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letters to you (pt. 2)

KIM TAEHYUNG (V) X READER Type | Genre: slice of life au | fluff/angst Word Count: 1738 A/N: it’s been hard finding time to update in general but i have a soft spot for this fic! hope you enjoy. 

One

After Taehyung's first visit, we managed to keep in touch until somewhere around early springtime. The Kakao messages got increasingly sparse as he got closer to his mysterious debut date and college examinations loomed over my head as I entered my final year of high school.  The flutters I had felt were long forgotten in lieu of books and essays. 

It wasn't until summer that I was reminded of Taehyung. Auntie Kim came barging into our house bright and early with excited shouts of his debut. 

I was already awake, studying my butt off upstairs in the lovely solitude of my room. 

"He's releasing the album tomorrow! Tomorrow! My Taehyungie is finally debuting!" 

My heart couldn't help but stir a little at his name, as if it was remembering an old habit. I hesitantly reached for my phone, wondering if it would be out of place to send him a congratulatory message.

[07:55AM] To: Taehyung Grats, superstar. It's about time.

To my surprise, the reply came instantly.

[07:55AM] From: Taehyung Dont tell me my mom woke u all up this early to tell u...  [07:55AM] From: Taehyung But thats just like her isnt it [07:56AM] From: Taehyung Goddamn shes embarrassing [07:56AM] From: Taehyung But thx ;)

I smiled, heart skipping a little faster, but I decided to play it cool and leave him hanging. It didn't necessarily warrant a response anyway. 

It was more than two hours later into my reading when my phone buzzed.

[10:13AM] From: Taehyung Im coming home for a few days next month.

[10:13AM] From: Taehyung Excited to see me? ;)

My stomach suddenly twisted into a knot, butterflies I hadn't felt for months threatening to creep back. Goddamn him and his flirty winking emoticons. 

[10:21AM] To: Taehyung Not really 

[10:21AM] To: Taehyung But you can come anyway I guess

I wondered if I had waited an ample enough amount of time to not look so desperately eager to answer him. Childish, I know, but I couldn’t help it.  I returned to my studies with a renewed energy, suddenly feeling empowered by the thought of having something to look forward to.

Taehyung looked so different that it was hard to believe only two seasons had passed since I last saw him. He was the slightest bit less lanky and his hair was dyed blonde. God, who would have thought he'd look so good with Barbie hair? I stared at him in silence for a few moments before giving him an awkward wave.

"Y/N!"

I could have sworn his voice got deeper, but I didn't have time to mull over the thought really as he scooped me into a big embrace. It knocked the wind out of me -- in a good way. "Nice to see you too, Taehyung," I mumbled into his chest. He smelled like laundry with a hint of musk.  It was strange seeing him in shorts and a tee, legs and arms so bare. Had he always been so tan? 

It was our mother's ideas to catch up over lunch, and although my books were practically screaming at me, I decided to be a little careless and enjoy some time with my long lost friend. It seemed like Taehyung always brought out the irresponsible side of me.

"So how've you been?" Taehyung asked expectantly.

I had never been a fan of small talk, but there was no other way to really begin the conversation. "Alright, I guess. Studying mostly. Actually, only studying.."

"Ah, so once I left, you were no longer a genius."

I couldn't help but crack a smile. 

"No boyfriend?" 

"My textbooks are my boyfriends." I sighed, feeling the nervous guilt of ditching my studies gnawing away at me. I was so determined to get top scores, go to one of the top universities in Seoul, and then the world would be my oyster. It was somewhat reckless to be here comfortably chatting the time away with Taehyung.

He smirked. "Wow, what a player. Didn't think you were like that, Y/N." 

I rolled my eyes before a chuckle escaped my lips. "Enough about my boring life. I bet yours has been crazy exciting. With your debut, and... shows... and singing?" It was too obvious I didn't know anything about the idol lifestyle.

"Yes. Shows and singing. Hit the nail right on the head," he joked. There was a brief pause before he sighed. "It's actually more like crazy busy than crazy exciting." I watched his still-beautiful fingers run through his dyed locks. "But yeah on top of shows and singing, it's a lot of promotions right now... We're trying to win Rookie of the Year and just get ourselves more out there... Grow our fanbase, you know?"

He sounded so desperate for a moment that I almost reached out to touch his hand in comfort. I didn't know anything really, but I could tell he worked his ass off every day, and he was hoping more than anything that his efforts would pay off in the end. I could sympathize with that -- we were kind of in the same boat when I thought of it like that, and it was comforting.

"How long are you here for this time?" I asked timidly. 

"Three days." A loud sigh left his lips. "I know, short as fuck." He was biting his lip nervously, eyes wandering for few seconds before landing on mine. "And I know you're probably busy as hell, but couldn't you make some time for your fave Kpop idol?" A cheeky grin broke out onto his face, and I was instantly reminded of the Taehyung I had grown so comfortable with last winter. And just like that, it was so easy to fall back into his trap.

My books were neglected as I spent the next few days with Taehyung. It was like we had fallen back into our old habits -- going to the cafe in the morning, watching I Hear Your Voice or some other drama in the afternoon, and driving to the mountains or downtown in the evening. 

He still took his coffee much too sweet. And with the way he comfortably settled in next to me besides the couch, shoulder to shoulder, it was like nothing had changed. By the second day, it felt like he had never even left.

I loved the drives the most. The skies were clear and starry, and with the wind blowing through my hair, going anywhere felt like an adventure. The scenic view of town from the cliffs was different now that it was summer. It was so green and lush, as if the colors had all become more vibrant now that he was back. The days were longer and warm, so we spent more time outside. He treated me to ice cream every day because he was "now a working man," as he called it. 

"I missed this," he announced with a sigh, laying back into the grass.

"Hm?" I absentmindedly continued to poke around for the cake bits in my ice cream.

"Just chilling around like this. With you."

The last two words were said so nonchalantly, but they resonated so deeply in my silly heart that my entire body tensed up. 

"You're leaving tomorrow, Taehyung." Was I saying it to remind him... or myself?

He rose from his position and gestured towards the car. "It's good though. You need to study anyway." He grinned. "Genius or nerd, whichever you are, I'm sure you still need to get back to your books. The college exams are in a few months, aren't they?" 

I hadn’t known, but he had overheard my mother yelling at me the previous morning for spending all day with him. It hadn't stopped him from distracting me all day today though.

I nodded, swallowing nervously. I didn't want to think about my looming tests and their gravity on my future outlook. With Taehyung, I could enjoy a reprieve from it all. I didn't want him to leave.

"You'll be fine," he murmured softly, hand messily patting my head. "We'll both work hard, and we'll see each other again before we know it."

My eyes were hopeful as I looked up at his golden face. "When's the next time you'll be back?" He wasn't even gone yet, and I was already looking forward to our reunion.

"Hopefully the holidays." His mumbles were laced with uncertainty, and he tried to give me a reassuring smile. "I'll try to keep in touch, Y/N. Much more than last time."

The way he wrapped his arm around my shoulder made me almost believe he would keep his promise.

He didn't. It was only a few days after he returned to Seoul that the texts stopped coming. I wasn't surprised. From what I heard from Auntie Kim, his group was getting ready for their comeback, and I wasn't in a position to chase for replies either. I was frantically catching up with what I missed, but it didn't help that I'd occasionally get distracted by the thoughts of him already forgetting me.

The leaves turned from green to yellow, oranges, and reds before turning brown and withering off. My birthday passed uneventfully with a casual text from Taehyung. I traded in loose shorts for leggings and sweats, and pulled out my winter gear from the back of the closet. Other than my clothes, however, nothing changed much. Day in and day out, my nose was buried in textbooks, my hand deathly sore from writing notes.

It felt unreal when the examination day finally came. I woke up like any other day, but instead of heading to the school library with books in tow, I headed there with only a few last minute notes and a pencil case. Basically every other kid in my year was walking down the streets with me, hearts nervously thumping as we all knew the test we faced would determine our future.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I was reminded to turn it off. But at the sight of the familiar name that hadn't graced my screen in months, my heart fluttered.

[08:16AM] From: Taehyung Good luck genius

It was nice to think that he was somewhere in the capital city thinking about me this early in the morning. 

With a happy heart, I powered down my mobile device. Perhaps this exam would be my ticket to Seoul, a little closer to Taehyung.

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letters to you (pt. 1)

KIM TAEHYUNG (V) X READER Type | Genre: slice of life au | fluff/angst Word Count: 2410 A/N: I’m trying to keep the timeline as accurate as possible. It’s obviously been many years since their debut/predebut, and I’m not like a bts superfan or anything, so please ignore any discrepancies :)

-- 01/2013

Teeth chattering, I groggily forced myself out of bed. My dearly beloved, yet increasingly annoying, mother was shouting out my name like it was the only word in her vocabulary. "Y/N-ah! Y/N-ah! Y/N-ah!" She urged me to hurry, and I did not understand what could possibly be so important that she wake me up at seven in the morning on a Saturday.  The blankets around my body were weighing me down as I trudged down the creaky steps to see what the commotion was about. 

At her first glimpse of me, my mom motioned for me to come along faster. "Auntie Kim's son is here," she explained briefly. "Did you really not have time to make yourself a little more presentable?" That second line was hushed, the chiding meant only for my ears. 

"It's freezing," I retorted gruffly, voice still hinting at lack of sleep. 

But I had to admit I was interested. Auntie Kim's son was the talk of the town -- well, she was the one doing most of the talking. She was always so excited about telling the neighbors about his latest accomplishment: how he had passed the auditions for some company I couldn't remember the name of (it wasn't SM or YG), and then how he was working with this famous choreographer (not like anyone really knows choreographers' names off the top of their head), and of course about his up and coming debut (which was supposed to be very soon yet the date was unknown because it was some huge secret or some nonsense).

So you have to understand the disappointment I felt when I saw this regular ol' boy standing in my living room. Yeah, he was a little taller than most of the guys I knew, but I had expected him to blow me away with his presence... or at least have some muscles.

"This is Taehyung," my mom introduced. 

I bowed my head slightly before giving my own name. 

"Hey." 

His voice made my chest rumble. It was deep and strangely velvety. It would have been a lie if I said it didn't make me smile. I watched as he popped another pre-cut slice of an orange in his wide mouth. He had this unabashed way of looking straight into my eyes as he answered my mother's curious questions, and I found it hard to meet his gaze. His eyebrow was raised a little too high, giving him this real cocky look. Maybe the idea of stardom had already gotten to his head.

"Taehyung won't be here for very long..."

It was already so obvious that my mother was going to urge me to do something I did not want to do.

"And it's your winter break, so you should have some time. Why don't you show him around?"

"He's from here," I reminded. "He probably knows this place better than I do." I had only moved here about a year ago, whereas Taehyung had spent well over a decade here.

"Then I guess I can show you around," he unexpectedly butted in, shining a 100-watt smile to my easily swayed mother. She beamed right back in delight. 

So after changing into some real clothes and promising to be back for lunch, we began our tour of town. "It's fucking freezing," I muttered, breath visible in the frosty air. It had snowed the night before, and all we could see in front of us was a blanket of white. 

Taehyung chuckled. "I take it you're not a morning person." He tugged on the sleeve of my coat. "Let's go."

I didn't ask where he was taking me, more preoccupied with eluding the patches of ice that were scattered dangerously along the road. 

He didn't take me far. ... Or anywhere impressive.

I stared at his house in disappointment. "You brought me here?" 

"Like you said, it's fucking freezing." His lips curled into a huge, cheeky grin as his icy fingers fumbled with the keys to unlock the door.  His fingers were long and so goddamn beautiful. 

He let me inside first, surprisingly gentleman-like, and his eyebrow raised in curiosity as I plopped down onto the couch comfortably. "I'm here more often than you are now," I explained. This place was like my second home.

A small, throaty chuckle escaped his lips. "Makes sense."

I could almost feel the heat radiating off his shoulder as he laid back besides me and turned on the television to some random cartoon. From this angle and distance, I could see how tall his nose was, how perfect his skin was. 

"Take a picture. It lasts longer."

A hot blush crept up my cheeks. I mumbled a lame apology.

"I'll even sign it. It might be worth a fortune in the future." He winked cockily.

I couldn't stop myself from rolling my eyes. "Yeah, okay."

It was weird how I had sort of expected him to be there the next morning. And he didn't disappoint.

"The blankets again," he commented amusedly. He was sitting at the kitchen table, eating some fruit my mother had prepared for him. 

"My heating pad broke. And it's fu--"

"--king freezing," we finished simultaneously.

"Language," my mother warned, reminding me of her presence.

I smiled sheepishly and was pleased to see he was doing the same. I took a seat across from him, making sure the layers were still tightly wrapped around my figure. I shuddered as I let one arm out into the cold air to grab the chopsticks.

He laughed. "You look like a fat turtle." 

I glared as I silently stole a piece of pear from his plate. 

"Don't worry. It's cute."

I could feel the blush threatening to flood my cheeks, so I quickly got up to grab a drink from the refrigerator. I could feel his eyes on me as I shakily poured the orange juice into my glass. I didn't know why I was feeling so nervous around him. I was practically a grown woman with 18 years of life experience, including dating some boys here and there. Well actually just two -- nothing serious, but it was enough so I wasn't so easily rattled by the flirting and the teasing. 

... But Taehyung still somehow rattled me.

It was in the middle of the third day with Taehyung that I found out he'd be leaving Wednesday evening. 

"Two more days," he mumbled, leaning back into the cold wooden back of the bench. "And back to the grind."

"Do you like it there?" I asked, staring out into the fields with him. "Or do you like it here?"

He smiled and chuckled, always in that throaty way that I had grown somewhat fond of. "Seoul has more things to do, I guess... Not that I have any time to do them..." He let out a deep breath, almost like a sigh. "It's definitely not as exciting as when I first got there. But I still like it." 

Then his gaze sharply turned to me, and I almost choked, my heart jumping to my throat. "But it's nice here too. Just relaxing like this, like we're doing now. Wouldn't mind staying a bit longer, really." His eyes turned into pretty little crescents as he smiled. "It's nice right?"

I nodded to answer his question and let out a long exhale myself. "So when do you think you'll be back here again?"

"Why? Miss me already?"

I rolled my eyes and gave him a square punch to his arm. "You're right next to me, you egotistical weirdo." 

His laugh brought out my own, and we sat there together in simple happiness for a little longer until the cold seeped through our bones.

I took him to see my high school later that evening, just as the sun was setting. He had only attended for a year before leaving Daegu and for some reason wanted to visit again.

"It's not locked," he said in surprise.

"We still study throughout the break," I explained. College was really the only way country kids like us escaped this tiny town. Unless you were Kim Taehyung, that is.

"But you're not studying."

I smiled sheepishly. I had fallen a few days behind thanks to him, but I didn't tell him in fear he would stop hanging out with me. After all, he was only going to be here for two more days. "I'm a genius," I joked. "I don't need to study."

He let out a sarcastic 'har har' before pulling me inside the building. His gloved hand was tightly holding mine, and I wished I could feel his palm directly against mine instead. Who cared if it was fucking freezing?

"You're going to get diabetes," I said to Taehyung as I watched him spoon five heapings of sugar into his coffee. "That's not even coffee with sugar. It's sugar mixed with a little bit of coffee."

"And when I do, you can help me prick my finger every morning to measure my blood sugar." 

The thought of seeing him every morning for the rest of my life was oddly romantic.

I watched him swirl the little spoon in his mug, and I could hear the little granules of undissolved sugar skidding along the walls of the cup. "I swear, Taehyung. You've supersaturated it."

"Don't use biology terms with me."

"It's chemistry."

"Whatever, nerd." He casually dismissed me with a wave of his hand.

"I'm not a nerd. I'm a genius, remember?"

He couldn't hold back his grin, and he tried to hide it by bringing the mug to his lips. "Yeah, okay."

It was much warmer that day, and he drove me in his mom's car to a nearby lookout area a few miles away. The winter air was refreshing rather than biting, and we drove up the mountain with the windows rolled down. My hair was a mess by the time we got to the top, and after Taehyung was done making fun of me for it, he helped me sort out my strands. His pretty fingers laced through my hair and made me shiver. 

"Cold?" He asked.

I shook my head. I couldn't tell him that he was the one who made chills run down my spine with such a simple gesture. I got more goosebumps as I felt his large hand on the small of my back, guiding me towards the edge of the cliff. 

"It's no Seoul skyline, but it has it's charm." He plopped down lazily on the gravel and patted the spot besides him. "Sit."

The ground was cold, but I didn't care. I planted my butt down and took in the view. Our humble town looked somewhat barren, but in a beautiful way. Patches of snow covered the fields here and there, and the cars looked like bursts of colors. The prettiest part was the mountains that loomed behind, kind of hazy and navy. I took a picture with my phone, but it really didn't do it justice. 

"Take a picture of us," Taehyung suggsted casually. He took the device from my hands, and I was all too aware of how our fingers momentarily brushed against each other. His long arm was extended, ready to snap a photo. "Get in closer," he scolded and pulled my far shoulder in with his free hand. 

My cheeks were redder than they should have been, and now there was solid evidence of it. 

"You've been spending a lot of time with Taehyung." My mom liked to be vocal about how she observant she was of my life. "Are you keeping up with your studies? I bet all your classmates are studying really hard."

"Well he's leaving tonight," I mumbled, trying not to let the depressing thought affect my mood too much. "I'll hit the library after he's gone."

So after getting lengthily scolded for skipping out on my studies, I had Taehyung meet me at my high school.

I was sitting in an empty classroom skimming my English textbook when I heard the door slide open. His lanky figure strode in confidently. "What's up, nerd? I thought you didn't study."

I gave him a mocking glare. "Can't wait 'til you're gone." I was lying through my teeth.

"Hah, yeah right. You're gonna miss me, right?"

I couldn't possibly answer yes when he had that cocky smirk plastered on his face. I simply rolled my eyes and let him take the seat besides mine.

He strummed his fingers against the desk boredly. "Come on; you can do that later. I'm leaving in a few hours."

He didn't have to remind me. The clock did that with every damn tick. 

It didn't take much effort for him to convince me to ditch my books. All he really had to do was tug on my sleeve a few times and off I went, following him down the hallway and out the door. It was almost pathetic how the sound of his delighted laughter made it so easy for me to forget all my responsibilities.  That fucking laughter and that beautiful fucking grin.

He was beaming at me now as he dragged me back to his place, where we had to sneak past his mother so she wouldn't tattle on me. 

There was nothing much to do in his room besides opening up his laptop and stream a movie or listen to some music and talk. He grinned. "If it's an American movie, that's sort of like studying English, right?" 

Couldn't beat that logic.

"Didn't know you were such a crybaby," he teased, as the end credits for Titanic began to roll. 

"Shut up, Taehyung," I snapped through my sniffles. 

"It's stupid. I don't get why he had to let go, honestly," he huffed. "There was plenty of room on that wooden board for both of them to get on. She was rescued like a few minutes later." 

"You're ruining the romance." 

He gave a playful shrug. "It's not really romantic. I'd be pretty fucking pissed if some chick -- who supposedly loved me -- just let me drown." He paused to turn and look directly at me. "You're not supposed to let go of someone you love that easily, you know."

My heart had never felt so weak in my life. I swallowed hard and managed a small nod.

It was only five days into knowing Taehyung, and he somehow managed to wreck me so easily.

I should have taken that as a warning.

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letters to you (prologue)

KIM TAEHYUNG (V) X READER Type | Genre: slice of life au | fluff/angst Word Count: 307 A/N: This is actually something I had been working on about 2-3 years ago and never continued. I came upon it again, and I actually think it could be one of the best things I ever started. So hopefully I can finish this.  Unlike my other works, this will be in first person POV.

one

I always find myself wondering what you're doing. Maybe you're busy practicing some ridiculously complicated choreography your group is known for. Are you recording a part for a new song? It's been a while since your last comeback. Perhaps you're rehearsing lines for a new acting role. Or maybe you're just catching up on some much-needed sleep. You've been looking tired lately, and --

... I don't know why I keep writing letters I'll never send.

It was especially cold that winter you came to town. I remember it clearly because that was the year my electric heating pad broke, and I had to wrap myself in three blankets to stay warm around the house.

It was embarrassing when you came to visit for the first time with Auntie Kim and saw me looking like a little burrito. She had talked so much about her soon-to-be famous son, but I'd never thought you'd be able to spare the time from your busy schedule to ever come back and visit our little old farm town. I thought that maybe you weren't actually such a bigshot after all, and Auntie Kim was just hyping you up. After all, you didn't look cool like G-Dragon, or hot like some DBSK member. You were just another tall, lanky teen, like all my other high school classmates. 

But then you spoke, and that was different.  Hearing your unusually deep voice telling me I looked cute in all my blankets made me blush. 

I didn't know you'd be making me blush at least a hundred more times in the days to come. 

It was that cold winter when I met you, Kim Taehyung.

If only I had known then how much I'd love you. Then I would have known to run before you got too close.

And maybe things would be so much easier now.

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only then (pt. 5)

KIM JIWON (BOBBY) X READER Type | Genre: badboy au | fluff/angst Word Count: 1663 A/N: I thought this was much longer than 1.6k words... Guess not.  Also I do update very very slow, I know. It’s mostly because I have no idea what to write next, and I don’t want to write nonsense. So thank you for your patience. I hope this doesn’t disappoint!  To be honest, it feels a little weird to write about Hanbin after the huge scandal, but it felt weirder leaving him out of the story after including him in the beginning.

Also wtf happened to line breaks? Why is that not an option anymore? This sucks.

part one two three four

Jiwon looked at the well healed scar on his arm fondly, running his finger along the raised ridge. His smile couldn’t help but widen as his phone buzzed. 

[23:22] y/n: i can’t sleep [23:22] jiwon: y? [23:22] jiwon: cause ur too excited to be talking to me? [23:23] y/n: ... zzz ...  [23:23] y/n: o look i fell asleep

He chuckled. Within a matter of days, teasing had already become part of their regular banter. So cute.

[23:23] jiwon: ...  [23:23] jiwon: do u think ur funny or something bc let me tell u rn that u r not [23:23] jiwon: boooooooo [23:24] y/n: if im so unfunny then y r u texting me hmm HMM??? [23:24] jiwon: cause i pity u [23:24] y/n: ...  [23:24] y/n: GOODNIGHT

Even though he knew was joking, his fingers still quickly scrambled to reply. 

[23:24] jiwon: im just kidding!! [23:24] jiwon: ur funny sometimes [23:24] jiwon: a little bit [23:24] jiwon: real little [23:25] y/n: then go talk to ur other super exciting and funny friends y dont u [23:25] jiwon: now dont be jealous [23:25] jiwon: the more time u spend with me the more exciting and fun u become [23:25] y/n: ive only seen u like 3x [23:25] jiwon: thats y ur so not funny

His finger hovered over the keyboard, wondering if he should type out the next line. He knew it was probably a bad idea, but he couldn’t help himself. Fuck it. He firmly pressed the upward arrow.

[23:26] jiwon: so i guess we’ve come to the logical conclusion that we should hang out more [23:26] y/n: i guess we have

You felt bold as you sent that last message. Was this considered flirting? You hadn’t known that your heart rate could increase so much within a mere 4 minutes. The past few nights had consisted of increasingly witty and teasing messages - messages that got your heart racing, your face flushing, and your imagination going a little crazy. Nothing even close to romantic had happened between you and him, and yet your ridiculous mind was coming up with possible scenarios that could maybe (just maaaybe) happen in the nearby future. You felt like an silly high schooler again, getting too easily excited over someone you barely knew. You didn’t even know how exactly how old he was or what he did for living. 

But all those unanswered questions just made you more excited - kind of like a good mystery book you just didn’t want to put down. 

[23:27]: jiwon: ok so whens ur next day off

Your breath hitched. You were off the upcoming Thursday, which was in 2 days. You hadn’t expected the next time you were going to see Jiwon to come so soon. You were used to seeing him like twice a month. You knew you could simply lie and give him your next day off, which was in a week or so, but you knew you didn’t want to wait that long.

[23:28] y/n: thursday [23:28] jiwon: ok cool so ill see u then [23:28] jiwon: and if ur busy... [23:28] jiwon: make yourself unbusy thanks

Your lips curled into a smile. How could someone this cute possibly be bad news? 

“You’re distracted, Hyung.” Donghyuk mumbled quietly so Hanbin wouldn’t hear. 

“Hm?” Jiwon murmured. “Nah, I’m good.”

Donghyuk’s eyes narrowed as he carefully tried to peer over Jiwon’s shoulder to see what was keeping him so preoccupied.  A girl’s name. He rolled his eyes. He was more than willing to bet that this was the same girl that had so nicely bandaged Jiwon up that rainy night. “Let’s keep outsiders... outsiders, okay, Hyung?” Donghyuk warned in a hushed tone.

Jiwon immediately shut off his phone screen and gave his younger friend a long hard stare. “I’m not fucking stupid, okay?”

And of course, despite Donghyuk’s words, he still went to see her on Thursday. They met up later in the afternoon, mainly because he slept in well into the afternoon. Since he did his work mainly at night, his sleeping schedule tended to be slightly off. When he woke up, you were getting some errands done - groceries and such. That gave him some time to get dressed and ready - he wanted to look good for the first date.  This is a date right? He hadn’t made it explicitly clear, but he was hoping you were on the same page as he was.

He recalled the the other day that you had said you wanted to try this restaurant that you had seen on some celebrities eating on TV.  And since it was on the other side of Seoul Station, they could walk along Seoullo 7017 along the way. He supposed that would be a good, somewhat nice way to start the date.

And you were delightfully surprised at how much Jiwon had actually planned out. You wouldn’t say it aloud, but you had been expecting somewhat of a haphazard schedule of activities that randomly popped up into his mind. 

“You look cute.” You jokingly scowled. “Are you saying I wasn’t cute before?” He rolled his eyes and laughed. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.” He put his hands up defensively when he earned a playful punch to the arm. “Hey, you gotta appreciate my honesty, right?” He grinned. “No, but seriously. You should wear dresses more often.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled shyly, having always been slightly awkward at accepting compliments. You glanced down at your outfit. It was a pretty plain dress, but this was the most dressed up he had ever seen you. 

“Where’s the scar from - if you don’t mind me asking?” He asked, pointing to the mark on your forearm. If it hadn’t been for that scar, he probably would have never recognized you. “Nothing cool,” you responded. “Got it while I was helping out at the bakery a while ago. Hot stuff can do that to you sometimes, you know.”  He laughed. “See? You’re already getting funnier - thanks to me.”  You rolled your eyes exaggeratedly but couldn’t help but join him in laughter. 

You were sure he had a fair share of scars all over his body, and also exciting stories behind them. But you were reluctant to ask, afraid that it could ruin the lighthearted mood.

The rest of the evening went by in a blur - partially because Jiwon had convinced you to share a bottle of soju with him during dinner. ‘You can’t enjoy pork belly without soju!’ he had insisted.  You had initially refused, being worried that you might end up blabbering and saying something stupid or embarrassing. But Jiwon was one convincing young man.

But luckily the only embarrassing thing that slipped out was a, “Fine, you’re kinda cute, okay?” after he had pestered you about what you thought about him. And boy, did he enjoy that answer.

You were partially disappointed when the date ended with a simple hug. You probably would have thought he were moving too fast if he had gone in for a kiss, but by no means would you have refused. In fact, as much as you hated to admit it, you'd immediately have shut your eyes and puckered your lips.  But a long, warm hug was what you got tonight. And you weren’t complaining. "Thanks. Today was really fun,” you said with a warm smile.  “Okay, so when can we have fun again?”

All of a sudden, you had something to look forward to every week. Every date with Jiwon was exciting. You got to experience thrilling things like ziplining, but even just sitting at a cafe and chatting got your heart pumping. You felt like your life had been recharged.  You had even bravely kissed him on the cheek when he had dropped you off at your door tonight. 

As Jiwon walked over to work after dropping you off, he heard a familiar voice calling his name. “Jiwon Hyung! Hyung!” Junhoe shouted from down the block. "Where’re you coming from?” He asked, frowning. Wherever Jiwon was coming from, it wasn’t from the direction of his home. Jiwon played it off vaguely. “Just was doing something. Don’t worry about it.” “Come on, tell me!” Junhoe whined. “Why’s it a secret, huh?” Jiwon pressed his fingers against his tall friend’s forehead and gave it a good shove. “Have you ever heard of a personal space? Look it up.” He couldn’t recall the last time anyone had made him so easily excited, and he wasn’t willing to part with you now.

His friends had also noticed that he was constantly in a good mood these past few weeks.  Donghyuk wasn’t too happy about it, but the others seemed to enjoy having a less moody Jiwon around. He wondered if Hanbin knew what Jiwon was getting himself into outside of work. But he didn’t want to tick off Jiwon, so he kept his mouth shut. A pissed off Jiwon was one scary man.

“How long do u plan on keeping this up, Hyung? It’s going to serve as a distraction to you and a danger to her. She doesn’t even know what you really do. If you tell her, do you think she’ll stay?” Donghyuk hissed. “Yeah, right.” “I know. I know.” Jiwon mumbled. This was like the fifth time he had approached him about this issue. He was thankful that Donghyuk hadn’t blabbed to the rest of the guys, but it was a disturbing reminder every time. Why was it so wrong to enjoy it while it lasted?

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Hi 💖💖💖💖 can you comfort us with “ only then “ new part please ? I miss ikon

I should have pt 5 out within a few days~ thanks for the support and for waiting!

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Hi~ I found your blog some time ago and fell in love with your writing. 'Only then' is genuinely GREAT:") But it's been quite some time since you last updated anything and I come back from time to time to check If there are any new posts... I'm just wondering if you are doing well but I also don't want you to feel pressured to do anything... does that make any sense? Idk just wanted to let you know that I appreciate and love your work

thank you so much for the kind words!

i haven’t been able to respond to every single message i receive, mainly because I am not quite as active on tumblr as i’d like to be. 

for all of you that are curious and waiting, i still haven’t given up on ‘only then’part of the reason why my updates are so slow is because i’m currently in medical school, so my studies (as well as the small social life i try to maintain) keep me pretty busy.another bigger reason is because i’m constantly stuck with writer’s block... once i get an idea though, the story writing comes pretty easily. 

i’ll definitely try to get the 5th chapter out soon. thank you for the encouragement & love. 

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Hi, is only then with Bobby finished? It’s such a good story

It's not finished but I don't get many chances to work on it haha

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one in a lifetime love

ONG SEONGWOO X READER Type | Genre: drabble | fluff/angst Word Count: 535 A/N: He’s my current obsession, so I just wanted to write a small something! 

How many years had it been? ... Too many.

So what were the chances you’d run into him here, at the Seattle airport, out of all places?

“Noona...” He spoke first. His voice was cautious, as if he was worried he might scare you off. It wasn’t an unreasonable thought. You would probably have turned around and walked away if you weren’t frozen to your spot.  “... How have you been?” He added softly. Unlike you, he didn’t seem uncomfortable at all, but his fingers gave him away as they continuously twisted against each other.

The first thought that ran into your head was, the nerve of this guy. He broke your heart almost a year ago, walked straight out of your life, and never looked back. And now he was here, asking you how you’ve been...  ‘Fuck you!’, you wanted to shout. 

But you wouldn’t let him see how pathetic you were. After all, the last image he had of you was you sobbing on the floor, gripping the lining of his jeans tightly, begging him to try and make things work.  You had never been a desperate person, but for him, you had been willing to throw away the last few shreds of dignity just for the chance to stay by his side.  

You weren’t ashamed of it. If anyone asked about your break up, you didn’t lie to make yourself sound more apathetic and cool.  ‘You know that once in a lifetime kind of of love?’ You’d say. ‘He was that for me.’ A sigh would always escape your lips before admitting, ‘But I guess I wasn’t that for him.’ It was a hurtful, shitty truth... but a truth you had to face nonetheless. 

And after 10 months, you had thought you had successfully picked yourself up and moved on. It would be a lie to say you were completely over him, but you were at a point where the thought of him only popped up twice a week or so, and even then just oh so briefly. 

But all of that resolve and pride you had regained suddenly weakened at the mere sight of him. And with the sound of his voice, you felt like you were completely crumbling. He was slowly coming closer. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until you had to take a big breath to catch some air. Your hands were pure white as they wrapped around your backpack straps in a death grip as if they’d give you some sense of support. 

“... We didn’t leave things on such a great note, ” he mumbled. “But um... I... I hope you’ve been well...”  You almost scoffed at his ill-timed sentiment.  “Uh... well, you look great,” he added in a lame attempt to keep the conversation going on his own. “Short hair looks good on you.”

“Thanks,” was the only thing you could manage to mumble out.  He seemed slightly surprised to hear your voice, but then a small smile quickly replaced his agape expression.  “... Are you headed back to Incheon too?” He asked, holding up his ticket.  You bit your lip and nodded.  “Flight KE020?”  You silently cursed in your mind and nodded. 

“I know this is the last thing you probably want to hear but... I missed you.”

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Only Then (pt. 4)

KIM JIWON (BOBBY) X READER Type | Genre: badboy au | fluff/angst Word Count: 1809 A/N: Wow! I was kind of taken aback at the love and support I’ve gotten for these series even though I’ve been slacking so much on updating... It’s definitely motivated me to keep on writing. Thank you all for the love!

part one two three

It had been almost two weeks since you last saw Jiwon. You hadn't expected much. It was definitely typical of him to get caught up in his own things or maybe with his group's ordeals. You hadn’t exchanged phone numbers, so short of him showing up at your front door... or you marching into Hanbin’s sketchy club (which definitely wasn’t happening)... there was no real way of reaching him.  You knew all of this, and yet you couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed.

So you'd trudge to the hospital like every other day in the past, toiling through your 12-hour shifts in the emergency room. A part of you was thankful you didn't see Jiwon's body on one of the beds, and at the same time, a part of you felt guilty for slightly wishing he would appear on one. Not terribly maimed, you told yourself. Just the teensiest bit hurt so he would need you to bandage him up again.

It didn't take long for you to realize you were being ridiculous, and you would quickly shove the thought deep into the recesses of your brain every time it threatened to emerge.

"He was just a passing fascination," you told your close friend over dinner.

Naeun raised an eyebrow. "You sure?" Her lip slightly twitched in amusement. She knew you had never been good at resisting temptation, especially when it came to spicing up your mundane life. You had used all your vacation days in other countries, spending a lot of your free time learning basics of other languages to prepare for your journey. You used every opportunity to try something new, anything, as if you were trying to prove that your life was interesting enough.

And finally you had found some excitement in your current, daily life -- a young man who didn’t bore you with details of their software engineering job or their latest investments... He didn’t try to invite you to their latest company drinking outing or their next holiday party... Kim Jiwon was finally someone who was a mystery in himself. He didn’t even have to try to be exciting. He just was.

"I still think you should stay away from him," Naeun stated firmly, acting as the voice of reason as usual. "He isn't the kind of person you want to get involved with."

You found yourself absentmindedly nodding, even though your thoughts didn't truly agree with your actions. "Yeah," you murmured. "He's part of Hanbin's group..."

"Exactly," Naeun chimed in. But she could already sense the lack of resolve in your voice. "But I guess you could always have some fun with it..." She mumbled, regretting as soon as she saw your eyes light up. “Just don’t... make some stupid mistake and come crying to me about it after.”

You chuckled. “But you’d be so pissed if you weren’t the first person I came crying to about anything.”

Naeun rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help but cave into giggles. She poured you another shot of soju. “Just don’t be stupid,” she said. Her voice was lighthearted, but she couldn’t have been more serious. She held in another sigh and shrugged. 

Jiwon wiped the sweat off his brow. Fuck. He glanced at his right arm. He knew the gash was somewhere on his tricep, but the blood made it hard to tell exactly where or how deep it was. But he knew he’d be fine -- he couldn’t say the same for the lifeless body by his feet.  Why do these dumbasses have to make things so difficult? He sighed. All these mules had to do was pass on the weapons to them, and they’d receive a small profit.  But they had idiotically gotten greedy and tried to double-cross Hanbin... So of course they had to be taught a lesson.  Jiwon personally thought he had gone easy on them. He had even let one go as a messenger to the rest of the group. “You won’t be getting paid for this shipment... If someone in your group -- whoever your fucking dumbass leader is --  has a problem with it, then let him know we’re waiting.”

He took another look at his bloody arm and yet again, your face briefly sprung up in his mind. She’d know how to fix him up real quick, he knew that.  But he wouldn’t go to you. That’d be dumb.  And I’m not dumb, he told himself. I’m not Junhoe, he joked to himself. It was best to leave you out of it.

He chuckled incredulously to himself, staring at the awning of your apartment Then why the fuck am I here? He was no smarter than Junhoe (not that he’d ever admit that aloud). The blood on his arm had long since dried out, and he had no real reason to be standing at your doorstep. 

He didn’t have your phone number. He cursed himself for not asking for it earlier.  And he didn’t dare to ring your doorbell at this late hour. God forbid your grandmother answered the door.

He sat on the curb and sighed loudly. It had been a goddamn long week, and for some reason he felt like it would be nice to end it with seeing your face again. It was a ridiculous thought -- and he knew that -- yet he couldn’t get himself to just return home. Maybe it was because you had spoiled him so the first time he had been injured. The comfy bedding, proper first aid, the attentive care...  It’d be nice to get looked after like that again.

And perhaps God had been listening. Only a short moment after his thought, he heard a meek, “Is that you, Jiwon?” calling out from the darkness. And it was in that sweet voice he hadn’t even known he had been missing until now.

“Y/N...” He murmured, rising to his feet. His heart skipped as he saw your face light up.  “It’s you!” Your voice strangely warmed his heart. “Uh, yeah... I guess it’s me?” he mumbled. He wasn’t one to be nervous or awkward around women, but for some reason, he felt out of his element at the moment. It wasn’t hard to tell that you had a few drinks in you -- and that should have given him more confidence -- but he still felt ungraceful as he returned your bold embrace.

“I haven’t seen you in ages.” Your inebriated self was practically gushing with enthusiasm. Your inner self cringed after every statement that left your mouth, and yet you couldn’t keep your lips shut. You cursed Naeun for feeding you those extra shots. By no means were you drunk, but it didn’t take much to turn you into a blabbering embarrassment.

You wondered how many minutes had passed since you first saw him and when you first noticed his terribly wounded arm. You automatically assumed that was probably the reason he was here in the first place.

“It’s nothing,” Jiwon reassured, but you were fussy nonetheless. Your job was second nature even in your intoxicated state. 

You weren’t sure whether you had gained some sort of strength from alcohol or whether he was strangely easy to drag inside your apartment. 

He wasn’t really resisting your efforts, but you didn’t notice. He stayed put obediently as you rummaged through your cabinet for proper wound care. “It doesn’t seem too deep, thankfully. And it’s already stopped bleeding,” you said with a relieved smile. “I’ll just patch it up.”

His eyes attentively followed your movements as you cleaned his gash thoughtfully.  “You make a good nurse,” he remarked bluntly.  “I guess that’s why I still have a job,” you replied cheekily. 

You finished up the bandaging and gave a satisfactory smile seeing your work. “All done.” You walked over to the sink to wash your hands before putting away the medical kit.

You assumed Jiwon would be getting up and saying goodbye any moment now, but when you turned to look at him, he looked quite comfortable on your couch. 

He was looking around, taking in the details of your living room. It was technically his second time here, but the last time he hadn’t exactly been in a situation that allowed him to leisurely soak in his surroundings. It wasn’t fancy, really nothing to bat an eyelash at. But the homely plainness was oddly comforting. It was a kind of place he imagined being in when he was sick with a cold, lying on the sofa while hot porridge bubbled on the stove. 

But that kind of luxury wasn’t part of the life he had signed up for. He briefly wondered if this ordinary comfort could possibly be better than fancy cars, pretty girls, and hedonistic parties. He brushed the thought away as you returned with a cup of juice. “To replenish your fluids.”

He murmured a small thanks. He hadn’t even realized how thirsty he had been until he began to drink. Gulp after gulp, as he downed the mug, his eyes wandered to the clock. They widened as he saw how late it was. He had definitely shown up at her door at an inappropriate time. 

“Wow, err... it’s late. I should get going...” He stood up awkwardly. “Sorry for popping up at this hour unannounced.”

You shook your head. “It’s completely fine. You were injured!” 

Jiwon nodded slowly. He hadn’t shown up to get treated, but it was a damn fine excuse. He made his way slowly to the door, unsure of how to ask the question he had in mind. “Um...” He rubbed the back of his neck. He wondered why he felt so antsy. He was an expert at this. “Hm?” “Give me your... um, number?” He said stiltedly, feeling the words stumble off his tongue. “Uh, so I can give you a warning next time I decide to come around or something...” 

A smiled spread across your lips as you made an effort not to nod like a mad woman. It was nice to know that you’d be seeing him again soon. 

Jiwon’s fingers turned white as they gripped his phone tightly as if it was his most valuable possession. A part of him knew that it had been a bad idea. It probably would be smart to just delete it now and keep his distance as he had been trying to for the past few days. There was nothing good to come out of you interacting with him. The best thing he could do for you was be a stranger. He could already tell he had already started to get under your skin. 

But even as these thoughts ran through his mind, a smile was already forming on his lips as his fingers tapped across his screen.

Your phone lit up with an accompanying buzz.

[01:47] unknown number: hey you

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only then (pt. 3)

KIM JIWON (BOBBY) X READER

Type | Genre: badboy au | fluff/angst Word Count: 947 A/N: Sorry for the ages long wait for this update (and that it’s not very long either). I’m pretty much inactive now that school has started. Can’t guarantee regular updates :(

part one two

It was almost 11PM now and the night was coming alive. There were a fair amount of people wandering the streets, debating on which bar or nightclub they’d end up in for the night. It wasn’t the classiest area in the neighborhood - at this time of night, even a somewhat unsightly female could expect to be cat-called at least once within the span of a block. 

Although you didn’t notice it, not a single hoot was heard as you walked alongside Jiwon. He was also relieved that you didn’t seem to be fazed by the cautious stares of the men who passed them by, and how they seemed to cross over to the other street instead of simply sharing the sidewalk. He couldn’t hold back a small smile at your obliviousness. He liked how you were giving him your whole-hearted attention as he continued to talk about his friends’ amusing antics.

And he would have walked you all the way back home if he hadn’t had to go to work. But you were even surprised (and thankful) that he had taken the time to even walk you down one long avenue.

But about a minute after parting ways, you realized you really needed to pee, and the closest place was back at the restaurant. So you ran back, just in time to see Jiwon walk into one of the sketchiest clubs in your small city. ... Perhaps he had walked you down the block because he hadn’t wanted you to see where he worked.  But you had already sort of figured that he worked there. Hanbin’s family owned the place after all. And you didn’t care. Working there wasn’t something to be proud of, but you never thought it was necessarily something to be ashamed of. But if he didn’t want you to know, then you’d play ignorant. You couldn’t help but smile at the thought that he perhaps cared about what you thought of him. He was a bit rough around the edges, but in a way, it was kind of charming and refreshing to be around.

The restaurant owner seemed delighted to see you again. “Jiwonnie’s pretty friend! What brings you back so soon?” You sheepishly explained that you needed to use the bathroom, and she gladly obliged, shuffling you along to the back of the restaurant. 

When you went to thank the lady for her hospitality, you saw her holding up a small plastic bag with two long foil rolls of kimbap. “Ajumma...” you mumbled in surprise. “What is this for?” As she passed you the food, she clasped your hands within hers. “... Please look after Jiwon.” The corners of her eyes wrinkled as she gave you a warm smile. “Please,” she repeated.  You nodded automatically, mostly because you couldn’t possibly bring yourself to say or do otherwise in front of this kind woman. You couldn’t help but wonder why the restaurant owner seemed to care so much for him. By the way he called her “Ajumma,” it was clear they weren’t related.  “He’s really a nice boy, you know,” the owner said, adding a small sigh at the end. You gave her a smile in return. “I know.”  You weren’t actually sure if what you were saying was true - you barely knew the guy. But the words had left your tongue even before you realized what you were saying.

“Yo, Jiwon. You’re late.” Hanbin glared, tapping his watch impatiently. “Again.”

Jiwon shrugged casually. “I had a debt to repay. My b.” He gave his leader a cocky smile. “I’d say it won’t happen again, but we both know I’d be lying.”

“What debt?” Junhoe asked curiously. “Money?”

“Nah. It’s nothing.”

Donghyuk smirked knowingly. Junhoe could be a little slow sometimes. Jiwon had fallen off the radar the other day after they got into a bit of a scuffle with a gang from two towns over, and they had feared the worst. Then, they most of them had noticed how he had returned neatly bandaged up - that was the strangest part. It had been clear that it was not a layman’s handiwork; Jinhwan had even greeted him with, “Wow, look who’s back looking like a nice little present. All you’re missing is a bow!” But Jiwon going to the hospital willingly, or the rival gang dropping him off at the emergency room, did not seem like likely scenarios.  Donghyuk knew Hanbin had asked Jiwon about it, but the rest of them hadn’t felt like poking and prodding an markedly injured friend at the time. But it seemed safe to assume this “debt” Jiwon was referring to was about that night. 

“So who is it?” Donghyuk asked in a hush tone, just out of Junhoe’s radius.

Jiwon raised an eyebrow. Donghyuk had always been one of the rather sharper tools in the shed. “It’s no one you know.”

Donghyuk rolled his eyes. “Hyung, you’re no fun.”

“Yep. I’m a bore.”

Donghyuk smirked. “It’s a girl, isn’t it?”

Jiwon’s eyes narrowed. How is this kid reading me so easily?

It was normal to share most of their daily happenings and such with each other - after all, unwavering trust between the members was the main reason why they were such a formidable group.  But Jiwon didn’t feel like sharing your information with the group. The less involved you were, the better. You ran with a completely different circle after all.

In fact, it would probably be best if he just cut you out now that he had “repaid” his debt. It wasn’t much of a repayment though, he thought to himself. 

He decided he’d keep you around a little longer... Just ‘til we’re even.

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only then (pt. 2)

KIM JIWON (BOBBY) X READER

Type | Genre: badboy au | fluff/angst Word Count: 1376 A/N: wow, thanks for all the love, all! <3 i’m usually a super slow writer, but ya’ll motivated me~

part one three

Jiwon couldn’t clearly recall his savior’s face. He had been so out of it, and all young Korean women with long wavy hair looked generally the same to him (unless they were unusually hot). In fact, he didn’t even recognize you as you rang him up at the register at your grandmother’s small bakery. 

He would have just left without a word if the little boy hadn’t knocked over the last few crumbs of his cake onto the floor. But as you pushed up your sleeves to wipe up the mess, he saw the same thing he had seen when he had grabbed you by the wrist -- a protruding reddish scar, peeking out from your sleeve. 

As you headed back towards the counter, you felt a firm grip on your shoulder. You swallowed.  “Why didn’t you say something?” came his growl. “It’s you, isn’t it?”

You slowly turned around, meekly nodding. “I didn’t... think, um, it was necessary?” You replied unsurely. To be honest, you had seen him walk into the bakery and had been somewhat relieved he hadn’t recognized you. Approaching his intimidating figure had not been the first thing on your to-do list. 

Jiwon wouldn’t admit it, but for the past few days, he had been hanging around the area of your apartment trying to perhaps run into you somehow. He didn’t care enough to linger at your door until you came home from work, but his conscience was nagging at him, and he couldn’t help but sort of try and look for you.

Now that he had confronted you, he felt a little uncomfortable. The right thing would be to thank you profusely, try to repay your kindness... but he wasn’t very good at that kind of blatantly nice stuff. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

But to his surprise, you broke the silence with a bright smile. “Your bruises... they’re almost gone!”  He instinctively took a step back as you reached for his face. Your eyes suddenly widened as you realized you were invading his privacy. You had just wanted to check on his injuries out of habit -- you were a nurse after all. “Sorry,” you muttered sheepishly. “Bad habit.”  The corner of Jiwon’s lip tugged up as he saw you fiddle with your bangs nervously. 

“When are you done?” He asked suddenly, catching you off guard.

“Um... probably will close up soon... then I need to clean so...” You checked the time. “Close to 10, I think...” Your eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. “Why?”

“Wanna eat?” 

His question sounded so casual, as if you two were longtime friends. 

It wasn’t that Jiwon wanted to eat with you. In fact, he could probably go as far as to say he hated eating with strangers.  But right now, it seemed like the only thing he could possibly offer as some sort of repayment. It definitely wasn’t enough, but at least it was a start.

He was almost insulted by the way you stared back at him blankly instead of eagerly accepting his offer. Most girls would have died for him to take them out on a meal -- not that you knew that. 

He glanced at his watch. It had gotten cracked during the beatdown, but somehow it was still working, through the downpour and all. He was supposed to technically show up for work by 10:30PM latest, but he was late practically all the time.  So he took a seat at one of the empty tables and watched as you swept up the floor, bagged up the leftover pastries, and cleared the cash register. 

His staring made you a little self conscious, but thankfully your hair hid your reddening ears. You wondered to yourself for the hundredth time why he would possibly ask you to eat. Was it a date? Or was it just because he felt like he owed you something? Because frankly, you would feel more comfortable with just going straight home tonight.  But for some reason -- maybe it was simply because he intimidated you -- you couldn’t tell him to just leave.

And after you finally turned over the ‘OPEN’ sign to ‘CLOSED,’ you found yourself following him down the road. 

“Hey!” You nervously called out. He was walking a few paces in front of you. He halted in his tracks and turned, cocking his head questioningly. “Before we go anywhere... I want to know your name.” That wasn’t too much to ask, was it?

He chuckled. He hadn’t even realized he had never introduced himself. He had simply assumed you had known who he was all along. It was a little conceited, but he considered himself somewhat well known in the neighborhood. “I’m Jiwon. You?”

“Y/N,” you replied. “L/N, Y/N.” 

“Pretty.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at his casual comment. The compliment slid off his tongue so smoothly that it you could tell he tossed around sweet nothings all the time, but they were somehow still so flattering.

You didn’t know, but the restaurant he took you to was right across the nightclub he worked part-time at. It was just convenient and cheap. 

“Oh, Jiwon-ah!” The owner sang excitedly, running out from the kitchen area. “You’re back!... And you brought a new friend!” He was pretty close to the owner after all the late night post-work meals. He slightly bowed his head in a casual greeting. “Ajumma, two bowls of noodles and a roll of kimbap!”  She nodded but before making her way back to the kitchen, she leaned close into his ear. “She doesn’t seem like your type,” she whispered. “... Too nice for you.” He scowled. “Ajumma!” He shouted. “It’s not like that,” he hissed. He knew she was used to seeing him bring in girls in high heels and tight dresses... and at odd hours of the night.  On the the other hand, you, in your casual jeans and sweater, were the complete opposite. 

You sat quietly, trying not to eavesdrop on their conversation, but the owner was not very good at whispering. You shot her a small smile when she called you ‘too nice.’ She gave you a knowing wink before getting back to the kitchen.

You expected the next following moments to be awkward and uncomfortable, but to your pleasant surprise, Jiwon was actually entertaining. 

“... but yeah, this sauce is so good but goddamn spicy. I actually dared a friend of mine to eat an entire spoonful for 10 bucks, and he fucking did it, that idiot!” He couldn’t help but start to laugh at the memory. “He was shrieking and crying while running around in circles, flapping his hands. Like some sort of psycho ostrich.” 

You had to pause from eating as your originally quiet chuckles grew audible when Jiwon began to imitate the movement. And when he heard you laugh loudly for the first time that night, his lips spread into a wide grin. His teeth reminded you of a rabbit, in a cute way, but you kept the thought to yourself.

“... Ah, the things you can get Hanbin to do for just 10 bucks,” he reminisced fondly.

You jumped a little in your seat. “Oh, I know him! ... Well, sort of.” It felt nice to finally have something in common.

Jiwon felt a little insulted that you knew Hanbin and yet hadn’t known him, but he didn’t voice his jealousy. Instead he responded coolly with, “Oh, really? We can all hang out some time.”

You raised your hands up defensively. “Oh, we’re not friends,” you corrected. “We just... uh, vaguely know each other.” You had gone to elementary school with Hanbin, but that felt like once upon a time. 

Jiwon shrugged carelessly. “Makes no difference.” He grinned. “You can see all the dumb things Hanbin does for $10 for yourself... Trust me, it’ll be fun,” he reassured.

You hadn’t even once entertained the idea of hanging out with Jiwon or the rowdy group of friends he hung out with. But the invitation was surprisingly more alluring than you wanted to admit.

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Only then is amazing i can’t wait for prt 2

hoping to get it out today or tomorrow ;) thanks for the support, love!

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Only then is soooo good 👏💛

wow :’) my first compliment & ask! i am completely flattered! thank you~!! i’m super into bobby these days lol so i’m working on pt 2 right now as we speak hehe 

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only then (pt. 1)

KIM JIWON (BOBBY) X READER

Type | Genre: badboy au | fluff/angst Word Count: 849 A/N: Obsessed with this guy’s smile & laugh lately

Part Two

It was raining when you saw him. You almost missed him in the downpour, but the glint of his chain caught your eye just in time before you passed the alleyway. He was sitting on the floor leaning against the garbage dumpster, and when you cautiously approached him, you could see his bruised and bloody face. His chest was heaving although his head was tilted down as if he were asleep. You immediately shouted for help, but no one was in the area at this time of night. You covered him with your umbrella and tried to get his attention, gently prodding his shoulders. He stirred a bit, his closed eyes wincing in the slightest. “Hey, are you okay?” You repeated. “Can you get up?”

It was only when he finally lifted his head that you realized you had seen him before. He was part of Hanbin’s crew, a group of young men that had somewhat of a rough reputation in town. You vaguely knew Hanbin -- he wasn’t as mean and scary as people thought. But this guy, the one who sat before you... well, he looked more intimidating than the leader.

“Hey, you should go to the hospit--” Your words got caught in your throat when he suddenly jerked his hand out to grab your wrist. His left eye opened a crack to take a look at you for just a moment before closing, with his grip loosening soon after. Somehow the message was clear that he did not want to go to the hospital.

Regardless of the fear that set your heart pounding, you couldn’t leave the guy in the rain. And with great effort and struggle, you managed to drag him to your apartment. You lived with your grandmother, and thankfully she was asleep when you brought him inside. 

You were equally soaked as he was by the time you reached your door, but the first thing you had to do was get your guest dried off and clean his wounds. But as you stared at his resting figure, your face turned a bright red. You weren’t a child, but it just felt wrong to put your hands on his body. You managed to get off his shirt with trembling fingers. You gingerly wiped down his torso which was now painted red and purple with bruises. Thankfully it seemed like the open cuts were few and not too deep. 

You saved his lower body for last, tending to the injuries on his face first. You swallowed hard as you went for his belt.  You let go of your breath that you didn’t even realize you were holding. You couldn’t do it. You felt like you were violating him. 

So you put that chore aside for a few minutes to get changed into dry clothes. Even though he seemed out of it, you felt like you had to change in the bathroom. But when you got back to your room with an extra blanket, clothes, and pillows for your guest, he was shivering.

You nudged him awkwardly. “Hey... You need to change.” You somehow found an old tee and sweats that had belonged to your dad that you sometimes wore to sleep.  You managed to get the shirt on him by yourself, and after enough prodding, he grunted weakly in response. To your shock, he began to slowly shimmy out of his pants, seemingly eager to get out of his wet jeans. You immediately turned away and threw the sweats at his face. “Tell me when you’re finished!”

“Done,” he grumbled, barely audible. You sighed in relief when you saw him fully clothed. As you towel dried his hair, you suddenly felt awkward now that he was aware of everything you were doing. 

You set a cup of water on the nightstand by your bed along with two tablets of over-the-counter pain medicine. “For when you wake up,” you murmured.

Taking one last look at him to make sure he was comfortable and warm, you shut off the lights.  You just might have heard him mumble a ‘good night,’ but you could have been imagining it.

You fell asleep on the couch that night, but made sure to wake up before your grandmother so she wouldn’t suspect anything strange. You got ready for your shift at the hospital a little earlier than usual, and placed a small note by the cup of water letting him know he could rest as long as he needed and eat what he wanted from the refrigerator, but to stay clear of your grandmother (she’d probably be out of the house after 9AM). 

You weren’t that surprised when you returned home to an empty room. You were a little disappointed at his rudeness that he had not left a single word about where he was going or how to reach him. But ironically he had been polite enough to make your bed, fold your father’s old clothes, and wash the water cup. 

You sighed. You didn’t even know his name.

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noisy neighbor pt.1

JUNGKOOK X READER

Type | Genre: fuckboy neighbor au | fluff Word Count: 1098 A/N: used to be so into jungkook at one point, but honestly he’s just too young for me lol... but I personally think he fits so well into that fuckboy au vibe so here it goes! Didn’t expect this to be chaptered, but thought the structure was better if I broke up the story into parts.

You wouldn’t have moved into this godforsaken apartment -- no matter how much of a steal it was -- if you had known what kind of rude asshole lived next door. But then again, it was very possible that the reason this one-bedroom suite had been so cheap was because of the terrible living situation produced by said neighbor.

It had been almost a month since you had moved to this building to be closer to campus. And what a miserable month it had been. 

You needed to be closer to school because this year was crucial to your thesis -- that meant more meetings with professors, more research to do at the library, and just more time on campus in general. 

But during exam time (which was often), students packed into libraries to capacity. Not to mention, you were the type of student who liked to spread your books, snacks, and laptop wide across the table to multitask efficiently.  So that meant you were usually stuck at home to get your work done.  And it was especially during these times that you couldn’t stand your neighbor.

For one, he was practically nocturnal. He could have possibly been a bat in his past life for all you knew because it seemed like he slept when the sun was rising and woke up for a late lunch.

And to make it worse, he simply enjoyed being extremely noisy during the wee hours of the night as if no one was around to hear him.  And just your luck, there were only two apartments per floor, so there was no one else to complain to management. 

If things seemed like it couldn’t be any more terrible, the noises he (and his partner) liked to make were usually of a sexual nature and unusually lewd. As if he had no shame!

You had ignored it the first week, tried banging on the wall for the second week -- all considering you wanted to come off as an amicable new neighbor. -- and it was only last week when you had finally mustered the courage to knock on his door at 3AM to give him a piece of your mind.

You had expected an, ‘I’m so sorry! I’ll try to be more quiet from now on. How inconsiderate of me.’ Or at least something along those lines...

But instead, what you had been met with was a groan, a roll of his eyes, and something that sounded a lot like, ‘geez, does this chick have a stick up her ass?’

The girl he had been banging that night came sliding up behind him, slinking her skinny arms around his bare waist, leaning her chin onto his shoulder. She then had given you a dirty look and scoffed, “Leave us alone. So annoying.” She then had rubbed her hands up and down his abdomen softly. “Oppa, come back to bed,” she crooned, the tone of her voice changing 180°.

Your neighbor had then sighed, followed by a second roll of his eyes. “Look, we’ll try to keep it down.” Without even giving you time to respond, he had closed the door in your face.

That had been your first real encounter with the worst neighbor on the planet. The previous few times you had crossed paths or shared the elevator, you shot him obvious glares. For some reason, he always seemed to respond with an amused smirk and an overly friendly wave.

The second conversation then came two days later when he was once again hooking up with someone and being unnecessarily loud -- almost like he was doing it on purpose to piss you off. Once again, he hadn’t shown much remorse.

“Oh, she’s a new one. Not that chick I saw on Wednesday,” you quipped when you saw his girl make her appearance behind him. She flushed red and grew visibly angry. She stormed back into the room, got dressed and (to your delight) shoved him to the side. “You said you couldn’t remember the last time you brought a girl home!” She screamed before skipping the elevator and stomping down the staircase in too-high heels.

“What the fuck,” he snapped. “Goddamn. What the fuck is your problem?”

You glared. “What the fuck is yours?! It’s called having manners! It’s fucking 2AM. People are trying to sleep!”

“It’s a fucking Friday, grandma. Live a little!” 

There had been more yelling and cursing... and ultimately not much compromise.

Now you were sitting at your desk, listening to more of his grunts and probably some different girl’s moans. You were trying to concentrate on how to rephrase parts of your essay and that required being able to hear yourself think.

Groaning, you banged your palm against the wall as a warning. Just because he was sort of -- actually, just a teensy bit -- good looking, he thought he could have his way when it came to girls.  Well, you wouldn’t be so easily swayed. Your lease was one-goddamn-year long. You’d make him shut up even if it killed you. 

To your pleasant surprise, the sex seemed to come to an end earlier than usual, and you were able to enjoy peace and quiet for once. You probably hadn’t won the war just yet, but at least you had won tonight’s battle. A small smile curved up onto your lips with the thought that he had prematurely finished... or possibly lost his drive? 

You saw him the next morning as you were off to campus, up at a normal human time for once.  “G’morning,” he greeted civilly between a yawn. His eyes were half open, and his hair was an adorable mess.

“Um... morning?” you replied unsurely. Perhaps he was so sleepy that he had forgotten that you hated his soul.

It wasn’t until you realized he was following you on your walk that you spoke again. “... Are you actually going to school today?” 

“I have to. Exam,” he replied tersely. “Fucking exams.”

You hadn’t even been sure until now that he was a student. Because you had never seen him on campus... or even awake at normal university operating hours.

“Well, see ya around,�� he mumbled with a lazy wave before heading into a different turn.

You stared at him blankly. His completely different demeanor this morning was unsettling. “... G-Good luck?” You blurted out the words without thinking, surprising yourself. He turned around and his lips spread into a smile. It was kind of goofy but unexpectedly... charming. 

And just maybe, your heart beat just the tiniest teensiest bit faster.

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m a s t e r l i s t [under construction]

italics = in progress

fluff [☼] | angst [⌘] | mature [✿] series [✉] | drabble [☃]

✈✈ B T O B

⁂ Jung Ilhoon

j u s t friends -- {idol au} [⌘][☃]

✈✈ B T S

⁂ Suga

dear producer -- {idol au} [☼][☃]

⁂ V

letters to you -- {slice of life au} [☼][⌘][✉]         prologue one two

⁂ Jungkook

noisy neighbor -- {fuckboy au) [☼][✿][✉]

✈✈ E X O

⁂ Chanyeol

tba

✈✈ iKON

⁂ Hanbin (B.I.)

Stressed out -- {idol au} [⌘][☃]

⁂ Jiwon (Bobby)

Only Then -- {badboy au} [⌘][✉]         One Two Three Four Five Six

⁂ Jinhwan

Blackout -- {friend au}  [☼][☃]

✈✈ MONSTA X

⁂ Kihyun

tba -- {pre-debut girlfriend au} 

✈✈ WANNA ONE

⁂ Ong Seongwoo

Once in a lifetime love -- {drabble}

au ideas (mostly for myself, but all be inspired!):

fuckboy neighbor au

ex-childhood friends au

pre-debut girlfriend au

doctor-patient au

class reunion au

thank you for reading my nonsense. ♥

(i’ll make this page prettier when i have time heh)

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dear producer

SUGA x READER

Type | Genre: idol au | fluff Word Count: 454 A/N: FYI, Yoongi’s my bias in BTS

Yoongi watched as you read through the lyrics for the tenth time. You were in your own little world, bobbing your head and tapping your foot lightly to the music. Cute, he mused.

“Hyung, take a picture. It’ll last longer,” Namjoon joked, giving him a playful prod. 

“Shut up,” he hissed back, ears turning slightly pink. Thankfully your headphones saved him from further embarrassment.

He was here as one of the producers, but he had to admit he was a little envious of Namjoon who not only worked on creating the lyrics with you, but was also recording the song with you as a duo. Then again, Namjoon was the one who had introduced him to you in the first place a few months ago, so he didn’t know whether to feel jealous or thankful.

“You really outdid yourself this time, sunbae,” you commented as you slid off the headphones.

Yoongi couldn’t hide his gummy smile as he took a seat besides you. “Hm, really? I was hoping for some more constructive criticism.”

You bit your lip nervously. You hadn’t known him long, and you felt like you would be overstepping boundaries by offering suggestions or comments. 

“Come on, seriously. What is it?” He pushed. He couldn’t help but go a step further and gently nudge your knee with his.

You instinctively retracted your knee, wondering if anyone had seen his flirtatious move. Since you had met him, Yoongi had always been a slight tease. You weren’t sure if this was just his personality, or perhaps -- and you couldn’t imagine why -- if he was like this only with you.  It’s not that you minded. Actually, you kind of liked it -- not that you’d ever admit it.

“Just tell me, Y/N,” he insisted.

Eavesdropping into the conversation, Namjoon butted in. “Yeah, just shit on him all you want, Y/N. It’s okay,” he joked, earning a hard shove from Yoongi.

“Well, during the bridge, I thought it’d sound better without the background chimes... And maybe on this part here, to go up half a key?” You shyly suggested, pointing out the specific sections with your finger.  You heard Yoongi hum interestedly to himself. 

“I think that might just be...” A wide smile broke out onto his face. “... a really good idea.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Geez, are you sure you don’t want to try producing, Y/N? You’re making me look bad.”

You instantly waved your hands in protest. “No, no. I’m clueless at that kind of stuff, really.” 

He grinned. “I could teach you. One-on-one maybe, yeah?”

You stared blankly, words caught in your throat. And you blinked at that moment, but you could have sworn you saw him wink.