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BTS Imagines || Love Yourself pt. 1

These highlight reels got all the ARMYs shook af.

Decided to make an imagine series based on some of my favourite theories that ARMYs have made.

JUNGKOOK:

The sun was especially extravagant today, filling the dull white walls of the hospital to a warm yellow.

Friends come and go in this place, whether it be intentionally or not.

Most pass away to a better life, but some leave me behind to go back home. Others… become dark and take their own.

I was finally able to walk around independently.

It felt strange to be on two feet again. I was a bit unstable, especially with an IV hooked to my arm everywhere I went.

My gaze followed the end of the hallway.

A wheelchair appeared from a room, a young man in a dark turquoise hoodie in it.

His pace began to quicken, a distressed look on his face.

I would know that face from anywhere.

The face that those people who took their life, had.

I had a choice to save him or let him be.

As he was approaching the end of the hallway, I put on a strong stance and stuck my hand in front of him.

His wheelchair clattered to a stop, and his gaze looked up to me.

Looking at him more closely, he had chocolate brown hair with distant dark brown eyes.

His head tilted slightly, his baby face was undeniably charming.

Without saying a word, I lent a hand out to him.

He reached out with his and firmly took my hand.

I grin at him, in which he returns, revealing pearly bunny teeth.

TAEHYUNG:

``What to do…`` I muttered to myself, swiftly shoving whatever I could take into my backpack.

I could only think of how delicious the food would be once I left this convenience store.

My heart was pounding in my eardrums, and my forehead was sweating beads.

I did this all the time, but why was I extremely afraid of being caught now?

I felt as if I was being watched.

I went to reach for a bowl of ramyun but as I was about to, a large hand traps my wrist.

From under my hat I saw a man with light brown locks and honey golden skin.

My heart skipped a beat in fear of his appearance, but he wasn’t the store owner.

He slipped my bag from my shoulder and swung it onto the counter.

I darted out of the store, hearing him speak faintly.

``I’ll pay for these.`` His voice was mellow and deep.

The cold wind stung my face as I left the store.

I stood outside to catch a breath.

The jingle of the door’s bell complimented the soft howling of the wind.

The strange man stood next to me, my bag in his hand.

I nervously snatch my bag from his hold and speed-walk into the other direction.

I could feel his eyes burning a hole in the back of my head.

I didn’t know if I should have gone back and thanked him, but my feet kept advancing farther and farther away from him.

NAMJOON:

It had been more than two years.

More than two years since my father stopped the abuse.

More than two years since my father was murdered.

More than two years since I saw my brother as a murderer.

More than two years since they both left me.’

My drone-like voice thanks people who pitifully take my flyers, as I stand atop the bridge.

``Thank you.`` Another flyer gone from my stack.

I had officially finished giving out the set number of flyers I needed for my school tuition.

Just as I was about to turn and leave the location, a strong gust causes the flyers to scatter onto the ground at my feet like petals, also making me drop my water bottle in the process.

I hear footsteps heading towards me.

I frantically bent down to retrieve them and then go to get my bottle, until a hand reaches it first.

I looked up, getting to my feet at the same time.

It was a tall man with a lollipop stick in his mouth. His bangs were ruffled by the wind and his droopy eyes looked at me kindly.

``Thank you…`` I bow shyly, taking my bottle from him, and turn around to walk away from him.

The bridge was practically empty, it was essentially only he and I.

I turn around to see where the mysterious man had gone but he was still standing there, his eyes following me.

I become bashful and tuck a strand of hair behind my ear before quickening my pace.

YOONGI:

His fingers graze over each ivory key gracefully.

I sit at the mahogany piano, admiring his talent, before the music abruptly stops.

He reached over to grab the cardboard box that I dreaded so much.

His pale fingers, once used to play something so beautiful, now placed a cigarette between his lips.

Before he could reach for the lighter above the keys, I snatch it from him, earning me a displeased and shocked look.

This was an unhealthy habit of his.

Whenever he was stuck on his compositions or stressed, he’d always turn to his damned cigarettes.

I grab a market from the top of the piano and label his lighter ‘Y. K.’.

He continues to stare, before I stand up and wave the lighter in his face with a smirk.

I can feel him watch me as I walked towards where my guitar lay.

Everything was scattered on the floor, clothes, wrappers and composition papers.

Although our apartment was small, I knew Yoongi and I only needed each other to rely on.

I sat down, my back faced towards him and place my guitar in my lap.

Reaching in my pocket, I pull out a lollipop and unwrap it, holding it up for him to see it’s vibrant lime green colour.

Cavities were always better than cancer, as I always told him.

SEOKJIN:

My phone rang in a nuisance.

I slid my phone across my bedside table and onto my chest.

My eyes groggily forced themselves open to look at my screen.

‘Wake up! Internship at 8:00!` was the notification on my phone.

It was now 7:46.

I was late for my internship.

Without a second thought, I throw my duvet off my body and hop out of bed.

I flung open my dresser and pull out a white sweater, throwing it on and run down to the railway crossing, which divided where I lived and where my internship was.

A monstrous train sped past, locks of my hair flowing in front of my face. I brush them out of my face hurriedly, watching as the last carriage of the train pass.

A handsome tall man with brown locks stood opposite the train crossing, surprising me.

Nonetheless, I hastily crossed the railway and run past him.

I felt a tingling, fuzzy sensation from passing him.

He seemed ethereal and distant, his gaze oddly following me.

But I had to keep my composure in order to have a successful internship today.

My bag felt lighter as I sped down the road.

JIMIN & HOSEOK:

I decided to surprise Hoseok today.

Hoseok and Jimin were two of my good friends.

Earlier this morning, I stopped at the bakery to buy a birthday cake.

It wasn’t Hoseok’s birthday today, but since he told me how his mother had abandoned him when he was younger, I decided to celebrate his overdue birthday.

It was the least I could do for him agreeing to be my dance partner.

An was excitement bubbling up in my chest as I walked up the stairs to the dance studio I knew he would be at.

I heard music simmering from the door. Balancing the cake in one hand, I turned the door knob and pushed the door open, poking my head through with a wide grin on my face.

I saw Hoseok’s glowing face as he stopped the music and approached me.

``Happy birthday!`` I exclaim, revealing the cake to him, a single burning candle lit on top of it.

``Oh? But it’s not my birthday.`` He shook his head, a confused look on his face.

I giggled and smiled, ``I know.``

I spotted someone in the corner of my vision and turned towards it.

Jimin’s face was hidden behind his phone, which he pulled into his lap at the speed of light.

I let out a soft laugh and beckoned him over to celebrate with Hobi.

He happily accepted the cake and stared at the candle, before shutting his eyes for a wish.

Hoseok’s grin soon disappeared after that.

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OK, OK, so what if the members were close friends, and they came to visit at a bad time when they walk in on their friend being slapped by her boyfriend. I'm in the mood for angst and stuff. 😊

JUNGKOOK:

Jungkook had gotten the latest version of Overwatch and desperately wanted to have a round between you and he.

He wasn’t sure what you were doing today, but he could have sworn your boyfriend was over.

Although it’s not like he cared.

He hated your boyfriend with a burning passion.

Why?

Because Jungkook was your best friend… and because he had a little crush on you.

It wasn’t just that, but your boyfriend tended to be very aggressive around you, which made him extremely cautious and worried for you.

He was finally at your doorstep, pressing your doorbell and waiting for your reply.

Hearing nothing, he slipped out the spare key to your house that you gave to him, from his pocket, and quietly opened the door.

Sudden mischief wanted him to scare you.

He crept quietly towards your lounge room, but heard shouting within that room.

“What’s so good about him anyways? I’m your boyfriend, aren’t I?!” It sounded like your damned boyfriend.

“This is not about if you’re my boyfriend or not! It’s the fact that I want to spend time with Jungkook without you prying at my back every five seconds!” That was definitely your voice.

He peered around the corner of the wall, you and your significant other were having a showdown with each other, holding your grounds firmly.

“Don’t talk back you little brat!”

A loud crack of a noise filled his ears suddenly.

He blinked hard, readjusting to the scene in front of him. Your head was turned to the direction of your boyfriends now pulsing hand.

Without warning, the maknae lunged at your boyfriend like a tiger, slamming him to the ground.

He threw a punch, square in his face.

Shocked, you snapped out of your trance and stumbled back into the couch, staring at the fight erupting before your eyes.

There was a shriek stuck in your throat, but you couldn’t force it out.

It was then when your boyfriend began to hit back, only landing a few scratches and blows to Jungkook.

But he was eventually beat.

“Get the out. I never want to see you anywhere near her again.” With all his might, Gguk pulled him up by the shirt and dragged him out your front door.

Your muscles were tense, holding your cheek.

You never thought he would slap you.

Sure, he had a short-temper, but to slap his own girlfriend? Well… ex-girlfriend.

Jungkook walked back into the lounge room, his stoic gaze suddenly softening at you.

“Y/N…” His large arms envelope your small frame, feeling your tremble in his hold. “Are you okay?” He asked mindlessly.

“Jungkook…” He had a graze on his cheek, just below where his scar was. You bring your hand up to his cheek. “The question is… are you okay…?”

He pulls your hand down and smiles with his familiar bunny teeth.

“I’m good.”

You two were so close. It’s not like you guys have never been this close before, but his heart was pounding so loudly in his chest that he was afraid that you would hear it.

You looked so innocent and scared to him.

His hand instinctively goes to cup your face, but you flinch in trauma of the slap.

His heart ached in sympathy for you.

You looked at his eyes, which were now diverted from you.

Did you have the guts to do it?

“Stay over t-tonight…?” You stuttered.

He smiles softly again and pointed to the CD case on the ground.

It was Overwatch.

“Obviously.”

TAEHYUNG:

Taehyung had called you over to the dorms half an hour ago.

Where were you?

He tried calling twice, but you never picked up.

Did you forget about your arcade date with him?

Maybe your were hanging out with your stupid boyfriend that you always ditched him for.

“She’s still not here?” Namjoon walks into the lounge, seeing Taehyung nervously tapping on his phone screen. The younger man shakes his head.

“Go check her house, maybe she’s slept in.” He walks back into his room without a word.

Taehyung grabs his things and drives to your house, hoping that nothing bad happened to you.

He knocked on your door, but no response. When he turned the door knob, it was open for him.

“You never agree with what I want to do! It’s always, Y/B/N this, and Y/B/N that!”

“Well maybe if you stopped being such an annoyance, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

“How are you calm about this?”

“Oh trust me, I’m not.”

“You’re so frustrating sometimes!” You complain.

He didn’t know where you two were, so he kept peering in different rooms, trying to locate the two of you.

The creak of the chair against your wooden floor alerts him that you were in the dining room, but then he heard a deafening crack.

“Y/N?!” Your name slipped out of his mouth unintentionally. He heard your sobs from the next room.

He darts into the dining room, seeing your boyfriend staring right back at him.

“You!” Taehyung storms towards him, then shoulder charges him into the wall across the room. “What the hell did you do?!”

Your head was down, sitting on the floor, your sobs still constant.

“It’s none of your business!” He tries to struggle out of Taehyung’s hold.

“It kind of is, you jerk!”

“Taehyung…” You plead quietly.

His attention switches to you. With rage at the sight of how hurt you looked, he grabbed your ex-boyfriend’s laptop and bag.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Your ex calls out to him.

Taehyung opened the front door and threw his belonging onto the sidewalk. He chased after them, while Tae locked him outside, quickly returning to you.

“Y/N.” He kneels down, holding your head gently in his large hands. “Talk to me.”

You looked up at him, bunches of hair falling over your reddened face.

“Tae…” You pulled him towards you sharply and nested your face into the crook of his shoulder.

“What did he do…?” He traces circles into your back.

“I’m sorry I missed the date…”

“I don’t care about that right now. I just want to know what he did.”

You choked back a loud sob and exhaled raggedly.

“He… he… hit me…”

“Fuc—” He was about to get up to give the guy a good beating, but you held him in place, your small hands gripping his arm.

“Taehyung… don’t worry…”

“I worry Y/N! What if he comes back? What if I’m on tour and he takes it as an opportunity to hurt you again?”

“Taehyun—” He suddenly held you tightly.

“I can’t…” It was his turn to cry. “I can’t lose you Y/N… You’re my best friend… and I love you so much…”

“I love you too Tae…”

“No… I mean… I love you… in a— a romantic way.”

You inhaled his strong, cologne, feeling at ease in his arms.

“I know.”

JIMIN:

(Jimin’s one isn’t really walking in on a bad time, but he’s really clueless as to what had happened.)

“Well done team, take five.” Hoseok grins. The air was heavy with sweat in the practice room.

Namjoon and Jin hit the floor in exhaust.

Yoongi fell asleep right in his spot, on the footprint stained floor.

Taehyung and Jungkook went straight to the exit.

“Jimin-ah! Are you gonna come play with us?” Taehyung calls.

“Yeah. I’ll be right there.” Jimin snatches his phone from the shelf, when it suddenly rings. “Ah… Y/N is calling.” He grins to himself like a young boy.

You and Jimin were the best of friends since childhood. Nothing could separate you, even when he had to move before you to Seoul to audition for BigHit.

“Hi Chubs!” He greeted chirpily.

“J-Jimin…?” Your suddenly frightened tone changed the expression on his face.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?”

“I… I’m locked in my room…”

“What? Why?” He seemed shocked. How could someone possibly lock themselves in their own room?

“Just… can you come and get me… and be careful… please… he’s still outside… ah… he’s coming… please hurry…”

The line died out.

Jimin suddenly felt nervous and left the building without a word.

Something wasn’t right.

He knocked on the door softly, but then remembered that you were locked in your room.

How could he get in?

Jimin searched the exterior of your house.

Your bedroom window was shut, but he managed to unlock it. He learnt from Jungkook.

He pushed your window up and leapt inside your room.

“Y/N?!” He landed knees first onto your carpet.

There was a mound under your blanket.

He walked over to it and ripped the covers off.

You were curled up in a ball, a huge red mark on your face.

“Jimin…?”

“What the hell happened?” He sat you up, examining your face. “Are you hurt?” He touched your cheek, causing you to hiss in pain.

“Don’t.” You push his small hand away.

“Who?”

“Shhht. Y/B/N is outside.”

“So it was that jerk. I knew he was good for nothing.” He growls softly.

“Jimin, don’t. We can just escape now.” Your voice was barely a whisper.

“You go. I need to have a talk with your boyfriend.”

“But—”

“Go.” He snatched your wrist in his hand and assisted you out the window. “Go to the dorms. The boys will be there.”

You nodded hesitantly, running away from your house but constantly looking back at Jimin.

Jimin flexed his hands and broke your door knob, kicking it with all the force he could manage.

“What the—” Without even caring who was speaking, he kicked again, at the direction of the noise.

It was most definitely your boyfriend. He was on the ground, cowering in shock.

“Why did you hit her you bastard?!” Jimin pounded his fist onto the table beside him.

“You’re the one she wanted to visit when we were supposed to have a date, so I locked her in her room.”

“But you didn’t even think twice about her phone idiot.” Jimin placed a foot on his chest and glared at him deadly. “You have no right to hit your girlfriend like that! I could treat her better than you ever would!” He shouts.

Jimin was indeed the scariest when he was angry.

“Go then. I don’t fucking want her anymore.”

“Good. If I see your ugly face again I’ll make sure it will become even more atrocious.”

Your ex crawls out from under Jimin’s feet, glaring but pitiful, and leaves the house.

Jimin’s arms trembled in fear of what trauma you could have experienced.

“Y/N. I’m coming.”

NAMJOON:

Namjoon promised you was going to help you study.

Since he was still petrified at the thought of getting his license, he took the bus instead.

The bus stopped at a stop a few houses down from yours.

He knocked on your door, with his books and pencil case in his other arm like a young school boy.

You didn’t reply. He pulled out his phone and texted you.

His heart jumped when he saw something burst out from the window and past his face.

Fragments of glass were scattered at his feet. Your phone was on the sidewalk, cracked and destroyed.

“Y/N?!” He opened your unlocked front door and ran inside, seeing you on the ground beside the coffee table.

He looked up and saw your boyfriend.

You and he had been together for a few months, but during the last month, the both of you were constantly disagreeing with each other and arguing.

Namjoon mustered up all his patience.

He didn’t want to resolve to violence.

“I’m going to ask you to leave before I call the cops.”

You and your boyfriend turned your attention to him.

“Namjoon…!” You stumbled to your feet and he reached out to shield you behind him.

You gripped on his shirt tightly.

“And what if I don’t?” You abuser asked dangerously.

“Then I’m afraid I’m going to have to report you for domestic abuse.”

Those words hit your heart hard. Were you really a victim of domestic abuse?

“Namjoon… please get him to leave…” You were terrified out of your skin. Your heart was pounding at a hundred miles per second and your forced down your sobs, causing hoarseness in your throat.

“Get out.”

You both watch as he gathered up his things and shoved past Namjoon on the way out.

“Hey.” The leader spun you around to face him. “You okay?”

You nod, but your tears said otherwise.

“Baby girl…” It didn’t matter if you were dating someone or not, Namjoon always had that name for you.

“I thought you were at the door… but then he came to my house and he looked really mad…”

“Don’t worry. He won’t get anywhere near you now that I’m here.”

You hugged Namjoon tightly, grateful to be in his embrace.

“I’ll stay over for a few nights okay? You can do your exams another time.”

“Thank you…”

“You’re always my first priority, baby girl.”

HOSEOK:

It was your birthday today.

Hoseok pretended that he forgot for the whole day.

It was now 7:00pm and he had gotten your favourite cake.

He drove down to your place, holding your cake carefully.

Hobi stuck a sparkler stick into your cake and lit it up, before knocking on your door with his foot.

The door swung open.

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to—” He looked past the sparkler, eager to see your surprised face, when he only saw an angry male.

He recognised him as your boyfriend.

Peering past him, Hoseok caught a glimpse of you sitting on the couch. You looked hurt. There was a bright red hand mark on your face.

He looked back at your boyfriend, flung the sparkler out of the cake and pushed the cake into his face.

He knew very well what had happened.

You had been slapped.

He pushes your boyfriend out the door and locks it behind him, rushing to your side.

“Y/N?” Your head was now face down into the cushion on your couch. His voice slowed down your angst, but you still wouldn’t budge.

“Y/N. He’s gone now.” He placed a hand on the small of your back.

You slowly lifted your head, your hair a mess along with your makeup.

From your clothes, he guessed that you were dressed nicely for your birthday.

“Come talk to me.” He sat you up beside him and lay your head on his lap.

You were a sobbing mess, as you tried to piece your words together.

Hoseok could tell that you were having trouble, so he hushed you.

“Don’t worry. I don’t need to know anymore.”

“Hoseok…”

“Yes?”

“How did you get here so on time?” You chuckled, sniffling slightly.

“I wanted to surprise you. But that didn’t work out so well.” He looked to the remains of cake that was scattered near your front door.

You smiled slightly and nestled your head into his lap more comfortably.

“Y/N…?”

“Mhm…?”

“Happy birthday. I know it’s not my birthday, but I wish for you to find the perfect man to treat you like a princess.”

He ran his hand through his hair, sighing.

“By the way.” He chuckled. “I love you.”

Hoseok hoped to hear a reply, but nothing.

He looked down at you and saw you fast asleep on his lap.

Hobi grinned and sighed softly.

“I guess my confession will have to wait until another day.”

YOONGI:

Yoongi was exhausted from practice.

He was supposed to go to his house to visit Min Holly, but got lazy and went over to sleep at your house instead.

It was closer that way anyways.

You had given him keys to your house, just in case he needed to stop by at anytime.

Being best friends, you trusted each other like that.

He opened the door groggily and decided to make a beeline straight for the couch in the darkness.

But becoming more awake now, at 12:00am in the morning the lights were still on.

He heard shouting from the kitchen.

“You never care! Every time, you always talk about Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi!”

“Well to be honest Yoongi could be a better boyfriend than you right now.” Your voice snapped back.

SMACK!

Yoongi blinked in shock.

He stood at the kitchen door, seeing you leaning over the counter, cupping your cheek.

Then his eyes gazed upon your attacker.

He was shorter than your boyfriend, but he was also faster.

Disregarding his fatigue, he pushed your boyfriend into the refrigerator.

The clattering of bottles inside harmonised with the loud crash of his back against the fridge.

“You little shit.” He threw a punch, but your boyfriend moved his head to the side.

His knuckles, once pale, were now blue and black from hitting the fridge.

His knee moved, hitting your boyfriend in the stomach. He cowers over in agony, while Yoongi towered over him, a deadly look on his face.

“Get the fuck out before I make you.”

“Fuck you Min Yoongi.” Y/B/N stumbled out your door. You could only hear the door close with a slam.

Your eyes were only wide in fear, seeing this violent side of Yoongi that you’d never seen in real life.

His back was turned to you, his shoulders rising and slumping at every breath. He falls to his knees and sighs.

“Yoon-gi…” Your vision was blurred as you stumble towards him.

In a split second, your legs had faltered and you had toppled onto Yoongi.

Your head was on his back, before he rolled himself over to face you.

“I’m tired.”

“Why are you here…?”

“I was too lazy to go back home… and then I happened to see this.”

“Thank God for you…” Your head was resting on his heaving chest now.

“You’re welcome. I knew that dude was good for nothing.”

“I’m sorry… I should have listened when you told me that.”

Yoongi was the one to warn you when you first began to date with your boyfriend.

He had a hunch that he was shady, and he was right.

Your boyfriend had been treating you horribly.

But like a stupid girl that you were, you still stayed with him as if there was a day where he would change.

“Aren’t you going to sleep?” You question, pushing yourself up with your arms, still hovering above him.

“Yeah… I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Nah, you’re in my room tonight, Superman.” You shakily lowered yourself to him and placed a soft, quick peck on his lips.

“This gives me ideas for Cypher pt. 5.”

SEOKJIN:

Seokjin remembered your friendship anniversary today.

But today he wanted it to be special.

Only one thing stood in the way.

Your boyfriend.

Granted, he was a bit jealous whenever you hung out with your boyfriend, but he was also slightly protective of you, being his best friend.

He brought flowers and a plastic bag of his homemade food.

He pressed your door bell and stood patiently at your door. There were voices distantly, but you couldn’t tell if they yours.

It felt like his legs were growing heavy, he had been standing there for at least ten minutes.

“Hello?” Jin pressed the door bell again. He turned the door knob only to find it opened.

All the lights were on the in room.

“Y/N? Are you home?”

“Idiot!” That was definitely your voice. Were you calling him an idiot?

He walked towards the source of your voice, peeping into the room quietly.

There was glass cups shattered on the floor.

Seokjin had caught sight of your boyfriend with his hand trapping your wrist.

You were trying to fight out of his grip until his raised his hand.

Dropping everything, Jin pushed you out of the way and felt a sharp, stinging jolt on his left cheek.

You gasped at the sudden loud slapping sound filling the room.

You were wrapped in one of his arms, while he was facing your boyfriend who was supposed to hit you instead.

Jin’s face was turned away from the both of you, his bangs falling over his eyes.

“Are you okay?” He asked, disregarding the man in front of you.

You were speechless at his sudden appearance.

He pushed you towards your room, away from the scene, before facing your boyfriend.

“How dare you try and hit a woman like that.”

“This is none of your business.” Your boyfriend retorts sharply.

“Actually, it is my business. You should be grateful that a woman like her actually wastes her precious time on you. You’re pathetic. Get out of her house.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No.”

Jin grabbed the pitiful guy by his collar and dragged him towards the door.

He flailed in Jin’s grasp, but couldn’t quite hit him as he was being held at a safe distance.

“If I ever see you again, you better watch your back.” He shoved him roughly out to door, causing him to fall onto the concrete footpath.

He shut the door before Y/B/N could regain his balance, and rushed back to your room.

“Y/N?” He picked his flowers back up.

He saw you sitting in the hallway, back against the wall, curled up in a ball.

“Hey.” Jin bent down to your level, holding the flowers between you and him.

You slowly look up only to see the beautiful dusty pink roses.

“Hi… Are these for me?”

“Yeah.” You gingerly take them from his grasp, seeing his face.

“Thank you.” Dropping the bouquet, you lunge forward and wrap your arms around his neck.

As if his cheek wasn’t already red from the hit, his ears and cheeks turned redder than before.

“Of course.”

This one was fun to writee~

Sorry it’s a bit delayed, school got me like–

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Lock Screen || NAMJOON X Y/N FLUFF

Holy shit I’m so mad because my draft just disappeared.

This is for the anonymous-bud that requested for a Namjoon imagine.

Prompt: Namjoon + Tinashe Lock Screen + Jealous S/O

``Namjoon.`` He returned from the bathroom, stopping dead in his tracks.

Your tone of voice was never used in conjunction with his full name, and it scared him.

``Yeah...?`` 

You help up his phone with an annoyed expression on your face. Don’t misinterpret things, Tinashe was an amazing person, but when your partner is basically fawning over her more than he should over you, especially with a cleavage filled lock screen, you had every right to be upset. Especially since you felt like an inferior compared to a goddess like Tinashe.

``Really?`` You raised your brow.

``Are you seriously mad at me for that?`` He let out a low chuckle. You tried to keep a straight face, because as of right now, he was wearing an adorable Ryan onesie, matching with your Brown onesie.

``Uh yeah? Her boobs are literally out in the open!`` You flail his phone in his face. He pushes your hand down.

``Y/N you really need to calm down. I didn’t think you’d get mad about that.`` He puts up your hoodie playfully, covering your eyes. You angrily adjust your hood and fold your arms.

``You’re so insensitive.`` You hit his chest.

Namjoon rolls his eyes, a smirk on his face, before picking you up and swinging you over his back. You were dangling over his shoulder upside down as your legs were hooked on his shoulders.

``Namjoon! Put me down before I kick you in the head!`` You threaten.

``Then you promise you won’t be jealous?``

``Why shouldn’t I be? I look like a bird’s nest next to her.`` You retort. He puts down you on your feet, and you feel a bit light-headed from the blood rushing to your head.

He pulls you in. His warmth and scent mingled together in perfect harmony, causing your twisted expression to soften.

``Relax baby girl, I’m all yours. Forever and always.`` 

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Remembrance || JIMIN X Y/N  ANGST + FLUFF

``Y/N… you can see him now.`` Seokjin left the room, exchanging sorrowful glances with you.

Your eyes were bloodshot and dry.

You felt hollow inside and you could barely move.

You quickly stood up.

``Is he okay?`` Your voice hadn’t been used for anything except crying. It cracked when you spoke.

``He’s awake now.``

You drag yourself into the room, and look up in fear of how he might look when you see him.

But there he was, his jet black hair and porcelain skin, tainted with cuts and scratches. He was bandaged at the leg and an IV was pierced into his hand, but other than that, he looked like the same old Jimin.

His head slowly turned you face you.

You expected that charming smile that you missed so much. He just stared at you blankly.

``Hey Jimin…`` You croak awkwardly, pulling up a seat beside his bed.

He said nothing, just stared.

``How are you feeling…?``

You placed a hand on top of his. His dark brown puppy dog eyes looked down at it and pulled his hand back.

``I’m sorry… do I know you?``

=====

``What do you mean he doesn’t remember you?``

You were almost positive that your tear ducts had been sucked dry since this morning, but clearly after seeing Jimin, there were still some left.

Namjoon was rubbing circles in your back, as you were now confident that your tears were all gone.

The boys comforted you back at your house, as you told them how your fiancé reacted when he saw you.

``I can’t… I don’t know what to do guys…``

``It will be fine… it’s probably short term. It happens sometimes.`` Hoseok reassures you.

``No… you don’t understand…`` Your bottom lip trembles. You were on the fence of telling them before telling Jimin.

``What do you mean?`` Taehyung asked, with his deep voice.

You took out a white plastic stick from your pocket, that you were supposed to show Jimin.

The boys’ jaws dropped at your action.

You were back at the hospital again, sweating bullets. You thought you would be better after seeing Jimin, but your heart just shattered into a million more smaller pieces after experiencing his awakening.

The nurse tending to Jimin exits his room, and gives you a small smile as you look up at her.

``He’s awake now, Mrs. Park.``

You return the smile and go inside, your hands warmly nestled in your pockets and your face buried in your scarf.

Jimin looks at you, this time trying to force a smile. You sit down and sit in awkward silence for a while.

``You never told me who you were, Y/N.``

``I did. I’m Y/N Park.``

``No, who you really are. You’re family, and your friends.``

A lump grew in your throat afraid to tell him the truth.

You eyes trail to his soft hand, free from the IV.

``Give me your left hand.`` You say softly.

Confused, he reaches his hand out to you and places it on yours.

Your eye lands on the simple silver band around his ring finger. You run your finger along the ring as a tear falls onto his hand. He looks at you and then back at the ring, slightly surprised.

``When…?`` He begins to question, but catches sight of the matching silver ring on your hand.

The hot tears pour out of your eyes, as your head falls onto the bed. You feel his small hands place on your back.

``Are we… married…?`` You look up at him, his saddened eyes looking down at you.

You nod.

``I’m your wife.``

``I’m… I’m so sorry Y/N… yesterday, after you visited, I tried so hard to remember you. When you first stepped in the room, I didn’t know why my heart jumped at the sight of you. I was so confused.``

``Jimin…`` You sit up slowly. His hands reach your face, and his thumbs wipe away the tears. You place your hands on top of his, missing the warmth of his hands on you.

``I have something to tell you.`` You pull his hands down, and look at him seriously.

``Yeah, of course.`` His full attention was on you.

``Before the accident… do you remember when we went to Paris? It was our one year anniversary.``

He was silent, so you assumed he didn’t, which tore at your heart a little. Seeing Paris with Jimin was beautiful.

``Y/N! Turn around, I’m going to take a picture of you!`` You happily skipped towards the Eiffel Tower, lit up by beautiful amber lights in the dark sky.

You turn on your red heels, grinning at Jimin from ear to ear.

His phone covers his face, taking a picture of you in front of the tower. Jimin’s smile replaces the phone which shielded his face, as he walks towards you, picks you up and spins you.

Your black dress twirls as you both erupt in giggles. He places you down, pulling you towards him and pressing his plump lips to yours.

You tangle your fingers in his chocolate brown hair and smile as you kiss.

``I love you Y/N.``

``I love you too Jimin.``

``Maybe we should go back to the hotel, hm?`` He winks suggestively. Your face blushes a deep pink, but you were grateful that the darkness concealed it.

``You’re so dirty!``

``But you love it.`` He squeezes your side, causing you to jump away from him.

``Yes, I do.``

``Y/N?``

You snapped out of your thoughts, realising that you were smiling like an idiot.

``Hm? Oh…`` The harsh reality of the accident. Jimin was involved in a car accident, while learning how to drive.

`If I’m going to be a father some day, I should learn to drive our kids around.`

Your heart felt a pang of hurt.

``I came here to tell you… that… I’m having a child… Your child…``

Jimin quickly sits up rigidly and his mouth widens.

``W-What…?``

You look away from him.

``I’m sorry… this is a lot to take in, in one day.``

``How…``

``Jimin… it’s fine. I can raise the baby by myself… I’m not forcing you to love me or the child.`` You say quietly, afraid that your voice might break once again

You stand up, ready to leave, but he grabs your wrist.

``No.``

You turn and face him, a shameful look on your face.

``I may not have collected my feelings for you yet Y/N… but we made this child together,  regardless if I am aware of it or not. I want to be part of their life.``

Your heart jumped at his words. He was too good to you, yet he couldn’t even remember who you were.

``I can’t… it’s so much to ask of you.``

``Y/N, listen. This child will not live without a mother, nor without a father. I will learn to love you again if you and this child depend on it.``

You walked back towards him, cupping his face in your small hands and pressed your forehead to his.

``Thank you.``

``Your nose.``

``Huh?``

``I remember… when you get annoyed, your nose scrunches up in the cutest way.``

A smile graces your lips, as those words leave his mouth.

``You really do remember me.``

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Pathetically in Love || JUNGKOOK X Y/N X TAEHYUNG ANGST

`

`Tell me she’s not just one of those girls that you think you can fuck around with and then leave at the end of the day, and then everything is okay?``

Jungkook kept his head hanging low, as Taehyung harshly spat at him.

``Tell me Jungkook. Speak!`` His hands shot out at Jungkook’s shoulders and shoved his backwards.

``She is.`` He mumbled.

``Speak louder you little shit.``

``I don’t love Y/N.``

Your back was against the wall, listening to each and every word they annunciated.

Your bottom lip was pathetically trembling and tears were spilling at the brims of your eyes. You knew this would happen.

You knew he was just like those other guys.

But yet you did nothing and let yourself fall for him anyways.

``Do you know how hard I try to get her back? To see that she’s madly in love with you and yet you treat her like a rag doll you can just toy with! Yet here I am, working my ass of to get her to get back with me instead!`` Taehyung’s deep voice resonated through out the room.

``Fuck off.``

``Oh, so now we’re dropping the honourifics now?``

``You don’t know anything about how I feel about her or what I wish I could do her.`` Jungkook lifts his head boldly. ``I’m fucking confused! You always try and intervene with everything I try to do with her! You’ve already had your turn Taehyung so give me a chance to prove to her I’m not who I used to be!``

``Oh, is that why I saw you basically making out with her best friend?`` Taehyung’s voice snapped.

You wanted to interrupt.

But you were afraid.

Images of Jungkook and Jaehee in his bedroom caused your heart to drop. Your fists clench in anger and jealousy. Mindlessly, your fist slams against the wall and causes silence in the room.

``Y/N. We know you’re there.`` Taehyung’s voice was soft, compared to how harsh it was when talking to Jungkook. Your heart was pounding against your chest at a hundred miles per second. You shuffle out from the the other side of the room and keep your head low, staring at the floor.

You look up slowly, but Jungkook doesn’t meet your gaze.

``Are you both really that immature that you can’t have a conversation which concerns me, with me in it?`` Your voice wavered, threatening to break.

``Did you hear everything?`` Taehyung asks.

``Glad to know you’ve realised.`` A bitter sarcasm coated your voice.

He walks up to you, and takes your clenched fists in his warm, big hands.

``You already know. I love you so much Y/N. It hurts to see you with someone who doesn’t even care.``

You remove your hands from his and place them on his forearms.

``Taehyung… I loved you. I don’t now.`` You let out a shaky breath. ``I’m still not in the position to forgive you, because what you did was close to unforgivable. Not only that, since we’ve been split apart, I’ve met other people and my feelings that I once had for you have been erased.``

You could feel his arms tense. Your heart was aching for him, but you had to be honest instead of leading him on.

``I… I understand.`` He stuttered. ``I’ll leave you two… you have a lot to discuss…``

He grabs his jacket from the couch and brushes past your shoulder, leaving you and Jungkook alone.

``Jungkook—``

``Let me speak first.`` His hand gripped your wrist. You stare at your hands as then back up at his face.

His soft brown eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips. For a second you forgot how to breathe.

``I waited for you for years, convinced that you would come back for next year’s youth camp, or the year after that, but nothing. As a young child, don’t you understand how much that would hurt?``

HIs voice was sharp and sorrowful, causing your chest to ache terribly. You hadn’t talked to Jungkook since seeing him with Jaehee and after her blackmailing incident.

``I’ll have you know that I’ve lost one of my best friends, yet you still feel obliged to make me feel sympathetic towards you? How was i supposed to know you had a crush on me?!``

At this point, he had backed you up against a wall, your small hand still cuffing his wrist.

``What happened between Jaehee and I is the past.``

``And still, you tell Taehyung that you have no feelings for me. I find your feelings hard to believe, seeing that you had a completely straight face when you told him.``

``Shut up and let me speak, dammit.`` His voice made your blood run cold.

``Every time I close my eyes all I see is you. When someone mentions your name, my chest hurts in missing you.` The amount of girls I’ve used to try and push you out of my thoughts is ridiculous.`` His face neared yours, as your breath hitched.

Your eyes landed on his rosy lips, feeling the urge to push him back, but also wanting to pull him closer and press your lips against his.

``I’m in love with you that it’s pathetic and I hate every moment that you’re not in my arms.``

Your heart sped up to paces you didn’t know you could experience.

``Jungkook.``

His dark eyes pierced yours, indicating that you had his attention.

``I told you not to speak.`` He said strictly, his body pressing up against yours.

``But—``

``I don’t need to know if you love me or not, I just want you to promise me that you’ll stay by my side, lover or friend.``

You drop his wrist, pulling his collar towards you and savouring the sugary taste of his lips.

One of his arms slides down to your waist and the other leaning against the wall.

His lips attack yours, but you feel your heart sink.

You push him away gently, tears filling your eyes.

``Jungkook… I can’t be with you…``

His gaze is blank, as he backs away from you.

``You didn’t have to give me a gesture of sympathy.`` His cold voice cuts the air.

``You don’t understand—``

``Here I thought I was the player, but you’ve got Taehyung and I wrapped around your finger.`` His eyes were still on you, threatening to spill tears. You already felt yours rolling down your flushed cheeks. He picks up his bag and walks past you, leaving you alone. You allowed your choked sobs to fill the emptiness of the room.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket, as you slip it out and glance at the screen.

Message at 8:42PM

JAEHEE

You’re dead to me.

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hi~ could i request how bts would react to their s/o being really affectionate and snuggly to them out of no where? thank u, love ur posts~

Hello anonie bud! Thank you for requesting and loving these posts~ xoxo

JUNGKOOK -

You weren’t usually very affectionate towards Jungkook in terms of acting so, but you had a rough day and just wanted to cuddle up to him. As soon as you walked into the house, you immediately spotted Kookie playing Overwatch in the lounge room. You hop over the couch to sit beside him.

“Hey babe!” Jungkook greeted you, happily, his eyes glued to the screen. 

Without saying a word, you nestled your head on his chest, hugging his waist and sitting the rest of your body on his lap. He dropped his controller in surprise, causing his avatar in game to die.

“B-Babe…! Uh…” Confused, he looked down at you, his arms raised above his head in shock.

“Hi…” You say, your voice muffled by burying your face into his white shirt.

“Are you okay?” A pink flush graced his cheeks as he dropped his hands on either side of him.

“I hate everyone at work.” You reply looking up at him and then nuzzling your cheek into his chest.

A small smile tugs at his lips, as he wraps his arms around you and hugs you closer to him.

“No wonder why you’re acting so weird.”

TAEHYUNG - 

You were laying in bed, staring at the ceiling, while Tae was beside you, playing a game on his phone. The both of you were about to go to sleep, but for some reason, your body rejected the thought of going to bed. You twisted and turned, until you came to face Taehyung as began staring at his golden honey skin. His face was blank with concentration as he tapped at his phone screen furiously.

“Tae.”

“Mmm?”

“Are you tired?”

“Not really.” He responded, putting down his phone on the bedside table and turning around to face you.

You suddenly cupped his face slightly roughly with your hands and pulled him towards you, showering his face with kisses. His chuckles began to fill the atmosphere as you did so.

“What was that for?” He giggled as you pushed yourself against the warmth of his body.

“I don’t know.” You admit, as you felt his hand brush through your hair softly.

``Yah, you’re so cute when you’re cuddly like this.`` He presses your cheeks together, squishing them between his large hands.

``I know, that’s why your dating me~`` 

JIMIN -

Jimin was writing in his little journal for the day, when you came home from shopping with your friends. For some reason, shopping just didn’t seem like today’s cup of tea and you felt really dull and gloomy. He was laying in bed, when you walked in and dove on his stomach, wrapping your arms around his toned chest. 

``Hi?`` He put his journal down and ran his fingers through your hair.

You only sighed in response and pressed your cheek against his heart, hearing his gentle heartbeat. 

``What’s wrong Chubbs?`` Jimin asked. You raised your head from his chest as he gave you a peck on your lips. You pout and cup his cheeks in his hands. 

``I don’t know. I feel really down today for no reason.`` You trace circles in his cheeks with your thumbs. He ‘aww’ed and placed a kiss on your forehead.

``What a cute baby. It’s okay, you won’t be sad anymore.`` He rolls over so that he’s straddling you and begins to tickle your sides. You burst into laughter immediately, trying to pry him off you.

``Jimin! S-Stop!``

``Not until you say, ‘Jimin, I promise to be happy everyday.’`` His hands slide up to your under arms as tears begin to form in your eyes from laughter.

``J-Jimin, I p-promise to be happy everyd-day!`` You manage to splutter before the tickle stops and you pull him down to cuddle him.

``I love you Y/N.``

``I love you too, dork.``

NAMJOON -

``Hey babe? I’m home.`` You heard Namjoon’s distant voice from the front door and get up to greet him. 

``Hi.`` You reply curtly. Just as he was about to lean down to plant a kiss on your cheek, you pull him down instead and pull him into a tight hug.

``Uh... Did I miss something?`` His husky voice questions in your ear.

``Nope.`` You snuggle your face in the crook of his neck. He was uncomfortably bending down for you, but he didn’t mind, although he was extremely confused.

``Okay. I get it.`` He chuckles and finally wraps his arms around you and picks you up, spinning you around gently. ``I missed you.`` He inhales your scent.

Your nose brushed against his cheek and you kiss him quickly and sweetly on his plump lips. ``I missed you too, baby. `` 

HOSEOK -

You were waiting for Hobi to return from his rehearsals but he texted you a few minutes before saying that he would come home later because he was teaching Jin the choreography. 

After some time, you grew impatient and drove to the BigHit Entertainment office and navigated your way to find Hoseok. You had been here a hundred times so you knew the floors and rooms from back to front. You push open the door to the dance studio and saw Hoseok perfecting some moves, Jin no where to be found.

You march up to Hobi and he turns to you, seeing you in the mirrow.

``Oh, sweetness, I was just--`` He smiles at you brightly with his heart-shaped grin, but you only pull him by the wrist towards you and cup his face, pressing a kiss to his revealed, slightly sweaty forehead. You pulled away from him and his mouth was slightly parted in awe.

``So, like... I can go home and tell Jin that I had an errand--``

``Yeah, that’s a good idea.`` You cut him off, as he follows you out of the studio.

YOONGI -

Yoongi was in his studio almost all day. You were working on some assignment you got from your work but you needed a break and you were sure that Yoongi needed one too.

You slowly opened the door to his studio and walked behind him while he was seated in his chair. He noticed your presence but said nothing as he was focused on composing a new song for their next comeback. You placed your chin on his shoulder and watched the screen quietly.

``You okay?`` He finally said.

``Mhm.`` You draped your hands over his shoulders and continued to watch.

``What’s wrong?``

``Nothing.`` You pressed your cheek against his.

``You’re acting so weird.`` The clicking of his mouse stopped and he turned his chair to face you, holding your small hands in his.

``Nothing, just stressed by work.``

``Ah. It’s just because you’re never so affectionate unless you want me to buy something for you.``

``That’s not true!``

SEOKJIN - 

Instagram was great, but after a while on it, you began to get bored. jin was cooking lunch for the two of you on his free day off because he wanted to spend the day at home with you while the boys when out for a day at the beach.

You got up lazily and walked into the kitchen, the smell of fried rice hitting your senses. You smile at your broad-shouldered partner who was busily whisking away at the stove and wrapped your arms around his torso. 

Being scared easily, he slightly jumps and almost drops his spatula.

``Yah Y/N! You startled me!`` He regains himself and continues cooking, sighing heavily.

``Sorry.`` You press your cheek against his back and stare outside the window.

``Something the matter?``

``No. I just want to hug you.`` You say simply.

``Cute.`` He chuckles, quickly turning to kiss the top of your head, before returning back to his cooking. ``Lunch is almost ready if you want to get the plates.``

``Just a few more minutes...``

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BTS Imagines || Horeumon Ttaemune - Hyung Line

NAMJOON - 

After a long day of work last night, you sleepily were in the kitchen, getting breakfast ready for Namjoon and yourself. You were flipping the pancakes with a spatula, but it got caught on the side of the pan. Stupidly half-asleep, you use your fingers to flip it over, as a consequence, burning your index finger tip. You let out a hiss from your lips.

You feel arms snake around your waist, while you continue on with your cooking.

``Morning gorgeous.`` Namjoon greeted in his raspy, morning voice.

``Morning handsome.`` You reply, keeping focused on the job at hand.

``Your finger’s red.`` He pointed out, lifting your idle hand, resting on the counter.

``Yeah... I burned it.``

Unaware of your injured hand, you felt a wet sensation sucking at your fingertip.

You quickly retract your finger back from the sensation and turn to face Namjoon. He had a sly smirk on his face.

``What?``

``What the hell was that for?`` Your back was facing towards the stove dangerously.

Namjoon reached his hand around the small of your back and turned off the stove knob, his eyes still holding your gaze. 

``How the hell does someone look so beautiful in the morning?`` He licks his top lip lightly, his hand resting agains your back. You didn’t believe him. You were in a baggy shirt with only your underwear and a messy bun. If that was beautiful, he might need to get his eyes checked. You put your hands on his chest ready to push him away, but he was one step ahead. Namjoon suddenly crashed his lips to yours, hungrily attacking your lips.

You let out a surprised gasp, as he picks you up by the thighs and sits you onto the opposite kitchen counter. Your hands could only find their way to his hair, tugging on in slightly, earning a groan from him.

``Fuck.`` He hissed through his teeth. He introduced a sneaky tongue, causing you to moan in response.

His hand dipped down and under your shirt to your bare thighs. You nibble on his lower lip as he does so, feeling him smile slightly.

``You really have a knack for surprising me in the morning.`` You mumble against his lips.

``Yeah, well I can’t help it if--`` Your doorbell rings, making the both of you jump back in surprise. Namjoon fixes his hair. ``Who’s that?``

You hop off the counter, pressing together your swollen lips.

``I, uh... might have invited Taehyung and Jimin over for breakfast.``

HOSEOK -

You joined the boys for a celebratory dinner for their attendance to the Billboard Music Awards. Hoseok was looking especially handsome, in a baby blue button up, his sleeves rolled to his elbows, and black dress pants with some fancy Gucci shoes that Taehyung bought him.

You were wearing a cute black skater dress with red heels to compliment it, sitting next to Hoseok comfortably. The table was round and you were between Hobi and Jungkook. You sat slightly more closer to Hoseok as he was your boyfriend obviously.

During the dinner, Hobi kept shifting uncomfortably in his seat, his eyes always averting from you when you looked his way.

``Hobi are you okay?`` You placed a hand on his. He nods and gives you a reassuring smile.

You continue to enjoy your meal, as did the other, making small conversation among yourselves.

Suddenly a hand is felt on your bare thigh. You sit up straight in your seat in response with it. Your eyes quickly glance down to see Hoseok’s hand as the culprit. You look at him with a weird expression. He doesn’t meet your eyes although -- he ate his food with his chopsticks in his other hand.

You shrugged it off, still devouring your steak, until his hand slid slightly higher up your thigh. You almost jump from your seat and your head snaps towards Hobi. You lightly raise your leg to hint him, but his hand stays put. You elbow him in his arm and he looks at you with an innocent face.

``Yah, Hobi.`` You hiss, while everyone was distracted talking to each other.

``Did I tell you, you look so sexy tonight, sweetness?`` He response with a sly smile.

Jungkook gags beside you.

``Save it for the bedroom you two.`` Jimin comments smugly. You glare at Jimin and unintentionally stab your food with your fork.

Hobi chuckles darkly beside you while you click your teeth in frustration. Your thighs rubbed together in an anxious manner. His hand slipped between your thighs and travelled up just the slightest bit higher, almost to your panties. You suppress a squeak.

``Y/N.`` You shudder at the table as Jin calls your name.

``Y-Yeah? Sorry.``

``I was saying, how are you going to get home tonight. I can take you and Hoseok with me to drop you home if you’d like.``

``U-Uh, that’s o-okay I w--.`` A faint but noticeable stroke was felt against your covered entrance. ``--AS GOING TO TAKE... a cab home...`` You put a hand over Hoseok’s forearm, squeezing it slightly.

A snicker is heard from Hobi’s end at your reply to Jin.

``Uh... okay?`` Jin raises his brow at you as Namjoon and Yoongi only laugh.

You flush pink in embarrassment. What was Hoseok doing?! He began to draw circles on the slightly dampened fabric. Did he honestly think this was gonna end well?

``So how’s your sister been Y/N?`` Taehyung questions. God, you did not need this right now.

``Shhh...hhhe’sss great! ThAnKs FoR ASkinG!`` You bite your lip. Jungkook gives you a weird look. You feel air brush against bare skin and you stand up suddenly, scaring everyone.

``I... need to go to the bathroom!`` Everyone exchanges odd looks except for Hoseok who can only smile innocently as you walk away.

YOONGI -

Yoongi was composing a song for you, but he wouldn’t give you a preview until it was done and you were dripping with curiosity to hear just a snippet, so while he was watching television in the lounge room, you snuck into his studio and closed the door quietly. You hurriedly clicked through his files, trying to figure out what he would call the song. Soft footsteps could be heard from outside of the hallway and you frantically begged the file to jump out at you. It was kinda a hard task considering that his desktop was messy and piled with so many files.

Silence in the hallway. Your shoulders somewhat relaxed as you clicked furiously. The door swung open, revealing a slightly unimpressed boyfriend.

``What are you doing?`` He states coldly. You spun to face him in his computer chair and tapped your nails nervously on the arm rests.

``Well... I was... just looking for... uh...``

``You were looking for the song, weren’t you?`` Weirdly, his lips curve upwards in a smirk. You furrow your brows in confusion.

``Yeah...``

He closes the door behind him, a click of the lock filling the silence of the room. Yoongi shoos you out of his chair as you stand up quickly from it and he sits down in it, looking through his computer. He clicks a file called ‘Instrum_Y/N.mp3.’ Duh. A soft, sensual tune begins to play from the speakers. Was this the song? It sounded... like something from Fifty Shades of Grey.

Yoongi turns to you, standing there like a statue. ``Come closer.`` He demands. You feel a lump in your throat form. You do as your told, taking a few steps closer to him. ``Bend down level to me.`` 

You comply again, lowering your self to his level, bending at the hip.

``You’re so sneaky~`` He says with a low, mocking tone. You couldn’t help but feel a tingling sensation in your stomach. This song was adding to the situation at hand.

He cups your face and slowly pulls you in, his soft, small petal-like lips melding with yours. He suckles at your bottom lip, making you shudder. Yoongi reaches for your waist, still holding the kiss, and brings you towards him and pats his knees for you to notice. You lift your legs up and rest both knees on either side of his waist, your bottom lingering over his area. You kept your hands on the back of his neck and one of his cheeks as he trailed his tongue sloppily across your bottom lip and down along your jawline.

``Yoongi...`` You say breathlessly. You weren’t even at that stage and this man had you panting as if your life depended on it.

``Yeah?``

``Can we... move somewhere more spacious...?`` You suggest. He detaches his tongue from your neck and pulls back.

``Of course.``

SEOKJIN -

You watch backstage as Jin rehearses hard for their performance tonight.The boys were glistening with sweat as they came off for a break.

``You guys did so well!`` You applaud them. They all exchange smiles with you as Jin stops in front of you. His bangs clung to his sweaty forehead in a very attractive manner. You had just arrived backstage so he wasn’t expecting you. He looked at you from head to toe.

``What are you wearing?`` He asks in a suspicious tone.

You were wearing a black slim fitting skirt which was down to above your knees and a wine red long sleeve top, stopping just above your belly button.

``Uh, clothes?`` You reply sarcastically.

He grunts in response. ``Princess, there are obviously lots of guys here and they’re going to look at you.``

``Is my baby being overprotective?`` You pinch his dampened cheeks. He sighs and grabs your hand, pulling you in to kiss your cheek. Jin pulls away, only to hold you in his gaze. Something seemed off about the look he gave you, it wasn’t loving, nor was it upset. His eyes were slightly dilated and narrowed.

``Jin are you--``

```Come with me.`` He grabs you by the wrist somewhat harshly, surprising you. He wasn never this intense with you before, rather sweet and caring. He opens the control room. The people in charge were also on break, as the room was dead empty. He pulls you inside and shuts the door behind him.

``Uhm. What’s going on...?`` A slightl nervousness could be heard in your voice. Were you in trouble?

``Y/N. You don’t just come to rehearsals dressed like this and expect a man not to fawn over you.`` He strides closer to you, causing you to step back. Your back reaches the controls panel, restricting you from escaping any further.

``Seokjin... I don’t think we should be doing this in here... or at all really...``

Jin places his arms on either side of your small frame and leans in, his hot, minty breath intoxicating your senses. Your eyes land on his plush lips and your mouth part open in a subtle way. His pressed his lips to yours gently. Your spine shivers at the softness of his lips as you awkwardly rest your hands on his broad chest. His legs close around yours, completely encasing you with his body. He modestly runs his tongue on your lower lip, begging to go further. You let him proceed as he deepens the kiss. He slowly allowed to to rest on the sound board, so you were somewhat laying down. His left hand slides between your thighs and your body shoot up the sound board in shock, feeling your shoulder hit a switch. Unaware of this, you pull his shirt down to you, so his chest was against yours and your arms snaked around his neck. His hand lightly caressed your thigh as you let you a small moan.

Meanwhile... backstage.

``Where could Jin-hyung and Y/N have gone off to?`` Hoseok asked, taking a swig of his water.

``Maybe they went to grab something to each quickly. You know how those two are.`` Jimin chuckles.

Suddenly the overhead speaker let out a crackle, indicating that they were turned on. A few staff members turns their heads to the speakers in confusion, as did Namjoon and Yoongi.

ALthough quiet, a feminine moan resonated from the speakers. Jungkook spar his drink out in surprise and Taehyung and Jimin looked at each other with wide eyes. The three eldest stood up as fast as lightning.

``Well... now we know they aren’t getting food.`` 

Sorry I’ve.been absent for a while, school exams and assignments got me like >.>

I feel so sinful omg Lord please wash my sins away

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GOT7 Imagines || Jinyoung FF - Bittersweet pt. 2

Y/N’S POV

It wasn’t enough. That guy… Jinyoung. I just needed what he had to pay… and then I could pay Daesuk… but it wasn’t enough. I let out an almost silent sigh as I collect my pay from the cash register. When I look up to see if he was still there, he had already left. I remove my apron and stuff it into my bag, then sign out of the cafe to take my leave.

It was already getting dark, and I was to meet his gang soon. I walk down a few blocks and see the convenience store with their light up sign, half of their letters dull and flickering.

I pull my hood over my head and clutch my fist of cash nervously. I watched as people walking in and out of the convenience store, from across the street. Eventually, it became late enough that a rare one or two people went into the store.

I see four hooded figures crossing the street, walking towards me. I tense up again and my grip around the money was so tight to the point where my knuckles were white and numb.

``You showed. Surprisingly.`` Daesuk stifles a chuckle.

``I mean, after that threat, no one would want to not show.`` The girl in his posse, Chaerin sneered arrogantly, sucking on a purple tinted lollipop.

The others muttered in agreement as Daesuk towers over me.

``So hand over the dough, short-stack.`` He growls, his huge hand outstretched to me. I hesitantly put the money in his hand and he counts the notes carefully. ``What the hell do you take me for?`` His voice was sharp.

I flinch at his tone and force myself to look up at him. ``There weren’t many customers today…``

``Do you think I care? That’s your damn problem if you don’t have customers. I asked for more than this you idiot.`` He pushes me harshly, causing my to lose my balance and fall onto the sidewalk of snow.

He snaps his fingers as if some magician. His three sidekicks become attentive at his command like mindless pawns and start towards me. I crawl back a few centimetres as if it was possible to escape them, but one of the boys grabs me by the arm and pulls me up, ripping my thick jacket off my body, leaving me with only a turtleneck long sleeve underneath. He throws a fist into my stomach. An indescribable pain arises as my stomach clenches and my breathing hitches from the impact. My abdomen throbbed in pain, as he kept me suspended by the arm. Chaerin was a brown belt in taekwondo, which I’m sure is all Daesuk has her for. She pops her lollipop out of her mouth and lands a kick to my side, faster than I could have ever imagined. At an instant, my right rib felt like it had combusted into flames, as the first guy dropped me into the snow. The cold temperature of the snow clashing with the agonising flame of my ribs made me roll over in pain. Daesuk strolled over to me, as my blurry vision looked up at him hopelessly. He gave a pathetic kick to my shin as if pitying me.

He snorts at me and spits in the snow, where I can see him.

``That’ll teach you, rat.`` He and his team walks away into the darkness as I lay there motionlessly. The overall pain coursed through my body and I clutch the snow in my hands for some sort of comfort. All the streetlights provided with some sort of light but it was mostly dark. My eyes threatened to close at any moment as my chest rose sharply, as I struggled to catch my breath. I stare at the street lamps for a moment, before rolling over and pushing myself up shakily. I sit on my knees with my head drooped on my chest, my body bent to compress the pain of my rib and stomach. I wrap my arms around myself before standing up in a wobbly fashion. Regaining my thoughts, I locate which direct my house is in, and trudge towards it in the snow.

Flames at my right.

Aching at my centre.

My bruised cheek stinging from contact with the snow.

Frostbite beginning to form at my nose.

Pitiful shivers as I walk slower and slower towards my house.

``Y/N…?`` A silhouette stands in the light of their house. My eyes, half closed, can’t make out who it is. My head was throbbing in pain from the impact of hitting it as I fell, so i couldn’t comprehend the voice either.

They hop down from their porch and onto the snowy sidewalk. My strained vision tries to focus on his face. It was Park Jinyoung.

He looks at me worriedly, bitting his fingernails, looking at me, as I continued to edge on to get home.

Must.

Get.

Home.

Fuck it hurts.

I stumble clumsily, but he stabilises me by grabbing me by the shoulders.

My head softly hits his chest as my eyes begin to grow heavy.

Not now.

I need to stay awake.

I must…

Darkness.

…

As if coming from a dream, my eyes flutter open and flicker around to check my surroundings. I was in a house…? It was definitely not mine. My mind had lost all memory of what had happened and how i ended up here. I try to sit up, but my body refuses and a sharp pain warns me of so. I hiss and force myself to completely sit up in bed. There was a tray of medicine, bandages and another tray by me, of tea and other assortments. I was settled in mattress, floor level which made the room seem taller than it actually was. I lift my shirt to where my body was killing me and saw a large purple, blue bruise on my ribs, along with a patch of cotton on my torso.

Who…?

I groggily get up, trying my best to ignore the pain that resided in my torso.

Daesuk…

Money…

Home…

Jinyoung…

Jinyoung?

Jinyoung!

My mind finally recalled everything. I must be in Jinyoung’s house. Strangely, we had never made any contact besides catching glances in english, so it was strange that he was willing to offer his aid. I glance at the clock above the door.

11:07pm.

I wonder if he’s still awake. As far as I know, I don’t believe he lives with his parents. I walk around the lounge room aimlessly, until a cold draft hits the back of my neck. I slowly turn, holding my side to see a screen door slightly open. I walk hesitantly over to see a figure hunched over, sitting on a porch. Guessing it was Jinyoung, from his jet black hair, I stand behind him, making my presence noticeable. He turns around and looks up at me standing over him.

``Oh, you’re finally awake.`` He beckons me to sit down with him. I attempt to, as the ache returns from crouching over. I pull my sleeves over my hands to protect them from the cold, but it barely seems to be doing anything. We both sit in silence, looking into the dim streets.

``Ah, my bad…`` He takes off his jacket and places it over my shoulders carefully. I wanted to protest, but my throat felt so dry and hoarse that even a single word would feel like a scorching pain in my throat. My mouth shut as quickly as it open before I could say anything.

``I was going to take you to the hospital, but if I didn’t fix you then, you would have probably been in a coma.`` As I also recalled, Jinyoung took a class in biology and hospitality, which is why my patch looked so professionally done.

I nod in compliance, regretting not drinking that tea beforehand.

``Uh, do you need some tea?`` He gets up quickly. I shrug. ``I’ll get you some.`` He walks into his house and a few moments later returns with a steaming cup of tea.

The cup felt warm in my hands as I took a ginger sip of it. The tea coats my throat and mouth, spreading relief throughout. I relax a bit and clear my throat.

``Uh, thanks…`` I say finally, placing the cup between my thighs.

``It’s okay… you looked like you were in really bad shape… what exactly happened?``

My head dropped a bit. My head hurt too much to recount to him what happened. My vision blurred a bit and he looked at me and waved a hand in my face.

``Are you okay…?``

``Ah, it’s really nothing… I just bumped into a few things when I was walking home…``

``You’re a terrible liar for someone I just met.`` He replies, taking his cup of tea and drinking a long sip from it.

``It’s none of your business anyway.`` I snap suddenly, almost surprising me too.

Another awkward silence.

``Seems like you push away any help you get.``

``Yeah, if I had any help.`` I chortle sarcastically.

He almost retaliates but shuts his mouth.

``Look, I just want to know who’s doing this.`` Jinyoung lets out a sigh.

I look at him with droopy eyes.

``Daesuk… and his group of idiots…`` I rest my head on my hand, staring at my feet, barely visible in the dark.

``I know Daesuk is a jerk… but are you really going to let him push you around forever?``

``You may think he’s just a jerk, but you don’t know him like I do.`` I stand up slowly, feeling an ache strike again at my torso. ``This was a mistake. You shouldn’t have helped me. All you’re going to do is get yourself involved.``

I turn on my heel to walk out, but he puts a hand on my shoulder.

``You’re not in any condition to leave at this point. And it’s a bit late to go home anyways. We’ll go to school in the morning and never talk again, if that makes you sleep easier.``

I fling his hand off and turn to face him.

``Fine, but only because you’re being reasonable, not desperate.`` I open the screen door as he follows. I make my way back to my temporary room.

``Goodnight Y/N.`` Jinyoung calls quietly.

``…Goodnight.`` I step into my room and before getting in bed, realise that I still have his jacket. Sighing, I slip it off my shoulders and place it on the wooden chair in the corner of the room.

I take care to tuck myself into bed, before pulling my blanket over myself and switching the rickety lamp.

Staring into darkness, my body notes ever little pain that it can feel, making me shift uncomfortably. Eventually, in exhaustion, my body falls asleep.

PART 1 | 

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GOT7 Imagines || Jinyoung FF - Bittersweet pt. 1

As well as being BTS trash I am also slightly becoming GOT7 trash and my biases are between Mark and Jinyoung right now, I’m not sure, but I made a trailer-esque FMV for Jinyoung which I will post soon and this story is based off it

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JINYOUNG’S POV

``Jinyoung! Where are you going?`` I turn back, to see one of my classmates calling after me.

``To the campus yard.`` It was my free period, so I decided to take a break.

``Aren’t you going to finish your assignment? It’s due very soon.`` He replied.

``I’ll do it at home.`` I tell him, before continuing to walk to the front of my university. After passing a few corridors, a figure outside catches my eyes. I stop in my tracks. The glass was frosted over, so they were barely visible through it. I gingerly wipe away the frost with my gloved hand to reveal a female student standing outside. She was bundled up in a huge jacket and a black scarf. I look closely to see that it was one of my classmates from my english class. Y/N was her name, I believe. She was very conservative and quiet in class, but I could see that she often got picked on by a few of the other students.

I tended not to get involved with it, but I did feel sorry for her. She was standing outside, staring at the wall opposite her, her breath emitting a smoke of air as she exhaled.

Y/N suddenly turned to face the window I was watching her through, but I quickly turned back to the direction I was heading and sped off along the hallway.

Y/N’S POV

I waited for them in the harsh cold outside, in a little area behind the building. I rubbed my hands together, in attempt to warm them up, but without gloves, my hand remained cold and numb. The cold wind was hitting the right side of my face, stinging my bruised cheek. How much longer would they make me wait?

I let out an exasperated sigh.

Feeling nauseous from standing in the cold for a while, I consider going back in, but the thoughts of what the consequences would be if they didn’t find me were terrifying to think about. I feel an odd feeling, as if someone was staring at me. My eyes wander to the window of the school. A patch of the glass was free of the icy frost but no one seemed to be standing there.

``There you are, fry.`` A deep voice resonates into my ears. Four tall figures crowd my small figure, as I huddle up against the brick wall in attempt to stay as far away from them as possible. The owner of the voice, Kim Daesuk, two of his male friends and one of his female friends glare down at me harshly, as I lower my head slightly frightened. Daesuk presses up against me threateningly. His right hand was dangerously close to my face.

``You better have our money.`` Your money? You mean the money that you countlessly take from me everyday in attempt to gamble it away at my expense… ``We don’t want a repeat of what happened last time, now do we?``

His left hand is brought up to my face and his thumb traces over my still raw bruise. I retract my face into my hood, but he grabs me roughly by the chin and his eyes burn into mine.

``So do you have it, or not?!`` He raises his voice slightly. The others stood around him protectively as their gazes demand response from me too. I shakily stick my hand into my pocket and pull out a wad of notes. He snatches them from my palm, forcing me back into the wall. My back collides with the rough bricks, causing me to rebound and stumble.

``So you decided to listen after all.`` He pinches my cheek, dead centre on the bruise and shakes my head, chuckling darkly. ``Meet us near the convenience store out near the school and bring us more. This isn’t enough, dammit.``

``But, I’ve brought how much you asked for. Can’t it wait… ’til tomorrow?`` Fully aware that making such a request to Daesuk was risky, but that was all I had earned from my job yesterday.

``Did you just talk back, bitch?`` He snaps at me, pushing me back into the wall with much more force, causing my hood to drop. A wave of pain is sent up my spine as I bend over in pain. He grabs me by the hair and brings my face to meet with his. ``If you don’t show up with any money tonight, I will personally make sure you won’t be able make eye contact with me again.`` He drops me, as my head hangs low in exhaust. The soft crunch of the snow indicates that they had left. I let myself hit the snow and curl up in a ball.

JINYOUNG’S POV

After all my classes had finished for the day, I felt really hungry, so I went over to the joint cafe-restaurant nearby to grab a bite to eat.

I walk in, grateful for the relief of warmth from the cold outside and slip into a booth farther in the restaurant. Opening the menu, I pick out what I felt like eating, and absent-mindedly raise my hand to order.

A few moments pass by and I see a figure by my table, ready to take my order. I look up and am startled to see Y/N wearing an apron, holding a notepad and pen. She looks quite shocked as well, obviously as we know each other from english class. We stare at each other in surprise for a moment, before I clear my throat and we both look away embarrassedly.

``Um… I’ll take a coffee with two sugars and Gyeongju (red-bean) bread…`` I tell her awkwardly. I noticed she had a dark spot on her left cheek, which looked like a bruise.

How did that happen? Does she get picked on that badly…?

She nods quickly and scurries off to collect my order. I watch her frantically take orders around the place. She finally returns with my order and places it carefully but shakily on my table.

``Thank you…`` I nod my head to her slightly. She nods in reply again and walks back to the booth.

My coffee was a mixture of bitter and sweet, and it cured my chills immediately. The red-bean bread complimented the bitter taste perfectly as I ate everything to the last drop.

I pull my wallet out of my pocket and walk to the booth to pay. Y/N was the only one working as a waitress at the cafe, so I assumed I was to pay her.

I took out a paper note, realising that I was just a few won off from what I had to pay.

``Damn… I’m a few short…`` I look into my wallet to find any other coins that I could pay with. She takes the note from my hand. I look up and she had her lips pressed together.

``Don’t worry… it’s fine.`` She tells me, still looking at the cash register and slipping the bill neatly into the tray.

``Oh. Thank you so much. I’ll repay you another day, I promise.`` I give her a warm smile. Y/N returns with a half-hearted smile as she collects a portion of the bills from the register tray.

Without question, I leave the cafe with a satisfied belly.

To be continued...

PART 2 |

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BTS Imagines || Horeumon Ttaemune (Maknae Line)

I know this is a smut-free area but I’m kinda in that mood rn and this is only semi-smut so don’t sue me~ 

JUNGKOOK -

You were at BTS’ dorm, sitting across from Jungkook on the lounge, sandwiched between Jimin and Hoseok. You three were in an intense round of Twister while the others cheered and poked fun at you.

Jungkook seemed to be eyeing you in particular, staring at you intensely as you try and make room for yourself between Jimin’s left leg and Hobi’s chest. You finally collapsed under the weight of their body parts and collided with the ground, as everyone including you burst into laughter.

You crawl out from under them and sit in front of the Twister mat, watching them compete. You feel a sudden hot breath run down your neck, causing chills to run down your spine. You tense up and hear a low voice in your ear.

``I don’t like you being between two guys, babe, especially not my two of my best friends.``

Jeon Jungkook.

You feel his breath still heavy on your neck as he traces delicate circles on your back. Jungkook slyly guides you to the couch where he was originally sitting. He teasingly places a hand on your inner thigh and begins to caress softly. His warm hand pressed against your bare skin, since you were wearing pyjama shorts.

You stare down at his hand wide-eyed and look back up at the other boys who seemed to be immersed in the action of Twister. You fight down the urge to make a sound, as Jungkook’s grip on your thigh becomes firmer.

``Are you feeling okay, Kook?`` You ask him, in a stuttering mutter, your legs squeezing together in discomfort. His eyes were clouded with an unfamiliar expression that you’ve never seen on his face before.

``You look so good in shorts and an oversized shirt, baby...`` His thumb traced circles on your inner thigh, carefully eyeing the others too. ``Although those clothes would look better on my bedroom floor...`` 

``Jungkook...``

``I’m not going to be okay until I have you all to myself tonight.`` He purrs.

You shudder under his presence before slightly nodding your head and groaning in response.

``Fine by me.``

TAEHYUNG - 

At first you thought he was being cute.

You and Taehyung were cuddling on the couch, on one of your home movie dates. He requested to watch Power Rangers, but both of began to get bored of it. 

``Agh...`` Taehyung began to shuffle around awkwardly. You pulled your cardigan over your cropped top and stomach. You caught Tae glance quickly at your torso before you covered it up.

``You okay, love?`` You ask him, placing a comforting hand over his leg. He bores into your eyes intently, his tongue licking over his lips. 

``Yeah... I’m good.`` He pulls you close to him and snuggles his face into the nape of your neck. You giggled at his adorable gesture.

At first you thought he was being cute.

You slowly began to feel a damp and tingling sensation on your neck and a slightly loud sucking sound from where Taehyung had nestled.

``T-Tae...?!`` You were frozen in place and your body wouldn’t let you move and inch.

His deep voice moaned softly in response to you stuttering his name.

``W-What...`` Your eyes instinctively want to flutter close as you sink into the couch, letting Taehyung be. His lips softly brushed on different areas of your neck and under your jawline, as you breath heavily, gripping his leg and the blanket beside your hands.

``I’m going to treat my sweetie pie tonight, is that okay...?`` His deep, raspy voice resonated in your ear.

You could do nothing but nod in obedience.

JIMIN -

Jimin gave you a sweet glance from across your dining table. You and him decided to go on a date for your anniversary at your favourite restaurant. 

After roughly ten more minutes, you finish up your food. Before you could leave the restaurant and walk to the car, Jimin walks in front of you and stops you.

``Wait. I want to show you something.`` He leads you by the hand, up a set of stairs on the side of the restaurant.

``Where are we going?``

``Just wait.`` He covers your eyes as you overcome the last few steps. ``Ready?``

You chuckle and nod. ``Yep.``

He removes his small hand from your eyes and reveals a sight of Busan in the sunset from above.

``Holy crap, Jimin, this is so pretty!`` You exclaim happily. He laughs his adorable angelic laugh and leads you to sit on the edge of the building. ``A-Are you sure?``

``I’ve done this heaps of times yeobo, don’t worry.`` He gives you a reassuring smile and helps you sit beside him.

He looks at you while you stare out into the sunset.

``Y/N.`` 

``Yeah?`` You turn your head to look at him. He gives you a half smile, half smirk and cups your face, leaning in to pull you into a kiss.

You smile into the kiss and shuffle closer to him. Soon enough, Jimin began to get a bit adventurous and you felt the tip of his tongue slide across your bottom lip.

You smirk and refuse, but before you could continue, he sneakily squeezes your thigh, causing you to gasp in surprise. He leads you into a more passionate and sloppier kiss as you pull at his shirt to reel him closer to you.

``Yah!`` You both quickly jump apart at the deep, loud voice. Jimin’s already full lips were pinkish and swollen. You both looked down to see an old man with a scowl on his face. ``You two kids! No one needs to see your PDA from above!``

You and Jimin both laugh and rush down the stairs before getting into more trouble.

``We can always take it back to the dorms~``

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hi writer-unnie! its that anon again~ i wanna request another! can I request the part 2 of the toxic relationship? i really liked it and im on my way of helping my friend out~

Ahhh! Hello again lovely anonnie! Still don’t know if I’m older ahaha~ I was getting around to doing that, but since you requested, I can just answer you instead! Love you too and your such a good friend! xoxo Might do a pt 3, pt 2 is gonna be about the boys wellbeing after the argument

JUNGKOOK - 

Jungkook, as stubborn as he is, wouldn’t leave his room. His hyungs tried everything to console him, but all they received in return was silence.

“Jungkook, open up. This is has gone for far too long.” Jin pounded on his dorm room door.

But it was true. Jungkook was cooped up inside his room for the longest time ever. He hadn’t eaten anything in days. He had the hardest time going to sleep because of the nightmares of harming you again occurring to him. Because of him stressing, he’d be breaking out a lot more, causing the stylists to freak out. But he couldn’t care less. He only wanted to make things up with you.

But how could he? He was the one to hit you.

“Jungkook, don’t make us come in there you rascal.” Jimin called from the other side of the door.

“Dammit, we’re gonna bust this door open.” Namjoon said, grabbing Jin by the arm and stepping a few metres away from the door. “You guys should move aside.” Jin and Namjoon were the two strongest members next to Jungkook, so Namjoon took it upon himself and Jin to ram his door down. 

“One… two…” Jin and Namjoon charged towards the door with their full strength. The door opened crookedly. 

“Again.” Jin instructed, as they charged towards the door once again. The door fell down, as Jin and Namjoon halted to a stop inside the room.

“Jeon Jungkook enough is–” Jin gasped in shock and Namjoon stopped and stared.

There Jungkook was, as expected. But not as they expected him to be. The other four rushed in, checking on their maknae in worry.

“Jungkook!” Taehyung rushed to the youngest’s side. Jungkook lay there unconscious, most likely due to lack of food, water and sleep.

“What the hell…” Yoongi’s face turned paler than he was, if possible.

Taehyung lifted Jungkook onto his lap, cradling his upper body like a child. They all knew their maknae was the strongest, but no way, no how without eating and resting.

“Is he… alive…?” Jimin’s voice was shaky. Namjoon slowly bent down beside Taehyung.

“D-Don’t touch him!” Tae turned his shoulder to shield Namjoon away.

“Tae… please… we need to know…” Jin calmed his younger member and ushered Namjoon towards them.

Namjoon placed his fingers under Jungkook’s neck. “He’s still alive. Just passed out.”

“Can we get him to the hospital?” Yoongi folded his arms.

Namjoon stood up and nodded. 

“But someone needs to call Y/N.”

TAEHYUNG -

“Everyone, dinner’s ready.” Jin called, as everyone excitedly walked into the dining room. All except one. Taehyung.

Ever since he made the mistake of abusing you, he wasn’t himself. He’d become blank and cold to everyone who tried to come in contact with him and was never the bubbly, weird Taehyung they usually knew.

Taehyung grabbed his plate of food and walked out of the dining room into the lounge without saying a word. The six others’ gazes followed him. They looked at each other in concern.

“I’ll go talk to him.” Taehyung’s fellow ‘95 liner said, getting up and leaving the table. Jimin ran a hand through his hair and saw his friend’s back, staring at the black screen of the TV. His plate was on the coffee table, untouched.

“Taehyung-ah.” Jimin leapt over the couch back and sat beside him.

Taehyung turned his head slowly to look at him, and then back at the TV. “Hello.”

“Hey, I was wondering, there’s this girl I want you to meet. I hit her–”

“Hit?” Taehyung’s voice suddenly spoke, sharp and cold like the blade of a knife.

“No… I mean… I hit her up… like… I talked to her.” Jimin corrected his choice of words.

“Hit.” Taehyung repeated his word, but in a monotone way.

“Taehyung… have you tried to call her?”

Taehyung stood up, scaring Jimin all of a sudden.

“Do you know how many times I’ve tried?! I’ve texted her. I’ve called her. I’ve sent voicemails. I’ve been sending her damned letters Jimin!” Tae sank back into the sofa, tears suddenly cascading down his eyes. “It h-hurts Jimin…”

Jimin’s heart stung for his friend, as he brought him into a brotherly hug.

“Y-You know how many times I’ve felt like my life was over…?” He muttered, his voice slightly cracking.

“I know Tae… it hurts… it sucks…” Jimin rubbed Taehyung’s back and stroked his head softly. “But we’ll get her back… I promise. You have to prove how much her worth is to you.”

JIMIN -

Monster.

That word resonated into Jimin’s mind, echoing over and over again.

He had no reason to be upset about it though, because he did something even worse.

He was laying on his bed, facing the wall, away from Hoseok.

“Jimin?” Hobi called, but he ignored it. He seemed to close of any connections he had with the boys or anyone for that matter.

Jimin was noticably skinny, his puffy cheeks reduced to hollows.

A dark black void sucked him into a nightmare.

“Y/N…?” He saw you sitting on a park swing. He approached your cautiously.

As if you felt his presence, you turned around and let out a mighty scream at his face. Jimin cowered at your shrill shriek.

“M-Monster!” You ran away from him, disappearing into sunset coloured dust.

“Y/N!” Jimin cried out, his knees buckling, causing him to fall to the ground. “Y/N!”

He sat up from his sudden nightmare, a layer of sweat and tears coating his body and his pillow. 

“Jimin!” Hoseok was by his bed, his hands on his shoulder. He must have shaken him awake. Jimin burst into tears, curling up into a ball. Hoseok stared at him shocked, but nonetheless, took his brother into his arms lovingly.

“It’s okay… We… We really need to call Y/N…”

NAMJOON -

Now, we all know that Namjoon wasn’t called the ‘God of Destruction’ for nothing.

But after you stormed out on him, he seemed to be more destruction prone, and less apologetic about it.

“Hey, Namjoon-hyung, have you see my–” Jimin wakjed into Namjoon and Taehyung’s room, only to see Namjoon’s side of the room scattered with half broken belongings. Jimin caught sight of his favourite sunglasses, one of the arms detached from the rest.

“Yah! My glasses!” Jimin quickly recovered his sunglasses and caught sight of Namjoon with his head on his computer desk. “Hyung?”

He approached Namjoon and stood by his side.

“Hyung are you–” Namjoon lifted his head up and swung his hand mindlessly at Jimin. Jimin flinched, squeezing his eyes shut, anticipating the impact. 

Nothing.

Jimin opened his eyes and looked at Namjoon. His hand was barely centimetres away from his face. His hyung suddenly pulled his dongsaeng in, silently crying into his chest.

“I need Y/N, Jimin… I don’t know what to do…”

HOSEOK -

Hobi woke up the next day, only to find himself alone on the couch. You must have left when he fell asleep. He quickly sat up on the couch, causing him to fall off and hit the floor.

“Hyung?!” Taehyung ran into the dorm’s lounge room suddenly. When the other six boys came home, they had caught sight of you and Hoseok sleeping on the couch. As they began to poke fun and move closer to you, they realised that you both had been crying. In confusion and worry, they talked about it in Jungkook’s room however they couldn’t quite put their finger on it.

“Taehyungie, where’s Y/N…?” He said with a shaky voice, standing up slowly to face his donsaeng.

“I… I don’t know hyung… wasn’t she with you before?”

Hobi looked around the room frantically. “She– she must have left…” He sat down on the couch and sank down in it miserably. 

“What happened last night hyung? Were you guys crying…?” Taehyung sat down next to him in concern.

“I…” Hobi tried to console in his friend, but he couldn’t find the heart to tell him. “I… we…”

Taehyung placed a hand on Hoseok’s thigh in reassurance.

“Tae… I hit… hit… Y/N…” His voice wavered unstably. Taehyung could see his tear ducts becoming flooded.

“Hyung…” The younger one was taken aback by his sudden confession. Hobi’s tears began to drag down his face as he pulled Tae close to him, seeking safety. “What you did… was bad… maybe worse than bad…”

“I-I know…”

“But I’ll get her to forgive you somehow. We all will.”

YOONGI -

``Yoongi-ah. Your food.`` Jin held a plate of food one hand, knocking on Yoongi’s studio door with the other.

``Just leave it outside.`` He heard Yoongi voice grumble in irritation.

``Last time I left it outside, you hadn’t touched one bit.`` This had gone on for a week after your argument. Yoongi was cooped up in his studio, trying to write music. When Namjoon peeped inside, there was a huge trash can full of crumpled notebook pages.

``Look, can you just leave it outside and leave me alone...?`` The second oldest’s voice raised disrespectfully at Seokjin.

``Listen here, I don’t know what’s your problem, but you better stop taking it out on me or any of the other guys...!`` Jin raised his voice in reply.

``So what? If you’d all stop asking me what’s wrong and ‘eff off, you wouldn’t be butt hurt!``

``Don’t make me come in there Min Yoongi! You think you’re witty but you probably won’t throw a punch if your life depended on it!``

Jin heard footsteps within the studio and the door suddenly swung open. A heavy eye-bagged Yoongi glared at Jin.

``Say it again hyung. I dare you.`` Yoongi taunted, wanting to take out his anger on his older friend.

``You think you’re witty, but you’re just scared because you messed up with Y/N.`` Jin said slowly and clearly.

Yoongi slapped the plate of food out of JIn’s hand and threw a jab at his stomach. Jin yelped and stumbled back, surprised at his action. In retaliation, he took Yoongi by the shoulder’s and slammed him into the wall.

Alarmed, the rest of the boys rush into the corridor.

``What the hell?!`` Namjoon rips Jin away from Yoongi hurriedly as Hoseok and Jimin hold Jin back.

``What are you doing Jin-hyung?!`` Hobi shrieked in disbelief.

``Why don’t you ask smart ass?`` 

Yoongi stared at the others blankly, as Namjoon put a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder. Suddenly, Yoongi turned around and thrusted a fist at the wall.

``I need to fix things with Y/N.``

JIN - 

``Hyung... I know this isn’t the best time, but could you please drop me to school?`` Jungkook stands at Jin’s door. The eldest hyung was at his computer desk, staring at his phone. He was scrolling through photos of him and you, trying to prevent his tears. 

When Jungkook suddenly appeared, he quickly switched off his phone and blinked his tears away.

``Yeah sure, let me get my jacket.`` Jin slowly stood up and grabbed his jacket from his bed before leaving to the car with the maknae.

The car ride was silent, the soft patter of rain was the only audio offer to the boys.

``Hyung.``

``Mmm.``

``What happened with you and Y/N...?`` Jungkook knew he shouldn’t ask, but he felt like he needed to help his hyung. Everyone as well as Jungkook was worried for Seokjin.

Jin sharply turned at the u-turn, surprising Jungkook.

``We’re... sorting out some things, don’t ask, okay?``

``But hyung, if there’s something wrong, you should tell us.`` The youngest pushed his lucky slightly.

``Look, everyone makes mistakes and I happened to make a really stupid one.`` Jin’s voice grew slightly annoyed.

``What did you do?``

Seokjin’s foot pushed harder on the acceleration pedal, causing them to speed up. Jungkook showed slight signs of fright and nervousness but he wanted to help his hyung first.

``Please don’t ask--``

``But hyung--``

Remembering the crack of his hand against your cheek caused Jin to sharply veer off the road. On instinct, Jungkook quickly opened the door and tumbled out of the car onto the side walk, gathering a few scraped on his arms and legs.

``Jin-hyung!`` Jungkook shakily stood up. People gaped at him, trying to help him up, but he pushed through. He suddenly heard the screech of tires and a loud shatter and crash. The maknae ran as fast as his legs could take him, towards the sound source. A small, but still fairly large tongue of flames enveloped the engine of Jin’s pickup truck, and splinters of glass and metal were scattered at the scene. 

``Seokjin-hyung!`` Jungkook spotted his older friend unconscious, still strapped inside the driver’s seat. Jungkook pried the door open with all his might and pulled him out.

``Hyung!`` Jungkook laid Jin on his lap. There was blood trickling down from his crown and he was bleeding out from all sorts of areas on his body.

Jungkook’s eyes filled with tears, as he cried out for help. Not long after, he heard the loud sirens of the ambulance

``It will be okay hyung... the ambulance are coming... they’ll fix you...`` Jungkook cradled Seokjin in his arms reassuringly.

``Everything will be okay...``

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annyeonggg i was wondering if you could write a scenario of the boys reacting to you when your jealous about them spending time with a girl groupp??? (maybe for a collab or sumthing) love your bloggg

Annyeong lovely anon! I most certainly can write this! Duh I mean this is up rn Hope you enjoy! xoxo

JUNGKOOK -

“Yah, noona, why are you jealous? Is it because I’m not spending time with you?” Jungkook placed his hands on your shoulders, giving you a pout face. 

You avoided eye contact and shrugged.

“Mmm… ah! It’s because we’re collaborating with IU-noona isn’t it?” He hit the nail right on the head. Jungkook mentioned before you started dating that his ideal type was IU and you couldn’t help but feel a bit hurt that he didn’t tell you sooner that BTS was collaborating with her.

You look up at him. “Maybe…”

He chuckles and pulls you into his chest, ruffling your hair.

“Why are you jealous? Sure, IU-noona is pretty and talented, but I think you’re 100% times better.”

You press your cheek to his chest and sigh.

“I trust you Kookie. I know your the maknae, but don’t be stupid, okay?” You tell him firmly.

He releases you and furrows his eyebrows in thought.

“Tyah… so cute… No promises~”

TAEHYUNG - 

“Tae, do you have to collab? I mean, it’s so random that Bang PD-nim wants you to magically come up with a single with Black Pink. Wouldn’t it be better to do it with a boy group instead?”

“Don’t worry jagi, it’s only for a collaboration and we owe it to the ARMY and they owe it to their BLINK fans.” Taehyung reassures you, as you talk at the dinner table together. Taehyung got the news today and decided to let you know so that you wouldn’t be suspicious. He knew how jealous you could get.

“Yeah… but–”

“Y/N. I will never do anything to hurt you and Black Pink are a group that we happen to be acquainted with. You have no reason to worry, I promise you.” He reaches across the table and places his big hand over yours. You look up at him as he gives you his reassuring box grin.

You sigh audibly and put down your fork, putting your other hand over his.

“I believe you Taehyung.”

“That’s why you’re the best. I love you~” He makes a heart shape with his fingers.

You remove your hand from his and do the same. “I love you too.”

JIMIN - 

“Really? Didn’t you already have to dance with Seulgi on a special stage?“ 

``Yeah, but the MAMAs production team is asking if we could do another. It will be with some other Red Velvet Members and other girl groups.”

“Other girl groups? Are you serious Park Jimin?” You grew irritated of his laid back attitude. But in reality Jimin was scared out of his skin. 

“Y-Yeah, but it’s not like anything will happen Y/N. You know I love you right?” He gives you a nervous smile and makes a big heart with his arms.

You stare at him with an expression that was unreadable to him.

“Uh… jagi…?” His nervousness took over once again.

“You’re lucky you’re cute…” You mumbled.

NAMJOON -

“Babe, it’s not a big deal. It’s only for work and nothing more.” His voice came off awfully calm for someone who was getting nagged at by their jealous girlfriend. But Namjoon knew how to handle your jealousy.

“The fact that you didn’t tell me and that you were informed about it a week ago makes me think that you don’t trust me.”

You plopped down on the couch, arms crossed, giving Namjoon the dead-eye. He sighs and walks up to you, bending over and putting his hands on both your cheeks.

“Y/N. I can assure you 99.9% that nothing will happen during our collab with IOI.”

You kiss your teeth in agitation.

“What about the 0.01%?” You raise your brow.

“If I get a kiss it will be 100%.” He grins.

HOSEOK -

“Yaaah~ yeobooo~ Don’t be upset please~” Hobi cuddles you at the waist while you ignoring him on your phone.

“Hmph.” You let out a huff.

You’d been ignoring your ray of sunshine since he told you that BTS was going to make a single with TWICE.

To be totally honest, you were jealous because you thought there was no way you could compare with nine other gorgeous girls from JYP.

“Please talk to meee… Or I’ll be forced to punish you~” He smirks deviously.

You raise a brow, but ignore his blackmail.

A sudden jolt touched your side and before you realise, you were on the couch laughing your head off while Hoseok was tickling you to no mercy.

“H-Hobi! S-Stop! My stomach h-hurts!” Your eyes form tears of laughter.

“Do you forgive me then?” His hands moved down to the soles of your feet.

You squeal and tuck your feet under the pillows.

“Y-Yes! I forgive you! J-Just stop!” You say breathlessly, as you laugh.

He eventually stops and hugs your waist again.

“Sorry for worrying you yeobo. TWICE are lovely, but they would never beat my beautiful girlfriend.”

YOONGI -

“I don’t understand why you’re so worked up about us collaborating with EXID. It’s just for work.” Yoongi rolled his eyes, breathing out exaggeratedly.

You roll your eyes back at him before folding your arms.

“Uhm, maybe because their girls? What if something happens, like you or any of the others get into a scandal? I just don’t think that what Bang PD-nim’s doing is reasonable.`` 

You knew deep down that you were just filled with pure jealousy. Eight female Korean pop idols with seven male Korean pop idols, one being your boyfriend? Fantastic.

``You’re overreacting Y/N. You do this every time.`` He groans in frustration, attempting to get back to writing his song. 

You stood by his desk, glaring down at the song he started writing for the collaboration. Of course, since it was between a girl and boy group, the theme was a love song.

``I do not do this every time. Don’t be dumb.” You defend.

Yoongi spins his chair towards you and stands up. He holds your hands suddenly, his intense eyes staring into yours.

“I find it funny when your jealous, but you know I wouldn’t do anything dumb, especially to hurt you.`` 

You press your lips together.

``Y/N, don’t sweat it, okay?” He sneaks a peck on your cheek and walks you out of his studio. “Let’s watch a movie to calm down, hm?”

JIN -

“Jagiya, I love you~” Jin said.

You turned to grab a bag of chips when he hopped in front of you.

“Jagiya, I love you~” He repeated for the umpteenth time.

You were giving Jin the silent treatment because he told you that BTS were going to do a collaboration with G-FRIEND for a single.

You stare at him and open the packet of chips, popping one into your mouth and walking around him.

“Y/N~ Come on now, you’re being so selfiiish~ Why would I want to flirt with any of the ladies when I have a beautiful girl for myself?”

“You’re only telling me words Jin, prove it to me more than that.” You walk into the lounge, with Jin following you like a lost puppy.

“Prove it to you?” You had your back turned to him, when you were suddenly turned, back against the wall, dropping your chips. Jin has his hand next to your head. “Y/N, my lovely rose. I love you.”

Jin leant in, causing you to do the same, but before he could, you felt ticklish kisses all over your face.

“Yah! Jin!”

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