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[geewithluv]

Down The Hall

Pairing: Reader x Kim Taehyung

Word Count: 1.5k

Warning: stalker!Taehyung

Summary: Something's up with her neighbor down the hall...

A/N: I haven't written in a long while... if you read this I hope you like it.

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She’s decided there is something noticeably off about her neighbor down the hall. She couldn’t put a finger on it if she tried. And she had tried. Numerous times. In the various conversations with her various family members during routine phone calls. In the coffee shop conversations with friends that were too busy to actually dedicate more than a half-hour to hang out and in conversations with friends who weren’t too busy and sat on her couch to hear her recollect the strange behaviors of her neighbor down the hall.

Everyone who would listen had probably heard her mention this man.

And everyone said something along the lines of her being paranoid. That this was just “city living” and the small-town girl just wasn’t used to “normal city behavior”.

Something was off.

Maybe it was the fact that he always had to walk his dog whenever she left her apartment. Even if she knew for a fact that he had just walked the dog less than an hour prior.

Maybe it was that it took him an extremely long time to check his mailbox. The exact amount of time it took for her to walk into the building from work and make her way to the elevator when he would then rush to go up to the 4th floor with her.

Or maybe it was even the newly found knowledge that he was now friends with her good friend that helped her move into the building. The friend that had heard her moans and groans, complaints and grievances, regarding the man down the hall and the creepy feeling she gets when she thinks about the fact that he most certainly knows her daily routine.

That friend, that close friend, was now friends with her neighbor down the hall.

His name is Taehyung . As she’s learned from Jungkook who was surprised she didn’t know his name since he knew her name very well. Jungkook didn’t find this nearly as concerning as she did.

“He’s really nice!” Jungkook tried to convince her. She wasn’t buying it. In fact, she was more apprehensive about the fact that the man had now become a regular customer at the record shop Jungkook managed. Jungkook even mentioned that Taehyung had been going to a different shop much closer to the apartment complex but decided to branch out.

All of a sudden.

Jungkook didn’t find this odd. She did.

Taehyung finally introduced himself to her one day on the elevator back up to the 4th floor. She was surprised to find that he seemed fairly normal. That thought didn’t last long because she quickly remembered that the best serial killers and psychopaths seem normal. She convinced herself that he seemed normal because of the dog he offered for her to pet.

He told her that she could call the dog Tannie. He offered the ball of fluff as if he was a peace offering. As if Taehyung knew he creeped her out. As if he knew she really liked dogs. As if he knew it was a way into her heart. As if he had talked to Jungkook about her.

“We’ve been over this,” Jungkook said with a huff, “Taehyung isn’t some crazed murderer. You’ve gotta stop watching those Netflix documentaries. He’s super chill and I want you to hang out with him. I feel like I’m cheating on you.” He tried to explain his actions.

“You are cheating on me! I told you that he creeps me out and you befriended him!” She was very upset, Jungkook was one of her only friends in the city. One of the only people close enough to come to her rescue if something went wrong. And now he’s befriended her biggest fear. A man she is more cautious of than that one homeless man by the subway station who likes to sing creepy renditions of 90’s pop songs.

“It was hard not to befriend him. C’mon. If I like him he can’t be that bad. You’re just a little paranoid because of the move. That’s normal, I was too! But you’ve gotta get over it and then you, Taehyung, and I can all be friends. That sounds great, right?”

“Does it really mean this much to you?” She asked with a sigh, but she already knew the answer.

“Yes! It’d be great! We could bring Jimin and Yoongi around too! Some of the girls, even!  We’d all be super close and have movie nights or something!” Jungkook sounded too excited for this possibility for her to let him down. So she agreed. She agreed to hang out with Taehyung and Jungkook.

Jungkook insisted that they hang out at her apartment. Since two of the three of them lived in the same complex and Taehyung said his place was a mess even though it’s the bigger apartment. She begrudgingly agreed.

Jungkook and Taehyung seemed really close. Closer than she’d expect two people who’ve only met weeks ago to be. Jungkook made friends quickly… but this was very quick. Too quick.

Taehyung complimented her vinyl collection when he came in. Something she was proud of because it was a pricy habit that Jungkook fed into like she was but a duck in a pond and he was a man with too much bread.

Taehyung lingered around her furniture a little too much for her liking. Delicately touching the fabric of her sofa as he walked past. He practically studied her bookshelf. And when she finished cooking, with minimal help from Jungkook, he savored every bite so much that it reminded her of those ‘mindful eating’ exercises a friend had recommended for anxiety and she was certain his food would go cold before he finished.

He complimented her greatly on it. Kept mentioning how delicious it was and he was sure he hadn’t met anyone who cooked as well as she did that wasn’t a professional chef.

The compliments kept coming throughout the evening. On how well she’s decorated and her eye for color. Gradually the compliments moved from her musical tastes and her throw pillows to how nicely she was dressed.

Jungkook was a little tipsy and didn’t notice this shift. She almost didn’t notice either, he was so smooth with the way he slipped it into the conversation.

Eventually, midway through a card game, Jungkook stood up and said he was going to head home before he got too drunk to call an uber. Before he left he hugged her, telling her he was so happy she and Taehyung get along. She gifted him the remaining half bottle of wine and told him to call when he got home.

“Let me help you clean up.” Taehyung offered. It sounded like an offer but it was more of a demand. She allowed him, being a little too tired and a little too intoxicated to deny the help anyway. He even washed the dishes as she started to lose energy.

Eventually, she became so tired that after Jungkook called to let her know he was safe she didn’t protest when Taehyung hugged her before leaving. He thanked her for the wonderful night before he closed her door and allowed her to rest.

Only for a few minutes. 15 if she had been looking at the time as Taehyung had. He knocked on the door. He waited for movement, waited for her to open the door. She didn’t. She had passed out on the sofa.

Taehyung smiled as he opened the door. “Forgot my wallet.” He said, for good measure, just in case she wasn’t fully out. But she was completely out. Taehyung almost worried she was dead. He checked her neck for a pulse and let himself linger there longer than necessary just caressing her neck thinking of how beautiful her collarbones were. How wonderful her lips looked just slightly parted and stained red with wine.

She had barely even finished the full glass so Taehyung wondered if she was such a lightweight that she thought nothing of a glass of wine knocking her out.

She must not have. Just like she must not have noticed Taehyung taking a little too long bringing her a glass or even subtly urging her to drink.

It didn’t matter anymore. She was out cold on her sofa, beautifully laid out for him. He’d stay in her apartment if he could but he already had a setup at his own that called out her name.

Carefully, Taehyung scooped her into his arms as if he was afraid of breaking her. He hummed a soft melody as he carried her into his apartment, thankful for the apartment doors closing on their own.

Taehyung walked her into the second bedroom of his apartment and laid her out on the bed.  He strokes her hair softly, “I’ve waited so long for you.”

[geewithluv]

domestic days | pjm

PAIRING: Park Jimin X Reader

WORD COUNT: 3.3k

GENRE: fluff, a tiny tiny bit of angst in the beginning

RATING: G

WARNING: mention of injury and medication

SUMMARY: Jimin gets a few days off to spend with Y/N and to be domestic. [made for @bangtan-headquarters​ Bangtan Boardwalk Summer!]

A/N: This is kinda all over the place, sorry in advance...

It was a much needed week of rest for Jimin. All the boys had been working their asses off on stage and off: recording, promoting, rehearsing, writing. It was a lot. All 7 of them needed a long vacation. But that word wasn’t in their dictionary. Guess they needed to make room for words you had never used in a sentence before so they could name their songs something fans would have to decipher because no one knows what the hell ‘mikrokosmos’ means off the top of their head.

 You sigh as Jimin enters your shared home. A sigh of both relief and worry. Relieved that he was actually okay and wasn’t just trying to reassure you during phone calls and texts, but worry soon washes that out when you can clearly see that he wasn’t okay. From the sofa it looked like half his body was covered in tape. “Missed you.” He says softly as he walks over, planting his lips on yours tenderly before carefully sitting next to you on the plush couch.

 “Missed you too.” You didn’t want to ask about the pain you knew he was having. You knew he’d say he was fine, it was just a precaution, you would both know he’d be lying. And you wanted him to actually rest, not have to argue with his girlfriend. But he needs to be told that he’s not fine...someone has to do it? Someone has to tell him he’s working too hard? But should it be you? Is it worth getting into a fight? Yeah...yeah it was. “You need to slow down, baby.” You speak softly, calm, letting him know you weren’t scolding, you weren’t trying to be his mother, you were just being his concerned lover.

“What do you mean?” He looks up at you, eyebrows furrowed as removes his shoes, that’s how bad the pain was, he couldn’t stand and take his shoes off at the door like he usually would. He had to come sit down and untie them. 

 “I’m worried about you...you work so hard, Jimin. I love that about you, I love that you always give 100%. But sometimes 100%,” you think of your next words carefully, “sometimes it isn’t what’s best for you. Sometimes 100% puts you in harms way.” He tries to give you a soft smile, trying to reassure you, it doesn’t work.

“Honey, if this is about all the tape it’s just a--”

 “Precaution,” you sigh, “I know, that’s what you always say. But 4 years of this isn’t a precaution. The pain is obviously bothering you. They’re not slapping it on for the aesthetic.” Your voice takes on a slightly sterner tone as you speak, but still remains at a calm level.

 “Y/N, don’t worry about me.” He takes your hands into his, looking into your eyes, that smile still on his face trying to make your worries go away, trying to make this conversation go away.

 “How can I not?” You look down at your lap. “I love you so much, I can’t just stop worrying about you.”

 “It’s not your job to worry about me.” He rubs the back of your hand with his thumb.

 “I think you need to take a break, like an actual break. Not just a ‘no concerts this month’ break but a ‘gotta get healthy and actually live life’ break. And that means you can’t just go practice choreography all day long when you’ve already messed up your back.” You say this very carefully, knowing this conversation is like walking on eggshells that also happen to be on thin ice, telling Jimin not to do something could go wrong very quickly, especially when it came to his performances. To him, telling him not to practice, telling him not to dance, was like asking him to stop breathing. You knew this, you knew it was an escape from him, but you also knew this escape was hurting him. It was becoming a cycle. He’d get frustrated from being in pain, so he’d dance, he’d be in pain from dancing, then he’d get frustrated from the pain. He couldn’t keep doing this to himself. And as selfish as you thought it may have sounded if you said it out loud, he couldn’t keep doing this to you.

 “Jagi, I can’t just stop dancing m--” He moves his shoulder back too fast as he talks, trying to explain and (unfortunately) using dramatic hand movements as he does so. A sharp pain moves through his arm and his back, stopping him from functioning for a second. You were torn between rushing to comfort him, ask what he needed, cater to him, or give him an ‘I told you so’ look. A combination of both would have to do.

 “I think you still have some meds from the doctor earlier this year.” You stand up, walking over toward the kitchen to grab him some water, making sure he saw the look on your face as you did so.

 “I don’t. Took them with me. There were only a couple left anyway.” He explains. You didn’t know he had brought the pain meds with him on tour, it shouldn’t have bothered you. They’re his meds, right? He can bring his medication wherever he wants and it’s good to have on hand. But it did bother you. Because he wouldn’t have brought them with him unless he thought he would need them. He wouldn’t have even thought about the pain unless he was faced with it. He was kinda like that in a loveable but annoying way, always saying something along the lines of being too busy to live in anything but the present.

 “Do you need an ice pack? Heat pack?” You ask, already opening the freezer.

 “What I need is for you to come sit down and cuddle me.” He says, you were happy to do so. 

 “Wanna go lay in bed? More room for better cuddles.” You smile at him as you come back into the living room, standing in front of him.

 “If we go to the bedroom, I may not be able to resist showing you how much I missed you.” He places his hands on your waist, pulling you a little closer to him, his movements are slower than you’re used to with him. 

 “Like being on the couch has ever prevented you from that.” You laugh as he presses his head into your stomach, his hands softly caressing the back of your thighs. “However,” you start, making him lean back to look at you, “I’m putting you on a very strict ‘rest only’ plan for the time being.” He groans loudly, you try to cover your laugh as he acts so dramatic. 

 “But jagi!” He whines. “I missed you so much, all of you. Been away for too long without feeling you, and now you’re just gonna tease me like this.” His hands continue to roam your body.

 “I’m not teasing, silly.” You roll your eyes.

 “You being in the same place as me and not letting me fuck you is definitely teasing.” His hands meet the back of your knees and you know he’s about to pull you in to straddle him. You quickly move back, just out of arm's reach.

 “Nuh-uh, Park Jimin. I’m serious. You’ve gotta rest. It’s not about sex, it’s about your health.”

 “Are those not the same?” A smirk crosses his face as he slowly runs his fingers through his hair, careful not to move too quickly when he raises his arm up.

 “I’ll reconsider when you can do that without having to think about it first.” You say as his hair flops back down onto his face. His smirk now a pout. “Now, how about we order some food, and go watch a movie in bed?” You suggest, already knowing he’ll agree and making your way to the kitchen to find the menus.

 “You know me so well.”

 “I’d hope so!” You giggle, getting out your phone. “Usual?”

 “Mhm.” He says, walking into the kitchen as you start dialing the number. As you talk to the worker at the restaurant. He wraps his arms around your waist. Tempted to get you riled up while you were too distracted to scold him. He knew you were right, he needed to rest, not push himself, but he also knew he was a horny guy in his 20’s with a hot girlfriend he hasn’t seen in far too long. One day is far too long to be without you as far as he was concerned. Touring without having his beautiful girl waiting for him in bed after a concert is a hell on earth. As you finish ordering, his hands are still rubbing your sides, his head rested on your shoulder.

 “What do you wanna watch tonight, baby.” You turn around to face him, pressing your back against the counter. He shrugs. 

 “Doesn’t matter. Just wanna be with you.” His lips just barely brush yours. “I missed you so fucking much.” He says, capturing your bottom lip between his own plump lips, tugging ever so slightly.

 “I missed you too.” You wrap your arms around his neck, careful not to apply too much weight or make a sudden movement.

 “I’ll stop pushing myself so hard, okay?” He mutters against your lips, briefly making eye contact.

 “It’s for your own good. You know I love watching you do what you love. But I love you being alive after to talk about it even more.” You peck his lips.

 “I would leave it all behind if it meant being with you.” He says.

 “Jimin,” you whined, “don’t say that.”

 “It’s true, performing with my best friends for our fans is something I could’ve only ever dreamed of. And I’m so lucky to be doing it. But I couldn’t dream of a more perfect girl than you, Y/N.” You let your fingers get tangled in his hair as he speaks. A soft blush tinting your cheeks. “I’d throw it all away for you. I want you to know that.”

 “Minnie!” You whined again, hiding your face in his chest as he laughed. He knew you weren’t too fond of when he said things like this, you always said you never knew what to do when anyone said nice things about you so you got embarrassed and shy every time, which happened to be one of his favorite things. He held you in his arms, a big smile on his face as he started to sway slightly, as if dancing to music that wasn’t playing. But he starts humming a tune you recognize immediately. The humming turns to softly singing.

 “Love me now,” he sings and you feel your heart flutter, “touch me now.” You could never grow tired of his voice, would always jump at the opportunity to hear him sing. And right now, slowly swaying in the kitchen of your apartment, the only sound being his voice and the slight creaks of the tile as your weight shifted, you knew this is where you wanted to be for the rest of your life. The doorbell chimes loudly interrupting the moment.  “They’re too fast.” Jimin notes of your favorite restaurant’s delivery people. He makes his way to the door. Quickly paying and thanking the man.

 “They know it’s you.” You explain. “Sometimes I think they have our order prepared at all times.” You laugh, only slightly joking. You’ve met the owner before who felt a huge duty to provide the best service for Jimin after finding out they were frequent customers. No matter how hard Jimin tried to be humble, the owner refused.

 “Pros of being an idol?” He suggests. “I’ll grab some plates, take this to our room?” He motions toward the bag. You nod, making your way to the bedroom and turning on the television. You’re sure the evening will be filled more with stories of your time apart than actually watching anything so you hope whatever Mnet is showing isn’t horrible so you can eat, talk, and go to sleep.

 ---

 Jimin looked at you like you owned the world. Even in the simplest of moments. Like now, the first morning back from tour, as you tend to the garden. A skill, he learned from you, was quite complicated when done correctly and he’d much rather watch you than participate and ruin the plants you’d worked so hard to raise. Jimin had spent many a night wondering how wonderful a mother you’d be one day to your children if you were so loving and diligent with your plants. He had determined, long ago, that if he were so blessed to share children with you, that you’d be the perfect mother. His slippers on the stone walkway alert you to his presence. You look up at him, sun hat almost covering your face but he can see your eyes widen and the lips he would kiss for years on end raise in a smile.

 “Good morning!” You greet him, your voice is a melody that sings words of comfort and devotion, something he looks to in his times of need or even on the most easy-going of days just to make it all the better.

 “Morning, princess.” He makes his way over to you standing by the lavender plants. “You almost finished?” He asks, looking around at the plants, freshly watered, droplets decorating vibrant petals. 

 “I was just about to come in, actually. Not much to do today.” You tell him, pecking his lips. “You know what I was thinking about?” You ask, he hums for you to continue. “We haven’t opened the pool yet and I’m sure the guys would love to come over and use it.”

 “Ah,” he made a noise of agreement, “we should do that today.” He says as his fingers trail your exposed waist.

 “You sure? Don’t want you doing chores on your short time off. Especially with your back the way it is.” Your lips in a slight pout he wishes he could kiss away.

 “Actually, it might be a little longer than a week. I just off the phone and everyone thinks we might need a little more time to relax. So,” he hums, “I’m all yours for a little while longer.”

 Really?” You say, trying not to sound too excited. Jimin nods. “I’ll make some breakfast to celebrate.” You press your lips to his, planning on it just being a brief kiss but Jimin holds you close, letting the kiss linger.

 “Sounds perfect.” He says when you part and make your way into the air-conditioned house.

 You remember, fondly, when you two got the house. When Jimin initially suggested you two get a place of your own you agreed with no hesitation. But you were surprised to find that Jimin was thinking of a house and not an apartment as you had originally thought. A house was a much bigger commitment not only in the property maintenance itself but in a relationship. You had asked him when you visited the first house, why you weren’t looking at apartments. You remember him telling you so simply that you couldn’t have the garden of your dreams in an apartment. Though you had been with Jimin for a couple of years and considered the relationship to be very serious, that was truly the moment you realized how special he (and your relationship) really was.

 And now, you two were in the kitchen of your house, your home, and a perfect view of your garden from the kitchen window. It was perfect. More than you could’ve ever hoped for. Jimin had worried about buying a house, Korea was much more apartment-focused so even getting a house anywhere near the city could be a task. One he was obviously prepared to take on. But now, he was sure the property was worth the extra drive. 

 Jimin walks over to the stove and wraps his arms around your waist. “Pancakes?” He asks, looking at the batter on the counter.

 “Waffles.” You correct him.

 “I think you should make pancakes.” He kisses your cheek, an attempt at a bribe.

 You don’t fall for it, “I think you should count your blessings.”

 “Okay, okay. Waffles. I’ll bug you for pancakes another time.”

 “I’m sure you will.” You sigh, and he smiles, knowing for a fact he will. The mornings you get to spend with Jimin are some of the best mornings. They are calm, no worries about getting to practice or the studio, no rushing to (or from) the airport. Just the two of you enjoying the time you have together.  Jimin walks over to the cabinets, pulling out a couple of plates and starts humming along to the music as he grabs some orange juice and some milk.

 “Big breakfast? Or small breakfast?” He asks, staring into the open fridge.

 “What does your diet allow?” 

 “A big breakfast prepared by my beautiful wife.” He looks over at you. You smile as you flip a pancake over and it starts to sizzle.

 You hum, “not your wife.”

 “Yet.”

 “Yet.” You agree, not looking at him because you’re sure your heart will burst if you do.

 “My back feels better.” He tells you. “Think a soft bed helped. And the hot shower.”

 “Good, are you going to call Dr. Lee and ask for more meds?”

 “I might, I’m not sure, yet.” He shrugs, you look over at him. “Okay, fine. I’ll call and see what she thinks.”

 “Thank you.” You smile and finish up breakfast.

 ---

 It’s a little too warm for your liking. But you sit outside in the garden with Jimin nevertheless. It’s a little later in the afternoon and you’re enjoying some lemonade lounged on a red checkered picnic blanket watching the few clouds float through the sky.

 “I like days like this.” Jimin says suddenly. You turn on your side to look at him. “Enjoying a summer day with the love of my life. No worries, no obligations. Just us and the sun.”

 “It is nice.” You let out a longing sigh. “Wish we could do it more often.”

 “One day.” He promises, reaching out to hold your hand. “And one day maybe we’ll have a kid to enjoy it with too.” He suggests, looking over at you apprehensively. 

 “One day.” You promise, kissing his knuckles. He smiles so wide it reaches his eyes. A loud ding of a text notification breaks the soft sound of the wind.

 “It’s the guys.” He tells you. “They say this weekend they can come by and help set up the pool.”

 “Getting a pool was a good idea.” You laugh, you remember how eager Jungkook was for summer to come when the guys came over for the first time and saw it.

 “We’ve always got good ideas.” He laughs along with you, sending a reply back to the guys. “Ready to go in?” He asks, sitting up with a slight grunt and rolling his shoulder.

 “Yeah, let me grab the stuff.” You stand, starting to collect the cups and pitcher while Jimin grabs the blanket before you can protest him doing any work.

 ---

 “Was it worth it?” You yell to Jungkook who is floating out in the pool.

 “Hell yeah!” He cheers. The guys had spent an embarrassingly long time trying to remove the tarp to the pool and fish out any leaves. Turns out setting up a pool was a little more frustrating than initially thought but maybe having 8 people do it at one time didn’t help.

 There’s some music playing from the speaker but the bass is too prominent for you to figure out what it is. Jimin comes up behind you with a bottle of soju. “Having fun?” He asks. Jin is barbequing with Yoongi a few feet away.

 “Of course.” You turn around to kiss his lips. “I’m always having fun as long as I’m with you.”

[geewithluv]

jungkook ♛ meeting her parents

Ｐａｉｒｉｎｇ：Jeon Jungkook x Fem!OC Emmie

Ｇｅｎｒｅ：Fluff

Ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ： none

Ｒａｔｉｎｇ：G

Ｗｏｒｄ Ｃｏｕｎｔ：1.4k

Ａ／Ｎ： «this belongs in my headcanon universe and you can read the other parts in the masterlist, the description of the characters is [here] so you get a summary of who they are. »

ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ

Emmie had a big family. A really big family. Big enough that she had to triple check she brought gifts for everyone because a double-check had proven inadequate. She was one of 8 children and her aunts and uncles all had at least 3 kids as well. Annual family reunions looked more like concerts and despite having moved to Korea after her study-abroad turned into a dream job 3 years ago, she hadn’t missed a single family reunion and she refused to.

 Emmie and Jungkook had been together for about a year when family reunion season came around. It was between the Europe and Asia legs of the Speak Yourself Tour which worked out really well for Jungkook who wanted to meet Emmie’s family. 

 Emmie had explained to Jungkook that you didn’t just meet her family, you experienced them and she wasn’t sure a family reunion would be the best idea. They’d only been dating for a year and sure she wouldn’t be the first person to bring their partner, her cousin once brought a guy she had only been dating for a month and they broke up during the barbeque. But she was still worried. She knew it would be the 3rd year where her relatives would wonder if she was secretly miserable in Korea. She knew they did it out of concern for her but that didn’t make it any less annoying and she didn’t want to throw Jungkook into that.

 He insisted, however. And she agreed. Her mother was so excited Emmie thought she’d come to Korea herself to gather the couple. Her father shared similar feelings but played his ‘protective dad’ role well over the phone when she called them. 

 To Jungkook, this trip was an adventure. It was also a way to prove how serious he was about their relationship. He was so deeply in love and no matter how many times he said it and how many times she said it back and told him that she knew he loved her, he still felt like she didn’t really get it.

 “I think my mom had to straightjacket Amber.” Emmie tells Jungkook, referring to her 15-year-old sister who was a huge fan and upon figuring out Emmie was dating THE Jeon Jungkook had done her best Mariah Carey “Emotions” whistle note only cover on the phone. And she nearly fainted when she figured out she’d be able to actually meet him and talk to him. Emmie was less than thrilled as she tried to guide her sister into not being weird around her boyfriend (“No you cannot call him Jungkook-oppa.” “Why not?” “Because it’s weird.” “But he’s my oppa…” “He’s not your-- never mind.”). She loved her sister but not this part of her.

 Jungkook laughed. “She’s that excited?”

 “You have no idea. She might try to kidnap you.”

 “I’m always up for a little danger to get the blood pumping.” He said as the flight attendants started their spiel on safety protocol.

 Emmie had told Jungkook about her life back home. Her parents didn’t have a lot of money even before they decided to have 8 kids but they made ends meet, even if it meant small dinners and stocking up on cafeteria food at school to bring home. Bills were paid, water running, clothes on their back. They couldn’t complain. But it wasn’t great. There was still stress over paying bills and buying clothes as the children grew that carried over into their adult lives. It’s actually how Emmie started sewing, at first it was fixing holes and buttons and then sewing shirts and dresses for school.

 Emmie explained that her parents named all 8 kids after jewels. Crystal, Garnet, the twins Jasper and Jet, herself Emerald, Sterling, Ruby, and Amber. They hoped that the names would serve as some sort of prophecy and it seemed to work. The 6 old enough to had gone to college or got into a trade, the two youngest were doing good in school, and 2 of them were in happy marriages. 

 It really did work out well. To the relief of many who worried that the couple just birthed 8 children into the poverty cycle. 

 The couple caught a cab to Emmie’s house after deciding that she didn’t want to settle the ongoing argument over who will go to the airport to pick them up.

 “Oh my god…” Emmie said as the car pulled up to her home. Written on a banner hanging from her porch was “welcome home Emmie & Jungkook!” with some accompanying doodles she’s sure is the work of Amber. Though Jungkook found it endearing, Emmie found it embarrassing and her cheeks tinted a color similar to her hair.

 “That’s so nice!” Jungkook smiled as they got out of the cab, paying the driver and grabbing their bags. They hardly had time to stretch their legs before the whole family piled out of the house and straight into a group hug that Jungkook was not expecting to be pulled into. Questions started flying from everyone’s mouth, ‘how was the plane’ ‘did you bring anything’ ‘how’ve you been’ ‘are you excited’ it reminded Jungkook of all the times he was accosted at the airport.

 “One at a time, please.” Emmie huffed as her family started to release from the hug. “Can we get inside?” She asked with a laugh.

 “C’mon, c’mon. I got your room all ready for ya’ll!” Emmie’s mother clapped her hands together excitedly as various siblings started grabbing suitcases.

 Jungkook learned quickly that Emmie’s house was organized chaos. He wasn’t too surprised, the BTS dorms were similar in that way especially when they were younger and there were 3 less people there. 

 “Now, Aunt Betsy wants us over there a little early. Says she’s got some clothes she wants you to fix up and I tried to tell her you were on a vacation but you know how she is. Your father’s sister, truly.” Emmie’s mother tutted at the dinner table as food got passed around. 

 “It’s alright, momma.” She said truthfully. She never really took vacations anyway, she was always thinking about her job no matter how much Jungkook tried to get her to take a full break.

 “Now, Jungkook.” Her mother spoke and Jungkook jerked his head up from the mashed potatoes. “I was fully planning on showing you all Emmie’s cute little baby photos--”

 Emmie interjected with a gasp, “Momma!”

 “--I’ve got binders full of pictures of all my children, but Miss Amber here would just die if you saw her in ‘em too.”

 “Momma!” Amber screeched.

 “My god, you banshee!” Sterling, Emmie’s 21 year old brother, scolded. “You’ll make the guy lose his hearing and then how will he be able to sing, huh? Gonna sue you for damages or something, I can see the headlines now--”

 “The kid’s already a tomato, Sterling, cut it out.” The eldest, Crystal pointed at her youngest sister. Emmie was trying not to laugh and she could tell Jungkook was too. 

 “Ya know, Amber called every damn radio station she could find trying to win tickets to your show!” Ruby, only a couple years older than Amber, chimed in.

 “Really?” Jungkook’s eyebrows raised, he knew fans did a lot but he couldn’t imagine the time it took.

 “Yeah! She spent more time doing that than she did on her homework.” Ruby continued.

 Amber was quick to defend herself. “I wasn’t alone! You called like half of ‘em when you weren’t busy flirting with Jake from your--”

 “We are not talking about that!” Ruby dropped her fork in shock.

 “Whose Jake?!” All four brothers started.

 “Here we go.” Emmie groaned.

 “Now, look. I got one sister married, one dating, and now I gotta worry about another with some guy named Jake? I’m driving you to school from now on!” Garnet, the second eldest said.

 “Cut it out. You guys are gonna make Jungkook think we’re crazy.” Emmie’s father finally spoke up. “We should all just sit here and have a nice meal. See, Emmie’s not bickering back and forth. Being real mannered. C’mon y'all.”

 “Emmie’s only quiet cause she’s trying to impress her boyfriend.” Jet scoffed.

 “Hey, did Emmie ever tell you about the time when she was 8 and a girl in her class--”

 “Jasper!”

 “Oh this has to be good.” Jungkook motioned for Jasper to continue.

 After the evening had settled and Emmie and Jungkook had gotten ready for bed, Jungkook turned to her.

 “Your family is a lot.” He said.

 “Sorry.” She murmured with a sigh as she turned out the light.

 “No, no. I like it. It’s nice.” He spoke with a fond smile. “I just hope I’ll fit in.” He wrapped his arm around her. 

 “You already do. Get some sleep, I love you.” She kissed his lips softly.

 “Love you too.”

[geewithluv]

lust is love adjacent | knj

PAIRING: Kim Namjoon X Reader

WORD COUNT: 4.2k

GENRE: smut, fluff, fwb (kinda)

RATING: 18+

WARNING: mostly sex, some plot, dom/sub undertones, dom!namjoon, daddy kink, unconfessed feelings, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex, fluffy ending

SUMMARY:  During a group vacation, Y/N and NJ are pretending/denying they aren’t in love and they innocently think their friend group is clueless about their feelings. [made for @bangtan-headquarters​ Bangtan Boardwalk Summer!]

The bonfire was supposed to be a calm event. Less than a dozen friends on the beach spending a much-needed vacation together. Nothing full of tension. 

 Nevertheless, you sat across the fire from Namjoon. The reddish-orange flames illuminate both pairs of eyes as you stare at each other. Knowing what the other wanted. It was an open secret of sorts. Everyone knew you and Namjoon were together. 

 But not together. Not really, at least.

 You had never put words to what you were. Never told anyone either. But they knew. They knew because at least once a week Namjoon would try to sneak you into the dorm when he thought everyone was asleep. But Jungkook was awake and focused on a video game that wasn’t loud enough to muffle out the sound of the front door opening and closing. And Yoongi, taking a break from creating music, hadn’t soundproofed his room well enough to miss the stifled giggles and whispers of ‘I missed you’ as you two made your way into Namjoon’s room. Hoseok was always up early in the mornings, scrolling through his phone when Namjoon helped you sneak out every day. He had almost caught you once and decided from then on he’d wait in his room a little longer in the mornings so his friend had a few extra ‘see you soon’ kisses before leading you out the door. 

They knew. They all knew very well. This is why no one was really surprised that you two were so focused on each other during what was supposed to be a group event. Sure, they found it a little annoying. But they hoped, secretly, that you two would muster up the courage to tell them what was going on. But they didn’t know the two of you needed to figure it out first.

 Namjoon was too kind. You were sure of that. So giving, so considerate, never pushing. Until you asked him. Until the nights you had him fully alone and didn’t need to worry about being too loud and alerting one of the other members. He could make you loud. Too loud. So loud it was embarrassing the first few times until he was able to convince you that he loved how loud you were because he knew that was all him. Kim Namjoon. The man with a million perfectly placed words who had never told you how he felt for you. Not really, at least. He had written you many poems. Just songs without the music, he said. Sometimes you received them in writing, a piece of nice cardstock, words written delicately in black ink, stamped and sent to your mailbox even though you had seen him in between the sending and delivery of the letter. Sometimes you got poems in text messages sent 5 minutes before your lunch break because he wanted you to have something to smile about so you didn’t stress out about work during your 30 minutes of rest. Sometimes they were voice memos sent at 2 AM. His voice sleepy but he’d tell you he couldn’t rest until he told you. He’d ask you why you were up so late when you’d reply thanking him for the words and you’d tell him you couldn’t rest until you heard him.

 But he never told you, in simple words, how he felt about you. Instead, his fingers would lace with yours when you tried to stop gripping the bedsheets so tight you were sure they’d rip and he’d look deep into your eyes as you cried out in bliss and he’d tell you how beautiful you looked for him. Just for him. On occasion, he’d make you repeat it, make you tell him that you were really just for him. You’d comply, no hesitation. Because you truly believed you were just for him. Only him. But he had never claimed you as his. Never gave you a reason to tell guys that were hitting on you that you were happily taken. Instead, he’d let you fall into his arms after a particularly hard day at work and cry into his chest and he’d tell you. “I’ve got you. I’ve always got you. I’m always here.” And he’d put on your favorite movie, grab your favorite snacks, cuddle in your favorite position, and hold you until you fell asleep. And he’d hold you until the sun rose in the morning and you’d have to part ways.

 Even now, separated only by a pile of burning logs, you were sure you were staring right into his soul, begging it to tell you how he felt. But his soul stayed silent. It didn’t tell you how you were the first thing on his mind in the mornings. It didn’t tell you how many nights he stayed awake in hotel rooms in a different time zone waiting for you to get off work just so he could hear your voice before he went to bed. It didn’t tell you how many scraps of paper inked with words spilling his heart out to you went into the garbage as he insisted they weren’t good enough for you. His soul didn’t tell you how after every live performance he’d ask if you had watched, he’d ask if you liked it, if you thought he did well. It didn’t tell you how long he would spend on cloud nine when you told him you loved it and he did so well.

 Jin broke you out of your thoughts, “I’m getting tired.” He stood up, stretching with a groan. It was growing late, and perhaps he was tired of watching you and Namjoon try to figure out telepathy. 

 “Alright, old man.” A friend of the group laughed as Yoongi and Jimin took it upon themselves to put the fire out and you all started to clean up the empty beer bottles and towels. The rented beach house was spacious. It was a beach mansion, you thought when you had arrived. It had 2 guest houses so everyone got their own space, even if it was just a cornered off living room. It was amazing you guys found the place. 

 The movement from the hot summer air into the cool air-conditioned house made you shiver. A motion that didn’t go unnoticed by Namjoon. Looking over at you making sure nothing had gone wrong but not missing the way your nipples had pebbled under the thin cotton of your tank top. How could he miss that? He couldn’t. He knew your body too well. Knew exactly how your breasts would feel in his hands, how your nipples would feel between his teeth as he tugged just slightly. He knew just how you’d moan when he’d do it.

 “Y/N.” He muttered, stopping you from going into your room. Taehyung pretends he doesn’t notice you two stopped in the hallway as he slips into his room, closing the door and hoping you two take it somewhere that he can’t hear you.

 “What is it?” You look up at him, a silly question. You knew what he wanted, you knew exactly what he had stopped you for. Not that you minded, of course. But you knew he wasn’t about to ask if he could borrow a pair of headphones but rather if he could borrow your company for the night.

 “Come to mine.” His voice lowered, it wasn’t a question. He didn’t need to ask anyway, he knew you’d do it. He lowered his mouth to your ear. “No one else is there, you can be as loud as you want.” His lips nipped at your neck. Namjoon was in the pool house rather than an actual bedroom. It wasn’t large enough for two beds and the older pull out sofa was plenty for him especially when it meant no one had to share a space. You knew he truly meant you could be loud when you were in there. It was nearly soundproof and everyone else would be inside their own rooms. Earlier in the trip, the door had closed with the radio blaring inside and it became silent.

 “What if I don’t want to?” You tease, he lets out a soft groan. Annoyed that you would deny both of you the inevitable pleasure for even a moment longer. He doesn’t respond. Verbally, that is. He just wraps his lips around that certain spot on your neck and sucks just how you like it. His teeth softly grazing the skin while you try to suppress a moan.

 “C’mon.” Namjoon tells you, grabbing your hand and leading you away with him. As the door closes to the pool house and Namjoon pulls the curtains shut. You allow yourself to gaze at the man. Selfishly, so. You’d spent so much of the trip pretending you weren’t so utterly entranced by him. Pretending you didn’t know how he looked naked, sweat still beaded on his skin from a performance, his breath hardly calmed since he had just gotten off stage but he insisted he needed you. You had to act as if you weren’t completely in lov--

 “See something you like?” His voice breaks your trance. He pulls his shirt over his head in one swift motion. Exposing his broad chest to you.

 “I sure do.” You smile as he crosses the room to where you sit on the sofabed. 

 “Good,” he pushes you to lay down, climbing on top of you. Your body trapped between his biceps, “It’d be such a shame if you didn’t like the body that’s going to wreck yours tonight.” He bends his head down to kiss your lips. Softly, delicately, as if his words didn’t give a different plan for the night. His tongue grazes yours and you can still taste a hint of the beer. “Let’s get you out of these.” He starts tugging at your clothing. A tanktop way too thin for his liking and shorts way too short for his liking. Clothes he’d rather you not wear around a group of horny guys but you weren’t his to argue with about that. He kinda hoped you wore them just to tease him. You were. Of course. No one else’s attention mattered. You could walk into a room and get 50 of the most eligible bachelors hard in an instant but it wouldn’t matter unless it was him.

 “Don’t rip. I’ve still gotta leave in the morning.” You say, he had a habit of ripping your clothes. Sometimes on purpose, sometimes an accident. You keep telling yourself not to wear such thin panties if you don’t want him to rip them. But you wear them, nevertheless.

 “Or don’t leave.” He suggests once you’re naked under him. You look at him questioningly. Recognizing that’s not an option. “I could tell them you got sick.” He reasons.

 “And went to your room?” You question, helping him remove his pants. 

 “We’ll figure it out later.” A usually so well-prepared man who often found himself so unprepared and okay with it when it came to you. “Now,” he stands up, biting his lip as he looks at you. One hand palming his cock through his boxers, “anything else you want to say? Or can I eat you out now?” There was an obvious answer but he didn’t even wait for it. Instead, he sinks to his knees at the foot of the bed and pulls you by your hips right up to his waiting mouth. The first lick at your waiting pussy was his favorite taste. And every lick after that too.

 “Fuck.” You mutter. You’re not sure you’ll ever get used to his tongue on you. The way his hands dig at your skin, not letting you move away from him even a little. He forces you to fall victim to his mouth. One hard suck at your clit has you quickly slapping a hand over your mouth to muffle the noises. He doesn’t like that. He wants to hear how good he’s making you feel just as much as he wants to taste it. He reaches up with one hand, not slowing, and slaps at your arm. Light enough so he doesn’t hurt you (there’s a time for that later), but hard enough that you know exactly what he wants. His hand doesn’t fall back to your hip though. It moves lower and you feel his fingers circle at your entrance. His mouth moves away before he lets his fingers dip into your core. He wants to watch your face as he does it. You lock eyes with him, his mouth is shiny from your wetness. Once he has your attention, he pushes two long fingers inside of you and basks in the way your back curves at the intrusion. An inhale and soon a longing exhale as the pleasure moved through you. 

 “You look so beautiful.” He says quietly, to himself more than to you. He becomes mesmerized in the way his fingers pump in and out of you. He pulls his fingers out of you completely, watching long thin strings of your juices connect his fingertips to your pussy. You whine, not wanting to be empty any longer. Namjoon’s eyes meet yours again. A cocky grin on his face as you start pleading for him to keep going. “So needy.” He says, using a scolding tone as if you had done something wrong. As if he didn’t love just how needy you are for him. Namjoon gets onto the bed and motions for you to shift up so your legs are no longer hanging over the end. Now face to face, Namjoon slides his fingers back inside of you. As much as he enjoyed how your lips parted and moans and sighs of pleasure fell out, he couldn’t help but kiss you. He felt as if he could kiss you forever and forever wouldn’t be long enough to fully satisfy him. He quickens the pace of his fingers, curling at just the right angle making you moan into his mouth. He runs his other hand up the side of your body, stopping at your breast and gripping it tightly. The sudden harshness would’ve made you jolt if you had anywhere to move. Namjoon kneads the flesh in his hand, massaging the pain away. When he stops kissing you, you want to protest but before you can his lips are trailing light kisses from the side of your mouth, across your cheek, and down to your neck. 

 “Namjoon…” His name falls from your lips as his lips attach to your neck. His fingers are still pumping away inside your pussy and his other hand is now pulling at your nipple. “Namjoon!” You say a bit louder as all the sensations start to build up and you reach your heights.

 “Cum for me.” Namjoon responds, he moves his head back up to watch you. His demand breaks the spell holding you back and you let go. Clenching around his fingers, back arching. He doesn’t stop finger fucking you, making sure you ride out your orgasm fully. When he’s sure that you’ve finished, he kisses you softly. “Good girl.” He says as if you’re finished for the night. But you know better. You didn’t need to open your eyes to know he was moving down the bed and in between your legs. You hold your breath, waiting to feel his mouth on you. You know you’re dripping, he loved how wet you got after you came. And you’re sure he’s trying to memorize how you look right now. 

 You knew it was coming and yet you were still so unprepared. “Fuck!” You yell, louder than you wanted when his mouth comes in contact with your pussy. Top lip right above your clit and bottom lip under your hole. He moves his lips like he’s french kissing. Tongue prodding at your hole just a little. A wet noise reaches your ears when he pulls away. 

 “Taste so good, baby.” He tells you. “Think you can cum again? Cum on my tongue?” He asks, it’s not really a question. You nod, though. Maybe your brain is still clouded from the first orgasm to realize what you were agreeing to, a night of overstimulation. You’re almost two orgasms in and he hasn’t even fucked you yet. You feel his mouth back on you and try to, weakly, shift your hips away. Your body reacting instinctively. Namjoon’s arms make sure you don’t go anywhere but further into his mouth though.

 “Please, please, please.” Your hands move into his hair. You’re not sure if you’re begging him to stop or begging him for more. A little of both. As much as your body wants to move away from the stimulation, your brain wants more. Your brain wants everything Namjoon can give you. His tongue swirls around your throbbing clit and he basks in the sounds you make. The second orgasm follows the first one closely, you wonder with the bit of energy you have left to do so, if you’ll have recovery time between the inevitable third orgasm. “I’m c--” You can’t finish your sentence, but he knows. He can feel you clenching, ready to release into his waiting mouth. 

 “That’s it. Cum on daddy’s tongue.” Namjoon briefly moves his mouth from you just to wrap his plump lips around your clit and gives it a harsh suck. You moan, more of a scream, much louder than intended as you cum. He slows his actions, letting you calm before he removes all stimuli. If it wasn’t for him trying to waive the pain of overstimulation, he’d stay between your legs much longer tasting your release. “Did so good, babydoll.” He praises as he moves away. Your chest rises and falls as your vision clears.

 “Joonie…” You say as he moves up the bed back to you.

 “I’m right here.” He tells you, kissing a tear off of your rosy cheeks. His arms wrap around you. “Think you can go again?” He asks, it’s a genuine question this time. Most other guys you’ve been with would make you feel like there was a right answer and a wrong answer. Not Namjoon. There were a few occasions where you said you couldn’t and he was perfectly fine though he hadn’t had his own release. Held you through the night. Texted you the next day. No harsh feelings.

 “Yeah.” You answer.

 “Babydoll.” He cups your cheeks so you look at him. “I don’t think I’ve seen you cum so hard from just my mouth. Are you sure you’re okay?”

 “I want you. I want more.” You try your best to reassure him.

 “We can--”

 “Please, daddy.” You move your hips up as best you can to grind against his still clothed cock. Letting him know just how serious you are. Namjoon laughs, it’s a low chuckle. 

 “Alright,” he bites his inner cheek, “if you want it that way, I’ll give it to you that way.” He slides his underwear off. “Just can’t get enough, huh?” He asks as he positions himself between your legs. Either of his hands on your thighs. “Look at you, your legs haven’t even stopped shaking and that pretty pussy is still dripping and yet you want more. Such a little slut.” He moves your legs up so your thighs are near your chest and your calves rest on his broad shoulders. 

 “Just for you.” You tell him, whispering as if it’s a secret. Maybe it is.

 “My pretty little slut.” He hums as the head of his cock gently pushes at your entrance. You squirm as best you can under his hold trying to help speed him along. “Hold on, I’ll give you what you want, babydoll. You’re so impatient.” He scolds you with a smirk. 

 “Wanna feel you in me, daddy.” You whine while he drags the dark pink tip along your folds, loving how it looks and feels as your juices coat him.

 “I know, I know. Daddy’s gonna fill you real good.” You hardly have time to really see his jaw clench before you feel him push into you. Just the head pops in but it’s enough to make you let out a long moan. Namjoon moves slowly, fucking just the tip into you. “Still so damn tight.” He groans.

 “More, please. Need more, daddy.” The shallow penetration isn’t enough to fulfill the need for yet another orgasm. He listens, thankfully. Pushing another inch in. Some nights, he rushes to fuck you, pushing in all at once and pounding away like a jackrabbit. Other nights, like tonight, he loves how you try to move toward him to get him deeper and he wants to feel every inch of you. He fucks an inch in, pulls out until just the head sits at your entrance, then he fucks another inch in and repeats the process until he’s finally, after what feels like years, fully inside of you. You would bet money that you could see the imprint of his dick through your stomach. You’re always amazed at just how far he can go into you, and always amazed at how good it feels.

 “Your little cunt’s taking me so well, doll.” He says, leaning down so your foreheads are pressed together. One hand on one of your thighs, the other lightly placed on your neck. “I don’t think I can go on tour, gotta stay with you, keep you stretched out.” He murmurs as he starts speeding up. 

 “Daddy!” You cry out, your hand clasps his bicep as the slight pain of his ruthless fucking turns to pleasure.

 “Clenching already? Just a little cum machine tonight, aren’t you?” He repositions so he’s keeling in front of you, pushing your legs as far back as they’ll go and he’s hitting new depth. You can’t even moan, you want to, you feel like you’re screaming but your vocal cords won’t let you. Namjoon bites his lip, watching as your eyes roll back and your legs start quivering. “Gonna cum on daddy’s cock, gonna make daddy’s cock all nice and wet, aren’t you?”

“Oh my-- Fuck! Daddy!” You yell as you hit a third orgasm. Namjoon doesn’t slow. In fact, if anything, he speeds up. Praises leave his mouth as keeps abusing your pussy. 

 “One more, babydoll. Just one more.” He grunts. “Fuck. You’re so beautiful. My beautiful baby girl.” It’s the smack to your clit that does it. You’re not quite sure if you actually came or just got really close but just as Namjoon starts filling you up, your vision goes black. It’s not the first time you’ve passed out during sex. Though the first was terrifying to Namjoon, he’s bragged about both occasions he’s managed to fuck you so good you blackout. It’s roughly 5 seconds later when you come to enough to feel his cum dripping down your thighs and Namjoon pulling you into his chest. Not a bad way to gain consciousness.

 “Joon…” You mutter, letting him know you’re awake. 

 “Shh, I got you.” His hands run up and down your back as he lays you both down. He on his back and you curled into his side. “Just lay here a bit, then we’ll get all cleaned up.” His voice is soothing and you wonder how you can convince him to record an audiobook for you. 

 You two don’t end up getting cleaned, both falling asleep in sheets you’re sure to be disgusted by in the morning. Namjoon’s phone wakes him up and you soon after. “Morning, doll.” He says with a sleepy smile and gives your nose a small peck. It’s too loving for people who are still considered ‘fuck-buddies’. You don’t mind. Of course, you don’t. How could you? And he doesn’t mind either. And that’s all that matters, right?

 “Too early.” You mumble, snuggling back into his side.

 “You don’t even know what time it is.” A laugh rumbles through his chest.

 “Early.”

 “We’ve gotta get up.” Namjoon rolls himself and you over so he’s on top of you.

 “Do we?” You cock an eyebrow at him.

 “Weren’t you the one who was trying to figure out how to go back to the main house undetected?”

 “We’ll figure it out.” You shrug as best you can from under him.

 “Or,” he hums, “we could just tell them how in love I am with you and they can fill in the rest.” He suggests. He sounds confident but you can practically hear his heart racing at the confession.

 “You love me?”

 “I’m in love with you.” Namjoon clarifies.

 “Good.” You smile.

 His eyebrows furrow. “Good?”

 “‘Cause I’m in love with you too.” You lean up to kiss him.

 “Does that mean you’re my girlfriend now?”

 “I think so.” You giggle.

 He breaks into a smile. “I think this is cause for celebration.” Namjoon decides.

 “Celebration?”

 “Of course!” He says as if it’s obvious. “How should we celebrate, my love?”

 “I think a shower.” You wince thinking about the dried remnants of the night before.

 “A celebratory shower it is!” He scoops you up into his arms leading you to not your first shower together. But the first one as an official couple.

FIN.

[geewithluv]

[12:36 am]

his eyes are wide in awe of the movie playing on the screen of the living room television. he had been talking about wanting to watch the film and though you had no interest in it, you agreed. how could you not. not when he looked so excited to sit on the sofa with you and a bowl of popcorn and watch a movie.

“jungkookie?” you mutter, your head on his shoulder, his tattooed hand rubbing your side. he looks over at you. “i’m sleepy.” you admit.

“go to sleep, baby. i’ll bring you to bed.” he says and kisses the top of your head. “i love you.” he tells you before you doze

[geewithluv]

ten days || ksj

10 days. It has been 10 whole days since Y/N and Jin last saw each other in person. They had FaceTimed a couple of times during these 10 days and even Skyped once when FaceTime was particularly finicky. But they hadn’t gotten together. They hadn’t been dating very long. 5 months. Which felt like an eternity to Jin who had never been able to keep a relationship whether that be for personal reasons of because his career wouldn’t allow it. 5 months to him was like a decade to most ‘normal’ people. This fact alone only emphasized how long 10 days apart was. In ‘Jin time’, they had spent 250 days apart. Now Y/N knew very well that ‘Jin time’ was a very unstable unit of measurement with little to no scientific backing. However, she had nothing better to do while waiting for him to call her beside create a measurement system named after her boyfriend. She also figured out that there are 6 normal minutes in a ‘Jin minute’. Her source is how often he said he felt like he was on stage for 30 minutes when it had been 3 hours. 

 It had been 60 ‘Jin Minutes’ (how many ‘Jin minutes’ in a ‘Jin hour’ is still unknown) since he had texted her.

 6 hours. She quickly decided the Jin Measurement System is a waste of time, but aren’t all distractions.

 Y/N knew very well that Jin wasn’t busy. Or at least he didn’t need to be. There were no performances coming up, no album deadlines, no birthdays, no holidays, no meetings about an upcoming collaboration. He should be completely free to text his girlfriend. The woman he claims to love so dearly. But he hadn’t made her phone light up with a notification since a ‘morning’ text at 9:30 AM. Which, in overthinking, Y/N noticed was an hour and a half later than her usual text from him. And Jin was a man of routine. As much as one could be in his hectic lifestyle.

 Also, departing from the usual ‘good morning my love, I miss you so much, have a good day’ template was today’s text that simply said ‘morning’. Y/N can hardly remember receiving one-word texts from Jin. She’d even get two or three words when she was letting him know she arrived at his apartment. 

 Something was very, very wrong.

 And Y/N was determined to find out what it was. Now, she knew, somewhere in her panicked mind, that she couldn’t just show up to his apartment. She also knew there was a chance he wasn’t even there. As much as she would’ve loved to storm in and yell at him, the security guards still weren’t 100% comfortable just letting her come and go as she pleased to the superstar’s apartment. So what was she supposed to do? Let him come to her? Absolutely not, it’s been 10 days of waiting for him to come to her. She needs to take action soon.

 [9:23 PM] Y/N: we need to talk

 Okay, now Y/N knew Jin would probably have a minor cardiac event reading the text every person regrets getting. But she also believed it was well deserved.

 READ 9:26 PM

 Y/N stared at her phone screen until it had dimmed just staring at the read receipt until, right before her phone screen went completely black, it lights up again.

 [9:29 PM] Jin: come over?

 This isn’t exactly the preferred method of finally getting to see your boyfriend after 10 days of him being less than 20 minutes away at all times. But it’ll do.

 [9:30 PM] Y/N: i’ll be there in 15.

 It only took 10 minutes before Y/N was parking in Jin’s reserved guest parking space. She’s not sure if traffic was unexpectedly fast or if she had been speeding. But at 9:40 she was knocking on Jin’s door and she had hardly removed her hand before he opened. “Hey, long time, no see.” He smiled as he let her in, she could tell he was freaking out inside and her moving past him without a word, hug, or a kiss and just setting her purse down on his coffee table was not soothing his nerves. He felt like he was waiting for the Grammy nominations.

 “W-what do we need to talk about?” Jin asked, remembering some breathing exercises he had learned, not knowing Y/N was doing the same.

 “I haven’t seen you in over a week, Jin.” She starts, taking a deep breath before continuing. “You’ve hardly texted me or called me and that’s not...that’s not what usually happens.”

 Jin sighs, a weird sense of relief that she didn’t outright start with needing to break up. “I’ve been busy.” He decides on his usual excuse, the one he gives anyone and everyone when someone like this happens.

 “Don’t lie to me.”

 “It’s not--”

 “I know what you have to do. You’re not prepping anything. This is practically a vacation compared to a month ago. Don’t insult me by lying to me.”

 “Baby, you know I wouldn’t purposefully ignore you. I love you so m--”

 “Do you?” She cuts him off, staring into his eyes looking for any clue to his feelings.

 “Do I what?” He had hoped she wasn’t asking what he thought she was asking.

 “Do you love me? Don’t tell me you love me unless you mean it.” 

 “Of course I mean it!” Jin raised his voice, the noise even scaring him slightly. “Of course I love you, are you insane, Y/N?”

 “Don’t yell at me, Jin.” Y/N tried to keep composure, the last thing she wanted was a screaming match and the possibility of neighbors hearing and who knew what they’d do.

 “You just accused me of not loving you! Of course, I’m going to yell! I’m upset!”

 “Discuss it like an adult and calm down.” She could feel herself getting heated as she spoke.

 “Like an adult? Like an adult! Do adults come in without even saying hello and accuse each other of lying about their love? I don’t think that was very--”

 “Because you don’t show it!” Y/N yelled, cutting him off. Jin stayed silent, letting her continue. “People in love don’t practically ignore their significant other for a week and a half. People in love don’t leave the person they love waiting for a text for hours on end and going to sleep at night wondering what the hell they’re doing. That’s not what love is, Jin.” Tears line her lower lashes as she speaks. “You can’t just throw me away when you don’t want to deal with me anymore.”

 “That’s not--that’s not it, Y/N. I love you, I love you so much. You know that.”

 “You don’t love me! You don’t fucking love me, you only love me when it’s convenient to love me and s--” Jin pressed his lips to her own, cupping her face in his hands.

 “Don’t say that again.” He mumbles when he separates from her. “Don’t ever say that I don’t love you.” Y/N wraps her arms behind his neck, pulling him into another kiss. “Did you start this argument so I’d fuck you?” Jin wraps his arms under her legs and picks her up on his waist.

 “Jin, I--”

 “I’m gonna give you what you want baby, give you everything you want ‘cause I love you so much.” He tells her.

 And he does give her everything she could ever want.

 His hands roaming her body, placing kisses everywhere he can reach as she whimpers and gasps for him. His own low groans and deep grumbles harmonizing. He watches how she comes undone for him, the same way she does every time. And he always watches with the same admiration and finishes soon after.

 Both panting, looking longingly into her eyes, Jin moves to lay on his back. He beckons her to lay next to him. Holding her close, her head resting right above his heart. “I love you.” He tells her, voice soft.

 “I love you too.” She whispers.

 “I love you more than you’ll ever know. And it scared me.” He sighs, she looks up at him as best she can in her position. “That’s why I was ignoring you. I was scared, so was scared of not being enough, my career dragging me away or pulling you away. I’ve never been in love before.”

 “Jin, I…” She falls just short of finding the right words.

 “You mean so much to me. I realized it so much more when I went on that week-long promo. I realized how much you keep me grounded and when you’re not around I keep thinking I might cry. That’s how much you mean to me.”

 “I’m sorry.” She says, sitting up to look into his eyes. “I’m sorry for accusing you of not loving me. I was scared too. You’ll always be enough for me, Seokjin. I promise.” She lightly kisses his lips.

 “How about we turn in early, okay?” He suggested and Y/N nodded, laying back on his chest as he pulled the covers up over her. 

 --

 Y/N wakes up to sizzling. A sound she’s not used to hearing in the morning. She looks around to see the bed empty and clothes still discarded on the floor. She lightly laughs at herself when she remembers the night prior. She can’t quite make out what the clock in the corner of the room says and she realizes she left her phone in her purse. Which is still in the living room. She stands with a stretch and pulls on Jin’s shirt. Her panties lay in a pile of fabric on the floor. She sighs at the loss but knows Jin will find himself “making up for it” by buying her a lot more even though it’s mostly an excuse for her to try them on for him.

 “You’re awake! Good morning, love!” Jin greets her, sleep still in her eyes as she walks into the kitchen. Her boyfriend wearing only a pair of sweatpants as he stands at the oven. “I made breakfast, but I didn’t know what you liked so I made enough to probably feed a small tribe.” He motions toward the vast array of food selections. Y/N giggles at the effort he’s gone to at 8 in the morning.

 “I’m sure the boys will enjoy the leftovers.”

 “I’m sure, but I’m not going to see them today.”

 “Oh?” She raises an eyebrow as she goes to check her phone.

 “I’m going to spend the whole day with you, I’m yours all day long. No meetings, no recordings, no dinner with the boys. I’m all yours!” Everything about his body and tone says pure happiness.

 “You didn’t need to do--”

 “Aish! Don’t finish that thought. I want to spend time with my girl, I haven’t shown her I love her and I plan to. So think about what you want to do, baby.”

 “Well, there is that new exhibit at the zoo.” She muses.

 “Perfect! Now sit and eat, I’m almost finished with the pancakes!” Jin demanded, pointing at an empty chair with his spatula. As she gets comfortable, Jin lays the last warm, fluffy pancake onto the plate and softly kisses her forehead. “Tell me about this exhibit?” He asked and she was soon rambling on and the light in his eyes never dulled as he listened to her.

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◁ Thursday in April▷

Ｐａｉｒｉｎｇ：Jung Hoseok X Fem!Reader

Ｇｅｎｒｅ：angst with a happy ending

Ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ：miscarriage and sadness associated with it.

Ｒａｔｉｎｇ：PG-13

Ｗｏｒｄ Ｃｏｕｎｔ：2.1k

It was just past one in the morning on a Thursday in April when the sunny persona Hoseok had been known for vanished. It was so far gone that anyone who had never met Hoseok would’ve thought he was always so cold. He had spent so long reading every pregnancy and parenting book he could get and keeping in mind the fact that after the first 12 weeks, the risk of miscarriage goes down significantly. So why at 16 weeks was he no longer a dad-to-be?

Why had life decided to be so cruel to him after being so giving? Maybe it was some form of balance. If he was allowed to live a dream life touring the world with his 6 best friends – his found family – and making people everywhere so happy then he couldn’t also have a happy family of his own. He would trade everything BTS gave him if it meant he didn’t have to sit in a hospital room watching his wife get an ultrasound and the room fill with silence. Fill with the absence of a heartbeat.

He watched, in shock, as a doctor tried to tell them that these things just happen sometimes. That there wasn’t a real reason so they couldn’t blame themselves. Y/N cried so hard she ended up hyperventilating before nurses gave her some medications to calm down and eventually fall asleep. That was the first of many nights that Hoseok spent awake just thinking.

They go home in the morning. Hoseok turned his phone on for the first time since reaching the hospital to a flood of notifications. Maybe sending a simple ‘she miscarried’ to the group chat and turning his phone off wasn’t a good idea, he thinks. Y/N didn’t turn her phone on. Her lock screen was from a maternity shoot they did, and it made her emotional on days when her hormones were acting up so there’s no telling how she’d react now. Knowing the date on the picture was just a random day and no longer a countdown to the most exciting moment of their lives.

Hoseok ignores all the messages, missed phone calls, and voicemails as he opens the group chat again. ‘We’re home’ is all he sends. He mutes all notifications and decides how to tell his parents. Y/N already told her own parents, she called from Hoseok’s phone and they were going to come over ASAP, the insisted despite her kind heart not wanting to worry them with the travel. Hoseok toyed with the idea of just pretending everything was fine and not telling his parents. He knew a vague text to his mother wouldn’t be the right choice. He had to call.

Pacing around the living room, Hoseok tries to steady his breathing. Y/N sleeping in their bedroom, far enough away that she can’t hear him walking back and forth. Under normal circumstances, she’d scold him for ‘wearing down the wood flooring’. They were told she’d be very tired as her body recovered. He’s slightly comforted by that. She isn’t crying or in pain when she’s sleeping.

He calls his mother like ripping a band-aid. It’s ringing before he knows he’s even done it.

Her voice comes through so excited and all the work he had done to calm down is worthless in a moment as he recognizes she’s expecting some good news.

“Eomma…” His voice quivers. She knew right then something was truly wrong. “Y/N miscarried.” The words he hadn’t said aloud yet. He swears he feels his heart shatter. He doesn’t really hear what his mother says to him. Something with the purpose of being comforting, laced with her own sorrow.

“Do you want us to come over?” She asks.

“No.” Yes. She knows what he means.

“I’ll arrange a trip now.”

He resists the urge to throw his phone after hanging up. Anger is part of grief, he remembers. He didn’t want to remember. But he did. Walking to his bedroom, he regrets the decision to make the nursery the room before the master bedroom and not the room after it. He stands, gazing at the closed door for a good 5 minutes as if held more than unused furniture now tainted with happy memories of a child that will never use it.  

“Hoseok…” Her voice breaks his trance as she stands in the doorway of their bedroom. Her eyes are puffy, her cheeks are a blotchy red color, her hair is falling out of the lopsided bun she put it in the night before. He clears his throat before speaking.

“Do you need more Tylenol? The doctor said warm showers can help the pain.” He tries to remember everything he was told. Y/N shakes her head, a sad smile on her face as she sniffles. She could see how hard he was breaking, and she could see how hard he was trying to pretend he wasn’t. It only broke her heart more.

“Come hold me.” Her voice is soft. “Please.” Hoseok closes his eyes for a moment, trying not to cry, trying to be strong. He nods and shuffles over to her, prompting her back into the bedroom.

“Do you want –”

“I just want my husband to hold me.” She cuts him off as she gets into bed. Hoseok lays down beside her and pulls her into his side.

“My parents are coming over and yours said they’d call when they land.” He speaks softly, afraid that if he speaks any louder, he’ll scare the tears into dropping down his cheeks.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” It. It. It. The miscarriage. The ‘it’.

He mutters an apology.

The visits from their parents come and go quickly. Y/N stayed in bed most of the time, leaving Hoseok to try and be somewhat of a host. No one expected him to be though. Their family mainly cleaned up, cooked some food, took care of whatever needed to be done. Including box up some baby-related items hanging around. They made sure to do that while the couple was not around. As moving a plush toy had sent Hoseok into a fit that ended with him crying into his mother’s shoulder.

They had a couple of dinners together, only a couple though. Both were just to force Y/N to socialize. Telling her that isolating will only hurt her further. Hoseok’s father took to constantly reminding him that he needed to be strong for Y/N. That her mind and her body were both unwell at the moment. Only a passing comment of acknowledgment for Hoseok’s own mental state during this time. ‘Please take care of yourself too.’ He reassures his father that he’s fine. But his father never saw him smile in the week he was there. Not even a fake smile to reassure his parents, the ones they always saw through but pretended not to. His lips never moved more than the few words he spoke required. Y/N’s parents stay a couple of days longer than Hoseok’s but soon the couple are alone.

The other members checkup frequently. Mostly showing up to the door since neither was very good at answering texts or calls. Bang PD even comes by a few times over the next couple of weeks. TXT even makes a couple of rounds. But quickly, it’s been a full month since that Thursday in April.

Hoseok had only had 4 full nights of sleep in the past month. All were because of medication which he decided he didn’t like. He said he hated how he felt when he woke up. When asked how it made him feel he withheld giving an extended answer. Refreshed. That’s how it felt to wake up after 8 hours of sleep. And he hated it. How could he feel refreshed when he just lost a child. When his wife began therapy. When his band was put on a break. How could he let himself feel refreshed? So, he didn’t take the meds. Said they were for tour anyway, when the jetlag was really bad. No one pushed further.

30 whole days later, Y/N was smiling. No one really knew if it was genuine. It reminded Hoseok of when they announced their relationship and through all the hate and death threats, she still smiled saying it didn’t outweigh their love. Everyone believed her until she broke down at the BigHit building when a specific death threat was too concerning to let her walk around without security.

Hoseok didn’t believe these smiles. Not for a second. He couldn’t believe she was truly enjoying the warm May sun on her face and the sound of birds singing outside their home. He couldn’t – wouldn’t – believe it.

Namjoon takes her to therapy. He hangs around the area to pick her up when it’s over. She was scared to drive herself and Hoseok wouldn’t go. Thus, Namjoon decided to take her to and from her appointments twice a week and come in to check on Hoseok after.

Hoseok didn’t appreciate it. He’d much rather everyone leave him alone. Including his wife whose smiles only infuriated him.

One and a half months after that Thursday in April, all the boys come over with food. Hoseok is in the home studio. He says he’s working on music, but Y/N has passed by a few times and only heard the sound of their baby’s heartbeat on loop. They hadn’t all come over as a group in a while. Usually individually or a couple at a time. They decided all 6 at once could be overwhelming. Y/N tries to assure them that Hoseok is still grieving, but he’ll be okay, and he’ll be back to himself soon. She says this partially for her own benefit. She’s not sure if she believes it and the guys are unsure as they see her eyes tear up before she’s even finished talking. She thanks them for coming over, making sure to go over some cooking instructions with Seokjin before they leave.

Shortly after the door closes, Hoseok comes into the kitchen. She doesn’t know if he just had good timing or if he had been lingering. She gives him a quick smile.

“The guys came over.” She tells him, but she knows he’s aware. The doorbell is very loud, and so are 6 men walking into your home. He mutters a response. “They miss you.” She sticks a dish in the fridge and starts unwrapping the warm one Seokjin made for that day. His willingness to cook is a blessing, Y/N thought every time he made sure their fridge was full.

“That’s nice.” The most common phrase over the past 6 weeks.

“I miss you.” Y/N looks up, meeting his eyes. He tilts his head slightly in confusion. It’s the most emotion she’s seen from him since that Thursday in April.

“I’ve been here.” His voice is monotone. She shakes her head, pressing her lips together in a thin line, taking a deep breath as tears already build up in her eyes.

“I miss…my husband. I miss the sunshine personified. I miss the man I fell in love with. I miss Hoseok. I want Jung Hoseok. Not this shell of a human that sits at the foot of our bed all night long.” She sobs with a bitter laugh as she thinks about how crazy she must sound. “I’m in pain, so much pain. And I know you are too. I can see it in your eyes how hard this is. But we can’t keep doing this.”

“I’m sorry.” Tears fall from his eyes. Y/N isn’t sure she’s actually seen him cry since that Thursday in April. She tells him not to be sorry. Mouthing words as she can’t get her vocal cords to make. He takes her hands. “I’m sorry I haven’t been the supportive husband I promised I’d be. You wanted a family so bad. We wanted a family so bad. And…I couldn’t give that to you. I failed.”

“All I ever wanted…is right here in front of me.” She cups his face in her hands, making sure he sees the sincerity in her eyes. “You didn’t fail. Don’t ever think you’ve failed.”

“How do we fix this?” He questions. “Tell me we can fix this…” He begs her.

“I have an appointment tomorrow. We can start there.” She suggests, he nods. “I love you.” Hoseok kisses her lips for the first time in a month and a half.

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[geewithluv]

taehyung ♛ meeting her parents

Ｐａｉｒｉｎｇ： KIm Taehyung x Fem!OC Claire

Ｇｅｎｒｅ： Fluff, Angst

Ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ： mentions of parental suicide (takes place years prior), depression

Ｒａｔｉｎｇ： PG

Ｗｏｒｄ Ｃｏｕｎｔ： 1k

Ａ／Ｎ： «this belongs in my headcanon universe and you can read the other parts in the masterlist, the description of the characters is [here] so you get a summary of who they are. »

ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ

Claire’s father was always busy. He had been her whole life but once she moved out on her own, he got even busier. He always made time for her, showed up to every parent-teacher conference, every play, every sports game, picked her up from her friends’ house right on time, every time. He always made time for her. But lately, he couldn’t. It was always something. There was always a movie he was working on or he was busy thinking about working on. It was always the same time of year where he forced himself into his work. And this year was worse.

 Claire and Taehyung had been dating for about a year and a half when the 20th anniversary of her mother’s death came up. Claire wasn’t quite 5 yet but she remembers her mother so vividly. Having nearly every moment videotaped helped with that, of course. From 10th grade in high school until just hours before her death, it seemed like every time her parents were together there was a camera recording. Her father says she was his greatest muse, no feature film as perfect as a single video of her. No award meant more than her love. No one more worth immortalizing in hours upon hours of footage than Lilac Preston. 

 Claire felt a similar pain to her father this time of year, the loss, the grief, the sorrow. A therapist once told her that it was nearly a routine now. Since every year her home would fall silent for about a month while her father fell into depression. She was told that some of the depression she felt during this time was only because it was normal to her but not because of her own personal heartache. But that didn’t mean her heart ached any less.

 Claire loved watching old home videos. After her mother passed, she became her father’s only muse. So much of her life had been recorded as well. Immortalized because as much as her father felt she was deserving of such an extensive collection of film; he was worried that one day it’d be all he’d have left of her too.

 It wasn’t uncommon for Taehyung to walk in and find Claire watching footage of her mother. It was, however, uncommon to see her watching it with someone else. Her father.

Taehyung had never actually met the man. He had been meaning to, he wanted to, and Claire wanted him too. But both men were very busy and unfortunately in different industries. Taehyung adored her father’s films even before he met Claire so he was hopeful that meeting him wouldn’t be on such depressing terms.

 “You’re so pretty! A supermodel!” Claire’s mother spoke as a 4-year-old Claire made the living room a runway.

 “All ready for kindergarten! Seems like just yesterday we brought you home.” Her father said behind the camera.

 “They grow up so fast.” Her mother didn’t look into the camera but instead at her only child who was playing with the zipper on her new backpack. “You’re gonna do great.” She says and then turns to the camera with a smile.

 Claire’s father pauses the film. Claire had just noticed Taehyung walk into her apartment. He had seen the footage once before. The last video of her mother, taken less than 2 hours prior to her death. Her father thought at the time she was speaking to Claire, telling her she was going to be a great student the next month when school came around. He didn’t realize she was talking to him, telling him he was going to be a great single father. Taehyung knew how the film ended, Claire and her father get ready to go to the playground and get ice cream. Claire kisses her mother goodbye, the couple even kisses on camera and she says, “Have fun, I love you both.” and those were her last words.

 “Hey! You brought lunch!” Claire jumped up to greet Taehyung, though her voice sounded excited her expression wasn’t. 

 “Um, yeah, yeah.” He didn’t know if he should stay or not. “Didn’t realize we had a guest, but we always get extra anyway.” He smiled uncomfortably. 

 “I should go.” Her dad stands.

 “No!” Claire yells before taking a deep breath. “I mean, it’s fine. Don’t worry. The place makes too much food anyway and we always have like 2 days’ worth of leftovers. Stay. Please.” She begs. “I’ve wanted you to meet Taehyung for a while.” Her dad nods.

 “Been planning on meeting you, son. Just got a busy schedule, nothing personal, I promise.” The man says, Taehyung notices him turn professional quickly. A trait he’s noticed in himself and so many other public figures. The ability to flip a switch in your brain to shut off your own emotions for the fans and the cameras.

 “It’s fine. Your movies are fantastic, so I don’t mind being pushed aside for them.” Taehyung tried to lighten the situation.

 “Which one’s your favorite?” He asked while Claire started taking the food out of bags. And soon, Taehyung and Claire’s father were deep in conversations not only about her father’s films but other films. Claire watched the two go back and forth talking about movies Claire hadn’t even heard of before, but she looked at them so fondly. 

 Maybe this year wouldn’t be so bad after all.

 Before bed, after Claire’s dad had gone back to his home, tired for a day of conversation and laughter with his daughter and her partner, Claire kissed Tae’s lips and whispered a ‘thank you’ to him.

 “For what?”

 “That’s the happiest I’ve ever seen him in July.” She confessed. “You’re an angel, you know that?” Taehyung rolled his eyes.

 “I didn’t do anything, he’s cool. I hope we can see him again, soon.”

 “Hopefully, he’ll probably just wanna see you though.” She laughed.

 “I’m just that awesome.” Taehyung bragged, a smirk on his face.

 “Don’t be cocky.” Claire threw a pillow at him. She heard her phone buzz and went over to check it.

 From Dad: He’s perfect for you, kiddo. See you tomorrow.

 Claire was certain she was dating an angel that called himself Kim Taehyung.

[geewithluv]

jimin♛ meeting her parents

Ｐａｉｒｉｎｇ：Park Jimin x Fem!OC Harlow

Ｇｅｎｒｅ：Fluff

Ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ： suggestive content at the end

Ｒａｔｉｎｇ：PG

Ｗｏｒｄ Ｃｏｕｎｔ：1.3k

Ａ／Ｎ： «this belongs in my headcanon universe and you can read the other parts in the masterlist, the description of the characters is [here] so you get a summary of who they are. »

ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ

Harlow loved Korea, she wouldn’t have stayed so long if she didn’t. It was her brother, Peter, that brought her there. He had been friends with a guy back in America who moved out to Seoul to be an underground rapper. Peter followed him as part of his entourage and recommended Harlow to do his hair for some photoshoots as he got bigger. One gig turned into a dozen which turned into idols hiring her as well. So, she stayed. Why throw away a good thing?

 The bad part was, the rest of her family stayed in America so she hardly saw them. Even video calls were scarce given the time difference. They made it work, but it wasn’t the same. Her parents didn’t want to come to Korea despite their children being there most of the time, so she tried to visit at least once a year. Harlow had been dating Jimin for two years when she asked him to meet her parents. She took a couple of weeks off her freelance work to go visit family and BTS was taking a short break.

 Jimin, being the perfect boyfriend, said yes without a hint of hesitation. Harlow’s brother even arranged to come out for a short while. He had actually been going back and forth from Korea for about a year or so while his friend made some big moves in America so it wasn’t as much of a hassle to get to their family home.

 Jimin was excited to say the least. Excited to do some traveling with Harlow, excited to see her hometown, excited to meet her family. It was all exciting. That was, until, the plane ride when Jimin realized one big thing. Language barrier.

Harlow was pretty good at Korean. Sure, she couldn’t talk about the economy or climate change but she could watch TV and talk to people in Korean with little difficulty. Jimin, however, wasn’t as skilled with English. He understood quite a bit but engaging in a meaningful conversation could be difficult, especially with someone he was nervous around. He knew Harlow wouldn’t judge his English but he wasn’t sure of her family.

 “Finally.” Harlow broke Jimin out of his thoughts as the pilot announced the plane was landing. “Peter is picking us up.” She tells him, reading a text message from her brother. Jimin had met Peter a grand total of two times. Both very rushed having been backstage at concerts either he or Peter had been working.

 “Oh, that’s nice.” Jimin said, he meant it honestly but it didn’t come across that way. He was too deep in his worry.

 “We’re gonna have so much fun.” Harlow smiled brightly and Jimin felt reassured for a moment. Just a moment though.

  The car ride with Peter was a little awkward. Peter spoke Korean, but not nearly as well as Harlow and didn’t really seem to like using it. Harlow explained most of the rappers he works with were born in America and moved to Korea for careers so he hardly needed to use Korean but she assured Jimin that he probably understood every word and just couldn’t be bothered to respond.

 Not comforting. Jimin thought.

 “Home sweet home.” Harlow sighed happily as they pulled into a driveway. It was a very beautiful home in the countryside of Georgia. A couple neighbors within view but not nearly close enough to be bothered by. Jimin understood why Harlow spoke so fondly of the location. It was right out of a movie.

 “My babies!” An older dark-skinned woman came out of the house rushing over to the car. She opened the door to wrap Peter in a hug while Harlow and Jimin exited. As Harlow opened the trunk, Jimin noticed a man coming down from the porch slowly, glaring right at Jimin. Her father, he recognized from pictures.

 “You look so good, baby! I was worried about your curls but they look just as bright and springy as ever!” Harlow’s mother embraced her. “Oh! And you must be the boyfriend! Jimin? Right?”

 “Yes, ma’am. It is very nice to meet you.” Jimin spoke slowly, afraid of messing up a word.

 “Don’t tell me your knee is still hurting?” Harlow spoke to her father who was still a good 10 feet away.

 “No, just taking my time.” He grunted. Harlow rolled her eyes playfully.

 “Well take these suitcases instead of your time, just got off a 12-hour plane ride and you want them to take in their own suitcases?” Harlow’s mother scolded her husband. “Useless, I swear.” She muttered to her daughter.

  Dinner was good, Jimin even added to conversations more than he had expected and he thought it was going pretty well despite his limited English. He was sure the rest of the trip would go the same, that was until Harlow was called to help her mother with something and left Jimin with her father and older brother.

 “Now, just what are your intentions with my daughter?” Was the first thing the older man said. Jimin’s eyebrows furrowed. Peter translated, noticing Jimin’s confusion, but it didn’t exactly help him come up with an answer.

 “I love her. Very much.” He said. It was a safe answer, he thought.

 “I’m sure you do. Real kind girl. Too kind for her own good sometimes and I’m sure you like that a lot. Don’t you?” He said but Jimin didn’t quite understand the connotation but the look on the man’s face didn’t make it seem like he was saying something good. “She’ll do just about anything for someone she cares about, things she wouldn’t do otherwise and I’m letting you know now that if I find her in even one unsatisfactory situation I’ll find you and--”

 “Theodore! If you don’t leave this boy alone, I swear to the heavens you’ll sleep on the porch.” Harlow’s mother came back into the room with Harlow following close behind, her bright brown eyes were wide with confusion and worry.

 “I think Jimin and I are gonna turn in, Momma. Jet lag is kicking in.” Harlow’s voice cut through some tension.

 “Alright, now let me know if you need more blankets or pillows. I got plenty in the closet.” Harlow’s mother rubbed her shoulder, silently letting her know everything was going to be just fine.

  “I’m sorry about my dad.” Harlow sighed as she changed into her pajamas, the baby blue silk with black lace trim shorts and tank top set that Jimin loved so much. He sat at the side of the bed, already changed.

 “It’s okay.” He shrugged.

 “Momma likes you though. Says your aura is nicer than any other guy I’ve brought home.” Jimin tenses just slightly at that. “Oh, don’t get all jealous on me.” Harlow giggled as she walked between Jimin’s legs. “You’re the only one that’s perfect for me.” She kissed his plush lips. 

 “Don’t want you with someone else.” He pouts and pulls her onto his lap.

 “Never again.” Harlow promised, running her fingers through his hair.

 “I love you.” He says after a moment of them sitting just staring into each other’s eyes.

 “I love you too. Don’t worry, please. I can feel you freaking out. My dad will come around, especially if my mom tells him to.” She laughs and Jimin softens. “We’re going apple picking tomorrow so we better get lots of rest, okay?” She gave him a quick kiss, about to stand before his grip stopped her.

 “Lots of rest? With you wearing this?” He scoffs, rolling them over so she’s under him. “I don’t know if that’s possible.”

 “Jimin!” She scolds. “I’m serious!” She says but lets him run his hands under her shirt.

 Jimin made sure to thank the Georgia heat for an endless supply of shorts and tank tops to grace her bronzed body. And, of course, for plenty of family-friendly activities to get him closer to his future in-laws.

FIN.

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namjoon ♛ meeting her parents

Ｐａｉｒｉｎｇ： Kim Namjoon X Fem!OC Joanna

Ｇｅｎｒｅ：v mild angst but it has a happy/resolved ending

Ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ：nothing explicit or graphic. mentions of drug addiction and prostitution, parents that shouldn’t be parents.

Ｒａｔｉｎｇ：PG-13

Ｗｏｒｄ Ｃｏｕｎｔ：1.5k

Ａ／Ｎ： «this belongs in my headcanon universe and you can read the other parts in the masterlist, the description of the characters is [here] so you get a summary of who they are. »

ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ

Joanna’s relationship with her parents was confusing. She wasn’t sure she knew where she stood with them which made it hard to explain to anyone else. They talked, she even saw them occasionally, but it was far from perfect. There’d be periods of time when every phone call ended with tears or yelling and then they’d be back to “normal” and she’d go visit them for lunch.

 It wasn’t that she purposefully didn’t introduce them to Namjoon, but with every day being a mystery as to her parents’ mood it wasn’t easy to schedule a time. Namjoon had met her siblings though and got along with her older brother, Tyler, really well and Tyler even met the rest of the guys and exchanged numbers with them. Her other brother, Cam, was just a child so there wasn’t a friendship there but Namjoon had met the boy who was always excited to see him no matter if it was in person or on TV. Luckily, no one thought the child was serious when he said, “That’s my brother!” and pointed to billboards and posters of Namjoon. 

 Tyler was fairly older than Joanna, 10 years to be exact and given the weird circumstances with their parents, he pretty much raised Joanna and was a bit easier to talk to regarding the situation with their parents since he wasn’t really bothered by it. One day, Namjoon asked Tyler while they were drinking and watching sports.

“It was worse before Joanna was born so she doesn’t know half the bad things I remember happening,” Tyler sighed, he was sure this conversation was going to happen eventually, “when she got old enough to question things I pretty much decided to take over. She was like 5 and I just started sophomore year. Our father was always passed out on the couch either from drinking or shooting up and our mother was too busy selling her body to come home. When I turned 18, I moved out and took Joanna with me.”

 “That’s really admirable.” Namjoon praised Tyler who scoffed in response. 

 “It’s the rational thing to do. Besides, it was either with me or foster care since the school started calling the authorities. I guess that woke them up enough to get their shit together because by the time Joanna was 12, they started coming around more to see us. I didn’t really care, ya know? But she was excited, so I let them in.”

 “Are they still…” Namjoon couldn’t find the right word.

 “Clean?” Tyler suggested, sensing Namjoon trying to tread carefully around what for most people is a sensitive topic. “Nah, not really at least. 6 months here and there for each of them, maybe more. I stopped caring over a decade ago, but Joanna keeps trying to stay in touch, she’s too damn forgiving. I’m about to get custody of Cam so hopefully, that’ll stop her. I don’t even know why they decided to have another kid, they’re so irresponsible. I’m just happy he has no birth defects.”

 “Yeah.” Namjoon agreed as he let the words process and unable to think of anything substantial. 

 “Sounds harsh, but if we’re lucky one of them will either go to jail or die before more harm is done.” Tyler finished his beer before standing up. “Want another?”

 --

 “One dinner can’t be so bad.” Namjoon heard Joanna talking to someone as he finished up his shower. Shirtless with a pair of joggers hanging loose around his waist, Namjoon walks into the kitchen where Joanna is cooking and her brothers sit at the table.

 “We’ve been through this a million times,” Tyler sighed, about to speak before Cam noticed Namjoon.

 “Joonie!” The boy squealed with excitement, hopping down from Tyler’s lap to run over to Namjoon.

 “Hey, sorry to come on such short notice. Cam really wanted pancakes and he says I don’t make them how he likes.” Tyler stood up from the table. Cam confirmed this with an enthusiastic nod.

 “You guys are welcome anytime, I told you that.” Namjoon bounced Cam on his hip as he walked back over to the kitchen.

 “You’re not busy today right, babe?” Joanna asked her boyfriend as she set the table.

 “I shouldn’t be. Why?”

 “Joey…” Tyler said, his tone almost threatening but Joanna didn’t react.

 “Mom and Dad want to have a get-together tonight and I want you to be there.” Joanna sits as she finishes filling the plates with fluffy pancakes.

 “I don’t know why.” Tyler rolled his eyes.

 “If you want me there, then sure.” Namjoon shrugged, not knowing how to avoid the obvious tension. Joanna looked over at her older brother with an eyebrow raised as if to say, ‘I told you so’.

 “We go too?” Cam spoke up, his face somehow already sticky from maple syrup and Joanna was sure some was in his dark curls.

 “Yeah, yeah, we’ll go too.” Tyler gave in.

 --

 It was a quiet dinner. It was unnerving to Namjoon who could never remember a “family dinner” being so silent yet still feeling so loud. 

 “You two make such a wonderful couple.” The mother, whose name Namjoon didn’t catch, said fondly. “You guys remind me of your father and I when we were young.” Joanna tenses at the comparison but mutters thanks just to be polite.

 “Why would you say such an offensive thing to them?” Tyler set his fork down loudly.

 “It’s fine.” Joanna said softly, hoping to calm things before it got worse. Namjoon knew how hard she worked cooking and cleaning to appease her parents and his heart clenched knowing it was all going to come crashing down as Tyler had predicted an hour prior.

 “You know, you’ve always got something to say, don’t you?” The father said. “We’re trying to have a nice dinner for once and--”

 “For once? I’m 33 and we’re still trying to have a nice dinner? Give it up, will you?” Tyler stood up and instantly Joanna scooped Cam into her arms and motioned to Namjoon to grab Cam’s plate of food and follow her while her parents and older brother started shouting at each other. Namjoon hadn’t realized how thick the walls were in their apartment until the noise was almost completely silenced once the door closed to their bedroom. 

 “Stay right here and finish your food, okay?” Joanna told Cam as she turned on the TV to some kids show Namjoon didn’t recognize. “While I talk to Joonie.”

 “Does this happen every time?” Namjoon asked as the couple walked into the bathroom. Joanna nodded; he could tell she was holding back tears.

 “I gotta go calm it down. I’ll be right back, watch Cam.” 

 “I’m not letting you go down there alone.” Namjoon looked bewildered that she would even think that was an option. “We’re a team, you’re not going into chaos alone.” He said and opened the second door leading to the hallway. The three were still screaming and Namjoon could tell at least one plate had been smashed.

 “That’s enough!” Joanna yelled, walking toward them.

 “You don’t want your precious idol boyfriend to see what we’re really like, huh?” Her father glared. “Why’s he even here? He’d probably lose his job if I gave him a black eye for not minding his damn busine--”

 “Her ‘precious idol boyfriend’ is kicking you out,” Namjoon spoke from behind her, surprising Joanna and Tyler even took a step back, “That’s enough yelling, you’ve well overstayed your welcome, so, I suggest you leave before I have you thrown out of the building.”

 Tyler apologized once the elders left, he stayed long enough to help clean up and get Cam tired enough to sleep through the car ride back.

 “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He told his sister, kissing her cheek. “Take care of her.” He said to Namjoon before leaving with the toddler in his arms. Namjoon thought it was a weird statement to make but he soon understood why.

  3 hours later Joanna sat against the headboard of the bed with her knees to her chest. Namjoon walked in, flicking the light to the bathroom off. “You ready for bed, love?” He asked, sitting next to her. 

 Joanna looks over at him, eyes watery with tears she’d been holding back for hours. Namjoon was honestly surprised she managed to take her makeup off and put her thick curls up without bursting into tears when the rubber bands didn’t cooperate and snapped. “Promise me we’ll never be like them?” She asked meekly.

 “I promise.” He pulled her into his chest, feeling her body shake lightly as she cried, finally letting the tears flow. “I promise, I promise, I promise.” He repeated, kissing the top of her head.

It wasn’t the last dinner they had with her parents, each going wrong in different ways and every time it ended with him practically rocking Joanna to sleep. He never got upset when she tried, again and again, to make it work but he wished she wasn’t, as Tyler said, too damn forgiving.

FIN. So far I’ve finished all but Jungkook’s and I have to edit Jimin and Tae’s. No horrible families in those three, I promise!

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hoseok ♛ meeting her parents

Ｐａｉｒｉｎｇ：Jung Hoseok x Fem!OC Charlotte

Ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ：none

Ｒａｔｉｎｇ：G

Ｗｏｒｄ Ｃｏｕｎｔ：1k

Ａ／Ｎ： «this belongs in my headcanon universe and you can read the other parts in the masterlist, the description of the characters is [here] so you get a summary of who they are. »

ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ

Charlotte wasn’t very close to her parents. She was primarily raised by her grandparents and saw her birth parents infrequently when she was growing up. Though her mother and father are now on good terms, in Charlotte’s youth they both struggled with wanting to be the sole caretaker of Charlotte but not fully being fit for the job. These recurring arguments lead them to one mutual decision, neither of them could properly raise Charlotte.

  So, she has spent as long as she can remember being raised by her mother’s parents. She was excited but nervous for Hoseok to meet the elderly couple. Her family lineage wasn’t exactly typical. You wouldn’t guess from her deep-toned skin and thick curly hair, but Charlotte was actually half-Korean through a lot of weird coincidences dating back a few generations.

Her great grandfather met her great grandmother during the Korean War and he brought her back to America where he, an African-American veteran, was already facing a lot of hostility and bringing back a ‘war bride’ who didn’t speak much English made it even worse. They had a son together and about a decade later in 1963, Charlotte’s great-grandmother decided she wanted to be back in Korea with her family so they left. This is where her grandparents met and had Charlotte’s mother. A ¾ Korean, quarter black woman who met a Black man during her studies in America and had Charlotte. 

  The story was pretty unbelievable to most people but it was an explanation people would accept when she was asked how she ended up being raised in Korea. The story also didn’t support Charlotte’s fear of her grandparents not accepting her relationship with Hoseok. She seemed to be following a pattern that was set in her family. But she remembers the stories of the racism her family faced in interracial relationships and she knows the racism she faces every day in Korea. Her grandparents wouldn’t want that for her. Even if times have changed a lot since they got married.

Hoseok and Charlotte had been dating for about a year when she finally took him to see her family. She had met his numerous times already but her family lived kinda far away and there weren’t many opportunities where her schedule and Hoseok’s lined up with that long trip. But, it was her great grandmother’s 85th birthday and she promised to make it and the old woman insisted that Charlotte bring Hoseok to the ‘party’. Her grandparents and her great grandparents would be there along with her mother and she wasn’t sure if her father would be too. It was going to be an event, to say the least.

  Hoseok readily agreed to this which made the whole family very happy. The Korean side of the family didn’t care much about pop culture but was aware of BTS and them bringing Korean culture to America and they wanted to meet him and thank him for it since they had all experienced immense racism during their time in America. 

  The couple made the long trip by car. Hoseok tried to soothe Charlotte’s nerves but he was a bit scared himself. “Your cousins are going to be there, right?” He asked.

  “At least one.” She laughed thinking about the large family. “Probably most of them that are in the country. The younger ones wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

  “And your dad?” Hoseok mentally went down the list of family.

  “Should be. I wasn’t expecting him to come, but he is apparently.”

  “They really are all on good terms.” He noted. It was unusual for most families to be as close as Charlotte’s. Her father didn’t have much reason to come for the woman’s birthday considering he never even married Charlotte’s mother. But they were all close so he made an effort to be there.

  “It’s kinda weird.” She scrunched up her nose. “It’s not bad.” She clarified quickly. “Just not typical.” Hoseok merely nodded.

  The first thing Hoseok heard when he walked into the home with Charlotte was “J-HOPE!” coming from Charlotte’s grandmother who had been determined to learn everything about BTS and Hoseok specifically when she found out her daughter was dating him.

  “Hi!” Hoseok greeted matching the excitement as best he could given that he was so nervous. The woman wrapped him in a tight hug.

  “Grandma… let him breathe, please.” Charlotte laughed, a little embarrassed but thankful her grandmother wasn’t wearing any BTS merch that Charlotte was sure she bought.

  “I’m so excited Charlotte! I didn’t think you’d bring him!” Her grandmother pinched her cheek.

  “Granny said to bring him so that’s exactly what I did.” She teased.

  “Ah! You listen to that woman too much! She says crazy things!” She scolded. “Come, come. You both must be so tired and so hungry! Are you eating well?”

  “Yes, grandma I--”

  “Not you!” Charlotte was cut off with a handwave. “What do you want me to call you, son. J-hope, Hoseok, Hobi? Whatever you want.”

  “Hoseok’s fine. Or Hobi. Anything.” He was warming up a bit, a big smile on his face as Charlotte’s grandmother lead the couple through the house.

  “I bring one guy home and suddenly I’m second choice.” She teased.

  Hoseok fit right in and Charlotte was so happy watching him interact with her family.

  “You did good.” Her mother approached her, wrapping her arm around her shoulders.

  “I know.” She looked over at Hoseok fondly as he played with one of her younger cousins.

  “Your dad seems to like him.” She mentioned. “He hasn’t killed him yet so he must like him.” Her mother laughed along with Charlotte.

  “And Granny?” Charlotte looked over at the elder with her husband.

  “I don’t think she’ll ever let him leave.”

  The rest of the day went over really well. Charlotte’s great grandmother eventually allowed them to go to a hotel before leaving in the morning but not before making them leave with more food than they could eat. Hoseok even found himself wishing he didn’t have such a busy schedule so he could stay.

  “I think they like me.” He said as they drove to the hotel, holding her hand in the middle console.

“They love you.” She corrected. “How could they not?” She pressed her lips to his knuckles.

FIN. 

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◁ Thursday in April▷

Ｐａｉｒｉｎｇ：Jung Hoseok X Fem!Reader

Ｇｅｎｒｅ：angst with a happy ending

Ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ：miscarriage and sadness associated with it.

Ｒａｔｉｎｇ：PG-13

Ｗｏｒｄ Ｃｏｕｎｔ：2.1k

ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ

It was just past one in the morning on a Thursday in April when the sunny persona Hoseok had been known for vanished. It was so far gone that anyone who had never met Hoseok would’ve thought he was always so cold. He had spent so long reading every pregnancy and parenting book he could get and keeping in mind the fact that after the first 12 weeks, the risk of miscarriage goes down significantly. So why at 16 weeks was he no longer a dad-to-be? 

 Why had life decided to be so cruel to him after being so giving? Maybe it was some form of balance. If he was allowed to live a dream life touring the world with his 6 best friends -- his found family -- and making people everywhere so happy then he couldn’t also have a happy family of his own. He would trade everything BTS gave him if it meant he didn’t have to sit in a hospital room watching his wife get an ultrasound and the room fill with silence. Fill with the absence of a heartbeat.

 He watched, in shock, as a doctor tried to tell them that these things just happen sometimes. That there wasn’t a real reason so they couldn’t blame themselves. Y/N cried so hard she ended up hyperventilating before nurses gave her some medications to calm down and eventually fall asleep. That was the first of many nights that Hoseok spent awake just thinking.

 They go home in the morning. Hoseok turned his phone on for the first time since reaching the hospital to a flood of notifications. Maybe sending a simple ‘she miscarried’ to the group chat and turning his phone off wasn’t a good idea, he thinks. Y/N didn’t turn her phone on. Her lock screen was from a maternity shoot they did, and it made her emotional on days when her hormones were acting up so there’s no telling how she’d react now. Knowing the date on the picture was just a random day and no longer a countdown to the most exciting moment of their lives.

 Hoseok ignores all the messages, missed phone calls, and voicemails as he opens the group chat again. ‘We’re home’ is all he sends. He mutes all notifications and decides how to tell his parents. Y/N already told her own parents, she called from Hoseok’s phone and they were going to come over ASAP, the insisted despite her kind heart not wanting to worry them with the travel. Hoseok toyed with the idea of just pretending everything was fine and not telling his parents. He knew a vague text to his mother wouldn’t be the right choice. He had to call.

 Pacing around the living room, Hoseok tries to steady his breathing. Y/N sleeping in their bedroom, far enough away that she can’t hear him walking back and forth. Under normal circumstances, she’d scold him for ‘wearing down the wood flooring’. They were told she’d be very tired as her body recovered. He’s slightly comforted by that. She isn’t crying or in pain when she’s sleeping. 

 He calls his mother like ripping a band-aid. It’s ringing before he knows he’s even done it.

 Her voice comes through so excited and all the work he had done to calm down is worthless in a moment as he recognizes she’s expecting some good news.

 “Eomma…” His voice quivers. She knew right then something was truly wrong. “Y/N miscarried.” The words he hadn’t said aloud yet. He swears he feels his heart shatter. He doesn’t really hear what his mother says to him. Something with the purpose of being comforting, laced with her own sorrow. 

 “Do you want us to come over?” She asks.

 “No.” Yes. She knows what he means.

 “I’ll arrange a trip now.”

 He resists the urge to throw his phone after hanging up. Anger is part of grief, he remembers. He didn’t want to remember. But he did. Walking to his bedroom, he regrets the decision to make the nursery the room before the master bedroom and not the room after it. He stands, gazing at the closed door for a good 5 minutes as if held more than unused furniture now tainted with happy memories of a child that will never use it.  

 “Hoseok…” Her voice breaks his trance as she stands in the doorway of their bedroom. Her eyes are puffy, her cheeks are a blotchy red color, her hair is falling out of the lopsided bun she put it in the night before. He clears his throat before speaking.

 “Do you need more Tylenol? The doctor said warm showers can help the pain.” He tries to remember everything he was told. Y/N shakes her head, a sad smile on her face as she sniffles. She could see how hard he was breaking, and she could see how hard he was trying to pretend he wasn’t. It only broke her heart more.

 “Come hold me.” Her voice is soft. “Please.” Hoseok closes his eyes for a moment, trying not to cry, trying to be strong. He nods and shuffles over to her, prompting her back into the bedroom.

 “Do you want --”

 “I just want my husband to hold me.” She cuts him off as she gets into bed. Hoseok lays down beside her and pulls her into his side.

 “My parents are coming over and yours said they’d call when they land.” He speaks softly, afraid that if he speaks any louder, he’ll scare the tears into dropping down his cheeks. 

 “I don’t wanna talk about it.” It. It. It. The miscarriage. The ‘it’. 

 He mutters an apology.

 The visits from their parents come and go quickly. Y/N stayed in bed most of the time, leaving Hoseok to try and be somewhat of a host. No one expected him to be though. Their family mainly cleaned up, cooked some food, took care of whatever needed to be done. Including box up some baby-related items hanging around. They made sure to do that while the couple was not around. As moving a plush toy had sent Hoseok into a fit that ended with him crying into his mother’s shoulder. 

 They had a couple of dinners together, only a couple though. Both were just to force Y/N to socialize. Telling her that isolating will only hurt her further. Hoseok’s father took to constantly reminding him that he needed to be strong for Y/N. That her mind and her body were both unwell at the moment. Only a passing comment of acknowledgment for Hoseok’s own mental state during this time. ‘Please take care of yourself too.’ He reassures his father that he’s fine. But his father never saw him smile in the week he was there. Not even a fake smile to reassure his parents, the ones they always saw through but pretended not to. His lips never moved more than the few words he spoke required. Y/N’s parents stay a couple of days longer than Hoseok’s but soon the couple are alone. 

 The other members checkup frequently. Mostly showing up to the door since neither was very good at answering texts or calls. Bang PD even comes by a few times over the next couple of weeks. TXT even makes a couple of rounds. But quickly, it’s been a full month since that Thursday in April. 

 Hoseok had only had 4 full nights of sleep in the past month. All were because of medication which he decided he didn’t like. He said he hated how he felt when he woke up. When asked how it made him feel he withheld giving an extended answer. Refreshed. That’s how it felt to wake up after 8 hours of sleep. And he hated it. How could he feel refreshed when he just lost a child. When his wife began therapy. When his band was put on a break. How could he let himself feel refreshed? So, he didn’t take the meds. Said they were for tour anyway, when the jetlag was really bad. No one pushed further.

 30 whole days later, Y/N was smiling. No one really knew if it was genuine. It reminded Hoseok of when they announced their relationship and through all the hate and death threats, she still smiled saying it didn’t outweigh their love. Everyone believed her until she broke down at the BigHit building when a specific death threat was too concerning to let her walk around without security.

 Hoseok didn’t believe these smiles. Not for a second. He couldn’t believe she was truly enjoying the warm May sun on her face and the sound of birds singing outside their home. He couldn’t -- wouldn’t -- believe it.

 Namjoon takes her to therapy. He hangs around the area to pick her up when it’s over. She was scared to drive herself and Hoseok wouldn’t go. Thus, Namjoon decided to take her to and from her appointments twice a week and come in to check on Hoseok after.

 Hoseok didn’t appreciate it. He’d much rather everyone leave him alone. Including his wife whose smiles only infuriated him.

 One and a half months after that Thursday in April, all the boys come over with food. Hoseok is in the home studio. He says he’s working on music, but Y/N has passed by a few times and only heard the sound of their baby’s heartbeat on loop. They hadn’t all come over as a group in a while. Usually individually or a couple at a time. They decided all 6 at once could be overwhelming. Y/N tries to assure them that Hoseok is still grieving, but he’ll be okay, and he’ll be back to himself soon. She says this partially for her own benefit. She’s not sure if she believes it and the guys are unsure as they see her eyes tear up before she’s even finished talking. She thanks them for coming over, making sure to go over some cooking instructions with Seokjin before they leave.

 Shortly after the door closes, Hoseok comes into the kitchen. She doesn’t know if he just had good timing or if he had been lingering. She gives him a quick smile.

 “The guys came over.” She tells him, but she knows he’s aware. The doorbell is very loud, and so are 6 men walking into your home. He mutters a response. “They miss you.” She sticks a dish in the fridge and starts unwrapping the warm one Seokjin made for that day. His willingness to cook is a blessing, Y/N thought every time he made sure their fridge was full.

 “That’s nice.” The most common phrase over the past 6 weeks.

 “I miss you.” Y/N looks up, meeting his eyes. He tilts his head slightly in confusion. It’s the most emotion she’s seen from him since that Thursday in April.

 “I’ve been here.” His voice is monotone. She shakes her head, pressing her lips together in a thin line, taking a deep breath as tears already build up in her eyes.

 “I miss...my husband. I miss the sunshine personified. I miss the man I fell in love with. I miss Hoseok. I want Jung Hoseok. Not this shell of a human that sits at the foot of our bed all night long.” She sobs with a bitter laugh as she thinks about how crazy she must sound. “I’m in pain, so much pain. And I know you are too. I can see it in your eyes how hard this is. But we can’t keep doing this.”

 “I’m sorry.” Tears fall from his eyes. Y/N isn’t sure she’s actually seen him cry since that Thursday in April. She tells him not to be sorry. Mouthing words as she can’t get her vocal cords to make. He takes her hands. “I’m sorry I haven’t been the supportive husband I promised I’d be. You wanted a family so bad. We wanted a family so bad. And...I couldn’t give that to you. I failed.”

 “All I ever wanted...is right here in front of me.” She cups his face in her hands, making sure he sees the sincerity in her eyes. “You didn’t fail. Don’t ever think you’ve failed.”

 “How do we fix this?” He questions. “Tell me we can fix this…” He begs her.

 “I have an appointment tomorrow. We can start there.” She suggests, he nods. “I love you.” Hoseok kisses her lips for the first time in a month and a half.

FIN. Here’s to hoping this shows in the tags cause it’s so demotivating when my work doesn’t show. Anyway, I hope you liked this!

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◁ comforting each other ▷

Ｐａｉｒｉｎｇ：Maknae Line X Fem!OC

Ｇｅｎｒｅ： angst and fluff

Ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ：crying, anxiety, mention of parental death (takes place in the past), hate comments, references the Jungkook tattoo and tattoo shop incident.

Ｒａｔｉｎｇ：PG

Ｗｏｒｄ Ｃｏｕｎｔ：1.7

Ａ／Ｎ： «this belongs in my headcanon universe and you can read the other parts in the masterlist, the description of the characters is [here] so you get a summary of who they are. (hyung line version here) also Jimin’s is short compared to the other’s, sorry! »

ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ

ｊｉｍｉｎ

Everyone knew Jimin was head over heels in love with Harlow. It was pretty obvious and it was only a matter of time that it got a little too obvious and the public found out.

It was a no-brainer that Jimin and Harlow were going to be together for a very long time.

 At least it seemed like a no-brainer. Harlow didn’t mean to overhear a conversation between a couple of the makeup artists and she definitely didn’t mean to freeze in her spot long enough to hear them say everything they thought about her and Jimin. And most of all, she didn’t mean to spend so much time in a bathroom crying that Jimin busted in looking for her.

 So now, they were in the bathroom right after Jimin’s performance, holding each other as Harlow cried. She wasn’t quite ready to talk and Jimin, though understanding, was becoming a bit impatient due to his worry. “You’ve gotta tell me what happened so I can fix it, baby.” He tried to coax her into talking. One more loud sob made Jimin think it was a hopeless attempt but soon she started explaining.

 “Some of the girls were talking.” She said. Jimin knew who she meant immediately, it wasn’t like there were many women on the staff and Harlow didn’t know many well enough to refer to them outside honorifics. “They were saying we shouldn’t be together.”

 “Why would they say such a stupid thing!” Jimin’s eyes widened. He had known quite a few of the makeup and hair crew for a while and wouldn’t think they’d doubt his relationship like that.

“They said you don’t love me.” She muttered, trying not to start crying again.

 “You know that’s not true right.” His body stiffened. Harlow doesn’t respond. “Look at me.” He demanded. Her gaze quickly found his. “I love you so much.” He said as seriously as he could without becoming angered. “Anyone who thinks otherwise isn’t worth the energy it takes to hear their opinion.” Harlow nodded, rubbing her nose. “Now, let’s go where those dumbasses aren’t anywhere in sight. We can order some food and cuddle, how does that sound?” He asked.

 “Sounds great.” Harlow smiled. Jimin pulled her into a tight hug.

 “I’ll take care of them later, alright? For now, just know that I love you more than anything, baby.”

ｔａｅｈｙｕｎｇ

Taehyung had wondered, on more than one occasion, if he could shut twitter down. Of course he knew it’d take a lot of planning and money. But he’d do it if he could. Maybe just the trending page. That’d be a good start.

 Between the hate tweets from those who couldn’t name a BTS song, the hate tweets from those who liked the other 6 members better, and the hate tweets from those who only liked him and resorted to being hateful to his best friends, Taehyung felt so surrounded by negativity.

 As much as he knew, and told himself, that he was just going through a rough time and was having difficulty seeing anything but the positive, that didn’t make it easier. He knew that his life was good. He was safe and secure, loved by so many, good friends and family. He knew all was well. Which is why he hid the feeling for so long. He didn’t want to seem selfish.

 The boys noticed, of course they did, how could they not. It was only a matter of time before Bang PD noticed or was informed. They didn’t say anything, not yet at least. They hoped he was working on it. He knew he had a couple days to get it together before they confronted him.

 He didn’t need it though, because Claire noticed and confronted him immediately. “Tell me what’s wrong.” She said as they ate dinner. Taehyung looked up at her a little confused.

 “What?”

 “Something’s wrong. Don’t pretend everything is fine when I can tell it’s not. I don’t want to argue about it, so just tell me so we can work through it.” She set her fork down. To most people she might have seemed a little harsh, maybe pushy. But Taehyung admired her blunt “straight-to-the-point” nature.

 “Social media is kinda getting to me.” Taehyng ran his fingers through his growing hair, a little annoyed as the longer length had recently become a target for the hate. “It’s just a weird moment. Maybe the planets are doing that thing again. Retrograde?” He suggested an explanation. 

 “Have you talked to the guys? They’ve all gone through something similar, right?”

 “Yeah…” He sighed. “I haven’t talked to them, yet.” He felt kinda bad saying it outloud.

 “You don’t want to worry them, I know.” She explained. “But you need to tell someone. You can’t keep it all inside, insisting it’ll be okay and blow over eventually.”

 “I know,” Taehyung grabbed Claire’s hand from across the dinner table, “I’ll talk to someone. I promise.”

 “My dad never recovered. It’s been almost 20 years and he’s never gotten over it. My mother’s parent’s hardly talk to me because I remind them of her. Everyone tried to help her, but in the end no one else’s help mattered but her own.” Her eyes watered as she held his hand tighter. “I know you think I’m overreacting. That I’m taking it too far. But I’m worried about what happens if I don’t.” She kissed his knuckles softly. “Do what my mother didn’t do for herself, Tae. Before the storm gets too loud.”

 It was as open as she had been regarding her mother’s death. And in a weird way, Taehyung found a sense of comfort in her tears. Her tears and worry for him reminded him of how much love people feel for him. “I’ll call Bang first thing in the morning.”

 “You should call him now an--”

 “Stay the night.” He interrupted. “Stay the night and make sure I do. I won’t even leave the bed before calling.” He compromised. Claire nodded. “I love you, I’m not going anywhere, baby.” He reached over to kiss her lips.

 ｊｕｎｇｋｏｏｋ

Finally, Jungkook did something for himself. He had spent nearly a decade having to worry about every decision he made and how fans and press would react. Finally he did something for him. On the month long break he got tattoos. Something he wanted for so long, he finally did it. He was expecting some backlash from it. He knew some people would be upset but he wasn’t quite expecting some other headlines. First, were the CCTV photos and people thinking he was dating the woman next to him.

 Jungkook was upset, upset that his privacy had been invaded, upset that his friend had been dragged into it, and upset that his actual girlfriend couldn’t say anything about it. He apologized profusely to both women, more to Emmie of course.

 Second, a woman he thought he was friends with, a woman he let tattoo him, decided to take to social media. BigHit said to let them take care of it. Jungkook trusted them of course but there’s only so much you can do to silence someone. And unfortunately, this woman was out for him.

 “Jungkook does have a girlfriend, but it’s not me :)” was a caption on an instagram post. Jungkook felt his world collapse when he read it. He hoped, for a moment, that people wouldn’t believe it. He hoped that he could continue living a life with Emmie separate from the fame. But all hopes were crushed when she posted a photo of Emmie and Jungkook together. No way to say it was photoshopped, some people recognized Emmie since she designed for them a couple times. This was all wrong, everything was going wrong. He was supposed to reveal it on his own terms, or never. Never seemed like a better option after the initial reaction from fans. 

 Emmie turned comments off as soon as she found out, she would’ve gone private had she not been a verified account. She told her assistant to hold any calls for the next 48 hours as she would be turning her phone off. Her assistant understood but not Emmie had to worry if she would still have a showcase in a week. She wondered if her business would go under. She worried if Jungkook would leave her.

 They sat in silence at the Bangtan dorms. Too stunned to talk to each other or anyone else. The guys gave them some space. Only getting updated that the news was confirmed by BigHit and now they wait till it blows over.

 Emmie cried first. Both tried so hard to hold it together for the other. But she broke first. Jungkook shortly after. As soon as he heard the sob he lunged to wrap his arms around her. “Why can’t we just be a normal couple.” She cried into his chest, marinating his breaking heart with her tears. 

 “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I’m so sorry.” He kept repeating. Holding her as if he was afraid she’d disappear if he didn’t.

 “It’s not fair, Jungkook!” She yelled, not at him but the situation. She broke free from his grasp. 

 “Emmie, Emmie don’t--” He started worrying without her in his arms.

 “Why won’t they let me love you! Let you love me! I’m just supposed to be the most hated woman in Korea, maybe even the world right now, cause I fell in love!”

 “I’m sorry!” He yelled.

 “Don’t you dare apologize!” She said, the guys debated on leaving their rooms to calm the situation. “It’s not your fault.” She softened. “You did nothing wrong.” She walked back over to him, taking his face in her hands. “You have done nothing wrong, Jungkook.”

 “I’ll do anything to be with you, to keep you safe, to keep loving you. I’ll sue every single person who says something bad. I promise. I’ll make them open a whole department in BigHit dedicated to stopping the hate. I’ll do that. I need you.”

 “We’ll figure it all out.” She told him, sniffling. “Right now, I just wanna be with you. In this way too silent apartment, holding you, pretending it’s not a warzone out there. That’s all I want right now.”

“I can do that. We can do that.” He said, and so they did. For two days they stayed in their happy place. Away from anyone with anything negative to say.

I know I said I’d finish soon, but a month slipped away from me because I moved, then moved back home because of some horrible stuff so I haven’t been writing or reblogging. I’ve been up-to-date thanks to twitter lol! Just not reblogging here. Hopefully I’ll be more available and stable (in terms of housing) to write lol. Thanks for reading, I don’t think Tumblr likes me anymore because I don’t show up in tags ;( if you see this give it a like! Or message me! I do take requests! This is getting long, sorry! Thanks again!

[geewithluv]

ESOTERIC [three]

ESOTERIC: intended for or likely to be understood by only a small number of people with a specialized knowledge or interest.

The ins and outs of the prominent gang, Bangtan, can seem esoteric to the general population that is most affected by their actions.

Ｓｙｎｏｐｓｉｓ： ❝ Jimin is going to take over Bangtan after Hitman falls ill. Not feeling confident that Jimin is ready, Hitman pulls in the pacifistic daughter of a (now deceased) close associate. Kit hasn’t been around Bangtan for years, but now she’s forced to in order to help the remaining members of her family. ❞ Ｐａｉｒｉｎｇ：Jimin x Female OC (ft. the rest of BTS) Ｇｅｎｒｅ：mafia!au, kinda angst? diet angst Ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ： cursing, a tiny smut scene, mentions of drug addiction Ｗｏｒｄ Ｃｏｕｎｔ：4k

Ｒａｔｉｎｇ：18+

ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ [part one] [part two]

“Does 23 need more fluids? Or is 22 crying for pain meds?” Kit walked behind the desk of the nurses' station to speak to the charge nurse that paged her.

 “Personal call, line 3.” Elaine spoke bluntly as she took a couple of purple folders.

 “Personal call?” Kit asked as she moved toward the phone. There are hardly ever personal calls for the staff, and especially not for Kit...

 “That’s all they said, honey.” Elaine informed her before she slipped into a patient's room, Kit’s eyebrows furrowed as she picked up the phone.

 “Kit Briar.” She said as the phone connected.

 “Miss Briar, this is Dr. Stephenson from Smooth Sailing Rehab in Ph--”

 “I’m aware,” she cut the man off, there was no time for his spiel, “did something happen to Oliver?” Kit wrapped her fingers around the neckline of her scrubs, tugging slightly. The therapist she had when she was 15 pops into her mind as she begins to control her breathing.

 “As I’m sure you’re aware, Smooth Sailing has very intricate security measures in place to ensure the optimal amount of safety for all of our patients.” The man spoke as if he was trying to remain calm, but the slight waver sent Kit’s mind wondering how hard it would be to grab some Xanax from the hospital pharmacy. “We are afraid that your brother has left the premises.”

 “He’s not dead.” Kit let out a breath. Relief flows through her body.

 “No, he’s not.”

 “Well that’s -- what the hell do you mean ‘left the premises’?!” Kit practically yelled into the phone as the words settled in.

 “We tried to get in contact with you as soon as we noticed he was missing, we left a message with the other emergency contact.” Kit paced as far as the phone cord would let her. 

 “The other emergency contact? What other emergency contact do you have for him? Everyone he knows probably should have checked into your ‘top of the line’ establishment with him! Our mother has been bedridden for years so she’s not answering the phone for anyone. Who the hell did you talk to?!”

 “Uh…” The doctor trails off, Kit can hear him moving papers around. “His name was...Jimmy? I think.”

 “Jimmy?” Kit almost lost the remaining composure she had left. Who was Jimmy? And why was he an emergency contact… wait... “Jimin! That little--” She cuts herself off and takes a deep breath. “You guys have cameras, right. Please tell me you’ve got cameras.” She practically begs at this point. Hitman wouldn’t have sent her brother to a borderline functioning rehab, at least she thought. Now she doesn’t know what to think.

“He only appears on one security camera leaving the premises on foot, we have police searching the area.”

 “How in God's name did you lose a detoxing addict! He couldn’t have possibly been fully out of withdrawal yet! He’s tall ethnically-ambiguous looking dumbass with tattoos that only emphasize his ongoing drug problem. He’s hard to miss!” Kit has drawn the attention of a couple of patients at this point.

 “It’s harder than you think.” The man mutters. “I assure you that we are trying to figure out how this has happened, we are certain he couldn’t have gone far. He said he doesn’t know anyone in Arizona at all and was without a car. We still have his personal belongings including his ID.”

 “You better hope with everything you’ve got that he’s found safe and sound. Thanks for calling Dr. Stephenson.” Kit hangs up before the doctor can speak again. 

  “You need to go home, this is a family emergency.” Elaine followed Kit back to the nurses' station as she pulled her greying hair into a clip.

 “I’m fine, Elaine. My brother is just stupid. They’ll find him and bring him back or they’ll arrest him.” Kit shrugged it off. Work was a distraction, it could be aggravating. But it was a distraction nevertheless.

 “I don’t think you’re fine.” Elaine scoffed. “You damn near stabbed a hole into a bag of saline trying to hang it up.”

 “The hole for the hook isn’t large enough.” She grumbled, balling her fists to keep from raking her fingers through her already heavily disheveled hair.

 “I’ve never seen someone so angrily push morphine.”

 “Who makes a pain killer you have to administer slowly or else the patient will get sick! I’ve got other people to treat and I have to spend 5 minutes pushing a dose of morphine.” The younger woman shot back.

 “Go home, Kit. It’s not a suggestion anymore, it’s an order.” At the woman’s stern words, Kit groaned and leaned against the desk. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

 “Okay.” She said softly, taking her pager off and making her way to the locker room.

  5 missed calls, 3 voicemails, and 17 text messages flood Kit’s notifications as she turned her phone back on. 2 calls from the rehab along with a voice mail, the rest of the notifications come from Jimin. She doesn’t listen to any of the voicemails, opting to read the automated transcript and filling in the blanks that her phone couldn’t decipher. Technology has come so far, but not far enough. She didn’t know if she was honestly upset that Jimin was another emergency contact for her brother, or if she just needed more people to be mad at besides Oliver.

 Kit sat in her car for 10 minutes only calling Oliver’s phone. Leaving a voicemail every other call. She knew, deep in her mind, that he didn’t even have his phone on him. But she hoped that maybe he’d be able to sense she was freaking out.

 “I cannot believe this idiot!” She yelled to no one as she pulled out of the garage.

  “Maybe you should just leave her be.” Namjoon suggested to Jimin as he grabbed a jacket.

 “She’s probably losing her mind.” Jimin picked up his car keys, not in the mood to argue.

 “And? Her brother just went MIA from rehab in a state he’d never been to before. She’s understandably worried.” Namjoon continued to be a voice of reason, but Jimin, as always, refused to understand that. He glared at the taller man.

 “Which is why I need to make sure she’s okay.” He said before walking out of the house.

  “You keep a key under the doormat? Are you trying to get robbed?” Jimin scoffed as he entered Kit’s apartment, ignoring how she was standing, clearly scared of whoever was entering her home uninvited.

 “What the fuck are you doing in my house?!” Kit shouted as Jimin shrugged his coat off and threw it on the coffee table. He ignored the anger he had hardly seen from her before.

 “You didn’t respond to me.” He set the spare key on the table.

 “For a reason, Jimin! You can’t just walk into my home uninvited because I didn’t text you back!” She sat back down on the sofa.

 “Uh, yeah, I can. I wouldn’t be able too if you kept a spare key somewhere less obvious.”

 “You’d just break the door down.” She rolled her eyes as she brought her legs up to her chest.

 “Maybe, anyway, I was worried someone killed you or something, you should've just answered your phone. I can tell you’re not doing well, so it’s good that I’m here.” He smiled as if he had done her a favor.

 “You’re ridiculous.” She scoffed. “Of course I’m not doing well, my brother is gone and somehow bypassed a whole crew of security guards. How could I be calm?” Her feet hit the floor with a noise louder than she would usually allow, having often scolding Jimin for stomping.

 Jimin crossed his arms over his chest. “Maybe he just didn’t want to be there, I don’t blame him.”

 “He wouldn’t just leave, Jimin. He wouldn’t. He knew he needed to get clean. I just--” she sniffled, “I just talked to him yesterday and he was so excited to finally be sober.” She held down her desire to cry. Jimin’s jaw tensed seeing her try so hard to not break, he realized he hadn’t understood how this was really impacting her. He sat down beside her, pulling her into his side.

 “It’s going to be fine, he’ll be just fine. You know I wouldn’t say that if it wasn’t true.” His voice softened as he started threading his hand in her hair, softly detangling her curls. He wasn’t actually sure, but he knew she needed to hear it, even if that meant she’d yell at him later for lying.

 “I know.” She whispered. “He kept me safe for so long, I want to do the same for him.”

 “It’s not your job to keep him safe, Oliver made the decision to start popping pills by himself. That’s on him. Not you. I know it’s hard, because he’s your brother, and you love him. But you can’t blame yourself and I can see it in your eyes that you’re blaming yourself. You have nothing to do with it. Oliver can handle himself, you know that, and even I know that. He’s fine, he’s just being really stupid and reckless right now.”

 “I hope you’re right…” Kit shifted her body to face him. “The Oliver I know wouldn’t…” she pulled on the loose string from her tank top, “wouldn’t leave me here wondering where he was and if he was okay.” She hiccupped softly as a few tears roll down her cheeks. “Even though we’ve been distant since mom got sick and he got...sick. We’ve always checked in. Always.”

 “He’s not in his right mind.” Jimin tried to explain. “If he was then he wouldn’t have left, and he wouldn’t have let you worry.” He bit his inner cheek and tried to choose words carefully. “The rehab is in a fairly secluded place, he won’t get far so they’ll find him. He might even come to his senses and go back on his own. He’s scared.”

 “Of what?” Kit looked at him through tears. “Scared to get clean? Scared to have a life that doesn’t revolve around drugs? Why would he be scared of that?”

 “It’s...” Jimin sighed, running his fingers through his hair. He blew out his cheeks before speaking again. “It’s just scary to accept that your life has gone wrong. You just think about the bad place you were in that made you turn to drugs. Or maybe you don’t even remember life before drugs. So maybe you’re afraid of getting back to normal life and normal life is shit and you can’t get high anymore to avoid how shitty it is.” Jimin rants before shaking his head, looking up at the ceiling. “There are lots of reasons it’s scary for lots of different people.” 

 “Oh.” Kit was surprised to hear his answer, she wanted to ask how he knew so well, but she refrained from what would probably be a personal and upsetting answer.

 “Do you want me to make you some tea?” He asked after a moment of quiet.

 “You don’t know how I like it.”

 “Yeah, I do.” He said, she raised a questioning eyebrow. “Way too sweet. You don’t need 3 spoonfuls of sugar in your tea. And especially not 4. 2 is more than enough. You also hardly get the water steaming because you want to drink it as soon as it’s done instead of waiting for it to cool down. You don’t steep your tea for 5 minutes like you’re supposed to because you're impatient so you only wait 3 minutes. But sometimes you hardly wait at all like a heathen--”

 “I get it, I get it.” She stopped him with a wave of her hand.

 He smiled, bringing his face close to hers. “I know how you like your tea, kitten.” He softly pecked her lips before standing and quickly making his way to her kitchen leaving her to wonder if he had actually just kissed her or her she imagined it in her panicked state of mind. Kit pulls Netflix up on the television and after some fiddling, Ellen Pompeo’s voice fills the apartment. “You’ve been watching Grey’s Anatomy without me?” Jimin asked in shock.

 “I was mad at you.” Kit said, a teasing smile on her face.

 “What did I do to earn this betrayal?” He comes back into the living room with her cup of tea, just the way she likes it.

 “You’re my brother’s emergency contact.” She said. “Also you’re too cute to be so mean.” Kit pouted and Jimin swore his heart melted.

 “Mean!” He said as if he had never been called such a thing before, to be fair the things he was usually called were a lot harsher. “I’ll ignore that if we get back to the cute part. I’ll have you know I am a very sexy man. Not cute.” Kit shook her head.

 “You’re adorable, but also mean.” She laughed.

 “Oh! I’ll show you mean!” Jimin said before reaching out to tickle her sides. Her giggles fill his ears. 

 “Jimin!” She squealed trying to push him off of her. “Jimin! You asshole!”

 “Take it back!” He laughed along with her.

 “I take it back! I take it back!”

 “See, was that so hard?” He pulls off of her, still hovering over her on the sofa. Kit doesn’t respond, instead, he gets lost in his eyes. “What?” He said softly.

 “Nothing.” Kit whispered, a hint of a smile on her face.

 “Would it be a bad idea to kiss you right now?” Kit quickly shakes her head in response. In less than a second, his lips are on hers, tasting the sugary sweet tea on her tongue.

 “Would it be a bad idea,” Kit started when they break the kiss, “to do more than just kiss you right now?” Jimin thought he stopped breathing for a moment.

 “What would you…” He gives her a small kiss. “...want to do?” His hands move delicately along her sides.

 “Don’t make me say it.” Kit mumbled, closing her eyes.

 “Tell me what you want, babygirl. Wanna hear you say it.” He starts dusting his lips over her jawline.

 “I want you to… to… fuck me.” She clenches her eyes tight as she feels embarrassment run through her body.

 “That wasn’t so difficult, now was it?” he teased. “Let’s go to your bedroom so I can give you what you want.” Before Kit can fully register what he said, he’s already leaving the living room. She looks over at him shocked. “You coming?” He smirked looking back at her. Kit nodded before stumbling off the sofa and following him to her bedroom. By the time she enters, Jimin is already pulling his shirt over his head. “Sit down on the bed.” Jimin commanded and she quietly obeyed. Jimin walks over to her, kneeling on the floor to kiss her. He pulled her tank top off, tossing it onto the floor beside them. Kit watches every move he makes wide-eyed. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”

 “Yeah, yeah, of course.” Kit nodded, steadying her breath.

 “Just checking.” He hummed. “Lay back, kitten.” He said while gently pushing her. Jimin yanks her bottoms and underwear off of her in one smooth motion. “Can already see how wet you are. Just for me?” Kit hums a ‘yes’. He moves her legs onto his shoulders, moving his arms over them and locking his hands just below her navel. He starts kissing her inner thighs. “Bet you taste so good. Want me to taste you, babygirl?” Jimin saw her nod and heard her soft moan. “Use your words.” He demands, lightly biting her thigh. 

 “Yes… yes please, Jimin.” 

 “Good girl.” He praised her before licking a smooth stripe from her hole to her pulsing clit. Kit let out an exasperated moan. “Taste even better than I could’ve imagined.” He said before sucking her clit into his mouth. Kit tries to arch her back up to him but he stops her, holding her down on the bed, forcing her to fall victim to his tongue.

 After what feels like an eternity or even longer, Jimin releases her clit from his attack, he licks up her folds again before concentrating on her hole, tongue-fucking her and groaning while he tastes her juices flowing into his mouth. Jimin noticed her moans grow more frequent and louder in volume and used it as motivation. He puts his attention back on her clit and moves to grab her hips, pulling her core closer to his mouth. 

 “Jimin, I’m...I’m gonna cum…” She stumbles, her hands clench the sheets as he sucks the tiny ball of nerves. His nails lightly digging into her skin as she starts trembling and involuntarily moving away from him. Kit lets out a cry as she cums and Jimin starts to slow, not completely stopping as he helps her ride out her orgasm.

 “Goddamn, kitten.” Is all he says, a big smile on his face as he climbs back on the bed, rubbing the remnants of her orgasm off on the back of his hand. Jimin kissed her passionately, his tongue swirling on hers making her taste herself on him. He started pushing his own pants off. “Move up.” Jimin directed, tossing his pants and boxer briefs aside as he watches an already worn-out Kit move up to the head of the bed, slightly perched up against the pillows.

 “I want you.” Fell from her lips. “Want you in me.” It comes out almost a cry.

 “Hold on, kitten. Gonna give you what you want.” He moved over her, spreading her legs with one hand. “Look at me when I fill you up.” Jimin commanded, dark hair falling into his face as the leaking head of his cock brushes up against her hole. Kit’s eyes met his, silently pleading before closing shut when he pushes in her. “Look at me.” Jimin’s voice was harsher, he grips her jaw, staring deep into her eyes. “Good girl.” He hummed as he moves more. A cry of satisfaction melds with his own grunts as he fully fills her.

 “Feel so good in me.” Kit sputtered as Jimin started moving. Slowly pulling out before powerfully thrusting into her. Jimin praises her, tells her how good she’s doing, how good she feels, as fucks her. The sound of her moans and the feeling of her clenching around him as she gets close to another wave has him with his head in the crook of her neck. 

 “Gonna make me cum, kitten. Gonna cum for you.” He rambles, holding on long enough for her to cum around him before he pulls out, cumming onto her stomach. “Holy shit…” Jimin breathed out.

 “Yeah.” Kit mutters what can be considered a response, too out of breath and in a daze to figure out something else. He captured her lips in a quick kiss. 

 “Let me clean you off.” He said as he stood, making his way to her bathroom. With a warm damp washcloth, he comes back over to her. “You’re so good to me.” He told her as he cleaned her up. 

 “You say as you clean me.” She softly giggles, her voice sleepy, as he runs the washcloth over her thighs. “You’re so good to me.”

 “We can be good to each other, then.” He smiled, kissing her cheek and rushing off to put the washcloth back in her bathroom.

  Kit and Jimin spend an hour cuddled in her bed, naked, with yet another episode of Grey’s Anatomy playing despite being focused more on each other than whatever drama was happening in the fictional hospital. Kit was finally about to work up the strength to ask Jimin about their relationship when the unfamiliar sound of her doorbell ringing startled both of them. 

 “Who the--” Jimin gets up first, fishing for his pocket knife somewhere in his discarded jeans, his heart rate quickly increasing.

 “Probably my landlord. Maybe those girl scouts from down the hall. Just stay here.” Kit grabbed her robe, wrapping it around herself as she went towards her door. Her eyebrows furrowed as she looks out the peephole and no one is there.

 “Who is it?” Jimin comes out to the living room, now with his jeans back on but still shirtless. His pocket knife is now in his hand.

 “I dunno, there’s no one out there.” She looked over at him briefly.

 “They might be hiding.” He moved in front of her, unlocking the door carefully. Kit watched him look out into the hall.

 “Jimin…” He murmured acknowledgment, still on guard. “There’s a package.”

 “Wh-- oh.” He bends down to pick it up. Jimin walked back into the apartment, the door automatically closing behind him. He took a deep breath, unsure if any of his rivals are interested in making explosives, and opened the box. Nothing. Well, nothing bomb-related. But there is something.

 “Who sent me a gun?” Kit exclaimed as she peered into the box.

 “No one sent it. There’s no mailing label. They dropped it off here.” Jimin’s jaw tightened as he took it out. He knew precisely whose gun it was. “A phone?” He picked it up, holding it out to her. 

 “Oh my god…” Kit gasped, yanking the cell phone from him.

 “What the fuck is wrong with you! It could be a--”

 “It’s Oliver’s phone.” She cried. Her mind now running a mile a minute. As she turns the device on. “Olly...what did they do with Olly?” Her eyes start watering as she looks between the phone and the gun.

 “Are you sure it’s his phone?” Jimin sighed as he stared down at the gold-accented gun. ‘This is not good’ is all Jimin could think.

 “Yes! Of course, I’m sure! This is his case, it’s custom-made. You can’t buy it anywhere.” She sniffled, the phone now lights up. The lock screen is an old family photo of Oliver, Kit, and their parents. 

 “Fuck.” Jimin said to himself as Kit starts sobbing. He ran his fingers through his hair wondering how to connect Jin’s gun to Oliver’s phone. Ignoring Kit, Jimin grabs his phone. He tries to relax his muscles as he calls Jin.

 “Hey, man. Thought you were with Kit wha--”

 “She just got a box dropped off.” Jimin said bluntly.

 “Oh? Oh!  That’s very bad. That means someone knows where she lives, but what are you calling me for?”

 “I know what that means dumbass! I’m calling you because the only things in the box were her brother’s cell phone and that damn prized gun of yours.”

 “My gun? The one with the gold plated design that I got for my 21st birthday? That gun?”

 “Yes, that gun.”

 “I thought it was lost in the fire, I kept it at the restaurant--”

 “I know. So why was it given to Kit?” Talking to Jin was never calming for Jimin.

 “I dunno, man. Maybe the fire and her brother going MIA are connected.”

 “Oliver wouldn’t set the restaurant on fire, would he?” Jimin asked, Kit perks up, face filled with worry. She wanted to scream at Jimin for even thinking such a thing about her brother but she couldn’t form words fast enough.

 “No? I don’t think so. I mean he was waiting for the supply to come in so he could buy some more molly, maybe coke. I don’t remember. I don’t think he’d burn it. Especially not before buying anything.”

 Jimin sighed. “There’s a reason. Someone had both these items Jin, there aren’t many solutions.”

 “I know, I know. I’ll talk to the guys. You coming back tonight?”

 “Yeah, I’m bringing Kit. She can’t stay here.” He glanced over at her.

 Kit scoffed. “You can’t just take me!” She tried to argue as Jimin ended the call.

 “It’s not safe here, whoever the hell sent this shit knows where you live. I can’t protect you alone. This building isn’t secure.”

 “I’ll be fine!” Kit stood from her dining table. She knew it wasn’t worth arguing about. Jimin made up his mind.

 “Get dressed, we’re going back to the house.” Jimin said, pressing his lips to hers before she could protest.

FIN part 3. Okay so my life got really crazy so sorry for not updating. I moved suddenly and got a job so I’m a little more settled now. Hope to update soon.

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◁ comforting each other ▷

Ｐａｉｒｉｎｇ：Hyung Line X Fem!OC

Ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ：Sexual assault trigger warning for Yoongi’s. Nothing is shown and it isn’t in detail.

Ｒａｔｉｎｇ：G (PG13 for Yoongi)

Ｗｏｒｄ Ｃｏｕｎｔ：3k

Ａ／Ｎ： «this belongs in my headcanon universe and you can read the other parts in the masterlist, the description of the characters is [here] so you get a summary of who they are. »

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Seokjin walked into the apartment carrying a couple of bags of takeout, interrupting Penelope as she paced around the living room on the phone. She was softly gnawing on her knuckles as she spoke. Mostly “yeah” and “I know” coming from her lips. Seokjin watched her intently, sensing that the call was stressful, and set the foot down on the counter. He started taking boxes out when Penelope sighed heavily. He looked up in time to see her run her fingers through her disheveled bob haircut and end the call with the usual pleasantries.

 “Everything okay?” Seokjin asked as she collapsed into the couch. She tossed her phone to the other side of the couch and rubbed her face. She shook her head, not looking at him. “What’s going on babe?” He walked over setting her food down on the coffee table in front of her.

“It’s just this business deal.” She took a deep breath. “One of my dad’s places is looking into extending a partnership with this company that makes the uniforms and my dad wants me to handle this.”

 “Oh,” he nodded as he started to eat, “is it tougher than you expected?”

 “I don’t think my dad counted on the guy not trusting me.” Penelope leaned back into the couch, looking at the ceiling.

 “Not trusting you? Why would he not trust you? Did you do something to him?” Seokjin was thoroughly confused. Penelope had been nothing but trustworthy in the time he had known her and he hadn’t known anyone to ever think differently. Even BigHit quickly dismissed any worries about her once they found out who she was.

 “He thinks I don’t know what I’m doing and I just rely on my dad to get these deals.” Penelope explained. It wasn’t nearly the first time a similar situation happened and probably wouldn’t be the last. That didn’t make it less aggravating though.

 “That’s bullshit!” He nearly jumped up out of his seat, only stopped by the food on his lap.

 “Is it?” She asked, glancing over at him. Her demeanor changed to one much more defeated and depressed.

 “What do you mean?” He looked over at her bewildered. She couldn’t possibly mean what he thought she meant?

 “Is it bullshit? Maybe I do get things done off the back of my dad and I just don’t realize it. People know who he is when they deal with me, they don’t want to piss him off so they get on my good side.” She spoke as calmly as she could but he could see the tears building up. “Is it so farfetched to think that? I know I’m where I am because of nepotism and I’ve tried to hard to prove myself worthy of the opportunities given but maybe it’s not enough and it’ll never be enough.” A few tears now fell down her cheeks. Seokjin set his food down and turned toward her.

 “Honey…” he thought of what he could possibly say. “Do you really feel that way?” She nodded. “Okay, okay.” He breathed out. “Well, that’s okay. It’s okay to doubt yourself. I do it all the time.” She looked into his eyes. “You deserve every one of these good things you’ve gotten. You’ve worked so hard, honey. Your dad doesn’t have anything to do with it besides raising you to be a hard worker. You’re the one that goes into the restaurants every time there’s even a hint of something wrong. You’re the one who hired all the great workers and made sure they were trained to the standards you set. The standards people look for when they come to one of your restaurants.” He told her, grabbing her hands. The tears fell in a steady rhythm.

 “Seokjin--”

 “Wait, wait,” He shushed her. “That guy means nothing. You hear me, nothing if he can’t see how talented you are at this. His opinion on how you’ve achieved such greatness means nothing because at the end of the day you’ve got a growing empire of restaurants and a good head on your shoulders and all he’s got is his fucked up opinion and some fabric.” His face was so serious as he spoke, Penelope giggled softly at his description.

 “You’re too good to me.” She smiled, looking at him with nothing but love in her eyes.

 “Not good enough. You deserve the best.”

 “You are the best. Everyone else would’ve said to get over it.” She laughed sadly. “I love you so much. I don’t say that enough.”

 “I love you too baby.” He enveloped her lips with his. “Now, there’s no time to be sappy when the food is getting cold.”

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It wasn’t typical for Arabella to get home after Yoongi, but the day wasn’t very typical at all anyway. Yoongi had been home for a couple of hours, laying in the bed that wasn’t technically theirs but rather Yoongi’s. Arabella slamming the front door woke Yoongi up. He knew it was her and not some intruder only by the sound of her heels and her keys jingling that he’d gotten used to. Yoongi sat up in the bed and waited for her, knowing that slamming the door was not a good sign.

 “Yoongi.” Arabella nearly whimpered when she came into the room.

 “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” He moved closer to the foot of the bed. He noticed her face now has a red tint and her tears were falling rapidly. “Baby,” he reached out to hold her and was shocked to see her recoil.

 “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She repeated rapidly, moving into his touch.

 “Why are you sorry? What’s going on? You’re really worrying me.” Yoongi rambled as Arabella kept apologizing, tucking her head into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her.

 “I-- I kept-- I kept trying to tell him to stop.” Arabella sobbed and Yoongi tensed up. 

 “Telling who to stop what.” He tried to keep his voice even, he already had an idea of what was going on but he didn’t want to risk upsetting her with his own anger.

 “That producer…” She sniffled. “He was… he wouldn’t stop, Yoongi. I promise I tried.” She cried harder.

 “Arabella.” He said, moving her to look at him. “I need you to tell me what he did.” He took a deep breath still trying to remain calm. “Did he… touch you?” he asked cautiously. Arabella looked away from him and hiccuped. After what seemed like forever, she nodded.

 “I’m so sorry.” She said to him.

 “No!” He said a little louder than he intended. “No, no, don’t you dare be sorry.” He softened, pulling her back into his chest. “You did nothing wrong, baby. Nothing. He’s the one who should be sorry and I’ll make sure he is for the rest of his life.” Yoongi promised.

 “I just wanted to work.” Arabella said quietly and Yoongi’s heart clenched at the words.

 “I’m gonna make calls, okay? I’ll make sure he’s never near you or any other woman ever again. I’ll make sure he never sees another goddamn studio.” Yoongi’s anger started to get the best of him. Arabella moved back, looking at him. “I can get you a home studio or something so you won’t even have to leave if you don’t want. Fully equipped, best of the best, top of the line shit. We can… we can… um… we could sue him! We could do that!” Yoongi stood up from the bed, leaving Arabella to sit and watch him walk around. “Do you want to get into therapy? I’ll make sure you get a great counselor if you think you need it. It’s fine if you do, it’s worth looking into. What do you want, baby? I’ll get you whatever.”

 “Hold me.” She whispered.

 “What?” Yoongi furrowed his brows, he wasn’t sure he heard her correctly. 

 “Just hold me, please. That’s all I want.” A tear fell off her lashes.

 “Of course.” He nodded and walked back to the bed. He moved under the covers and pulled her to his chest. “We’ll get through this, okay? You’ll always have me.” He kissed the top of her head. “I love you.”

 “I love you too.” She gave a small smile. She couldn’t remember anyone loving her the way Yoongi does, even in dark times. She knew he was being honest, that he’d always be there and she appreciated it more than she could put words to.

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Hoseok knew he was too hard on himself but he couldn’t help it. Even when things were out of his control he felt as if he had done something wrong. That was exactly how he was feeling right now. He had gotten sick. He was sure it was something minor he had noticed before going to bed and thought he could just sleep it off. But when he woke up he was a hundred times worse.

 This was already a problem, being sick meant he couldn’t practice or work at all. But this was, to him, the worst possible timing because he was scheduled to record. He couldn’t possibly record when he could hardly stand let alone rap. It just wasn’t happening. And now, he lay in bed sick from whatever he caught and sick with disgust for himself for getting sick.

 Charlotte received a text early in the morning from Hoseok telling her he was sick. She was surprised, to say the least. They had been dating for over a year and she had never known him to get sick. Especially not bad enough for him to call out of recording of all things. A cough here and there, a sneeze, some stomach cramps, sure, he’s human. But sick? Absolutely not. And she knew he was beating himself up over it.

 She dropped everything. Luckily she didn’t have much to drop to go take care of him. She texted him saying she was going to come over with some food and he just sent an emoji back.

 “Hobi!” She called into the apartment when she walked in. It seemed empty, she knew he was home but she wasn’t used to it being so silent. It was almost worrying. Charlotte sat the grocery bags on the counter and made her way to his bedroom. She noticed a few tissues in the hallway and sighed. She knocked on the bedroom door and got a groan in response. Good enough.

 “Oh, Hobi.” She mumbled as she walked in. He was under about 5 covers that were up to his eyes. She sat on the edge of the bed. “Did you take any medicine?” She asked, feeling his forehead.

 “Can’t move.” He grunted.

 “I’ll go grab you some. And I bought ingredients for soup.” She tells him.

 “The one you make? My favorite? With the chicken?” He asked, perking up just a bit. She hums a ‘yes’. “I’m too sick to eat.” He pouted.

 “Can you try? It’ll be like 30 minutes. Maybe you’ll feel a little better.”

 “I’ll try.” He agreed. She kissed his forehead.

 “Let me go grab that medicine.” She said before leaving the bedroom. When she got back, Hoseok had fallen asleep. She watched him look peaceful though she knew he was in pain. She debated waking him up or letting him sleep but decided taking the meds now would be the best option.

 “C’mon. It’s just a couple pills, babe.” She coaxed him to sit up.

 “My throat hurts.” He whined, shaking his head before wincing at the migraine.

 “It’ll help, you won’t get better just laying here.” She ran her fingers through his hair which was damp with sweat. That was enough to convince him. Only for a bit, enough to take the pills and then he slumped back in the bed.

 About 20 minutes later, Charlotte returns to his room. He’s still sleeping as she sets the bowl of soup of his nightstand. She tries to remember where he left the breakfast tray he bought only a couple of months ago. Once she finds it, she shakes him awake. “Made you some soup.” She says, answering the confused and slightly startled look on his face. The realization makes him more alert than she had seen him all day.

 Hoseok tries to eat the soup quickly, purely because he loves it so much but he finds his arms won’t move nearly as quickly as he’d like. “You’re gonna hurt yourself.” Charlotte scolded seeing him wince trying to shovel the food into his mouth.

 “Really good.” He says with a smile that made her forget to continue scolding him.

 He wakes up a little better the next day, not well enough to record, but well enough to go into the living room to see Charlotte asleep on the couch. “Morning, angel.” He kissed her cheek.

 “Wha-- oh! Feeling better?” She asked, sitting up. She ran her fingers through her hair, getting a bit tangled in the curls.

 “Well enough to love on you a bit.” He sat next to her, resting his head on her shoulder. “You really are an angel you know? I’m positive your soup cured me.”

 “When I get sick I’ll give you the recipe, okay?” She laughed.

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Namjoon came back early. Really early compared to every other day. Joanna wouldn’t have heard him if she wasn’t in between songs when the door slammed shut. Slammed shut. So loud that she froze thinking someone broke in. She took her headphones out and listened carefully. She heard keys jingling, his keys, and she let out her breath and allowed her shoulders to relax.

 Only for a moment, because then she was very confused and slightly worried. He was never home this early. This was late lunchtime, not late dinnertime. Not even regular dinner hours. She didn’t even wash her hands off before going into the main area of the house where Namjoon was still taking things out of his bag.

 “Didn’t think you’d hear me come in.” He said with a grunt that took her off guard. He didn’t make eye contact which was even more unsettling.

 “Hard not to with you slamming the door.” She meant it as a teasing comment, but he didn’t take it that way.

 “Can I not slam the door in my own house?” He looked up at her. She stammered for a moment, so taken aback by the comment and tone that she couldn’t even think to respond. “I’m gonna go upstairs, keep painting or whatever.” He said.

 “Namjoon, what the hell is wrong with you?” She finally found her voice as he went up the stairs.

 “I’ve just had a long day, Jo.” He clenched his jaw, not looking at her.

 “Talk to me,” she said, “please.” she softened her voice, practically begging. Namjoon walked back down the stairs and sat on the sofa, silently telling her to sit next to him.

 “Everything is going wrong.” He said quietly as if he could silence his emotions. “I can’t find the chords, or the lyrics, or even the inspiration half the time.” He balls his hands up into fists. “I’m useless.” He sighed.

 “You’re not useless.” She was quick to say. “When I’m trying to paint, I can’t tell the brushes and the paint and the canvas to cooperate with me. I can’t tell them to tell me what they want to make. I’ve got to let it come to me because if I try to make something I can’t. And even if I can, it’s blank. An emotionless, dull, fake feeling, painting. I’ll look at a blank canvas for hours, but it’ll never speak to me and tell me what to make of it.”

 “What do you do? I’ve tried everything I know.” He sounded so defeated. Joanna stood up, reaching out for his hand. When he grasped it she leads him to her studio.

 “Sometimes, I just have to make something. But I can’t think about it. I just need to create and I’ll feel better. I’ll feel like I’ve achieved something and I’ll remember that I know how to make beautiful things.” Joanna takes out a couple of canvases and some large bottles of paint. “I don’t know what the music equivalent is, bit I splatter paint. No thoughts, no commitment, just throwing paint around until I get out my frustration.” She smiled at him. She finds a spot on the plastic she has splayed on the floor. “Take your shirt off, and the pants too. You’ll get them dirty and it’s nice to feel free.”

 “You want me to splatter paint with you, in the nude?” He clarified.

 “You can keep your boxers on if you want.” She laughed as she finished setting up.

 “I don’t think it’s very fair for me to be half-naked and you aren’t.” He said as he pulled his shirt off. Soon he hears her overalls hit the floor and she’s pulling her shirt off too.

 “Now we’re even. Gloves are over there if you want them but I like feeling the paint.” She explained, grabbing a glob of blue and throwing it onto the canvas.

 “You’re insane.” He laughed before doing the same with the yellow paint.

 By the time they’ve finished, their hands are as rainbow-colored as the canvas and colored fingerprints line their bodies from sneaky grabs. “I like it.” Joanna compliments. “Very expressive, you’ve got a real eye for color, my dear.” She says in a fake British accent.

 “I’ve got the best tutor.” He wraps his paint-stained hands around her waist and pulls her closer. “Thank you.” He says as he presses his lips to hers. “How do we get this paint off?” He looks at their bodies.

 “It’s water-soluble.” She shrugged.

 “Shower?” He raised an eyebrow, making her chuckle before kissing him to seal the agreement. “To the shower!” He says dramatically, lifting her up and making his way to the bathroom, her giggling along with him the whole way.

Maknae line soon! Thanks for reading!!