stay mad at him for long. It was classic Jungkook—breezing through everything with a smile on his face while you struggled just to keep up. And despite yourself, you couldn't help but laugh a little as the two of you walked down the hallway together.

"Next time, you're helping me study," you declared, glancing up at him.

"Deal," he said, his grin widening. "But only if you promise to take better notes."

You laughed, shaking your head. "I'm starting to think you enjoy watching me suffer."

"Maybe just a little," he teased, his eyes glinting with amusement.

As you and Jungkook made your way down the hall, the usual buzz of campus life surrounded you. Students were rushing between classes, chatting in groups, or buried in their phones, but you were still thinking about the test you'd just barely survived.

Jungkook, of course, was in a good mood, walking beside you with that annoyingly smug look on his face. Just as you were about to tease him about how much he was enjoying your misery, a familiar voice called out.

"Yo, Jungkook! Y/N!" Taehyung appeared, striding toward the two of you, his usual carefree grin plastered on his face. Jimin was right behind him, looking effortlessly cool as always.

"Hey," Jungkook greeted them, stopping in his tracks as they reached you. "What's up?"

Taehyung grinned, leaning against the lockers. "Just heading to class, but I saw you two and figured we'd say hi."

Jimin's eyes landed on you, his gaze lingering for a second longer than usual. He smiled warmly. "Hey, Y/N," he said, his voice smooth. "Heard you had a test, how'd it go?

You sighed dramatically, already feeling the weight of your grade pulling you down. "Oh, it was awful. I know I failed."

Jimin chuckled, stepping a little closer. "Really? I can't imagine you struggling with anything. You probably did better than you think."

You blinked, caught off guard by his words. Jimin was always friendly, but today there was a slight edge to it, something more than the usual casual banter. His eyes flicked to Jungkook briefly before landing back on you.

"I doubt it," you laughed, feeling a little flustered by the compliment. "But thanks for the confidence boost."

Jimin smirked, his eyes still locked on you. "Anytime."

Just then, Taehyung clapped Jungkook on the shoulder. "We're heading to the art building. Where are you guys off to?"

"I'm going to bio," you said, glancing at your phone to check the time. "It's across campus, though."

"I can walk you—" Jungkook starts, your gaze shifting towards him, but he immediately gets interrupted by Jimin's voice.

Jimin perked up, a slight glint of interest in his eyes. "Really? I'm heading that way too. I can walk with you, if you want."

You smiled, appreciating the offer. "Yeah, that'd be nice."

Before you could say anything else, Jungkook, who had been watching the whole exchange, nodded. "Alright, then. You guys go ahead," he said, his tone relaxed. "I'll catch you later, Y/N."

His easygoing attitude surprised you, but you figured he was just in a good mood after breezing through the test. He turned to Taehyung, and the two of them started walking in the opposite direction.

"Bye, Jungkook!" you called, waving after him. He shot you a quick wave without looking back, too busy joking around with Taehyung.

Jimin gave you a nod, gesturing for you to lead the way. "Shall we?"

You began walking at a comfortable pace, a comfortable silence settling down amongst the both of you. Or at least, you didn't mind the silence.

You could feel him glancing towards your face every so often, and when you turned to look, he just smiled innocently, turning his gaze straight ahead.

The silence started to grow awkward, until Jimin cleared his throat, as if preparing to bring up something he'd been thinking about for a while. "So.." he began, "Do you like Jungkook?"

Laughing at the absurdity of that idea, you meet his eyes once more, "What?" you said, your voice still laced with laughter. "No way, Jungkook's just a friend. Why would you ask that?"

Jimin smiled but didn't meet your eyes this time, running a hand through his hair, making him seem both casual but also nervous. "I don't know," he shrugged, he voice growing quieter. "It seems like he has a little crush on you. The way he looks at you, how he's always around you.."

You blinked, the idea catching you completely off guard. "No, me and him are just friends. He's like that with everyone." you replied, shaking your head firmly.

Jimin gave you a knowing smile, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Is he, though?" his tone was playful, but you suddenly grew irritated. You were sick of people assuming that someone had a crush on the other, or you were dating, when it was clearly not the case.

"He's like a brother to me, Jimin."

He chuckled, his gaze finally locking onto yours, his smile widening as he tilted his head. "A brother, huh?" he questions, never taking his eyes off you.

You scoff, rolling your eyes as you pick up the pace, leaving Jimin a little further behind.

He immediately picks up his pace too, catching back up to you. "Hey, relax, I'll drop it." his hand rests on your shoulder as his playful tone from earlier drops, his voice now laced with sincerity. "I was just joking, Y/N. I didn't mean to offend you."

"I know. I'm not offended." you mumble, trying to appear as unbothered as you can, your hands reaching to fumble with the straps of your bag.

"Okay," his hand drops from your shoulder, resting at his side once again. "Besides, even if Jungkook has a crush, it's not like you don't have other options." He finishes, quite obviously referring to himself.

You laughed again, the annoyance fading away ever so slightly. "I'll keep that in mind, Jimin. But for now I'm happy with being just friends."

He smirked, his eyes twinkling with mischief, "Fair enough. But if you ever change your mind, you know where to find me."

Bio dragged on at a painfully slow pace. The steady tick of the clock became your only focus, each second pulling your attention away from the jumble of textbooks and papers spread across your desk. The classroom was unusually quiet today, so every sound created was amplified; the tapping and clicking of pens, the rustling of sheets of papers, the occasional murmur of whispered conversations.

Your leg bounced restlessly beneath the table, anxiety suddenly overcoming you. Not only were you struggling in chemistry, you were struggling in biology too. Your eyes wandered to the people in the class, who got on with their tasks with ease. Even with a textbook open in front of you, you were confused.

You sighed inwardly, frustration settling in. There's no one else to blame but yourself, of course. After all the times you zoned out in class, and never payed attention, how could you even expect to understand the basics? The realisation hit you like a wave, a reminder that when you go home, you'd have no choice but to study.

Eventually, the hour passed after a long time of blankly staring at the ticking clock. You immediately grabbed a hold of your belongings, stuffing them into your bag and throwing it over your shoulder before exiting the room. You let out a sigh, a yawn escaping your body. Right now, all you wanted to do was take a nap. Luckily for you, it was the end of the day, you could finally leave.

You suddenly felt nauseous, a sickening feeling bubbling within your stomach as you remembered how much you struggled in not one but two classes. The image of your parents disappointment haunted you as you stormed into your locker, yanking it open and tossing your books inside with more force than necessary. You slammed it shut, your frustration rising.

As you did so, Jungkook appeared out of nowhere to the right of your locker, his eyes fixated on you with scrunched up brows.

You sighed again, glancing once towards his face and again towards the exit. Your legs dragged you towards the huge doors, but Jungkook was quick to follow behind you.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" he walks up in front of you, gesturing towards his clothing. You noticed his attire from the morning was discarded, and instead replaced with the jersey he wore during his basketball games.

"Fuck, Kook, I completely forgot." you groaned, gripping your temples in frustration.

"Damn, Y/N. I reminded you everyday for the past week." His tone was serious, but you could catch the hint of a joke laced within his voice as he playfully shook his head.

It didn't take him long to notice your unusual state. Jungkook leaned forward, softly grabbing onto your shoulder with one hand while the other reached up to your cheek, gently rubbing his thumb across. "Whats wrong? You okay?" he asks, concern laced across his features.

"Nothing, I'm just tired." you admitted, although it wasn't the whole truth, it was still something.

His eyes look over your face, studying you. His hands now firmly rested on your shoulders. "You're a bad liar, Y/N. What happened? And tell me the truth."

"It's dumb."

"It's about that test, isn't it?"

You blinked in surprise. How did he know? You nodded.

"I'm sure you didn't do that bad," he reassured, squeezing your shoulders gently. "You're smart, Y/N. Cheer up." he playfully patted your cheeks, causing you to stifle a laugh, a smile forming on your face.

"Do you wanna go home?" he asked, his voice softening, a slight frown tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Well yes, but I wanna watch you play more." you say as his hands tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You noticed his expression brighten just a little at your words.

He grinned, moving to the side and ruffling your hair, messing it up again before then slinging an arm over your shoulder. "Come on then, we don't have much time," he says. "I'll win for you, don't worry."

You round the corner and make your way onto the court, where people are already seated and the teams are coming out of their rooms.

"JK, we're on, hurry up!" a voice calls, presumably another one of his members, he lets go of you and tells you to take a seat before running off into the court, but you don't miss how he looks towards you whenever he can, sending a smile your way, as if to make sure you were okay.

The game was intense from the start. The gym echoed with the sounds of sneakers squeaking against polished floors, the thud of the basketball hitting the court, and the excited cheers from the crowd. You sat in the bleachers, your bag shoved under your seat, feeling oddly at ease despite the earlier stress.

You found yourself sitting next to a girl who had been at the game last week, her face vaguely familiar. She wore a jersey that wasn't quite Jungkook's team colors, but she cheered loudly every time the ball changed hands.

"Hey, didn't I see you here last time?" she asked, leaning over slightly to talk. Her voice was warm, friendly, like someone who just knew how to make conversations less awkward.

"Yeah, probably," you said with a small smile, glancing at her. "I try to come to most of Jungkook's games."

"Ah, you're here for JK?" Her eyebrows raised, and there was a playful lilt to her voice. "Friend, girlfriend, or just a fan?"

"Friend," you clarified, though the heat rising to your cheeks betrayed the simplicity of that label.

She laughed, a soft chuckle that wasn't mocking but understanding. "Got it. I'm Soojin, by the way. I come to watch my cousin—he's on the other team, but don't tell anyone." She mimed zipping her lips.

You laughed a little at that. "I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you."

As the game went on, you and Soojin fell into a comfortable rhythm of conversation, punctuated by bursts of cheering and groaning whenever something exciting happened on the court. She was quick-witted and easy to talk to, and for the first time all day, you felt yourself genuinely relaxing.

"Okay, but Jungkook's insane, right?" Soojin said during a timeout, gesturing toward the court where Jungkook was wiping his face with a towel. "The way he just—" she mimicked a crossover dribble and a jump shot, "makes it look so effortless. Honestly, I'd trip over my own feet trying to do half of that."

You laughed, nodding. "Yeah, he's pretty crazy. He's been like that since we met, though. He's good at everything... it's honestly annoying sometimes."

Soojin raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "You guys must be close, huh? That's cute. So, what's it like having Jeon Jungkook as your personal hype man?"

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't stop the small smile from forming. "It's chaotic, to say the least. He's super competitive, even outside of basketball. One time, we had this dumb bet over who could eat more tteokbokki, and—"

"Wait, let me guess," Soojin interrupted, grinning. "He demolished you, didn't he?"

You shook your head, laughing. "Nope. He thought he could out-eat me, but I totally won. He ended up lying on the floor groaning about how he was 'never eating again.'"

Soojin laughed so hard she nearly spilled her drink. "That's amazing. He doesn't seem like the type to lose, especially at something like that."

"Oh, trust me," you said, leaning in conspiratorially. "He's not. He demanded a rematch a week later. Still lost, though."

The two of you dissolved into laughter, the tension of your earlier frustration completely forgotten. You were so caught up in the moment that you almost didn't notice when the crowd suddenly erupted into cheers.

The score was neck-and-neck, and every pass, dribble, and shot was met with thunderous applause or groans of disappointment. You found yourself leaning forward, completely absorbed in the game despite your earlier indifference.

With less than a minute left on the clock, Jungkook's team had the ball. The crowd was on its feet, chanting and clapping as he darted past defenders with effortless precision. You held your breath as he leapt for a three-pointer just as the buzzer sounded.

The ball arced beautifully through the air before sinking through the net with a satisfying swish. The gym erupted into cheers, the sound deafening as Jungkook's teammates swarmed him in celebration. He raised his arms in victory, then turned toward the stands, his eyes locking onto yours. He didn't just smile this time—he winked.

"Oh my god," Soojin said, clutching her chest dramatically. "That was smooth. I'm swooning, and it wasn't even aimed at me. Are you sure you're just friends? Because the way he keeps looking at you..."

You shook your head, laughing but feeling that familiar warmth creep up your neck again. "He's so extra sometimes."

"Extra? Girl, that was a whole movie moment," Soojin countered. "You should be flattered."

At that moment, Jungkook jogged over to the sidelines, drenched in sweat but beaming with pride. He waved at you as he approached, clearly pleased with himself.

"Well? What'd you think?" he asked, leaning on the railing in front of the bleachers.

"You were decent," you said, trying to sound unimpressed.

"Decent?" he repeated, his eyes narrowing in mock offense. "That was a game-winning three-pointer. You should be bowing down right now."

"Don't push your luck, Kook," you teased, though your grin gave you away.

"You did okay," Soojin chimed in, smirking. "But I think Y/N's still more impressed by the tteokbokki story."

Jungkook frowned, his ears turning slightly pink. "You told her about that?"

"Of course," you said, laughing. "It's one of my best Jungkook stories."

He groaned, covering his face with his hands. "Great. Now she thinks I'm a loser."

"Not at all," Soojin said, winking at you. "It's kind of endearing, actually."

Jungkook peeked through his fingers, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at the two of you. "Y/N, let's go before you embarrass me further."

You laughed, grabbing your bag and standing up. "Fine, fine. See you around, Soojin."

"Definitely," she said, giving you a knowing smile. "Oh, and Jungkook?"

"Yeah?" he said, pausing mid-step.

"Good game," she said, grinning. "But maybe work on that tteokbokki endurance."

Jungkook groaned again, dragging you toward the exit as you burst into laughter.

The cool evening air hit your face as you both left the gym, a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the crowded court. Jungkook still looked a little flustered, though he tried to play it cool, brushing a hand through his damp hair.

"I can't believe you told her about the tteokbokki thing," he muttered, shaking his head.

You smirked, bumping his arm lightly. "Oh, come on, it's a great story. Besides, you challenged me. What did you expect? For me to lose gracefully?"

"Gracefully? I expected you to lose, period," he quipped, shooting you a playful glare. "But apparently, you're hiding a black hole for a stomach. It's unfair."

He grumbled, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward in a reluctant smile. "Anyway, who was she? You seemed pretty chummy with her for someone you just met."

"Her name's Soojin. She's here to watch her cousin—apparently, he's on the other team. She's nice, though. Funny, too."

Jungkook shot you a look, his brows furrowing. "Wait, hold on. You were sitting next to someone rooting for the other team? And you didn't fight her?"

You snorted. "What am I supposed to do? Start a bleacher brawl? She wasn't obnoxious or anything. Plus, she said you're good. So, technically, she's on your side."

"She said that?" Jungkook perked up, his chest puffing out a little. "Well, I mean, she's not wrong."

You rolled your eyes. "Don't let it go to your head, Jeon."

The two of you strolled toward the bike racks, where Jungkook had locked up his old, slightly scuffed-up mountain bike. He grabbed his bag, slinging it over his shoulder, then paused, looking at you thoughtfully.

"You sure you're okay?" he asked, his voice gentler now. "You seemed a little off earlier. Was it the test?"

The concern in his eyes made your stomach flip, and you hesitated for a moment before shrugging. "Yeah, the test sucked, and so did bio. I'll survive, though. No big deal."

Jungkook frowned, clearly not buying it. "Y/N, if it's stressing you out, let's do something about it. I'm serious."

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. "What, you're going to tutor me? You don't even know the difference between mitosis and meiosis."

"Hey," he protested, feigning offense. "I could learn! For you, anyway." He tilted his head, studying your face. "But right now, I'm thinking food might help more than biology. You eaten yet?"

Your stomach growled in response, betraying you instantly. Jungkook's grin widened.

"Thought so," he said. "Come on, let's go get something."

"Now? Aren't you supposed to celebrate with your team or something?"

"Celebrate what? Another win? Boring," he said, waving it off. "Besides, I'd rather hang out with you. Let's go."

Before you could argue, he unlocked his bike and gestured for you to hop onto the back. "I'll give you a ride."

"You're kidding," you said, eyeing the bike skeptically.

"Do I look like I'm kidding? Come on, I've done this a million times."

Reluctantly, you climbed onto the back, holding onto his shoulders for balance. "If I fall and break something, I'm suing you."

Jungkook laughed, his voice full of mischief. "Relax. I'm a pro."

Minutes later, you found yourself seated at a small street food stand, the warm glow of hanging lights illuminating the bustling night market. The smell of grilled meat, savory pancakes, and spicy tteokbokki filled the air, making your mouth water.

Jungkook ordered for both of you, insisting he knew the best dishes. When the food arrived, he slid a steaming plate of tteokbokki toward you with a smirk. "Round two?"

You burst out laughing. "You're kidding."

"Dead serious," he said, picking up a piece with his chopsticks and holding it out to you. "Unless you're scared?"

"You wish," you shot back, leaning in to take the bite. The spicy-sweet sauce burst across your taste buds, and you couldn't help the satisfied hum that escaped. "Okay, this is really good."

"Told you," Jungkook said, grabbing a bite for himself. "But don't get too comfortable. I'm winning this time."

The two of you dug in, the conversation flowing as easily as the food disappeared. Jungkook was in his element, cracking jokes and teasing you relentlessly, but there was a warmth beneath his playful banter that made your heart flutter.

At one point, he leaned in closer, his dark eyes catching yours in the soft light. "You know, I like this. Just... hanging out. No stress, no tests. Just us."

You felt your cheeks heat up, but you managed a teasing grin. "Are you getting sentimental on me, Jeon?"

"Maybe," he admitted, his smile turning softer. "What can I say? You bring it out of me."

For a moment, the world around you seemed to fade, the noise of the market dimming as you held his gaze. Then Jungkook broke the spell with a sudden grin. "But I'm still beating you at this tteokbokki challenge. Watch."

"Dream on," you said, laughing as you picked up another piece. The night stretched on, the stress of the day forgotten as you and Jungkook filled it with laughter, teasing, and just a hint of something more.

As the night wore on, the little food stall grew quieter, but your laughter with Jungkook only got louder. He was in rare form, his wit sharp, his expressions dramatic. Every time he popped another piece of tteokbokki into his mouth, he acted like it was some Herculean feat, groaning as though the spice might defeat him.

"You're such a baby," you teased, shaking your head. "It's not that spicy."

"Oh, says the queen of spice tolerance," he shot back, his voice muffled as he reached for his drink. "Not all of us are walking fire-breathing dragons."

"Dragons are cool," you said with a shrug. "Take it as a compliment."

He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand, his dark eyes sparkling with amusement. "You know, Y/N, you've got a weird way of flirting."

Your chopsticks froze mid-air, and you nearly choked on your own saliva. "Flirting?" you sputtered, your voice jumping an octave. "Who said I was flirting?"

"Not me," he said smoothly, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. "But if you were, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world."

You stared at him, trying to gauge if he was being serious or just messing with you. His expression gave nothing away, though the slight tilt of his head and the way his gaze lingered on your face made your heart race.

"Well, don't hold your breath," you shot back, trying to sound unaffected. "You're not that special."

"Ouch," he said, clutching his chest dramatically. "Here I am, taking you out, feeding you, carrying this entire night with my charm, and this is the thanks I get?"

"Carrying the night?" You snorted. "You're delusional. If anything, I'm the one entertaining you."

He grinned, leaning back in his chair as if to concede. "Fine, we'll call it even. But seriously," his tone softened, his playful demeanor giving way to something more sincere. "I'm glad we did this. You seemed so stressed earlier, and it's nice to see you smiling again."

You felt a pang of warmth at his words, his genuine concern breaking through the teasing façade. "Thanks, Kook. I needed this," you admitted, surprising even yourself with how honest you sounded.

"Well, you've got me," he said, shrugging like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Whenever you need to forget about the world—or just eat your weight in tteokbokki—I'm your guy."

You smiled, unable to help the way your heart seemed to flip at his words. "Careful, Jeon. You keep saying sweet things like that, and people might think you're trying to charm me."

"Trying?" He raised an eyebrow, leaning forward again with a wicked grin. "Y/N, I don't need to try."

The heat in your cheeks betrayed you, but you refused to let him see you flustered. "Wow, your confidence is unmatched. Maybe you should focus less on flirting and more on finishing your plate," you said, gesturing to the food in front of him.

He laughed, grabbing his chopsticks again. "Fine, but don't think you're off the hook. I'm keeping track of how much you've eaten. We're still in competition mode."

"Oh, please. I already won," you retorted, taking another bite to prove your point.

The banter carried on, light and easy, as the plates slowly emptied. By the time the last piece of tteokbokki was gone, you both leaned back in your chairs, letting out identical groans of satisfaction.

"I think I've reached my limit," you said, patting your stomach dramatically. "I might actually regret this tomorrow."

"Regret?" Jungkook scoffed, reaching for his drink. "This is the opposite of regret. This is living." He took a sip, eyeing you with a teasing grin. "Admit it—you're impressed by my ability to pick the perfect late-night spot."

You gave him a look, smirking. "Impressed? Not quite. But I'll give you points for good taste."

"Wow, tough crowd," he said, shaking his head with mock disappointment. "Fine, next time, you pick the place. But don't forget, you owe me now."

"I owe you?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "For what, exactly?"

"For saving you from your stress-induced meltdown," he replied with a grin. "And for treating you to this gourmet feast."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't stop the smile creeping onto your face. "Fine. I guess I do owe you. But don't let it go to your head, Jeon."

"It's already there," he said, tapping the side of his head.

The two of you stood, Jungkook grabbing the tray of empty plates to return to the stall owner. As he turned back to you, his hoodie sleeves pushed up to reveal his forearms, he cocked his head slightly.

"You good to walk home, or do you need me to carry you?" he teased, but his voice held a hint of genuine concern.

"I can manage," you replied, brushing off his offer.

"Sure about that?" he asked, stepping closer with a playful grin. "You look like you're one wrong step away from rolling down the street."

You smacked his arm lightly, laughing. "Don't push your luck."

The two of you started down the street, the cool breeze brushing against your skin. The city had quieted down, leaving only the faint hum of streetlights and the occasional distant chatter of other late-night diners.

"You're not in a rush to get back, are you?" Jungkook asked casually, glancing over at you.

You shook your head. "Not really. Why?"

He hesitated for a second, then shrugged. "Figured you might want to hang out a little longer. My place isn't far from here."

Your heart skipped at the casual invitation, though he said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Your place?"

"Yeah," he said, his tone light but his gaze steady. "It's nothing fancy, but I've got snacks, a comfy couch, and a killer view from the balcony. You can unwind for a bit before heading home."

You hesitated, glancing up at him. There was no pressure in his expression, just a quiet sincerity that made it impossible to say no.

"Okay," you said finally, smiling. "Lead the way, Jeon."

His grin widened, and he reached out, giving your hand a quick tug to follow him. "Prepare to be amazed. Or, you know, mildly impressed."

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[chimchimmarie]

Reblogging this today because of Jimin and Jk’s enlistment. We need some comfort. 🥺

OVER SUNSETS AND SAMGYEOPSAL

Pairing: Jimin x Reader  Genre: fluff, enlistment comfort, a bit of angst (if you squint) Wordcount: 550+

Summary: Sometimes you just have to hold on and not be scared of the waiting game. This is what Jimin wants to prove as he leaves you with the promise of a lifetime.

AN: This is my first attempt at writing a drabble/fic. I am not a professional writer. I’m sorry for any errors. I just love Park Jimin so much. :) The photos are not mine. CTTO.

The clear Busan sky is painted with muted hues of gold and amber as daylight fades. The sun has just set, leaving infinite calm and beauty that takes your breath away. As the gentle waves kiss the shores and the soft cool ocean breeze overcomes your warmth, you sit alone in the sand with thoughts of him filling your heart and mind.

You’ll never get enough of these sunsets. No matter where fate leads you, the serene beauty of it all always leaves you breathless.

Just a few weeks ago you sat in this exact same spot with him. Both cuddled by the warm sands of Haeundae, you basked in the beautiful scene of bustling Busan City.

Now here you are again, but this time he’s nowhere. As the warm slowly turns into cold, you let the memories of that day flood you. “You know It’ll only be a few years. I’ll be back here before you know it.” He mumbles as he takes your hand and peppers your knuckles with sweet gentle kisses.

“I know that. But it still doesn’t change anything. You’re still leaving.” Your voice so faint, it’s barely a whisper.

“You know I have to, right?” His brown eyes taking hold of you, not wanting to let go.

You break your gaze and stare at the sun that’s about to set, the light crimson skies blanketing the city in its radiance.  

You hear his words and you understand why he has to go. He’s enlisting in a few days and this is something both of you can’t change. All there is to do is to accept and wait. Waiting.

How such a simple word could ruin people and relationships is beyond you. You’ve seen it happen to others; you saw their struggle. But you never really expected for it to happen to you. Not this soon.

As you wallow in loneliness that looms your future, you don’t notice him make a move beside you. As you drag your eyes back to his, you’re stunned with what you see.

This guy you love with all your heart is on his knees with a ring in hand; his sweet brown eyes melting your already soft heart.

“Marry me.”  His voice sweet and longing.

Tears prickle your eyes as you try to get a hold of yourself. You’re already screaming on the inside as happiness and exhilaration wash over you.

You finally found your voice seconds later as you cupped his face in your hands; your heart beating louder than ever.

“As long as you promise to buy me Samgyeopsal from here on out.”

He crashed his lips into yours at once with a different kind of warmth that radiated from his heart. His love overflowing for the girl before his eyes and you just let him.

“I love you y/n.”

“I love you too Chim.”

The cold Busan breeze brings you back to the present.

You fiddle with the ring on your finger, still unbelieving that you are Jimin’s fiancée now. The image of him swims in your thoughts as you etch this sunset, the lifetime promise of samgyeopsal and his love for you, deep in the confines of your heart.

Your waiting starts now.

And this beautiful sunset is proof of his promise of forever.

[raya-04]

Upon A Star | PJM ☆ 1

Story Summary: Nineteen-year-old Y/n debuts as an idol under Hybe Entertainment, only to find her almost-boyfriend, BTS’s Park Jimin, is under the same company. Their painful “breakup” two years ago, driven by misunderstandings and trainee pressures, left unresolved feelings. As Y/n navigates her new life in the spotlight, she frequently encounters Jimin during rehearsals and events, sparking media speculation and fan rumors. Forced to confront their past, they struggle to remain professional while deciding whether to rekindle their romance or move on, all amidst the demands of their careers.

Pairing: jiminxreader

Genres: series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au

Word count: 5.6k

A/N: Hi! This is the first chapter in this series. I apologize for making it short, but next chapter will be much longer. I’ve worked really hard on this and hope you enjoy.

Y/n

This is the moment I’ve been dreaming of. My heart pounds in my chest, threatening to break free from my ribcage. Behind me, the rest of the group waits, just as nervous as I am. I reach back and grab a member’s hand. It’s trembling, her fingertips icy against mine. I give her hand a reassuring squeeze, even though my own fear threatens to take over.

Screams erupt all around us, nearly drowning out the ticking of the metronome in our earpieces. Suddenly, a deep voice cuts through the chaos. “G6ix, up next. Five minutes till showtime.” The metronome resumes, a relentless reminder that this is real. My breathing falters, shaky and uneven. I drop my head, close my eyes, and inhale deeply. This is happening—ready or not.

The six members behind me are quietly mustering their courage. I turn to them, forcing a confident smile. “We’re going to be great,” I say, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. They relax slightly, their faces softening. But truthfully, I’m just as terrified as they are.

“Five… four… three… two… one…” The voice in our earpieces counts down, and we rush to the side of the stage. “Go!”

My members jog past me onto the stage, waving to the audience with practiced confidence. The screams are deafening, vibrating in my chest. I follow closely behind the member in front of me, my mind racing with every step. Don’t mess this up. Don’t ruin everything we’ve worked for.

The crowd settles, and the opening notes of our song begin. I exhale, letting muscle memory take over. The stage trembles beneath us as we give everything we have, every movement sharp and precise. The lights blind me, but the energy of the audience keeps me grounded. They’re all here for us. I can’t believe it.

Jimin

Today has been exhausting. I had planned to spend the last few hours of free time doing absolutely nothing, but Jungkook had other ideas. He’s on his way over with food, insisting that I eat with him. To pass the time, I scroll aimlessly on TikTok. My ‘For You’ page isn’t showing my usual content—no dance challenges or comedy skits. Instead, it’s a random mix of topics: a movie sequel releasing next summer, product reviews, and a new girl group that just debuted.

One video catches my attention: a clip of the group’s debut performance. I tap on it. They’re good but clearly nervous. The camera zooms in on each member’s face, and I almost scroll away until I see her. I blink, my heart skipping a beat. Rewinding the video, I pause on her face. Lee Y/n. She’s right there on my screen.

I unpause, keeping my eyes locked on her the entire time. Toward the end, the camera focuses on her singing the outro. Her voice is amazing, so much stronger than it was two years ago. She sings the final words, turning toward the camera with a smile before joining her group. I watch the video two more times, then shut off my phone, embarrassed. I’m supposed to be sleeping right now, not getting caught up in the past. My stomach churns as her face lingers in my mind.

A knock at the door pulls me back to reality. Jungkook walks in, carrying bags of food and setting them on the coffee table before I can move. “I brought plenty,” he announces. We sit down to eat, cracking jokes and laughing. I try to focus on the moment, but thoughts of her won’t go away.

“Hey, Kook,” I ask, rolling a spoon between my fingers. “Did you see the group that debuted under Hybe?”

He nods, wiping his mouth. “Yeah, they’re really good. I’ve seen some of the members around before.”

“Which ones?”

Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “Why do you want to know?”

“It’s not like that. I’m just curious,” I reply, shoving a spoonful of rice into my mouth.

“Mm.” He picks up his phone, scrolling to a TikTok. “Li Niki, Song Haein, and Lee Y/n,” he says, pointing them out.

“What are they like?”

He pauses, thinking. “Y/n was nice. Well, they were all nice, but she stood out. Probably because she was the prettiest.” He grins.

“Did she know who you were?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “When she was a trainee, they took her phone. Said they wanted her to focus entirely on debuting.”

“I wish they’d done that for us,” I joke.

He nods. “Would’ve been helpful.”

Hours later, we’re still laughing and talking. I get up to throw away the snack wrappers, yawning. “I’m heading home,” Jungkook says, grabbing his stuff.

“See you later,” I reply, waving him off before finishing up. After taking out the trash, I finally crawl into bed. My eyes close, but my mind won’t stop replaying the day. Lee Y/n’s face appears, and I groan, opening my eyes. She really debuted under Hybe.

Grabbing my phone, I download G6ix’s album. It’s not weird to listen to their music, right?

My alarm blares, jolting me awake. I groggily pat around until my fingers slap the edge of my phone, dragging it closer. With a heavy sigh, I press the cancel button and sit up. Waking up early has never been my favorite thing. After a quick shower and brushing my teeth, I shuffle my playlist and let the music fill the room as I get ready.

The outfit my stylist chose isn’t something I’d usually wear, but I put it on anyway. As I tug a sweater over my head, I freeze. A familiar voice plays through the speaker—G6ix’s song. Quickly, I pull the sweater the rest of the way down and grab my phone, staring at the album artwork. A black background with a pink star in the center. The members are dressed in blue jeans and white shirts, standing together in a simple but striking formation. My heart tugs at the sight. Shaking it off, I pause the music, power down my phone, and tuck it into my pocket. I lace my boots, double-check my bag, and head out the door.

The streets are alive with the morning rush. Crisp air nips at my ears as the wind cuts through, but I make it to the Hybe building quickly. The moment I step inside, I’m greeted by the familiar chaos of a photo shoot: lights being adjusted, backdrops set in place, and people rushing with purpose. I nod and smile at a few idols before heading to the dressing room to check in with the stylist.

An assistant walks in and hands me the day’s schedule with a polite smile. As I scan the details, a voice from across the room stops me in my tracks. Y/n. She’s talking to the makeup artist, completely unaware of my presence—until our eyes meet.

For a moment, time seems to stand still. Shock flickers between us before we both recover. I nod and offer a small smile, trying to keep my expression neutral. She mirrors it, but there’s an unspoken tension in the air, the weight of past memories pressing down. Neither of us expected this. I quietly excuse myself, needing space to clear my head.

While helping set up the equipment, I can’t stop stealing glances at her. Memories bubble up, but I shove them aside. Focus. I catch her watching me once, just for a moment, before she turns back to what she’s doing. Is she thinking about the past too?

The shoot moves along smoothly, but the silence between us makes it hard to concentrate. My hands slip as I adjust the backdrop, pinching my fingers painfully. “Damn it,” I mutter, shaking my hand to ease the sting. I hear a soft giggle and glance up to see Y/n quickly covering her mouth, trying to stifle her laughter. The sound is light, familiar, and briefly disarms me.

When we finally wrap up, relief floods me. I pack up quickly, eager to leave and let the day settle. Before I head out, I glance at Y/n one last time. She’s busy with the makeup artist again, her expression unreadable. I turn away and walk out, the weight of unspoken words trailing behind me.

Y/N

The studio feels like home by now—the familiar smell of makeup, the hum of lighting equipment, and the quiet buzz of staff moving with purpose. Today’s solo shoot is a big one, my first since debuting. My stylist adjusts the strap of my dress as the photographer fine-tunes the angles of the spotlight. I take a steadying breath, trying to ignore the knots in my stomach.

“You’ve got this, Y/N,” the stylist says with an encouraging smile.

I nod, trying to believe her. The click of the camera begins, and I shift into the first pose. Confidence starts to settle in as I fall into a rhythm, my movements becoming fluid and natural. The photographer offers occasional feedback, praising my expressions and angles. For a brief moment, I forget about everything outside this room.

But then the door creaks open.

The faint sound of music from the dance studio across the hall seeps in, the familiar bassline tugging at a memory. I glance toward the door, my heart skipping a beat when I see him—Park Jimin. He’s wearing a loose black hoodie and sweatpants, his face slightly flushed, probably from practice. His hair sticks to his forehead, damp with sweat. He pauses when our eyes meet, his expression unreadable.

The seconds stretch unbearably. I quickly look away, turning back to the camera, but my focus is shattered. My body stiffens as the photographer calls for another pose, but the fluidity I’d found earlier is gone.

“Take five,” the photographer sighs, sensing my sudden shift.

I step away from the set, needing air, but my path to the hallway feels like a trap. Jimin’s still there, leaning casually against the wall, his gaze heavy as he watches me approach. There’s no escaping it now.

“Y/N,” he says, his voice quiet but firm.

“Jimin,” I reply, trying to sound indifferent.

“You look… busy,” he says, glancing at the setup behind me.

“And you look like you’ve been working hard,” I say, motioning toward his sweat-soaked clothes. My attempt at casualness comes out colder than I intend.

His lips twitch into a faint smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “It’s good to see you’re doing well,” he says after a beat of silence.

I swallow hard, the words sticking in my throat. “You too,” I manage.

The silence between us feels heavier than the noise of the studio. The air is thick with unspoken words, memories threatening to resurface. I start to walk past him, my heart pounding so loudly I’m sure he can hear it.

But then his voice stops me.

“Good luck with the shoot,” he says, his tone dismissive.

I nod, unable to muster anything more, and walk away. But even as I return to the set, his presence lingers, his voice echoing in my mind. For the rest of the shoot, I can’t shake the feelings I felt when he walked in.

The dorm is quiet now, except for the faint sounds of laughter coming from the living room. The rest of the group is in high spirits, chatting and teasing each other. Their voices drift through the walls, but here I am, lying in bed, alone with my thoughts. The bed is soft, the covers warm, and yet it feels like nothing is quite right. I turn over, burying my face in the pillow, trying to block out everything around me.

Today was… strange. Seeing Jimin again felt like a blur, a mixture of nostalgia and confusion. At first, when our eyes met across the studio, I couldn’t help but freeze. The shock was instant, but not in the way I expected. It wasn’t anger or hurt that flooded me, but a strange sense of déjà vu. The same feeling I had when I left—like I was making a choice, but unsure of where that choice would take me.

I roll over, staring at the ceiling. His face had been so familiar, almost too much. His eyes, the eyes that used to be my safe place, were still so full of that quiet warmth. Yet, there was a distance, a wall between us now, something unspoken.

Why now? Why is the universe bringing him back into my orbit, just when I thought I was moving on, when I thought I had finally gotten my footing in this new life? It’s not like I’m pining for him. I’m not sitting here regretting everything that happened. But it’s like a door was left open, and I don’t know if I should walk through it or close it once and for all.

The laughter in the other room rises and falls, but it doesn’t reach me the way it usually does. Normally, I would join them, joke around, laugh along. But tonight, I just can’t. The silence here feels safer.

I close my eyes, replaying the brief interaction from earlier. It was a simple exchange, very superficial. He asked how I was, and I said I was doing well. And then, as I walked away, he wished me good luck. That was it. It wasn’t some grand moment of reunion. But something in the way he said those words, something in the way his eyes lingered on me for just a second too long—it made me feel like there was more I should’ve said. But there was no room for it. Not now.

I run a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly. I don’t need to re-open that wound. I don’t need to re-enter that chapter of my life. But why does it feel like the universe is pushing me in his direction? Every time I think I’ve closed the door, something reminds me of everything I left behind. Is it a sign? A test? Or am I just overthinking?

Sighing, I sit up in bed and pull my knees to my chest. I stare at the soft light of the lamp on the nightstand, the warm glow offering some comfort.

Maybe I’m not supposed to have the answers right now. Maybe I’m not supposed to know what today meant. Life isn’t always clear-cut, and people aren’t as simple as we’d like them to be. And so much has changed in these past two years.

But still, a part of me wonders if the universe is testing me. Whether it’s trying to tell me something, or if it’s just showing me that some connections, no matter how far apart we grow, never truly disappear.

I lay back down, my head sinking into the pillow once more. The laughter in the living room continues, a little louder now, and I can almost feel their warmth through the walls. The familiar sound is a reminder that, no matter what, I have my group. I have this new chapter, and it’s mine to write.

But for tonight, I’ll let myself wonder. Why now? And why him?

The morning light peeks through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. I wake up slowly, the remnants of a restless sleep still hanging over me. It’s not like I didn’t sleep well—just that my thoughts kept drifting to things I didn’t want to think about. I stretch, rubbing my eyes as I sit up and take in the quiet of the dorm. The sound of distant chatter and clattering from the kitchen below tells me the other members are already up.

After a quick shower, I change into comfortable practice clothes—just a hoodie and leggings—and grab my bag. I can’t help but notice the slight flutter of nerves in my stomach. Today feels different, though I can’t put my finger on why. Maybe it’s just another day of practice, just another day to get better, but there’s an underlying tension that keeps me on edge.

I make my way to the kitchen, where a couple of members are finishing breakfast. The morning bustle is comforting in its routine, but it doesn’t do much to ease the unsettled feeling in my stomach. I sit down with a cup of coffee, and we talk about our plans for the day, the usual mix of excitement and exhaustion. But that feeling never quite disappears.

“Are you ready for practice today?” one of the members asks as she slides a bowl of cereal in front of me.

“Yeah, I think so,” I say, though my voice betrays my nerves. I’m trying not to focus on whatever this is building inside me, trying to push it aside and focus on what’s in front of me.

The walk to the practice room is uneventful, the cool morning air doing little to calm the nerves gnawing at me. As we enter the studio, the familiar hum of the place sets a sense of rhythm, and I breathe easier for a moment. But as I start to stretch, my phone buzzes in my pocket. A quick glance tells me it’s a message from our manager.

“Meeting in 30 minutes. Big news. Be ready.”

My stomach flips. A meeting? My mind instantly racing. But it’s not long before that gut feeling shifts. Something feels different about today. My thoughts circle back to Jimin, though I try to push them down. I can’t get worried now.

The buzzer rings, and we’re all called into the meeting room. We gather around, exchanging curious glances, none of us sure of what to expect. Our manager walks in, his face a mixture of excitement and serious business. He wastes no time.

“Okay, everyone, listen up,” he begins. “I’ve got some big news. You’re all going to be part of a major game show event in two months. It’s a live show, meant to promote G6ix. You’ll be meeting idols from a variety of different groups, competing in challenges, and introducing yourselves to an even bigger audience.”

The room goes silent as we process the news. A game show. Live. There’s a certain weight to the announcement, and I can feel the excitement building, even as my own thoughts begin to spiral. I force myself to focus on what he’s saying.

“You’ll be paired with idols from the biggest groups—BTS, G-idle, Seventeen, Stray Kids, Ateez, Twice, Itzy, and more,” he continues, his words almost blending together in the buzzing air of the room. I can hear the shock and excitement in the members’ voices as they start talking over each other, reacting to the names, the possibilities.

My heart races. BTS. Jimin. I can’t stop my thoughts from rushing back to him. The idea of being on live TV, in front of thousands, maybe millions, with him standing there… it’s overwhelming. What if I freeze up? What if I forget what to do?

I blink a few times, trying to keep myself grounded, but it’s not helping. My mind is reeling. I can’t even imagine what it would be like standing in front of all these idols—people who were once just names to me, faces on a screen, and now they’ll be real. They’ll be right there, with us, competing alongside us.

“Are you okay?” A member asks, snapping me out of my thoughts. I look over at her, offering a weak smile.

“Yeah, just… processing,” I reply, but the truth is, I’m not sure I’m okay at all. How am I supposed to act around them? Around him?

I feel my heart flutter again, but this time, it’s not just excitement. It’s also fear and uncertainty. What if I make a fool of myself in front of all of them? In front of Jimin?

The manager continues talking, explaining the details of the game show, but I find it hard to focus. All I can think about is the idea of being on camera, surrounded by idols who are far more experienced in the spotlight than I am. And then there’s Jimin, always lurking in the back of my mind.

What if I freeze up when I see him? What if I get nervous and say something stupid, or worse, embarrass myself?

I push the thoughts aside, trying to breathe through it. I don’t have time to worry about things I can’t control. I need to focus on the present, on the group, on the opportunity we’ve been given.

“Alright,” the manager concludes, “It’s going to be intense, but this is a huge chance for G6ix to shine. So get ready. Practice hard, and when it’s time, give it everything you’ve got.”

The room is buzzing again as everyone talks excitedly. I force myself to smile, but the knot in my stomach is only growing tighter. I have to find a way to stay calm. I have to keep my composure.

Jimin

The practice room is unusually quiet, the only sounds coming from the faint hum of the speakers and the occasional shuffle of shoes against the hardwood floor. It’s rare for the seven of us to get a moment of peace, but we’d earned it after the morning’s grueling choreography session. I sit against the mirror, a towel draped over my shoulders, catching my breath while the others are sprawled across the room in various states of exhaustion.

My mind drifts as I sip on my water bottle, letting the stillness calm the racing thoughts in my head. It’s been a packed schedule lately, with no real time to think about anything else. But even so, Y/N keeps slipping into my thoughts. Ever since I saw her again at the studio, it’s been impossible to push her from my mind.

“BTS, meeting in ten,” a staff member announces, sticking her head into the room.

Namjoon sits up immediately, always the responsible leader. “Let’s go.”

I groan softly but pull myself to my feet, tossing the towel onto my bag. Meetings usually mean schedules, and schedules mean more packed days. But we’ve done this for two years now; it’s nothing new.

The seven of us file into the conference room, where our manager is already waiting, his clipboard in hand and a laptop open in front of him. He looks excited, which instantly puts me on edge. Excited managers mean surprises, and surprises rarely mean more rest.

“Good timing,” he says, gesturing for us to sit. “This is big news, so I need your full attention.”

We settle into our seats, exchanging curious glances. The air feels charged, like something important is coming.

“You’ve been invited to participate in a live game show,” he begins, his voice carrying that edge of authority that always demands focus. “It’s designed to promote newer groups while featuring established idols as mentors and competitors. You’ll be working with G6ix and several other rookie groups.”

The room buzzes instantly as the other members react.

“A game show? Sounds fun,” Taehyung says, his voice laced with curiosity.

“Who else is participating?” Jungkook asks, leaning forward, already intrigued.

Our manager scrolls through his notes. “Alongside G6ix, there’ll be groups like G-Idle, Seventeen, Stray Kids, Ateez, Twice, Itzy, and more. It’s going to be a star-studded event, so the pressure will be high.”

The buzz in the room grows louder as everyone reacts, excitement mixing with anticipation. But for me, the words hit differently. G6ix. Y/N.

I feel my stomach drop, my pulse quickening. A live game show, with her there. It’s not just the pressure of being on live TV—it’s the thought of being in her presence again, in front of an audience, with cameras capturing every second of it.

“You’ll be participating in games, challenges, and group interactions,” the manager continues, oblivious to my internal spiral. “It’s a fantastic opportunity to connect with other idols and engage with fans in a more casual setting. Think of it as a mix of promotion and fun.”

Namjoon nods thoughtfully. “It’s a good chance for exposure,” he agrees.

But I barely hear him. My thoughts are racing, images of Y/N flashing through my mind. How am I supposed to act around her? What if I can’t control my reactions? What if the cameras catch something—anything—that I don’t want the world to see?

“Jimin?”

I snap back to reality, realizing everyone is looking at me. “Huh?”

“You alright?” Yoongi asks, raising an eyebrow.

I nod quickly, forcing a smile. “Yeah, just thinking about what kind of games we’ll have to play.”

“Don’t worry,” Jungkook says, smirking. “You’re good at games. Just don’t let your competitive streak scare the rookies.”

The others laugh, and I join in, though it feels hollow. My mind is too preoccupied to fully engage. I keep thinking about what it’ll be like to stand across from her, to see her in that setting. I’ve seen Y/N on stage, I’ve seen her growth as a performer, but being this close again—especially with the world watching—it feels like too much.

The meeting wraps up with our manager handing out schedules and notes about the show. As we leave the room, the others are still talking about the event, speculating on what games we’ll play and which groups they’re excited to meet. I trail behind, lost in my thoughts.

Once we’re back in the practice room, I sit on the floor and lean against the mirror, staring blankly at my water bottle.

“Live TV,” I mutter under my breath. “With her.”

I can’t decide what’s worse: the idea of facing her again or the fact that part of me is looking forward to it.

Y/N

Three weeks. It’s been three weeks since the news of the game show was dropped on us, and ever since, I’ve been running into Jimin more than I ever expected. It’s like the universe is intentionally testing me. The Hybe building is huge, with countless studios, offices, and hallways, yet somehow, our paths keep crossing.

The first time was in the cafeteria. He was grabbing a water bottle, and I was in line for coffee. Our eyes met for a brief, awkward moment before we both looked away, pretending it hadn’t happened. The next time, it was in a hallway between practice rooms. He was heading out as I was coming in, and all I could manage was a tight-lipped nod before brushing past him.

Every encounter feels the same—awkward glances, stiff words, and an invisible wall between us that neither of us seems willing to break. My group members have noticed, of course. They’re observant, especially Haein.

“Hey, Y/N.” Haein’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts one night as we sit in the dorm’s cozy living room. The others are scattered around, some watching a drama, others scrolling on their phones. “Can we talk? Privately?”

My stomach twists. “Sure,” I say, following her into the shared bedroom we both sleep in.

She closes the door behind us and leans against it, her arms crossed. “So… what’s up with you and Jimin?”

My heart skips a beat. “What do you mean?” I ask, feigning ignorance.

Haein raises an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. “Don’t play dumb. Every time you see him, you get weird. And don’t think I haven’t noticed the way he looks at you, too. There’s history there.”

I sigh, sinking onto the edge of my bed. “It’s complicated,” I admit.

Haein sits beside me, her voice softening. “Then uncomplicate it. What happened?”

I hesitate, staring at my hands. Part of me wants to keep it all bottled up, but the other part—the part that’s been carrying this weight alone for too long—wants to let it out.

“We dated… kind of,” I finally say, my voice barely above a whisper.

Haein’s eyes widen. “You… and Jimin?”

I nod, my throat tightening. “It was years ago, before I became a trainee. We met through mutual friends. It was perfect—he was kind, supportive, and everything I could’ve asked for. But then… things got complicated.”

She doesn’t interrupt, just waits patiently for me to continue.

Flashback

The night was cold, and the city lights blurred in the rain as I sat across from Jimin in the small café where we always met. The warmth of the space did nothing to ease the ice in my chest. I had rehearsed this conversation a hundred times, but now that he was sitting there—his soft eyes filled with exhaustion but still looking at me with so much love and adoration—my resolve felt like it was crumbling.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” His voice was gentle, but there was an edge of worry. He could always read me too well.

I gripped the warm mug of tea in my hands, staring at it as though it held the answers I didn’t know how to say. “I… I think we need to talk,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Jimin stiffened, his fingers tightening around his cup. “That doesn’t sound good,” he said, his tone cautious.

“It’s not,” I admitted, finally forcing myself to look up at him. His hair was slightly damp from the rain, his hoodie slightly too big on him. He looked so vulnerable, so real, and it only made the ache in my chest worse.

“Are you… leaving me?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly.

I felt the first tear slip down my cheek. “Jimin, you’re about to debut. Your entire life is about to change. You’re busier than ever, and I don’t want to be one more thing pulling at you. You deserve to focus on your dream.”

“No,” he said firmly, shaking his head. “Y/N, no. Please don’t do this.”

“It’s for the best,” I insisted, though my voice wavered.

“For the best? For who? Because it’s not for me,” he said, his tone rising with desperation. “Y/N, I know I’ve been busy. I know I haven’t been around as much as I should, but I love you. I love you, and I’m trying.”

His words felt like a punch to my chest. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure. “I know you’re trying, Jimin. But I feel like… like I’m becoming a distraction. You’re exhausted all the time. You barely have a moment to breathe.”

“You’re not a distraction,” he said, his voice breaking. “You’re the only thing that keeps me sane, Y/N. When I’m tired, when I feel like I can’t do it anymore, I think about you. Please, don’t take that away from me.”

Tears streamed down his face, and seeing him like that—so vulnerable, so raw—was almost too much to bear. My own tears blurred my vision as I reached across the table, taking his hand in mine.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I whispered. “But I feel like I’m already hurting you by staying.”

“You’re not,” he insisted, his grip on my hand tightening. “We can figure this out. Please, Y/N. Don’t do this.”

I bit my lip, trying to hold back a sob. “Jimin, you deserve someone who can live with you having to divide your attention between your career and your relationship. I don’t think I can be that person.”

“You’re all I want,” he said, his voice trembling. “Don’t leave me. Please.”

My heart shattered into pieces as I watched him cry, his shoulders shaking as he clung to my hand like it was the only thing keeping him afloat. I wanted so badly to take it all back, to tell him I’d stay, but I knew deep down that I was making the best decision for him. His dream was bigger than the both of us, and I couldn’t compete with it anymore.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, my voice cracking under the weight of my own heartbreak. “I love you, Jimin. But I have to go.”

His hand slipped from mine as he leaned back, tears streaming down his face. “Why are you doing this to me?” he asked, his voice breaking.

I couldn’t answer him. All I could do was stand, grabbing my bag and walking away before I lost the strength to leave. As I stepped out into the rain, my sobs finally broke free, my chest heaving with pain.

It felt like I had left a part of myself in that café, and no matter how far I walked, I couldn’t escape the feeling of emptiness that followed me.

Present

I blink, the memory fading as Haein’s voice pulls me back to the present.

“Wow,” she says softly. “That’s… a lot.”

“It was the hardest decision I’ve ever made,” I admit, my voice trembling. “I cried for weeks afterward. And even now, seeing him again, it’s like ripping open an old wound.”

Haein places a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Do you still have feelings for him?”

I shake my head quickly. “No, it’s not that. It’s just… seeing him reminds me of everything I made him give up. And I don’t know how to act around him. He feels like a stranger, but also… someone I used to know better than anyone.”

She squeezes my shoulder gently. “Maybe this game show is the universe’s way of giving you closure. Or maybe it’s a second chance. Either way, you’re going to have to face it.”

I nod, though my chest feels heavy. As Haein leaves the room, I lie back on my bed, staring at the ceiling. The laughter of my members echoes faintly from the living room, a stark contrast to the turmoil in my heart.

Three weeks ago, I thought I’d moved on. But now, I’m not so sure.

[hobisstar]

hobisstar presents

y!= yandere themed

•Headcanon

• possessive!jk

• WAYHFL!jk

•One and done

•blue. |y!taehyungxreader

Summary: Breaking up over a difficult reason was always tuff to handle. Everyone had their different ways with dealing with them. Taehyung wasn’t everyone and he’d be damned if the love of his life thought it was okay to say such a thing.

•Still with you |y!jungkookxreader

Summary: being the most famous and popular YouTuber and singer has its kicks. great fans, terrible fans, weird fans, yn has seen and had them all… but this fan, she wish she never had…

•mine for eternity |y!jiminxreader

Summary: y/n is a dance student in Jimins ballet class. They’ve had this friends with benefits thing going on and it was stopped when yn decided it was good for them, jimin so happens to disagree.

•Holdin on |hoseokxreader

Summary: yn and hoseok have a falling out, but you need to return his belongs on a stormy night.

•Dance for us |y!ot7xreader

Summary: Being the choreographer for the biggest group of the 21st century seems to be a dream come true. YN has been with BTS since debut, they’ve been close since then. of course with love there comes the protect…right?

•Autumn leaves |y!jiminxreader

Summary: if autumn is so beautiful, how come love seems to end in autumn? Jimin is scared to loose the love of his life in autumn. The only thing is, they aren’t even dating.

•Toxic Attraction |y!jungkookxreader

Summary: Jungkook doesn’t know when his love for her grew, doesn’t even recall ever not loving her. to him since the day she moved in next door, she’s always been his. He would do anything for her, even kill. Of course she wouldn’t leave him, right?

•Loving you |y!hoseokxreader

Summary: Hoseok has a confession. He fears living without his doctor. His obsession for her was what landed him in the asylum anyway or maybe it was his shitty family.

•3 D |jkxplussize!reader

Summary: Yn caught Jungkooks eye since freshman year in college, The only problem is Yn is his professor but he needs her bad.

•Series

•Fly to my room |ot7xreader [still in works]

Summary: Vacation, gotta love me! Working day and night with no break, this is something they all desire. the guys invite their best friend, YN To The In The Soop Vacation. Of course, they told their camera crew to not record her. She’s fine! But, she’s conflicted with sexual tension from each of the seven men. I II III IV V

•What are you hiding from love |y!jungkookxreader [coming soon..]

Summary: Being in a relationship with Jungkook you’ve always noticed the signs, the red flags if you will. Being so in love with him you ignored them, until the people you loved dearly started disappearing one by one. I II III IV V Complete

[kikiswriting7]

Seoul Connection ✈︎ JJK ✈︎ PJM

CHAPTER 5

Authors note: Its a big one hahah my hand slipped You are not exactly sure how you ended up here. You are sitting in the middle of Yoshi and Seo-Jun while Sana throws her head back laughing and leans against Mitsuki. You became friends during the week that had passed, as Yoshi was in the same position as you — but for another group.

The room buzzes with easy conversation and half-eaten snacks scattered across the low table in front of you. Someone’s Bluetooth speaker is playing some upbeat music in the background, the kind that makes everything feel like a movie montage.

You glance at Yoshi, who’s balancing a chopstick on her upper lip like a walrus. She grins when she catches your eye and leans closer, whispering, “You realize we’ve completely infiltrated their inner circle, right?”

You snort. “You make it sound like we’re on a spy mission.”

She raises a brow. “Aren’t we?”

Seo-Jun, catching your exchange, shakes his head with a smile and passes you the last shrimp chip. “Better eat it before Mitsuki sees.”

“Hey!” Mitsuki calls from across the couch. “I heard that!”

Sana giggles harder and nearly spills her drink, slapping Mitsuki’s arm like it’s her fault she finds everything this funny. You realize your cheeks hurt from smiling, which surprises you. You hadn’t expected this — to feel so relaxed, so included — not insuch a short time.

For a moment, you let yourself soak it in: the warm press of Yoshi’s shoulder against yours, Seo-Jun’s dry humor, Sana’s uncontainable laughter, the distant sound of someone starting to sing along off-key.

You met Yoshi first — your unexpected lifeline in a sea of chaos, when both of you showed up on site for a dance challenge between one of ‘your boys’ and hers, you both wide-eyed and unsure where to even stand. She was going through the same thing but just with another group, and instantly took you under her wing, as the social butterfly she is.

Through her, you met Mitsuki — warm, naturally chaotic, and somehow always both the loudest and most observant in the room. Mitsuki brought you into the fold without hesitation, acting like you’d always been part of their circle.

And with Mitsuki came Seo-Jun and Sana.

Seo-Jun, calm and a little blunt, had seemed intimidating at first. It took you a while to realize his quietness wasn’t disinterest — just that he didn’t feel the need to talk unless he had something worth saying. He’s already a full-time employee, someone who knows the ropes and looks at your current internship with a quiet sort of amusement.

Sana is different. Sunshine with a sharp edge. She works with BTS too, but in a role that doesn’t have her glued to them 24/7 like yours. She's seen things, knows things, but never flaunts it — instead, she focuses on everyone else, drawing people in with ease, like laughter is something she hands out on demand.

A beat passes. Then two.

And just when the moment starts to settle into a comforting kind of quiet, Sana suddenly gasps. “Truth or dare.”

Groans ripple around the room. Seo-Jun immediately throws his head back against the couch cushion. “No.”

“Yes,” Sana insists, sitting up and pointing at him with dramatic flair. “You are too mysterious for your own good. I need answers.”

“I vote yes,” Mitsuki says, raising his hand like they’re in a board meeting.

“Traitor,” Seo-Jun mutters.

Yoshi’s already grinning and sitting up straight  “Alright. But if we’re doing this, we go full chaos mode.”

“I’m scared,” you say, laughing.

“You should be,” Yoshi replies without missing a beat.

Before long, the circle is formed. Someone dims the lights. Sana finds a bottle to spin — of course she does — and the first few rounds are harmless: sing the chorus of a guilty pleasure song, show the last meme you saved, attempt to do a handstand (which goes horribly for Mitsuki and earns loud applause anyway).

Then the bottle spins and lands on you.

“Truth or dare?” Sana asks, eyes twinkling like she’s already plotting your downfall.

You hesitate. “Truth.”

Groans again. “Boring!” Yoshi yells, but you shrug at him. You’re still trying to preserve what little dignity you have left.

Sana doesn’t miss a beat. “Alright,” she says, smirking. “Who in this room did you expect not to like when you first met them?”

The room erupts in oooooohs.

You freeze, mouth parting slightly. “What kind of loaded question—?”

“Answer it!” Mitsuki cackles.

Your gaze flicks to Seo-Jun, who’s watching you calmly over the rim of his drink. To Sana, who’s definitely enjoying this. To Yoshi, who just looks way too entertained.

You inhale, then blurt out, “Seo-Jun.”

More gasps. Even a bit of fake betrayal from Mitsuki, though he wasn’t even mentioned.

Seo-Jun raises a brow. “Fair. I thought you were too polite to be real.”

You blink. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah,” he says, setting his drink down. “But then I heard you curse under your breath in the elevator on Thursday and figured you were human.”

The group erupts into laughter again, but this time, it feels warmer. Softer.

Your shoulders relax without you realizing it.

You catch Seo-Jun looking at you, though not saying anything more — just watching, like he sees something that makes him smile quietly to himself.

You’re not sure what that means.

But the bottle is spinning again, and for now, you don’t ask. As the bottle lands on Mitsuki, who groans dramatically as Sana claps like a game show host.

“Truth or dare?” she asks, grinning wickedly.

“Dare,” Mitsuki says, sitting up straighter like she’s bracing for impact.

“I dare you,” Sana says, eyes gleaming, “to post an Insta story with the caption ‘catch flights not feelings’ while holding Seo-Jun’s hand.”

The room erupts. Even Seo-Jun laughs, half covering his face with his sleeve.

“Oh my God,” you wheeze. “That’s so 2016.”

“But kind of iconic,” Yoshi adds, snorting into her drink.

Mitsuki plays along, grabs Seo-Jun’s reluctant hand and strikes a peace-sign pose while Sana fumbles for her phone. You swear your cheeks ache from how much you’ve smiled tonight.

When it’s Yoshi’s turn next, she picks truth. Sana narrows her eyes like she’s about to ask something deeply invasive, but instead says, “What’s something you haven’t told anyone since arriving here?”

Yoshi falls quiet.

Not in a tense way — more thoughtful. She stares at the ceiling for a moment, then says softly, “That I almost didn’t come. I was scared I’d mess everything up. That I wouldn’t find anyone who… got me.”

No one says anything right away, and the silence feels delicate. Then you reach over and squeeze her hand, and she looks over with a soft smile.

“Well, that was dumb,” you say, teasing gently. “You’re everyone's favorite already.”

“Speak for yourself,” Seo-Jun mutters, but there’s no real heat in it.

Yoshi squeezes your hand back.

It’s odd, you think. How fast people can go from strangers to comfort zones. How easy it is to laugh with them like you’ve known them longer than a week.

Sana yawns loudly and announces, “Alright, I’m claiming this couch and Mitsuki is my pillow.”

Everyone begins shifting around, the game dissolving into sleepy chatter and late-night laziness. You find yourself tucked next to Yoshi again as the group stretches out across the room in various stages of exhaustion.

“I’m glad you’re here,” she says suddenly, just loud enough for you to hear.

You glance at her, a little surprised.

“Me too,” you say, quieter still.

And for the first time since you got here, you feel like maybe — just maybe — you belong too.

Monday hits hard, but the studio buzzes with energy before you’ve even had your coffee. Comebacks do that, apparently—everyone’s running on nerves, caffeine, and a little too much hairspray.

You’re balancing a tablet and three paper schedules when someone taps your arm.

“Are you part-time barista now, too?” Jin jokes, eyeing the coffee tray in your other hand.

You laugh. “Only for the cranky and the overworked.”

“Perfect,” he says, snagging one before you can answer.

Jungkook’s sitting on the couch nearby, hoodie up, absently watching rehearsal footage on a monitor. He doesn’t say anything, but you catch him glancing your way. When you set a coffee beside him, he looks up—brief eye contact, a quiet “thanks,” and then back to the screen.

Jimin walks in a minute later, beaming like he hasn’t just danced for six hours straight.

“Morning,” he says brightly, and your name rolls off his tongue like he’s said it a hundred times. “You survived the weekend?”

“Barely,” you say. “I think Yoshi broke my spine. Or maybe Mitsuki’s couch did.”

He laughs, leaning in like it’s a private joke. “You should’ve called me. I would’ve rescued you.”

You raise an eyebrow. “With what? Your limited cooking skills and anime recommendations?”

“Exactly.”

Behind him, Taehyung’s dragging a chair into the corner. Sana stands beside him, flipping through notes, her eyes narrowing in concentration. You catch her eye, and she gives you a quick, subtle nod—shared understanding between coworkers in the same storm.

Namjoon enters mid-call, Yoongi trailing behind him with a snack in hand. Hoseok’s already stretching out by the mirrors. The energy shifts when they’re all in one space—bigger, louder, like the air itself rearranges to make room for them.

You hover near the monitor, watching choreography edits with the rest of the team, but you feel it when someone steps beside you.

Jungkook.

He doesn’t speak, just folds his arms and watches the footage like you do. You steal a glance at him—his profile calm, unreadable—and then look away again.

It’s like that with him. Presence without pressure. Silence that feels just full enough.

“Make sure they get a water break in ten,” Sana says, nodding toward the guys. You nod back and pull out your phone to set a reminder.

Jimin’s voice carries from across the room, teasing Hoseok about his messy bun. The others laugh.

You’re seated on the floor near the back wall of the dance studio, finishing up notes on your tablet when Hoseok flops down beside you, dramatically wiping sweat from his forehead.

“You survived,” he says, voice breathless but teasing. “We almost didn’t.”

You glance up from your screen. “You say that every rehearsal.”

“Because it’s true every time,” he grins. “This choreo is no joke. Try doing it yourself them come talk to me.” You roll your eyes playfully at his comment and go back to what you were working on.

On the floor nearby, Jungkook is lying flat on his back, shirt damp, chest rising and falling steadily as he recovers from the last run-through. Jimin’s sitting beside him, chugging water while teasing Taehyung about a missed count. Namjoon scrolls through something on his phone, and Jin’s rifling through the snack box like it owes him something.

You’re technically not needed for another fifteen minutes, but no one seems to mind you staying.

“You’ve got the look,” Yoongi says from across the room, pointing a finger at you without looking up from his notes.

“The look?” You question him, your gaze curious to what hes so entertained by his notes.

“The ‘what did I sign up for’ look.”

You smile. “You mean the ‘I’ve never sweat this much from watching other people dance’ look?”

He lets out a low laugh. “Yeah. That one.”

Jimin, overhearing, scoots a little closer, pointing at the notes in your lap. “Are those for the team or for us?”

“Team. But I can make a few copies if you promise not to crumple them into your bag.”

“No promises,” Jin calls from the snack pile.

Jungkook finally sits up, arms propped on his knees. “She’s already better than half the staff we’ve had.”

You blink at the unexpected compliment, and he meets your eyes just briefly before looking away again, like he didn’t mean for it to come out so bluntly.

Taehyung nudges your foot with his own, grinning. “Look at you, making fans.”

“Should I start a club?” you tease trying to go back to what you were doing.

Hoseok lifts his head. “Too late. We’ve already named it.”

“Oh?”

“The Y/N Protection Squad,” he says proudly. “It’s exclusive. Invitation only.”

“She didn’t even ask to be protected,” Namjoon says without looking up.

“Exactly,” Taehyung adds. “That’s why it’s a squad. She doesn’t even know we’re protecting her.”

They’re all talking at once now, bouncing off each other like it’s just another inside joke in a long list you haven’t fully caught up with yet—but the difference now is that they’re pulling you into it. Not watching from a distance. Not treating you like a nobody, which is exactly like you thought it would be. Its exactly what internships are, right? You are the corporate slave that does the job nobody wants to do. Like making photocopies of useless papers. But here…. Its comfortable. Letting you exist in their space as one of them.

Even Jungkook, who doesn’t say much, offers you his unopened bottle of water before getting up and muttering something about changing his shirt.

You take it, not because you’re thirsty—but because it’s the first time he’s handed you something without being askedsince you arrived.

Later, as they trickle out one by one, Jimin lingers.

“You staying late again?”

“Probably,” you say, glancing at the untouched parts of your schedule.

He offers a sympathetic smile. “Don’t work too hard. You’re allowed to like this, you know.”

You nod, unsure of how to answer that. Because you do like it.

You like them.

And you’re starting to think they might like you too.

It’s late. The kind of late where most of the building has gone quiet, lights dimmed in the hallways, and even the vending machines seem like they’ve powered down for the night.

You were just coming back for your badge—you’d left it in the sound room during the last meeting. It should’ve been a two-minute detour. In and out. No big deal.

But then, you hear something.

Low voices. Close. Around the corner near the back stairwell—the one barely anyone uses unless they’re avoiding being seen.

You pause, footsteps going still against the polished floor.

“Come on,” a girl’s voice says—soft but sharp at the edges. “You said tonight.”

“I didn’t say yes,” Jungkook’s voice answers, and your chest goes still. “I said maybe.”

There’s a shift in the air, like you’ve walked into something private. And yet, your feet don’t move.

The girl scoffs, not loud enough to echo. “You always say maybe. Then you disappear.”

“I told you,” he says, quieter now, like he’s trying not to be overheard. “I don’t want anyone finding out.”

“So you are embarrassed.”

“No.” The word comes fast. Too fast. Then slower: “It’s not like that.”

It’s hard to tell what exactly stings in that moment—but something does. A prickling behind your ribs, heat rising slowly in your chest like a wave you weren’t expecting. You don’t understand why you’re still standing here. Why your legs won’t move. Why hearing his voice like this makes your throat tighten.

The girl speaks again. “Then what is it like, Jungkook?”

There’s silence for a beat.

And then, almost reluctantly, he says, “It’s just not… serious.”

Something drops in your stomach.

The girl lets out a sigh—a little too theatrical—and steps closer. You hear her heels click softly. “Well, if it’s not serious,” she murmurs, “then why do you always act like we’re doing something wrong?”

You lean the slightest bit forward, and your shoulder brushes the wall. A quiet sound—but enough.

Jungkook turns.

His eyes find yours immediately, and something in his expression shifts—like he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t, even if technically, he hasn’t done anything at all.

The girl follows his gaze and straightens, smoothing her shirt like it matters.

You don’t say anything.

You just stand there, caught in the strangest emotion you can’t name. You aren’t angry. You aren’t hurt. Not really. But there’s this weird hollow ache spreading in your chest—something close to disappointment, maybe. Or confusion. Or something heavier that you don’t want to examine too closely.

You force yourself to nod with a very weird and fake smile. Not cold, not warm. Just… neutral. Like you didn’t hear enough to matter. Like you’re okay.—You’re not sure if you are.

You walk away before he can say anything. His voice catches on your name, soft and uncertain.

But you don’t turn around.

You keep your head down when you walk into the BTS floor the next morning, hoping no one will notice the way you didn’t sleep much. There’s a dull pressure behind your eyes, but you’ve tucked your hair neatly back and thrown on a clean hoodie, so maybe that’s enough to make it through the day.

Most of the guys are already there—scattered across the space, talking over breakfast or lounging on the couches with their phones. The usual quiet chaos.

You pretend not to scan the room.

He’s there.

Jungkook’s standing by the fridge, bent slightly as he digs around for a drink. He’s wearing a black T-shirt, headphones looped around his neck, hair pushed back like he didn’t try too hard—but not messy, either.

He looks like he always does.

Except he doesn’t.

Because he’s watching you. Quietly. From the corner of his eye, like he’s been doing it for a while.

You make the mistake of meeting his gaze.

It’s brief—half a second, maybe less—but your stomach twists anyway. He straightens up quickly, drink forgotten in his hand, lips parting like he’s about to say something.

But you turn away.

You’re not trying to be dramatic. You’re just not ready.

Not for his explanation, not for his shrug, not for whatever careful thing he might say to smooth it over. You don’t want to hear him say its nothing, not when it clearly meant something that he didn’t want anyone to know.

You slide into your usual spot near the monitors and pull out your tablet, focusing on anything but him.

The air feels weird all morning.

He doesn’t come near you.

But you feel him. His glances. His hesitation. The way his voice drops when he talks to other people near you, like he’s careful not to be too loud. Like if he sounds normal, it might make everything worse.

Jimin ends up next to you at one point, joking about how tired he is, and when you laugh—just enough to be polite—you don’t miss the way Jungkook’s posture tightens across the room.

You don’t know if it’s guilt or something else.

And you don’t ask.

Because if he really wanted to talk to you… he would’ve done it by now.

You’re sitting on the far side of the room, headphones half-on as you skim through a rough cut of their behind-the-scenes footage. They’re gathered just across the room on the lounge couches, sprawled out and tossing snacks between themselves like it’s a lazy Sunday afternoon, not a packed weekday.

It’s nice. Comfortable. Loud.

Until it isn’t.

“Hyung,” Taehyung says around a mouthful of chips, “didn’t Jungkook sneak out after dinner last week?”

You don’t react.

At least, not on the outside.

Namjoon looks up from his phone. “Oh yeah, you disappeared. You were gone like an hour.”

“An hour?” Jimin laughs. “Bro was gone the whole night.”

You keep your eyes on the screen, tapping your stylus like nothing’s shifted. But the room tilts slightly—something inside you shrinking, pulling taut like a wire.

Jungkook groans softly, but there’s a note of defensiveness under it. “Don’t start.”

“Wait,” Jin says, leaning in. “Was it that girl? The one from—what was it—like a month ago?”

You pause your video. Just for a second. Then restart it. Keep pretending.

“Not important,” Jungkook says quickly. It’s not embarrassed. It’s… careful.

“She’s cute,” Taehyung shrugs. “Nothing serious, right?”

“No,” Jungkook mutters. “Not serious.”

There’s laughter. A few jokes tossed around.

No one’s being mean. No one’s trying to hurt anybody. It’s just boys talking.

But still, something inside you curls in on itself.

You don’t know why your fingers feel colder. Why your throat’s dry. Why every version of “not serious” echoes louder than the last.

You hadn’t thought about him much today. Had buried it, tucked it neatly behind to-do lists and edits and that new note you made for their stage lighting.

But now he’s right there again. Not looking at you. Talking like you’re not listening.

And maybe that’s the part that stings the most.

Not because you wanted him to like you.

You swallow and adjust your headphones higher on your ears, blocking out the rest of it.

The screen in front of you flickers into a new frame. Taehyung laughing into the camera, someone offscreen cracking up behind it.

You force yourself to focus. Pretend you didn’t hear anything at all. -- You’re getting good at that.

It’s weird how easily Jungkook slips back into being himself.

The next day, he’s in the studio early, hoodie slung loose over his shoulders, hair still wet from a rushed shower. You spot him the second you walk in—he’s balancing a paper cup of iced coffee on his knee, headphones around his neck, half-humming something under his breath while scrolling through his phone.

He glances up when you enter.

And smiles.

Not forced. Not apologetic.

Just—bright. Like nothing’s strange. Like you’re still in that awkward-soft place from a week ago where you were just getting used to each other.

“Morning,” he says, sing-song and cheerful.

You blink. “Morning.”

You sit at the far end of the work table and open your laptop. He doesn’t move toward you, but he watches. Just for a second. Then glances away like he doesn’t want to make it weird.

Later, he offers you a snack—just slides it across the table with a nudge and a grin.

You nod politely. “Thanks.”

Still no eye contact.

He keeps trying, though.

Little things.

He tosses a foamball at you when the room gets quiet. It bounces off your desk and lands at your feet. You blink down at it, expression unreadable, and when you look up, he’s waiting with that sheepish smile, like come on, smile back.

You don’t.

Not because you’re mad. You just… can’t.

It feels strange. Too familiar.

He doesn’t stop, though. Not even when it becomes obvious that you’re not meeting him halfway.

At one point, when most of the others are gone, he passes behind your chair to get to the water dispenser. You feel him slow. Hover.

“You okay?” he asks.

It’s soft. Kind. Genuinely concerned.

And it makes your chest ache.

You force a tiny smile, eyes still on your screen. “Just tired.”

He hesitates. Then lightly taps the back of your chair with his knuckles. “Don’t burn yourself out.”

You nod once.

He walks away.

And that’s the thing—you want to believe he means well. That he’s just being friendly, that this is who he is.

But it’s hard to separate his warmth from the ache he left in you.

Harder still to pretend that his attention doesn’t feel like salt on a wound you’re trying not to name.

The thing is—he doesn’t stop.

Over the next few days, Jungkook finds little excuses to be around you. He’s not pushy. He’s not obvious. But he’s there.

And he’s always nice.

Too nice.

He compliments your hoodie on thursday, even though you’re pretty sure you’ve worn it before and he’s never mentioned it.

He brings in an extra drink “by accident” and just happens to hand it to you.

He jokes with you when the group teases Jin. Bumps your shoulder when something funny happens. Looks your way first when Taehyung says something ridiculous, like the two of you are sharing a private joke even though you’re barely reacting.

It’s not overbearing.

But it’s constant.

And it’s confusing.

Because now your stomach twists for a whole new reason. Not from seeing him with someone else. Not from the ache of being invisible.

But from the way he keeps acting like you’re not.

Like he wants to be close. Like he’s trying to pull you back in without ever saying anything out loud.

And you hate that it’s working, even just a little.

You hate that when he calls your name in that soft, playful way—“Y/N-ahhh”—you still look up without thinking.

You hate that you want to ask him why he’s being so warm when he knows you caught him red handed.

You hate that you don’t even know who she was.

And you really hate that it doesn’t make it easier.

Because you’re still just the girl in the room who’s not supposed to feel anything.

You’re supposed to be invisible.

Professional.

Neutral.

But your smile is thinner now. Your replies quieter. And sometimes, when you laugh at one of his jokes because everyone else is laughing too, you catch him looking at you like he’s waiting for more.

Like he can feel it too—the distance that wasn’t there before.

But he doesn’t say anything about it.

He just keeps showing up, softer than he needs to be, kinder than you know how to accept.

And you keep pretending that it doesn’t affect you at all.

It Friday and guess what? You are doing over hours again. “at least its some extra money” you think to yourself.

Most of the staff have trickled out, but a handful of you are still in the studio, waiting for a delivery, finishing edits, or—if you’re Taehyung—sitting upside down on the couch, legs thrown over the backrest like it’s the most normal way to exist.

Jungkook’s nearby too, playing with a Rubik’s cube like it owes him money. You’ve barely spoken today—just your usual hello, a shared glance across the room when someone spilled coffee, the kind of silent acknowledgement that you’ve both become good at.

You’re typing notes into your laptop when Sana walks past, tossing a grin your way.

“She’s still working,” she calls out to the room. “Y/N wins Employee of the Month.”

Taehyung peeks over the couch. “Only because Jungkook’s not eligible. Too much favoritism.”

Jungkook makes a mock-wounded sound. “What? I’m a model coworker.”

Taehyung smirks and points his Rubik’s cube at you. “Nah, he’s just trying to stay on Y/N’s good side. Ever since she tamed the dragon.”

Someone snorts—maybe Sana. Maybe Hoseok, who just walked in with a snack.

You smile without looking up. “Right. He’s terrified of me. That’s why he brings me coffee. Classic fear response.”

Taehyung cackles. “See? You admit it!”

You glance up then, just in time to catch Jungkook watching you, that boyish grin already tugging at his lips.

He shakes his head. “You’re so dramatic.”

You flash him a crooked smile. “I’m just saying—if I had a fan club, I think you’d be president.”

“Wow.” He leans back in his chair, feigning offense. “Didn’t realize I was so obvious.”

You shrug, turning back to your screen. “That’s okay. I’m used to being everyone’s emotional support intern.”

More laughter.

The moment passes.

But when you sneak a glance at Jungkook again—he’s still smiling.

Still looking at you.

Like the cold air between you never existed.

And somehow, that smile stings worse than silence.

Your weekend passed too fast even though you were doing absolutely nothing just rotting in bed, watching bad movies while facetiming with Evi.  And now you’re in one of the conference rooms, folding over a stack of notes while your phone buzzes uselessly beside you. Another group rehearsal is happening a few floors up, but you weren’t asked to be there today. You tell yourself that’s a good thing.

You don’t really believe it.

“You okay?”

Seo-Jun’s voice cuts through the silence gently, like he’s already halfway sure you’re not.

You glance up. He’s leaning in the doorway with two coffees in hand.

You try for a smile. “Am I that obvious?”

He shrugs and walks in, offering you one of the cups. “Only when you stare at the same sticky note for five minutes straight.”

You accept the drink with a quiet “Thanks,” then nod toward his work badge. “Shouldn’t you be off being administrative somewhere?”

He grins. “Delegated. Perks of being useful.”

You laugh, just a little. He’s always been easy to talk to—funny without pushing, smart without showing off. He sits across from you now like he has all the time in the world.

“I’m fine, by the way,” you say after a beat.

“Uh-huh.” He sips his coffee, eyes still on you. “Fine with a capital not.”

You roll your eyes but don’t deny it.

He doesn’t push, just lets the silence stretch out, quiet and unthreatening.

Eventually, you sigh. “I’m just…a bit tired.”

“From what? Work?”

You shrug. “Everything. I don’t know. It has been a lot to process”

There’s a beat of quiet.

He nods like he understands anyway. “Well… maybe you should try not carrying all of it alone.”

You glance at him. He’s not joking. There’s a softness in his eyes, calm and steady.

You smile, small. “Was that supposed to be deep?”

He smirks. “Give me a break, I don’t do this kind of pep talk often.”

You shake your head, but the smile lingers a little longer this time.

Later that day, you’re in the break room with Sana and Mitsuki when the topic circles back, as it always does.

“He’s cute, you know,” Mitsuki says, nodding toward the hallway where Seo-Jun had just walked by.

You feign ignorance. “Who?”

“Don’t play dumb.” Mitsuki nudges you with her shoulder against yours.

Sana nudges your side. “He’s been circling for weeks. He even offered to help you carry equipment last time. Voluntarily.”

You groan. “You’re both terrible. Hes just being nice. And it was heavy.” You try to defend it.

“Terrible and correct,” Sana says with a grin. “Look, maybe it’s okay to let someone be good to you.”

You don’t respond right away.

Mitsuki raises an eyebrow. “You always act like you’re waiting for some other shoe to drop.”

“I’m not,” you say. Too quick. Too defensive.

Sana gives you a look—soft, not judging. “No one’s asking you to fall headfirst. Just… don’t shut the door before it opens.”

You nod, but your stomach twists.

Not because of Seo-Jun.

But because you don’t know what it means to be open anymore. Or what version of yourself you’d even let someone get close to.

You don’t see Jungkook until the next day, when you’re walking out of a team meeting and Seo-Jun jokes quietly beside you about running off together to avoid editing deadlines. He says it loud enough to get a laugh—and you catch Jungkook just a few feet away, pausing mid-sentence with Taehyung.

His eyes flick to you. Then to Seo-Jun.

His smile doesn’t fully reach his eyes.

Later, Jimin is quieter than usual too. Especially when Seo-Jun shows up again with extra snacks “just in case you skipped lunch.”

You say thank you.

You see it in Jimin’s face—that flicker of something.

But no one says anything.

Not yet.

You’re walking alongside Seo-Jun after a team sync, arms full of folders and checklists. He’s making some ridiculous joke about running away to Bali with company funds and blaming it on a scheduling error. You roll your eyes, laughing, and nudge him with your elbow. He nudges you back, playful, easy.

It’s the kind of banter that’s harmless on the surface. But you feel the eyes on you the moment you round the corner.

Jungkook is standing near the door to the main rehearsal room, talking to Taehyung and someone from sound.

He’s mid-sentence when he sees you.

His gaze flicks down to the way your arm brushes Seo-Jun’s, then back up to your face. You’re still smiling when you meet his eyes—until you realize the smile isn’t mirrored.

Not fully.

Taehyung says something that makes Jungkook blink, refocus. He nods, laughs a little, but it’s off. Like a scene slightly out of sync.

You keep walking, heartbeat suddenly not where it belongs. Seo-Jun doesn’t seem to notice the shift in you.

But Jimin does.

Later that afternoon, you’re back in the editing suite sorting through a cluster of schedules when the door cracks open.

“Yo,” Jimin says, poking his head in. “Got a sec?”

You motion to the mess in front of you. “Technically, no. What’s up?”

He slips inside anyway and drops into the chair across from you. “Just hiding. Hobi’s making us do bonus choreography and I didn’t stretch today.”

You huff a laugh. “You didn’t stretch yesterday either.”

He grins. “Wow. So observant. Are you always watching me, Y/N?”

You blink, caught off guard.

He’s clearly teasing, but the words land awkwardly in your chest. You shift your focus back to your laptop. “You’re hard to miss.”

Jimin watches you for a second, the mood thinning just slightly. Then, without warning, he gestures to the pile of empty snack wrappers at your side.

“Are you and Seo-Jun, like… working late nights together or something?”

The question is too casual. His tone too carefully light.

You shrug. “He just shows up sometimes. He’s nice.”

“Mm,” Jimin hums, gaze flicking back to the hallway. “He’s also really there lately.”

You glance at him, eyebrows raised. “Is that a problem?”

“Nope,” he says quickly. “Just… curious.”

The silence stretches.

You tap your pen against your notepad. “It’s not like that.”

Jimin looks at you for a moment longer—like he wants to say something else, but doesn’t. Finally, he stands and stretches.

“Cool,” he says lightly. “Just checking.”

He leaves with a crooked smile that doesn’t feel quite right.

You stare at the door for a long while after it shuts.

You didn’t plan to stay this late.

Again.

The hall lights have gone into energy-saving mode, leaving a soft dimness that reflects the end of the day. Your monitor glows faintly through the half-open office door, and you rub your temples, exhaustion settling in behind your eyes like a weighted curtain.

There’s a light knock on the doorframe.

You glance up, a little startled.

Seo-Jun.

Holding two cups of something hot.

“I guessed wrong once already,” he says, holding both up. “This one’s tea, the other’s some kind of sugary latte situation.”

You blink. “You didn’t have to.”

“I know,” he says simply. “But your eye twitch was getting louder and it started to bother me.”

You huff a tired laugh and take the tea. “How observant of you.”

He shrugs, settling onto the edge of the desk next to yours. “I’ve got a good eye for overachievers on the edge of burnout. Especially the ones who pretend they’re fine when their voice gets all chirpy and fake.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “That’s oddly specific.”

“You’re oddly easy to read, sometimes,” he says, not unkindly.

You glance back at your screen to avoid that look—the way his face softens when he talks to you like he knows there’s something hiding underneath all your composure.

For a minute, you sip your tea in silence.

Then he says, carefully, “You’ve been a little quiet lately. Quieter than usual.”

You hesitate. “I’ve just been thinking a lot.”

“About?”

You shrug. “Work. Life. The occasional existential spiral.”

“Any particular reason you don’t talk about it with the rest of them?”

You lift a brow. “Why, when I can trauma dump on you for free?”

He smirks. “Exactly.”

But then his tone shifts, just slightly. “I mean it though. I see the way they look at you sometimes. Like they’re trying to figure out where to place you. Like they still don’t know if you’re one of them or just… someone passing through.”

You feel something flicker in your chest.

He’s not wrong.

And the worst part is—you’re not sure either.

“Sometimes I don’t think they know what to do with me,” you admit. “Like I’m too involved to be uninvolved… but not really part of the circle either.”

Seo-Jun nods slowly, like he’s been waiting for you to say that.

“I know that feeling,” he says. “Floating somewhere in between. Close enough to hear everything, but far enough to pretend it doesn’t affect you.”

You glance at him, your defenses dipping just a little. “Is that why you’re nice to me?”

He grins. “No. I’m nice to you because you’re funny when you’re pretending not to be overwhelmed.”

You snort.

“And because I like your face,” he adds, more casually than you’re ready for.

You almost choke on your tea. “Okay. That’s enough honesty for tonight.

“Was it too much? Should I have texted it instead?” he teases.

You don’t know what to say. Your heart thumps awkwardly in your chest—caught off guard not by what he said, but how easy it felt coming from him.

And maybe that’s what scares you a little.

You glance at the time.

“You should go home.”

“You too.”

You both stand, but neither of you moves.

Then Seo-Jun says, quieter this time, “You don’t have to always be half-in, half-out. With anyone. Including me.”

You nod.

But you don’t promise anything.

The day drags on slower than you’d like, filled with meetings and fleeting moments where your attention drifts toward your phone. Between glances at the time and half-hearted attempts to concentrate on the project in front of you, the weight of reality starts to press down on your chest.

You don’t know when you started to dread the idea of returning to university after the internship ends. It should feel like a break—getting back to what was familiar—but somehow, the idea of leaving this behind doesn’t sit right. The longer you’re here, the more you wonder whether you belong with this group of people—or if you’re just in the way.

It’s not something you’ve shared with anyone, but the unease lingers quietly in your thoughts. You’re here. But not for long.

You let out a breath and turn your focus back to the group.

The boys are clustered around, a mixture of friendly banter and half-distracted comments as the team finishes setting up for another session. It’s chaotic in the best way, but something’s different today. As the conversation shifts and the focus drifts toward the work, you catch Jimin’s eyes across the room. He gives you a smile, a little brighter than usual, but there’s something else in it, too—something you can’t place.

Then, Seo-Jun enters the room, his usual confident gait making its way to the group of managers in the back. He waves at you, and instinctively, you wave back, a smile tugging at your lips as you exchange a quiet greeting.

You don’t see it immediately, but you sense the change. Jimin’s gaze sharpens, his attention switching between you and Seo-Jun in a way that makes your pulse pick up.

You ignore it, busying yourself with some notes, but you feel the tension shift in the room. Seo-Jun’s presence never fails to bring an ease to the space, yet today it feels like something else lingers—like the air is thickening with unspoken thoughts.

Jungkook, who’s been quiet all morning, suddenly clears his throat. “I didn’t know you two were so close,” he says, his tone casually off-handed.

You glance up, feeling something you can’t quite define. Jungkook isn’t looking at you—he’s still focused on whatever conversation he was having with Taehyung, but his words hang in the air, a little too pointed.

Seo-Jun chuckles, the sound easygoing. “We’re not that close,” he replies with a grin, but the look he gives you—almost teasing, light-hearted—makes your chest tighten.

Jimin, who had been smiling just moments ago, suddenly shifts. His expression darkens, just slightly, as he looks at you and Seo-Jun. There’s a flicker of something in his eyes, something you can’t decipher.

Jimin’s smile tightens, and he raises an eyebrow at you in a way that feels like he’s asking a question that you don’t have an answer to.

You’re caught in the middle, and for the first time, the weight of it feels heavier than it has before. They’re noticing you and Seo-Jun. The growing tension between you and the two boys has only escalated, and now, Seo-Jun’s casual proximity to you in the group feels like a spark in the room.

Jungkook, picking up on the shift, leans back in his chair, throwing a glance your way. “Don’t tell me, Y/N,” he teases, “someone already trying to steal my coffee buddy, too?”

You force a laugh, though it comes out a little more strained than you intended. “It’s not like that.”

It’s a deflection.

It’s always easier to hide behind humor.

Seo-Jun glances over at you, his grin softening. “No stealing involved.” he says, making sure his voice is light. But something about the way he’s looking at you—almost too knowingly—sends another ripple through the room.

The boys don’t let it drop, though. Jungkook raises an eyebrow, his usual playfulness tinged with something sharper, and Jimin, ever the observant one, quietly observes.

“You sure about that?” Jimin’s voice carries a quiet edge, and you notice the way he’s looking at Seo-Jun, his expression unreadable.

Seo-Jun’s smile doesn’t falter, but there’s a flicker of something passing between him and Jimin. It’s almost imperceptible, but you catch it—a quiet challenge, an unspoken question.

“Don’t worry, Jimin,” Seo-Jun says lightly, though his words feel heavier than they should. “We’re just having some tea and talking about work. Nothing to steal.”

Jimin watches him for a moment longer, and you can see the tension in his jaw. But he doesn’t say anything else.

You don’t know what’s happening—whether it’s just the stress of the day or the weight of all the things you’ve been carrying, but it suddenly feels like everyone’s watching you. Their eyes on you, but their minds somewhere else. The air’s too thick, the silence too loaded.

Seo-Jun doesn’t seem to notice it, and Jimin doesn’t address it further, but you’re painfully aware of how your presence in the group feels like it’s shifted, and maybe not in a way you can control.

It was finally the weekend.

After the whirlwind of awkward silences, confusing tension, and long days of tiptoeing around unspoken things at work, the neon lights and music felt like another universe. The girls had practically dragged you out of your apartment—and you were glad they did.

You weren’t sure what to wear. You’d stood in front of your mirror too long, trying on outfits you didn’t even care about, until Yoshi yelled through your door, “You look hot in anything! We’re late!”

Now, an hour in, you were letting yourself breathe for the first time in days.

The bar-turned-club pulsed with bass-heavy music and flickering strobes. Sana was already tipsy and dancing with someone she swore she didn’t like. Mitsuki was talking with a cute bartender, and Yoshi kept bouncing between the group and taking pictures of the night.

Seo-Jun stayed close.

Not hovering—but always within reach.

He was comfortable to lean on. A familiar, steady kind of presence in the chaos. You’d caught him glancing at you more than once, but he didn’t act on it. Just stood nearby with a lazy grin and a drink in hand, answering your sarcastic comments with his own dry humor.

“You okay?” he leaned in to ask, his voice almost drowned by the music.

“Yeah,” you shouted back, nodding. “I’m good.”

You wanted to be good.

So when a remix of an old song you loved started playing, you grabbed his hand for a second and spun toward the dance floor with a “Come on!” before letting go and disappearing into the crowd. He hesitated, watching with that unreadable look again, but didn’t follow.

You danced with Yoshi at the edge of the crowd. Song after song it was only hits, songs that you knew way to well. You danced with also the strangers around you sometimes singing with them and feeling yourself in this moment. And you loved doing this. Dancing.

Not for anyone, not for attention—just because your body finally felt light again. Like you could shake off the complicated week, the stares, the weird feeling in your chest every time one of the boys looked at you like they knew you too well—or not at all.

And then… you realized something.

You were alone. Somehow you had drifted into the crowed and Yoshi had vanished. Maybe she went to the toilet?

You turned slowly, blinking through the red and blue haze. Your friends were still on the other side of the dance floor, but now you were in a patch of strangers. Faces you didn’t recognize. Bodies too close.

That’s when it happened.

A hand touched your waist. Too low. Grabbing you in and pulling you close.

You flinched, turning, only for the guy to smile—drunk and overconfident.

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” he said whispering in your ear, clearly not meaning it. His other hand moved like it wanted to find a place on your back.

You sidestepped pushing yourself away. “I’m good, thanks.”

He didn’t let go. Gripping now your arm.

“C’mon, don’t be like that. You’re out, right?”

You tried again to pull away, but his grip firmed. “Hey, I said—”

“She said she’s good.”

The voice cut through the music like a switchblade.

Familiar.

Low.

Commanding.

You froze, the guy startled enough to back off a step, and that’s when you saw him—Jungkook.

Sweat dampened the strands of hair stuck to his temple, his jaw clenched. Behind him, Taehyung had a drink in his hand and a frown on his face. Jimin stood close too, his eyes fixed on you, unreadable.

You didn’t understand.

They weren’t supposed to be here. Why would they be here?

The guy mumbled something and disappeared before any of them could say more. Jungkook didn’t chase. He turned to you instead, gaze running down your arms as if checking if he’d gotten too rough.

“You okay?” he asked, voice lower now. Less anger. More… shaken?

You nodded, barely.

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure—”

“I said I’m fine.”

It came out sharper than you meant, the panic still fresh in your chest. You weren’t mad. You were just embarrassed. The adrenaline still hummed in your blood and now all three of them were watching you like you’d broken.

“I didn’t need a rescue,” you added, softer.

“No,” Jimin said from behind Jungkook, voice quiet, “but you got one anyway.”

You blinked.

It was only then you realized how close they all were.

The three of them.

Watching.

Hovering.

And suddenly, you felt more exposed than you had all night. The walls felt like closing in and suddently you couldn’t completely cacth your breath.

“Thanks,” you said quickly, stepping back. “But I’m fine now. I should get back.”

“To Seo-Jun?” Taehyung teased gently, but something in his tone hinted he wasn’t just joking.

You didn’t answer.

You didn’t need to.

Jungkook’s jaw ticked.

Jimin looked away.

You turned before you could unravel.

You blinked again.

Gone.

The boys were nowhere.

Where Jungkook had stood, there was only a flicker of shifting lights and unfamiliar faces. No Jimin. No Taehyung. It was as if the moment hadn’t happened—if not for the thrum still in your ribs and the way your fingers curled slightly at your sides, like they were still on edge.

You pressed your lips together and turned away away again

No one needed to know. Not Seo-Jun, not the girls. Not anyone.

You pushed your way back through the crowd, forcing yourself to walk like you hadn’t just been rattled. Like you weren’t fighting a war between embarrassment and something colder.

“Hey!” Yoshi waved you over as soon as she spotted you. “Where’d you go?”

You gave her a faint smile. “Just wandered off. I’m back.”

She passed you a half-finished drink. “Mitsuki left with that bartender.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.” Sana chimed in with a giggle, “She texted ‘Don’t wait up’ and a heart emoji. I think she’s fine, but you know. Classic Mitsuki.”

You nodded, pretending to laugh with them. But the night suddenly felt thinner. Less electric.

You glanced toward the bar where Seo-Jun stood talking to someone from another department. As if sensing your gaze, he looked over. His face shifted the second he saw you—shoulders straightening, mouth tightening a little.

He walked over, brushing his knuckles lightly against your arm. Which had you frowning and stepping away.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. I’m just over it. .”

“Want to go?” His voice was soft, like he didn’t want to pressure you but wouldn’t take no for an answer.

You paused.

“I think I’ll just head out,” you murmured. “You don’t have to leave. Stay and have fun. I’ll be okay.”

He frowned. “I don’t like the idea of you going home alone.”

“I’ll take a taxi,” you said gently, cutting him off before he could insist again. “Seriously, Seo-Jun. I’m just not feeling it anymore.”

He hesitated, clearly torn. But you looked away before he could protest, already pulling your coat off the back of a chair.

You stepped outside a few minutes later, the air cool and damp against your skin. The noise of the club melted into a low hum behind you. You were halfway toward the curb when a voice behind you made your heart lurch.

“Hey.”

You turned, startled.

Jungkook.

He was standing a few feet away, hoodie up, his hands in his pockets. You hadn’t seen him come out, hadn’t even known he’d stayed.

“You’re leaving?” he asked.

“I could ask you the same.”

He smiled faintly. “Taehyung wanted to stay. I just needed air.”

You glanced toward the sky, then back at him. “Yeah. I get that.”

He took a step closer, but not too close. “About earlier…”

You shook your head quickly. “Don’t worry. It was nothing. Leave it be”

That made him pause, caught somewhere between a smile and something sadder. “That’s not what I—”

“I really don’t want to talk about it,” you interrupted, gently but firmly.

Jungkook nodded. He looked down, scuffed the toe of his shoe against the sidewalk. “You’re not hurt, right? From the guy?”

“No.”

“Good.”

Silence. He keeps staring at you trying to see through whatever you were trying so hard to cover. His jaw tense and his face more serious than you have ever seen him.

You didn’t know what to say. Everything was so heavy suddenly. Like your body had already left the club, but your mind was still playing catch-up, trying to understand the strange looks, the timing, the strange ache in your chest that had nothing to do with the alcohol.

“I should go,” you mumbled, stepping off the curb.

He nodded again, slow this time.

But just before you opened the taxi door, he spoke again.

“Y/N?”

You glanced over your shoulder.

“…I don’t like seeing you look at someone else like that.”

The words knocked something loose inside you, something small and quiet and stubborn.

He must be drunk and doesn’t even know what hes saying anymore.

You didn’t answer.

You just slipped inside the cab and shut the door.

chapter 4 - chapter 6

MASTERLIST

[bts-0t-7]

Healing Souls

Pair: Jimin x F Reader 

Summary: A picture of Jimin kissing a girl leaked onto the internet, making fans go crazy - and that didn’t mean you were immune to it either. You wanted to give Jimin a chance to explain, but the moment you saw him walk through the door, your frustration burst. Between moments of anger, reflection, and reconciliation, you learned exactly what it means to be in love. 

Genre: Fluff, Idolxreader, established relationship, girlfriend reader, angst 

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of suspected cheating.

WC: 1661

You didn’t know how a simple conversation could turn so deadly. While you preferred a straight-front confrontation, Jimin preferred to ease it in. And it was over dinner that the argument sparked fire between the both of you. The room was charged with tension as the both of you stood at opposite ends of the room, voices raised in a much-heated argument. Anger and frustration swirled around you, sending you into a spiral and clouding your judgement. 

Stubborn as mules, the both of you refused to give in - each party believing that they were right for every reason possible. Logical you knew to let it go for now, take a breath, cool down, and then come back and talk. But you were angry and Jimin wasn’t making it any better. 

“I can’t believe you’re being so unreasonable!” Jimin’s voice was laced with frustration, his hands pulling at the roots of his hair, and brows furrowed in anger. 

“And you aren’t even trying to understand it from my perspective!” You shot back, voice quivering with hurt. 

As the argument escalated, the both of you shot back equally painful and harsh words. The weight in your chest turned heavier and heavier, like lead in your stomach. This wasn’t the Jimin you knew - the making understanding person that has always been there for you. This Jimin didn’t care for how deep and sharp his words turned as he shouted back at you. However, in the heat of the moment, your emotions took over and all rationality seemed to slip away. 

“I would never - I didn’t even sleep with her!” Jimin shouted. “It’s just a picture for god sake! Grow up, Y/N!” 

He gave you an exasperated sigh, turning to leave the living room. Your anger reached its boiling point. If this was a cartoon show, your face would have turned red and fumes would have come out of your ears. 

“Grow up?” You shot back. “Grow up? Jimin, you grow up! What makes you think that you can throw around the relationship like it’s soccer?” 

Jimin turned back around, fury burning in his eyes. “You know what? Maybe I did sleep with her! So what? So what if I slept with her? She sure is better than you!” 

The sentence sent spikes of hurt directly to your heart. At that moment, the tears started forming as you stayed silent and stared at your boyfriend. You never pegged him for being so mean. The adrenaline and emotions were still on high, causing you to feel more emotional. 

The silence that followed was deafening and you found yourself grabbing your keys, softly closing the main door behind you. No matter how angry, you were the one who brought this topic up. While you had the right to know what was going on, admittedly, you could’ve done better at your phrasing of words as well. 

But as you walked down the street, your heart was still pounding and your thoughts in turmoil. You were hurt by what Jimin had said. Half of you know that he probably did not mean it but the other half of you was in pain at the thought that he truly - truly - cheated on you. You walked in circles at the nearby park until the sky slowly darkened. 

You didn’t want to go home yet, deciding to get yourself an ice cream cone on the way instead. It wasn’t until you were walking home, one hand tucked in the puffer jacket you stanched from the ottoman and the other holding the sweet treat, that you realised the magnitude of the situation - the bond between you and Jimin, sitting dormant for three years, had been strained. The both of you were so welled up in being the perfect match for each other that you forget the imperfections of each other as well. 

You knew that there was no running away from this situation - one way or the other, the both of you would have to face each other and have a talk. So with a determined sigh, you finished your cone and took lift up. You quickly typed in the passcode, shrugging off your coat and shoes, placing your keys in the dish Jimin made with the boys just last summer. You had thought it was too cute to be sitting in the cabinets, so you had taken it out to be used as a dish for the keys. 

You heard before you saw Jimin walking up to you, eyes red-rimmed and tired - a reflection of the emotional turmoil the both of you are going through. 

“Can… Can we talk?” You asked meekly, voice filled with vulnerability as you trained your eyes on the floor, missing the flash of pain as Jimin stared at you. 

Jimin hesitated before saying, “Yeah, let’s… let’s head over to the sofa. Or would you prefer somewhere else?”

You shook your head and the both of you walked together. The room felt heavy with the weight of the unspoken words. 

It was silent as the both of you stared at each other until Jimin broke it. “I’m sorry for what I said. I swear I didn’t cheat. I swear… I swear nothing like that happened. It was - it was just in the heat of the moment… that I said that.” Jimin’s voice and actions grew frantic as if trying to prove his point. “I swear - Y/N, I swear I didn’t - I wouldn’t -”

You took a leap of faith and stepped forward, encasing him in your arms. You gently pushed his head into the crook of your neck as he sobbed. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I swear - I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it. I promise I didn’t! It’s not true!” Jimin wailed.

Your heart ached to see your boyfriend in such a miserable state. In the three years you were together, the both of you never had an argument this bad and you have never seen this side of him. 

Vulnerable and sobbing in your arms. 

You caressed his hair, soothing him. “It’s fine, Jimin. I know you didn’t mean it. I’m sorry too. I accused you without giving you a chance to explain the situation.” 

Jimin continued crying on your shoulder and you were starting to feel the ache from holding most of his body weight while standing. Slowly, you moved over to the sofa, setting the both of you down comfortably. Jimin’s hands immediately tightened as you moved away from him. 

“Please don’t go. Please don’t leave me… Please! I’ll do anything to prove to you I didn’t. I swear I didn’t!”

You brought your hands up to the hysterical man, cupping his puffy cheeks between them. “I’m not leaving. I’m not leaving. I’m just gonna grab some tissue, okay?”

Jimin shook his head. “No… Pleaseee…” 

You sighed and sat back down, allowing the oversized baby to cuddle deeper into the couch, dragging you along. You turned to face him, bringing your sleeves over your palms to wipe away his tears. “I’m sorry I said those words too. I’m sorry I hurt you.”

Jimin’s head didn’t leave your shoulder as he continued to nuzzle at your throat with a few occasional sniffles.  

“I’m sorry too. Shouldn’t have been so defensive.” His voice was muffled.

You shook your head. “You had every right to. It was my fault for bringing it up like that and accusing you.” You sighed. “Jimin…” 

He hummed.

“Jimin, our relationship -”

“No, No, I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” He clinged onto you. 

“Not that Jimin.” Your boyfriend had a way of overthinking the best situations into the worst so you could only imagine what he is thinking of now. “Jimin, I think we need to communicate more. We have been trying to be the best for each other but we forget that loving the other is loving them as a whole.”

“We keep so much from each other, not wanting the other to see the ‘bad sides’. But Jimin, I love you for you. And I know I can be tough to keep up with, I’m sorry.”

You hanged your head. 

Now, it was Jimin’s turn to bring your face to his, lips pressed against yours. “I love you, wholly, Y/N. I’m sorry if I don’t show that enough. And I think you’re right, we need to work on our communication. It’s absolutely broken on completely different wavelengths.”

You giggled at his choice of words. 

“Yeah… We should’ve been on the same ‘wavelength’ the moment you told me you’d adopt a dog for me if it made me less lonely at home.”  

“Aish! Forget that already would you! Why do you always remember these cheesy stuff I told you!” Jimin whined at you. 

The both of you sat together, cuddled up on the sofa, soaking in the presence of the other. 

“Our bond means so much to me. I don’t want one fight to define us.” You truthfully told Jimin as he held you closer, agreeing with your statement. 

“We’ll come out stronger.” He promised. 

As the night deepened and the both of you got hungry, Jimin made you cup noodles, stealing some of yours after he finished his share. Starting a chopsticks fight, you very obviously lost, guard slipping every time he tickles you. At that very moment, looking into Jimin’s eyes and hearing his bright laughter beside you, you knew that this connection - this bond - was forever worth fighting for. You knew that the road ahead wasn’t going to be butterflies and flowers but you were willing to try. 

Willing to strip yourself bare and give him you. Every part of you, you would give it to him. Until the very last thing was your heart - you’d place it in his hands. And then, you have no worries that he would ever break it, holding it between you like glass. Taking his like a puzzle piece, the both of you weaved threads and loops, creating a picture future together.

[thedeluluverse]

Balancing the Scales

Author’s Note: To the Anon that requested this, I am SO SORRY it took me this long, but I hope you like it!!

Summary: A misunderstanding between you and your boyfriend of 10 months threatens to destroy what has been so carefully constructed. Is a patch possible or will the castle crumble?

Pairing:  idol!Jimin x animalshelterworker!reader

Rating: 18+

Genre:  light smut, fluff, established relationship, oneshot, angst, idol au

Word Count: 1,877

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI light biting, passionate grabbing, mentions of sex,

It's just a typical day at the animal rescue shelter that you work at when your life changes forever. You are determined that your eyes are playing tricks on you, but you know that smile anywhere!

Your bias from BTS, Jimin, is at the front desk asking where to sign in so he can look at the dogs. Once you shake off your freak-out fog, you practically push your coworker out of the way. She's Namjoon biased anyway; she can deal, right?

Once he fills out the sign-in form, you volunteer to show him around the facility while he tells you his pet preferences. The whole time, you feel like you are vibrating with excitement, but you keep your cool the entire time despite your ARMY heart threatening to give out any moment.

As you head up to the front, he tells you that there's such a good selection that he needs to think it over before he says, "Thanks for all of your help, y/n. Will you be here tomorrow? I don't really feel like re-explaining everything to someone else you know?".

This time, you aren’t able to prevent the flush that appears on your cheeks. Because even though it's work-related, Jimin CHOSE YOU; it's a step towards your dream so yay! You fervently nod your head, ignoring your coworker side-eyeing you.

You know you’re supposed to be off tomorrow, but you will be there no matter what; you have been in love with this man for years, so you will show up unpaid in uniform if it means you can be his little helper.

As soon as he leaves, your coworker agrees to let you pose as though you are on shift, and if he needs access you can't do since you aren't on the clock, she will help you out. You rush home after your shift to ensure everything is ready and clean at a good time so you can be well rested.

For the first time in your life, you wake up a half hour before your alarm from anticipation! You get ready and go in after getting some coffee and a breakfast sandwich at the café nearby.

After waiting for what felt like forever (maybe 2 hours), Jimin shows up with two coffees, which your nerves didn't need but you will accept of course. He insists on walking the whole facility again despite barely looking around, focusing on your words more intently than yesterday.

He says he wants your help figuring out which dog to go with but respects that the shelter closes soon. Naturally, he asks you, "Hey, I'm indecisive, but I know y'all close soon. So would you like to grab some boba with me and help me decide?".

At this, your coworker's jaw is on the floor while yours is trying to maintain normalcy. You grin and, with a shaky voice, say, "I…I'd be honored if you would prefer that over returning tomorrow. I mean, since you can't adopt once we close. Aish, what am I saying…you're a busy man, so let's go get this decided then!".

He can't help but giggle at your flustered state and logic. He knows he will need to return anyway, but if this gets him on a date with you, it's worth the extra trip.

Even though he decides on the brown and white cocker spaniel named Mandu in about 30 minutes, y’all spend hours at the boba shop talking about everything and anything.

This leads to many more meetings starting off as you helping him learn how to take care of and train Mandu, morphing into chill hangouts, and eventually, y'all making your relationship official.

Life is bliss and everything you could dream of until he starts acting strange. It begins with your dates becoming less frequent and Jimin seeming agitated more often than not when he is around you.

A week after your 10-month anniversary, you question your boyfriend, "Chim Chim, what's wrong? You can talk to me…If I did something, please tell me, yell, anything…”

He rolls his eyes, "Y/n, you didn't do anything, okay? Just had a lot on my mind lately. You wouldn't understand; you live a simple life." At this, tears well up in your eyes. "Ouch… I'm just trying to be supportive. Plus, just because I'm not an idol doesn't mean my life is a cakewalk.

You know how much I've struggled before and during being with you. Just because you're great doesn't mean our relationship hasn't also given me side effects. Do you realize how much hate and death threats I've gotten since I started going out with you???

Now, yes, your company is good at shutting them down and ensuring I'm safe, but it isn't fun to encounter. Not to mention you being around all those beautiful idols all of the time…

I know you care about me, but I look nothing like those people, and I am just worried that eventually you will see me the way I do and…don't look at me like that, I'm just saying.".

He just clenches his fists and pokes inside of his cheek with his tongue and responds with, "That's not fucking fair y/n. It's not like I caused those things or given you a reason to be insecure.

I thought I was helping you with anxiety and self-esteem, but I guess I was wrong. I knew this was too good to be true…" With that, he walks out of your apartment and starts the detachment.

It’s the longest month of your life. Feeling like a bother, you stop texting and hanging out with Jimin, partly to teach him a lesson and somewhat because he hurt your feelings. Despite his frequent attempts to meet up and talk things out, you shut him down or give one-word responses.

Feeling desperate, Jimin goes to your work to talk things out only to learn from Alice, your coworker from before, that you purposely changed your schedule so he couldn't just pop up. She also gives him the cold shoulder in solidarity, as she knows what happened.

As it happens, you pull in right as he departs down the road, and for a moment, you consider following him. You miss him but aren't sure you are ready to see him yet.

Fast forward a week, and Alice hits you up because she is tired of you being a homebody. You agree to meet up with her at a local café since you know that alcohol is not a good idea right now.

After waiting an hour and no sign of her or anyone else besides a couple of workers, you are about to leave when you look up from your phone only to see Jimin standing before you.

Gently resting his hand on yours, he pleads for you to give him 10 minutes, and if after that, you aren't convinced, he will never bother you again. He admits that he rented out the café and prepaid for your drink since he knows this is your favorite spot. In addition to the centerpieces being your favorite flower, he just wanted privacy with you in one of your safest places.

For the first 3 minutes, he is profusely apologizing, saying that there had been so many rumors about him and Nayeon recently that you bringing up other women just set him off because he thought you knew that you were the embodiment of beauty to him and never looked at anyone else.

Then he leans forward and rubs your arm for comfort as he sees tears about to fall down your cheek and continues, "Jagiya, I'm so sorry again. When I said, I had a lot on my mind that you wouldn't understand… I don’t mean that you've never had struggles. It was something that I was worried about but didn't know if you were too, but.. now it's time to find out, I guess."

You cock an eyebrow and wipe the tears from your face, "Just tell me, Mochi, I swear it's fine. Just be honest. It can’t be worse than what I’ve been imagining for the past month.”.

He leans back and lets a deep sigh escape his mouth, "Alright, here goes, I love you. I have been for months now. I realized it 2 months before the day I went off and hurt you, but I was worried about saying it too soon. So, I tried to shove the desire down, but it only made me angry because why has society dictated milestones?

If I love you, I should be able to say so whenever I feel it, right? Aish…anyway, when you said you knew I cared about you, it made me pissed again because I wanted to shout to the heavens how in love I was and am with you but didn't know if I should, so yeah….".

The timer goes off, and he sits up straight, staring at you with pleading eyes to say something. You are looking down, fidgeting with your fingers, and processing everything he just said. He goes to leave, taking your silence as a goodbye.

As he arises, you grab the sleeve of his sweater and stand up, saying, "I feel the same way, which is why everything hurt so bad, and I detached so abruptly. I wanted to tell you how I felt, too, but I was too scared of rejection, so I took that day as a sign to back off. “

His eyes go wide, "Oh…I…cool…I mean.. you know what I mean? I just feel like such a pabo (fool) and hope one day you can forgive me, but I get if no—" He is cut off by your lips crashing into his and smiling as he has wanted this for so long.

Once you detach for the sake of breathing, you hurry hand in hand to the public transportation stop, giving little pecks as you wait. Once you get on, you can't help but be stereotypical and sit in his lap. Y'all seem all tiny and cutesy to the others on the train.

Until you get home, and the second that the front door locks, he has you pushed up against the wall, leaving sloppy kisses along your neck and jawline before passionately devouring your lips in his until you are both gasping and trying desperately to hold on to anything to stay grounded.

As soon as y'all head into the bedroom, it's a race of who can get their clothes off faster. Honestly, you can't recall because the millisecond it happens, he has you trapped under him for who knows how long. He shows you with his body how much love he has for you, how sorry he is, and most of all, how much he missed you.

Once both of your bodies are spent, y'all indulge in a sweet bath. He carries you to bed, and you both fall asleep in each other's arms, drifting off to the best sleep of your lives, knowing that there is no more gray area in your relationship, nor will there ever be, because you both agree to communicate everything from now on; there's no way either of you can be apart that long again or would ever want to be.

[meadowsweetskoo]

parkitrighthere asked:

Iki, my love!! Aaaaaahhhhh!!! I love you so much, like SO MUCH!! Okay, okay, focus—soooo, you’re finally taking requests, huh? Well, guess what? Here’s mine!! Prompt 15 (because it's horoscope and soulmate, and for me, it is EVERYTHING) and, of course, Jimin (because, duh, it’s Jimin, who else??). Take your time with it, no rush! I’m just so excited and happy and aaahhhh!! Love ya!!

Title: Bubblegum Pairing: JiminxReader Prompt: 15. “My horoscope told me I would meet the love of my life next year.” “Then let’s meet up again after midnight.”

Word Count: 1,035 Genre: flufffff Warnings: none except for tooth rotting fluff

Note: This is a repost from my previous blog. It was written for a drabble ask game.

"Hold the door!" You paused at the yell, turning to look back at the source. You were greeted by the sight of a mountain of boxes and a pink head of hair poking from the top. The person carrying it barely keeping from stumbling.

Hurriedly you placed your foot against the glass door at the entrance to your building just as the person reached you on wobbly legs.

The pink haired man, thinking he had made it safely, started to walk a little straighter and failed to notice the box at the top sliding. It fell, but your reflexes were fast and you reached out just in time to catch it.

"Oh thank god-"

"Are you alright Jimin?"

Jimin, not having his vision blocked by the box anymore, look up at your voice, staring with his eyes wide.

"Y/n! Oh, hey! Didn't realise it was you," He squeaked, then released a breathy chuckle.

You gave him a smile in response, "what is all this? Was there a sale or something?" Releasing the door the both of you started walking together towards the lift, you carrying the box in your hand for him.

"Oh, I wish there was," He chuckled again, "These are for the new year party I'm having at my place."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. My friends, we have this tradition. We do the whole eating grapes and making toasts, ending with the countdown, so we may be little loud. Apologies in advance," He finished as you both reached the elevator, you went ahead and pressed the call button since Jimin was clearly occupied.

"Oh I don't mind but I can't say the same about that man who lives next door to you. The one with four cats?" You gave him a grin with your brows wiggling up and down.

He gave you a smug one in return, "you're late on the news, he moved out a month ago."

The elevator doors opened and you both moved to enter, "no way! How did I not know?" You huffed.

"Maybe because you were too busy stressing about your finals?" He gave a shrug and adjusted the boxes, holding them more securely.

In that time you leaned and pressed your floor number and the one below it for Jimin. You straightened and narrowed your eyes at him.

He rolled his eyes, "you walk at midnight when you're stressed. A lot. With heavy steps." He finished.

You snorted, "well guess you can get even with me by being loud then."

He grinned, "that's the plan," You could only stare as his crooked tooth made an appearance. Mouth stretched wide and his eyes squished close as pink strands fell in front of his face poking him in the eye. You almost reached out and fixed them for him. Almost.

He shook his head, blowing the locks back. You cleared your throat, "this tradition, you must've had it somewhere else last year." You blurted out in an attempt to stay at the topic.

"Yeah we shuffle every year, choosing the place most convenient, which happened to be mine this time. Last year we went to Joon's, but how did you know?" He tilted his head slightly.

"Oh, um, I just. Well I had made cupcakes so I thought I would share them with you, but nobody answered your door so I assumed you were out," You cheeks burned and you could feel embarrassment washing over your being.

"You came at midnight?" He asked with eyes wide.

"No no, in the evening," You reassured him, internally praying that he had been out at the time you stated.

"Oh makes sense. Damn I missed some cupcakes then, we're they delicious?"

You winked at him, "you bet," And giggled.

Jimin watched as your face brightened. He noticed over time how your cheeks always turn pink whenever you laugh. It is very you. You eyed the numbers going up, almost at his floor now and he glimpsed your side profile.

Coughing slightly he grabbed your attention, "so, any plans for new years?"

"Eating a large pizza and watching year end shows counts right?"

He laughed, "of course it does. Sounds like a luxury to me."

You grinned.

"Anything you're excited about the next year?" He asked one last question as the elevator came to a stop at his floor but he was looking at you, waiting for an answer. Always so polite.

"Well there was one thing I saw this morning," You began, “My horoscope told me I would meet the love of my life next year." You let out a giggle.

He just stared at you, the doors opened, it was time for him to get off, “Then let’s meet up again after midnight.” he said breathless.

You were confused for a moment, before it clicked. Your mouth fell open a little. You couldn't form any words, too shocked.

He stood there, eyes locked with yours and opened his mouth but the metal doors started closing and in a panic he did the first thing he could think of—step out in a hurry.

He turned back, breathing heavy as if he ran a marathon and stared as the door shut in your face, your eyes just as wide, not leaving his. He let out a shuddering breath and closed his eyes leaning against the wall before entering his apartment.

Inside the elevator you were a confused mess, had he really meant what you thought he did? The elevator stopped at your floor and just as the doors opened your phone dinged. Still in a daze you walked out and opened the text without seeing the sender and saw it was from Jimin—an invitation for the new year party at his home, complete with doodles that you knew were drawn by him.

As you were checking the message you realised that the box you were carrying for him was still in your other hand, you had forgotten to give it back.

Shoving the phone you turned and pressed the call button again, the door opening immediately, and got in. Head thumping back against the metal you let a silly smile slip on your face.

Guess you wouldn't have to wait for the next year to meet him.

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠💚

[moonchild1]

Anyone have that JiminxReader fic where he and reader are at the same academy and they do ballet but Jimin starts off as very cold and nonchalant towards her. Please someone link it.

hi there anonie is it raise the barre by @kpopfanfictrash?

[pjmsneverland]

Said Dearest

Warnings: minors dni (mention of drugs, high!jk, Jiminxreader (they’re dating), taekook, fluff, drugdealer!Tae (if I missed anything let me know). Wc: 4.1k

The weather is rainy and cold. The time changes, shifting your biological clock while you drag through work, school, and your social life; too busy to even acknowledge your birthday creeping up on you. It feels like you are carrying a weight on your shoulders each morning; a guilt you couldn’t shake even if it wasn’t yours to keep. Your boyfriend is not sparing you the festivities as he’s mentioning your special day at every possible moment which was nice. The last time your birthday had been this exciting was when you were turning thirteen.

“You okay?” Jimin would ask while holding you in his arms while a movie played on the screen.

“Yeah, just tired is all.” You sigh.

He leaves it there not wanting to prod or ruin the moment of peace, memorizing his plans for the following day when he calls Jungkook while he goes over the guest list for your surprise party.

“Hello?”

“Clear your schedule, we are planning a party for Y/n.”

The younger boy looks away from his computer screen, taking the phone off of speaker to press it to his ear with a stoned face.

“Does she know?”

“Now where’s the fun in that? Are you gonna help me be a good boyfriend or not?”

Sure he knew you two went out on a date last he heard but he was not aware of how far well you two were getting along and hearing it from him causes a pang of betrayal to surface in his chest. He pushes it aside remembering that his friend is on the line waiting for an answer.

He clears his throat “Totally. What’s the plan?”

-

You trudge up the stairs exhausted from the long day at work but you keep in your mind that the weekend is here for comfort.

Your phone is squished in the pocket of your purse knowing that looking at the screen will send you into a spiral; even with your birthday near you felt not an ounce of strength in you to acknowledge it nevermind celebrate it.

Pushing the key into your lock you push the door open and shut the door before laying on the floor of your apartment feeling exhaustion take over your whole body. Letting your mind wander, you think about Jungkook and the last encounter you had with him a month ago. You imagine he’s planning a party tonight with the week end rolling in and all or maybe he’s planning on saving himself the cleanup and visiting a club to blackout in instead.

Your eyes shut as you groan at the feeling of a resurfacing headache as you attempt to coax yourself to relax and rid the thought from your psyche. Vibrations from your phone have you perking up to rummage through your bag to lazily tap the green button without looking at the name.

“Hello.”

“Hey beautiful.”

Your mood smoothes over immediately at the sound of Jimin’s voice coming through the speakers as you prop yourself up so you’re able to sound like you weren’t on the verge of passing out on your apartment floor.

“Hey.”

“Can you get pretty for me in say thirty minutes?”

Your head tilts in confusion.

“What are you planning, Park?” You stand up from your previous spot on the floor and trail over to your boudoir.

He laughs in response to your suspicious tone.

“I left you something in your closet a few days ago so put that on and I’ll be by to pick you up when you’re done. How’s that sound?”

Unable to deny the man’s charms, you agree with a slow nod as you begin to strip yourself of clothing before realizing he can’t see you.

“Yeah. See you when you get here, honey.”

It takes you half an hour to shower and slip on the dress he left for you in the closet but you figure he’ll take his sweet time coming up the elevator to come get you as you spray at your hair and apply another layer of lip gloss not before spritzing a perfume Jimin gifted you a few weeks ago. He felt like a dream or a scene out of a movie. He seemed like he really did like you aside from the parts of you that every other boy wanted to indulge in and disappear. He was one of the only men you could truly be yourself in front of without the need of trying to hide the ugly parts of yourself like how you self-isolated to punish yourself for something you did wrong in your week or in that one month of last year. It was only ever like that with Jungkook. Pausing in your action of fixing your stockings you look up into the mirror with wide eyes at the thought of him and just then the door of your apartment clicks open. Taps of Jimin’s heeled dress shoes letting his presence be known.

He stands at your bedroom door and smiles at you as you step into your heels. Eyes still on you as he remains wordless in his observing of your form.

“Is it what you imagined?”

His brow raises.

“You’re more than anything I could’ve ever imagined darling.” He steps closer to you to rest his hand on your cheek as your heart soars in your chest and you fight to act unphased. It’s not fair that you like someone this much and you haven’t worked hard enough for someone to treat you this well.

“I meant the dress sweetie.” You tease, looking up into his eyes while laughing.

To deflect from your victory he goes in for a kiss that you accept. His touches are always so sweet with no traces of malice. He made loving you look like it wasn’t hard.

“You ready?” He asks slowly when he pulls away.

“Are you gonna tell me where we’re going?”

He shakes his head mischievously before taking you by the hand and walking you out of your apartment down to the car and opening the passengers door for you. It’s silent most of the car ride but his hand that is not busy steering the wheel lays on your thigh caressing the stocking clad skin gingerly as your excitement heightens at what he has planned for the night.

After what feels like ages he turns into a parking garage and makes turns until he reaches the top floor.

“Jimin, are you secretly planning to murder me?”

He chuckles as he backs into a parking slot.

“Now I should be asking you that.” He unbuckles his seatbelt and leans in to land a quick peck on your lips, giving you butterflies as you giggle wordlessly.

“Me? I’m harmless.”

He shakes his head, reaching into his back pocket to pull out what looks to be black silk cloth.

“Turn around.”

You obey his command, turning so he can tie a firm knot as he blindfolds you.

“There.” He says in accomplishment before you hear him step out of the car and run around to your side and take your hands to help you up. He shuts the car door behind you and you feel his hands hold onto your waist gently as he instructs you to step forward.

“What if I hit into something?” You panic.

“I’ve got you baby.” Jimin says, comforting you by caressing your waist as you get more comfortable to take bigger steps.

“Almost there babe, you’re doing good.” You take a few more steps forward, heels clacking with each step and your tummy flips in anticipation at what your beautiful boyfriend has planned for you.

“Okay beautiful. Stop right here.”

You come to a halt as you feel the silk material loosen from your eyes and it drops to show beautiful fairy lights hung to lay above the table as well as all your friends that shout a “Surprise!”

“Aww no! You didn’t have to-guys!” You spot your best girl friends you haven’t seen in a while smile widely at your teary eyed reaction.

The two taller girls run towards you and coddle you in a long hug as you back away to take in the sight of them.

“You guys look gorgeous oh my god!”

The night goes beautifully as you catch up with your friends and sip on champagne. Jimin periodically chimes in and your friends congratulate you on the new found relationship.

“So do you love him or?” Your friend, Sky, whispers as your heart drops to your ass at the question.

You ponder before you answer. Jimin is really sweet to you but he’s always been a nice guy even in terms of friendship but you didn’t want to rush into saying the word just yet.

“I really like him. He’s set all this up for my birthday. You know how I am about not doing anything for my birthday.”

Your friends nod, taking in the sight of you after not seeing you for so long.

“You know after everything I’m surprised you didn’t end up with Jungkook.”

“What? Did everyone know about that except for me?”

Sky and Paige spent all of high school watching the two of you go through the awkward stage of your friendship to what it is now. The parties, the granting of a key when you landed your first apartment which made them side eye you, but you saw it as a safety measure if anything.

Your friend, Paige, rolls her eyes.

“You can be a little oblivious, hon but hey Jimin’s a cutie and if he treats you right that’s great!”

You nod with a grin, thinking of their words before you hear Sky speak.

“Speak of the devil.”

You turn to see Jungkook decked out in a gray suit as earrings decorate his ears and his newly black strands are slicked black. The wind knocks out of you at the sight of him leaning down to look at you, the starry look in his eyes never falters when he flashes a smile at you.

“Hey pretty!” He beams, throwing a wink at you before peering over at you friends who greet him with a curt handshake.

“I’m gonna steal the birthday girl for a sec.” His hand is out for you to take and you slowly let your hand fall into his cautiously. He leads you away from the crowd and gives you a smile.

“You look amazing.”

The compliment makes the alarms in your head go off but you blush at his words nonetheless.

“Thanks for coming and thank you, that's sweet.”

Silence hangs in the air for a moment and you look away from his gaze to peer over at an excited Jimin who speaks to your friends.

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything.” His hand reaches over to put a strand of hair behind your ears. His touch leaves your skin burning in his presence. What is going on with you? Reaching into his suit pocket he pulls out a pink velvety box.

“Bought you a present. Saw you eyeing it at the mall a few times.”

“Jungkook, you didn’t-”

“-but I did. Always will when it comes to you.”

Opening the box promptly he pulls out the sparkly diamond bracelet that has the lightest tinge of pink on it as you spot a piece dangling from it.

“It’s your initial. May I?” He gestures toward your wrist, asking if he could clasp it on and you let him.

Tattooed digits carefully decorating your wrist with the diamonds.

You can’t help but wrap your arms around his neck in a hug.

“Thank you so much. I didn’t think you’d show up because I thought you were mad at me.” You ramble on. He can hear that you’re on the verge of tears by your shaky voice while his hand caresses your back.

“I’m not mad, dearest and fuck me if I was. It’s your birthday and all the other shit doesn’t matter.”

He’s trying his best to be respectful as a best friend who has feelings for you but he can’t help but feel like everything he says is coated in intimacy. There’s nothing you can do to scare him away. He’s going to be here to watch all the huge things that are going to happen for you. He knows friends drift apart but he won’t let it happen with you.

“Love you.” You whisper against his ear.

Jimin deserves better than a girl who has a weird attachment towards her best friend. It isn’t fair for him to do all this for you while you’re crying in another man's arms.

“I love you too. Always.”

He’s careful in the way he holds you. He’s not a bad person. He may not be perfect but he would never disrespect you and his friend’s relationship.

“Happy birthday, Dearest.”

You finally pull away and wipe your eyes.

“I wanna go take shots. Join me?”

“Yeah, I’m right behind you.”

The timing is perfect because as you walk out you see Sky and Jimin carrying over a huge cake with candles beautifully lit upon it. They set the cake down on the table and Jimin is quick to wrap his arms around you. Kissing your cheek and shoulder sweetly before everyone gathers around to sing happy birthday to you. Your best friend feels his stomach sink at the sight of you together. He’s never seen Jimin like that before with anyone else. Jungkook tries to let the happiness for you overshadow his jealousy. He’s a good friend. His behavior towards you has been puerile and he told himself after that last kiss that he would let the thought of ever having you shrivel up and die.

“….happy birthday to you.”

You lean over to blow your candles as you clap in glee. A smile that spreads out from ear to ear graces your face as your equally beautiful boyfriend brings his lips to yours and your group of friends look at the two of you in admiration, but all Jungkook feels manifesting in his chest is envy.

-

“Don’t be a pussy, Kim.” Jungkook teases as he sits in the section of the nightclub secluded from the crowd of people on the main floor. The crystals of white piles on the table are evident as each person takes turns consuming it in the way they like.

Taehyung smirks at Jungkook’s intoxicated state. The boy didn’t know when to stop and he didn’t think he would hear from him again after the last time he’d sold to him which according to Yoongi didn’t end well but who was he to deny the extra cash?

“I’ve had enough. After this line I’m calling you an Uber.”

The younger man rolls his eyes at this before passionately snorting another line, sighing at the burn in his nostrils as he leans back on the cushion of the sectional.

“Ugh you used to be fun!” Jungkook slurs, eyes squeezed shut as he feels the high approaching.

“Your friends aren’t gonna cuss me out over you anymore. Yoongi is gonna have my fuckin head if he sees you like this.”

Taehyung’s words bring the thought of you to his mind. How happy you looked at your birthday party a week ago and how good you and Jimin looked together.

“You know yn’s with Jimin now? They look good together!”

Taehyung glares at the boy. What a trope. Jungkook not getting the girl he fawns over is quite the opposite of what he was expecting but from what he had heard and observed about you when seeing you at all the parties the boy threw it made sense. The way you kept a close eye on him each time he looked like he was indulging a little too much while you nursed the same drink all night.

Yes, Jungkook dabbled in hard drugs but Taehyung thought he knew how to control himself. This was him coping with the fact that you found someone else and left him on the sideline to watch as a friend and only that.

Taehyung excuses himself and Jungkook from the section before walking him through the club to the exit where the vehicle waits for him.

“Go home and get some rest and call me when you wake up. Keep this up and I won’t sell a single fucking gram to you.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes and opens the door and climbs into the backseat, going to close the door when Taehyung grabs it.

“I mean it.”

“I heard you bro! Calm the fuck down.”

Taehyung nods and shuts the car door firmly, bidding the driver a goodnight before watching it speed away.

-

The Uber takes Jungkook home and the first thing he wants to do when he gets home is take himself to bed but he sees your house key dangling from his key hanger and before his further judgment can take over he’s pulling his shoes back on and trailing over to yours.

The walk doesn’t take long and before Jungkook knows it he’s staring at your door.

It’s 1am and there’s a chance you’re asleep so he doesn’t knock. He simply lets himself in with his key and closes your door behind him, kicking his shoes off before footsteps make him look up to see your groggy form staring back at him.

“Oh-hey Kook.”

The air knocks out of Jungkook at the sight of you in a sports bra, sweats and your pink satin bonnet.

He clears his throat. “H-hey.”

You tilt your head at his appearance, walking closer to get a better look at him. Your hands reach over to his face feeling how warm he is to the touch and the way his nose is red and his pupils are dilated. He leans down a bit to give your shorter form an easier time examining him until your tear your hands off of him.

“..and you’re high.”

“N-no I just really wanted to see you.”

Your brow quirks up at him as you cross your arms.

“So you’re not high?”

“I am but I wanted to see you.” Jungkook giggles toward the end of his rebuttal and you scoff, walking to your kitchen to fill up your water bottle. Jungkook crosses the threshold and leans on the counter behind you.

“The full story is I was at the club with Tae where I did said drugs and then he got me an Uber to mine, then when I got there I was like ‘I miss yn!’ so I walked over here.”

“You walked? That’s not safe-what if you blacked out in a random alleyway or something?” You turn to look up at him. Water bottle long forgotten as you slam it on the counter.

“But I didn’t, baby. I’m here.” He counters with a look of satisfaction coating his features.

“I won’t lecture you any longer. I just worry is all.”

Jungkook nods, looking at you intently. It’s like you get prettier every time he sees you. You’re a little pale from the winter but your skin looks so soft and your cheeks are so round and- God damn you Jimin.

“I know and I’m sorry for making you.”

“You know this relationship is so funny because I can’t get angry at you anymore. All I can do is tell you that you are actively participating in your downfall.”

Your words cause a pit in his stomach and he knows there’s nothing he can say that will make you wrong. He isn’t being smart with the way he is choosing to handle his life. He just knows he can feel you drifting with every lecture, word, and argument.

“I don’t want to bury my best friend cuz he overdosed on fentanyl.” You say it so quietly that he nearly misses it. You can’t look at him while you say it so you choose to look down at the tiled floor.

“Why do you keep doing this?” Your voice breaks and he knows you’re about to cry.

Fuck. No. That’s not what he came here for. He thought you’d be asleep and he’d only planned to black out on the couch. He knows why he’s doing this but he can’t tell you that or lie to your face.

“Is it because of me?” You finally meet his eyes desperate for the answer.

“I don’t want to lie to you.”

“So don’t.”

“I’m just a little jealous but I’ll get over it.” He grumbles.

Jimin’s good. He’s a safe pick and you both share similar qualities while also being polar opposites. He likes parties on the weekend, you’ll tag along but on the days you can help it you’d rather stay home or drive into the city for a movie. He brings out the extrovert in you and overall makes you happier. You enjoy parties if he’s around and the movie seems to have deeper meaning when he watches with you.

“Was it the party?”

“It was.”

You feel the guilt boiling in your core.

“So what do you want me to do?”

He laughs. “I can’t dictate your life because I have a crush on you.”

You want to tell him he’s been dictating it since the day he turned to drugs and started having parties every week instead of talking it out with a professional or getting help.

“Would it be any better if I liked you back?”

He’s stunned, shaking his head to make sure he heard you correctly.

“Would you still be snorting coke at 1am if I loved you back?”

“Don’t tease me with that question.”

“I’m genuinely curious because if that’s the case consider me and Jimin done.”

“B-but that’s not fair to Jimin-”

“We broke up.”

“But you two are perfect together-” He attempts to defend.

“-and yet you’ve got a key to my apartment and you got me a crazy expensive birthday gift and you kissed me on that floor right there a month ago.”

Your finger points at the floor in your living room.

“Jimin deserves better than someone who’s obviously hung up on their best friend.” You shake your head.

“You got what you wanted. You didn’t want me with him anyway.”

“All of that is true but what does that mean for us?”

“It means I give you a chance. We give us a really good try.”

Jungkook reaches out to touch you but you pull away.

“We start when you’re sober. Goodnight, Dearest.” You land a quick kiss on his cheek before walking over to your room and leaving Jungkook to situate himself on the couch.

-

Jungkook is knocked out on his back when he wakes up to the feeling of warmth on his head and a weight on his thighs. His heavy eyelids open to the sight of you caressing his face with the pad of your thumb.

“Morning-or afternoon really.” You chuckle.

“What-” he babbles at the sight of you on top of him.

You’re frivolous with the way you let your hands linger on him as you tilt your head as you observe his groggy face.

“You okay? Feeling sick?”

“No, I'm fine. Just-” He looks down at you straddling him as a way to articulate his feelings.

“Oh right-”

You go to move but he stops you with a hand on your thigh.

“Stay.”

He sits up with a groan, resting his large hands on your waist and resting his head on the swell of your chest as your automatic response is to put your hand on his head feeling the prickles of his undercut as you play with the tendrils atop his head. You are taken back to the night you told him you liked Jimin and it was there you realized his feelings towards you. It’s not like the thought of being with Jungkook never crossed your mind. He was your first real crush but he was also everybody else’s and you didn’t want to be a part of that rat race so you did the only thing you knew how to do.

Pivot and distract yourself. Perhaps you and Jungkook weren’t all that different.

“What are you thinking about?” He breaks the silence.

“How if you ever show up at my door coked up again I’m breaking up with you.”

Laughter rings through him at your comment, hands slithering down to your ass testing the waters that is you.

“You have my word, Dearest.” He says cutely.

And it makes you smile.