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Title: Baby big bum

Word count: 2400

Group: Got7

Pairing: Jaebum X reader

Genre: sad, a bit fluffy

Trigger warnings: a lot. Suicide, slight bullying, character death, food

Description: when your phone buzzing interrupts your lecture you turn your phone off not realising that the calls you were missing may have been the most important calls of your entire life.

The buzzing of your phone interrupted your speech and heads turn towards the rectangular shaped object that now was lit up with the a name written across the top. As everyone leans over to check the name you pray it isn’t who you think it is. But as giggle start dispersing in the crowd you sigh realising that it really was who you were praying it wasn’t. Slowly with your head hung you walk over to the screen reading ‘BABY BIG BUM’ with a kissy emoji and deny the call request only for it to pop up again once more. Embarrassed and slightly angry you decide it would be best to simply turn your phone off and continue the lecture as if nothing happened.

“You see it isn’t hard to connect past to present or even future,” you continue as the student settle down for now, some giggles still bouncing off the giant seminar room walls “Not knowing the past of a place or even a person can make it harder to predict the future.” one of the more pretentious students’ hand flew up and you help back the want to roll your eyes simply wondering what it could be this time

“Why do we need to predict the future? I don’t understand the need to know everything about someone or somewhere past.” The kid asked after you welcomed their question. Thank god this was an easy question.

“Great question.” You begin forcing the words out even though what you wanted to say was ‘what don’t you get? Did you not read the text?’ “being able to predict the future based on past is very important for people who have a known streak of rage outbreaks or suicidal actions, seeing these in the past and knowing they happened allows for us to prepare for the future.” taking a breath you continue “If a building is built on land that is known to be rocky then the builders have the knowledge to properly build so that the building will not fall. In the same aspect if a building is built on land that is unknown whether it is smooth or rocky then the builders have a harder time building the foundation and the risk is it collapsing, maybe even taking casualties in it’s fall.”

The class was silent and a smile grew across your face as you watched the student’s mouths drop open and even some of their eyes glisten with respect. You knew you had winned them back from the incident earlier with your phone ringing.

Taking a seat and crossing your legs you call out asking for any more questions. Expecting nothing to come up you look at the students as they whisper. But in the crowd you see one kid, who is seated in a chair you had sworn was empty before, seems to be debating whether to ask his question or not; seeing the opportunity you look into his eyes until his catch yours and you nod signalling for him to ask. While he holds eye contact you suddenly feel as though you had seen him before, had he been in one of your other classes? Why did it seem as if you had met him before? The colour, the shape, even the emotions held in his eyes reminded you of someone.

“Are you saying that everything that happens in the past can predict the future?” the boy’s eyes drop right after asking but as they fall you catch a little bit hurt and curiosity in his eyes.

“Not everything will be repeated as we do learn from our mistake -one of the very reasons why it’s important to make mistakes- but yes there is a possibility that things will in fact repeat even if it is in a different way.” you answer still wondering the exact scenario the boy is thinking of. “Would you like to give me an example and I could try to map out how it may repeat?”

The boy doesn't look up but nods and his voice carries to your ears, broken and hurt. “What if they’ve tried to commit suicide before in the past multiple times but they are happy now? What if they still have those thoughts even though they are happy and in love?”

The question stunned you. What had this boy been through? What had hurt him so much? A couple giggles arise from the class and anger fuels you.

“This is not something to laugh at. Someone just shared an example and that is all it is; if you find this situation or example funny then I request you take a cosmetics class instead. Maybe then you will be pretty on the outside to make up for your ugly inside”

A couple ‘ohh's arise from the students but you brush it off and continue answering the question, thinking of the nicest way to say it.

“Looking at it both scientifically and emotionally, yes, there is in fact a possibility that they will wish to repeat the action even if the main emotion they feel is happiness. Though this is more of a psychology question that is another course I teach and so I am willing to explain further.” switching your mind to a psychological state you continue; “People who experience suicidal thoughts -or tendencies- do not only experience these thoughts while sad but rather all the time and if given the opportunity they may in fact repeat the behavior.”

The buzzer finally chimed and the sound of shuffling paper could be heard as the students packed up for their next class. The students file out some giving you strange looks and other whispering to each other just loud enough for you to catch little fragments of their conversations. The occasional “She’s crazy” or “what was that last one about?” floated through the air but you didn’t mind you were to busy looking for the boy but he was nowhere to be seen.

Dropping your head and converting your gaze back to the work spread in front of you in a messy manner you don’t even notice the footsteps coming closer to you until a small voice asks

“Can we talk?”

You look up to meet the eyes of the boy who had asked the last question. Nodding quickly you pull a standard blue chair up beside your desk and the boy sits down. Just as you are about to offer that he can place his books on your desk you realise that he doesn’t have any books, not even a book bag. Though it’s strange there are students who may be too poor to afford the text and so you keep silent and instead study the boy. Though the students are very young compared to you this boy seemed to be no older than ten years old maybe twelve… what was this? You hadn’t heard of any special exceptions for brainy kids yet this year?

“So what’s your name?” you ask and the boy focusses his eyes on your face, squinting as if he can’t see you very well.

“Jae..” he responds and looks down at his hands, studying them as if he had never seen them before. “Jae.” he says again this time more confident.

As you are about to answer you hear a sharp knock on your door and one of the other professors -Choi Youngjae- pops his head in and looks around the room, not once acknowledging the boy.

“Are you busy?” he asks, only looking at you. You wonder why he is bothering you when you are busy with a student but he obviously wants something as you can almost see the excitement swimming in his gaze.

Making an awkward head movement to point out the student you reply with; “Yes i’m busy but maybe give me ten minutes and we can chat?”

His smile drops but he nods understandingly. “Work sure is piling up these days.” with a long sigh he waves and makes his hands look as if he’s eating a hamburger to signal that he’ll be in the cafeteria and you nod with a small laugh.

Turning back to Jae you notice he seems to be a lot more into a day dreamy state than before and you feel your stomach growl signalling that this little meeting needed to be over soon. But before you can apologise the boy makes eye contact with you and whispers, “You should have picked up your phone… be careful cars are dangerous” before walking straight out the door and not looking back.

Remembering your phone you turn it back on not only to see 14 missed calls from your boyfriend but also 5 from his mother and 15 texts from both combined. Unlocking the phone with shaky hands as the worry starts to rise in your body. Reading the messages the first thing to catch your eyes is the word ‘hospital’ and ‘may be his last few minutes’

Grabbing your jacket adrenaline flows through you and you forget the strange boy and Youngjae’s invite to lunch. Only focusing on your boyfriend, the man you love, being injured.

Everything just seems to happen automatically as your mind wanders as to what could have possibly happened to him, to your lovely Im Jaebum. Did he get into a fight again? It did that quite often these days and it scared you but he was so cute that you would forget about it. He started giving you his jackets and sweaters and giving you little gifts that you knew were things that meant the world to him.

“Please be okay Jaebum…” you whisper to no one as the hospital comes into view. “Stay alive for me”

As the hospital doors open and you feel your feet hit the hard floor and the pressure builds in your lungs you can’t help but think of everything that had built up to this point, how you could have simply picked up the phone during class, or even understood that he wouldn’t interrupt you if it hadn’t been really important. What if you had picked up? Would he have been okay? What happened to him?

“You’re here!” Jaebum’s mother greeted wiping tears out of her eyes and pulling you into the hospital room where Jaebum was sprawled out on the stretcher, white sheets laying peacefully over his long limbs. With the sun pointing onto his face he truly looked like an angel, like something out of a dream.

“What happened?” You asked,eyes never leaving Jaebum as you took slow steps forward almost worried you would break the peaceful spell that seemed to surround him.

“He doesn’t have much time, I’ll tell you later but for now maybe it’s just better you say…” She didn’t need to finish what she was going to say. You knew what she meant. It was time to say good bye.

“Jaebum…” you whispered and his eyelids fluttered in the slightest acknowledgment. “Jaebum I don’t want to-”  cut off by your own throat choking up while you denied the tears from falling. “I don’t want to say goodbye… I-i love you too much.”

“I love you too y/n…” Jaebum croaked, trying to move his head to face you but the pain was evident as his face scrunched and his eyebrows furrowed, leaving lines of pain on his perfect face. “I love you more and more each day… I know you’ll do good without me…” the words stung, he knew this was the end. “Take care of yourself, I love you…” just as he finished his words a flat tine appeared in an almost comically stereotypical manner. Jaebum’s mother burst out in tears but the water works just couldn’t make it to yours eyes.

It was as if the world had numbed to a point where nothing was real anymore… nothing was real without Jaebum. Turning to look around the room you’re not sure exactly what you are looking for… maybe something to make this all feel real? Something to make this reality feel less like a terrible dream and something to bring you back to real life… anything.

“I’m so sorry Jaebum…” Jaebum’s mother whispers and you notice she’s holding a picture frame, old with a fake wood boarder and a picture of a young boy. A young jaebum. As she whispered little apologies and promises she wanted to keep into the frame while tears rolled down her face you take a closer look at the boy in the frame.

As you walk closer your heart seems to beat faster and your eyes clear up, getting a clear look at the boy but even while looking into his eyes your brain denies it… it can’t be… it is. The boy in the frame, the strange boy in your class…

“It was him the whole time.” the boy, his warning about history repeating itself, the warning about cars… the whole time it was Jaebum. The whole time if you had simply picked up the phone maybe you could have made it earlier… if you had recognised your boyfriend as a child you would have been able to say everything you wanted to, been able to tell him how much you love him and how you couldn’t live without him.

Finally the world set in and the tears flowed leaving you a living puddle of human tears and a mess over your boyfriend's dead body that laid still and cold. Suddenly your phone buzzed but no words showed for the only person you wanted to be calling you was lying lifeless under you, body cold and eyes dead.

Looking down at your buzzing phone you watch as Jaebum’s caller id shows on the screen but instead of his normal photo you had set when you two had first started dating,the boy from earlier showed on the screen. 

Hung and crying.

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Title: A Real Brother

Word count: 1725

Group: BTS

Pairing: Jin X Jungkook (platonic ship)

Genre: fluff, platonic love

Trigger warnings: food

Description: He was like an older brother.. A motherly figure to most. He cared and that was really all Jungkook could ask for, he could only ever ask for someone to really genuinely care for him and about him.

Jin reached his hand out to grab Taehyung’s shoulder. It was the same choreography they had practiced many times before and for the past two months Jungkook had been able to hold it in though it had been hard. But nothing was worse than the mama’s performance where Taehyung had back hugged Jin, or even the end of the spring day choreo where Jin was forced to hold Jimin, the pink haired child who would never appreciate Jin’s love. All the members were idiots who took Jin’s caring nature for granted and bullied him despite Jin never returning any insults but rather turning the situation into a funny one with his blabbering mouth and face which turned purple because he never stopped to take a breath once he started ranting.

Jungkook could see himself grabbing Taehyung by the stupid choker they were forced to wear because of the ‘concept’ and yelling at him about how lucky he was that he got to be so close to Jin in the choreography, screaming in his face that he didn’t deserve all the love Jin gave him, screaming he’s not worthy of-

The whistle blew, the noise circulating through the plain walls of the practice room and bouncing off the walls a million times and back into Jungkook’s ears as he realised what had happened.

“Jungkook this is the fourth time you’ve zoned out at the same spot in the dance. Do you need help to learn it again?” the choreographers rude remark flew across the room and just as Jungkook was about to sass them back which most likely would have resulted in more exercise and less food for the next week. Before a word could escape his voice Jungkook felt a warm hand rest on his shoulder and kind words fill his ears as Jin’s voice echoed back powerfully;

“We’re all having a hard time. I suggest we simply take another shot and if that doesn’t work we can simply come back tomorrow again…” Jin make threatening eye contact with the cross armed choreographer who only slightly seemed taken aback by Jin’s standing up for Jungkook. “We all know what it’s like to be the one making mistakes…”

Yoongi sighed from across the room, opening his mouth ready to join the rebellion but the choreographer backed off placing their hands up in defense and making a motion as if they were a servant telling the boys to enjoy their meal with a sour expression. Jungkook looked finally at Jin who’s caring expression Jungkook had expected to see was instead replaced with a cold and tired expression which made Jungkook feel a pang of guilt. He really hadn’t thought about how tired his other members may be but instead let his jealousy get the best of him.

“I’m sorry hyung…” Jungkook dropped his head while the apology escaped his lips, not able to look into Jin’s disappointed eyes. A deep sigh came from the older boy who leaned down and pulled Jungkook into a warm hug.

“It’s alright, let’s just get this over with for the fans alright.”

…

It had taken many many years for Jungkook to finally be able to appreciate the time and effort Jin had put into his life. Jin had -on countless occasions- chosen making Jungkook’s life better in sacrifice of Jin’s own. When food was short or Jungkook was being pressured to get abs or anything else Jin would always be there to tell whoever was pressuring Jungkook, even if it was Jungkook himself, that Jungkook was still young and he still needed time to act immature and time to grow.

“You’re still young kookie you need time to figure things out alright?” Jin’s words echoed in the back of the young boy’s mind whenever he was feeling as though everything were simply too much to handle. It was true, Jungkook was still young and he did put much too much stress upon himself, setting unachievable standards, sacrificing his health for a good body.

Two loud knocks on the door sounded as Jin’s knuckles rapped on the hollow wood which made the noise echoed more than it would have if their dorm hadn’t been the crappiest and cheapest the company could find. Jungkook looked up, making eye contact with Jin and signalling for him to enter.

“Are you alright jk?” Jin asked, mom voice on and motherly love mode activated. Jungkook could tell from his tone that this wasn’t going to be some quick conversation that could be simply put off with a ‘i’m fine’ and some lame excuse; Jin came for answers. “You’re not one to be so distracted, the other members are worried too…” That was what Jin always said when the members were angry or upset. To Jin the members were ‘worried’.

“I don’t know..” Jungkook started the statement not realising what exactly to say next. ‘The members take you for granted and I feel guilty for never have told you I really do love you and thank you for taking care of me’? Yeah that would go down very smooth wouldn’t it?

“Of course you know jk… I can see it in your eyes that you’re hiding something from me.” Jungkook sometimes hated the fact that Jin always knew when Jungkook was hiding something from him or when he was upset.

“I’m not hyu-” Jungkook started but Jin simply tsked and shook his head, taking a deep breath obviously getting ready for a long speech.

“Jungkook I raised you, protected you from the other members and tried to help you out of your shell. Even when you were too shy to eat with us I would make you a meal and set up your spot so that no one forgot you were still living with us and so they never forgot that it was all of our job to help you become comfortable. You didn’t even know but some nights I would stay up until I heard the shower both turn on and off to ensure that you had cleaned before bed…” A deep breath followed the speech as Jin swallowed back tears and his face returned back to the normal colour from the slight purple which had shown with his inability to breath while ranting. “At least tell me when you aren’t okay… I worry Jungkook… I worry…”

Jungkook took a deep breath trying to swallow the lump of sadness he could feel growing in his throat that he knew would result in voice cracks and most likely tears. Jin had been right, Jungkook hadn’t known about Jin staying up waiting for him, or setting up a dinner spot for him.

“Hyung I’m sorry I was distracted… I get upset when I see the others make fun of you..” Jin’s face twisted in confusion as his mouth opened and closed simultaneously as if he expected words to escape his lips but no noise came.

“Jk really? That’s what you were upset about?” Jin seemed closer to tears than he was even while ranting. “But I’m used to it now kookie you don’t need to worry-” Jungkook interrupted Jin by throwing himself into the older boy forcing Jin into a hug as tears fell from the younger's’ eyes. Jin was taken aback by not only the sudden closeness but also Jungkook’s display of emotion which the younger usually kept to himself.

“Hyung…” Jungkook started the sentence with a sniffle as he rubbed his nose against Jin’s favorite pink fluffy sweater. Jin held back his scolding, reading that this wasn’t exactly the right time for bringing up the state of his clothing. “Hyung I never really say thank you..” Jungkook trailed off for a second to collect his words and himself before continuing “I really am thankful for everything you’ve done, from protecting me always even to nagging me to make me better than I already am I know I make fun of you and give you trouble but really… thank you”

Jin’s smile spread even wider as tears started flowing down his cheeks. Jungkook jumped in concern but the older boy only shook his head; these weren’t sad tears. Jin couldn’t even describe how happy he was in that moment where Jungkook -the boy he had helped raise and had watched become more confident- told him that he was thankful.

The open door creaked open the tiniest bit more to reveal four peeking faces and what sounded like yoongi scolding hoseok for moving the door. Jin laughed and namjoon stepped forwards, hand scratching the back of his neck and mumbled something about being worried.   

“That was so cute..” Hoseok sniffled the words unsarcastically as he walked into the room and embraced Jin, him too rubbing his snotty nose against Jin’s sweater and this time Jin didn’t hold back his frustration and scolded Hoseok who sniffled and instead of letting go simply cuddled back into Jin’s neck. The other members who had previously been at the door now took this as a bonding opportunity and gathered around the youngest and oldest of the group to exchange words of love and multiple hugs.

As the boys finally let go of each other and headed back into the hall and towards the kitchen where they would most likely wait not so patiently for Jin to cook up a meal for them. But as Jin patted Jungkook’s knee and started making his exit to finally leave Jungkook alone, the younger boy grabbed his hyung’s arm, pulling him back and swallowing his pride as he said in a quiet voice;

“Hyung really… Thank you so much for everything” Jin’s smile spread across his face pride written in his eyes as jungkook continued. “I love you…”

“I love you too kookie~” Jin whispered back, leaning down and kissing the younger boy on the head and patting down his hair in a motherly way. “Dinner will be ready soon, come eat okay?” Jin backed out of the door, keeping eye contact with Jungkook who smiled and nodded.

“I’ll be there”

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Title:  Icing

Word count: 1300

Group: Monsta X

Pairing: Wonho X reader

Genre: fluff

Trigger warnings: food

Description: On your 18th Birthday you may be wearing a nice dress, and your mother may have made a nice cake for you… but Wonho has other plans as he starts the messiest food fight.

“Wonho you deep fried tit!” You scream while chasing the white haired boy who still held a little piece of the cake he just smashed in your face. Wonho laughed at your threatening tone, expertly climbing over the couch with one hand and pretending to throw the cake he held in his other in hopes to phase you.

“Catch me if you can y/n~” He called back as you run after him, not bothering with the couch and instead running beside it. Cake splatters on the ground as you run after Wonho and your eyelashes stick together as the frosting was only being rubbed more into your lashes while you ran and attempt to wipe the sweet substance out of your eyes. “How can you be so slow? This isn’t even fun if you’re so slow!” Wonho teased again, fisting the other piece of cake and throwing at you, just missing your shoulder and splatting the colourful icing that had once spelt ‘congrats for surviving 18 years’ (as per Wonho’s request and to your mother’s disappointment) all over the wall.

“This isn’t fun in the first place you ho!” You yell causing Wonho to snort playfully at his very original nickname you had given him. It really wasn’t authentic and not creative in the slightest but it was still his favorite nickname; because it had been given to him by you.

“Fine but you have to promise not to slap me!” he pouted and you suddenly realised that the plan of what to do after you caught him had never come up in your mind though it was most likely a couple light hits to the shoulder then laughter. Sighing deeply you drop your hands to your side from where they were originally pointing at him threateningly.

“How about you grab me a towel and I forgive you.” you bargain leading Wonho to shake his head but still he takes show steps towards the towel cupboard with his hands lifted so they are right beside his head, icing covered palms facing you. As Wonho opened the cupboard, the door blocking his view you walk over to what is left of the once beautiful cake your mother had made and grab a giant handful; walking skillfully and silently up behind your not much taller boyfriend and slamming the cake on the top of his head. Wonho lets out a small shriek only to be followed by a low growl and many threats.

“I was being nice!” He screams as you make your way up the staircase of your small two story apartment, flying up the slippery hardwood steps; heavy footsteps following you as you attempt to fling leftover cake from both your hair where he had originally thrown it and the icing which had stuck to your hands while you had thrown the cake on Wonho.

“Try harder!” you scream back while screeching as you feel Wonho catch up to you and imagine his buff arms swinging trying to catch the back of your shirt and pull you back to him. You could see hope as the top of the stairs approached but only to be met with disappointment and slight fear as you realise that your bedroom door is closed, giving Wonho enough time to catch up to you.

Thinking just maybe you might be able to escape him by deeking him out, you turn to face Wonho to not only find he is further behind you than expected but also has another fistful of cake in his clenched fists and a mischievous grin planted on his face.

“Oh shit…” you whisper under your breath and somehow that simply makes his smile bigger as he slows from a run to a slow but authoritative walk.

“Oh shit indeed…” as he finishes his words he launches the cake at your stomach, hoping there is no way for you to dodge and he’s right. The cake hits you square on your upper stomach and spraying all over your nice dress which you had chosen due to it being your 18th birthday but now seemed like a terrible choice considering that it was dry clean only and this was going to be one mess to explain to your local dry cleaners…

As the second handful of colorful cake hits your left shoulder and you feel some of the icing hit your face an arguably genius idea pops into your head and you rush Wonho. Throwing your cake covered self against him Wonho doesn’t suspect a thing and instinctively wraps his hands around you to stop you from falling, causing for the icing to spread from not only being on your nice dress but also onto his favorite shirt.

“Y/n!” He yelled in disgust but laughter rimmed his tone and he chuckled slightly when you booped his nose with your icing covered finger. Noticing the way your legs were wrapped around his waist and he had simply been able to adjust his hands to holding you up from under your thighs made you giggle slightly, he was so used to your shenanigans and random jumping hugs that neither had to think about it but rather the instincts kicked in and his hands wrapped around you protectively.

His eyes met yours and both you and him burst out into loud and exaggerated laughter as he let you down but still held you in a soft hug, kissing your forehead lightly then your cheek. Tilting your head up slightly you were able to catch his lips and there you two stood, at the top of your staircase, covered in icing and cake, kissing like it were the first time again.

Though it had been three years since you two had first started dating it really did feel like everyday the love you felt for him was stronger and stronger and felt like it was new each and every day. Even days when it seemed the love had slipped Wonho had always been there to remind you exactly why you fell in love with him in the first place…

Was it his smile? Was it the way he wrapped his arms around you so protectively? The way he looked at you like you were his whole world? The way he treated you like you were his whole world? You would never know the specifics. But what you did know is that you loved him more than you had ever loved anything or anyone before. He was both your end and your beginning, the death and the life, the sun and the moon, without him you would never have been the person you are today.

As the loving kiss ended and Wonho placed his forehead onto yours you notice the icing was more on him than you, which had been an unexpected but never unappreciated outcome. Wonho seemed to notice too because when he looked down at himself and your body laughing at the icing covered results. With a small chuckle Wonho looks back up to you his eyes stuck to yours and smile soft but noticeable.

Leaning in closer to Wonho your boyfriend goes for the kiss but you have other plans as you move your head to the side and whisper playfully into his ear; “I won.” confidently. 

Wonho smiles and after a quick peck on the cheek says; “That’s not the way icing it”

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Title: Too late

Word count: 2503

Group: BTS

Pairing: Gang!Tae X Cop!Kook

Genre: Action, Sad, comedy

Trigger warnings: there’s a lot! Blood, violence, drug mention, gang violence, police violence, character death. Basically all about gangs and fighting

Description: Tae is the leader of a gang which is unlike others out there, this gang uses their man power to hunt down criminals and uses violence to lock the worst of people up. Kook is a cop who has been friends (and maybe more) with Tae for a long time and yet still doesn’t know the truth that Tae is more than a simple gangster. This story is inspired by this post and this blog

Tae spit the blood that had gathered in his mouth and mixed with saliva onto the uneven gravel covered road which he sat on, picking himself up with a laugh.

“Look at me, bleeding at such a weak hit.” Tae laughed but his eyes almost immediately became dark with seriousness as he dodged the punches coming from the other man's frantic figure. “You made me bleed and usually I would get you back but we want you alive. Don’t mistake me though, if I had it my way I would sma-” the sound of sirens coming closer stopped tae mid sentence and he looked down at the man's limp arms seeing that he had in fact called 911.

“T-they’re coming for you. Let me go…” the limp noodle of a person Tae was holding onto now stuttered his words pathetically making Tae laugh another bitter laugh as he pulled out his phone and sent a text with a simple period. It was the gang's symbol that something was wrong. The wait for help lasted but three seconds as his boys started flying in like chickens flocking to their feed.

“Have fun buddy.” Tae’s smile was unmistakable and he watched in pride as the man was dragged away.

Tae hadn’t always been proud of the life he was born into; many people told him he was a murderer, a druggie. But they didn't know Tae’s real story. They didn’t know who put the real bad guys away. Take the skinny, roughed up man being dragged away as an example; he was a pedophile always hanging around play grounds and grade schools. Sometimes they would catch him trying to talk a kid into coming with him. Tae was proud he would be able to see that gross man behind bars, whether the credit was there or not.

“Kim Taehyung for the last time I can’t save you from everything.” Jeon Jungkook’s voice rang out loud and clear through the sirens and the smirk returned to Tae’s face as he swaggered over to Jungkook and the blue/red lights.

“Do you have a gun in your pocket or are you just excited to see me?” Tae asked with a wink. Jungkook pulled out his gun and expertly swirled it around his finger twice before pointing it right at tae’s stomach, chest, then head making a ‘bang’ sound each time and moving his hand as if the gun had really fired and and was feeling the kickback.

“Learn your limits Kim Taehyung or else soon enough that just may be the way you go.” Jungkook warned seriousness in his eyes. Tae knew it was dangerous, there were constant wars between the police and the gang members. Many died in those fights still unwilling to unveil the truth behind the gang; the truth that they weren't a gang of druggies or murderers but rather people who weren't afraid to get their clothes dirty or fists bloody to lock away the worst of humanity. Rules didn’t bind gangs quite like they did police.

“You know you’re happy to see me!” Tae teased as Jungkook stepped forward with a sigh placing the all too familiar handcuffs onto Tae’s wrists and pushing the older forward “ooh kinky! Kookie you know you could have just asked and I would have let you do this without me having to commit a crime!” Tae continued to tease the younger but the blue suited boy only responded in heavy sighs and mumbles about how there were better things he could have been doing with his time which Tae agreed with wholeheartedly.

The concrete walls completed with a dark mirror lining one wall was all too familiar to tae who spent the majority of his time handcuffed to the cold metal desk situated in the middle of the room; So much so that he believed if he looked hard enough he would be able to see his butt print from the last time he had been sitting in that exact chair.

“Kim Taehyung?” A voice asked followed by a balding old guy walking through the metal door. Tae sighed and looked at the tinted mirror in the exact place he knew Kook would be standing.

“Really Kookie? Why do you even try when you know you’re the only one I will talk to?” Taehyung could have sworn he was able to hear the younger boy’s deep sigh followed by a door opening and closing then a jiggle on the door handle of the interrogation room.

“I’ll take over from here sergeant Lee, he is know to get physical when I am not the one interrogating him” Kook explained and Tae sneered an almost joker like smile as his brain worked on his next snarky remark.

“Who says you don’t like when I’m physical Kookie?” The exasperated sigh from Jungkook’s mouth made Tae laugh again and somehow smile even wider.

“Taehyung why were you there this time?” Kook asked taking a seat on the more comfortable looking chair that was placed right across from Tae. dropping the wide smile Tae leaned in closer to kook, only as far as the cuffs would allow. Tae couldn't have been further than five inches away from touching noses with the young cop but Jungkook stayed still, knowing no harm would come to him; not from Tae at least.

“I couldn’t wait to see you again…” Glancing over at the dark one-sided glass Tae couldn’t tell if anyone was behind it but hoped at least the old sergeant was. Biting his lip Tae whispered “Especially how you left me last time, all hot and messy…”

Jungkook rolled his eyes and lightly touched Tae’s shoulder as to signal for him to sit down. Tae gladly took his seat knowing his job was done, Kook would soon be called out to be question about his relations to the suspect. Kook knew that too as he looked Tae right in the eyes with a look of pure comedy as he laughed hearing the same noise of the screen room opening and closing followed by footsteps sounding louder and louder as they walked to the interrogation room.

“You really are quite the bugger Kim Taehyung.” two knocks on the door sounded and still with a smile on his face Jungkook stood and gave Taehyung one last glance “see you tomorrow? Same time, same place?” Tae smiled back with his full toothed smile and waved to Kook with the part of his hand that wasn’t being restrained by the cuffs.

“You know I’ll be there.”

It was coming up to the time being 2:10 by the time Tae arrived at the usual spot, the giant container maze near where the ships holding trade items docked to unload the cargo. It was the spot they had first met, before Kook was a cop and became Jungkook and before Taehyung became the gang leader and known as Tae. back when they were children without a care in the world. Only a care for each other… maybe too much care for each other.

For as long as Tae could remember the only person he had ever loved as deeply as he loved Jungkook was his own mother but even that had been short lived. Well, his mother’s life was short lived. All Tae had left was Kook and he didn’t plan to lose that feisty cop even if it meant him dying first. Which Tae didn’t plan to happen either. Taking out the medium sized box he had managed to hide in his back pocket, Tae held it in his hand feeling the chilled leather and smiling at the thought of Jungkook’s face when he see’s it.

“Were you waiting long?” Jungkook’s voice echoed through the empty space, bouncing and echoing through the bright blue shipping containers. Tae held in a smile and without facing Kook let out a long sigh, placing the box in his front pocket and reaching his hand over his head tapping his watch as to say that Kook was late.

“Thought you’d never show.” Tae sighed again this time quickly transferring the box as he turned to face a smirking Kook; “Was plannin’ to leave actually.” Jungkook laughed softly, making his way quickly towards Tae like a lost puppy finally finding its owner. Tae opened his arms teasingly but was pleasantly surprised when Kook wrapped his arms around Tae’s waist and leaned down to press his head against Tae’s chest, listening to the older boy’s  frantic beating heart.

“Why are you tense?” Kook asked and suddenly it were as if they were children again, the way Kook held Tae reminded him of all the times he had protected the younger from the people wanting to harm him. Most of the time it was Tae’s fault; even as a young gangster if people knew you were the ‘leader to be’ they would target the ones you are closest too. If Kook were ever hurt because of him Tae didn’t know if he could live with himself.

“You haven’t held me like this in a long time.” Tae responded, wrapping his arms around Kook and pulling him closer into him. “Can we just stay like this for a bit?”

“We can stay like this for however long you want” Kook replied and Tae closed his eyes, wanting to only feel this moment where the crisp cool air freezes his ears contrasting with the warmth emanating off of Kook’s body.

“I’ve missed this.” Tae sighed as he closed his eyes and placed his mouth against the top of Kook’s head, kissing it softly. “I’ve missed you and me…”

“I want to be children again…” Jungkook said suddenly, still pressing his ear into Tae’s chest. “I want to be able to just be with you and hide behind you when times are tough and let you deal with all my issues while still always being happy and bubbly…”

“Jungkook…” Tae started, not using the younger’s nickname for once. “Jungkook I-” The younger looked up to look into Tae’s eyes which he thought would be looking down at him but instead found that the boy’s eyes were focused on something in the distance, narrowed as he focused trying to figure out what was happening.

“Tae-” Jungkook started but he was cut off by shouts in the distance, voices he recognised calling for him.

“Jungkook we’re here! Don’t move that man is dangerous and armed!” One of his colleagues screamed and Jungkook felt slight pressure on his side as Tae pushed the younger behind him to protect him by instinct.

“Tae they think you’re dangerous let me-” Kook was about to suggest Tae Walking over slowly with his hands up but the older looked back, his eyes holding onto Kook’s gaze and filled with fear and sadness.

“Do you recognize that man?” Tae asked, signalling to a scrawny man who was standing with the policemen. It was the man Kook had seen Tae with earlier that day, the one that had been found with the other gang members begging for help. “He is a bad man Kookie but looks like he convinced your friends that I’m the bad one somehow.” Tae turned back around to face the police and moving forward faster than he should have, his gaze focussed on the man.

“He’s going to attack!” The man yelled and time slowed as Kook saw Tae’s feet dig into the ground and body slam against the hard concrete as three gunshots rang out in the distance. ‘Bang. bang. Bang’

Jungkook ran towards the older boy only to witness his worst fear; Taehyung was on the ground, a gunshot in his stomach, chest, and head. Blood was everywhere and Taehyung’s chest was rising at an abnormal rate, his mouth drowning in the metallic liquid.

“T-tae…” Jungkook stuttered, trying to put pressure on the wounds with his shaking hands but the older stopped him and pulled the younger closer to him instead, hugging him for the last time as he whispered the words he had been trying to say earlier.

“Jungkook I want you to be mine..” something pressed against Jungkook’s hand, small and sharp. Tae gave one final smile before his head fell back onto the concrete and his chest stopped moving at all. Jungkook forgot about the shape object and dropped it behind him, instead focussing on giving Tae CPR and begging for the older boy to open his eyes.

“Please you can’t die!” Jungkook begged as he pressed down hard on Taehyung’s chest “If you die I die too!” Jungkook screamed, punching Tae in the chest praying he would wake up.

“Jungkook we have to go…” a hard hand dropped onto Jungkook’s shoulder lazily as screams were heard from all over where gang members were attacking the police. Jungkook leaned down, wanting to press his lips to Tae’s as he never had the chance to before.

“I love you Kim Taehyung, I love you..” the tears streamed down his face as the deputy pulled Kook off Tae’s dead body, causing Kook’s leg to rub against the sharp object Tae had given him. “I love you so please wake up”

Jungkook shoved the officer off him and opened the box, revealing two police looking badges, one with a picture of Jungkook with the words “metal for somehow seducing a cop that I fell in love with” scribed in tiny lettering; the other a picture Taehyung with the words “Metal for taming and making the most badass gangster in the world fall for you”

Jungkook laughed bitterly at how Tae could be such an asshole by calling himself the ‘most badass gangster in the world’ and still be so sweet and amazing. The laughter turned to sobs as Jungkook looked over the badges and reminisced on what could have been. What should have been.

Jungkook’s roar echoed across the docs, echoing off the containers just as his voice had earlier when he had first seen Tae standing there. But now the boy he had been looking for was laying on the ground, death seeping out of his cold eyes.

“Please…” Jungkook begged one final time as he fell to his knees and grabbed the dead boy’s hands and placing his forehead on his chest once more wishing to hear the older’s steady heart beat. “I love you”

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Title: Admire

Word count: 1250

Group: Nct

Pairing: Mark x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Trigger warnings: food and mentions of blood

Description: Mark has been a secret admirer of a certain trainee at sm and once she debuts he finally has the chance to talk to her (written in Mark’s perspective)

Nct had been my life since I first debuted as nct u, then nct 127, then nct dream, nct whole and many more. Somehow I had been debuted in every single group of nct there was. Resting, sleeping, playing video games, keeping in touch with family were all privileges that I didn’t have. Sometimes even eating was something I wasn’t able to do and soon enough hair may be added to the list considering how many times I’ve dyed it in the past years. Many referred to me as ‘the king of rest’ as any time I wasn’t promoting I was trying to get in at least and hour of sleep which for the most part was cut into a quarter of an hour because of my need to practice.

But that wasn’t the worst part of my life. I could deal with sleepless nights in the practice room, or the recording studio, or language classes, or anywhere other than in my bed sleeping; it was the fact that she was always there that made it harder and harder to do the things I needed to get done. She was so beautiful, so new to the torturous world that it just made me want to hold her and protect her forever. She was too young to debut but too talented to keep locked up in the basement. The company just wasn’t sure what to do with her. She had become the face of the rookies and was constantly in the spotlight. There were many who wanted her to debut as a soloist while others who said she would do better in a group.

“Come on Mark it’s time for vocal training, no more daydreaming.” I hadn’t even noticed manager hyung had been there until he spoke in his usual tough and bored tone. I stood and bowed quickly before making my way into the hall, weaving expertly through the complicated halls my mind still cloudy. Considering how many times I walked through these halls in a day I never needed to pay much attention to where I was going, more where I needed to be in the end of my trip. It gave me a chance to have a quick break from thinking too hard.

Pop.

“Oh my- I’m so sorr- ah sunbae oh h-hi…” my mind had wandered to far and I hadn’t even noticed someone was walking right at me until we collided. I started to collect everything that had fallen from their arms when I remembered the popping noise and looked at the person hoping to see what had happened.

It was her.

She was right in front of me.

She was holding her arm…

“Oh my god you’re bleeding!” I screamed quickly picking myself up and running the short distance that was left between me and her. She sighed in what I assumed was pain until I was close enough to see that the reddish liquid in fact wasn’t blood but red bean paste from a squished moon cake beside her. I sighed a breath of relief throwing my head back and laughing a harsh laugh. When I looked back at her she seemed to be both sheepish and a bit scared.

“I-I’m sorry for worrying you sunbae…” she whispered wiping the leftover paste onto her shirt. I stopped her by holding her arm and grabbing my package of tissues I carried around because of the nosebleeds I constantly have due to overworking.

“Please don’t wipe that on your clothes, here use these.” I offer and she takes the package carefully. Our fingers brush and suddenly reality slaps me in the face. “I’m late!” I say, eyes wide as my legs pick themselves up and I rush goodbyes running towards the recording studio fully knowing I was going to get an earful once I was there.

…

She was so beautiful on stage, even in the group of nine girls I could spot her. She shined brighter than the lights themselves and I couldn’t wait until she finally got the recognition she deserved. There were lights everywhere as they were about to announce the winner. It was me against her; well it was my group against hers.

While all my members prayed for her demise and our victory I begged she won, I begged she won and gave her speech with tears of joy in her eyes as she realised she was so much better than she could have ever thought before. The lights dimmed and the speaker spoke slowly, teasing both the audience and everyone on stage.

“Nct!” The words were spoken and although all my members jumped in joy I felt my heart drop as I looked over, making eye contact with her sad eyes and even sadder smile she had stretched across her face. As everyone made their way off stage and I was called to do my speech and encore stage I watched her sad back walk further away from me and I felt all happiness leave me.

“Thank you all so much for voting nct! We will continue to produce music for you all…” I paused my speech and received many pats on my back from my members who were all overjoyed with the win. “I love all my fans!” I finished with a smile and my members handed me the trophy to hold up in the air as gold confetti fell like rain around me.

The encore stage couldn’t have been finished any slower and I ran right off the stage and back to the dressing rooms where I knew she would be. This was my chance to finally talk to her in a way that isn’t random.

“Y/n” I yelled running towards her like a crazed man. She turned her head to see me and finally her whole body with her eyes and mouth both wide open. Once I reached her I pulled on my brakes and stopped myself from running right into her.

She was standing right in front of me, wearing her cute outfit the designers had placed her in. no matter what clothes she was wearing, she wore the clothes as if they were made just for her and her eyes shined with curiosity and kindness.

“M-mark Sunbae…” She stuttered bowing 90 degrees and not looking into my eyes.

“This is for you!” I blurted a bit too suddenly and she stepped back startled. I handed her the rose I had been given from a fan while I had been running backstage. “I wanted you to win..” I admitted and this time it was me who looked at the floor shy and scared of her reaction to my sudden confession.

“Will you date me..” she asked causing me to look up into her startled eyes. It was almost as if the words had slipped her lips when she hadn’t even thought about it. “I meant do you want to get coffee or something some time…”

I smiled wider than I ever had before as I ran my hands through hair sprayed hair just praying a huge chunk didn’t come out like it did sometimes.

“I would love that.”

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Title: Wrong

Word count: 1920

Group: Seventeen

Pairing: Reader x Wonwoo

Genre: soft smut

Trigger warnings: parents, talks about sex

Description: Wonwoo has been your roommate since the start of college and has been your secret crush for even longer

“Wonwoo~”

You rolled your eyes. Your mother was back at it again with the sweet tone around your friends. Once they left she always turned into a beast, screaming and yelling about how loud you were and how messy you were; but when your friends were here she was the nicest person alive.

“You’re late.” you scolded in a monotone voice, giving the taller boy a quick slap in in the back of his head. If he thought he was getting off with being an hour late he was mistaken.

Wonwoo was always like this, late and yet always seemed to be right on time. It was as if the world didn’t really exist if wonwoo wasn’t around… not that you really cared about him… you two had been friends for just two years now since the university mixed up the rooms and ended up putting a boy and girl together instead of the traditional boy and boy and girl and girl roommates to avoid any should we call it ‘sexy time’.

‘As if gays don’t exist’ you laughed in your head remembering how your best friend who was supposed to be your roommate had suddenly taken a ver.. Sexual interest in her new roommate that replaced you. Of all people to be secretly gay you had never expected it to be her. But then again you probably would have turned gay if you had to lay next to that goddess of a girl that roomed with your bestfriend.

“You’re thinking a lot.” Wonwoo deep voice pulled you out of your day dream and you turned to face the boy, tilting your head the slightest bit to look him in the eyes. Why did he have to be so tall.he grinned slightly, his chiseled chin and dark features lightening the tiniest bit to match the playful tint in his eyes.

“Is that a new thing?” you sassed pulling your gaze away from his face and pretending that something on your shoe was more interesting than the way his face lightened when he laughed and how his little giggles made you want to just hug him until you couldn’t. Maybe you had a little crush on him… a little one though it was tiny barely existent really but who could resist him? Many in your school knew him as the ‘hot tall emo kid’ but you knew he was more than that. He really wasn’t emo at all, he loved to colour in those adult colouring books and admired pastel colours, he had so many pastel paint swatches along his walls that he stole from the nearest department store.

“I’m just collecting them for my mom, she loves these I swear I’ll give them to her next time i see her.” Wonwoo had claimed when you asked about them and yet after many holidays and visits to his parents the paint swatches remained. Not that you minded them they added a nice touch of colour to your otherwise completely plain and boring dorm room.

“It’s actually quite a new thing, make sure you don’t injure yourself thinking, it is new territory you are entering.” Wonwoo laughed, earning another slap to the back of his head which you had to do a little jump to be able to reach. “Anyway where are we going today?” you shook your head slightly still a little angry about his previous comment.

“I was thinking of the arcade so that I can show you my skills and you can get me one of those stuffies from the claw machine- ugh mom where is my purple jacket?” wonwoo laughed slightly but you couldn’t tell which part he had laughed at, maybe it had been the stuffy comment or maybe the fact that you’re a mess and can’t find anything.

“It’s right here.” Wonwoo leaned against you as he reached over your shoulder grabbing the dark purple jacket that you had completely skipped over. His body was almost touching you and you could smell his cologne mixing with the mint from his breath which tickled your ear. A slight blush over came you as you grabbed the jacket and leaned down tying up a already tied shoe. Once the heat escaped your cheeks and you felt a bit safer looking at him you stood up and made eye contact with wonwoo only to see that his cheeks were red too.

“Wha-” you were about to ask but he shook his head and quickly walked towards the front door. You said your final goodbyes to your mom who gave you a thumbs up while pointing at your roommates back. Rolling your eyes you open your front door and direct Wonwoo in the direction of the arcade.

The air is warm with the slightest cold bite to it when the wind blows but the worst part about it was the awkward silence that fell between you and the taller boy. A couple times one of you would clear your throat and make a comment about how it’s nice outside or how it’s nice to finally hang out when you’re not trapped in the dorms.

“This is awkward how far until the arcade?” Wonwoo asked finally becoming fed up with how you two weren’t even speaking. His aura wasn’t one of anger but rather of frustration and a little what is that? It almost seemed like a nervous air. Why was wonwoo nervous? Perhaps..

‘I’m going crazy’ shaking your head you refuse the thought even a second of air time and yet the thought lingered, he had been blushing earlier and there had been times before that he acted strange after seeing you without a top or even after you made him lunch a couple times he always acted shy.

“You’re thinking again…” Wonwoo’s voice took over as you realised the sound of his feet meeting the cement pavement had stopped. Looking around you he seemed to have stopped at least two feet away.

“Wonwoo what are you doing?” you asked walking back towards the boy, steps heavy as if you were throwing a tantrum. “Let’s go to the arca-” you felt a sharp pain as your toe connected with something hard and your body flew forward.connecting not with the harsh cement but rather with a slightly softer body that made an soft oomph as you two collided.

“Oh I’m so sorry-” you were cut off when you looked up, meeting eyes with the person who you had just bumped into. He was tall, taller than Wonwoo somehow, he had dark chestnut hair and even darker eyes with a playful glint in them. The boy smiled, a full set of bright white teeth showed.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Mingyu.” The boy introduced, still grinning as he took a step back and offered his hand. You blushed, realizing you didn’t even take a step back after bumping into the handsome stranger.

“My name is-” you were about to introduce yourself when all of the sudden Wonwoo roughly grabbed your hand out of the boy’s and held it at his side, glaring daggers into the stranger.

“Let’s get going y/n.” Wonwoo’s tone was low, lower than usual, and almost a growl. It shocked you, of all the people you had introduced wonwoo too he had never been so possessive. You let it slide and smiled at the stranger, saying your last ‘sorry’ and moving on with Wonwoo, not letting his hand go until you two were at the arcade.

“What was that Wonwoo?” You ask in a bit too much of a sassy tone. that stranger was handsome, tall and seemed sweet; exactly your type! Why would Wonwoo have ruined that for you? Why did it matter to him?

Wonwoo sighed and ignored the question, buying tickets for the arcade games and completely ignoring everything as if it had never happened. You let the boy slip out of your mind as you steal some of the gaming tickets and made your way to the multiplayer shooter game. Trailing behind you Wonwoo lets out another sigh, probably remembering the last time you two played and you had beat him hard. This was a usual thing for you two, to go to the arcade together. Many times people had misunderstood and thought you two were dating, that was usually when Wonwoo would become awkward and you would have to explain that he was just a friend.

“Y/n…” Wonwoo suddenly called out after you had beat him again, somehow scoring even more points than last time. You turned to him, confusion taking over the pride you felt over winning the game for the fourth time in a row. Wonwoo took a step closer to you which seemed impossible considering how close you two were already.

“W-wonwoo..” You stuttered as he leaned down, his face now right in front of yours

“That man could have been dangerous…” Wonwoo’s eyes held yours but his gaze wasn’t intense; it was kind,worried even. “Maybe if you leaned on me more I could take care of you.” The words were sudden and a blush seemed to appear on wonwoo’s cheeks but he still didn’t look away.

“W-what? What does this mean?” You stuttered not because you were scared, Wonwoo would never hurt you, but because you knew exactly what his words meant. You knew what this would do to your future, having a boyfriend made everything different. If the school found out you would be switched rooms and there would be no more late night chats or gaming nights.

“You know what this means y/n…” Wonwoo whispered his lips almost attaching to yours.

“Why now?” You asked, still trying to better grasp the situation. Wonwoo blushed and broke the eye contact, moving his face slightly to the side as he sucked in a deep breath.

“When you bumped into that kid, and when he flirted with his eyes I knew I needed you to be only mine.” The warmth that took over your heart after the words were whispered made you move quickly towards wonwoo, placing your lips onto his in a quick peck. Wonwoo was shocked at first but after the shock wore out he placed his lips back onto yours but this time grasping your face and deepening the kiss while pulling you closer to him so your bodies were right against each other. No air was left between your bodies and no air left while you two kissed not bothering to stop for air.

Wonwoo placed his forehead onto yours once he finally broke the kiss, his breath again tickling your lips as he smiled and whispered;

“Maybe we should take this somewhere private…”

Looking around you remembered your settings, the middle of an arcade. Both of you start laughing as an old woman scoffs and moves away from you two.

“Our room…” you say remembering what will happen if the school finds out.

“It’s not like they have cameras set up! We’ll just have to keep it secret for a while.” he grinned and winked while adding, “I’m pretty sure we’ll want to keep it inside our room anyway.”

You scoff, moving away from him slightly only to be pulled back by the rough hands on your hips. He smiled, you smiled. It may not have been exactly right for you two to be dating and doing things in your dorm room but being here in his arms… nothing could be wrong.

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Title: Celebrity (B)romance

Word count: 1,600

Group: Got7 x BTS

Pairing: Namjoon x Jackson

Genre: Soft smut, drama

Trigger warnings: crying, a little self hate

Description: Namjoon wants to have a different type of relationship with fellow idol Jackson Wang

Note: Heyya! I hope you enjoy this! I love gotbangtan so I was so excited to write this! 

I’ll try not to lie.

It may be hard but I promise I’ll try.

Jackson wang. That bastard. That’s who I want to talk about, I need to get this off my chest.

When we first met it had been but a simple greeting, for him at least. For me I was excited by the possibility of a new friendship, new opportunities. I had been so starved of friendship because of training and writing my songs that I had even gotten to the point where I was ready to go on those stupid dating apps looking for friends to hang out with. Even if I wanted to have more than that it wouldn’t be allowed any ways…

“Namjoon my man!” Jackson had greeted me in english, skipping past the formalities. That didn’t matter to Jackson, it still doesn’t to this day really, but that’s part of his charm. I had bowed politely, hands shaking and heart thumping.

Do screw this up namjoon. I reminded myself, being careful with every move as to not trip Jackson and break his arm or drop something on his foot shattering not only my chances of friendship but also his foot. Watch where you’re stepping namjoon. I reminded myself again.

“Why are you so nervous man?” Jackson asked switching randomly between english and korean. Explaining to Jackson that I hadn’t had many friends was quite awkward but he understood, not once interrupting me as I explained how I had been a trainee for so long and how it had been tough. Jackson was the perfect friend, listened well and able to turn every situation into a positive one. Even when I spilt coffee all over him and myself he pointed out how the stain looked like a giraffe and chased me calling me a tree and saying he wanted to eat me. It sounded strange now but back then I had been so thankful of him.

We had ended up at some little park, far away from the hustle of the city but close enough that they could walk back to our dorms.

“I want to become famous.” Jackson had said suddenly looking over to me and then back up at the sky. “I want to become famous with you and go on that bromance show together…” I followed Jackson's gaze and saw he was looking at the brightest star, the guide star. The north star. “I want to promote each other's groups, and start major drama by hanging out in public and calling out sasaeng fans… just do everything together”

At the time it had all been so amazing to think of but it never happened. Well they both got famous and Jackson was invited onto celebrity romance but he didn’t invite Namjoon. He invited Jooheon. And when all those dating rumours came up and Jackson started being shipped with his members he didn’t deny it, in fact he embraced it and even made himself seem to like Mark and others.

I wasn’t jealous… I understood idol like and how Jackson's personality was just one to flirt with everyone I just wished he would remember I existed.

...

“Hyung I’m heading to go hang out with Yugyeom do you want to come and pick Jackson up or something?” I glared at Jungkook, who had entered my room without knocking eating chips and wiping the dust onto his white shirt.

“First change then go.” I said simply not wanting to admit that I really wanted to go but didn’t want to be sent back to the dorm because Jackson didn’t want to hang out with me or something along those lines.

“Come on hyung! It’ll be our bonding time!” Jungkook stated reaching over to touch me with his chip dust covered fingers. I glared at them and he reverted his hand back, staining his white shirt again as he wiped the dust off onto it.

“Kook go alone?” I was tired at this point and really just wanted my chip dust covered dongsaeng to leave. The boy pouted and started walking out of the room before stopping and whispering just loud enough for me to hear;

“Should I ask jooheon instead?”

Quicker than you could say ‘betrayal’ I had stood up and pushed past the cheese covered boy grabbing my jacket and squeezing my feet into my shoes. Looking back at a slightly shocked Jungkook I gave him a dark look. “You better hurry up because I’m leaving in two minutes.”

…

“Hyung do you think Yugyeom will be okay with bowling again? We always go bowling and I’m afraid he’ll find it boring” Jungkook's rambling was starting to get on my nerves a bit since I was trying to think of an explanation for jackson as to why I was even there when I hated bowling and I usually was locked up writing lyrics, and I wasn’t so sure ‘Jungkook said he would invite jooheon, you know the guy you took to celebrity bromance instead of me, to come meet you and I got very jealous’ would be a very good excuse.

“Jungkook, you’re both children; of course he’s not going to get bored of you.” I comforted absentmindedly, still thinking about what I could say to Jackson. As the blue neon lights spelling out ‘JYP’ started coming into sight I felt my stomach churning with nervousness. ‘What if jackson doesn’t want to see me? What if he doesn’t want to hang out? What if he’s not even there and I have to walk away? What if Jackson is recording or writing and can’t hang out? What if I act like a fool and Jackson doesn’t want to be seen with me?’

I sucked in a deep breath of air, suddenly realising me and Jungkook were right outside the glass doors. I had been so stuck in my own daydream, my legs had taken over and brought me to the door. I placed my hand on the cold handle of the door and started pulling the door open when I saw jackson out of the corner of my eye, he was with someone. My hand froze as they both came into sight.

“Jooheon…” I breathed again, tears prickling at my eyes as jackson leaned over wiping something off Jooheons lips then laughed probably making a comment about how they were like a couple. Jungkook sighed behind me and pulled open the other glass door which slammed into the one I had been holding open and bringing attention to us. Bringing Jackson's attention to me. Our eyes met and I couldn’t peel my eyes away from his when he squinted almost as if he wasn’t sure if it was me. Jungkook laughed, slapping me on my shoulder and saying something to me but I couldn’t hear as Jackson's eyes widened and he realised what was happening.

Jacksons mouth opened as if he were going to say something but it was too late. I was able to tear my eyes from his just as I felt tears fall down my face. Ignoring jungkook I ran away, towards my dorm. My safe place. I needed to be alone, I needed to do something to distract myself. Something to get the image of jooheon and jackson together out of my mind.

My feet slammed against the pavement but the pain registered in my head, pounding and pounding as if it were my head slamming against the ground and not my feet.

“Namjoon! Namjoon!” Someone was screaming but it seemed so far away and with each call of my name my head pounded harder and harder. The only thing I didn’t realise was that the voice wasn’t far away at all, infact it was right behind me.

The hand that grabbed my shoulder had that warmth that I only felt with one person. That one person that made me feel special even when I knew I wasn’t the only one, the one person who was always on my mind no matter where I was and what I was doing.

“Namjoon why did you run?” Jackson asked pulling my shoulder to turn me around and once I did he gripped my reddened cheeks, holding them in his warm hands. “Why Do you always run?”

Tears flowed down my cheeks as if my eyes were an electric waterfall, cycling the water into never ending tears. But despite my tears, despite my mind being full of sadness, my body moved on it’s own. My face moved closer to Jackson's and just before our lips touched I felt his breath tickle my bottom lip as he whispered;

“I want to kiss you.” And before my mind registered it I had answered

“Please do”

Our lips touched and my world suddenly became paradise. Everything around me disappeared and in that moment all that mattered was Jackson, his lips, his body, his hands holding my cold blushing cheeks. All that mattered was how Jackson tasted as he deepened the kiss, the feeling of his hands drawing soft lines on my face as his thumb stroked my cold skin. When he broke the kiss my eyes opened only to see his were still closed, his eyes were closed and his lips parted slightly as his chest rose and fell at a steady pace.

“Namjoon…” He whispered eyes still closed in ecstasy. “Namjoon I knew it was you. I knew it was always you.

I stuttered, my mind trying to process everything. “M-me? What am I?”

Jacksons eyes opened and he stared right into mine, his eyes holding happiness but no laughter as he whispered;

“My true love.”

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Title: The interview

Word count: 2336

Group: Seventeen

Pairing: reader x the8

Genre: Soft smut

Trigger warnings: none

Description: after what possibly could have been the worst day you meet Minghao, a boy you had only heard yelling at his boss during your interview. the boy seems to be in a low mood like you and invites himself over for a drink and some other things...

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“This has to be the worst day yet…” you groaned,trudging through the snow filled sidewalk no one bothered to shovel. Swearing to yourself you keep walking, almost falling every two seconds as snow crunches and caves in under the unequal weight caused by your stupid heels weight.

Finally the inevitable happens and you trip, face planting right into a pile of cold and wet snow, the melted snow seeping into your seasonally inappropriate dress. Maybe the water would help the coffee stain out of it… trying to stay positive really wasn’t your strong suit and your thought only reminded you of how terrible the day had been.

It had started even before getting up. The stupid little pomeranian next door had started it daily yipping at 5 am, one hour before you had to get up. The owner never bothered to pay attention to the poor animal which you were pretty sure didn’t even have a name. Unless its name was “shut up!”. The dog continued it’s yapping until around 6 and that was only because you had left and so the dog barks couldn’t be heard. Then it was the interview. The godforsaken interview. It had been about 2 months since your last interview which had been one of the worst yet, it was for an intern position at a huge search engine but so many people had been there that you had left reading the email you had printed out for directions feeling suffocated and played as the email had read ‘we are only looking for the best and have invited you into a small group of interns’ small group you ass.

But this interview was going to be different, this interview was a one on one for a personal assistant for one of the biggest kpop industries. Your job would simply be to grab coffee for the ceo and make sure all the idols were in their dorms by curfew. Easy peasy right? Right..? So wrong… you had been so wrong…

The ceo’s receptionist had called you into his office and offered you a cup of water. She was the stereotypical receptionist; long hair, pencil skirt, wire glasses, and boring personality. She made awful coffee too.

“No this isn’t fair! I know my contract backwards and forwards and this isn’t part of it” the voice was loud and startled both you and reception lady. She gave you a weak smile and bowed before heading out to see what the problem was. The voice sounded like a foreigners and his words were choppy as if he were trying not to convert back to his first language.

“Listen Myungho, this isn’t your choice. The solo stage was to be done and presented last week, it’s now Soonyoung’s stage” a loud bang followed after the deep voice finished talking. It sounded as if someone had been thrown against the wall and you couldn’t help but imagine the second person being thrown by the first.

“My name is Minghao, not Myungho.” Another bang followed by a couple whispers could be heard even through through the offices thick walls.

“We will settle this later Myungho so go back to the dorm the boys are probably wondering where you are.”

Protests came from the first person who talked but nothing else could be heard until the door to the office swung open and a tall man with broad shoulders entered, suit ironed and shoes polished.

“Sorry for that, my name is Mr.Choi I believe you’re here about the personal assistant position…”

His questions had been brutal forcing you to be completely honest about where and what you ate, what you did in your spare time, how well you took orders, if you could be both silent as a mouse but as attention grabbing as a giraffe. By the end of the interview you were convinced the man was crazy.

“Stupid stupid!” You scolded yourself, brushing off the snow before taking a good look back at the building.

“Is the second one for me?” The voice seemed familiar as it spoke not far behind you. It really seemed familiar…

Not even 2 feet behind you stands a cute boy about your height maybe a bit taller? His hair catches your eye it was the only thing not the colour of blue, white or black as winters usually were. It was bright red hanging right above his dark eyes that bore holes into your skin. He was cute, very cute, his face was soft although his expression was sharp; if he tried to look angry you weren’t sure he’d be able to.

“W-what?” You stuttered as he started to walk towards you and as the cool air reminded you that you were in fact soaked.

“You’re going to catch a cold out here.” The boy whispered once he was close enough to you. “Why are you wearing a skirt in this kind of weather? And heels? HEELS?” He started scolding forcing you to bow your head in shame. The boy was right though, heels in this weather would be like wearing football cleats on pavement.

“Aren’t you supposed to offer me your jacket?” You joke, head still staring at the ground. The boy laughs but not in a nice way it was as if he were intaking a lot of air into his nose rather than actually finding the joke funny.

“That isn’t in my contract either…” Suddenly it hits you. This is the voice that had been yelling in the hallway before your interview. Myungsoo? Or was it Myungoo?

“Myungsoo!” You yell as the memory pops back into your head of Mr.Choi calling him Myungsoo. “Wait no, your name is Minghao.” You correct looking up to see the man’s shocked face. His facial expressions move with his brain as he processes the situation.

“Ahh you’re the new personal assistant!” He recalls but the title shocks you. New personal assistant? Does that mean you got the job!? Finally after so long of searching you got the highest paying job of all of them!? A feeling of joy washed over you as it all registered. Minghao must of hear Mr. Choi talking before he left and Mr. Choi must have said

something about you being “the one”

“She’s perfect! The best one yet!” Mr. Choi whispers to the receptionist. “Absolutely amazing she killed the interview, cancel all my plans for the next week we need to celebrate!”

Okay maybe you were taking this a bit too far but maybe that’s what happened! Who knows!?

“I got the job~” you sing, completely forgetting the boy’s presence next to you. That was until he lets out the loudest yawn ever.

“I could go for a coffee and you are soaked, do you live nearby?” His straightforwardness takes you aback for a second as you process what he’s asking.

“Did you just invite yourself over?” you ask shocked at the boys rash remarks. The boy simply nods and takes your left hand, holding it between his two bigger ones warming it.

“Your hands are so cold we should walk fast to your house before you freeze.” to late for that you think as a shiver racks through your body and you are reminded of your soaking clothing. Simply pointing in the direction of your apartment you both start walking towards your apartment, his large hands still gripping yours to warm it up. At  this point the blush spreading across your cheeks could have been mistaken for being just the wind but by the way your hand tingled whenever he rubbed it you know that no wind could cause the feelings rushing through your body.

“I-it’s here…” you stumble on your words hoping you can pass the stutter off as simply being cold but the boy doesn’t seem to notice as he simply waits for you to guide him to your door. The whole time you two walked the boy had seemed distant, like his mind was somewhere else completely. subliminally it became a goal of yours to bring the distant boy back to reality any way possible.

“You were arguing earlier…” wow great starter you scold yourself internally but the silence had been defining and you couldn’t stand even another second of it.

“W-what?” He asks shock dancing all over his face. Looking at him now you see that he has an eating, something that the night sky hadn’t shown you before from his high voice you had assumes he would have a baby face and it had seemed that way outside but now you see his real face. It’s harsh and chiseled with some soft line, he’s got wrinkles already on his forehead from worrying too much and tired lines under his eyes. You had heard how idols were affected by working so hard and how their looks completely changed after being in the industry but you had never seen it in real life; you had never been this close to an idol.

“In the hallway outside the office you were fighting with Mr. choi he called you Myungho…” The boy's face twists with disgust but you can tell it’s not meant for you, his eyes are distant and he looks around your small apartment, eyes wandering and fists clenched.

“I could use some alcohol if this is the topic we are starting out with.” You nod, quickly moving to the cupboard that you keep all of your drinks in.grabbing a bottle of soju and two glasses you make your way back to the boy who now has settled on your couch with his head thrown back and eyes closed. The image of crawling onto his lap and kissing his neck while your fingers curled through his bright red locks crossed your mind the thought seeming so real that you almost considered doing it until you realised what you were actually thinking. Shaking your head you slam the bottle more violently than you had wanted.

“Two bottles of soju for the weary.” you sigh opening the bottle and pouring much more than what is normal. Passing one to the boy you down your glass and place it back on the table deciding against pouring another glass as the warmth spreads throughout your body.

“My name is Minghao…” he starts not even touching his lips to the cup you handed him. Quickly you responded with your name realising that he probably didn’t know it and that you hadn’t actually properly introduced yourself. He simply nodded finally touching his lips to the cup but not drinking any, again he dropped the cup and placed it on the coffee table in front of him.

“Are you okay?” You ask noticing how the boy’s eyes held sadness.

“I can’t drink, idol life you know…” You hadn’t thought of that at all considering he was the one who suggested alcohol. He sighed and tossed his head back again the image of crawling onto his lap and bringing his chin down to your face, placing your lips onto his and letting him taste the sweet soju still dancing on your tongue. “Do I have something on my face?” you hadn’t realised he had opened his eyes.

“I-I’m so sorry I didn’t realise I was staring…” A hot blush passed across your cheeks as you looked back at the two cups sitting next to the bottle, one full and one empty.

“I was supposed to have a solo stage, you know a part of our concert where I could present my talents…” Minghao started his story, looking you right in the eye. “But I fell sick last week and couldn’t present it. Now they won’t give me a second chance.” fists balled in anger Minghao picked up the cup and whispered a small ‘fuck it’ before draining the cup of all it’s contents and leaning over to you kissing you on the cheek. Standing up a little Minghao leaned in close to your lips and whispering; “May I?”

“Please do…” where the only words you could manage as your lips pressed against his softer ones, the alcohol tasted sweet but wasn’t the only thing you could taste. It was as if Minghao whole mouth were made of cotton candy as your lips felt as if they were melting against Minghao’s. His tongue and yours dancing together in some type of sensual tango that you never wanted to stop. Moving quickly you slightly pushed Minghao back not enough to detach his lips from yours but enough so that he took the hint and sat back on the large couch moving so that you were sitting on his lap, mouths still working their magic.

As his hands wrap around you and your hands make their way to his hair you realise what is happening. You are kissing an idol… you are making out with someone who is famous. Somehow this fact doesn’t turn you off but rather makes you want more, this is once in a lifetime and his lips feel so good against yours that you don’t care about anything except how to get more of this taste, more of this feeling.

“y/n…” Minghao moans detaching his lips from yours and instead moving them to your neck, sucking lightly. You moan as he moves towards your collarbone suckling on your sweet spot.

“More..” You moan again and his lips move back to yours as you both start making out again the taste of soju now completely gone and instead the taste of Minghao filled your mouth, sweet like honey.

“Chime, Chime, Chime, Chime, Chime, Chime, Chime, Chime, Chime…” you count the number of times the clock chimes counting nine. Minghaos eyes widen in shock as he grabbed your hips and placed you beside him.

“I have to go, my curfew is nine-thirty and it’s about a twenty minute walk.” Rushed he throws on his jacket and headed for the door, turning back awkwardly and giving you one last peck on the lips.

“See you soon, personal assistant…”

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