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☆ ✧ ⁎ Part 3

Summary: You had definitely not expected to be dragged back to the diner at 9am, but the sight of Jungkook in his pyjamas is just too good.

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Waking up in your apartment again is almost dismal, especially on such a lousy Monday morning. Your mind clouds over as you get out of bed, starting your day as you normally would. Brushing your teeth has always been a concern of yours. When is a good time to brush them exactly? Some debate before breakfast but that would just make the food taste too minty for your liking. You’ve always preferred doing it after breakfast and place your brush down, deciding instead to simply wash your face. Realising that your thoughts are dumb and unnecessary, you splash your face in cold water. You’ve never understood how people find this relaxing, it’s your idea of hell.

With water still remaining in your eye, you hold onto the wall as you rub them in pain. Breakfast is an even bigger chore, what should you have? A part of you needs to be healthy, the urge to have simple bran cereal and perhaps even a fruit becoming overwhelming. Oh well, breakfast is an ambiguous term, surely some ramen will suffice? Scolding yourself momentarily, you question your adult decisions as you boil water. Cereal is such an easier and quicker option, but ramen just seems better.

You switch on your tv, a small one that needs an antenna to work. It’s still beautiful, however, with remnants of red paint from the time you wanted to reveal your inner indie and paint almost everything in your eyeline. Needless to say it ended up with a distressing call to your parents and an immense amount of baby wipes.

A mindless sitcoms plays in the background, not quite enough to catch your full attention but still leaving a soft buzzing sound which you rather enjoy. The water finishes boiling and you swear you almost burn yourself at least three times as water spits out every now and then. Scratching your head, you try to remember if there’s something else you’re supposed to do before school, recalling some kind of event that you’d been excited for the previous day.

Then your phone buzzes, your heart racing slightly from the sudden sound. As you look up at the lit up screen, you see Jungkook’s name pop up and suddenly it all comes back to you. The bet! He’s going to be in the diner in his pyjamas! How could you forget such an iconic scene?

[Jungkook] 8:02am

Y/N, get down to the diner if you want Taehyung to treat you to a meal. I’ve got my best pyjamas on.

You can’t help but rush to your room, excited at the prospect of seeing Jungkook in his pyjamas but also at the fact that you might get a decent breakfast. Abandoning your bowl of noodles, you chuck on an oversized hoodie and fix your bed head hair before actually packing your bag for school and rushing to the diner. Assuming that Jungkook’s seen the ‘read’ sign, you don’t bother replying, instead finding your way to the diner.

The place gives you mixed feelings. Whilst it is an amazing place, with a set aesthetic and a wonderful atmosphere, you can’t help but feel strange in there. The staff seem nice enough but the people inside always seem to give you a glare that crawls up your back. You’ve only really been there twice and from the obsession you seem to have with scaring yourself through horribly coincidental conspiracies and strange horror films, you get an outlandish and almost suspicious feeling.

Taehyung’s confident mien is the first thing you notice when he welcomes you into the diner. He had been waiting outside, eager to show you just what Jungkook was doing on the inside. You don’t fail to notice the hand he places warmly on your back, stars in your eyes as your breath hitches. It’s the most physical contact you’ve ever really had with a male and honestly you like it.

What you don’t expect to see, however, is Jungkook surrounded by five other guys in bright pink pyjamas with a full breakfast at his side. When he sees you, he immediately stands in the booth. It’s a different one this time, much larger in order to hold the other people. The only one you recognise besides Jungkook is Namjoon. He must have a day off.

You wave your hand a little, the other clutching tightly onto the straps of your bag. School begins soon, and for once you are a little grateful. You’ve always been one for meeting new people, but recently that side of you has been hushed away into the corner. It hasn’t been easy for you to face crowds, as stupid as it seems. You find it rather difficult to introduce yourself whereas before it was much simpler.

“Guy, this is Y/N! Taehyung and I met her at the mall.” His smile is so bright it warms you, your entire core tingling a little. You wouldn’t have expected the feeling to be so nice. Someone likes you and someone wants to see you. Something rare, but indeed precious all the same.

You don’t realise Taehyung’s presence behind you, but it does in fact have an impact when his hand curls around your shoulder. It’s a minimal caress, but it makes you shiver all the same. One enthusiastic blonde is the first to speak up, a look in his eyes that lock yours to his. His hand comes up to push his hair back, a natural reflex it seems. His lips are rather plump and soft looking, adding a certain delicacy to him that matches the equally feather like voice you hear next.

“I’m Jimin, but you can call me whatever you like.” Jimin’s smile is cocky and sideways, confidence oozing from his short form. His shoulder is quickly pushed down by the Male beside him, cries and huffs of annoyance sounding automatically in a chorus of distaste. They are clearly used to this kind of behaviour from Jimin, making you chuckle.

Black hair and a long but assured face, once again seeping with an intrepid edge. He is clad in all black, giving a specific atmosphere. “I’m Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi. Or Jhope, that’s my music name.” His smile is contagious and you find yourself mirroring the action, drawn to him and his friendly aura. The black clothes suddenly seem to have less of an effect, golden cheeks peeking up as he grins.

“You make music?” You question, eyes lighting up. Although you yourself aren’t musically talented, it’s something you can’t live without. You always appreciate new music and anticipate new releases. All kinds of genres seem to hold their own meaning in your quizzical mind, certain beats capturing you every so often.

“We all do, in fact I have a mixtape. You should listen to it sometime!” He shrieks happily, holding your hands in his which isn’t too much. It’s just enough for you to comfortably obsess with him. It’s just enough for you to rant for a few minutes about your similar tastes, ignoring everyone else. Even with Taehyung behind you, Hobi seems so appealing. He’s like a grandma offering you a steaming apple pie. You can’t resist.

Before you can finish discussing Ariana Grande’s recent excellence, a hand wafts in the air and a scoff interrupts the two of you. You look to your right to see a boy, with extremely broad shoulders and thick raven locks. His eyes are piercing, but have little effect. Nevertheless, his act of intimidation makes you cock your head to the side, raising an eyebrow.

“I, am Kim Seokjin. Jin is an acceptable title, if you will.” You are about to speak up, daring yourself to challenge him and his over confidence a little, but he just catches you, “feel free to gaze in awe. It is not very often you see such a handsome stranger.”

“I am honoured to be in your presence, Jin.” You emphasise your best posh accent, Bmoeing curtly before peeking up. You are a comedic genius, Y/N.

A grunt comes from the far end of the booth, which is where you turn to see a lifeless figure. “Is that a corpse?” You practically yell, earning a laugh from everyone. The rich sound is something you’re barely familiar with, missing the wonderful feeling of fulfilment and actual satisfaction.

“Whilst he may look it, Yoongi’s just resting. He tries his best to keep as still as possible, he calls it energy preservation.”

You hum in a sarcastic tone, enjoying each new character. Namjoon of course offers a simple nod, looking sophisticated in a pair of wired glasses. Your nerves are clearly evident, but there is still some harmony. You enjoy everyone’s natural conversation, the small bits of breakfast that Jungkook slips you every so often whilst everyone mocks his pink pyjamas. Still, the world is never quite on your side. You look at the clock on the wall and immediately feel your heart combust at the time. You haven TEN minutes to get to school?!? When did this happen?

“It’s been really nice, but I have to get to school. Otherwise I’ll miss my first class.”

The struggle to leave the booth is immense, but you find yourself sluggishly getting up anyway. You feel like some kind of side character with no background story, shifting so that you leave the smiling group of boys.

“Wait, Y/N. I’ll walk with you.”

You don’t want to say that the fan girl side of you just imploded, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t. Back when your friends were still a thing, you used to make slide shows of hot people to see who your ideal type was. At the time, it was the best thing ever. But you aren’t sure with Taehyung. His delicate and expensive way of life paired with his boisterous presence just makes life so great. It’s stupid if you think about it, because you’d usually mock people who think like this. But life does in fact seem brighter.

Wow, he’s literally just walking you to school. Calm the fuck down, Y/N.

You turn around to bid goodbye to Jungkook one last time, but his expression is one that makes you practically wheeze. His face has practically morphed into balloony from Phineas and Ferb. He is completely still, for a second scaring you half to death. But Taehyung there. He always seems to be—hovering around when you don’t even realise you need him.

“Bye,” You squeak out, slightly unfinished before urning your back. Taehyung is awfully sanguine, but you’re thankful that he’s there. Your head is a complete mess of thoughts—something you’ve noticed happens a lot whenever you are around the two.

It’s not something you’re very familiar with. You had just assumed it’s because of you’re age. You’re a senior in high school, of course boys are going to get you confused. You softly remember the stories that your mother would tell you of all her high school boyfriends before she eventually found your dad. She said that the feeling he gave her was not detected until the very night he confessed. And then her whole world seemed so much lighter.

You feel that way too. With Taehyung and with Jungkook. That’s why you’re so torn. The both of them take your hardships away and replace them with light, mushy thoughts that you find yourself obsessing over late at night. It’s stupid really, but then again you keep saying that.

“So, did you like our friends. They just had to come to see the embarrassment for themselves, Jungkook is never one for this kind of stuff.” Taehyung says, looking at you with such intensity. He looks amazing, a stretched smile that just entrances you. You don’t want to go to school, you’d rather stay with him and Jungkook.

“Your friends are really nice, especially Hobi. The way he talks about music is so fascinating,” you ramble on about how feisty Jin was and how the two of you had bonded over RuPaul’s Drag Race, about Jimin’s charisma that was laced with just the right amount of lust to get anyone he wanted, about Yoongi’s peaceful sleeping face even as the boys around him tried so, so hard to wake him up. And of Namjoon’s calm presence, only speaking when spoken to but still horrifically interesting.

“Wow, it sounds like you really liked them.”

You nod your head, looking at the passing scenery. It’s all a blur, really. You don’t notice it, but the things around you are articulately placed. The sun is just behind Taehyung, enough to cast its morning glow along his honey skin. The flowers on the sidewalk are just colourful enough to create a mixed palette, contrasting against the grey skyscrapers that seem to stick like clusters in the background. “It’s just, I’ve forgotten what it feels like to have so many people laughing around me. I mean, I live alone. I didn’t have any friends until I met you, I’ll always be that person.”

You hate wallowing in your own pity, because you know Taehyung probably doesn’t care as much as you’re making him out to. But when you look at him, you see sincerity in his eyes. And you know that for a fact, because it’s he expression that’s always been missing in other people. It’s as broad as daylight with him, as if he actually cares.

“Hey, don’t think like that. Loneliness is a wonderful trait to have, if you look at it from a certain perspective,” Taehyung says, flicking his hair out of his eyes before continuing, “some people sit there and feel sorry for themselves. But when you’re alone, the best things happen.” His hand gestures are frantic as he wildly explains all of the things you can do when you’re alone, and how no one except the silence can judge you.

“No offence, Taehyung. But that sounds wrong.” You snigger, childish habits coming out. You can most certainly guarantee, you are that person who will always make sure to yell ‘that’s what she said’ in the room. While you may be a quiet and reserved person, with the right people you’re downright disgusting.

“Wow, you know I didn’t expect that from you,” this practically bursts a bubble of curiosity within you. What was his first impression of you? How does he view you? He seems like a popular person at his university, why would he waste his time hanging out with a boring Senior from high school?

“What would you expect from me? What’s your opinion on me?” The words are a little impulsive, but you desperately want to know. More and more people begin to crowd the sidewalk which had previously been empty. The city gets closer and closer and atop of the small hill you see your high school, kids flooding into the doors as the bell awaits it’s time.

“Well, when I first saw you, I found you rather shabby chic. I supposed that with your messy hair and simple clothes in contrast with the other girls that you where somewhat the omega of the group. As I got to know you I realised you are rather a gem. Someone who has their own shell, and comes out of it only with the right amount of encouragement. You seem like a rather dependent person, but my initial and most prominent thoughts are that you’re absolutely beautiful, and your personality is one that I admire.”

He scratches his back, looking away as if realising how much he’d said with a single breath. You’ve always loved the way he speaks, the way his tongue pronounces some words wonderfully. His vocabulary is extensive, and it makes him seem so smart. But right now, as you’ve been previously, you are in a state of mush. His words are like molten lava melting into you at a rapid pace. He knows how to make sweet symphonies with language, and it’s definitely working on you.

His presence is so much more than it has been before. “I feel the same way about you.” You say, internally cringing a little. This is so textbook. You couldn’t have just confessed your love for him in a simpler way? Instead of nagging him? You hold your hair in your hands, wishing that you were closer to school. You just want to run away, but that’s typical pussy nature from yours truly.

“You do?”

You feel like you’re in an old french movie, with those aesthetic yellow subtitles right underneath you. You almost want to check to see if they’re there, but Taehyung’s hand is quick to make it’s way to your chin, his padded fingers gripping the end. His touch is velvet, a beautiful thing that burns it’s way into your skin. No one has ever touched you lovingly. No one has ever looked at you the way Taehyung looks at you now. It’s odd. But in such a good way.

Nodding, you find it hard to maintain eye contact. How do people do this? How do people ‘stare into each other’s eyes, unable to look away’? It’s so impossible. With a gaze so intense, you avert your eyes to the floor, feeling a dust of pink warm your entire face. Taehyung chuckles, a soft boyish chuckle that makes you want to burst. His hands are on your cheeks, and he feels the warmth too.

“Why so shy now?”

UMM, maybe because you’re touching my face?!

“I-I’m not shy.”

School is almost halfway done, just two more classes before you can finally leave and cry in your apartment. It’s absolute hell.

After your blissful few moments with Taehyung, you found yourself being pulled straight back down to the real world. With a steep hill to climb in order to arrive at school, you began your lengthy trek with just a little more pep in your step. After unofficially declaring your retirement from your previous friend group’s table, you find yourself spending most lunchtimes alone. Buying food is the most exciting process. At least whilst your queuing up you’re actually within a few feet of people. Once you’ve paid, you carry your tray to the furthest possible table from anyone and everyone. You refuse to look mediocre and lonely, since Taehyung’s words filled you with so much hope.

Grabbing your phone, you decide to text Taehyung. It takes a lot of effort, since for the first five minutes you simply spend your time contemplating on whether or not you’ll look desperate. Nevertheless, your phone is in your hands. You decide what to type. You can’t be too forward in case you look desperate, but you don’t want to be too vague to make it seem like you haven’t thought about it since. Because you’ve thought about it an awful lot.

“I-I’m not shy.” You practically whisper, his thumb stroking the space at the bottom of your lip. It’s so addictive, to have someone’s loving touch on your skin.

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed about it. It’s natural to feel embarrassed in my presence, I am rather spectacular.” His smile is unbelievable, and you jokingly push him, realising that he hasn’t actually paralysed you. You don’t really want to move, just enjoying his hot breath on your skin. Just enjoying the peculiar closeness that the two of you share.

“I’m kidding—“ before he can finish, the school bell decides to intervene. You aren’t far away enough to hear it, heart pounding angrily as you realise you should probably get going. Taehyung sighs, tilting his head to look at the school in annoyance. It makes you laugh, but then everything Taehyung does makes you laugh.

“I should probably go,” your hands come to meet your hips, making a slight sound as you stumble back a little. Taehyung’s tongue sticks to the root of his mouth. He isn’t bothered by the hair in his face this time, seeming to be having his own little moment.

“You aren’t going until I do this.”

Of course you know what he’s going to do. It’s stupid, but your giddy manner gives it away instantly. His teeth are visible as he smiles, a slight dimple appearing. You’ve never been kissed. You’ve never been kissed. You’ve never been kissed.

His lips are soft, intruding your thoughts and once again replacing them with some lovestruck crap. You don’t know how much you should open your mouth, but from what you’ve seen on tv you suppose you have to tilt your head in the opposite direction to his. You know you’re putting way too much thought into this, but it’s not going the way you imagine it. He doesn’t try to stick his tongue into your mouth, which is nice.

“Y/N, just don’t think about it. It makes it a hell of a lot easier.”

Deciding what to type is still a huge inconvenience for you. What if he doesn’t want to hear from you? Maybe he’s in a class. You threaten to to put your phone away, but you desperately want to hear from him. What if he wants to hear from you too? There’s always that possibility...

[You] 12:36pm

That was my first kiss, earlier

It’s terrible, but it’s all you can think of. You really are far from a romantic. You wouldn’t consider yourself to be too plain, but with as much inexperience as you, you can barely function when it comes to things like this.

It takes barely a second for your phone to buzz, and you soon realise your dire mistake.

[Jungkook] 12:36pm

(Presuming this was some kind of mistake) who did you kiss?

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I love your writings, keep up the good work!!! ps. waiting for a part 3 👀👀👀

THANK YOUUU 😊 I’ll be trying to get part 3 out by the end of the week! 💖

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Seoul ☕️ Namjoon

✩ 1840 words | Namjoon x reader one shot

✩ A quaint little café seems innocent enough, but when you see the cute musician in the corner you to not expect to be whisked into a whole new frenzy of emotions

↠ A/N : I may or may not have stole a couple of quotes from films for this, but I think it’s cute and I hope you like this ☁️

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It’s a cold morning, the kind where your own breath visibly floats around you with the cool air, every rooftop covered in a thin layer of twinkling frost. You don’t miss the shiver that runs through your veins as you wrap your woolly scarf further around your neck and face, just wishing the sun would peak out a little bit from its place behind the greying clouds.

It’s Tuesday afternoon and all of your lectures for the day have finished. Sadly, the depressing white walls of your dorm just wouldn’t do any longer and you decided to leave the clammy place in favour of an expedition through Seoul. You’ve always loved this bustling city, full of energy and people. It’s never lonely here, whether that’s a good thing or not. You must say that whilst it is one of your favourite places, it’s also one of the least. At night it becomes a struggle for you to understand the maze-like streets and in the early mornings car horns just never seem to leave you and peaceful sleep alone. You suppose love and hate are alike, mixing together in a fiery passion which calms the storm inside of you every now and then. Seoul isn’t a bad place to be.

Whilst you roam the streets, you find yourself drawn to a beautiful café across the road. It’s shrouded by trees of the birch kind, trimmed to suit the sleek style of Seoul. Few leaves fall at the door of the café, the whole building seemingly lined with gold. A large, thick window pane with white lettering on it reveals the name to be ‘Honey Café’, and much more inside. You can see tables which seat couples and families alike, everyone focusing deeply on muted conversations and steaming drinks. You feel opposite, your own breath providing your steam out in the cold atmosphere. Slightly reluctant due to a lack of money, you decide that it’s worth a try.

The minute you enter the place, you feel elated somehow. The whole place smells like a pot of honey; golden and warm. You feel a shine on your lifted cheeks as you smile, the sweet smell mixing with the sound of coffee beans hitting each other in the barista’s hand as he pours them into the grinder. Behind the counter, the staff seem happy enough to work at their own pace, their nimble fingers creating beautiful concoctions which seem to tame all of your questioning thoughts.

What captivates you most is the music, loud and in the present. It leads you to find the source, a man sitting on an oak stool, dimples forming on his tan cheeks as he strums away at a guitar, singing along to a beautiful song who’s melody you immediately fall for. It balances the harmony of the place, but also intrigues your mind.

The man seems so happy and content to be sitting there, simply singing away mindlessly. He’s wearing a thick green cardigan, along with a cute smile that warms your eyes. His eyes are focused solely on nothing. His skin is like golden syrup, pouring everything into this one song that flows like water through the café. To the customers, it’s merely a sound, but without it people would definitely notice.

He looks up, completely missing you and instead looking out of the window. Your heart stops it’s exaggerated beating. This isn’t some romance film, Y/N. You aren’t going to lock eyes and become soulmates. Shaking your head, you join the queue towards the counter. With the music still teeming in the air, leaving the café seems a stupid and vague concept. How can you leave this heavenly like place this?

Soon enough, it’s your turn to order. Knowing full well that the bitter taste of coffee is one that you despise, you decide on hot chocolate. Slightly embarrassed of your childish order, you pay for the drink with blushing cheeks and find a seat on one of the tables. It’s round and pretty, with coiled metal legs that catch your foot and cause you to trip—still pretty though.

The man begins another song, pausing a little to rest. He looks around again, smiling at a few people that clap at him. You decide to form a plan that will get him to possibly notice you. After every song, you’ll clap just a little louder than everyone else. Thankfully, you chose a rather close seat to the window, and he seems to look out of it a lot, which gives you moderate hope.

Sipping on the hot chocolate, it comes to your realisation that the liquid is far too hot, causing you to jump as the scalding liquid meets your lip. Turning red at the collar, you scratch your nose nervously in hopes that no one saw. Especially not the man. He seems like the guy that probably likes the kind of poetry that everyone posts online and never reads again, but he actually reads it. He’s the kind who annotates books and actually takes art into consideration rather than just taking a meaningless picture. You realise that your rather in depth opinion of him is a little far fetched, scoffing at yourself.

When his next song begins, piano drifts into the once thick silence, his skilful hands creating a mixture of notes that form a rather pleasant tune. When he begins to sing, you find yourself humming along to the new found tune, enjoying the downcast but still tempting medley of notes. You finally feel warm as the chocolate drink runs down your throat, the big white mug creating a sense of belonging. You only get these kind of mugs in places like these, it’s like a trademark and you feel honoured to be a part of it. As weird as it sounds.

You don’t realise the darkening sky and faces leaving the café, the whole ambiance of the place becoming a blur. In the end, the orange sky creates enough of a shadow for the street lights to turn on and you realise just how long you’ve been listening to this man sing. He still hasn’t noticed you, favouring the floor rather than looking anywhere else. You finish the last of your drink and are just about to pay when a tap comes to your shoulder.

Your hopes are at their highest, hand coming up to fix your hair just in case. Turning around, surely enough it’s the man. He seems to have clambered over here, limbs much longer than you had previously given him credit for. He’s immensely tall, creating a nice height gap between the two of you. His scent is earthy, not that you smelt him of course. You would never do that.

“Hello.” You decide to say, taking note of his small stutters. His voice sounds deep, but you are too caught up in your curious obsession for the mysterious man to take note of the finer details. His long fingers are intertwined, fiddling and fussing. It’s adorable, you almost find yourself cooing.

“H-hi. I noticed you clapping at my music. Not many people really care about it.” His voice most certainly is deep, like a crackle of firewood mixed with the intensity of a crashing wave. You decide that you need to start thinking poetically, since your stereotype has stuck to you so dearly. Perhaps he would’ve appreciated that ensemble of descriptions.

“It really fit with this place, were they your songs?” You ask, engineless interested in the boy in front of you and his music. The questions is merely a catalyst to an endless conversation which has him erupting into a frenzy of his adoration towards music and how each song was created. You find yourself on your third hot chocolate when he has finished the music talk, filling your mind with all kinds of new information. The way he wrote his song, Seoul, has you mind blown. It did exactly with your perception of the city’s balance between love and hate, making you strike up your own string of theories which have him laughing.

“You really like my music?” He says, almost seeming deflated as he asks the question. He probably hasn’t had too many good replies to it, which dampens your mood a little. The sky is almost pitch black, spade a few wisps of grey clouds.

Before you can answer, his voice fills the silence of the almost dead café, “Have you ever seen the hell in someone’s eyes, and loved them anyway?” He looks at you with that teddy bear face of his that you have definitely not associated with a million different stuffed animals of yours, dimples coming from his round cheeks which makes you smile warmly. He is charismatic, he is gentle. He hates poetry, which shocks you.

“What do you mean?” You say, resting your heavy head onto the palm of your hand, the other gripping your big mug. You study him for the hundredth time tonight, his sandy blonde hair falling into a comma-likely style on his forehead, converse clad feet tapping against the tiled floor. Both of your innocent nervousness mixed with the stuttered sounds coming from the radio work together to create a perfect night. This is one of the best moments of your life. With the street lights illuminating his face from the enormous window tin sit by, you feel like a star. You feel love for the first time. And it’s all that the movies made it out to be. Perhaps even more.

“When I asked you the question, your eyes just seemed so conflicted.” He says sincerely, sipping on his own small mug of coffee. The cup seems so tiny in his large hands, but he holds it with so much care that it comforts you. All of these strange emotions make you wild, why does the way someone holds a cup comfort you?

Namjoon, is his name. The man that over thinks and worries and stresses. The man that isn’t afraid to tell you those things. They boy who loves all kinds of movies, especially the romantic french kind. The hopeless chef who can’t cook to save his life. The music producer who used to sell his music to make a living and is now seconds away from being signed to a label and beginning his dream. The man that seems too incredible to exist. Namjoon.

“I just wish people would have paid more attention to your music, it took me on a journey, Joon.” You sound so lovesick that it hurts. A bell rings and you realise it’s the one on the counter, and the way employee is ringing it to signal that he is about to close up. Giving him a small apology and a smile, the two of you leave the café, your new favourite place. Holding all of his gear, he moves everything to one side of his body so that his left hand has the chance to grip yours.

“What if I take you on a real journey?”

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☆彡 Part 2

Summary: Late night texts lead to strange diner meetings and a handful of inappropriate questions. But you’d expect nothing less from Jungkook or Taehyung.

The minute you arrive back at your apartment, something within you bursts and you can’t help but smile. The feeling is like coming back from one of those inspirational movies and instantly wanting to turn your life around. Well, the most you do is open your window, but it still makes you feel refreshed. The night sky has a darkish gleam to it that brings a shadow to your room. Turning on the fairy lights above your bed, you sigh with delight. What are the chances that you’d meet two handsome people and have the time of your life after a week of absolute despair?

Changing into a bright yellow top that reaches halfway down your knees, you are calmly humming to yourself when your phone buzzes. The feeling of your stomach churning returns for a millisecond. What are the chances that it’s Jaehwa trying to pry you back into their life or Seohyun blaming you for something? Your invisible barrier that Taehyung and Jungkook has placed up for you drops to the floor as you rush to grab the stupid thing.

[Tae 🐯] 9:18pm

Are you home?

You chuckle at the contact name he gave himself. Now that you think of it, he does kind of resemble a tiger. His stare is still imprinted in your mind, wild smile the kind you’d expect from a wild animal beneath the shadow of the jungle leaves. Shaking your head, you try to perk yourself up a little after the dampening thoughts and bring yourself to reply.

[You] 9:19pm

Yeah, I’m about to get into bed :) Thanks again for tonight!!!

You want to cringe at the creepy-looking smiley face you added, immediately wanting to toss your phone somewhere into an abyss where you no longer have to look at it. Technology can be extremely hard sometimes.

Not expecting an immediate reply, you jump under the covers, marvelling in the instant heat your little burrito provides you. You’ve always been one for wrapping yourself in your covers, after all, it provides protection and support! That’s more than most of your friends have ever offered you, if you’re really to go there . . .

[Tae 🐯] 9:20pm

Me and Jungkook really enjoyed. We’d love to meet up again.

Your heart almost stops at the text message. It seems so foreign to have a genuine invitation for once. Tapping your finger against your mouth, you sit up in your bed to think of a suitable reply. It’s a Sunday tomorrow and you most definitely aren’t busy, but is it too soon to ask them? Perhaps you’ll just let Taehyung decide what time?

[You] 9:20pm

I would really like that too!! When do you want to meet up?

You once again are unable to look at your phone, a giddy sense of excitement making you jump a little. You can’t help but think about the both of them. They were so nice to offer you their company, and whilst they did give you a reasonable excuse you also can’t help but wonder what they saw in you that day? Was it pity? Are they just doing this because they feel bad? Your complex mind yet again ruins your happiness, causing you to pummel into your bed sheets. Well, at least he texted you first. That has to be a good sign, right?

Taehyung doesn’t reply for a while and you figure it’s because he’s talking to Jungkook. They’re both University students, maybe they share a dorm or an apartment similar to yours? They didn’t say exactly which university they go to, but considering the way they carry themselves you’re positive it’s one of the top three.

[Tae 🐯] 9:24pm

Monday?

Taehyung is a blunt texter, you note. The worst kind for someone with your type of personality. His lack of words equal lack of enthusiasm to you and instantly you feel like a bother. Trying to shrug away the thoughts is even harder and so you walk around your bedroom, completely abandoning the idea of sleeping.

Once you actually read the word, you let out a low huff. Of course you can’t make Monday! You have an assignment due and plenty of classes to get through. It’s one of the busiest days of your week. Must be witchcraft. The universe clearly isn’t on your side.

[You] 9:26pm

Sorry, I have an assignment due the next day. I can’t miss the deadline. Again.

You will admit that when it comes to deadlines, you are useless. Your ‘creative flow’ (which really is just a fancier term for procrastination) needs time and patience and it’s usually late into the night when you actually get your ideas. Thankfully, Taehyung has managed to remind you that you actually due have an assignment due and you should probably work on it.

Panic emits throughout your entire system and your already jaunty body is now rushing towards your school backpack where you know your notebook is idly sitting, waiting to be stared at for a few hours and then thrown away as it always is.

[Tae 🐯] 9:26pm

That’s naughty, you should never miss a deadline. Tuesday?

His words make you a little tingly, which worries you to a certain extent. He seems like a kind person, from what you can recall. Somehow laid back, but also like a hawk, aware of everything and constantly alert. You expect he’s most likely strict with himself and is just reflecting it onto you. That’s the obvious explanation, anyway.

You find yourself in your kitchen, stuffing into the leftover pizza you had stored the previous night in your fridge. It’s quite a comical scene really, here you are in your oversized t-shirt with leftover pizza in your rather sweaty hand. Stupidly, you don’t want to think about it. You aren’t ‘quirky’ like the girls on Instagram who probably do the exact same thing as you do, take a picture and then leave it. You’re just as basic as the next person, which is another reason as to why you are so unsure of this whole thing.

Get a grip, Y/N.

You contemplate on what to reply, pizza grease causing your phone to slip from your hand. You almost manage to curse as it hits the hard floor, luckily bouncing on its corner which saves your precious glass screen.

[Tae 🐯] 9:30pm

Tuesday. 4:30.

Does he know he’s had an affect on you? The text shows brightly on the screen, words burning into your mind. Part of you is ready to text him back telling him that you are independent and can sort it out yourself, almost wanting to be offended in order to ensure your sanity, but you can’t help but feel the same tingly feeling as before. A part of you is okay with being dependent on him. As well as Jungkook.

Your assignment is handed in right on time and all is well until the bell for lunch rings. It’s like a chime signalling the end of days to you, the sound echoing in your ears. Everything is muted aside from that one haunting sound as you walk to the lunch hall, letting yourself be knocked and bumped like a rag doll as your steps are soulless and unmotivated. You can’t pretend that everything is alright forever. Not when you see them all sitting there.

Haeun is the first to notice you, of course. Her outfit is a simple sleeveless jumper on top of a crisp white shirt, presentable and modest. Her skirt however, is inches away from revealing everything. Once again she is a mastermind when it comes to fooling her parents. You hate the feeling, almost wanting to go and talk to her about how she managed to pull it off. It takes effort for you to walk past them without looking, because you can feel their burning gaze with each step.

“Hey, Y/N!” Seohyun’s voice is unrecognisable above the crowd of rowdy teenagers. You instantly shoot your head in their direction, completely and utterly letting your guard down which causes you to sink away behind a few people before you actually do something.

There, sitting in the middle, is Jaehwa. Her bleach blonde hair looks almost natural now that she’s had her roots done, her school blazer discarded beside her leaving her tight shirt on show. You’ve never felt such impending jealousy in your life. You’re a stupid bitch for feeling this way because you know what she’s like, but a part of you just can’t help but want the vibe she carries with her. She is untouchable. Surely, she didn’t cry at home like you did.

She gives you one of those sly finger-waves, barely moving as a smirk begins to form on her lips. You can already picture it, like some dumb movie scene. You are the helpless victim whilst your ex friends continue to torment you endlessly. It makes you sick to your stomach, so much so that your tray is no longer of any value to you and you leave it where it sits, ignoring your rumbling stomach. You will not be the damsel in distress. You just wish you hadn’t left your damn pasta.

It’s 4:15 and you’ve never been more stressed in your life. Taehyung had asked you last night to meet in the diner you had last time and you couldn’t be more pleased. You loved that place, it seems so vintage. You don’t exactly know what to wear, freaking out over which top to choose. Your clothes are much less than revealing, in fact you don’t think you’ve ever even shown skin on nights out.

“Oy vey.” You sigh as you hold up a baby pink dress and a baby blue one. You’ve decided t shirts may be too casual even if it is just a meet-up with some new friends. How do you even dress for these kinds of things? It’s not a date. It’s not a date. Besides, there’s two of them. All of your thought mould into one when you finally go with the blue dress, putting a plain white T-shirt underneath it because your mindset still tells you to be modest. Maybe it’s just your confidence? You’ve always accepted whatever people wear, so what’s the problem when it’s you?

Realising the time, you lock up your apartment and run out of the door, quickly waving at a few of your neighbours before dashing to the diner which sadly is a little too far for your liking. You almost regret adding a beret since it almost falls off every waking second, but you wear a beret with almost every outfit as it is a crucial part of your life.

The neon sign glows against the slowly darkening sky. As you open the door, you halt your steps. There’s a ton of people here. Almost every booth is full. Last time you came here there was barely anyone here, which makes you gulp. People seem rather skeptical of your arrival, most dressed in strangely coordinated outfits.

The one booth that isn’t fully cramped is the one you walk towards, not recognising any of the people that stare you down with a look of pure hatred. Thankfully, you find Taehyung and Jungkook sitting there, immersed in conversation.

“Hey.” You murmur shyly, completely hating yourself for the ugly introduction. You hate how cowardly you seem, plopping yourself down next to Jungkook as awkwardly as humanly possible. Jungkook feels warm beside you, so much so that you have to resist the urge to snuggle up to him.

“Hi, Y/N.” Jungkook welcomes you hushfully, tilting his head downwards to smile at you. It makes your heart melt a little and you have to look away like some horrible lovesick girl from a romantic comedy; the kind of films you are an absolute sucker for.

“Y/N, you look troubled.” Taehyung announces, his elbows on the table as he leans in, an eyebrow quirking upward. You notice that his hair is much lighter than previously. Rather than a ruby red, his hair is now a light peach, verging on pink.

“Well, people here didn’t seem to p-pleased to see me I guess. I don’t know. . .” You turn away to look at everyone. They’re minding their own business, but in an ominous kind of way. As if it’s just something they’re doing to pass time. You look around, biting your lip suspiciously.

“Are they bothering you?” Jungkook’s usual soft-spoken voice sounds darker, which makes you whip your head around to meet his eyes. They are equally as dark, like something out of a horror movie. He looks like he has a thought in his head, one single thought. If you say yes to the question, what exactly would he do?

“No!” You laugh nervously, your hands performing some awfully paced waving motion in order to stop Jungkook from doing anything stupid. You hadn’t expected him to have such a hard exterior in situations like this. Part of you now feels silly for underestimating him.

“A lot of them are part of a gang, this is where they come. It’s their territory too and unfortunately that means sharing our beloved pizza with them. Just ignore them, they probably think you’re not good enough for them or something. In my opinion, you are fa better than they’ll ever be.” His voice is somehow coy, the kind that you’d use to speak to a young and impressionable child. He’s trying to convince you to believe his lie, the only obvious assumption you can think of.

Your sensitivity seems to heighten a little, suddenly the eyes on you become so much more noticeable. The lingering stares are certainly not calming in any way, “So, this gang—“

“Don’t even go there, they’re dangerous. They have this crazy pack mentality and all they do is deal crappy drugs. They aren’t what they project themselves to be.” Jungkook’s looming voice settles you slightly, but you are also shocked to hear him speak so much in one go. He isn’t at all how you’d portrayed him in your head. His presence is more of an observant one, you notice he isn’t one for joining in that often.

Your curiosity is practically burning through ever vein in your body. You want so badly to pry further as you normally do, ruthlessly rip into all kinds of questions. The look both Taehyung and Jungkook throw at you, however, makes you wish you hadn’t even thought of the idea.

“Anyway, let’s change the subject. You look particularly nice, what prompted this look?” You take the compliment to heart, since he seems so interested in fashion. Taehyung is wearing an extremely expensive jacket, smooth and colourful but somehow just enough.

“I didn’t know if this diner was casual chic or just simple so I went for an in between?” Your answer sounds like more of a question and you hunch your shoulder out of instinct to display your confusion. Jungkook scoffs, which you are mildly unsure how to take, “this place is in no way chic, I’m pretty sure you’d get away with wearing your pyjamas in here.” You chuckle , noticing something keen in Taehyung’s eyes. When he meets your stare, he clicks his tongue.

“Wanna bet?” A devious smile rests upon Taehyung’s face, his fingers playing with one of the napkins provided on the table. You snicker at the thought of Jungkook actually wearing pyjamas in here, but you aren’t entirely sure he wouldn’t do it.

“Sure. If I come in here tomorrow morning in my pyjamas, you have to give me,” Jungkook trails off for a moment, and you stare at him in awe. Is he actually going to do this?

“Whatever I want on the menu, no price limit.” Scoffing, you let our an exasperated sigh. He looks at you, as if to say ‘what’s wrong with that?’ Personally, you would have asked for money. After all, payback is fun. When you do it right.

“Deal, Kookie.”

Finally, a waiter comes over. You are sad to see that it isn’t Namjoon from the previous night. Instead it’s a scrawny boy who doesn’t seem to peak either of the boys’ interest, suggesting they are strangers. Since it’s nearing noon, you decide to treat yourself. That makes no sense, why does the time of day mean you can treat yourself, Y/N?

You order a milkshake and some fries, as well as a humongous burger. The people around you, although painfully attractive, are not going to stop you and your ravaging sidekick, ‘super stomach’. That was lame.

After you order, Taehyung and Jungkook still ramble on about the stupid bet, insisting you waste your precious early in hours in order to see Jungkook in his pyjamas. Although it would be a heartwarming sight, you aren’t sure it’s physically possible for you to wake up before 8am.

“Okay, I know we know quite a bit about each other, but it’s not really getting anywhere with this stupid bet. Come on, tell me about me about yourselves.” You urge the boys to tell you about themselves. Curiosity is practically flowing through your entire body at the moment, that paired with undoubted cynicism on what exactly the people around you are doing. Taehyung and Jungkook seem completely unbothered by it, almost familiar to it. You aren’t saying that you doubt them in any way, but when you think about it you don’t even know an awful amount about them.

“Well, Jungkook here is a bit of a sadist.” Taehyung blurts out, picking up one of his french fries as if he’d said something normal, when in reality you’re here practically choking on your drink. You’ve quickly accumulated through mild conversation that Taehyung is blunt and incredulous when it comes to silence.

You look over at Jungkook with a raised eyebrow, because what the heck? Does he just like hurting people on the daily or is it more of an in bed kind of thing. Either way, you want to know.

Taehyung is damn good at controlling conversations.

“Well, you wanted to know more...” Jungkook simply says, his head held downwards as he is unable to look at you. That’s his answer?!? THAT. You almost can’t fathom the surge of feelings coursing through you at this very moment. Jungkook’s hunched back and blushing face paired with Taehyung’s feline smirk. Nothing is making sense in your mind. It’s like your nerves have jumbled up into what looks like those strawberry string sweets. Your palms are uncomfortably sweaty and your face is beet red. Thanks, hormones.

“Okayyyy; that’s not exactly what I was expecting. So Jungkook, you like hurting people?” You ask, knowing that your pushing yourself a little too far as you place your head in your hand, eager to hear a reply. It’s a bit wicked of you really, but it feels too good all the same.

“Well, in that context it sounds villainous of me. But yes, in some senses.” Jungkook seems all the more intrigued, his shyness seemingly gone, instead replaced with a dominant aura. You feel your thighs clench at his words—you hate yourself for it. This was meant to be some lovely friendship that would swoop away your lonesome thoughts, but you just have to get attracted. Surely, it won’t escalate to anything further.

“And in what context exactly, does it not sound so villainous?” You twirl a strand of your hair on your stubby finger, really stumbling from your comfort zone at this point. You don’t think you’ve ever acted this way in front of a Male, since normally it ends in you becoming so paranoid that you cut off all ties. Something about Jungkook makes you not want to do that, even if it is a spur of the moment kind of thing.

“Barf. This is utterly gross.” Taehyung interrupts your rather sensual moment, making ‘you come back down’, if you will. Your elbow is off the table in seconds, thighs rubbing together as you shut your eyes out of your sheer stupidity. Why are you so awkward?

“Well, Y/N. Taehyung here likes to be called ‘master’ in bed, should you ever need any pointers.” Jungkook gets his own back, leaning further into the leather of the seat, the booth suddenly becoming extremely tight-fitted. You find yourself choking on air once again as these unbelievable boys stare each other down into some sort of spiritual realm. What is going on? Did they precept your ‘wanting to get to know them’ differently or are they doing this on purpose?

“In fact, Y/N. I love it.” Taehyung’s gawk is fixated directly on you, his coffee coloured eyes not even hesitating to push tension and all kinds of emotions straight into your little bubble. This is meant to be the part where you describe his ‘orbs’ in excessive detail, but you are completely unable to over the desperate throb you feel in your lower region.

Don’t do it. Don’t do it. You’ll lay awake thinking about it for months if you do it. You’re going to regret it.

“Do you really, master?”

You can’t help it, all three of you burst out laughing, tears almost forming at your eyes as you watch Taehyung holding his gut in an attempt to suppress his own laughter. You replay the cringey purr in your mind, laughing again. Breathing almost seems an inconvenience at this point.

“That was the worst thing I’ve ever heard.” Taehyung shrieks, his roar of laughter making you feel somewhat warm. For someone who seems so poised and in charge, his goofy laugh really lets him down. You don’t understand your feelings at the moment. Jungkook is an amazing person, beautiful and reserved but sentimental and challenging all the same. It’s not like you to observe someone so closely, but you find yourself doing the same with Taehyung. He is electric, part of every conversation but also aware and focused. You aren’t sure, slipping into a headspace of ultimate confusion as you watch the two sneakily converse and bicker with each other.

Oh no.

↳ A/N - Thank you for the support on my first chapter of Lonesome!!!! I definitely did NOT expect it!! I hope y’all (🤠) like this one as much as the last!! Things will be uncovered about Taehyung and Jungkook very soon so stay tuned! 🐸☕️

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Omfgg, I just read Lonesome and I love it sooo much😍 Your writing is amazing and the storyline itself is very devouring!

Thank you so much!! 💞💞 This means a lot!! I’ll be posting chapter 2 soon!! 🥰

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☆彡 Part 1

Summary: After being ditched by your ‘friends’ at the mall, you find yourself sitting by the fountain waiting for a little bit of dignity to walk home. What you do not expect is for two boys to come up to you and offer the time of your life.

𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒫𝒪𝒱 ⭐️

You know something is off when your friends invite you to the mall. A part of you wonders why the girls who have been blatantly ignoring you at school for no reason now want to hang out with you, but you’re desperate for some love. You’ve been in your room since school ended yesterday, slaving away at homework and hoping for some kind of resolve. When the notification popped up you were ecstatic enough to immediately reply, knowing straight away you’d end up looking too clingy.

Hesitantly choosing what to wear, your mind wanders off to the past week. Should you really be going? The girls you had dubbed your best friends since the beginning of high school had suddenly begun ignoring you for the majority of the week. You still sat with them at lunch but no one would engage in conversation with you.

Jaehwa, one of your prettiest friends with bleached blonde hair and an effortlessly mystical aura. You constantly wonder how she covers herself in so much perfume as if it’s some kind of godsend. Whatever she uses, it attracts the boys. They are constantly fleeting around her. Part of it makes you jealous, longing for the same kind of attention, whilst the other part of you is desperate to learn her secrets.

Seoyeon is one of your happiest friends. She always seems to wear a smile on her bright face no matter what. Much like you. For this reason, the two of you had become exceptionally close and constantly chatted on social media. You always managed to send each other random messages throughout the day. But that doesn’t happen anymore. The girl barely even bats an eyelash at you anymore, instead choosing to flick her locks in your face whenever you come a little closer. Needless to say, it breaks you a little.

Haeun is your final friend, the endlessly talented one. That’s what you and the others always labelled her. She plays six different instruments, competes in a chess and mathematics club and practically lives a double life which you admire her greatly for. Her parents think she’s never drunk in her life and that she’s a virgin. Boy, are they wrong. . .

Perhaps that’s why they’ve left you. You’ve never once drunk more than a small glass of soju when going out with them making you the designated driver. You barely ever have any gossip to share because you’re, as they call you, a ‘hopeless V card’. Shaking away the thoughts that do nothing but plague your mind with sadness, choosing a comfortable knitted jumper to keep you shielded from the bitter cold of winter.

Checking your group chat once more, a sense of giddiness goes through you as you are finally able to say something on here instead of waking up with yet another entirely secluded conversation. With no further messages, you run down the two small steps of your apartment which lead into the main room where your kitchen and living room are joined. Living alone as a Senior has both pros and cons. You know how to take care of yourself, all except for cooking. Your mother has tried countless times to teach you when she comes to visit but fails every time.

Considering it’s around Christmas time, you sigh as you point out that yet again there is no snow. Sure, it’s chilly, but after a while that just gets annoying. The mall isn’t too far from your apartment complex, considering your town isn’t the biggest. You recognise a few people as you walk down your block, the uneven paving causing you to trip here and there. Nothing really matters right now except for the fact that your friends are finally accepting you back. You don’t care anymore. The exhausting week of exile took its toll on you and now all you want is someone to talk to you who isn’t your mother.

When you reach the mall, it doesn’t take you long to find your friends standing at the entrance. They laugh with each other happily, cheeks pink from the breeze. Smiling and waving, you walk a little faster until you reach them. What surprises you is that they don’t smile. Their giggling subsides and all that is left is a small glare from each girl. Pretending not to notice, you join them. The sensible part of you is practically begging you to turn around and leave but you just know you’d rather be like a puppy on a leash with them. Because you know if you leave them, you’ll have no one to talk to.

“Hey, guys!” You manage to force yourself to speak thanks to the deafening silence that follows you around. You notice the girls have their arms linked. Now you just feel stupid. Why did you honestly think this would work? Anyone sensible enough would leave, but here you are. Still.

“Hi.” The monotone response almost has no life in it, but you take it nonetheless and walk into the mall with them. It’s like an absolute hive, everyone crowding around certain stores, carrying masses and masses of shopping bags. You smile, always loving a good shopping trip. You had made sure to save up plenty of money for this trip because, despite the circumstances, you are an extreme money spender.

Deciding it best not to strike up a conversation yet, you follow the girls as they enter a café. It has a rustic look to it, with misshapen wood table tops and small glass jars with delicate flowers inside. You like the warm inside, fairy lights creating an orange glow which makes you settle a little. You shouldn’t be nervous since you’ve known these girls for years, but not one of them make an attempt to speak to you which makes it awkward on your behalf.

Some of your insides churn with sadness as all three of them queue at the counter closely, leaving you out a little. You aren’t sure if it’s deliberate, you just don’t want to have to confirm in your mind that the friendship has ended. Once each girl has ordered, only you are left. Haeun turns around, her fresh face looking rosy and determined. She raises an eyebrow at you before speaking, “We’ll go find a place to sit while you order.”

Nodding in a daze, you breathe heavily before turning to order your drink. About five minutes later the warm hot chocolate is in your hands, a smile on your face as you take a sip of the liquid which you soon learn is scalding hot.

Searching the large expanse of the buzzing café, you walk around each table, scanning for your friends. Jaehwa’s blonde makes your search a little easier, but all you see are a few couples and a group of elderly people. Realisation quickly hits you like a truck and you almost spill your drink. They’ve left you.

You don’t want to feel surprised, but the feeling is there. Along with many others. Why did they leave you? What exactly have you done to them? What did they get from being so horrible to you? And worst of all, why were you so desperate to please them. You want to stay, just in case they come back. You want to tell yourself that it’s rude to think these things of your friends and they might have just gone to a further part of the café. With one last check, your stupid fears are confirmed and you storm out of the café.

You refuse to cry as you walk around the mall. You’ll only get yourself worked up if you stop and so your action plan is to continue shopping. After all, you brought all of this money with you. You might as well spend it. Comforting yourself with small whispers of motivation, you walk with your shoulders and head held high. What do you have to lose anymore? Nothing.

You realise your plan didn’t really work once you saw the girls in a Victoria’s Secret, immediately being shunned. Your whole body trembles with awkwardness as you recall dropping the pair of silk panties in your hand as you pretended not to see them. Shaking your head as you leave the luminous pink shop, you can’t help but be filled with emotions once again. They left you for no reason. Seeing them together, happily chatting away seems so foreign to you. You don’t know how you’ll be able to face them ever again.

You don’t want to walk home straight away, instead deciding on sitting by the fountain. It’s an impressive one, shiny marble containing sky-blue water that shoots up almost to the top of the escalators. Smiling rather sadly, you jump down onto the extensive marble, shoving your shopping bags beneath your feet. Feeling sorry for yourself is the last thing you want to be doing as pity waves through in the form of a dramatic sigh. And yet here you are.

It doesn’t take you long to regret your seating position, watching happy couples walk by hand in hand. You are directly sitting in front of a jewellery store, which attracts multiple young people, all sickly in love. The newly-formed pessimist inside of you quivers at the thought. You’ve always been in love with love, but today it just seems so cheesy. You’ve always wanted a boyfriend to hold and love, but now the idea just seems li-

“Excuse me.” An incredibly deep voice asks. At first, you do not think it is directed towards you, but when two shadows begin to develop in front of your slumped frame you muster the courage to look up, eyes being met with two males. Suddenly the idea of a boyfriend doesn’t seem so bad. Both males are painfully attractive, making you immediately suspicious as to why they would approach you.

One wears all black clothing, a chunky pair of black boots and a black face mask. You can just about make out his smile from underneath the mask and the mop of black hair, feeling slightly threatened but also somewhat intrigued by his presence. The other is completely opposite, boasting bright red hair with honey-glazed skin and a confident smile adorning his face.

“We couldn’t help but notice that you look a little bored, would you maybe, I don’t know—want to hang out with us?” The red-haired one says, which you almost choke at. Part of you is amused that you now refer to him as the ‘red-haired one’, but your other half is internally screaming bloody murder and you aren’t sure why. Someone is offering their time as a nice gesture and yet here you are contemplating whether or not they are serial killers. Surely, there is some kind of strange explanation for this. Maybe they are Jaehwa���s previous boyfriends that are seeking revenge? Well, that wouldn’t be logically correct since you were never introduced to Jaehwa’s boyfriends.

Feeling yourself blush, you decide today will not be the day to embarrass yourself any further than you already have. Hesitantly, you speak up, although it’s barely inaudible. “W-who are you?” You say, trying to make sure you don’t sound rude. The last thing you want to do is send them away. Sure you’re a little scared but a part of you knows you will regret this if you don’t find out a little first.

The red-haired boy nods in understanding before stepping forward, “My name is Taehyung. I’m a 20-year-old male from Daegu who moved to Seoul three years ago. I’m currently in my first year of university studying business and history. I hope to work in the fashion industry one day. Also, I am very fond of dogs.” You chuckle at the way he speaks, immediately wanting to hear more. His alluring tone alerts you to the fact that he is probably a popular guy. The way he says such facts about himself so easily makes you feel almost a little envious.

By now, the boy beside Taehyung has pulled his mask down so that it rests just under his chin and flicks his hair so that he can see you clearly, “I’m Jungkook. I’m 20 as well, but I’m from Busan and I came here last year. I’m also in my first year of university studying law.” His way of speaking is far more nonchalant but also in a shy kind of way. He doesn’t make excessive eye contact which you are somewhat glad for.

“Well, aren’t you going to introduce yourself!” Taehyung says rather excitedly, eyes beaming with delight. A sudden pressure weighs on your shoulders as bad memories flood in. It feels like you have to make your introduction to the girls all over again as if you have to be a new person in order for them to accept you. Shrugging the unnecessary bad thoughts away simply because you don’t want to be that person, you decide that you have nothing to lose. Once again.

“I’m Y/N, I’m 19 and I’m a senior in high school. I hope to attend university to study psychology and literature. I also really like dogs. And cakes.” Smiling proudly, you stand up hoping to reach their height. Unfortunately for you and your rather stubby, gangly legs, you barely reach their chins. Strangely, they are almost exactly the same height, intimidating you.

“Well, Y/N. You’re probably wondering why this is actually happening. It’s just, we saw you at the coffee shop. In fact, we watched the whole scene. At first, we felt sorry for you but then we saw you here and wondered if you’d like to, I don’t know, walk around with us? Have fun?” His deep, honey-like voice is somehow perkier, making you lean towards obliging to his request. At first, your fear of being left alone and abandoned returns immediately and you’d like nothing more than to sink into the covers of your bed, but looking at their faces you manage to brush that thought away. 

“Taehyung, maybe we shouldn’t have been so forwa-” you stop Jungkook as he attempts to make the situation slightly less awkward. You really don’t want to regret this and so you wave your hands a little ballistically in order to show your enthusiasm but also to stop the frown forming on Taehyung’s golden face. “NO! I-I’d love to, thank you.” 

You look at both of them meekly, noticing the evident contrast between their personalities. Taehyung clearly knows how to dress, each layer of clothing placed into the perfect position on his body, making some kind of patterned-abyss. Meanwhile, Jungkook favours street-style, practical but also fashionable wear with not a lot of colour, you notice. Leaving them standing would be a mistake and for the first time, you are happy with one of your decisions. 

“GREAT! We were actually just about to get lunch, wanna come?” Taehyung is already grabbing your hand, earning a chuckle from Jungkook. Although silent, his presence is an impact on Taehyung who releases your hand ever so gently. The both of them seem so interesting and comical, and you find yourself wanting to get to know them. 

You stand between the two of them as all three of you begin walking. Their pace is rather quick which results in you beginning a power-walk in order to catch up with them. Taehyung is most definitely like some kind of cartoon character, all though you cannot put your finger on exactly who. 

“So, Y/N. Why did your friends ditch you like that?” 

“Taehyung! You can’t just say stuff like that, it’s clearly a sensitive topic!” Jungkook tries to suppress your sadness, giving you a warm smile once he is done with scolding Taehyung. He seems to steal a piece of your mind with his glance, soft but serious. He kind of reminds you of a father figure. Daddy material if you do say so yourself. Shut up Y/N.

“No, it’s okay. I don’t actually know the answer. One day the three of them just decided they didn’t like me. I was stupid enough to accept an invite to the mall even after they’d ignored me all week. I should’ve known they’d leave me.” Half of your sentence is filled with shame for yourself. Why on earth would you fall for something as cliché as them ditching you at a mall? The second half of your sentence is filled with regret. The last thing you want Taehyung and Jungkook to think is that you’re looking for pity. 

“They sound like bad friends.” Jungkook practically hums and you look at him with wonder in your eyes. He is quiet and strangely calm, which is unnatural in a busy place like Seoul. Everyone moves quickly and there is never much silence, so balancing someone like him with someone as whimsical as Taehyung is rather nice on your part.

“Well, maybe a pizza will cheer you up? We always get the big one to see who can eat the most.” Taehyung suggests, raising his shoulders slightly as you end up leaving the mall. The cold air hits you head on, your nose turning painful as you sniff away, immediately clutching the earmuffs you know are stuffed away somewhere in your bag.

“What happens to the person that eats the most?” You ask quizzically, shoving on the earmuffs which shield your ears from the cold but also give you slight hearing difficulty. You don’t miss, however, the adamant coo that comes from Taehyung, his finger squishing your cheek.

“The winner gets an extra bottle of Soju, but also a really bad stomach ache.” Jungkook answers your question, seeing as Taehyung is so persistent on giving all of his attention to the earmuffs now planted on your head. The pizza place is barely a ten minute walk from the mall, which you are delighted by. The whole way there you find yourself rambling on about your life, pausing every now and then to let either Taehyung or Jungkook speak.

When you arrive at the pizza place, you take note of the diner vibe it has to it, white ties lining a red exterior whilst a neon sign frames the whole place. You can’t believe you’ve never come across it before, it’s like something out of the American dream.

“This is our hangout,” Taehyung begins to explain as Jungkook pushes the door open. A bell sounds, barely audible above the 50’s rock which plays smoothly from a jukebox neatly tucked away behind a few cheeseplants. “It’s were we come to meet up. I’m definitely bringing you back here sometime.” He then whispers, leaning suspiciously close which causes you to blush quite furiously if you do say so yourself. Is it hot in here?

The two boys walk straight towards a particular booth, sitting down with ease as you poop yourself beside Jungkook. His presence seems to calm you and that’s exactly what you need now that your heart is pounding against its ribcage thanks to the male version to Jessica from Roger rabbit; Taehyung.

After around five minutes, a caramel-haired boy comes to your table, dressed in classical waiter’s attire, which surprises you a little as you would’ve expected something to go with the theme. It makes your blush turn even redder which only leads to excruciating embarrassment. You suddenly realise you haven’t picked out and memorised your order yet, panic beginning to arise.

“Namjoon! How’s work, buddy?” Taehyung’s loud voice booms into your ears, alarming you enough to jump in your spot. The action does not go unnoticed by Jungkook, who you’ve now branded some kind of psychic as he leans into you and whispers, “Don’t be afraid, he’s always like this.”

Seriously, what is it with the leaning and the whispering. Any more and your heart will surely palpitate.

“Oh, it’s good I guess. I’m saving up for a new microphone anyway, so it helps.” Namjoon, a reserved boy you note, clutches the back of his nape, his sweaty forehead evidence enough of his hard work. The three of them obviously know each other as they chat happily about music and school and supposedly their other friends. At the mention of the word you feel bile rise in your stomach. It’s foolish of you to try and think you can just forge-

“This is Y/N, our new friend.” Taehyung smiles, all of his white teeth on display as a boxy shape takes the place of his usually prompt lips. You feel your heart race at the sight, nerves from social interaction instantly boosting by a thousand. You just aren’t very good with people, a common theme in your life, you’ve noticed.

“Hi.” Is all you manage to blurt out, pitch incredibly high and needy-sounding which makes you look down and regret everything you’ve ever done throughout your entire existence. Concealing your awkwardness is painfully hard, but instead of being met with awkward silence you are thankfully being met with a few giggles.

Namjoon really does seem like a softie to you. Despite his rolled up sleeves and hard look, his giggle completely betrays his exterior, proving him to be a big teddy, “Hello, what can I get you?” He says happily, voice a mixture of raspiness and fullness, creating a wonderful tone that you swear you’ve heard before.

Looking at the menu, you feel slightly more relaxed but still skittish at the fact that you haven’t yet memorised everything on the menu in order to avoid humiliation at all costs.

“Can I have a small pepperoni pizza please?” You don’t know whether to say fuck it and get a large because you’re a fully-grown independent woman or to just shrink back into your hole but one thing leads to another and you find yourself changing your mind, “actually scratch that, I’ll have a large. It’s been a long day.”

“I feel you sister.” Namjoon says, and it’s possibly one of the best moments of the whole day for you. Smiling at him with genuine interest, you find yourself wanting to become his best friend.

“And he was so high he asked me why colours couldn’t move! How was I supposed to reply to that?” Taehyung yells loudly, a half eaten pizza still sitting solemnly in his hand. You laugh (well, more like cackle) at his words. Jimin, is the friend Taehyung is talking about. Apparently the guy is a frequent drug user, which at first scared you a little about the crowd you had gotten yourself into, but after hearing all of the stories you can only laugh but also question the meaning of life. This Jimin guy asks some real thought-provoking questions.

Jungkook still has two slices left, giving you a sneaky smile once you put two and two together. Taehyung is obviously going to win, which means more soju and an incredibly drunk Tae. Oh how you’d love to see a sight like that. You don’t know how long you’ve been here but once you’ve settled a little, you realise just how much fun you’ve had. Possibly the best ever. The two of them are so passionate about the same things as you. They share interest in films that no one has ever heard of and appreciate fine arts and discuss real world problems with respect and understanding. You enjoy the time you’ve spent with them and frankly, you don’t want it to end.

You find that Jungkook has a particular interest in soft and mellow music and likes finding songs that he’s never heard of. You then learn that he likes to cover them and in actual fact has the voice of an angel. You learn that he is obsessed with debating and rarely ever loses arguments, constantly trying to improve the way he poses his statements.

You learn that despite Taehyung’s energetic and lively personality his interior is hard and he protects whoever he cares for even if they don’t notice. You find that he is insecure of the low voice he has, because it always stands out. But you learn that despite the fact that he doesn’t always love it, the times in which he does he owns it and that is where his love for fashion spiralled into a unique journey for him.

“Hey, it’s getting late,” you begin, noticing the darkening sky. It isn’t that you want to leave them, it’s just the fact that you hate walking home alone in the dark. It’s something you’ve detested ever since you got your apartment. “It’s been really nice, thank you so much for inviting me, without this I probably would have gone home and cried myself to sleep. Ugh that was horrib-“

“You don’t have to thank us, we actually really enjoyed this. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to introduce myself and open up,” Taehyung says, his voice entrancing you. You can’t understand just why he dislikes his voice at all. It’s like some kind of liquor that burns the back of your throat because of its impact.

“You want our numbers?” Jungkook asks, a tilted smile on his face that gives him a boyish look. Hidden under his hair is the most magnificent pair of eyes, you just wish you could see them more clearly. Nodding, he chuckles as he takes your phone and types his information into the contact list, handing it to Taehyung for him to do the same.

Standing up, you begin your journey to the door, where all three of you stand. “You better text us, I don’t want this to be a one time thing. It was too fun.”

Keeping your promise, you relish in the feeling of two strong arms wrapped around you. Although there is no indication of romance, the lack of experience in this field leads to to immediately swoon in response. It’s just such a good feeling. Letting go, you are then swept into another hug, this time with a firmer grip. Your hands trace the leather of Jungkook’s jacket once more before letting go hesitantly.

“Bye guys, I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

“Yeah.”