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[withjaejae]

Hole-in-One | JJK pt. 3

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader

High society, richie rich setting

Warnings: Oral (m/f), fingering, car sex, superstitions, tiny bit of jealous Jk, mostly Simp JK, unprotected sex, just sex.

A/N: felt inspired by JK’s recent live so here we are. Enjoy

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“If I make this hole-in-one, let’s go to the charity ball together as a couple.” Jungkook smirks and hits the ball. He was confident that he doesn’t even look when the ball goes in so smoothly.

You on the other hand are smiling like an idiot.

Its been a month since you and Jungkook started dating but you’ve been doing it lowkey. With the finals over and graduation is just around the corner, he wants to publicly announce your relationship by going to your parents’ charity ball together. For the entire society to see.

Jungkook approaches you and bends over to peck your lips. You were about to speak when a cough interrupts your moment.

“So this is why you don’t ask me to play golf anymore.” Namjoon stood behind you two and frowns. “Auntie told me you and Jungkook would be here.”

“Okay, and?” You raise your eyebrows. His eye flicker between you and Jungkook standing very close to each other.

“What are you doing with my friend?” He finally asks and Jungkook drapes an arm around your shoulders.

“We’re dating.” You answer simply and Jungkook’s chest swells with pride. “What do you want, Joonie?”

“Jungkook, need a favor.” You groan and turn away, taking Jungkook with you.

“Aha. My days as your wingman are over, Joonie.” He teases him with the nickname. “I’m like your cousin now.” His words make you blush.

“Come on. You’re like the best wingman ever.” Namjoon groans. “There’s this girl who DJs at this club. You know people there, just give me an opening.”

“And I told you, I can’t. Plus, me and YN are going shopping tonight.” He shrugs. Namjoon groans in frustration.

You take pity in your cousin who is single as a pringle.

“You can go.” You look up at Jungkook. “It would be fun.”

“Nah. I hate clubs, the only clubs I want are these.” He hugs his brand new golf clubs that he bought yesterday. “Plus, I got a hole-in-one. Don’t I get my reward?”

“I thought your reward was the charity ball?” He groans. “Okay.” You tease.

“Ugh. I hate you two. Come onnnnnn.” You forgot Namjoon was still there. “You can tag along YN.” You contemplate.

“Damn. She must be really hot for you to let me join.” You turn back around to face him. “I guess we can go after shopping.” You look up at Jungkook.

“Fine.” He pouts.

“Would you be angry if I just drove around the block then back to the club house because I’m sure Henry or whatever can spare me a room?” Jungkook as his eyes glued to your legs. “Baby, you’re a sin.” His eyes finally met yours.

After shopping you both took an hour to prepare to get Namjoon a girlfriend. Or you hope its going to be a girlfriend.

You picked out a cute silver dress that’s too short for Jungkook’s sanity.

“If yoy’re the best wingman the way Namjoon says you are. We can be back at the club in an hour.” You trail your finger along his jaw before giving him a soft kiss.

He groans as you step away, he opens the door for you and you both drive towards the heart of the concrete jungle.

Namjoon had already chosen a VIP table near the DJ booth. His eyes light up as soon as he spots Jungkook approach with you right next to him.

“Ugh. You guys look good. Its annoying.” He rolls his eyes but hands you two an amorito sour.

“Okay, you ready?” Jungkook drinks half his cocktail and stands up.

“What? No! Its too soon!” Jungkook sits back down and pouts. “Do you have a next appointment or something?”

“No.” He continues to pout and you giggle at his cuteness.

“Relax.” You place a hand on his shoulder and squeeze. “Let’s have some fun.”

A tray of shots gets served at your table and you’re just as shocked as Jungkook. But hey, you haven’t been out for a while.

The three of you took shots like actual college students. Jungkook’s hand sitting tightly in between your knees.

“Jungkook. Go time.” Namjoon nods, you both look up at the DJ booth where they switch and the female Dj exits towards you.

“Whatever you’re gonna see. Its all for show.” Jungkook whispers before grabbing a shot glass and walks down crossing her and accidentally spilling the shot over her arm.

He doesn’t apologize, instead he just walks away and you can see the dj mumble ‘asshole’ just then Namjoon approaches with a handful of tissues and strikes up a conversation with her. In a couple of minutes you feel someone sit next to you.

“Is it like a good cop bad cop sort of thing?” You ask before turning to see who sat next to you.

“I dunno.” The voice sounded different.

You turn to see Kim Taehyung, a highschool friend, you shriek and hug him.

“Tae tae! When did you get back?” You start speaking french.

You both attended a private school in Paris but he pursued art there while you came home for college. Though you knew each other since you were kids, you only became close in highschool.

“A couple of days ago, I’m in town for a relative’s wedding. Fancy seeing you here, you hate clubs.” His arm was draped over the couch behind you.

Jungkook could see it from across the room, his stare is as sharp as a spear. The moment Tae tucks a hair behind your ear, he snaps. Angrily wading through the crowd on the dance floor before he finally reaches you both.

Tae looks up at him. “Jungkook.”

“Taehyung.” The air suddenly felt cold. Your eyes going back and forth between them.

Taehyung was the reason Jungkook didn’t make swim captain in 6th grade. He’s pissed to this day. He was also the reason he didn’t join the Paris program, he didn’t want to be anywhere around the man.

Clearly you two became close while in Paris.

“Taehyung, you remember Jungkook, he’s my boyfriend.” The B word that came from your mouth made any anger from Jungkook dissipate.

“Ah. Seems that I was too late.” He teases but you reach up for Jungkook’s hand. Taehyung took it as his cue to leave. “It was nice seeing you both. If he ever breaks up with you…” he locks eyes with Jungkook. “Call me.” Then looks at you.

You give him a small wave as he left, Jungkook takes his seat back. A grin on his face.

“You called me boyfriend.” He wraps an arm around your waist.

“Are you not?” You bit your lip. But the expression on Jungkook’s face tells you he loves it.

“I most definitely am, girlfriend.” You both cringe and laugh.

You wait a couple more minutes until Namjoon gives a thumbs up while passing you both before you stood up and left.

“Well, that was fun.” You smile as Jungkook gets in the car with you.

“But not as fun as—“ Before Jungkook could finish his sentence you’re crossing the center console and sitting on his lap, landing your lips on his.

It was a good makeout session until Jungkook starts undressing you.

“Wait. We can’t.” You pull away from the kiss, his hooded eyes luring you in. He asks why, “It’s bad luck to fuck in a car.”

“Says who?” He chuckles. “Its not like anyone can see us.”

“I know and I really want to. But it’s bad luck. For the car, not us.” He full on laughs.

“I wanna test that now.” He continues to put both hands on your ass. “Shit.” He curses when he feels you wearing a thong.

“Fine. Its your car.” You crawl towards the back seat. “Do you want your reward?” You wink and he hastly follows you.

His jeep has a wide leg space for the back seat so there was no hurdle as you situate yourself between his legs. You tie your hair up in a pony tail and place his hand on it.

“Shit. I don’t think I’ll last long with you looking like a fucking goddess.” You smirk at his words as you finally take him in your mouth. “Holy fuck. You are most definitely a goddess.” You take him deep in your throat and swallow around him.

He groans deeply making your slick drip from your folds. You moan around him, you can feel his dick twitch on your tongue. You drag your tongue across every ridge and nerve, the slurping sounds echoing in Jungkook’s brain. Despite your ruined mascara, he worships how you take him so well. Whispering filthy things as he cums down your throat.

He pulls you by your pony tail, you’re facing the passenger’s side window, you feel his tongue lick your thigh all the way up to your folds.

“Baby, you’re dripping.” You chuckles. “Who did this to you?” He, again, rips your underwear off.

That’s the fifth time in the time you’ve been together.

“You.” You mewl and rest your head on the seat. “Kookie, please.” Your breathing becomes ragged as you feel him tease your hole with his fingers. Pushing back towards him.

“Eager, baby?” He bites your ass cheek as he plunges two fingers in you.

He’s making you scream and moan, not giving a shit if someone passed by and heard you. Begging for more, his fingers have no mercy after adding another finger. He makes you fuck yourself on his hand and he revels in your reactions.

Your thighs start shaking, a sign that you’re close but just before you dive into your climax he pulls away.

“Nooooo—FUCK.” Your complaint turns into a moan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he rams his huge cock in you in one go. Your wetness making it easy for him to slide in.

He pistons in you, for sure someone can see the car shake but who the fuck cares anymore.

He takes a seat and you ride his huge cock facing away from him. You rest your hands on the front seats and give him something you’ve always wanted to do. And honestly, it drives him mad.

You raise your hips and start fucking yourself on his cock. As if you were twerking on him.

The view of your ass bouncing makes him lose it. He gathers up some slick and spits on your ass, you look back at him as he teases your ass hole with his thumb. You push back and nod, giving him a go.

He lets out a rough exhale as he pushes this thumb into your ass. You moan at the intrusion but surprisingly, it feels good. Maybe its the alcohol , or maybe its just Jungkook but fuck you feel ecstacy.

Your entire body becomes sensitive as you reach your peak.

“Baby. So fucking close.” You moan and Jungkook meets your ass by thrusting up. His thumb still in there. The sensation pushes you over and you’re cumming all over his cock the same time as he paints your insides white.

Your arms give out and Jungkook catches you again. You both catch your breat before you crawl to reach for the wet tissues from the glove compartment. You clean each other up.

“So… butt stuff.” You start and he chuckles.

“Its my first time too baby. Let’s put it on a shelf.” He kisses you deeply. Three words almost slipped out of his lips but he holds it back. Its too soon.

The next morning.

You both stand on the side walk, staring at Jungkook’s car as it gets towed. Apparently, it won’t start and its not because of the battery.

You open your mouth to say something but he shuts you up by kissing you. Out on the street. For your parents and the neighborhood to see. Both his hands on either side of your face, your arms wrapped around his waist.

“Yes, you warned me. But it was so worth it.” He pecks your lips. “We still have your car.”

“Nope. Its bad luck. My baby cannot have bad luck.” He keeps an arm around your shoulders as you take a stroll down the road.

“So, do you already have an outfit for the charity ball?” He asks and you nod.

You do hope he likes the deep royal purple gown you had custom made. It was also your graduation party after all.

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Part 4

[mei-mei-fics]

Teach Me a Lesson

pairing: tutor!kim namjoon x collegestudent!afab reader

synopsis: namjoon has an interesting way of teaching you history. he says it’s his “special” method only used for you.

wc: 1k (drabble)

warnings: possibly considered dark. smut, slapping, cursing, corruption, mild cnc if u squint!

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The dynamic between you and your tutor, Namjoon, was…odd to say the least. Of course everyone’s tutor wanted the best for their student. Praise was normal! Of course it was! But did everyone’s tutor make sure to call them their “good girl,” while strumming the students thigh? Did every tutor whisper against a student’s ear while explaining the lesson? Namjoon told you that this was the most effective way to learn, and you believed it. Your grades were proof, going from a D to an A after only 2 weeks of studying with Namjoon.

His sessions were simple, review the terms and quiz you in everything. When you got a question right, you got a reward.

“Can you tell me what major empire ruled the Middle East in the 1500’s baby?” Namjoon calmly asked you as he sat next to you at the dining room table. His nose in his notes, yet his tone firm, not wavering at all. His soft glance and cock of his brow met your gaze.

“Uh, the Ottoman!” you answered confidently. He knew how to properly instill the knowledge in your mind, especially when his rewards were more than enough courage to keep you going.

His dimpled smile lit up the room. “Good job baby girl,” he praised as he stood up, walking closer to your chair and hovering over you. His large palm coming to grasp your warm cheek, his thumb tracing lightly over your puckered lip. He leaned down, his plump lips connecting to yours in a soft, yet wet and enticing kiss. His kisses were always like this during your sessions, more so when you answered his questions correctly. “You’re gonna do so good on your test tomorrow aren’t you love?” he asked as his thumb lightly tugged on your bottom lip.

You nodded meekly, your gentle eyes meeting his. The look of pure submission and adoration was his biggest turn on, his addiction to you grew every session. When your history professor assigned him to be your tutor, Namjoon knew in that moment he had to use it to his advantage. Never did Namjoon use the techniques he had for you on anyone else, no one deserved his special treatment.

Every session or homework assignment you passed, he gave you sweet kisses and ate your delicious pussy like there was no tomorrow. If you passed a quiz or exam, Namjoon would fuck you. Softly and intimately, praising you for all the vigorous work you achieved. It was his idea of “positive reinforcement.” You deserved pleasure in his eyes; you were such a smart girl. And only he could relieve your stress.

“Such a pretty girl with a pretty brain,” he would acknowledge you as he was bottoming out into your sopping cunt. His long thick cock was like adderall to you, it was all you needed to focus. Knowing everytime you gave Namjoon your test results back and he’d you spread open immediately, your only motivation.

Although the sex wasn’t rough, he rammed deep into you everytime. Never was a time he didn’t hit your g-spot and have you unraveling and shaking in his arms afterwords, cuddling you and calming you down after your convulsing climax.

“Joonie- felt so good,” you would coo against his ears while he gently caressed you lower back.

“You deserve to feel so good, my beautiful smart girl,” he’d always tell you.

When you got an answer wrong, it was the most distasteful thing for Namjoon to see. He put all his energy into making sure you understood the material, and you had the nerve to answer incorrectly? It was insulting to Namjoon. His effort going to waste, did you not pay enough attention to him?

His punishments were cruel. He’d get disgusted and you would get embarrassed, disheartened by disappointing him. Namjoon made it known that you disappointed him, but made sure you never made the same mistake again.

“What year did the French Revolution begin?” he asked with a flat tone, eyes looking down at your shaking body. You were on your knees in front of him in his living room. Teary eyed. Your midterm was coming up and studying such vast material was more difficult than you thought, especially with a frustrated Namjoon.

“1874?” you whimpered out curiously. A slap crossed your face, your head swing to the side and face stinging from the impact. You conceal your whine, knowing it would only anger your tutor more.

Namjoon’s face never faltered, blank expression looking at you before you sniffled and recollected your thoughts before spitting out the answer pathetically. “1789!” you cried out desperately after receiving more slaps for the incorrect answer. Finally, a soft expression and hushing sound appeared through Joon, his large hand now coming to softly comfort your sore cheek.

“There’s my smart girl, can’t believe it took you so long to get that right? Maybe I need to teach you how to pay attention again don’t I?” he calmly asked. Your eyes shut, not wanting to deal with anymore of his harsh punishments. At least that what you told yourself, that you didn’t want Namjoon to bend you over again and brutally fuck you while bombarding you with countless questions that you can’t even formulate.

But your body always betrayed you. You nodded your head, mumbling a meek “yes,” to your senior, earning a warm smile and kiss down your dampened cheek from tears. “That’s my good girl, let’s prepare you for that next exam babygirl, meet me in the bedroom okay? You know how I want you when you get in there right?” he asked with a faux sense of politeness. On the inside, he was picturing every possible way to break you. Purely for his own satisfaction, to have you shaken up and delusion from the experience you’re bound to face.

“Yes, Namjoon,” you answered. Slowly rising up to your feet before heading to his room. Once the door was shut, you began to undress. Leaving yourself in nothing but your panties, on your knees behind the door waiting for your next lesson.

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a/n: another drabble for the time being until i’m able to come up with another full fic idea <3 namjoon is so hot omg i love my bias.

love, mei

[jeoncasino]

Prospects

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Tired of life and all it had to bring for you, things take a turn when you find out two of your friends start to take a liking to you. With newfound emotions and a whole lot of drama, what happens when they start competing for your love?

Pairings: JJK x fem! reader [x KNJ]

Genre: college au, love triangle, friends to lovers, fluff, angst, slow burn, eventual smut.

Tags: rich! jjk, law student! jjk, dark hair! jjk, sweet! jjk, jealous! jjk, needy! jjk, obsessed! jjk, but also dom! jjk, slightly toxic! jjk, english major! knj, boy bsf! knj, co-worker! knj, husband material! knj, brown hair! knj, sweet! knj, jealous! knj, sad knj:(, pet names, everything’s so complicated and everyone’s in denial, jk's love language is physical touch and acts of service, jk has mommy issues so he's too attached to oc, joonie is so sweet i feel bad for him, gguk will try everything in his power to make oc his, ggukkie lowkey hates joonie lol, this is an actual slow burn yay!

Warnings: mentions of drug use.

⋆ †₊ Series Masterlist

Minors do not interact.

Smoke surrounds you. For a moment, the noises and lights from the party, once a chaotic blend, seperate distinctly. Each sound creates its own frequency, each beam of light cutting through the haze in sharp lines. Everything around you slows down, the moment captivating you in a trance that would otherwise not been achieved without smoking a certain plant.

Elaine, your best friend, who was sitting to your left, seems to be talking to you. You can't quite grasp what she's saying, but she leaves shortly afterward, leaving you alone in the beautiful backyard of this otherwise dirty frat house. You really were avoiding going inside—the floors were sticky, and it smells funky. Honestly, you didn’t even want to be there. Frat parties aren’t your thing. But Elaine, in apparent need of de-stressing (though later confessing she just wanted to see her latest infatuation, Zia), had dragged you out on a Thursday night. You thought about getting mad and leaving, but she’s your best friend—and every guy here looks like they’d spike her drink—so you stayed. Plus, she bought you a blunt, so it evened out.

As you gazed at the dark-glowing canvas of the night sky, you felt a presence beside you. Skeptically, you glanced to your right, only to find a man staring at you. You jumped.

“Oh my god?” you gasp, eyes wide, hand over your heart.

The guy laughs, clearly amused by your reacton. Trying to figure him out, you took a look at him. He wore a loose white shirt and baggy jeans. Dark hair framed his face. Two rings pierced the right side of his mouth, his right arm covered in tattoos. Honestly, you felt intimidated—frat parties drew all kinds of people, you know? But when you finally met his eyes, the softness of his gaze made him seem far more approachable then you originally thought.

“Will you quit staring?” He teased.

Your cheeks burned. “Oh please, I’m on drugs,” you muttered, looking away, “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Oh, I know. Thought I’d join you on your trip.”

Confused, and extremely thirsty, you asked, “Who are you?”

“Seriously?” He replied, somewhat annoyed. “Jeon Jeongguk. We share a class—U.S History with Mrs. Webster,” He paused, anticipating an answer. He met silence. “No?”

You sighed. “Look, I’m sorry, but I’m too high to remember anyone from that class.” Thinking it over, you added, “Seriously, though, I don’t think I’ve ever talked to you.”

And that’s because you hadn’t. Jeongguk, though quite popular, found himself completely partner-less tonight. He didn’t like being alone, so when he spotted you, high and alone, he thought he’d try his usual trick with you—pretending he knew you from somewhere. It usually worked.

Not today though. At your response, he was utterly offended. Did you seriously not know who the Jeon Jeongguk was? Even he recognized you—the sharing a class part not being a lie—so it made no sense. Although, he didn’t know your name either, so maybe you did know him, just not his name, and the drugs are clouding him from your memory.

Yeah, he thought, it’s definitely the drugs. “Did you know marijuana causes memory issues?”

You snorted. “Just say you’re offended.”

He shrugged. “What’s got you all alone out here?”

“My horny friend, I guess.” You turn to face him. “You?”

“I was taught to never leave a pretty girl like you alone,”

“Okay, Mr. Charming, please be serious.”

He laughed. “My friends ditched me too.”

“Hm,” You didn’t know what else to say. Usually, you were good at small talk, but you were literally in cloud nine and too thirsty to properly think. “Do you mind getting me some water? I’ve got cotton mouth and don’t want to go inside.”

“It smells wierd doesn’t it?” He scrunched his nose as he replied. You nodded. “I’ll be right back.”

Many chit-chat’s and half a bottle of wine later—Jeongguk found it somewhere in the frat—you both bid goodbye with teary eyes and warm embraces, somehow convinced you’d never see each other again after this party. Both of you not letting go, Elaine and his friends have to literally pry you guys apart, causing everyone to fall comically like dominoes.

Attempting to open your eyes you rubbed them, immediately closing them as the morning sun assaults your vision. What even happened yesterday? Your head pounded, nausea swirled in your gut. You felt horrible. Trying to go back to sleep, you turned in your bed, feeling the dreaded build-up of saliva once you layed on your side. Uh-oh.

You rushed to your bathroom just in time.

“Elaine?” you half-yelled, wiping your mouth with your hand muffling your voice.

No response. You stumble out of your room and head for the kitchen. There, your find an already-ready best friend cooking god-knows-what.

Looking up at you, she said, “Good morning, Mrs. Jeon,” her tone dripping with mockery.

“What? Mrs. Jeon?” Confused, you try to piece together last night’s events, but it’s no use. Panicking, you exclaimed, “Oh my God, Elaine, what happened yesterday?!”

She looked at you unimpressed. “Oh, nothing much. Just that you and Jeongguk were all over each other yesterday!”

“Jeon who?” You asked.

“Be so serious right now,” She couldn’t believe you. “Y/n, he’s like, super well-known around campus. Rich as hell and a jerk.” She added, “Cheated on Jayla, rejected me when you bet me to hit on him for five dollars.” Elaine huffed with her arms crossed.

Recalling how hilarious that day was, you laughed so hard your headache worsened tenfold. “I might die if I keep laughing,” you stuttered, gripping the kitchen counter for dear life. “Is that why you don’t like him?”

“This isn’t funny! You guys made fools of yourselves last night. I genuinely thought he laced your drink.”

Drink. The word triggers flashes of last night—Jeongguk approaching you, him bringing you water, a bottle of wine somehow appearing in your hands. Blood drained from your face as you remembered how you parted ways—throwing yourself into his arms, him not letting go, literally shedding tears as Elaine dragged you out of the frat’s backyard.

You’ll make sure to never drink again after this.

“Elaine, did I really—”

“Yes, Y/n, you did! Do you know how embarrassing that was? Don’t even get me started on the reputation you just gained yourself.”

“What are you talking about?”

“All his closest friends were there,” she said, serving her plate with freshly cooked eggs. “They thought you guys fucked or something.”

“Ew?”

“Did you really?” The question almost offended you.

“Stop! God, no, obviously not,” you shuddered. “Just because we hugged?”

“No, because Jeon fucks everything he touches,” she replies matter-of-factly. “He also got a little possessive, he wouldn’t let go.”

“Of me?”

“Yeah, we all fell to the ground because y’all wouldn’t budge. My biceps are sore, no joke.”

You slumped against the counter, hiding your face in disbelief. “Wait so, now people think I’m easy?”

“Yes. Now let’s just hope the rumor didn’t spread outside the frats,” she said, walking out of the kitchen with her plate full of eggs. “People were watching, you know? I almost left you there with that whore. Anyway, you better get ready—your first class starts in 20.”

You sprint to your room.

“Thanks for saving me a spot.”

Namjoon lifted his backpack from the seat next to him as you slid into it, placing your own bag on the floor.

“No worries, buns,” he said, noticing your wet hair immediately. “Were you in a rush this morning?”

“Tell me about it,” you muttered, rubbing your temples.

“Did you have a night shift yesterday? I don’t recall scheduling you late this week.”

“No, it’s just that Elaine dragged me to this party and I—” You stopped yourself. Were you really going to expose your half-secret to Joonie out in the open? Nuh-uh. “I’m just so hungover. Let’s talk later. Focus on class.”

Although curious as to what happened last night that got you this flustered, Namjoon chose to not push the subject, both of you focusing now on whatever the professor was droning about.

You liked that he always walked you to class. Obviously if his class was far or if he got busy he wouldn’t, but for the most part he did. You found it chivalrous, a trait that most men nowadays lacked. That’s why you liked Namjoon—he was friendly but polite, not shy to ask about your personal life but never stepping any boundaries. Not to mention his other great qualities, like how intelligent or hard working he is. You both had gotten originally close through Yeyo’s café—he trained and guided you along the harsh path of being a first-time barista—and having worked most shifts together, you became each other’s favorite co-worker, mingling whenever and hanging outside of work at times. At these occasional dates, the both of you learnt you shared similar struggles, like not having anyone support you financially or having complicated relationships with your families. All these things made relating to him easier. He never failed to make you laugh or help you see the good in the bad, and for him you were grateful.

Now you’re here—two months later, at the same university—him walking you to class while you complained about the workload your professor just assigned.

“I mean is he kidding? Not everyone has free time like him. I’ve got work!”

“I think his wife’s divorcing him or something,”

You gasp. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled at your reaction. “You know the professor’s assistant?”

“Oh, the one who wants you?” you teased with a grin, wiggling your eyebrows playfully.

Namjoon elbowed you gently. “Stop it,” he muttered. You laughed at his flustered expression.

“Anyway,” he continued, eager to change the subject, “the other day, I stayed after class to ask her for some extra points, but she got off track and started telling me all sorts of things about him.”

“Like what?” you asked, leaning into him with interest.

“Why do you sound excited?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t act like you don’t indulge in professor drama,” you retorted, crossing your arms.

Namjoon chuckled. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

“I’m not mad,” you shot back, avoiding his gaze.

“Then why won’t you look at me?” he teased.

“Okay, fine! Just tell me what she said, please,” you pouted, grabbing onto his arm, feeling the firmness of his muscles. You knew that whenever you did this, he’d give in—like that one time at the fair when you’d been so thirsty you begged for a water bottle that cost him twenty bucks.

He sighed, giving in as expected. “Well, according to her, his wife wanted a Chanel bag, but the professor wouldn’t buy it for her. Then, she thought he was having an affair, so she looked through his things, but she found out he lied about how much money he’d inherited, so now she’s filing for divorce.”

“Gosh, I almost feel bad for him,” you said, the corners of your mouth lifting. “Almost.”

“Meanie,” Namjoon grinned and squeezed your nose.

“Hey! Stop, you’re—” About to punch him for ruining your makeup, he darted away as fast as he could.

“I’ll kill that motherfucker,” you muttered, opening the door of your next class.

“And I was like, are you dumb?” Elaine exclaimed through the phone.

After your last class, you decided you’d stop by the nurse’s office to get something that would soothe your headache, when you recieved a call from your best friend. Though spontaneous calls weren’t surprising, what she had just informed you was.

Apparently, she met up earlier with Zia, who had the audacity to ask her if she found it embarrassing to have a friend who had slept with Jeongguk. And obviously, her being the bestest, most protective friend ever, denied the rumors going around the frats in attempt of clearing your name.

As you walked out of the nurse’s office and into the bustling campus, she continued, “And I swear, in that moment, I was about to punch her. I mean, I always knew Zia was a little dense, but this? Ugh, it’s infuriating! I don’t even know why we fucked anymore.” She sighed heavily.

You found a bench under a large oak tree and sat down, needing to process everything. You’d been too busy with classes to think much about the previous night’s events, but now, with the day’s tasks behind you, the anxiety started creeping back in.

“Did you guys actually fuck yesterday?” you asked, leaning back against the bench.

“No, we had literally just fucked at the sorority, when she started asking dumb ass questions,” Elaine huffed. “I think I’m never finding love.”

“Don’t say that, E,” you replied, rubbing your temples. “You’ll figure it out, don’t worry.”

Elaine’s voice softened. “How are you holding up, though? I’m sorry for everything. I can’t help but feel responsible,” she added, and you could practically see her pouting on the other end of the line.

You took a deep breath. “Honestly, I was too busy this morning to even care, but now that I have time to think, I kind of just want to hide from everyone.”

“I’m sorry. I love you, okay? Don’t forget that.”

“I love you more.”

“Well I got to go, I’ll see you back at the apartment.”

Listening to the ring which notified the call was over, you finally had some time to process everything. Trying to find where you went wrong, the most controversial thing that happened all night was the fact that you were hanging out with… Jeongyeo? Or was it Jeongyu? Uh, you’ll make sure to ask Elaine later. Anyways, you saw no harm from having an innocent chat with him. All you did was drink with a rich frat college guy— and basically cry to each other but that was too embarrassing to even think about—so your ever crumbling reputation made no sense. You guys didn’t fuck, most certainly didn’t kiss, and by now the guy should’ve cleared the rumors, so why were they making such a fuss over it?

It was all so childish. Yet, despite your attempts to rationalize it, your stomach churned, your hands grew clammy, and your mind raced with anxiety. Every passerby seemed to stare at you with judgmental eyes.

You sighed deeply. This felt like high school all over again. You had to pull yourself together. If these people wanted to make a fuss over nothing and use you as their entertainment, then so be it. You had bigger things to worry about—like paying your bills or pursuing a career. So, with that, you decided to push the drama to the back of your head and refocus on what really mattered, finally finding peace once again in your mind.

And at peace you were.

At least that was the case until you got back home, because as soon as you walked into the apartment, Elaine rushed over, breaking the news to you. “Y/n, you won’t believe this. That miserable old landlord is raising our rent!”

You blinked, trying to process the new discovery. “What? Why?”

“I don’t know,” Elaine threw her hands up in frustration. “I begged him to exclude us from the raise, but he wouldn’t budge. He said it’s either pay up or move out.”

Trying your hardest not to kill him right now, you paused. What were you going to do now?

Trying to keep an optimistic outlook, you replied, “Look, I know it’ll be hard, but we can do this. Let’s just take extra shifts at work and start looking for an affordable place to stay at.”

She wasn’t sure about your proposition. You both worked long hours as is, not to mention how time consuming and disrupting it was for school.

“Y/n, we barely get to sleep some days,” Elaine said so lowly it was almost a whisper. Finding the situation impossible, she added, “I’m dropping out.”

You scoffed, “Are you crazy? You’re not doing that,”

“What else is there to do Y/n?” She frowned.

Lips pursed, you racked your brain trying to come up with a solution. Dropping out was not an option, and if keeping your education meant being homeless, then so be it. You both had a car, so maybe you guys could sleep there until you found a new place. And if you had to shower, you could probably just ask Namjoon if-

“Oh my god! Namjoon!” You yelled as you reached for your phone.

“What? Y/n what are you doing?”

Dialing Namjoon’s number, you replied with a smile on your face, “Pack your stuff, we’re crashing Joonies place.”

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Euphoric Endeavors [20]

vampire bts, poly ot7 x uni student yn

Through a series of curious happenstances, the Boys of Bangtan - your campus’ most popular and most handsome group of individuals - set their sights on you, a regular student with a stubborn streak and a wayward mouth.

Strangely enough, the mere sight of them sets your instincts off, red-lights flashing in your brain - danger, danger, danger, danger.

It’s too bad that they can’t seem to leave you alone, though. They like you too much.

(angst / smut / yandere / fluff / gore)

Masterlist / i dont have a tag list / find me on twitter  /  word count: 5.06k

(AN: Hi, all! This story is actually already posted on AO3. But, I decided to post it on here. I have almost 50 chapters of this story up over there, so I’ll slowly be adding them onto here too)

tw: mentions of physical abuse, abandonment issues, allusions to masturbation, anger issues

Waking up the next morning, the last thing you expect to see is a wall of honeyed skin bracketing you in place.

Hoseok’s sleep-slack face is above you. The older man is laying on his stomach, one arm bent so his cheek can rest on it, the other stiff by his side. You notice, idly, that he looks infinitely younger when he’s asleep. There’s no bravado here, just him, resting, relaxed – at peace – and you wish you could see the sight every day, considering how beautiful he is.

Unconsciously, you catalogue his features, burning the slightly pointed tip of his nose in your brain. His high cheekbones and sleep-swollen lips imprint themselves in your head, and you couldn’t forget this sight even if you tried. His lashes are dark and long, and his hair is a mess of curls atop his head, exposing his forehead. He had put a headband in, apparently to keep the strands from his eyes.

Entranced, you reach up, barely touching his skin, to trace from the corner of his eye to his jaw, reverence practically shining in your eyes. He sniffs in his sleep, burrowing deeper into the safety of his arms

“Are you awake now?” A rough voice asks from behind you, making you jump out of your skin. Yoongi is staring at you from where he had been laying, content to just watch you sleep. When you had woken up, you had twisted away from him, making him pout childishly. Now, though, your attention was back on him, his lips quirk up in a private smile as he remarks, playfully, “You look like you had a good night.”

“My head hurts,” you complain, pathetically, wanting to cover your eyes with your hands. You ask, frowning slightly in confusion, “How did I get here? Why am I in bed with you guys?”

You don’t feel even remotely unsafe, but the fact that the last thing you remember is jumping onto Jungkook’s back in the back yard is disconcerting.

“You’re awfully clingy when you get drunk,” Yoongi remarks, light-heartedly. He sits up, the sheets pooling at his waist, and you notice that his shirt is too big, showing off the pale expanse of his collarbone and shoulder. It makes your mouth feel drier than before. “You wouldn’t let Hobi go to sleep on the couch, so he spent the night in bed with you.”

With burning ears, you feel yourself frown. You really ought to stop drinking so much.

Still… something about the set up of the bed makes you snicker.

“That doesn’t explain why you’re in bed with us too,” you remark.

He shrugs, expression passive. “It looked comfortable.”

“And, was it?” You enquire, rolling onto your side to glance up at him. “Comfortable, I mean.”

He glances at you, meaning imbued heavily in his gaze, and he nods. “Very.”

Cheeks pinking quickly, you drop your eyes to his shirt and you finger the smooth material, to distract yourself. “Is this Joonie’s shirt?”

He looks down at it, pulling it away from his body, before sleepily nodding. His eyes are puffy, almost half-way closed, but he seems well-rested, still floating contentedly in the vestiges of slumber. He explains, “We always wear each other’s stuff. No big.”

Feeling somewhat envious, you simply nod and move to sit up too. Hoseok’s grip tightens on your waist and he makes a noise of dissent in his sleep, brow instantly furrowing.

“He’s just as clingy as you are,” Yoongi says, a rough chuckle tumbling from his lips. He slides out of bed, scratching his scalp, messing up his already chaotic blond nest and mumbles, “I’ll go get you something to eat.”

“You don’t have to, Yoon,” you reply, cosying up to Hobi. You feel like being lazy and being so close to the dancer’s warmth makes your stomach-ache feel more manageable. “I feel like I’m taking advantage of you.”

The blond snorts, giving you an uninterested look that has you shutting up with an audible clack of your jaw. He rests his knee on the bed to press a finger to your nose, mischievously, before he comments, lightly, “I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t want to, sweetheart.”

And then he’s gone, backing out of your space and disappearing to the kitchen to whip up a quick breakfast for you to eat in bed.

Hoseok makes a soft noise in his sleep, like a mix between a sigh and a groan, before he snuggles up closer to you, so your back is flush with his chest, arm tossed over your middle. You relax into his hold, letting the soft puffs of his breath against your ear lull you back under the fuzzy blanket of exhaustion. You feel yourself succumbing to the urge to fall into your own dreams once more…

That is, until you tense up all over when you feel something hard and hot poke in your lower back.

Jerking away from the throbbing heat, you feel your face flood, instantly, in embarrassment. You curse yourself for being so skittish, but you aren’t used to being in such an intimate setting with another body, used to a quick and mostly unsatisfying romp in the sheets, followed by a swift exit and an awkward Uber ride back to your dorm room. This, however, feels intimate.

You think, mind whirring, it’s just the morning, he can’t help it. It’s perfectly natural. You’re the one making it weird. Just get up normally and he’ll let you g-

“Don’t move so much,” Hoseok grumbles, voice thick and rough and so deep with sleep that you feel tingles break out all over your body. His grip only tightens fractionally around your middle and you feel him pull himself closer to you, if that’s even possible. “You’re so warm, sunshine.”

“Mphm, Hobi,” you grumble, struggling to worm your way out of his steel-like grip. For someone who’s half-asleep, he sure likes to hold on tight. You feel bad for the plushies that Joon says he steals off his bed. You say, quickly, trying to avoid rubbing against his arousal, “I need to pee!”

“Liar,” he whispers against the skin of your shoulder, dry lips pressing briefly against your skin, so light that it feels as if he’s kissing you. He still sounds out of it, disorientated even. “You just want to leave me.”

Huffing, you wiggle harder, actively pulling yourself away from him, but he only lets out a growl of disapproval. You say, “When you wake up properly, you’re going to be so embarrassed.”

“Nothin’ to be ‘barrassed about,” he sulks, nosing into your neck, as if burrowing for more warmth. “’s normal for me to hold you like this.”

That’s where you snap, nails gripping into the meat of his forearm and shake him.

“Pressing your hard dick into my back is the antithesis of normal, Hobi,” you snap.

At that, he lets you go as if your body had just spontaneously combusted, nearly throwing himself away from you, a wall of cold air replacing the blanket of warmth that you had just been swaddled in. You barely have time to miss the feeling before you see his face crack into something you could only liken to horror.

“’m sorry!” He stammers, sitting up but covering himself with a pillow, cheeks so ruddy that you are sure that if you touched them, they would be burning with warmth. He mutters, twisting his fingers in the deep green covers, “It’s morning and I- I wasn’t thinking.”

Feeling guilty over his embarrassed appearance, you say, “It’s fine. No harm, no foul.”

He slides out of bed, shivering a little at the cold of the bedroom, before jerking his thumb to the bathroom, awkwardly. He avoids your eyes as he mumbles, “I’ll go, uh, take care of this.”

If you didn’t think your cheeks could burn any hotter, you were wrong.

“Jerk!” You toss the plushie at his head, which he ducks out of and, giggling, disappears into the bathroom.

The shower flicks on in the distance and you drown out the potential sounds of the bathroom by getting out of bed and exploring the house. Your head aches, but there’s two tablets and a bottle of water on the bedside table that you neck down instantly.

“Thanks for the medication, Yoon,” you say, softly, as you walk into the kitchen. The blond had been standing at the sink, his slender back facing you, draped in a mass of material and his narrow waist hidden from your sight, as he chewed listlessly on some of Taehyung’s mango chips.

He offers you the bag with a small smile and the two of you giggle, remembering the time Tae almost killed you in the backseat because you ate them all without asking. Well, Yoongi took most of the blame, but you definitely enjoyed more than your fair share.

“Sit with me while I cook,” he declares, and even though it should sound like a question, you wouldn’t be able to deny him even if you tried.

You hop onto the sideboard and kick your feet as you watch him expertly flit around the kitchen, snapping off the yellow washing up gloves after he had finished hand-washing the mess from last night and moving to the oven. Open flames burst from the hob and within minutes, he has a mass of bubbling hobs on the go, without issue.

“There’s a reason why I’m not allowed in the kitchen by myself,” you joke. “I would have burned myself to high hell already.”

He glances your way, briefly. “You don’t cook at all?”

“I try,” you say, before tossing another mango chip into your mouth. “My Mom says I’m hopeless with anything domestic.”

“That’s okay,” he answers, unbothered. “I’ll teach you. And anything I can’t teach you, I’ll do for you. There – no problem.”

You don’t know why but his words make your stomach feel as if a medley of butterflies had just been released and you can barely hide your smile before you ask, “Can you sew?”

“For that, you’ll have to ask Jiminie,” he says, begrudgingly. “He’s always been the one to adjust our clothes since we were kids.”

You inquire, curiosity piqued – the idea of a mini-Jimin sewing up holes in the knees of Joon’s scruffy jeans, or the split seams of Jin’s shirts when he started growing too big for his clothes, making you coo internally. “Who taught him?”

“My Mom did,” a voice calls from the hallway. Jimin saunters into the room, already dressed, hair still damp and a towel draped around his shoulders. He looks at you, eyes bright with concern. “Are you feeling better? I heard our baby got too drunk last night.”

The nickname doesn’t even give you pause anymore, considering the medley of monikers they’ve given you against your will. Despite the fact that you’re actually older than Taehyung and Jungkook, and therefore the furthest from the baby of the group, you feel warmed by the pet name.

Pouting, you nod. “I feel much better. Yoon made sure I got tablets, and he cuddled me last night. Hobi, too. It was nice.”

“And I missed out on that?” He asks, quirking his brow as he approaches you. He nudges your knees apart in a surprisingly daring act, and wraps his arms around your middle, pressing his nose to your collar. “You smell like hyung.”

“I did sleep in his bed,” you mutter, shyly. Unable to stop yourself, you grab the tail end of the damp towel and sop up the trails of water that have dripped from his hair and lead down the neck of his shirt. You complain, “You’re going to catch a cold.”

“You’ll keep me warm,” he murmurs against your skin. “Sleep with me tonight, won’t you, YN?”

Yoongi snorts from where he’s frying some kimchi pancakes in the small pan. “Now that you’ve started this tradition, I hope you don’t plan on sleeping alone any time soon, YN.”

Jimin huffs at him. “Don’t start, hyung. You got to sleep with her, so did Hobi-hyung. And Joonie got to sleep in her room. I haven’t even been in her room. You guys are being so unfair.”

He’s practically stamping his bare feet on the linoleum before you let out a light giggle at his childish, bratty antics. “Fine, fine. I’ll sleep with you tonight. I hope you don’t mind that I talk in my sleep.”

He looks at you, skin glistening and smelling faintly of aloe and eucalyptus, directly into your eyes, holding your gaze for a beat. “As long as you’re with me, honey, I won’t mind if you do anything.”

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After breakfast in bed with Jimin, Hoseok and Yoongi all piled around you like a pack of baby bears, watching one of Hoseok’s shows on Netflix (“Shut up, Jimin! If I miss any more of this because of your infernal mouth-breathing, I’m going to shave your eyebrows off. Again!”), you find yourself being whisked away by a well-dressed Jin.

“I’ve got a meeting with my father,” he says, once you make a face at his expensive suit and tie, even though it’s definitely Saturday and it isn’t even noon. “Do I meet your expectations, petal?”

You roll your eyes at his smug expression, but you nod, excitedly. “You really do look like an idol.”

“God didn’t give me this face for no reason,” he says, gesturing to his puffy lips with a wink. “Isn’t that Jungkook’s shirt?”

You look down at the button up that you had been handed by a sleepy Taehyung (really, he’d shoved it into your hands before he fell back asleep in your lap, dribbling into the crease of your thigh), and nod, vaguely. “Maybe?”

“It smells like him,” he comments, lips turning down. “I should have given you my shirt. Quick, YN. Get changed into mine.”

“Why?” You ask, laughing at his conspiratorial look. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“I just- I want you to smell like me, is all,” he replies, pouting. “You spend so much time with the others… I don’t get to be with you as much.”

You move to deny his statement, but honestly, you can’t. You say, reaching for the sleeve of his blazer, “How about… After your meeting, how about we go for some food together? Just us?”

The way his eyes glitter at your words makes it all worth it. Despite the rolling of your stomach, the brilliance of his smile makes you feel as if you had somehow saved the nation.

“Let’s go, YN,” he says, grabbing your hand and leading you out of the apartment. He doesn’t let go of your hand the whole drive to his Dad’s building, holding it over the console, running his thumb along the seam of your index finger, only letting you go to change gears, before swiftly knitting your fingers back together, as if it had always belonged there.

Arriving at his father’s building, you feel significantly out of your depth.

“It’s huge, right?” The tall man says, staring up at the skyrise with barely concealed repugnance in his eyes. “Just being here brings my mood down. Knowing it exists makes me feel sick.”

You let out a soft sigh, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. He looks down at you, as if realising you’re still by his side. “I’ll be here for you, you do know that, right?”

He lets out a barely-there smile before setting his jaw. “I’ll be back out in an hour or so. You can sleep in the backseat, if you want.”

“I’m not coming in?”

He looks over at you, surprise raising his brows to nearly his hairline. “You want to meet my father?”

“I mean… I’m not opposed to it,” you mumble, feeling strangely put out. “You don’t want me to meet him?”

His smile dims slightly. “I want a lot of things, petal. I can’t get all of them.”

Then, he’s off, jaw hard and his expression so distant that it makes your heart clench in your chest.

You grab your phone and fire off a text to the only person you can think to ask.

Joonie… Jin and his dad have a bad relationship, right?

He replies within moments. Is he with him now?

He just left for the meeting.

Shit… Okay, after the meeting, he might be a little scary to you, or distant. But he doesn’t mean it, okay? His Dad brings out the worst in him.

Can I ask why?

Jin-hyung is the only one who can tell you that, baby girl.

Okay. Thank you for being honest.

Anything for you.

Deciding to sleep rather than stress out over the occurrences in the room hundreds of meters in the air, you slide off your shoes and curl up, using your coat as a blanket. You don’t think Jin will be back for a while, so with that thought in mind, you end up drifting off, the image of a happier, content Seokjin being the last thing you see.

/

The door slams open and closed with such force, the car shakes, waking you with a start. You look over, eyes still bleary with sleep, to see a murderous-looking Jin, eyes black with rage and his jaw wound so taut, you’re sure it hurts.

“Jin-”

“Not now,” he growls, tone clipped and ice-cold.

The sight and sound of him makes your jaw snap closed, shoulders stiffened with discomfort and, honestly, a small bit of fear. You care for Jin, a lot more than you feel is normal, but this side of him, you aren’t used to.

He glances at you, briefly, before letting out a soft sigh, wincing at the sight of you – withdrawing from him. He reaches across the console, and with a quick squeeze of your hand, he says, quieter, “Please, YN. I don’t want to take it out on you, so just… give me some time, okay?”

You nod. “Okay.”

His eyes plead with you to understand. “Petal…”

“I’m giving you space, Jin,” you say, removing your hand from his and curling it in your lap, the skin burning.

He sighs, returning his hand to the steering wheel and pulling away from the building. Although you are moving away from the cause of his stress, it feels as if the stiffness in the air only grows the longer you are both in the car. Rather than moving towards the dorm, you realise that Jin is driving you in a direction that you’ve never been before.

“What-” You catch yourself before you make another mistake by bothering him, crossing your arms over your chest and glaring, obstinately, out of the front window. You drive and drive and drive, until you start to feel sleepy again. And it’s only when you actually do drift off that he puts the car into park and you hear him shift his body to face you. You glance around – you’re in a fairly empty car park atop a hill, overlooking the Seoul mid-afternoon skyline. You can imagine that it would be awfully beautiful at night.

“Can you look at me, petal?”

You refuse, staring straight ahead.

He lets out a frustrated sigh. “Please, YN.”

A small part of your anger melts at the way he says your name.

He twists his hands in his lap, nervously, and shifts in his seat. “I don’t want you to be mad at me.”

“Then, you shouldn’t have spoken to me like that,” you reply, simply. “I didn’t realise me being here would have put you in such a bad mood. I wouldn’t have come if I knew.”

“Don’t say that,” he implores, weakly. “I always want you around.”

“Sure, you do,” you sass back.

He reaches, limply, for your wrist, and you against your better judgement and bruised ego, you let him take it.

“You’re so precious to me, to all of us. I just-” He lets out a disappointed noise in the back of his throat, holding onto you like a lifeline. “Sometimes, I wish I had never been born.”

This piques your interest, having never experienced this side of him. “What do you mean?”

He doesn’t meet your eyes, simply choosing to focus on the veins beneath your skin, tracking them obsessively with his eyes. Not in hunger, but as a reminder that you are here, that you are present and with him in the moment.

He continues, “I’ve always been the oldest of our cluster, meaning I had a lot of responsibilities from a young age, like most hyungs do. I did what I had to do, I loved my little brothers and cared for my cluster, following Namjoon’s orders and being the best I can be. But… Why is it never enough, YN?”

You turn to him now, brow puckering as his eyes lose focus and he becomes consumed with his thoughts.

“Why is it never enough for him? Nothing I do, nothing I say. It’s always nothing but shit to him. He looks at me like he wishes I were dead,” he says, and the honesty in his expression blows a hole in your chest. You feel as if he’s ripped your heart out with his bare hands. You knit your fingers with his, shuffling forward slightly so your knees are touching.

“I told you my brother is supposed to be CEO of the company in my father’s stead, right? Well, that’s unlikely to happen, considering he’s busy fucking through half of Europe, blowing our Dad’s money on hookers and expensive blood stimulant drugs. He won’t have to take that responsibility until he’s ready, just because he’s the oldest. But me? I’m forced to go to a university I hate, study a degree I despise for a man I would much rather never see again.”

“Jinnie…”

“He never sees my brother as in the wrong, no matter what he does,” he complains, grip tight on your hand. “But me, if I get anything less than a hundred on a test, or if I miss class because I have to work because I would rather starve than take his fucking money, I won’t hear the end of it for days.”

“He tears me down until there’s nothing left,” he growls. “He makes me so angry, and then I do the same thing that he always does. I get distant. I feel nothing inside, because that’s better than feeling everything and breaking down so pathetically like this.”

“You aren’t pathetic, Jin,” you tell him, pushing some of his dark hair out of his watery eyes. “You’re so strong and so important to me. To all of us.”

He lets out a shaky breath, hands trembling. “Just living in that apartment, knowing that he’ll willingly throw it back in my face, makes me so angry. But I do it. Because the boys need somewhere to live. And I wouldn’t forgive myself if I let them suffer because of my stupid pride.”

He cards a hand through his hair, forehead damp with sweat. He’s overwhelming himself into a panic.

“I hate him, YN. I hate how he never acknowledges anything that I do. I hate how he always takes my brother’s side,” he says, and when he finally looks at you again, his eyes are laced with pain and you practically feel his soul crying out for you. You grab his hand tighter when he chokes out a sob. “I hate that I keep wanting him to be proud of me.”

“It’s okay, Jin,” you soothe, crawling over and opening your arms for him to wrap himself around you. Patting his back, gently, you rub your hand in small, rhythmic circles, and whisper sweet nothings into his ear. “It’s okay to want his approval. He’s your father, this successful mogul, and the person who you have been looking up to for your whole life. You don’t have to feel stupid for wanting him to say he’s proud of you.”

He lets out a broken whine at your words, pulling your hand to his lips as he breathes against the skin. “I don’t know what to do anymore.”

You pull him in close, pressing dry kisses to his temple and letting him rest his face in the crook of your neck. The angle is awkward because he’s so much bigger than you, but he seems to need it regardless.

“You’re okay.”

“You’re safe.”

“I’m proud of you.”

“You aren’t alone.”

“We care for you.”

“You’re so strong.”

You keep the one thing you can feel bursting from behind your lips to yourself, too scared to ruin the atmosphere of trust that he had given you. You feel his tears stain your shirt, but you pay it little mind. This is about Seokjin – the one person who you had always looked at as a pillar of strength and playfulness. Little did you know, there was a maelstrom of pain and anguish hidden behind his bright smile.

Once his breathing calms and the tears have dried on his cheeks, you take a good look at him, watery eyes, pink cheeks, red-raw lips from where he’d bitten them to keep the sobs at bay, and you feel your earlier displeasure dissolve into nothingness. How stupid must you have been to have held something so petty over his head when he had needed comforting so much.

“Honey…”

He scoffs, lightly, scrubbing at his face with his sleeve, staring down at his large hands. “You and Jimin are the same, only using that nickname when you feel sorry for me. Or, when you want something.”

“I’ll call you honey all the time from now on,” you promise, reaching for his hand. He looks at where your hands are joined, sniffing a little more, and your heart aches at how much of a pathetic figure he seems, all scrunched up in the corner of his car. “You can talk to me, honey.”

He groans, staring at the roof of the car. “My brother isn’t exactly business-friendly. He’d wreck my Dad’s company in a year, tops, but my father has a very traditional mindset. He thinks because hyung is older, he deserves to run the company, no matter how bad his personality is. Unfortunately, that means I’m the one who has to pick up the slack, as his younger brother.”

He turns your hands over, playing with the ring on his finger, idly. “I didn’t want to do business, you know.”

“I can tell,” you say, softly, stroking his fingers in a gesture of comfort. “What did you want to do?”

He lets out a humourless laugh. “I wanted to act.”

And, honestly. It makes sense. Jin’s personality favours the ostentatious, the bright and the loud, the melodramatics of theatre fit his persona perfectly.

You ask, “Wanted, as in past tense?”

He glances at you. “It’s not like there aren’t supernatural actors. Lee Minho is a selkie.” His eyes widen, slightly, and he murmurs, contritely, “Oh, I shouldn’t have told you that. Well, you won’t tell anyone. I trust you.”

It doesn’t even surprise you anymore, so you simply smile at his admission and continue to draw soft shapes on the back of his hand.

“The first time I saw my father laugh was the day I told him I wanted to act,” he says, resentfully. “He said that there was no way someone as uninteresting as me could entertain anyone. He said that I should only focus on what I was good at – studies – and that I should throw my stupid dreams of acting out of my mind before he beat some sense into me.”

You decide, instantly, that you hated his Dad more than you’ve hated anyone else in your life.

Cautiously, you ask, brow puckering, “He didn’t ever… you know, hit you, did he?”

“Sometimes,” Jin replies. “Nothing I couldn’t handle. It wasn’t like I didn’t deserve it. I was a flighty kid, even more than I am now, so… Yeah.”

“Nobody deserves to get hit, Jin,” you tell him, eyes shining with unshed tears. “I’m really… I’m just sorry this happened to you.”

He smiles, softly, and wipes his thumb across your cheek, catching a stray tear and flicking it away. “Don’t cry for me, YN. I’m made of tougher stuff.”

“I’m not,” you grumble, holding his hand a little tighter. “I’m upset for you.”

He chuckles, wetly, at your scowl, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a quick kiss there. “You’re so cute.”

His smile slowly disappears as he stares out at the city in front of the two of you, hands intertwined over the console in the car, before he sits up a little straighter. “Once I graduate, I’m leaving.”

The bottom of your stomach falls out at his words, instantly, at his words.

Drawing away, slightly, you ask, “W-What do you mean ‘leaving’?”

“I don’t want to stay here anymore,” he admits, quietly. “I’ve already talked to Joonie about it, and he’s willing to let me go.”

“Seokjin.”

He looks over at you, surprised by the hard tone of your voice, and his eyes widen even more at the sight of the tears in your eyes. “What’s wrong, petal?”

“You can’t leave us,” you tell him, gripping his sleeve, as if he’s getting ready to go away now. “W-What are we supposed to do?”

“I’m not leaving forever, petal,” he says, softly, reaching to tuck some hair behind your ear. “Just a year or so. To find myself, you know? It’ll be good for me.”

You still can’t make sense of the agony rushing through your system. The idea of not seeing Jin, of not hearing his loud laugh or seeing the mop of dark hair poking out of the burrito of blankets in the living room at 3am when both of you can’t sleep. Or, holding his hand in the dark under those same sheets and feeling his slow heartbeat pulse against your ear, lulling you to sleep.

You can’t say anything, not wanting to guilt him for wanting to explore, but also being unable to force yourself to support him either.

You simply can’t imagine him being absent from your life, it just doesn’t make sense.

- end -

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[werezmastarbucks]

U N13

U N7 masterlist 8/14

word count: 3302

music: bloodsport by raleigh ritchie

you don't listen to U N7 anymore because it just doesn't feel right.

feelings are neatly arranged in your soul, they slowly drift in pairs as you watch new snow curl and rush past the window at the end of January. suddenly the time slows down and you begin enjoying your job again. almost all your students, except one, return. Yoongi doesn't have a significant fallout, his mastery is relatively the same as when you left. you ask him again if he studied by himself and he just shrugs.

"it hasn't been that long".

whether it's your new lighter attitude, or Yoongi's evolution of character, but it feels like he's become a little more charming and restless. he's moving around the classroom now, cracks jokes more often and overall seems happier. he talks about the upcoming album all the time and foresees the tour in summer, rubbing his hands together. a new brand reached out to him, so now he is a double ambassador, the boy with puffy soft cheeks in an old hoodie.

you make him and Hoseok tell you in detail about all of the things they have been doing while you were away, in English. making full lessons out of it. Hobi is flexing his new vocabulary and tells you about the videos he's been filming, rapping a little bit of new lyrics to you, showing his new clothes.

Yoongi is introspective, telling you about the lack of insomnia in his life for the first time in years. it's so nice listening to them. the first spring flowers in the shops are imported and feel absolutely unreal when you buy them on the cold, windy street, to take home. puddles pull on the streets and freeze over night and Joonie slips and falls badly on his knee and has to walk around in a splint. slowly, with a cane. Jimin is away on his honeymoon otherwise he'd be making fun of him. now it's Jungkook's job.

you drop the strawberries into the bowl and open the little cupboard door to search for baking soda. the process of cleaning, cutting, working in the kitchen is very soothing to you, therapeutic. at first, the boys were looking a little uneasy (everybody except Tae) when you came over simply to do their dishes. even Yuna asked you what you were doing. but you often ate in their studio kitchen since you had lessons a floor below and worked on materials there. so you did all the dishes. with time it became a habit. now they just say thank you and put their plates carefully into the sink when you're around. you find it right to help them out like that since they don't have a manager or a chores assistant to do that. no reason. just plain neglect due to familiarity.

you cut the butts off the strawberries and rinse them in water again. one berry after another. this kitchen is a bit smaller, the studio itself is dimmer, greener, it has a distinct Yoongi vibe, quiet. the kitchen is green and the room is black. you put the strawberries in the bowl on the table and walk back with a couple in your hand.

he is sitting with his feet on the chair, slippers lying down in chaos under. like a monkey. the bracelet is clacking on the desk every time he drops his hand.

"ready?"

you show him strawberries and he simply opens his mouth, you shove them inside. he presses play. you lick the pink juice off your palm that just touched his lips.

you listen to the songs, brain altering under the pressure of the new sound, the new lyrics that haven't been ever put together in this specific sequence up until now. like a newborn baby, the music that hasn't hit the market yet. it's beautiful and fresh, you hear their voices that you can, after all these years, tell from each other even by the hum. the new bts remind you of those travelling musicians they had sung about long time ago. their solo breaks have done so much to the quality of music it's obvious it was a great decision. Yoongi has brought back his yapping shrieking voice that sounds so attractive. it makes the muscles... well, the same old stuff. he comments on each song: this one's not mixed up yet. this one only has vocals. this one i don't like, don't know what to do with it yet. it's gonna kill me. this one is the best. in this one you can hear Jungookie sneeze in the background. i kept it.

you're standing there, listening and watching him, and asking yourself what you are. a couple of people listening to new music in the mixing studio. your right palm is still warm with the impression of his mouth. you feel shy telling him your feedback in full, you don't want to sound too enthusiastic out of the old habit. don't chase the man, let the man chase you... although you know for sure this is what hurts Yoongi the most. so you let yourself sob a little out of the weird emotion, a mix of pride, like on the Grammys night, and sentimentality, and jealousy. what they have, the seven of them, is historical. the bond that they all have cherished and honed with equal rigour and care. the real thing always shines bright, it's unmistakeable. Yoongi bites his lips and gets timid about it. he shrugs. it's just us.

"are there more strawberries?" he asks. you say that they are in the kitchen.

you walk together, your throat craves a sweet drink. you look at your palm mindlessly and dive into the cupboard again.

"you still going to the gym at ten?" he asks.

"yeah".

by now it's a sure ritual. when you're lucky there's even fewer than ten people there with you and it's not crowded.

"i'll start again, too. i know i'll die in the summer when we start touring".

February is nigh and you have only the spring months before they leave for almost a whole year. you imagine it as another break and a trial at the same time. you nod. Jungkook and Jimin reported suspiciously little about him once you returned. usually they let you know about his every move that may be of any significance in their opinion. them three with Yuri started a fucking group chat that they named HESCGC (happy ending secret coalition group chat) where they consoled you and discussed Yoongi sometimes. it's insane. it's been inactive for a while, actually. Jungkook only said, yeah, we've been super busy. Yoongi hyung makes us rerecord every second word he doesn't like, he's gone full producer over the years and we hate it here. has he finally given up? or just saw you at the airport and instantly picked up on the change? you were in pain from trying to refrain from asking them. how has he been? has he spoken about me? has he dated anybody? it's like trying to hold down a dog that's itching to get off the leash. slowly, steadily, you are convincing yourself to take it slow. slow and calm. you are all far too mature to behave like this.

"you still here?"

you turn to him. Yoongi is flipping the slipper on his toe, swaying his foot under the table.

"haven't slept?"

"what are you talking about?"

"you're just standing there like a zombie. i don't mind. it's just funny".

you frown and wave him off, get back to your coffee.

frankly speaking you feel you'll get angry if he starts hitting on you. six and a half fucking years you've waited for him. what angers you even more is that you are still waiting for him. you want to smack yourself. you wonder why you have never tried smacking this love out of yourself before. like jumping under a car of falling down the stairs. cognitive recalibration. maybe you could get amnesia and forget all about him.

him and his freaking little ponytail on the top of his head, he looks like a samurai that goes crazy over Nike. he simply puts the hair away from the face and you can't move. you do the same, you have your hair away and on the back of your head, revealing shoulders. sometimes men, coworkers, idols, producers, look at you. some of them already heard the rumors about you going on dates and fucking every other man in Hybe. that's how the gossip travels. it's been there for a while. whether it's the foreigner stereotype, jealousy that Park Jimin is running after you like a puppy, or the stalker whispering things on lunch breaks. the boys form a wall around you, act like they heard nothing. Yoongi doesn't even entertain these rumors. at the end of the day, nobody can prove it and nobody can push you against the wall. in the gym, there's usually at least one Bangtan boy behind your back with an angry face. now he's looking like he could choke you and you'd say thanks. he wipes the sweat off his face and puffs his cheeks after returning the bar back on its place. his back is a menace. always been. the waist line is getting more and more defined as he grows older. you sometimes forget he is already thirty-six, he stopped aging after thirty-two. just the magic of his genetics. the only thing that changes about him is that he becomes softer and softer, like a melting marshmellow.

you walk to the leg press and see there's a fifty plate on each end.

"Yoongi-ah!"

he doesn't hear, too far away and wearing his earbuds.

you travel across the room, ignoring the guy doing his routine, who raises his head to you. you don't remember his name, it's either Dojin or Seongjin and he's a sound designer.

you tap him on the shoulder. Yoongi swings his arm to relax it and nearly hits you on the face.

"huh? sorry".

"there's fifty plates on the leg press, i can't take them off".

he walks behind you to help, removes the plates. Yoongi is an oxymoron, sexy as hell but he squats like an old man when he puts the plates down by the wall.

"need help?"

"no, thanks".

he is a little hesitant. he still remembers the panic in Jungkook's voice when maknae was yelling at you for toying with this machine while pushing forty. you always unbend your legs completely, and he always tells you you can't do that.

"okay".

Yoongi is perhaps traumatized by the mansplaining bite, just like he lingers on your comment about the height. so he retreats.

but generally you ask him for advice and help more freely these days. it's not the silent co-training alone anymore. more and more often he walks over unprovoked and starts correcting you, or assisting, or asks for water or chapstick because he keeps forgetting things.

he notices you lying down on the floor and watching your foot in the mirror. your hands wrapped around the sole, massaging. the punching bag is still swinging and it looks like it attacked you instead. you see his shoes walk away and then return and stop.

"you okay?"

you love his intonations. they rise and fall like waves.

"yes".

he walks towards you.

"did you kick it?"

you hum in confirmation and his eyes wander over to the bag.

"it's too heavy".

"you gotta teach me. it keeps hurting my hands. look", you show him the fist with pink knuckles and a little swelling from several days ago. Yoongi takes your foot instead and feels if it hurts too much. his hands are ridiculously big against it.

"first of all you won't kick. you have no stretch".

"thanks".

"well, you have to start with hands. also, it always hurts. why would you want to learn to fight?"

he's on his knees before you, eyes laced with amusement. the floor is cold and you try to pick yourself up. Yoongi lets go of your foot and sits down.

"so that i can punch my pussy guy in the face".

"aaah. i almost forgot about him. he seems reluctant, no? not sure if he really wants you".

he grins for a second, showing teeth.

"have there been any notes while i was away?"

"no, why?"

"sent flowers to my apartment the day before i left, back in September".

the grin slides off him.

"really? and what did he say?"

you shrug.

"i didn't read it. just threw it away".

it's your turn to smile. Yoongi stares you down for a second. then stands up with a sigh.

"show me your posture".

you heave yourself up quickly, through the pain, and try your foot. pain fades a little, unwillingly. nothing's broken, just the weakness leaving the body.

Yoongi's fingers press lightly between your shoulders, then hand adjusts you by the waist. you recall dancing with him when this hand was guiding the movements of your whole body. he explains how you should stand, throw a punch, move your hips, arch your shoulders. he's the kick boxer. he throws street punches making himself big, like he gathers all his size up just before hitting. he's incredibly fast, too. bam! the punching bag that feels like a wall to you, swings wide as the chain rattles. he demonstrates and then tells you to repeat. you throw a kitten punch, making him chuckle.

"you need to buy tape", he says, "if the gloves don't fit".

he actually starts looking a bit guilty and scratches his ear as his eyes drop down to your red hands.

every time you're at the gym, you waste more and more of his time on this. Yoongi never tells you no and that he needs to do his own thing. he says,

"finally, something i am better than you at".

you think it's a joke but let him be adorably proud.

it's almost like dating. he always rocks long black shorts and you start associating them with romance. the dark February skies outside the tall windows slowly turn into the black March skies. you ask him what he wants to do for his birthday. as usual. he says that, as usual, nothing. you wonder out loud when the day will come, when he starts celebrating. there is something to celebrate. Yoongi says that it's not like he doesn't. every year, the boys throw him a party even though he asks them not to. so it's not like nothing happens. you smile, realizing how he manages to appreciate things in a special quiet way, how he interprets everything so meaningfully. you slide the tips of your fingers in between red knuckles. they are rough, and the rest of your palm is smooth.

you catch him watching you as he sits down to rest on a bench. the gym is empty.

"don't forget the fight is not only about the physical", he says from over there. "you need to be smart".

you nod.

"throat, knees, balls".

"use your fingers, too".

you look up.

"like, to gouge his eyes?"

"like to call me".

he tilts his head forward and rakes his hair, releasing it from the ponytail. it's been months and it's getting long again.

should this connection happen last year, gym would've been exhausting. constant presence of him, hearing him pant next to you, his touch on your body, helping or stopping you. he even sometimes grabs your knee not to let you unbend the leg completely. you stop wondering. stop creating fake scenarios in your head about what he thinks, and whether he wants to leave or whatever. he clearly doesn't. he clearly enjoys working out with you. he's like that dog that walks by itself to you so you understand it likes you. there's nothing to question here. you just take it. you're finally - kind of - getting what you wanted, and, miraculously, you don't seem to care. it's a pang of empty pain. you are in his league and have always been. you willed, grew yourself into it. you die to talk to Jimin about it; his absence in your life is gaping, he barely texts you anymore. there's still love between you, you can see he misses you from his infrequent messages. but he's in a good place where he doesn't really need you anymore.

"are you crying?"

you raise your head, and the light blinds you. you wipe your eye with a fist.

"no. just missing Jiminie cricket".

he hums and sits next to you on the bench. you tie your sneakers better after treadmill. your chest is still heaving, heart racing. there must be sweaty heat coming off your body.

"me too. he's coming back soon".

"i miss having loser night parties with him".

Yoongi's face becomes soft.

"he would always race through Seoul to be with me and bring food when i was breaking down".

you bite your tongue but it's too late.

"what were you breaking down about?" he asks simply. without any of those nasty, suggestive undertones.

"stuff. it was hard for me the first couple of years".

"i remember. you used to cry a lot".

he nods to himself. the heart slowly steadies itself.

"don't cry anymore".

"good. nobody's worth it. not the guy who refused to dance with you, for sure".

"oh", you chuckle out of surprise. "yeah no, that's in the past".

he really has no idea, does he? or is he that good at ignoring the reality?

he crunches his button nose and sniffs.

"you ready to go?"

at night, on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, he gives you lifts home. you both are usually too tired to speak in the car. body aches, head hums. you don't get burnt out anymore because the biggest stress factor is gone from your life: your own insanity. it's just you and Min Yoongi the prettiest guy in Seoul in the car. one night a song comes up on the radio and he turns up the volume. brightens up a bit, even shaking off some of the sleepiness.

"ha, there we go".

"what is it?"

it sounds familiar.

"do you not recognize it? shame on you, y/n".

you do, after a couple of seconds, as Jungkook's voice comes through the speakers. the blue crystal voice.

that faint voice of yours that grazed me please call my name one more time i’m standing still under the frozen light, but i will walk towards you, step by step still with you

you never listened to it again after Yuri told you it's about you and Yoongi. it sounded very beautiful, it sounded like it would tear your ribs out one by one if you really listened to the lyrics. now the tsunami crashes on you like you're a lonely palm tree on the beach.

"it's so pretty", Yoongi comments, smiling to the street unfolding ahead. "nice that they are still playing it. Kookie is so good".

your teeth tear out skin off your lip as you disintegrate on the passenger seat. he has no idea and might never have. the old ache clutches your heart, muscles of your stomach contracting so strongly it feels like suddenly you cramp. it's the pain of the last six years, sweet like blood, bubbling, burning you. the kissing with Taehyung, trying to drown this agony out in each other. the empty, lonely streets of your neighbourhood where you were dreaming to hold his hand. you have no idea how the maknae did it, but this song is chewing at your guts. somebody acknowledges the poetic, beautiful and unfixable condition of you. he really must love you very much to understand this much. everybody loves you, you think, spiteful. everybody, except Yoongi. no, you're not cool with it, not cool. you need to get the fuck away from him.

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[hufflepuffwriter1995]

Title: Falling for My Tutor  

Fandom: BTS 

Pairing: Tutor!Namjoon x Popular!Reader 

Warnings: None, just fluff and Namjoon missing the signs 

Inspired by: @rpwprpwprpwprw https://www.tumblr.com/rpwprpwprpwprw/773164751784165376?source=share

Authors Note: This is roughly edited with the free version of Grammarly. Also, I am slowly getting back into my writing so if its horrible please just bare with me. I swear, I will get to my usual quality soon enough. Please let me know you if you enjoy this or want a personal quest. I also have my own Patreon that I will soon be getting up and going as well.

  “Um, Hobi Hyung isn’t here.” Kim Namjoon stuttered as he opened the door, his eyes widening at seeing you standing on the other side. From the moment he began rooming with Hoseok, your best friend, he found himself catching feelings. You were kind, funny and smart. The fact that you were honestly the most popular girl on campus, a fact that didn’t seem to even occur to you, made him fall harder. Your popularity didn’t seem to even be something you registered. From the moment he pieced together that he was gaining feelings for you, he tried to avoid you, not wanting to make himself an awkward mess around you. 

  “I know, I just left him messing around with Oppa Jin in the courtyard. I actually came to see you.” You sent him a smile so sweet that he was left a flustered mess. He knew he was deep crimson as he stared at you, earning a sweet girl from you. 

  “Me?”

  “Yes. I was hoping you could help me. I am failing chemistry and Hobi mentioned you were at the top of the class. I was hoping you would be so kind as to tutor me. I will pay you of course.” Namjoon couldn’t help but watch you, waiting for the show to drop before slowly nodding. 

  “Yeah, I can… and um you don’t need to pay me. I’d be uh honoured to help you.” He rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke, watching you send him a thankful smile. “If you want we can uh you know start now?” 

   “Really? Oh, thank you Namjoon!” Before he could react your arms were around him, your body pressed against his as you hugged him. Slowly he wrapped his arms around you, holding you as gently as possible.  

   “Oh of course.” He mutters, pulling away after a moment to usher you into the room, sitting down at the table and pulling out his book. “Where um are you starting to struggle?” 

   “Organic.” You say as you settle beside him, close enough that he can feel you pressed against his side. “It always manages to confuse me.” 

  “Then uh let's start from the very beginning.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

   “Jooni!” You scream as you come running towards him, instantly getting hushed by the librarian. Sending her a soft smile and a whispered thank you, you continue towards the boy you had started to fall for. It had been a little over two months since Namjoon began tutoring you and in that time you had not only grown much better in organic chemistry, becoming a solid 80% student, but you also fell in love with him.  Of course, you had always found him handsome and had even told Hobi as much, earning a solid year of playful teasing from the man who had become a brother to you. Getting to know him though, you had fully fallen for the boy. 

   You had begun to flirt with him, leaving soft little touchers against his arm, calling him honey, or darling. You had even gone as far as calling him handsome, which resulted in him having a coughing fit and turning into a deep shade of crimson. He hadn’t been able to look in your direction for the first week after that. Still, he didn’t seem to make him understand, couldn’t get him to realize you had a thing for him. Which is why you had decided you were fully going to step up your game. 

   “Hello Y/N/N, how did your last test go?” He asked, fixing his glasses on his nose as he closed his book. His gaze flickered to your eyes before looking away again. He never had been all that good at keeping your gaze. 

  “My latest test, I got a perfect score.” He instantly throws a wide grin at you, a look of complete pride in his eyes. 

   “That’s amazing, I am so proud of you.” He said, his words causing you to blush, a small giggle escaping you as you leaned forward and brushed your lips against his cheek. Pulling away, you started giggling again, noticing the almost panicked look on his face. 

  “Thank you, that means so much to me Jooni.” You say, squeezing his hand in yours. 

  “I… just… um… I thank you.” He stuttered, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. The sigh had you swooning and before you could stop yourself, you brushed a hand through his hair, pleased to find that it was just as soft as you always dreamed it to be. At your touch he choked on air, blinking at you. 

  “You are so handsome, you know that right Jooni?” Before he could answer, arms were thrown around your shoulders, alerting you to the presence of none other than Jungkook. The younger boy hugged you tightly, tattooed arm wrapped tightly against your waist. 

  “Noona did you forget about me!” He pouted. “You promised to help me get Jessica to date me.” 

  “Right. Jooni I have to help with this one, I will see you tomorrow. I’ll bring you coffee.” Breaking free of Jungkook’s hold, you leaned over and pressed a kiss to Namjoon’s cheek, causing him to flush. 

  “You better be careful noona, or you may break Namjoon Hyung.” 

  “Don’t tease him, Kook, that’s rude.” You scold, shaking your head before hugging Namjoon again. “Don’t listen to him Jooni, I know you could handle me.” This left Namjoon in a stuttering mess, which only caused Jungkook to laugh. Shaking your head, you tug the younger boy out of the library, leaving Namjoon behind. 

  As he watched you leaving, Jungkook beside you, he couldn’t get your actions out of his head. Did they mean something? Did you like him and what did you mean by you knew he could handle you? 

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~  

   “Has he figured it out yet?” Jimin asked over dinner, his arm wrapped around his girlfriend. 

  “No, at least I don’t think so.” You sigh a small pout on your lips. It had been another week since you kissed Namjoon’s cheek, assuring him he could handle you, and nothing had changed. He was still his usual self, seemingly unaware of your advances. “Maybe he doesn’t like me?”

   “Oh, he does.” Hobi insists as he sits down next to you, his girlfriend Crystal sending you a smile. “He just doesn’t know how to address it. He asked me a few nights ago if you gave me kisses on the cheek. You don’t by the way and you totally should, as your longest friend I feel betrayed.” 

   “Oh settle down Hobi.” Jin snorted. “Maybe it’s time you just come out and say it.” 

  “You have a fair point. Maybe it’s time to stop beating around the bush. Just come out and say Kim Namjoon, I am in love with you.” You declare, earning a cheer from the group. 

  “Go forth young one and get a boyfriend.” Taehyung laughed, shaking his head at how quickly you stood up, blowing them all a kiss goodbye before hurrying out of the room. 

   “You do know, telling him will break him?” Yoongi said as he watched the door swing shut behind you. 

  “Yeah, but it will be good for him.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

  Namjoon had just settled down for lunch when a knock rang through the air. Standing up, he opens the door, blushing at the sight of him. You were dressed in a simple sundress, your hair pulled back into a braid as you smiled at him. Before he could say anything, you stood up on your tip toes and pressed a kiss against his lips. 

  “In case it’s not obvious Jooni. I like you.” Namjoon blinks, unsure if he is dreaming or not. That is until you giggle quietly, a hand on his cheek. “Oh Joon, you are so easy to love you know that? I started falling for you during our first session when you couldn’t even look at me. Of course, I had noticed you long before then, you are much more handsome than you let yourself believe. I can also assure you, I am not the only one who likes you.”

  “You.. you mean you like me? All this time. The touching?” 

  “Was me flirting yes.” You started to say more when he cut you off, cupping your face in his big hands and kissing you deeply. 

  “I loved you from the moment I heard you laugh with Hoseok that first day. I just… I couldn’t say it aloud.” 

  “Then I guess you are just going to have to accept I am your girlfriend.”

[hansolmates]

[teaser] fly to my room

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summary; with a super huge crush on the super student jeon jungkook, you can't help but feel inferior with your subpar abilities when he's the literal hercules on campus. however, with a potential group of super villain students on the loose, you might have to tamp down your feelings to save your school pairing; superhero!jungkook x superhero support!reader (f) genre/warnings; sky high!au, university!au, mha!au, self deprecation lol, hero elitism, sidekicks can get bullied :(, strong man!jk, jk is a lil cocky and flirty, one lil sexy thing BUT that's it >:D w/c; preview is 561 a/n; no words just AAAAA

“Hey, watch out!” 

A metal discus is being blown through the wind, the cause being Jungkook who’s training on the hero’s side of the stadium. You can only stare wide-eyed, focusing on Jungkook’s arms, still poised mid-air from the throw. The discus is shiny and looks like it’s barely moving from the amount of speed Jungkook has curved onto it, but you close your eyes and push your hands out towards the hurling force. 

Bing! 

You feel the heavy hunk pass through your void, a wink in time that has you feeling dizzy as you try to refocus the exit portal. The speed is what gets you, and has you immediately sweating from your forehead as you force the object to rip back into the current dimension, the discus landing right at Jungkook’s feet. 

“That—was great!” Namjoon teleports right in your face, mouth huge with praise. He is grabbing your shoulders, shaking you frantically in his excitement. “Wow, did you see how fast that thing was going? Maybe it was a fight or flight response—obviously, Jungkook would’ve cut your neck open—” 

“Great visual, Namjoon—” 

“But you teleported it! Aren’t you proud?” 

There’s no time to be proud when Jungkook is bounding across the field to meet you in the sidekick section. It causes all the other Superhero Supports to stop a fraction in their training, wondering how this conversation will go. Namjoon continues to stick by you however, knowing how absolutely abysmal you are in the presence of the famed hero. Having talked to Jungkook once or twice in class, Namjoon begrudgingly understands what’s so charming about the guy. 

You’re too focused on the gilded appearance Jungkook brings to the stadium. His blond hair gleams in the sun, and the lightweight metal that protects his arms wraps around his muscles like liquid gold. He’s absolutely blinding. 

“We meet again,” Jungkook grins, “are you okay?” 

“I-I’m sorry?” you fight the urge to wince when Namjoon pinches your waist. 

“You’re a teleporter, right? Your reaction time was insane!” Jungkook is smiling at you, prattling off your stats with a fervor you fail to understand. “Maybe they can bump you up to Hero-Class next exam, I’m sure you’re not far from the cutoff.” 

“No, actually. I’m just trying to stay afloat,” you force a shaky laugh, running a hand through your hair, “thanks though.” 

“I’ll put in a good word to Professor Luna,” Jungkook winks, turning away to return to his training session. 

“Jungkook’s right,” Namjoon squeezes your body again, trying to keep you in this dimension. “Your reaction time was insane. Can you imagine the power you’ll have when you finally gain control? Let’s go to the shooting range right now, test it out!” 

“Oh my god, he talked to me,” you whisper to yourself, replaying the conversation over and over in your head. Namjoon is but a spirit in your vision. 

“I mean, he had to. Like I said, he almost decapitated you,” he waves a hand in front of your face, “c’mon, stop thinking about Jungkook!”

“You're asking for the impossible, Joonie,” you frown, picking up your backpack. 

You take one step at a time, still feeling numb from the interaction. Namjoon insists that you should ride off this high, and train a little more. The only high you’re focusing on is the beating of your heart, and Jungkook’s gleaming grin. 

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Most to least to try to make you participate in their hobbies e.g. bicycling with joonie, bracelets with tae...

Or engage in your hobbies e.g them asking me to tell them about the book I'm reading or (I'm a psych student) an psychological perspective of some lyrics ....

I think there would a slight difference between the two, bc some of them would worry abt making you feel like they're forcing their interests on you, but still want to learn abt your interests.💜

Most likely to want you participate in his hobbies?

Most Namjoon Jin Hobi Taehyung Jungkook Jimin Yoongi Least

Most likely to want to participate in your hobbies?

Most Yoongi Hobi Jungkook Jimin Jin Taehyung Namjoon Least

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Heya! Do you take requests? If so, can you please write BTS members headcanons where their SO has her finals approaching and feels apathetic, lazy/unmotivated to study? PS-Love your writing! THANK YOU :)

{A/N; as a stressed out college student, this request spoke to me lol}

BTS Helping Thier S/O Through Finals

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Jin:

Jin really did feel for you during finals

So when you told him you were feeling unmotivated and a little overwhelmed

He knew you would either completely ignore studying or stress yourself out and prioritize cramming for notes over sleeping and getting enough to eat

Neither option was good in his mind

So, he told you he would help you stay on track

So he tried to help you the best way he knew how to

He ended up creating meal plans and would cook for you

If he had to be somewhere and couldn't be home with you he would leave you meals in the fridge to heat up

He usually makes you fresh meals with lots of veggies and filling ingredients

He wanted you to be healthy

He'd try to encourage you to take some breaks

Whether it was Jin trying to get you to put down your textbook and play a round of MarioKart

Just something fun to get your mind off of things

He would leave you alone to study

But if it got to be really late in the night

He would come into your room and tap on your shoulder, telling you the time and suggesting you go to bed

He'd carry you to bed and make sure to keep all of the lights dimmed so you didn't get headaches or anything

He'd just be such a sweetheart

Yoongi:

I think Yoongi would treat your finals the same way he treats work

He usually bottles up his emotions and just perseveres through hard times

Which was exactly what you were doing

So when he finally asked you one day how your studies were going he was surprised to hear you say you hadn't even cracked open your notes yet

At first, he didn't really know how to help you since he kept those struggles to himself

He had to think about your situation for a minute

How can he help you?

He realized that he needed to figure out a way to get you interested and motivated again

To him that meant getting the two of you to be productive together

So that meant staying up late with you

You'd usually come to the studio, sometimes the two of you stayed at home

You'd sit next to each other at the desk

He'd work on his music and you'd be working on getting through your studies

When things got boring he'd have you switch seats with him

You'd listen to his demos and he'd read over your notes or essays

You'd give each other advice or suggestions, then you'd switch back

And it turned out, that his plan worked

It kept you motivated and interested

Being able to share something helped keep you on track and helped to get your mind off of your finals

Hoseok:

Hobi has always stressed the importance of transparency with you

He always wanted you to be honest about your feelings with him

He could also tell when you were upset or overwhelmed in any way

One night at dinner, he noticed that you weren't as talkative and you kept your head down

He knew something was bothering you

So when he questioned you about your change in demeanor, your reaction was concerning

You ended up breaking down right in front of him

He immediately got up out of his chair and came over to your side of the table, crouching down to be at eye level with you

He pulled you closer to him and asked how he could help

So when you explained that you felt burnt out and lost in your studies, completely unprepared for your finals

He made it his mission to help you

He came home early from practice

Helping you create flashcards

Running to the library or bookstore if you needed something

If you ever printed things, Hobi would collect everything and staple it all for you

Constantly asking if you needed anything

"Do you need more flashcards? Sticky notes? Glitter pens?"

So attentive and just wanted you as stress-free as possible

Namjoon:

As we all know, Joonie is very, very smart

But he is also a very mature, responsible, caring leader

And obviously, those traits bleed over into his love life with you

Just like Hobi, I think Joon would easily pick up on the fact that you were stressed

But I don't even think you'd have to explain much to Namjoon

He knew that finals were coming up

He watched you night after night, hunched over at your desk with your head in your hands

He got the impression that you were having a hard time focusing

So instead of you coming to Namjoon

H was the one that sat you down one day and offered you some help

He suggested study sessions with him

Flashcards, books, all that jazz

He would create and buy everything

And you would follow his mock study plan

He could see your mood change from reserved and quiet to positive and confident in a short amount of time

All of that was worth it when you came home a week after your finals had ended

Of course with an A-grade for almost all of your finals

#1 teacher Kim Namjoon!

Jimin:

Another sweetheart

Was genuinely upset to see you so unhappy and stressed

When you told him you didn't have any motivation to study and that you would just accept your fate of a bad grade, he knew he had to help you stay on track

Jimin would be a combination of Jin and Hobi

I don't think he'd cook, but he'd make all the little decisions for you

Like, he'd just order you takeout from places he knew you liked

And he'd make your bed for you and wash all the dishes

Like Hobi, Jimin would be outside of your door constantly

By that, I mean constantly Jimin would be running out to get you all the supplies you needed

Sometimes you didn't even ask, he would just snoop around your desk and notice all of the little things

Like if you were low on pencils or if you were nearing the end of a notebook

I think HE'D be the one to print out a bunch of articles or cheat sheet-type things for you to read

Jimin would also make sure you took time to sleep, but also make sure that you stuck to a schedule

He literally bought one of those corkboards to hang over your desk and would stick notes and printouts on it for you

He'd bribe you with fun outings, only if you studied for maybe 2 hours or something

"We can go to that carnival, but you need to study for your history final first, TWO HOURS, NON-NEGOTIABLE"

The specifics/times would change depending on your level of interest in the outing and subject lol

He didn't want you stressed, but he didn't want you to feel like you shouldn't study at all

To be honest, finals season was more stressful for him than it was for you

Taehyung:

When finals approached and he noticed you hadn't been studying he was a bit confused

At first, he thought you were going to the library to study, but he noticed you were home more than usual

So when he asked you if everything was okay, you just shrugged and told him you didn't care

Tae became concerned as he knew school was important to you

So he pressed on

"Is it a class? Is it too hard?, I'll Help you Y/n!"

So after a few pesterings from Tae you finally confessed that it was all too overwhelming and you just didn't want to stress over your classes

Taehyung offered to help you as best he could

As Tae loves clothes, he would pick out your outfits for you so you didn't get decision fatigue

He'd also make you food and take care of all of the household chores

You two would have nightly 'therapy' sessions where you'd explain to him what was hard

Then he'd look over your notes and try to help you

This period of time included lots of cuddles and support

And spoiler alert, you got great results after the grades were finalized

All thanks to Tae

Jungkook:

Kook has always been a productive

I mean, come on...he's a Virgo, it's written in the stars for him

Literally

So when you offhandedly mentioned you wouldn't be paying much attention to your finals

JK knew he couldn't let that slide

He loves to be organized and on top of things

So he took it upon himself to create a schedule for you

Like Jimin, I think he'd also buy you a corkboard and stick flashcards on it lol

He really wanted you to be successful

And of course, he'd hear out any of your concerns and try to help you with anything you were stuck on

I think he'd try to cook you some healthy meals

He'd also be that kind of dork to be like; "Well science proves that working out helps you with memorization"

Because JK has turned into quite the gym bro he'd force you to take breaks and go to the gym with him

And whenever you got tired of the gym, you'd say stuff like "I'd rather write my 10,000-word essay than do another push up"

and Kook would be like, "Bet😏"

and before you knew it, you'd be a successful studying machine

He used reverse psychology and you didn't even know

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{Additional A/N; I know for college finals are approaching, so I want to say good luck to everyone who is gearing up for that, and of course thank you to the beautiful anon who sent in this request, I hope you liked it!}

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Hi!! I just played the latest update. Everything is just *chef’s kiss* If you see my name in your notifications, that���s probably because I’ve been stalking ur blog and reading the asks here and reblogging the best ones hehe. I just loveee the interactions with Shay. Giving Shay a big hugg!!! They deserve better 😘 Qiu’s route is alsoo 🔥 Not that the Qiu route needed any more angst but imagine…

(Spoiler under this)

If after all these years of pining and waiting for mc, mc decides to come back and not give Qiu another chance because they think Qiu is way out of their league now, being that hotshot lawyer and 30 under 30 (AHAHAH I STILL can’t get over how Joony reacted when they told mc about who’s coming up with the lists 🤢)

Anyway, how would Qiu react when they asks for a second chance and MC says “You’re a successful person now. You’ve built a name for yourself in your career. You deserve someone better than me; someone who’s as successful as you. Your parents would never approve of me, especially now that you’re way out of my league and I’m just a failed grad student. What we had was in the past and is best left in the past. Let’s focus on the present.” 🥺

Anyway, here’s me sending you some virtual hugs . Thank you so much for writing an amazing piece of work thats easily one of my favourite ifs. 🤍

First up, thank you so much for this message!! You're the best, I definitely enjoyed you exploring the blog 😂 a million hugs back at ya!

And HAHAH on your extra side serving of Qiu angst... All I have to say is you absolutely nailed it with a dynamic I want to explore! I think that's definitely a big issue looming for MC and Qiu - especially given their past and why things ended, MC would understandably be concerned. Only difference is, Qiu's a different person now.

This is a conversation I think you'll get to have with Qiu in later updates :) so I won't give too much away!

[aminocapsule]

Dragon Lotus Chp. 5: SHINee Fanfic

I sincerely apologize for the long wait for this chapter. Going to school and having writer's block suck tremendously. I'll try and be more consistent. Thanks for waiting. Enjoy.

CHAPTER FIVE

I woke up to the sound of my alarm going off. Today is my first actual day of classes. I feel kind of nervous but mostly excited. With a boost of optimism is start getting ready for school. After showering, getting dressed, and packing my school supplies, I head to the kitchen. I see my grandpa sitting at the table drinking his coffee and reading the newspaper. He looks up as I approach.

"Ahhh Joonie, good morning," he says with a smile.

"Morning Papa. How are you feeling," I ask.

"I feel great. Just enjoying this peaceful morning. What about you? Are you excited about your first day of classes?"

"Yes, but I'm a bit nervous too."

"There's no need to feel nervous. You're a strong and intelligent young lady. You will be fine. I assure you."

"Thanks Papa," I say with a smile as I prepare a bagel for breakfast.

"You should eat more for breakfast then just a bagel my dear," he says with concern in his voice.

"I know, but I'm not that hungry. Plus, I feel sick if I have a heavy breakfast."

"Okay, just don't skip any meals. You're still growing my little lotus. You need your energy."

I smile and nod. Mom soon enters the kitchen.

"Okay sweetie, ready to head out," she asks.

"Yep, all ready. Lets go. Bye Papa. Love you."

"Bye my dear. Have a good day at school," he says as he smiles and waves me goodbye.

On the way to school, I text Key so we can meet up before classes start.

"Morning Key."

"Good morrow Miss. Adajoon. How art thou this morning?" I rolled my eyes and chuckle at his response. This boy and his theatrics.

"I'm fine. Are we still meeting up before classes start?"

"Yeah, I'm already here. I'll be waiting for you at the entrance and we can walk and talk to our first class together."

"Awesome. I should be there is in about 5 minutes. See you in a bit."

I lock my phone and stare out the window as we pass many little mom and pop shops on the street. They all looked so interesting. Maybe I'll visit some of them one of these days. We soon arrive at the front entrance and I can already see Key waiting for me. I give my mom a hug and kiss goodbye and head for Key.

"How do, good sir," I say to Key with a bit of a curtsy.

"Ahh, my lady. It is good to see you again. Shall I escort you to our chemistry class," he says with a bow.

"You shall," I reply with a giggle as we start to walk to class.

The hallway was packed with students. Some frantically trying to get through the chaos, others just standing around talking to their friends. I stop at my locker first to put my stuff away. Key helps me open it, as he saw me struggling and then heads to his locker right across the hall from mine. After that, we head to chemistry. As we enter the class, we are greeted by the teacher.

"Good morning. My name is Dr. Hirano. You must be our new student."

"Yes. Hello. My name is Adajoon Ohnim. Nice to meet you."

"Likewise. Well, class will begin in a bit. Your assigned seat is coincidentally right next to Mr. Kim. You two can have a seat and I will issue you a textbook before class ends."

"Okay, thank you Dr. Hirano."

We head to our seats and talk randomly until the bell rings and Dr. Hirano begins class.

"Good morning pupils and welcome back to another day of magic. Before we start, I would like to introduce everyone to our new student, Adajoon Ohnim. She transferred here from America and I hope you will all make her feel welcome."

I felt all eyes on me but I was thankful he didn't ask me to stand up and introduce myself. After the intro, class went on like classes normally do. I got my textbook while the class was doing an assignment and before I knew it, class was over.

Key and I head to our lockers and then to our Algebra class. The routine in algebra was the same as chemistry. The teacher introduced me to the class, issued me a textbook, and soon class ended. I was worried out heading to my next class because it's one of the classes I don't have with Key. He's been like my safety blanket this whole time and now we have to part. He waves goodbye, tells me he will see me in literature, and then go to his class; leaving me to walk to my history alone. Class start and goes on for about 30 minutes and then it's time for lunch. I go through the chaos that was the cafeteria line and head to find a place to sit. I find an empty table, sit there and begin to eat. A quarter of a way through my meal, a group of 4 girls come up to me with confused/disguised looks on their faces.

"Excuse me, but what do you think you're doing," one of the girls asked.

"Umm... I'm just eating my lunch," I reply confused.

"Oh, someone's a smartass," another girl says.

"Chill out, Lydia," the first girl say. "Look, you must be new and not know this but this is a Dragon descendants only table. If you're not a Dragon, you need to leave."

"But I am a Dragon descendant see," I show them my mark.

They all look at my mark in shock.

"You're not a Dragon. You're a mutt," Lydia yells causing some of the students to stare.

"Yeah, you can't sit here. You are not a Dragon. You're a freak," one of the girls says while the others laugh.

I clench my fist and try my best to stay calm. But I refused to get up.

"So, are you gonna get up and move or are we going to have to make you," Lydia says.

I ignore her. And continue eating my food.

"Leave now you freak," she yells tossing my food off the table and spilling some on me. The whole cafeteria is staring now. I stand up abruptly and give her the deadliest death glare. It takes everything in me not to punch her square in the jaw. But I restrain myself and walk away without a word. I head to the restroom to clean up as much as I could, all while fighting off angry tears. I calm myself down and head back to class. As I exit the restroom, I see Key standing there with worry on his face. When he notices me he run straight towards me.

"Adajoon, I saw what just happened, are you okay," he quickly asks in a panic.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Just one of the challenges of being a new kid," I laugh half-heartedly.

"These girls are snakes. I'm sorry they did that to you."

"Thanks. I can kind of see how serious this caste system thing in now. Lesson learned."

"Yeah. I know it sucks, but don't worry. You can have lunch at my table with me and my friends. None of them will mind."

"Thank you Key. You're so sweet"

"I know. I try."

I laugh at him giving himself praise. He made me feel a lot better. After talking with Key, he heads back to the cafeteria to eat and I head back to class and wait for the lunch period to end. I'll see him later in literature class. The day drags on after lunch. I go to my Introduction to Reiki class after history and then literature. When school ends, Key and I go to our lockers and then leave school. He offers to drive me home but mom came and got me again today. So I told him maybe tomorrow. We say our goodbyes and I get in the car.

"How was school, sweetie," mom asked as soon as I closed the door.

"It was fine," I said simply.

She could tell something was wrong but she didn't want to press the issue so she proceeded to drive home. When we got home, I immediately head for my room. I close the door behind me and sigh heavily. I take off my filthy clothes and hop in the shower to relax. After I shower, I lay down on my bed and start listening to music. Hours pass until it's time for dinner. I eat dinner in silence. No one asks me about school and I'm thankful because I really didn't want to talk about it. After dinner, I stay goodnight to my family and go back in my room to get ready for bed. It's only 8pm but I just wanted to relax in bed for the rest of the night. Suddenly, my phone started to ring. I look at the screen and I see Amber calling. I quickly answer it.

"Hello?"

"ADAJOON, WE MISS YOU SO MUCH," Amber and Taemin yell in unison.

I was so surprised I almost dropped my phone.

"Aww. Hey guys. I miss y'all too. Wait... it's like 7 in the morning there. Shouldn't you guys be getting ready for school," I ask.

"Yeah, but we wanted to surprise call you before school, so Surprise," Amber says laughing.

"Yeah, we haven't spoken since you left and we wanted to see how you were doing," Taemin added.

"Yeah, so how's everything? Mom and grandpa doing okay," Amber asks.

"Everyone's fine. We're still getting adjusted but things are chill," I reply.

"What about school. You made any new friends yet," Taemin asks.

"Yeah, I have one friend already named Key"

"Key... Well that's an interesting name," Amber says.

"Yeah, he's really cool."

"HE??? KEY'S A GUY," Taemin yells.

"Yes, he's a guy,Taemin."

"Taemin, stop being jealous. I think it's great that you've made a friend already," Amber says.

"I'm not being jealous," Taemin says with an audible pout.

"Sure... But anyway, how was your first day," she says.

"It was okay. I bit rocky in the middle but besides that it was fine."

"What do you mean, rocky," she asks. So, I explain to them what happened today, but when I got to the part about lunch, I could feel Amber's angry building through the phone. She was going to explode. After I finished explaining it went silent for a moment until Amber yells.

"Where the fuck is my passport? I'm going to Japan to kick some ass."

"Amber, language," Taemin advised.

"Language my ass. No one bullies our Adajoon and gets away with it."

I love how protective she is. It's hard not to laugh.

"Amber, calm down. It's okay, I'm fine. No need to travel halfway around the world," I say trying to calm her down.

"You sure, because I will make that flight if I need too."

"I'm sure."

"Amber, she will be fine. Adajoon is a strong person. She can handle herself," Taemin chimes in.

"I know. You're right. But I still want to punch those ass wipes in the face.

Taemin and I laugh at Amber's frustration.

We talk a little bit more before they both have to go to school. We say our goodbyes, which takes forever because none of us want to hangup, but eventually we do. After hanging up, my heart started to hurt a little. I really do miss my friends. This whole school thing would have been a lot easier if they were here. But they're not, so I have to be the strong Adajoon they think I am. I lay down and try the clear my mind. As I begin to drift off to sleep, I think about what tomorrow will bring. I hope things get better.

[bts-hyperfixation]

Life update: I left my extremely toxic, poorly paying job and started applying for masters but it’s such a hard process to go through mentally. I’m just constantly questioning my decisions. I’m also awaiting results for the last exam in my professional course, it’s so stressful because I don’t have the energy or motivation to study for that exam again. I’m just praying that my hard work pays off and I’m able to proceed further in my career. I’m so stressed about admissions as well because I really want to go to a particular university but the job opportunities in that country is not great for international students. I’m trying to save money as well for an upcoming trip. My mind is SUCH a mess I just wish I could tell it to shut up on command. Anyway, I really really enjoy your writing. I’m also a joonie bias🤭

I just really wanted to vent my thoughts because it’s so much and everyone just wants to give solution -.-

Also, I’m the anon who sent in the request (?) message (?) ask (?) about the dream where I’m making out with Scoups from seventeen. I accidentally clicked on “Ask anonymously” before submitting 😂😂

Wish you good luck in whatever you wish to pursue!! Thank you for writing 🫶🫶

Good for you leaving a shitty job! I am the queen of leaving shitty jobs, I'm so proud of you!

Going through a masters is so tough but equally as rewarding. What are you looking at studying? and which country. I emigrated when I finished uni and it was so stressful but equally as worth it. Once all the paperwork is done it might be the ideal switch your brain needs to hit.

It's so hard to not be a Joonie bias, although Jk keeps sneaking up on me with a baseball bat.

Lucky you for the scoups dream, i really do feel your pain on that one when it comes to waking up.

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Taruru <3333

Thank you for always sending me nice messages and collabing with me and cheering me up when I felt down and being patient with my responses. I love you so much!

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@ask-student-joonie TTAAARRUUUUUUU ILY 💖💖💖 YOUR NAMJOON AND YOUR ART AND BLOG ARE ALL AMAZING ▪♡▪ I tried to draw your Joonie because he's really cute ;♡; - June

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Ask blogs I tried to replicate @askbongtan @ask-chimchim @ask-bts-stuff @ask-jungcoco @ask-student-joonie

A little commentary I suppose? lol

askbongtan: their art style is quite relaxing to draw in? It’s simplistic and all of the palettes that they use are so nice to look at so it’s nice to recreate that. So much respect to them for using MS Paint I could not replicate the pixeliness for my life. ask-chimchim: their style is so soft and cute ahh! I cried a lil when I noticed the lines in the hair bc hair? who’s she idk her. I really liked their lineart bc it's with a soft brush and a darkish brown colour (at least for this one), and I realised that the lineart on its own looked off bc of how the shading finishes the piece which I thought was cool. ask-bts-stuff: I really don’t know how all their characters look so expressive, it’s really something... I kinda took their chim wings idea and applied it to this guy, I hope that’s ok! ^^’ I also really like how their style is so quick to produce? So cool... ask-jungcoco: All of their character designs are so unique and individual for the person, that I really needed to look through their blog to see what they’d already done ^^’ Their lineart is really angular, they colour their lines, and their shading is so simplistic; all of these features add so much charm to their blog, and I frankly can’t believe that they don’t have more notes and followers ask-student-joonie: Their art is surprisingly hard to replicate? The sparkles and blushes are more difficult to place than you’d think! I feel like yours is the one I did worst on, which is such a shame since it’s so unique and refreshing and most of all, cute!

The muse is an OC I made a year and a bit ago and only redrew today ^^’ I don’t have much about him other than he’s grumpy 24/7 but somehow always cute? And that he’s an angsty teen cervitaur. Any suggestions for a name would be awesome!