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[cffeelia]

discography | chapter 3

I NEED U — k. seokjin

in which bangtan writes their music about you, all 7 chasing you until someone steals your heart.

chapter summary: you’ve secured tickets for the upcoming bts concert in seoul, it makes you start to question if you even want to go back to college at all.

chapter warnings: makeup sex, fem reader, mating press, pullnpray, fingering, oral (f receiving), dry humping, dirty talk, needy ksj

previous chapter here

it felt good to be back in your dorm, but it was probably just because you wanted to be anywhere but busan right now.

sullyoon was busy counting the contents of her piggy bank in the room across from yours, you could tell from the constant jingling and whispered counting.

in less than 24 hours, you’d be seeing your ex boyfriend perform on stage with his sexy friends, just your luck! your classes for the day had wrapped up, it was well beyond your bedtime but you just couldn’t stop thinking of seokjin.

maybe it was fate that you’d ran into hoseoks sister, maybe it’s a sign from god to stop running away from the best youll ever have.

now it was your turn to whisper to yourself

‘fuck.’

“so… big night tonight, huh, ____?”

“leave me alone sullyoon” you playfully shoved her shoulder. sure you were laughing now, but when you approach the backstage staff with your old lanyard later to meet your ex boyfriend, it won’t be so funny anymore.

the two of you giggled your way back to the dorms to get ready for the concert, you dressed warmly to accommodate the november air: a thermal long sleeve shirt, a cute skirt (thermal tights underneath of course), and your favorite pair of red converse.

upon searching for the shoes under your dorm bed, you realized that hoseok had signed the underneath of it. you took a mental note to ask him when he did that.

you arrive to the stadium, at first you were worried, but now you were worried even more! at least now it was more of a ‘i’m so scared this is gonna be nice i hope’ worry.

once you’d gotten past security and headed to your seats, you checked your bag.

- army bomb

- tissues

- lip gloss

- merch shirt

- condoms

you’re all set!

just as youd finished planning out your conversation with jin, the lights began to dim. the teaser video and lobby music cut out suddenly, instead replaced by a slowly growing red ambience light. the light stick in your right hand began to match the lights as well.

sullyoon began her fan girl facade, screaming as the lights faded quickly into a shade of deep blue.

the first few notes of a melody played, it reminded you of the email you never replied to that came from suga of all people, containing a melody that he had jin sing a verse over. warms your heart to think that they finally released it, even with your lack of advice for the piece, it was truly beautiful.

you tried to keep your emotions together whenever seokjin was on the big screen you just conveniently happened to be right under (thanks sullyoon).

what you assume to be the main track came on, you couldn’t help but read too much into them.

maybe it was your need for seokjin getting the best of you, but it really sounded so.. desperate? you should’ve paid more attention, the song was long over now, but you couldn’t get those butterflies out of your stomach.

theres no way seokjin would write a song for me.

it wasn’t until namjoon spoke during an intermission that you knew it for sure. sometimes they talk to each other with their own kind of lingo. like they’re in on an inside joke that army doesn’t know about.

“so, we’re gonna wrap things up here soon. we love you all, thanks for coming out!” jungkook wiped a tear from his eye and he began to introduce the next song, taehyung right on his shoulder to comfort him.

“yknow, this was jins first time writing lyrics for ‘i need u’, wasn’t it?” hoseok looked at namjoon with confusion, batting his big glossy eyes over at him.

“well, yea, now that you mention it. maybe he’s going through some crisis or something.” he finished his sentence out of breath from laughing, suga throwing punches at him as he laughed as well.

theres no way. seokjin wouldn’t risk his career and tell his friends that you used to date? well not date. something along those lines though, you’re not quite sure.

sullyoon tapped you on your shoulder, aiming to get you to look towards seokjin. he stepped to the right of the stage, near where you were sitting. with his eyes closed, the track began.

there it is again!

theres no fucking way he didn’t write this about you, and tell his members about you guys too? fucking bitch!

you cussed him under your breath. he might be a loud mouth but god damn he can sing.

maybe he’s a siren of some sorts, you found yourself locking eyes with him as he delivered the pre chorus:

Maybe it's because the sky is blue, and the sun is shiny

My tears stick out

Why am I so into you, why you?

Why can’t I leave you?

maybe you were wrong about him all along, clearly he cares for you more than you thought

“sullyoon i’m fucking scared!” she kept pushing you to the doors at the back of the arena. this is your second attempt at gassing yourself up into sneaking into the backstage of the concert venue.

“at this point, ____, they’ve probably left. just go see if you can meet an old colleague that will let you know what hotel they’re at so you can go fuck him already!!” sullyoon teased you.

“i don’t know, maybe this is just crossing a boundary. let’s go home, i’ll text him or something.” you went to grab your keys from your bag, sullyoon slumped her shoulders and began walking back in the direction of the parking lot where your car was.

in the shuffle of grabbing the keys, however, you dropped your lanyard. can’t leave evidence at the crime scene!

you scooped it up as fast as you could, and as if the night couldn’t get you anymore upset, the door to the backstage swung open.

hitman fucking bang.

the main producer and head of big hit entertainment, just your luck!

“oh? ____, you’re late. get in there and find jimin a phone charger before he kills us. i’m out of here.”

drunk and clearly out of it, he patted your shoulder as he walked through the back parking lot to his car.

you took the door handle before it could slam shut on you, watching sullyoon’s hands clasp over her mouth as she ducked behind an electrical box.

waving her closer once hitman left, you gave her a shy smile and dropped your keys behind you.

“drive safe! i’ll tell you when to come pick me up!”

she gave you a thumbs up, practically skipping over to your car.

you closed the door as fast as you could, inhaled a sharp breath, and navigated your way through the halls.

dressing room dressing room dressing room

you kept repeating to yourself, losing yourself in your thoughts, so much so you didn’t realize it was just down the hall from you.

quickly grabbing the door handle, you barged straight into the room.

“perfect timing!”

spoken a bit too loudly, your consciousness washed over you.

“____!!” jungkook jumped from his seat to meet your gaze.

“did you get taller or something?” patting him on the back, you shot a wave to hoseok, chatting with his sister.

“oh, goodness! good to see you, ____, i didn’t know you were back working here!” she hopped from hoseoks side to give you a warm hug.

“oh, no, no. i’m just, dropping things off?” why were you questioning yourself!?

“yea, sorry, um. jungkook!” your call beckoned his glassy eyes.

“my shoes. what happened to them.” this was such a bad decision. would it be weird to just walk out right now!

“oh, that’s not me!” clearly, lying, he earned a laugh from jimin and taehyung.

“you’re still only 18, jungkook, don’t lie to your elders.”

you missed this energy, everyone laughing together. it felt like home, truly.

“wanna come back to the hotel with us? i’ll get you a room, we can catch brunch tomorrow too.” seokjin proposed.

“oh, yea, sure!” it’s finally hitting how seokjin really towers over you, it started the gears flowing in your mind that you hadn’t felt turn in months now, not since the breakup.

“well, let’s turn in then. i’ll call the bus driver and tell him we’re ready to go.” namjoon led his group (plus jiwoo) back out of the door you came from. stuffing your old lanyard in your pocket, you waited until the rest of the crew filed out of the room to grab seokjins arm, leading him out to the tour bus.

the night went smoothly, nothing you weren’t used to. if anything, it’s very rejuvenating to be free of the college stress and instead eat some snacks and slam down soju with the people who’ve made your 20s way more enjoyable than you ever believed they could.

lightly tipsy, definitely turned on, and groggy, you managed to carry seokjin into the elevator, leading to the room he’d booked last minute for you.

the two of you sat in silence through the ride, only opening your heavy eyelids to the sound of seokjin smashing all the buttons on the elevator panel.

“kim seokjin cut it out!” you grabbed his arm.

“i don’t wanna take you back yettttttt gimme a minute let’s make this lastttttt” he slurred, backing you up into a corner by pressing his body against you.

catching you by surprise, he gripped your shoulders and buried his head in the crook of your neck.

muscat soju serving as your liquid confidence, you pulled him even closer, his leg naturally slotting between your thighs.

“fuck.”

you mumbled under your breath. he rubbed you right against your clit, just how he knew you liked it.

“i know, i know. i’ve missed you too. come on. get— get in the room.”

you both stumbled out of the elevator and straight to the room. he fumbled the keycard in his hands, your arms tightly secured around his bicep.

once your both passed through the threshold of the door, you led jin to the bed, sitting him on the edge. sequentially, you straddled his thighs, facing him.

resuming your dry humping in the elevator, you tightly gripped his tank top while you grinded your pussy against his growing bulge.

“never gets old, shit, rub me just like that.”

“yea? like this?” you whispered against his lips

he took your bait, licking your lips before connecting them to swap spit with you, finally.

“just like that” he spoke against your wet lips.

keeping that same pace, you began to moan into the kiss. the friction on your clit pushed you over the edge and seokjin knew it.

“mm.” he lifted you right off of him and took you into the kitchen.

he’d placed you right on the corner of the counter, slowly pulling your skirt down along with your panties.

seokjins tongue work was better than ANY of your high school boyfriends. and his gorgeous eyes, teasing you as he brought you to your climax made the experience all the more intimate and memorable.

here he was, right against your heat as he sank to his knees. immediately inserting one long finger into your hole, he gave it a few good thrusts before placing his lips around your clit and sucking it.

“oh my- fuck! slower slower oh my, god, seokjin! mmm!”

he showed no merch in alternating between licking and sucking your poor clit, detaching from it for a second to dirty talk you the way he knows you like it.

“she missed me, right?” a long strip along your clit “mmm missed this slutty fucking pussy too”

your hands tangled into his hair. you tried your hardest to keep eye contact, savor the moment, but before you knew it your eyes were fluttering shut, stomach convulsing while you were sure you’d pulled hair out by now.

“jin, jin, ohhh my god, close!” you panted.

“mmmm, cum baby.” he encouraged you by adding two more fingers at once.

you lost it, costing his fingers in your juices as you heaved out breaths of relief.

“not done,” he said, licking his fingers. seokjin came to eye level with you, kissing your lips for a second before lifting you up off the counter.

“seokjin, condom.” you begged, looking for your bag on the floor.

“fuck! i left it in the other room!” you mentally cursed yourself.

“i’ll pull out, please, i need this pussy.” well, you can’t leave him high and dry. you let him wrestle you into a mating press atop the sheets of the bed.

you nodded at him, anticipating the delicious stretch of his cock.

“yes- shit! fuck me seokjin please!” you couldn’t wait any longer.

he gave you a few slow thrusts before beginning a normal pace, your ankles over his shoulders.

“that’s my good fucking girl.” his voice was louder than yours, grunting in high octaves from the squelch and squeeze of your cunt.

“i’m your good girl seokjin? say it. please, baby.”

“of course you are, yea. missed you so much. don’t ever fucking move again, you hear me?” his voice was so whiny, sweat dripping from his bangs.

“yes jinnie- mmm! i hear you, fuck!”

his pace wasn’t certainly not the fastest it could be, and you know that, but this medium one was perfect. it spoke of how badly he missed you, savoring the tight squeeze of your cunt.

the intimacy of the moment didnt last long before seokjin bit down on his lip to muffle his high pitched whines. only releasing his lips from his teeth to ask you where he could cum.

“____, baby- where? where do i cum?”

his pace grew frantic, arms moving from either side of your ass to the crook of your knees, pressing your legs against your figure.

this new speed earned seokjin groans from your red, swollen lips. the loss for words had seokjin bringing his right hand up to your face.

he squeezed your cheeks, movement of his hips slowing.

“answer me. where.”

“my stomach, jin! faster- pleaseee” you felt ypur eyes rolling back into your skull, his face was so close to yours and it had you clenching even tighter around his dick.

the high pitched moans from his lips were now replaced by low grunts against your ear. this close contact held your legs tighter against you, which allowed seokjin to get deeper than he did before.

the intimacy didnt last long before he pulled his dick out to spill his seed along your soft tummy.

“good fucking girl” he cursed, out of breath.

both of you took a moment to catch your breath, eyes closed.

jin blindly laid navigated his way to your side. he opened his eyes to carry you both to the bathroom.

“want a bath?” it’s like you’re living through the past again. this is how it always went. your apartment in seoul, seokjin running you a bath while you sat on top of the toilet seat, barely conscious anymore after he’d pulled orgasm after orgasm from you.

“yes please…” you trailed off, shutting your eyes again.

he kissed your forehead, nose and lips and placed you atop the toilet seat while he knelt down at the faucet.

before you knew it, the bath was hot and ready. seokjin removed his shirt and boxers, and pulled off your bra that was shoved up your body.

he held your hair up for you, he knows that you never wash it on fridays. you smiled at the gesture, still barely conscious and ready to get in bed with your pretty boy.

seokjin dragged a soapy cloth on your back, along your arms, behind your ears. then he lifted your legs one by one to clean them along with the soles of your feet.

he rinsed the cloth in the bath water to wash himself quickly before he cupped his hands to rinse the suds off of you and himself.

your heavy eyelids barely lifted to stumble out of the tub, seokjin wrapped you both in separate towels.

“baby, sit here. i’m gonna blow dry my hair quick, ok?”

“mhm…”

“ok, good girl.”

he pecked your neck. and smiled back at you through the mirror, even though your eyes were closed.

jin was about finished with his hair, he was finger combing it to the side when you wrapped your arms around him. he pulled you to the front of him, your back against his chest. seokjin really does tower over you.

his arms wrapped around your waist, lips attaching and detaching from behind your ear, to your shoulder.

“…____?”

“yes, jinnie”

“…”

the absence of a follow up statement caused you to perk your head up and stare at seokjin through the mirror.

i need you, you’re beautiful.

[cffeelia]

don’t forget | s. johnny

“I’m fucking obsessed with you.”

in which you’ve been invited to an extravagant birthday party with your fiancé

warnings: fluff, johnny x afab!reader, johnnys obsessed with you, he’s also stupid

“The gift card, flowers, wine, and then you sign this, ok?” You told your boyfriend as he ran out to grab the birthday gift for your friend. You had graduated college with her not too long ago, but she had become a new person after getting married your senior year and moving out to LA with her rich husband.

Knowing her, you knew the party would have a few micro celebrities, John probably the most notable, it was sure to be a long party that would last well into the night, and an after party was sure to be expected back at the hosts’ house. You were honestly scared the gift wouldn’t be enough to satisfy her new richer tastes, so you made sure to add a nice expensive wine to please her.

“Got it, and if I forget I’ll call you babe.” Your fiancé played with the ring as he held your smaller hands in his, kissing your lips repeatedly before grabbing his keys from their hook on the wall. “Hey,” you called for him from the door way, “one more?” John’s heart melted at the sight of his soon-to-be wife, in her robe and slippers, face mask on, the white wine you’d poured for yourself lingered on your breath and your skin emitted the smell of your sugar cookie body scrub.

“Jesus I can’t wait to marry you” Johnny leaned down, steadying himself with his hands on your shoulders to kiss you. The kiss was longer than it should’ve been, your lips reconnecting three times to give yourselves air. You only broke apart when his hands began to reach into your hair to deepen the kiss.

“John stop! I’m trying to lay my hair down flat!” Your mood shift left him scrambling to step back, hands untangling from the scarf you’d tightly squeezed around your head and flying into the air.

“Ok ok! I’m-“ he kissed you softly, “-sorry,” he kissed you again. “baby!” You giggled to yourself, playfully pushing his chest and telling him to get going.

“Wait where…?”

“Jesus Christ, the store? For the gift?”

“Oh shit, yeah, sorry!” He swung the door open and hopped into his car, “I love you gorgeous!” He yelled from the car.

“I love you more stupid.” You shut the garage door before he could protest your love, making your way back to the bathroom to take your face mask off.

The front door opened, and the shock of the sound caused you to hit your head with the brush you were using. “Fuck!” You rubbed the spot to relive the ache, John running straight to your shared bathroom to show you what he got.

“Hey” he kissed your cheek, “damn, you smell really good!” Johnny playfully inhaled behind your ear. “Fuck!” You laughed, shoving him away to go through the bags he’d placed on your lap.

“I ironed your suit by the way, I’ll help you style your hair in a moment baby.” You gasped, John turned your way in fear. “I forgot something, didn’t I?”

“No, not at all honey this is everything I wanted!” You sprung from your seat in front of the mirror to hug your now shirtless fiancé. He’s definitely a smart guy, he just can’t follow instructions very well. You halfway expected to need to make a pit stop at a corner store to grab a card for your friend, expecting Johnny to forget it.

“See? Stop doubting me gorgeous.” Johnny grabbed your cheeks to powder them in kisses, “now go doll yourself up so you have time to put the gift together, okay?”

Your grip around his chest loosened slowly, eyes still peering up at him with affection as he took his shirt off the hanger. “Okayyyyy…” you dragged your words out as you slipped off of him, escaping away to your seat again to finish your makeup.

You had just finished setting your powder on your nose to bake the contour on it when John called for you from the bedroom.

“Hey babe? Can you tie a tie?”

“Yea! Coming!”

You excitedly jumped up to go help your boyfriend, giggling at the sight of him struggling to undo to knot he’d put his tie in.

“Okok, let me help you. Come sit on the bed.”

Johnny climbed up, leaning back onto his elbows as you made your way behind him, sitting up taller than him on your knees.

“Baby, come. Lay back against me.” You lightly tugged on his shoulders until you had your thighs on either side of his shoulders, John enjoying your scent as he layer against your boobs. He peered his eyes back to see the baby powder on your nose, your halfway done makeup freaked him out.

“Hey, what does the powder do?” He put his finger almost up your nose. “Youngie, stop.” You both giggled, swatting his finger away with one hand as your grabbed his chin to make him face straight ahead.

“It’s for baking my face, it’s gonna make the contour on my nose more obvious and it’ll last longer too. I’ll just keep it on until I’m done with the rest of my makeup, then I swipe it off and boom,” you smoothened the tie, “done!” You pecked his cheek, tapping his shoulder to tell him to turn around and face you.

“Y’know, I was kinda scared of your makeup in this…” he eyed your lips, then faced your eyes again, “phase. But now I just-“ he delivered a big, fat kiss to your plush lips. “Mmm! I love you! Finish getting ready, then we can take some pictures so I can show you off while you’re all pretty for me.” John pulled you into his embrace, his head resting on your shoulder. “Okay.” You said softly, before getting up to go finish your makeup.

“And don’t forget her gift, Johnny!”

“Oh look at you, holy shit!” John swooped you up in his arms, the setting spray still wet over your makeup.

“Johnny no!” kiss “I just!” kiss “Baby I put on-“ kiss “setting spray already!” You giggled, struggling to escape his hold.

“Mmmm” kiss “I don’t care.” He threw you onto your bed, hands reaching around your waist to bring you as close as humanly possible.

You lifted your head from the pillow, fanning your face with your hands. “It needs to dry, love, hang on a second.”

Johnny let the awkward silence pass, taking the opportunity to admire your complexion, how well it matched the color you’d dyed your hair, and the dress you’d picked out matched the light eyeshadow you’d applied as well. When you opened your eyes once you were finished drying your makeup, John swore he’d fallen in love with you all over again.

“Hey, come here.” Your eyes turned to focus on Johnny, whose arms had opened to welcome you back into his embrace. You laid your head against his chest, letting him slowly lower you both down onto the pillow. You closed your eyes, engulfing yourself in his scent while you relaxed on top of his chest.

Your fiancé craned his neck to bring himself closer to your ear, brushing your frizzy curls behind your ear to whisper into it. “I can’t wait to see you dressed in white, do you know that babe?” You nodded your head, knuckles turning white as you gripped his freshly ironed dress shirt. “We should honestly just have the wedding during winter, that way it’ll be snowy at the venue.” You started to just babble on about your wedding with Johnny. You both knew that only half of your ideas would actually make it to the wedding day, but it was still nice to daydream some more ideas.

“I just wanna be able to get some good pictures of my dress in the snow. I really wish it snowed more here honestly, winter is my favorite season yet we barely see any snow in LA.”

“Wait, you like snow?” John interrupted.

“Since when have I not?”

“Oh, nuh uh. Are you my actual girlfriend?”

You’d tilted your head slightly to look him in the eyes now, his rhetorical question pissed you off.

“Um.. yes?”

“The same girlfriend who cried because we forgot her jacket at home while we were in Busan? And made me walk around freezing my ass off for the rest of the night?”

You threw your arm up to punch Johnny in his arm.

“Kidding! I’m kidding, gosh I’d give you anything just to see those pretty eyes.”

You’re really a sucker for his compliments, letting the wave of anger pass you by to continue snuggling into Johnny’s embrace.

The moment was broken when his phone started to ring from the bathroom, leaving him scrambling to place you gently against the sheets while he ran to pick it up.

“Yeah?”

“BROTHERESACHOCOLATEFOUNTAINHURRYYOURASSUPANDGETHERE!”

“Mark slow down-“ the line disconnected, earning a small laugh from you in the other room, it brought warmth to John’s cheeks.

By the time he’d gathered his belongings in the bathroom, you’d already made your way downstairs to reapply your lipgloss by the mirror in the doorway before the two of you get going.

“You’re so beautiful baby.” Johnny kissed your cheek, pulling out his phone to snap a picture of your dorky smile while he slotted an arm around your waist from behind you in the mirror.

“Don’t post that one, take a good one of me.” You flipped some hair out of your face and flattened out your light blue evening gown.

“Seriously baby I’m fucking obsessed with you, god.” You took the initiative to grab Johnny’s phone from him to take a picture before he begged you to rip your clothes off and just stay home with him.

The picture came out perfect, you admired it as you sat in the car, John waiting for you to pick a song from his library so you could get going.

“Wait, shit, baby you forgot your jacket.” Johnny smiled over at you in the passenger seat, knowing his jacket would be slung around your shoulders more than his tonight.

You picked the most perfect song to drive through a setting sun with your lover, EVERYTHING by The Black Skirts.

You hummed along to the melody while John started the engine, pulling out of your home’s driveway. You stared off into the abyss that was his eyes, feeling so content and lucky to have someone so special to you who would do absolutely anything for you. The relaxation that his presence brought you had you drifting off to sleep, body still turned to face him even as your eyes fluttered shut, your two arms wrapped around his one.

Johnny smiled over at your sleeping form once you’d pulled into the venue’s parking lot.

The valet boy approached the driver side window, startling you awake.

“John we forgot the gift! I told you, don’t forget it!”

[cffeelia]

divine, divine | k. namjoon

“you are my pain divine, divine.”

summary: your long time boyfriend is the leader of the biggest band in the world. you’d imagine he would have some more time for you now that the group was temporarily disbanded, but he’s still busy with an album, leaving you to feel unwanted and lonely. it’s only a matter of time before he leaves for the military and all you want is to see him do anything but fall asleep in his studio.

kind of angsty but pinky promise it ends on a good note 🙏🙏

2022

bts has become apart of your life as much as it’s apart of your boyfriend’s, seeing as he’s the leader of the group. for the past 4 years, youve grown closer to the boys, growing a special relationship with each of them. from sitting backstage on tour, to placing blankets over them as they slept in their studio. you’ve seen all of their highs and lows, seeing as their moods basically determined your boyfriends.

namjoon lives vicariously through his band mates, if they were upset, so was he. 2020 was a rough patch for everyone, but namjoon took it so harshly. that was the first time you’d ever seen him sob, hands running through his bleached hair as he fell to his knees in your shared apartment.

“what am i even good for if it’s not music? and i can’t even get anything out in this time where everyone needs me. ____, why am i even here?”

all you could do was tuck his head into your chest, your mouth lightly parted as tears fell silently while he cried into your shirt. he’s never crashed this hard before, you needed to say something, anything.

you managed to calm him down after about ten minutes, the night ended with him wrapped in your arms, eyes puffed from his sobs.

thankfully, that year never repeated. you learned a lot about namjoon, his moods, how to comfort him. he wasn’t always a touchy guy, opting for words of affirmation both to you and to receive, but this year taught him how much he loved to be held by you. he would never take that for granted.

things went back to normal after about two years, and bangtan was excited to perform again for their permission to dance tour, though it wasn’t to the scale of the one they originally planned. however, the tour was successful, and definitely memorable for not just you, but your boyfriend and his band mates as well. you can still recall the night they closed off the tour, ‘mikrokosmos’ always would hold a special place in your heart, this group really loved their fans, it’s so admirable to see an artist hold that much love for people simply because they enjoy their music.

nothing good lasted forever, though.

june 14, 2022, during 2022 festa, bangtan officially announced their hiatus. you knew this news was coming since january of that year, but this wasn’t the bad part. if anything, you were excited to spend more 1-on-1 time with the love of your life, and for his close friends to get a break from the spotlight, but it wasn’t what you thought it was.

immediately after this announcement, namjoon was working like crazy on more music. their repackaged album was already out, and the busan concert went well, so why was he still calling you from his studio to tell you he wouldn’t make it for dinner again? that’s how you ended up in your car, trying not to violate traffic laws as you angrily drove to the hybe building.

“mr namjoon, someones here for you.”

the studio door opened to reveal a staff member, namjoon got up groggily from his seat, a little pissed of that his flow was interrupted.

taking the elevator to the first floor, he imagined it was probably some producer offering their beats again. why wasn’t security listening when he said he knew what he was doing for this album?

he wasn’t expecting you, hair braided out of your bare face. you wore his white tshirt and loose fitting jeans, clearly you rushed out of the house.

“hey baby. what’s up?” he slowly made his way to you.

“don’t ‘hey baby’ me, are you seriously doing this again?” you took his hand, dragging him back to his studio.

“what do you mean?” he struggled to keep up as you paced into the elevator, jamming the floor seven button

“____, hey, what’s going on? are you ok?” he cupped your face, dark circles hung along your eyes, your eyelashes poking straight out instead of their usual curled position. were you crying?

“no namjoon, im not! i thought you were done working on music, i want you to come home!” dramatically flinging your hands around, you looked longingly up to your boyfriends eyes, his hand still caressing your cheek.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t tell you. i’m preparing another album before i have to go to the military this december.” he smiled softly to you, but you didn’t return it. your face lost all emotion, turning back to the buttons on the elevator.

“i’m going home then, goodnight.”

“what? hun, what’s wrong? i’ll come home this wholeeee week. i promise, i just got a late start today babe.”

he grabbed your hand to stop your from pressing the lobby button.

“baby, look at me.” turning your head towards his smiling face, you knew you were in for it now. you planned to tell him off, and get him to come home. now you felt bad for interrupting his music process, and couldn’t keep up your angry girlfriend act any longer.

“just let me wrap up, ok? you can come with, there’s still some takeout in my office. give me thirty minutes i promise.” your eyes fell to his pinky, sticking out for you to interlock yours with and seal his promise.

you pecked his lips, looking away embarassed that he sweet talked the anger out of you.

“i love you, you’re real cute.” he whispered as he lead you into his studio.

2023

so much for the stupid fucking pinky promise, once again you were left alone in your bed. namjoon was surprisingly here tonight, but he had barely said a word, his exhaustion took him over, and he almost fell asleep in the shower if it weren’t for you coming in to brush your teeth.

now he was sleeping at your side, head skimming your shoulder as you sat, propped up on your pillows, scrolling mindlessly on your phone. it was supposed to distract you, but your for you page wanted you to remember everything that you were missing out on. you know this is a hard time for bangtan, but what about you? namjoon was overworking himself as if he didn’t have ten whole months before he would have to enlist.

you wanted to feel bad for him, it’s so selfish to tell him to abandon his work to come spend time with you. but seriously, what the fuck? you didn’t even get to kiss him on new years, he spent it with jhope, in their stupid fucking studio.

your phone flashed all colors of purple and white, the tiktok video was from an army recounting their concert memories from 2019 during the lysy tour. you remember that night, hearing thousands of english speaking armys defy the boundaries of language to sing in korean for bts. it made you cry too, but this video inflicted both frustration and sadness in you now.

you turned your phone off, tossing it to the side and climbing into your sheets, head facing namjoons as he slept. you let a tear roll silently down your cheek, you wish he could care as much as he used to. he unconsciously grabbed your arm, barely awake as he interlocked arms with you, and shuffled higher on the pillows. he basically was inviting you into his arms. hesitantly, you scooted until you were in his chest, you arms naturally reaching up to his neck.

that one tear became two, then three, then you lost count. hopefully he wouldn’t notice how soaked his shirt was, you sniffled lightly, careful not to wake him. you had almost drifted to sleep, exhausted from your heavy breathing while you let your emotions fall from your heavy lids. namjoon pulled you into his chest tighter, feeling the wet stain of your tears startled him awake.

he gasped lightly and groggily sprung up from bed

“what? what’s wrong?” you asked, flipping a lamp on, your voice hoarse as you tried to wipe your tears discreetly.

“what, what, is this you?” he pointed to the dark circle staining his loose shirt.

this only earned a sniffle from you, everything fell out all at once, snapping joon out of his sleepy trance, he listened as close as he could, extremely sleep deprived and barely even awake.

“i miss you so much joonie, it’s- it’s- like, not the same anymore!” you sniffled “all i want is to just enjoy waking up with you and going out to cute cafes again without music being behind it! please,” your hands slapped into your eyes, “please joonie can you just, just come back to me once in a while? why am i competing with your music? shouldn’t you prioritize me? i feel so unimportant.” your voice died down, namjoon wasted no time in tucking you back into bed, he let you roll onto his chest.

“hun, you should’ve spoke up. i broke our promise, i know i did, i should’ve apologized princess.” he kissed your temple. “i’m so sorry, ____, i’ll spend more time with you baby. it’s been so hard huh?” he tilted his head back to see your relaxed face, still leaking tears onto his shirt.

“yes, i just wanted you to come home, i feel like i’m loosing it, i haven’t even showered for the past three days, i didn’t wash my face joonie everything’s just a fucking task right now.” you let out another sniffle before looking back into his eyes. “when will you just be how you used to again?”

he felt himself recharge as he looks into your beautiful eyes, though half lidded. he felt like he could sleep in your eyes, they were truly heaven. so much so he forgot to reply, “i know baby. it’s ok, you’re ok, i’ll find a way to stay home more often, that sound good?”

you nodded, puckering your lips lightly, he kissed you once, then again, and again, then your cheek, ear, neck, then back to your lips.

it pained him so much to see you hurt over him, especially when he knows you’ve been innocently waiting like the perfect girl you are for him to say something to you.

after a while, the two of you fell asleep, arms crossed around each other as he caught up on some much needed rest. neither of you woke up until 2pm, joon replaced himself with a pillow, letting you sleep some more while he walked to the living room. his guitar sat in the corner of the room, where it had been collecting dust for two years now.

he rushed back into the room to quietly grab his laptop, also stealing a soft kiss on your lips, before he sat down on your shared couch. he knew what he wanted this song to sound like, he just needed lyrics and now, he finally found them.

copying your words, he began to play quietly. it took a while, but he got the premise of the song eventually, deciding to put the guitar down to cook the two of you some breakfast. he turned the stove on, getting to work making pancakes.

the smell woke you up, even though the food had been made, your boyfriend knew it could be reheated. if you weren’t ready to wake up, he wouldn’t come get you. so, he settled back down with his guitar, playing his untitled song.

it was the sound that lulled you out of bed. despite what you’d said last night, you loved to hear namjoon singing. you stumbled into the living room, sitting down beside namjoon as he continued his song, eyes skimming over you. the smile in his voice was audible. you layed your head on his shoulder, letting the vibrations of his voice relax you.

this was exactly what you missed, just quality time with the light of your life. you had never felt better than at that exact moment, it was the peak of your relationship.

just like his lyrics, it was divine, divine.

i have ideas for a part two if anyone’s interested 😽😽 lmk!!

[cffeelia]

discography | chapt. 2

I NEED U — k. seokjin

in which bangtan writes their music about you, all 7 chasing you until someone steals your heart.

chapter summary: you chickened out on calling seokjin back, but found the courage to attempt talking things through with your family

chapter warnings: this chapter is a bit shorter so sorry 😭 i got y’all in the next one with the smut tho pls be patient i’m setting the scene 🙏

previous chapter here

unfortunately, the early morning you experienced a weak ago never happened again, and you were already exhausted from school in the first month. most students wait until at least second quarter to start getting ready in their first classes of the day, but you were already hurriedly applying mascara and setting powder behind your scripts in musical theater techniques.

it was monday, meaning the awful weekend you had was behind you now. your tried to suppress all memories of the spontaneous trip to busan you made on saturday, and the random meeting of your older brother as well. turns out he had a new girlfriend, and you only knew it because of who she was.

“jung jiwoo, i’m so honored to finally meet you! hoseok talks so highly of you.” you tried to bow deeper than her to show your appreciation. she was such a loving sister from what hoseok told you, always looking after him and supporting his musical career. “what brings you to busan then?” you asked.

“just family things, i’ve been dating my boyfriend for about six months now so i figured i would come meet his parents.

the two of you walked through the book store together, stopping at the bathrooms while she waited for her boyfriend. you figured you might as well meet him to explain the strange coincidence.

now you’d have to explain to her how you knew him.

“maeum? oh, hi!”

you tried to control your excitement from seeing your older brother for the first time in so long, but clearly he had a hard time containing his. he ran into your arms, almost crying tears of joy.

“oh my god i missed you so much, why didn’t you call?” words left your mouth before you could control them again, and you slapped a hand over your mouth, not wanting to ruin the good mood the two of you were in.

“babe, just tell her. she’s your sister.” jiwoo angrily pointed back to you as your brother hung his head, tears now visibly welling in his eyes. he offered to talk about it with you two over a meal, walk to the restaurant being uncomfortably silent.

you’ve been here many times with family to celebrate your brothers achievements in school, from being selected as class president in middle school, winning a science fair, or being selected as valedictorian, this was the spot to celebrate. even your birthdays were spent at this hot pot restaurant, it was scary to see how much time modernized it.

the bright kids menus at the front desk were now white, they came with crayons for kids to ruin the pretty designs on them. the cardboard cutout of the restaurants pig mascot was long gone, you remember seeing it turned around at your high school graduation meal.

it’s very bittersweet to imagine how time had passed right by you, but there wasn’t time to be nostalgic for your youth now, maybe later though.

maeum and you were always close, he was the only reason you burst into tears that night your parents saw you walking into your apartment holding confetti and merch from one of bangtan’s first concerts.

therefore, he couldn’t keep his mouth shut any longer. he let his words flow, but not as fast as his tears, that were quickly wiped up by jiwoos napkins (your tears as well).

it turns out your parents researched bts that night they scolded you for lying to their face.

“God, is it so much to ask for you to just do something with your life? you know your own mother never got the opportunity to go pursue what she wanted? huh?”

they were more mad at you than anything, but you knew they’d be just as pissed to find out you had a talking stage with one of the members, that’s why maeum wouldn’t tell your parents too much about jiwoos family.

although you’d come to this restaurant on a dark note, tears were wiped away as drinks came along and the three of you got to chatting as if nothing happened between you in the first place.

on your way home from the restaurant, you promised a tipsy jiwoo that you’d come by to meet hoseok again.

“i want you to be my sister in law, because— because hoseok LOVES you! and he— he never stops” she took a breath between her hysterical sobbing, “talking about you, ____! you need to see him again ok i love you! bye!” she walked away, your brothers hand in hers as you waved to them before heading back to your car.

you packed lightly for your weekend trip, you planned to meet up with jiwoo and maeum again tomorrow to meet your family again. maybe the drinks you had in your hotel room affected you, because saying yes to your brothers invitation is what ruined the whole trip for you.

you flattened your skirt out, hoping your mom wouldn’t give you too much about the shorter cropped sweater you wore, but it was all you packed. you made your way to your car, taking the familiar route to your childhood home, for the first time in two years.

stepping out, you rang the doorbell. it’s like your heart was going to leap out of your chest, you had no time to panic as the door swung open barely a second later. it was your dad.

you never knew him too much, he wasn’t absent, just not all the way involved in your life. the most important recollections you had of him were his pats on the back for getting good grades in school, or driving him to the pharmacy to pick up his medicine. he’s had an autoimmune disease since you were about 11 years old, nothing too serious, it just weakened his defenses against colds.

he would get sick so often, that you can barely remember him ever being one of those dads that comes home from work and sits down to have a family meal. just hospitals, long naps, placing trays on his bedside table, and handing him pill containers. thankfully nothing serious ever happened to him, but you never knew if something could. that fact always left you uneasy, which is why you developed a soft spot for your dad.

you weren’t embarassed about the tears that fell from your eyes as he patted your back. “welcome home!” he said enthusiastically. he lead you into the house, jiwoo and maeum greeting you before maeum suggested you help your mom cook. the house was pretty big, and the structure was still the same. you made your way to the kitchen to see your mom cooking on the patio grill.

“mom?” you poked your head through the sliding door.

“oh! good to see you.” she nodded, not making eye contact with you. it was going to be a long dinner.

your parents seemed to love jiwoo, it made you a bit jealous that you didn’t have any smart and gorgeous partner to bring home (yet). your mind flashed back to jin, memories of him studying english for his first trip to america in your apartment.

“what? i’m world wide handsome, ____!” he patted your back while you lost your shit laughing at him.

“seokjin shut up! no you’re not!”

“she hate me.” he spoke into his phone. namjoon’s english was the best of any members, he consulted you regularly for tips but still was pretty damn good on his own.

memories hit you like a fucking bus as you sat at the table, listening to your brothers laughter. if only you had someone to laugh with like him, if only seokjin was here. he would love the grilled fish your mom makes, and your dads god awfully loud belting to the music on the radio.

you could listen to jin sing for hours, never getting tired of his gorgeous voice. on some nights, after you both showered the smell of sex and sweat off yourselves, you’d let jin spoon you. his long, slender arms wrapped around your waist, you felt his chest vibrate while he hummed your favorite songs to you until he passed out.

poor baby works too hard and still finds time to love on you, you didn’t deserve him. you never did. that’s why when your mom rudely asked how successful your “boys” were looking, you coldly responded with “i’m not working there anymore. i go to daegu arts university mom, you would know if you called me.” jiwoo took offense to your moms comments, her usually bright smile fell off her face, replaced by a slightly pissed glare in her eyes.

“well we would call if you were doing something i wanted to know about, daughter. i understand you’re an adult now but i raised a smart lawyer, not whatever path you’re taking. seriously, am i the only one ashamed of you? maeum, you could at least encourage her, sweetheart!” your mom kept complaining, you chose silence for the first time in your life. this wouldn’t be the first argument you two had, but you preferred not to embarrass yourself at your first family dinner in two years.

however, silence didn’t choose you.

“and to make it worse you’re chasing around some stupid boys who call themselves singers? passions don’t pay, ____. give up on those stupid dreams already.”

“you’ve said enough” your dad lightly warned her

“yes you have” you said back, “mom, what did you do with your life? decide to get pregnant at 18 and become a victim to the economy for the rest of your life? you think being a university professor means anything? your teaching degree has clearly gone to waste then, because i haven’t learned shit from you except how to ruin my potential and kill all my happiness. i can’t sit around here and let you clown me like im not your own kin, seriously. it’s like you don’t even fucking love me, i wish you would just die already so i don’t have to hear your fucking mouth anymore.”

the sound of your metal chopsticks clanking as you walked out echoed way too loud in the empty dining halls. you made your way right to your car, heading to your hotel to pack up and go home. fuck busan and your moms stupid fucking grilled fish.

you slammed your car door, almost knocking it off the hinges. immediately calling sullyoon to tell her the good news.

“hey ____! i was just thinking of you, how’s busan?”

“not the best, but i’ve got good news! i’m coming to see bts with you all next week”

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[cffeelia]

discography | chapt. 1

I NEED U — k. seokjin

in which bangtan writes their music about you, all 7 chasing you until someone steals your heart.

chapter summary: the group is preparing to launch the first part of their next musical project; the most beautiful moment in life, pt. 1. however, seokjin is dedicated to making one of the songs about you, hoping you’ll understand him and be his once again.

no warnings this chapter !! kind of an angsty vibe but dw girl the smut is coming.

previous chapter here (this is the first chapter stupid)

“hyung? no way, look namjoon he’s sleeping at the desk.”

hoseok and namjoon opened to door to seokjins dorm to find him asleep at his desk, pen discarded onto the floor and drool falling down onto his notebook. it was 1am, it’s not unusual for the guys to be up this late, especially with a comeback on the horizon, but seokjin wasn’t the type to stress himself out as much as the others about lyrics and song production.

“holy shit, he’s really going through it with this girl.” namjoon read over the lyrics he was writing:

“i need you girl,

why do i need you even though i know i’m going to get hurt?

you’re beautiful, too cold.

i need you girl.

just say you wanna breakup instead, that would be better

girl, say it wasn’t love

i don’t have that kind of courage

give me one last percent

so that i won’t go back anymore”

just by skimming the bridge, namjoon knew they had to do something with this.

two nights later, jimin held a piece of paper with that same bridge on it. he belted the final verse for the sixteenth time before looking back to namjoon from the recording booth window.

“better now?”

“that’s what i’m telling you jimin, you needed more emotion. it’s perfect.”

feeling relieved, he immediately dropped his headphones, walking straight from the booth to the studio door.

“goodnight hyung, don’t overwork yourself again.”

namjoon hummed in reply, knowing that’s exactly what he was planning to do.

jimin bumped into his oldest member while taking the elevator up to his dorm. it’s still unusual for jin to be up this late, he knew what was on his mind.

in the unusually silent elevator, jimin spoke up quietly.

“are you okay?”

seokjin turned to look jimin in the eyes, nodding rapidly before resuming his thoughts.

he wasn’t in any way, how could you leave him like this? did he even have a reason to be so fucking pissed?

his mind ran wild, not even paying attention to jimins conversation while he pictured you in all your glory.

your deep eyes that lead straight to your once our soul, everything about you, it was all his. why aren’t you in his dorm again? oh, right.

he shook his head as to not think of you anymore, you who was hundreds of miles away, fast asleep in a college dorm room.

if only he knew you weren’t. if only he knew you were still thinking of him, of the two of you. if this was any normal night, you would’ve been wide awake, head on seokjin’s chest while he cracked jokes like it wasn’t 1 in the morning. he would lay your hair flat with his palm, pressing an occasional kiss into your freshly shampooed hair. you’d feel the vibrations of his voice softly lulling you to sleep. he would talk your ear off, only closing his eyes once he propped himself slightly up to see you sound asleep, your face so beautiful and relaxed.

it’s not like you wanted to end things off, if you could choose, you would’ve married seokjin, but that’s not how things work. you’d met him working as a manager for his group in their late trainee and early debut days.

the boys were all sweethearts, but something about seokjin was special. the way he wrapped a blanket around you when you fell asleep managing late night rehearsals, or always started the coffee machine for you in the staff rooms before music bank performances, he was just too nice. the two of you got closer, eventually forming a weird type of relation-situationship. in the mornings, jin wake up early to make breakfast for you at your place. he would try his hardest to cuddle you into your mattress and convince you to just stay in bed with him all day, spoiling you with kisses everywhere, but you eventually would have to help him get ready, and be out of your apartment by 5am. you were expected to be at the bighit building at 6:30am, and wake the boys up as soon as you clocked in, so as long as nobody snitched that you were sleeping with jin, you’d be fine.

but company relationships are taboo, and shortly after bangtan released their third album, skool luv affair, a coworker knocked on your door to be met by jin, messy hair, sweat sticking it to his forehead. it took one look at his swollen lips, and lack of a shirt to connect the dots. you begged her not to report you, and she didn’t, she reported your lover. you had the chance to give up your spot as manager to her in exchange for her silence, but would be met with backlash from seokjin if you did.

some sacrifices have to be made, and you had to break things off with seokjin only a week after resigning from your position.

small fights happened between you two before about the fact that jin was risking his career to be with you, too many times now had someone interrupted you during your elevator make out sessions.

never anything too serious, but the last one is what ended your relationship.

“so what you’re just gonna be unemployed because you want to? what’s the truth ____, you know you can tell me!” he screamed.

“why does it even matter, seokjin? it’s not like it’s any of your business!”

this argument in particular started when you brought up going back to college and getting a degree since you quit your job as bts’ manager. jin playfully disagreed, asking you to stay with him, but something in you wasn’t having it. why couldn’t you just live your own life without his questions?

“can’t i ever do something that I want to without you breathing down my neck about it?”

“well fuck, then im sorry i don’t want my girlfriend abandoning me after i’ve sacrificed my own god damn career for her.” he said sarcastically, “like come on, can’t you ever do something for me?”

this was your final straw. you inhaled, trying to find the urge not to sock him in his handsome ass face.

“kim seokjin i am not your girlfriend” you warned.

“then will you be?”

“after all of this shit, no. not if i’m gonna have you fucking controlling me all this time. matter of fact, i’m going back to college, get out of my apartment.”

“no you’re not.” seokjin immediately went after you as you went to slam your bedroom door in his face. he barely got through the crack before you almost slammed it on him.

“____, can we please talk about this. i’m sorry, you don’t have to be my girlfriend just don’t make sudden decisions like this.”

“there’s nothing sudden about this seokjin! what am i supposed to do, work at a gas station so you can just come over and eat my food and fuck me?” tears threatened to fall from your eyes, it’s like your mouth was betraying you. you didn’t want to leave jin, you didn’t want to leave anyone. not bighit, not bangtan, and especially not your once shared apartment.

“i’m not saying that, just please, think about it. i love you babe.”

“don’t babe me! i’m never gonna make a living and get out of this damn city if i don’t get a valid education! i can’t just be a fucking manager for the rest of my life. i have ambitions too you know.” you spat back

“____.” jin called your name with so much love. so much every nerve and muscle in your body tensed as your resisted the urge to grab him and cry into his arms.

“jin, go away.” you pushed him out of your room, leaving him to sit against the other side, listening to you as you sobbed silently, only breaking the silence ever now and then to sniffle.

he silently let his tears fall from the other side of your door, after thirty minutes your apartment door slammed, but not before your bedroom door opened, you wanted to kiss him at least one more time. it was too late, you opened your lips to be met with a harsh gust of wind from your apartment door slamming shut.

the sound of the heavy door closing broke you, breaking out into full on sobs.

two days later, you pulled yourself together and let your thoughts rot in your empty apartment. for the first time in those two days, you left your apartment and drove all the way to your childhood town, an hour away in busan.

you ignored all of your emotions, putting your nervous system on airplane mode as you pulled into the cafe parking lot.

after ordering a small pastry and drink, you opened your laptop and started searching for universities.

you settled on one in daegu, daegu arts university.

you’ve always been fascinated by theatre, but never had the opportunity to pursue your dreams, as your family never considered it a legitimate career. you’ve not heard from your parents or brother in almost a year now, once they found out you were lying about attending college in seoul.

maybe that’s why you never gave jin any closure, it just runs in your blood.

months pass, and before you know it. you’re moving into your dorm room on campus, hanging out posters of your favorite tv shows and artists. part of you wants to show jin, but you know it’s too late to turn back now. so instead, you opened your laptop and got to work making new friends in an online chat room.

things were going great, you’d met another theatre major who also had a passion for music. before long, you all were trading you favorite artists left and right.

0_0: haiii!! i’m sullyoon , theatre major. super into idol groups, looking for new friends to rehearse with!

c0nversequeen: sullyoon!! nice to meet you, i’m ____. not so much into idol groups, but definelty into theatre. would love to rehearse and trade music artists with you <3

you bit the inside of your cheeks as the person typed back a response. before long, the awkwardness had faded.

conversation went from her favorite cafes in daegu, to newer idol groups she was loving.

c0nversequeen: i’ve heard great things about twice! i’m interested in western music tho. used to be into idols a ton… i managed one a year ago x_x

0_0: no way!!!!?! i don’t think you’re allowed to disclose who, but i’ll get it out of you one day! i’ve heard of britney spears before and beyoncé but i’m still more of an idol fan. recently i’ve taken a liking to a boy group, we should check out a cafe and stream some of their newer music!

a hangout already? campus life was going great. this was a refreshing new start for you and you were loving it.

sullyoon invited two of her friends. jisung, an art major, and ophelia, a music major. the friends seemed to be really into the boy group that sullyoon mentioned, the four of you were heading to a music store before the cafe to buy new cds.

you put the group onto your favorite paramore songs, jisung actually bought their latest cd. however, everton but you bought another group’s cd:

Bangtan Sonyeondan: The Most Beautiful Moment in Life, Part 1.

the hangout went smoothly, you got your new friend’s numbers and went home content at about 6pm. as soon as you got back to your dorm, you opened your laptop to search up bts’ latest album. ‘you’re just checking on old friends’ you told yourself, knowing what your intention was. you opened apple music and clicked on the only track you remembered because of its english lyrics: “i need u”.

it wasn’t long before the dots clicked, and by the end of the song, the credits gave it all away.

“Lyrics: RM, Suga, j-hope, Jin, PD “Hitman” bang”

you closed your laptop, your jaw shot to the floor as you tried to make sense of what you just heard.

jin wrote a fucking song about you? there’s no way. you tried to sleep it off, but had the worst and most pleasant nightmare of your life, being woken to the sound of jin’s angelic voice as you read a text “omg! bts on tour… we’re going to seoul!”

you were saved by your own alarm for the first time in your life, wiping sweat from your hairline as you reached to your phone to silence the alarm.

you had no time to go back to sleep, and for the first time that semester, you didn’t rush out of the door. instead, you left earlier, heading to the dorms across campus.

you pounded lightly on sullyoon’s door to find her surprisingly attentive.

“need something?” she piped up

“yea. i need to tell you about the group i managed.”

after school that day, you opened up to someone about you and jin for the first time ever. about how you felt attached to bts somehow, how you always ended up involved with them in someway. the cd’s, daegu being yoongi’s hometown, seokjin’s song about you, it’s like a sign from the universe.

you almost cried from all of sullyoon’s support, but her advice was what you pondered the entire night before bed.

“you should call him! i’m sure he misses you, what’s the worst that could happen, ____. it’s barely been a year and he clearly loves you and thinks of you still.”

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