#I’m sorry miss RYUJIN?!?!

[kkami-writes]

waiting for us — chapter seventeen. screwed over ↝ wc: 566

“Asshole!” 

You yell probably a little too loud but you just don’t care. You’re beyond pissed, gripping your phone tightly and resisting the urge to smash it into the ground. You know realistically that you won’t be fired, you’ll just send a text to Ryujin to let her know you’ll be late. Ryujin has been so nice to you and on occasion you hung out with her and her soulmate Yeji. 

The thing you hated the most was that your brother continued to show you how much power he had over you, never letting you forget it. Even if you had your license there was no car for you to drive, goodness knows your parents weren’t gonna buy you one. 

“Ugh!” You groan, running a frustrated hand through your hair, pulling at the strands. 

“Mio?” You quickly turn around to the source of the voice and you see Jisung. He’s walking towards you with another male behind him. The other guy has big boba-like eyes that are practically staring into your soul and you get the strangest feeling that he’s yet another one of your soulmates. He’s strangely cat like, his eyes blinking slowly at you and you definitely don’t miss the way he gives your form a quick glance.

“Are you okay?” Jisung asks and you pull your gaze away from the other. 

“Yeah sorry- just. My brother seems to have forgotten that he needed to pick me up and now I'm gonna be late to work,” You sigh. “Sorry, I better get going, I’m gonna have to walk,” 

Somehow you’re slightly relieved, able to avoid being in the presence of your soulmates. You could tell that you were already getting slightly attached. What with you listening to 3RACHA all day yesterday and your constant lunch breaks with Hyunjin. 

“Ah wait! We could give you a ride, we were about to head out. That’s fine, right hyung?” Jisung asks the male next to him. The latter simply nods his head, no other emotion showing on his face to give away his thoughts. 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother,” You give one last attempt to get away but honestly you really wouldn’t mind that ride, being late to work was definitely one of your pet peeves. 

“Of course! Oh, this is Minho by the way. Minho, Mio. Mio, Minho,” The male in question reaches his hand out for you and you tentatively slip your own hand into his. You pretend you don’t feel the small vibration deep in your chest, quickly taking your hand back as soon as you can. 

“It’s nice to meet you,”

“Yeah, you too. Sorry- I don’t mean to rush but, I really do need to get to work,” 

“Oh right! Come on, let’s go!” Jisung is always bright with his cute heart shaped smile, grabbing onto your hand and pulling you towards their shared car. You don’t have much of a choice but to follow the male who’s all but dragging you. You ignore the fact that your face is probably flushed just from him holding your hand. 

Minho trails a little behind the two of you, seemingly analyzing you, watching how Jisung interacts with you. His head tilts, the smallest hint of a smile curling at his lips. He could definitely understand now his boyfriend's fascination with you, now fully curious to learn more about you.

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[ryuttaeng]

pairing: lieutenant!ryujin x detective!reader

summary: all of a sudden, police department sent you to solve serial crimes with lieutenant shin ryujin, out of all lieutenants.

cw: smut, g!p, enemies to lovers, mentions of murders, pet names, in shy ryujin we believe

word count: 960

a/n: sorry it’s kinda mid it’s almost 4 am 😭

“not you again, you prick.” shin ryujin, lieutenant exclaimed, nervously exhaling cigarette smoke. you smirked, straightening your tie and standing right in front of her face, “it’s nice to see you again, lieutenant.” you said in honeyed voice, which made ryujin inhale through cigarette and exhale smoke right in your face. you closed your eyes, not to cause irritation, “you better to stay away from me, detective byun.” she hissed, going inside the house where homicide happened almost an hour ago.

ryujin gritted her teeth, nervously sighing. where could she miss the most important thing for the whole case? ryujin’s eyes drifted all over the apartment, looking for any useful information. “i…”

“can’t find any more clues, lieutenant?” ryujin hears your voice behind her, making her annoyed. shin turns around, slamming you against the wall, “shut the fuck up, you moron! i’ve had enough of you being a pain in my ass!” ryujin spat out. she calms down and relaxes, removing her grip from you. it almost scared her, the way you didn’t say a thing back or flinched, at least, you hid your fear good enough. “maybe you should check victim’s bedroom again, lieutenant.” your only words, as you fixed your shirt. ryujin’s eyes went from your face to your hands, nervously fidgeting your ring on your middle finger.

she nodded, it almost went unnoticed, your eyes remained on her as she headed towards bedroom. for fucks sake, ryujin for real missed a lot of clues here, analysing all information again.

you took a sip of whiskey, your last investigation was successful, thanks to lieutenant, of course.

shin ryujin took a step inside the bar, her eyes wandering around the place, looking for you. lucky enough to find you, she sighed, moving to you. “my my, look at you, my dear detective.” she says, putting on the grimace of smirk on her face, as she slowly approached your side. ryujin herself doesn’t know the reason of tension between you two but she comes along it, fair enough, you do annoy her though, as much as she annoyed you. right.

“what… what do you want, my precious lieutenant?” you put effort to simply say something, barely looking at the woman in front of you. ryujin sighed, just looking at your statement she could say that she just signed a death sentence to herself, not that she’s a fan of drunk coworkers.

“what ya looking at? never saw a drunk woman before? i… hold on….” you spoke, hurriedly standing up and heading to the bathroom.

ryujin looked up, as she saw your figure come out of bathroom, you tiredly returned to your seat, groaning. “i’ve never seen someone being drunk and in a snap of fingers almost as sober as before.” she stated, watching you. you furrowed your eyebrows, as you fixed your clothes, “just forget it already. why are you here anyway?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“it would be better if i stayed and continued to drink instead.” you mumbled, taking off your jacket.

“it’s your work, byun y/n.” ryujin answered, following you.

“not that i have ever expected to spend a night in a hotel room with my lieutenant. in a hotel where homicide just happened especially.” you replied, laying on the bed, which is a king sized, and is the only bed in the room, ironically. ryujin sat down, sighing. “you’re so annoying sometimes, you know? but even now, you’re not.” older woman said, which made you to sit up, looking at her. “and what you mean by that is?” you asked, noticing how ryujin looked kind of nervous? she tried not to look at you, her hand nervously pulling her pants. “well, you… you’re a good person and i-i’m sorry that i yell at you and being rude to you…” ryujin nearly whispered, she flinched, when she felt your arm around her waist and your head on her shoulder.

“aw, such a gentleman you are! and a handsome one, i must say… if we’re complimenting each other right now, you know.” you replied, pinching ryujin’s cheek. “i accept your apology and-“ goodness gracious, when you looked down you almost didn’t believed your eyes. the bulge in her pants?

“oh… well, you can say sorry in a different way though…” you put your hand on ryujin’s thigh, slowly going up. ryujin’s breath hitched, as she almost immediately melted under your touch. you smiled to your thoughts, “suddenly so shy and not even complaining? that’s the way i like it, darling.” you whispered, as ryujin whimpered from your touch, your hand palmed her cock.

in a few minutes older woman already laid naked, as you hand slowly jerked her off. “you’re so cute when you’re not being a jerk.” you said, receiving a mumbling in response, ryujin didn’t knew where to put her hands so she basically just held your arms. “can’t keep you waiting too long, baby, aren’t you cute?” you murmur, as you hear ryujin whine at the loss of touch, just to moan your name when she felt herself inside of you, you immediately starting to ride her. “y/n! oh- fuck…” ryujin whined, her hips slowly starting moving in your pace, making you to let out a moan. you feel ryujin’s hands on your waist, her grip tightening as she’s about to reach her climax.

as ryujin’s movements grew faster and more erratic, you knew she was about to cum so you pushed yourself deeper onto her, trying to take more in. ryujin let out a loud moan, pulling you closer to her, connecting her lips with yours as she released her cum inside of you. the pleasure was intense, you slowed down, as ryujin’s slow thrust continued, letting you to ride out your climax.

[herrscherofinsanity]

Meeting Yu Again

Summary: It's been a month since that enchanting night and Jimin makes it her life's mission to run into you again and get you to fall for her along the way.

Fluff

Yu Jimin x fem!reader

Word count: 5.3k

Hi! This is part 2 for Enchanted to meet Yu, if you haven't checked that one out I strongly recommend you do.

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About a month later

Saturday, 3pm.

“Yeji please! I’m desperate, okay?”

“Look Jimin, how is you being a little coward any of my business?” Yeji said, she was clearly irritated but Jimin wasn’t ready to back down.

Jimin ran a hand through her hair, she closed her eyes and took a moment to catch her breath. She definitely wasn’t expecting Yeji to be so difficult about the whole thing. Think Jimin! What could convince Yeji to help me out?

The two girls were currently sitting at a café near Yeji’s house, Jimin had called her friend under the pretense that they hadn’t seen each other in so long and they should hang out, but Yeji should’ve known better than that. Jimin had been begging for the past hour or so to throw a party at Yeji’s house.

“Why don’t you just text her, you know, like a normal person would?” Yeji inquired.

Jimin tensed up at her friend’s statement. “And say what?” she hissed. “Hey y/n, I know it’s been a month since we met, I’m sorry I never texted you or anything, I was too scared to do so because I kept hearing rumors about you.” Jimin looked at Yeji incredulously, Yeji on the other hand, couldn’t help but laugh at her friend’s current state of distress.

“She might appreciate the honesty”. Jimin groaned, but Yeji continued “Plus, she could’ve also texted you but she didn’t”.

“Weren’t you the one who said she was never one to take the first step?” Jimin stared at her friend suspiciously. “Were you lying to me!? Why are you trying to come in between my future wife and me?” she exclaimed.

A few days after she met you, while she was trying to muster up the courage to DM you on Instagram, Jimin asked Yeji what she knew about you and how she could approach you. Yeji had admitted that she didn’t know much about your love life other than some rumors that had been going around your school. Everything Jimin heard came down to one thing, you never said yes to anyone how asked you out, you didn’t seem interested at all in dating.

That left Jimin absolutely baffled, you definitely were interested in her back at the dance recital, that gave her a little hope but it wasn't enough to get her to make the first move. How was she supposed to approach an unapproachable girl?

“Her friends say she’s not the type to go after someone, if you want to get anywhere with her you have to take the first step… but there’s really no guaranteeing she’ll say yes”. Yeji’s previous words echoed in Jimin’s mind.

The whole thing left her feeling torn, Jimin was dying to talk to you, but her fear of rejection ended up winning in the end. That brought her to the current situation, convincing Yeji to throw a party for her birthday, invite all of her friends and coincidentally run into you. Jimin had convinced herself it was the perfect plan; she just needed the birthday girl to agree.

“Relax Jimin” Yeji sighed “you asked me about her and I was honest with you” she shrugged.

Don’t strangle your friend, Jimin.

“Wait a minute” the gears in Jimin’s head started to turn “there was another girl that night, the one you took to your dressing room. You’re interested in her, aren’t you?”

Jimin noticed how Yeji’s eyes widened for a split second. Checkmate.

“Okay, and?” Yeji said, trying way too hard to be casual “what’s it to you?”

“She’s y/n’s friend, isn’t she?” Jimin smiled, mischief swimming in her eyes “I’m pretty sure I’ve seen her on some of my wife’s Instagram stories”.

“Yes, they’re friends” Yeji replied carefully “y/n is the reason Ryujin came to the dance recital in the first place, she asked her to tag along”. Jimin didn’t miss the slight blush that covered Yeji’s cheeks as she mentioned your friend.

“That’s perfect! Don’t you see?” Jimin exclaimed “if we do this, then both of us win!”.

“Oh yeah? How?”

“We plan the party, you invite y/n because she’s your friend, you drop hints that you wish for Ryujin to be there for your birthday party, y/n invites Ryujin and bam! You get your girl to celebrate your birthday with you and I get a chance to make the love of my life fall in love with me”. Jimin’s excitement was contagious, Yeji wasn’t really the type to party, but she couldn’t deny that Jimin’s little scheme wasn’t half bad.

After considering her friend’s proposal, a smile grew across Yeji’s face. “You know what? Sure, let’s do this thing”.

Jimin jumped out of her seat and into her friend’s arms. “Yes, yes yes! Thank you so much for this, Yeji, I’ll make sure both of our nights are perfect”.

She finally did it, she finally found her way back to you, and she was about to do everything in her power to get you to agree to go out with her. Yu Jimin vowed right then and there; she was going to get you to fall in love with her.

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Monday, 7am.

You were currently standing in front of your locker, humming along to the song that was currently playing through your headphones. Too busy being stuck in your own little world, you failed to notice someone was approaching you.

You turned around when you felt a tap on your shoulder, a boy was standing behind you, a shy smile on his face and a single rose on his hand. You raised one of your eyebrows as you removed your headphones. The boy looked familiar, but you’d be lying if you said you knew what his name was.

“Hi y/n, how was your weekend?” he said, taking a step closer to you.

“It was fine, thank you for asking” you tried your best to give him a small smile. Telling someone you like them must be nerve wracking.

“Oh, well, that’s good to hear” he rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, he was clearly expecting you to keep the conversation flowing but that wasn’t going to happen. “I was wondering if you would like to go out with me after school? Maybe we could get ice cream or something”.

You sighed before shaking your head “sorry, I’m not interested in dating”.

“If you could just give me a chance maybe it would change your mind” he tried again.

“I said no, please stop insisting”. You put your headphones back in and turned to your locker once again. A second later you felt someone tapping your shoulder, internally rolling your eyes you looked over your shoulder to see if it was still the boy from before only to realize it wasn’t.

“I know Nayeon left you in shambles, but it’s been almost two years, you should try to give someone a chance” your best friend, Chloe said.

You tensed up when she said that. Im Nayeon. Your neighbor and childhood friend turned into crush turned into lover and then into ex when she left for college. Nayeon had been your first everything, the older girl had shown you what it was like to be loved and to be in love, but it didn’t last. When it was time for your lover to leave for college, she gave you an excuse about not wanting to deal with a long-distance relationship claiming it would be too much of a hassle. You begged her to give your relationship a chance, but she said it was a necessary change, she needed to find herself and a kid like you would only bring her down. To add insult to injury, your older sister, Liz, was and still is best friends with Nayeon.

“Can we not talk about her? Besides, I’m not interested in relationships”.

Your friend laughed; she knew perfectly well a certain dancer had been plaguing your thoughts for the past month now. “Oh really?” her tone was dripping with sarcasm “and what happened to the girl you couldn’t shut up about? You know, the one you were so close to kissing?”.

You shut your locker before turning to fully face Chloe; your friend certainly didn’t miss the blush that was covering your cheeks. “That felt different, something about Jimin was different” you sighed again, a lovesick expression on your face “but anyway, that was a whole month ago, if something was meant to happen it would’ve happened by now”.

“So, what you’re saying is that if that Jimin girl were to come here right this second and asked you out, you would say yes and stop being emo about your ex?”.

 “I’m not being emo! Me not wanting a relationship has nothing to do with the fact that I was dumped” you huffed “but… I wouldn’t say no if a certain someone asked me out”.

Just then, your friend Yeji approached you two, a smile present on her face.

“Hello girls! It’s a good thing I caught you here, there’s something I need to talk to you about” the senior said. You and Chloe exchanged a look, before staring at Yeji with anticipation.

“Is it another dance recital?” Chloe blurted out. Yeji let out a loud laugh while you groaned covering your face with your hands in the process.

“I bet y/n here would like that, but no.” both of your friends laughed, Yeji continued “my birthday is coming up, I’m having a party this Saturday and I would love it if you both came” she ended with a smile. Inviting Chloe means there’s less chance of y/n refusing to attend.

“I must admit I’m surprised, you’re not really into parties” you pointed out.

Yeji internally cursed Jimin before answering, a forced smile on her lips “I know, I’m trying to step out of my comfort zone this year”.

You hummed not fully convinced, but you weren’t going to press further. “Sure Yeji, I’ll be there” you smiled.

“Me too!” Chloe chimed in. Yeji smiled at the two of you.

“Great! Also, y/n feel free to bring a plus one with you, I really won’t mind” she gave you a pointed look, you raised your eyebrow in return. Is Yeji talking about Ryujin?

“Right, I’ll see what I can do” you saw relief washing through Yeji’s face “thanks for the invite, we’ll definitely be there” you said as you made a move to walk away.

“Oh! y/n?” Yeji called out to you “try not to miss the party, there’s someone in attendance who’s just dying to see you” she finished with a smirk, you felt your heart skip a beat and hope blooming in your chest.

Could it be?

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Saturday, 5pm.

You were currently at your house getting ready for Yeji’s party, your friends Ryujin and Chloe insisted on getting ready together so no one would be over or underdressed. Your friends were discussing some drama that happened during lunch time yesterday, but you couldn’t bring yourself to focus on their words. Your thoughts took the form of a certain raven-haired beauty, a smile made its way to your face and a blush covered your cheeks as you thought about meeting the girl once more. Maybe this time you’ll have more time with her, maybe you’ll get to finish what you started. But at the same time, negative thoughts started plaguing your mind. What if Jimin wasn’t as excited to see you as you were? What if it was all in your head? Surely if she was interested in you, she would’ve reached out earlier, right?

“Hello? Earth to y/n?” you snapped out of your thoughts and noticed Chloe waving her hand in front of your face.

“Huh?”

Chloe sighed, while Ryujin looked on with concern in her eyes. “Are you okay? You seem a bit off…”

You bit your lip, wondering if you should dampen the mood or pretend everything’s fine. Looking at both of your friends, noticing the concern in both of their faces, you knew you could trust them with your inner turmoil.

“It’s just… what if I really see Jimin there?” you looked down, playing your hands “I mean, what if I’m not what she expected? And… she’s also a senior. What if I give her chance and then when she graduates, she leaves me?”

“y/n look at me” you locked eyes with Chloe, that’s when she noticed the tears in your eyes “Jimin isn’t Nayeon, give her a chance and see what happens. But most importantly, give yourself a chance, you deserve to be happy and to love freely. Heartbreak is a normal thing, especially at this age, but don’t throw away the chance to be happy with this girl just because you’re scared, okay? Ryujin, Michelle, Bea, and I will be here for you”. She went in for a hug, Ryujin joining in not even a second later.

“I have no idea who Nayeon is, but I’ll beat her up for you y/n” Ryujin stated, you chuckled at what she said, you were incredibly grateful for your friends and their support.

“Thank you, I needed that” you said as you pulled away from the hug so you could look at your friends properly. “I’ll go to that party and I’ll have the time of my life”.

“That’s the spirit! You should wear that little black dress; you know the one. Jimin won’t be able to take her eyes off of you” Chloe winked.

Amongst laughter and nonsensical chatter, you three finished getting ready and waited for Michelle and Bea, your other friends, to pick you up. As you looked at yourself in the mirror you couldn’t keep one specific thought out of your head.

Just you wait, Yu Jimin, I’ll make you fall in love with me no matter what.

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Saturday, 8pm.

“I think I’m gonna barf”.

“Not on my mother’s car you won’t, Ryujin!” Michelle exclaimed from the front seat. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I bet she’s nervous because it’s her first-time stepping foot in Yeji’s house” you said, a light laugh leaving your lips.

“What do you mean first time? You’ve been here before?” the nervous girl narrowed her eyes at you.

“Oh yeah, countless times” you said, getting out of the car, the others following your movements “and before you start plotting my death, I was invited strictly for rehearsals when we did that musical together last year”. Ryujin seemed to relax a bit, but her shoulders were still tense, Bea noticed this and attempted to make her feel better with some candy she kept on her purse at all times.

When you guys made your way into Yeji’s house you were surprised by how packed it was; Yeji had not only invited the whole senior and junior classes from your school, apparently, she invited people form other high schools as well. Chloe linked her arm with yours and you sent a reassuring smile her way, out of the corner of your eye you saw Michelle motioning you guys to move further into the house.

You knew the person you should be looking for was the birthday girl, but your heart was set on finding the girl who made you promise to teach her how to do flips a whole month ago. As you kept walking, you kept making eye contact with strangers. Does Yeji even know all these people?

You were about to give on up your search for the host and make your way to the kitchen when you felt someone standing right behind you. You were about to turn around and go off on a rant about personal space when the person, the girl, leaned in to whisper something in your ear that made your blood run cold.

“Hey stranger”. That deep voice, that playful tone…

You almost gave yourself whiplash with how fast you turned around, startling Chloe in the process. There she was, standing right in front of you with that goofy grin on her face. You couldn’t contain the smile that was growing in your face, you can’t even remember how many times you had dreamed of running into the girl again.

“Hey yourself. I really like your outfit, you look beautiful.” She truly looked beautiful; Jimin was wearing jeans and a crop top, showing off her abs in the process, her beautiful black hair was wavy today. She was giving off an effortless yet chic vibe and you were absolutely digging it.

Jimin smiled at your compliment, she felt her face getting hot and thanked the universe the lights were off. It hadn’t even been three minutes and she was already going insane. Truthfully speaking, Jimin had noticed you the moment you stepped foot into the house. Not that she had been dutifully staring at the door for the past hour or anything like that.

“Thank you, y/n. I like your dress, you look gorgeous” she said biting her lip.

Chloe looked between the two of you, a smirk growing on her face as she thought of her next move. “Hi, you’re the famous Yu Jimin, aren’t you? I’m Chloe Hosterman, y/n’s best friend. It’s very nice to meet you” she said. Jimin smiled in return and introduced herself; if she wanted to have a chance with you, she needed to win your friends over as well.

“Say Jimin, you obviously got here before we did, do you happen to know where Yeji is?” Chloe continued.

“Uh actually I lost sight of her a while ago, sorry about that”. Jimin said sheepishly. She had absolutely no idea where Yeji was, but she couldn’t really expose herself like that.

“Don’t worry about it” Chloe turned to address both of you “y/n, let’s split up. You and Jimin can go look for Yeji over there by the kitchen, we’ll take the dance floor, okay?” she said, sending a not so discreet wink your way. You laughed, mentally thanking your best friend for the opportunity.

You took Jimin’s hand and dragged her with you to the kitchen. You poked your head in and noticed it was empty. Perfect.

“No sign of Yeji here, we might as well take a break” you suggested, a playful grin displayed across your face. Jimin laughed, it was obvious what your and your friend’s intentions were, but she definitely wasn’t going to complain.

“It’s just you and me for now, we might as well play catch up, don’t you agree?” Jimin had an easy smile on her face. She had been a ball of nerves ever since Yeji agreed to play along with her little scheme, but now that she had you right in front of her, she only felt peace. Jimin knew from the start you were different, she didn’t understand why, but she wanted to find out, she wanted to keep feeling this way.

You agreed with Jimin, making a move to lean against the counter, you looked up at your companion with anticipation in your eyes. Jimin smiled softly, moving to stand right in front of you she loosely wrapped her arms around your waist, in return, you wrapped yours around her neck. You just stood there like that for a while, basking in each other’s presence.

“So…” Jimin began “what song did you choose for our upcoming performance?”. You laughed at her question.

“And here I was thinking you had forgotten all about that” you teasingly replied.

Jimin let out a gasp, bringing one of her hands to her chest. “You wound me, y/n. This performance is the only thing I’ve been able to think about.”

“Oh really?”

“Cross my heart. I even looked up tutorials for back flips” Jimin pouted, you let out a loud laugh at that. You had no idea whether Jimin was pulling your leg or not, but she definitely had a way to make things entertaining.

 “Why did you make me promise to teach you how to do flips if you were going to watch tutorials behind my back?” you countered, Jimin saw the amusement swimming in your eyes “you’re the one who’s wounding me”.

“I wanted to impress you, obviously” Jimin grinned. “Is it working?”.

You hummed. “I’m not telling”. Jimin laughed, leaning in a bit.

“Not even for a kiss?” she playfully winked at you.

“Mm, you can give it a try, but I won’t make any promises”.

Jimin stared at your lips, then at your eyes, and then back at your lips. She had been dreaming of this moment for what felt like ages now. Even though she wanted to connect your lips as quickly as possible, she still wanted to make things a bit romantic. Jimin held your waist with a firmer grasp as she slowly leaned in. You closed your eyes waiting for Jimin to finally kiss you.

“Jimin! There you are!” Jimin let out a groan when she felt you pulling away, she turned to glare at the familiar voice that had called her name.

“Minjeong. What is it?” Jimin didn’t try to hide the irritation she was currently feeling. You, on the other hand, turned to look at the newcomer curiously. Right by the entrance of the kitchen, a girl with short brunette hair, big round eyes and a light pout on her lips stood watching the two of you awkwardly. She locked eyes with you and felt her heart skipping a beat when you smiled at her.

“I didn’t know you were busy.” The girl started “we hadn’t seen you in a while, we were getting worried” she said, looking down. She’s adorable, you thought to yourself.

Jimin felt like strangling her friends. They all knew the only reason she was here was to get close to the girl she was currently holding in her arms. Why on Earth where they looking for her? She stared blankly at Minjeong. Someone better be dying.

“Hey, Minjeong! Did you find her?” another girl made her way into the kitchen, she paused and stared at all of them one by one “Oh.”

“Is she here?” yet another girl walked in. You turned to look at Jimin, unable to stop the laugh that came out of your lips when you saw her right eye twitching. Jimin sighed.

“Okay, everyone’s here now. Great.” She said dryly. “y/n, these are my best friends Minjeong, Aeri and Yizhuo” she said pointing to each individual as she introduced them. “Girls, this is y/n” she gave them a pointed look when she said that. You noticed the growing smirk on Aeri’s face.

“Ohhhh” she started “This is the girl you haven’t been able to shut up about. I can see why you’re so whipped, she’s gorgeous!” the girl exclaimed. Yizhuo laughed loudly at the face Jimin was making, Minjeong laughed along but she looked mortified.

You tried to come to Jimin’s rescue, “it’s very nice to meet you girls” you smiled warmly. You didn’t seem fazed at Aeri’s bold remarks, she was impressed. Perhaps she just needed to be a bit more embarrassing to get a reaction out of you.

Before she could try another tactic, more people made their way into the kitchen. This time, said people were rather unfamiliar to Jimin, but they seemed to react positively when they spotted you by her side.

“y/n, we found Yeji! You should go say hi” a tall blonde said, only then did she turn to acknowledge the other people in the kitchen, she had a perplexed expression on her face. “You already made friends? How much have you been drinking?”

Aeri noticed how you tensed up at that comment; you coughed awkwardly. “I haven’t had anything to drink yet. This is Jimin, and this are Jimin’s friends, Minjeong, Aeri and Yizhuo” you introduced them.

“Ah, gotcha!” she exclaimed. The girl, in Jimin’s opinion, was very cheerful. “I’m Michelle!” She pulled three other girls closer to her “this is Bea, this is Chloe and this one is Ryujin! We’re y/n’s best friends!” the blonde had a contagious smile on her face.

“Do you mind if we steal y/n away for a second?” the girl introduced as Bea said. “It would be very impolite not to say hi to the host of the party, I hope you understand”.

“So formal all the time” Chloe teased, the other girl huffed.

You walked away from Jimin and over to your friends, not before leaving a kiss on the other girl’s cheek. “I’ll catch you later, okay?”. Jimin felt like she had forgotten how to speak and simply nodded as she watched you walk away. She regained her composure when she heard Aeri cackling.

“Remind me who that girl was?” Yizhuo said “her name rings a bell”.

“She’s the girl Jimin literally tackled and then claimed as her future wife” Aeri explained.

“She’s also the reason we’re all here at this party instead of chilling at home” Minjeong added.

“Ah, that’s right!” Yizhuo exclaimed. “The girl Jimin was way too scared to text”. Aeri laughed even louder at that, Jimin rolled her eyes.

“You were too afraid to text her, yet here you were, about ready to suck her face off. Jimin, have some shame”. Jimin let out an indignant huff as she made a move to walk away, she refused to acknowledge her friends' teasing remarks.

On the other side of the party, you had just finished thanking Yeji for the invite. You and your friends walked away and towards a more secluded spot, not before making sure Ryujin invited the birthday girl to the dance floor. You considered your next move as you watched both Ryujin and Yeji trying their best to act casual, you could hang out with your friends for a bit or you could go back and look for Jimin. As you tried to decide what to do, you felt someone pulling you away with them.

Startled, you looked towards the stranger only to let out a sigh of relief.

“Did I scare you?” Jimin giggled, you playfully rolled your eyes at her.

“You seriously need to stop scaring me, I might get the wrong impression”. You laughed lightly. Jimin decided to cut to the chase.

“Run away with me?” she whispered.

“Huh?” you were surprised by her request. What did she mean by that?

“Nothing too serious” she quickly added when she noticed your apprehension “I meant just for tonight, we keep getting interrupted and I want to get to know you better without all these people around”.

“Tempting” you played along “where are you taking me?”

Jimin simply gave you a mysterious smile before winking. “You’ll see, love.”

Chloe’s words from earlier rang in your head. Give yourself a chance. And that’s exactly what you did. Shooting your friends a quick text so they wouldn’t worry, you followed Jimin out of the house, her hand firmly holding yours.

Jimin walked you to her car, opening the passenger door for you and then closing it once you were strapped in. She jogged over to the driver’s side and gave you a goofy grin as she got in. “My parents gave me the ‘first date’ talk. Get ready for the best night of your life” you giggled at her comment. She’s such a dork, but I can’t deny she’s making my heart melt at every chance she gets.

“Ah, so this is a date?”

Jimin thought for a moment before answering. “Yes and no? I can definitely do better than this, I promise, but just the thought of taking you out on a date is making me feel all giddy and excited” she smiled softly at you.

You reached out to take her hand in yours and returned her smile warmly. “You’ll just have to blow my mind away on our next date, then. For now, let’s enjoy this moment together”. Without further ado, Jimin drove away.

You had to admit, you were the most disoriented person on the face of the Earth. You had absolutely no idea where Jimin was taking you, only realizing where you were once you got to your destination. Jimin quickly got out of the car to open the passenger door for you, she held your hand as she helped you out. You leaned in, softly pressing your lips to her cheek as a thank you. The goofy grin she had refused to leave her face.

“The park, really?” You laughed at her choice. Jimin laughed along with you, reaching towards the backseat of her car to grab something you couldn’t really make out.

“Well,” she grabbed your hand and pulled you along with her “we did make a promise to come here”.

Once you were far enough for her liking she stopped walking, fiddling with the object she had retrieved from her car. While she turned on what you later realized was a speaker, she kept the conversation going.

“Are you ready for our performance?” she quietly asked.

“Yeah, definitely” you answered just as quietly, it felt as if you two were sharing a secret.

Just then, the opening for ‘Can I Have this Dance?’ from the High School Music 3 soundtrack started playing from Jimin’s speaker. As she set it down on the ground, she carefully watched out for your reaction. “I’m sorry if this is a bit too cheesy for you, I’m a really big fan of Disney movies and I thought-” you cut her off before she could keep going down that spiral.

“It’s okay, Jimin. Perfect, actually”. You softly smiled at her. Jimin felt like her heart was about to burst out of her chest from how fast it was beating. Before she could keep overthinking the whole thing, she took one of your hands and followed along to the lyrics of the song.

Jimin softly sang the lyrics of the song to you as she expertly spun you around. You felt as if you were on cloud nine, the moment felt perfect. Your companion kept guiding you through the song, looking directly in your eyes when certain lyrics rang through the park.

It's one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do

And with every step together, we just keep on getting better.

“You know I believe, that we were meant to be” Jimin sang softly, bringing you closer to her body. You couldn’t help the huge grin that was covering your face.

Just as the song came to an end, Jimin finally kissed you. Her arms wrapped firmly around your waist, yours wrapped around her neck. She kissed you softly at first, slowly, as if giving you the chance to pull away if you so desired. When she felt you kissing back, her kisses grew more passionate, and you tried to keep up with her pace.

Kissing Jimin felt like coming home, it felt right. You had been waiting so long to be able to feel this way again, rejecting people left and right as you were too scared to open your heart. That was, until Jimin came along, she literally made you fall for her. And in that moment, sharing your first kiss under the moonlight, you realized this whole time you had been waiting for her to come along.

When oxygen became an issue, Jimin pulled away, resting her forehead against yours. Her eyes were still closed, she was trying to catch her breath, but there was no hiding the huge smile on her face. Jimin let out a soft laugh and you couldn’t help but join her.

“What is it?” you asked as you brought one of your hands to caress her cheek.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that” she said breathily, the soft smile refusing to leave her face.

“I know what you mean” you began “let’s not wait that long for the second one, yeah?”

Jimin laughed at that right before bringing her lips down to yours one more time.

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Sunday, 1am.

[1:03 am] Jimin <3: Thank you for tonight

[1:03 am] Jimin <3: I can’t wait to see you again

[1:04 am] Jimin <3: Sweet dreams, beautiful.

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A/N: It's finally here! I really hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you have any requests or anything just let me know, I'll try my best to write them. I'll also try to get more writing done since I'm free for a few weeks. Anywayyy, thank you for reading!

[xxstar-girl]

SPIDER-VERSE

lee minho x spider-woman!reader

[01: call to duty📝]

[10 screenshots/words: 526]

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you’re sitting in the passenger seat of minho’s car as you both get closer to your aunts home. you couldn’t wait to see your aunt and brother, you missed them as you been away because of college.

you glance at minho as he drive and smile at him, “don’t you miss them too?”

he glances at you, “not really.” you frown a bit, “how come?” you ask.

he sighs, “i would rather spend my weekend with my cats.”

you roll your eyes at him, “then why did you come with?” you ask.

he sighs, “you think i was going to leave you coming home, alone? you’re wrong.”

“that’s why you’re my best friend.” you smile at him. minho returns the smile but it was a bit sad from your words. he likes you and didn’t have the intention of telling you at all and you had no idea.

➸ time skip

arms wrap around you and spin you around, “you’re finally back!” you giggle as ryujin lets you go. “i missed you so much.”

“i missed you too.” you say as you see jisung runs over to you and hugs you.

“and i’m just chopped liver.” minho mumbles as no one has greeted or hugged him.

jisung rolls his eyes as he lets you go from the hug and went towards him. “well, sorry, that i wanted to hug my sister first.” minho chuckles as they hug, putting their arms on each others shoulders, “can’t wait til you’re my brother in law.”

you and ryujin roll their eyes while minho pushes jisung, blushing. “shut up.”

the four walk into the house, it’s only the four of them as your aunt is working still. all four of you went into the kitchen to get snacks.

“but anyways, when are you going to be my brother in law min?” jisung asks again.

you push your brothers shoulder a bit, “ji, you know we don’t like each other like that.” he just rolls his eyes, “it’s nice to dream.”

your phone dings, you see it’s from the detective you’re working with. “i’ll be back.” you walk into the bathroom to answer his message.

you sneak out the bathroom, texting jisung while doing so. you run between a few building and switch into your spider costume, a nice tight black with white spider web design around it. your wrists move forwards, spitting out webs so you can swing to where detective choi is at.

you land in front of san and jennie, “you made it.” detective kim says with a smile. you return the smile with a nod.

after about an hour, you did eventually catch the guy. you had him wrapped in the your webs, waiting for the authorities to get here. your phone dings and you see it’s minho.

about ten minutes later, san and jennie both arrived with other cops with them. “you’re amazing spider-woman.” jennie smiles, patting your back.

you nod in return, “i have to head out now.” you tell the two and use your webs to bring yourself out of there, rushing back home while changing back into your normal clothing you had on.

✩ TAGLIST: @itsvxlentine @skzswife @jyu-037

[ryejism]

ryujin x reader just ryujin comforting crying reader because she misses her 🥹 plss

maybe it was you just pmsing, or maybe you just really did miss your girlfriend this much, maybe it was both. either way, you missed ryujin to death and wanted nothing more than to see her.

you waited very impatiently for her to bust through the door and welcome you into her arms, even though it should be the other way around. ryujin just typically takes the more nurturing role of your relationship regardless of how the circumstances are. you love it of course.

“ hey… i’m home, honey~ “ she walked through the livingroom and wasn’t shocked to see you weren’t there. usually always, you’re in her room waiting for her, or should you say, your room too.

she turned the doorknob, immediately meeting you with a smile across the room. she looked pretty and had just a casual outfit on as she only went to practice and the convenience store on the way back, no need for something fancy.

“ babyyyy. “ she walked over to the edge of the bed, leaning down to give you a few kisses. “ i missed you, how was practice? “

“ tiring as always. i just want to get in bed and nap with you. “ she pouted as she removed her jacket and dropped it to the floor.

you pat the empty space next to you once she undressed and changed into something comfier.

it took her a few moments to notice you were wearing one of her baggy shirts, and it made her smile and feel all fuzzy and in love inside. it was a small little detail, but it was one of those things that would just make her heart flutter and feel so assured that you’re really hers.

“ movie? “ she reached over and grabbed her tv remote, positioning it towards the tv and scrolling through netflix to find something of each other’s tastes. “ what are you feeling? romance, comedy, action? “

“ whatever you want, baby. “ you sighed and snuggled up onto her chest as she laid on her back. you felt a tear begin to slide down your cheek.

“ hmm, i’m thinking… action. “ she clicked on the genre and hovered over a few that seemed interesting. she heard the slight sniffle you emitted, causing her to pause, drop the remote and fill with worry.

“ why’re you crying, baby? is everything okay? “ she pressed a few soft kisses to your head.

“ just really miss you lately, i’m sorry. “ you pout.

“ oh, baby…. i know, i know. i’m here now, okay? “ she wrapped her arms around you even tighter than they already were and held you so safely that absolutely nothing could snatch you from her, ever.

“ but you work tomorrow too… and i’ll miss you again and again. “ ryujin couldn’t help but pout at your cuteness, all pouty and crying because you just missed her so much.

“ my day off is… tomorrow, baby. “ you lift your head up and looked up at her. god, she was so fucking beautiful, every second of the day. you really don’t know how you landed on her, but you’re glad you did. “ really? “ ryujin just nodded, “ yup, all yours. tonight and tomorrow, my love. “

“ hormones got you all emotional tonight? or something else. “ she spoke again, her hand stroked a few strands of hair from out of your face. you just nodded and let out a sound similar to a whine. ryujin immediately understood and kept petting the top of your head to soothe you.

“ jinnie, “ you watched her finally click on a movie of her choice. “ hm? “ she replied.

“ i love you, can we cuddle all night? “ you said.

“ i love you more, baby. and of course. i do have to shower this evening though. “ she planted a soft kiss onto your forehead.

“ or…. i can run us a bath instead and we can take one together? “ you almost jumped up out of bed in excitement at her words.

“ oh yes, please. “ you began to blush, ryujin too. god, she was in love.

“ candles? “ she suggested.

“ of course. “ you replied, pulling the covers up to cover the two of you.

you felt at ease, her comforting cuddles definitely were half the reason. you don’t know why exactly, but everything about ryu was comforting. the way she would hold you, the way she spoke, the way her voice would slightly rasp at certain words, or the way she’d run her thumb along your arm, hand, or back when she’d hold you, it all just felt so safe and cozy. you could always rely on her to help you feel better.

[finnbbl]

Hyunjin X M! Reader - Dancer AU | SMAU | Chapter 3

Ch. 3 - Meeting with JYP

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Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Swearing, KMS joke, Y/N simping ofc, typos

Later that Saturday..

Wow, you were really about to meet with JYP. The owner of one of the hugest K-Pop companies out there. As you stepped foot inside, your eyes were blessed with the most gorgeous and fancy lobby. It was simple, yet still seemed so elegant. Your eyes examined the room, that’s when you saw them. A smile quickly found its way to your face as you dropped your bag and ran over there. Tackling the closest friend to you, Lia, to the ground. An audible gasp of surprise left her mouth before she noticed it was you. You sat up next to her on your knees as she pushed herself up. Once she realized it was you, it was your turn to get pushed to the ground.

“Y/N!!! DONT SCARE ME LIKE THAT” She sounded slightly angry. “I’m sorry I’m sorry” Although you apologized, they knew you weren’t sorry. If it was obvious by your personality and previous scenarios like this, your laugh definitely gave it away. Before you knew it, you had all 5 girls all over you. Taking turns hugging you as they all exclaimed how much they missed you. “Ah i missed you guys so much it hurts.” You admitted as Ryujin helped you off the floor. “We’re just glad you’re here. If we’re lucky, he called you over to work with us.” Chaeryeong shot you a cheeky smile as she nudged you. “Hopefully!” You said with a little faith lacing your voice as you held up both hands with crossed fingers. “Come on, let’s get your bag and we all can catch up as we show you where he’s waiting.” You nodded in agreement as you quickly ran to grab your bag from where you had previously dropped it. The sound of six of your guys’ footsteps were covered by the chattering you all did. Sometimes, none of you truly noticed how loud you were.

Only a few minutes later did you guys make it to JYP’s personal office where he held meetings with others. “Well, you’re here. And right on time.” Yuna smiled towards you. “Thanks guys,” You bounced up and down a few times anxiously. “Ahh i’m nervous guys!”

“Relax n/n, everything will be fine.” Yeji’s hand placed itself on your shoulder followed by her comforting words. “Yeah it’s just… I don’t know the way i see him on elimination shows. And i’m sensitive what if he-“

“He’s not as intimidating as he seems online, I promise.” Ryujin interrupts. You could only nod “Okay.. Okay. I’m going now” The girls wished you luck as you raised your hand to knock on the door. Hesitating, you briefly pulled it back down before putting it back up not but a few seconds later. Your brain was ordering you to knock, but your nerves got the better of you as you struggled to find the will to knock. Finally, without even realizing, it happened. Thoughts were racing through your head about running away. Before you could think anymore, the door swung open. “Y/N, hey! How are you?” The man known as none other than the JYP, was standing in front of you. Though, the moment that question left his mouth with the welcoming tone, you knew everything would be okay.

Tons of things were discussed over the brief 30 minutes you spent in that meeting room. Way too much to let out here. But let’s just say, you got amazing news.

“Thank you, thank you so much JYP. I won’t let you down.” You bid a good bye as you bowed respectfully. As soon as the door was shut, you let your excitement take over. Squealing silently as you clutched the paper that contained all the info he gave to you. Your body shook your hands back and forth as you quickly ran over to the elevator, eager to tell the girls the good news. Once you were down on the bottom floor where the lobby was located, you spotted them immediately as the elevator opened even an inch. “GUYS!” Quickly running over to your friends. “Y/N! How was it?” They were just as excited to hear the news as you were to tell it. “I’m going on tour with one of the groups here!” You said excitedly, squealing a little louder than you did before. This earned you odd looks from staff, including a gentle hushing sound coming from the receptionist at the desk. “YOURE KIDDING! WHO IS IT?” Lia grabbed your wrists and shook them, desperate to know. “Uh see, I don’t exactly know who they are…” You trailed off, you could see their smiles falter slightly. “So it’s not us unfortunately, but that’s still great for you? What’s the group name?” Although the news that you wouldn’t be touring with them was disappointing, Ryujin made sure to not let the excitement die down. This was still a very good opportunity for you. “Uh Stray Kids I think is what he said, I don’t know i’ve never really seen them.”

“Oh my god Stray Kids? Really?” You nodded as they discussed in awh with each other. Failing to gain their attention after what seemed like minutes of them discussing, you couldn’t help but snap a finger in front of their faces. “Hello? Can you tell me who they are?” Your hands threw themselves up as you felt invisible at this moment.

“Y/N no offense.. But how can you know who ATEEZ is but not Stray Kids? I swear they’re one of the most popular groups out there!!”

“It’s because he lives under a rock Yuna.” Yeji clapped back at her. Your head dropped and tilted at her. “Ha ha, very funny. I mean, are they nice..?” Lia’s head shook up and down as a response. “Extremely. Although, they’re kinda loud sometimes.” A sweet laugh followed after. “Ohhh fun, as if i don’t deal with that already.” You crossed your arms playfully and rolled your eyes. This earned a light shove from Yeji. “Rude.”

“Oh! Speaking of Stray Kids~” Lia cooed at you as she grabbed your head and positioned it to face the eight guys, who were now walking inside the lobby chatting amongst each other. Most likely they were coming back from their lunch break. As soon as you saw them, time seemed to move slowly. God were they attractive.

“I~ knew it, he’s already making googoo eyes at them.” This comment from Lia snapped you out of your trance as you whipped your head around back at her. “Shut the hell up Lia oh my god.” Glancing back to see if they had heard, thankfully they didn’t. The eight guys were too enveloped in their conversation to hear anything. “So, which one are you interested in?” Rolling your eyes again, you turned back to them. “For the last time, i’m not interested in anyone nor am I interested in a relationship.”

The five rolled their eyes. “Yeah yeah , you say that now” Shaking your head, you guys are too much sometimes. A chuckle leaving your mouth as you checked the time on your watch. “Ah, it’s almost one. I should text San and see what time he wanted to meet up.”

“Oh yeahhh, let us know how that goes.” Chaeryeong encouraged as you pulled your phone out of your pocket to text him. “I will don’t worry.”

“Well unfortunately our break is up, we have to get going now Y/N.” Yuna pouted at Ryujin’s words. You couldn’t help but pout either. “Okayyyy.. I guess i’ll let you do your jobs..” A joke left your mouth as they laughed lightly in response. All six of you quickly hugged and bidded your goodbye, promising to hang out soon.

God you loved these girls…

Taglist: @silverstarburst

[styeji]

HWANG YEJI | FETISH.

hwang yeji x fem!reader

cw: smut, oral (r!receiving), hickeys, exes to lovers.

summary: was it necessary to stay in the same friend group as your ex?

word count: 828

you sighed, as you kept distracting yourself from your own thoughts. you and your ex shared the same friend group and they suggested you two to try make it work as friends and you both agreed, just not to make them uncomfortable. “uhm, y/n, can you pass the menu, please?” you hear your ex say, who sat right in front of you. snapping out from your thoughts, you pass the menu, but her fingers brush over yours, as yeji looks straight in your eyes.

you quickly look away, you hurriedly stand up to go to the bathroom. closing the door behind you, you wash your hands in cold water, to at least try to come to your senses. let’s just say that nothing changed after several months from your breakup. it’s just that yeji became even more beautiful or you never stopped loving her? you shake your head to get rid of those thoughts, leaving the bathroom.

yeji felt uneasy around you. you two broke up on a not so good note, many words that were not spoken that day. if she only had a chance to talk to you, “what takes y/n so long?” yeji asked, sighing out because the food was already served. ryujin smirked, “why you asking? already miss her? lovebirds.” she said, receiving a smack from older girl, right when you returned to them.

“oh, you gotta be kidding me.” you were hundred per cent sure that your friends made that up. yeji looked at you, watching your reaction. how even you could get your ex as your roommate? you prayed for at least two beds in room, because if it’s just a king size bed…

yeji felt uncomfortable with this silence while you just silently stared at the king size bed. older girl spoke, “listen, i can move to one of girls’ room-“ you sighed.

maybe, deep down, you still wanted to keep yeji close to you but how you ended things between you…

“no, no need, i just… overreacting. i guess…” you said as you sat down on the bed. yeji couldn’t help but just look at you, “i'm sorry for how it ended." you hear yeji say as you quickly look up at her. she’s standing right in front of you, looking at you apologetically. she’s almost apologising silently for everything she did in the past that made her lose you. she’s not that type of people that can easily talk about their feelings, so you understand her.

"i'm sorry that it ended at all." you say, nervously biting your lip. being friends with your ex does never going to work out for both of you. you spaced out, lost in your own thoughts when yeji softly, almost scared, placed her hand over yours, drawing your attention to her. “i’m really sorry, you know? i just… can’t deny that i still feel being drawn to you and-“ you roll your eyes, pulling yeji’s face closer to yours with your hands. “being back in your arms is everything i wished for since we broke up.” you whisper, your eyes looking at her lips.

it all happens quickly, you don’t quite remember how yeji made you sit on her lap, her soft lips leaving hickeys on your neck and collarbones, as her hands were all over your body, “people called me crazy for letting you get away. and they were right.” you say between deep breaths, you quickly part away with older woman, taking off her clothes, oh how much you missed her and her body.

you feel like you’re almost in some sort of dream, everything you need right now is yeji, that squeezes your thighs and lowers her mouth to you. “oh my god, yeji…” you whine, not even trying to muffle loud moan that came out of your mouth when you felt yeji’s tongue on your clit. she keeps you in your place, her nails surely will leave marks on your thighs but that’s the last thing you think about now.

she gives you a long lick, making you arch your back and gasp, “fuck, yeji!” you moan her name, feeling that you’re already close to your high. it’s almost embarrassing how you quickly turn on when yeji barely touches you and embarrassing how quick she can make you cum undone. older woman swirls her tongue across your throbbing clit and sucking, her hand goes to her pussy, chasing her own release. yeji doesn’t take off her eyes of you, as she keeps work on you, until you scream her name, as your orgasm begins to wash over you, your hold on bedsheets tighten. yeji follows suit, she moans when she feels her own orgasm, letting you ride out your high.

the room is quiet. yeji, out of breath lay beside you, you both look at each other and you smile softly at her. “do you still have place for me in your life?” yeji’s feline eyes squinting, looking at you, “of course, i will never let you go again.”

[secretninjadonut]

| The Dorm slut | Le sserafim

G!p Sakura x G!p Yunjin x G!p Chaewon x G!p Kazuha x Fem reader

No Eunchae

College AU

It was the beginning of your second year, and you were nervous because you hadn’t met a lot of people during your first year however that’ll change soon.

As you walked through the familiar gates you heard a voice shout your name from behind “YAH Y/N-AH” as you turned around you saw your best friend Ryujin. You greeted her as she ran towards you and knocked the air out of your lungs with the big hug as she spoke “Hey Y/N-ssi I missed you” you smiled with amusement and said “I missed you too Ryu, wanna catch up on the way to the dorms?” and of course she agreed.

On your walk to the dorms Ryujin began to ramble on and on “Ok so basically over the summer I went to try out for the basketball team at our school. AND GUESS WHO GOT IN MEMEMEMEMEMEMME and I even met these girls on the court that we could be friends with they’re so nice I think they call themselves “Le sserafim?” you spoke and patted Ryujin’s shoulder “Ryu calm down good job on getting into the basketball team but we don’t even know these Le sserafim girls how do we know if they’re nice?” She argued back “THEY ARE Y/N-ssi I met them myself, do you not trust me?” you let out an exasperated sigh and just gave in “fine introduce me at lunch ok?” the other girl simply squealed as you reached the woman with the dorm keys.

You greeted her with a bow and Ryujin followed as you politely asked “Hello Ma’am could you please check for the keys for Shin Ryujin and Jeon Y/N” the woman smiled and went to get the keys right away and handed them to you, as you thanked her you bowed and left while Ryujin did the same then followed you. She saw your eyebrows furrowed in discontent and said “not dorming together I expect?” you gave a small smile and said “no but we’re close together at least” as you handed her the keys.

Ryujin read out “Dormroom 504(Ryujins) and 506(yours)” you both lazily took your luggage up the stairs | time skip | you arrived at the front of your dorms and hugged Ryujin while you both bid farewells and went into the dorms. Unexpectedly your dorm had people already in it, well you assumed since you could hear screams from down the stairs “YAH CHAEWON-AH GET OFF ME” “NO HUH YUNJIN YOU WILL PAY THE PRICE”.

You were a bit frightened but still went up the stairs anyway as all the rooms were there, well that was what you assumed. Walking up with a concerned and scared face, you were met with two girls on the floor fighting one was like an inch taller than you with short black hair and bangs and the other being a lot taller with red hair. Your eyebrows furrowed in concern as they both stopped and looked up at you then both of them scrambling to get up and greeted you with a bow, you bowed back of course and greeted them. The shorter one spoke “Helloo we are so sorry for what you’ve just witnessed that’s not how we are I promise. My name is Kim Chaewon.” as she bowed again and now it was the taller girls turn to apologise “Hi again we’re so sorry for that and promise that we are kind people. My name is Huh Yunjin, hope we can be friends.” as she also bowed again, you spoke shyly “It’s fine and it’s nice to meet you both my name is Jeon Y/N”.

After that they showed you to the only available room and left you to it. An hour later you had finished unpacking and decorating so you just lied down and sighed as you felt your stomach complain to you, so you got dressed in a hoodie and some shorts and went downstairs.

When you had arrived downstairs you saw a blue haired girl making ramen and Chaewon with Yunjin watching a movie with another girl who had black hair. You sleepily yawned and went to the fridge, you saw the blue haired girl look at you confused and the black haired girl just kept on watching the TV, finally the blue haired girl introduced herself “Hello I’m assuming your our roommate my name is Miyawaki Sakura nice to meet you” as she bowed you spoke this time quiet but also sleepily “Hii my name is Jeon Y/N nice to meet you and I am your roomie” Sakura then asked “Would you like some Ramyeon?” and you excitedly said “yes please thank you so much!” and bowed repeatedly she chuckled and responded with a no problem.

Chaewon Said “Y/N COME MEET KAZUHAAA” you slowly walked over and bowed to the assumed Kazuha girl and introduced yourself “Hello it’s nice to meet you and my name is Jeon Y/N” she quietly spoke and said “H-Hi my name is Nakamura Kazuha but you can call me Zuha” you noticed the stutter but didn’t say anything as she bowed Yunjin asked you “do you want to watch with us Y/N-ah?” and you agreed as you sat next to Kazuha.

Two days later you and your dormmates had gotten closer so you were all huddled up on the sofa, as you snuggled into Yunjin and had a nap. When you woke up you heard them all muttering about how cute you were, and how they thought it was adorable how you slept but you just brushed it off.

About a Month into rooming with them you noticed that sometimes they had tents in they’re pants while around you but you just left it alone, until one day you heard them in Yunjin’s room jacking themselves off. You peeked through the crack of the door and saw the sight of all of their dicks out getting off to a picture of you.

One day you were just on the sofa watching a video of them doing a work out and you wouldn’t lie they looked Hot. You soon felt wetness growing in your panties, and just kept on watching as you covered yourself with a blanket and took off your bottoms, you began to finger yourself and whimper quietly as they weren’t home, but you didn’t want to be unsure so you just moaned and whimpered quietly until, you got really carried away and was knuckles deep into yourself and started letting out gutteral moans.

Infact you were in so much ecstasy that you didn’t even notice them walk in with their shopping bags as you came since you were so close, the 4 saw everything from when you were knuckles deep to when you orgasimed and also were watching a video of them working out, they soon all got boners and went upstairs while Yunjin picked you up and carried you to her room.

You had been handcuffed to the headrest and had your legs tied open while you were butt-naked. Suddenly you saw Yunjin’s head pop out as she kissed you and made out with you, you soon felt Kazuha giving you hickeys on your neck and chaewon on the other side, as well as Sakura sucking on your nipples to be completely honest you could just orgasm from that but of course they were just teasing you and you were moaning into Yunjin’s mouth, as well as pulling at your handcuffs. Yunjin suddenly stopped kissing you and said “you’re such a bad girl baby getting off to a video of us working out” and Chaewon spoke soon after saying “I think our baby needs to wait for her second orgasm before we start since she was so naughty today” and Kazuha and Sakura hummed in agreement as they continued to give you hickeys, and suck on your mounds.You begged them to start as you whined “p-please Mommies l-let me c-cum” Chaewon and Yunjin laughed at you and got out a camera, setting it up as they said “after we start recording you can get fucked baby don’t worry” as you continued to moan and whimper because Kazuha and Sakura kept on going, by now your whole neck was covered purple from hickeys and now she started on your collar bone, as Sakura just squeezed and sucked on your nipples. Soon you heard a click of a video beginning and felt someone dive into your pussy and start kitten licking it, as a dick was insterted into you ass leading you to moan so loudly that the dorms could practically hear you, the tongue inside of you went faster and longer and even had a finger toying with your clit while the person in your ass mercilessly pounded you.

You moaned loudly as your breasts were being attacked by two mouths this time Sakura, on one and Kazuha on the other practically in sync while Chaewon pumped into your ass and degraded you, while Yunjin was so pussy drunk that she couldn’t stop and even began to hum to see your reaction, obviously it was so good that you couldn’t take it anymore and came straight then, and there while Yunjin helped ride out your high but kept on overstimulating you and only stopped when the other three stopped, and she let them lick your cum and wet juices up for a taste as they all hummed into your pussy, because you tasted sweet. You were a mess cum dripping down, your pussy so wet and it was throbbing. You thought it was over when suddenly a dick smashed into your pussy, and another one did as well while two smashed into your ass as you moaned at the sensation, of 4 dicks inside of you. They let you adjust as it was four of them and they did want you to enjoy it, so after a minute or so you said they could start moving and they all went at different paces Chaewon pounding into you,Kazuha going at a normal rate, Yunjin going slowly and Sakura just pounding into you as well, in the end they got it under control and pounded into you at the same pace and after they did get the hang of it you were ruined.

It was your 16th orgasm and they still hadn’t filled you up yet while you got overstimulated to the max, but them still not stopping was also really good until you finally felt them all fill you up, with they’re warm loads and moaned while they road it out, and pulled out of you.

After they all asked if you were ok and carried you to the bathtub where all four of you layed down, and bathed together as you switched over from time to time to sit on one of their laps, and you all snuggled in bed and fell asleep.

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enemies to lovers 2 and 3 for ryujin 💪

dragged by your collar into an empty room ryujin paces back and forth as you lean against the wall. eyebrows furrowed you watch her face go from panic to anger then sadness.

“it pisses me off so much when i see someone else laying their dirty hands on you and you just let them.” looking at the clock you sigh and shrug, it had been less than a week of you asking ryujin for a break between the two of you after a heated argument. you were feeling bitter and wanted her to get a taste of her own medicine since she was quietly friendly with others. hanging out with yeji was the icing on the cake seeing as to how she was reacting to your recent closeness with her. “their dirty fucking hands that you’re talking about pleases me more then yours do.” an exasperated laugh escapes her lips as ryujin boxes you against the wall, staring into your eyes she gives you a smug look as you try your best not to squirm away. “that’s a lie and you know it.” “go fu-“your smart remark is cut off door to the room is opened and yeji appears holding some papers. “hey boss needs you to….what the hell ryujin?!” running over to you yeji pushes ryujin off and glares at her as she drags you closer to her making ryujin fume.

“stay the hell away from them.” holding you closer yeji shakes her head.

“and what are you going to do if i say no?” ryujin steps closer to yeji and pokes her chest in a provoking way that makes yeji step back

“don’t you dare test my limits right now yeji.” rolling her eyes yeji takes your hand and starts guiding you back to the door when ryujin grabs your shirt stopping you from moving. as you turn to face her your heart stops as you see your lover’s eyes water, her lips tremble as her head bows in shame. motioning yeji to leave the two of you alone you wait for the door to close as she composes herself, with a shaky breath ryujin let’s go and stands a bit upright she plays with her fingers mustering up the courage to say words you never thought you’d hear come from her mouth . “…i’m sorry…”

“what?”

“i said i’m sorry. i am to blame for what’s happened and it hurts me to see you with her.” looking directly at you ryujin’s face is painted with tears as she continues to speak with shaky words. “i regretted every word and day without you, please my love give me one more chance. i will do better, i’ll be better for you.” despite your stubbornness you knew deep down that you had already forgiven her and missed her just as badly, so when you took her hand ryujin’s sniffling stopped as her gaze softens.

“…just buy me dinner and we’ll see.”

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Feeling in Chaos - Fall pt. 2 | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f) reader  

Genre: drama, angst, smut

AU: art college!au, friends to lovers, best friend’s brother

Wordcount: 12,670

Summary: It’s time to talk about it. 

Rating: M / 18+ 

Warnings: Language. Grief. Panic attacks. MC has PTSD and is learning how to get through it. Jealousy. Self-loathing. Ryujin’s trying. Koo’s going through something. Possibly problematic friendship/relationship. 

Smut Warnings: None, just mentions of the smut in the previous chapter. 

AN: Ah, so…surprise? Over two months later…This chapter has a lot going on. A lot of much needed conversations and finally some attempts to move forward. I have nothing further to add, except for my apologies for it being late. 😅Thank you to the soulmate @playmetheclassics for beta reading. ily

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When you finally get to the club, you glance around to ensure Ryujin isn’t outside. You walk to the front of the line and get the security guard’s attention.

“I’m sorry, my friend is in there, she’s drunk, and I just need to get her out and take her home. Is there any way I can just go in and grab her?” 

The tall buff man that could honestly give The Rock a run for his money shakes his head. 

“Sorry, miss. I’ve heard that line one too many times. You’ll have to wait in line with the others.” 

“Please? She’s grieving, and I just. I need to get her home before she does something she regrets.” 

He only shakes his head again and points towards the back of the line. You sigh, grabbing your phone and calling her again. She answers, but you can barely hear her over the thumping bass. 

“Ry? I’m outside. They won’t let me in. Come out, and we can go home.” 

“Wha? Where are yo—?”

Her voice cuts off as the call ends. You groan in annoyance, getting in the stupid long line to get in the shitty building. 

The sense of panic sets in again as you wait. How do you get her home? What do you say? Do you let her speak? Do you wait until she’s sober to talk? Or do you yell at her now and hope she remembers? How the fuck are you going to get her home? Yoongi was right. But, fuck, you can’t get him involved in this. You’ve already gotten too close to him tonight. You can’t do it anymore. 

You go to your contacts, pressing the call button and hating yourself already. It only rings twice before he picks up. 

“Y/n? Are you okay? Are you still at the studio?” Your heart cracks at the voice laced with worry. 

“No, Jungkook. I left already.”

“Where are you? Because you’re not at your apartment.”

“Have you been waiting there?” Your voice falters. The image of him waiting in your apartment while you’re on the couch in your studio getting fucked and almost confessed to by your group therapy buddy flashing in your mind makes you want to scream. 

He stays silent, answering your question without saying a word. 

“Kookie…I need your help.” You exhale a shaky breath, trying to stay focused. 

“What happened? Did he do something?” There’s a certain bite in his voice that feels like an attack on you, but you set it aside, planning on stressing over it later. 

“No, Koo. He didn’t do anything. It’s Ry. She’s at this club or bar or whatever, she’s shitfaced and called me, and I’m waiting outside, but I…I don’t know how to get her home.” 

He gives it a moment after your voice trails off, finally speaking again after a while. 

“You want me to come get you two?” His voice is softer, but still tense, and you hate it. 

“Yes, please…” you quietly admit, and you can hear the sound of his keys moving as he tells you to send the address via text and to wait for him. 

This feels too familiar.

“Jungkook?” You quickly speak up before he hangs up. 

“Yes, y/n?”

“Please drive carefully.” you feel your stomach twist, “get here safely, okay?” 

He doesn’t need to ask why you’re saying these things. He knows. You know he knows. He reassures you he’ll be okay, hanging up only when you’re ready, and you look back down at your phone as the call ends. 

Five minutes later, you’re almost at the front of the line when you see Ryujin stumbling out of the building, looking around in confusion. 

“Ry!” You shout as you finally escape the line, much to the satisfaction of the people behind you. You want to run to her, but she’s still a ticking time bomb, and you’re already on edge enough that you don’t want to risk her wrath even if she was the one that called you.

“Y/n!” She shouts back, tears streaming down her face as she runs to you. You let her hug you first, hesitantly hugging her back and only tightening your hold when she starts sobbing against your shoulder. 

“Hey hey hey, I’m here. It’s okay, Ry. What happened?” You don’t expect an answer and don’t let go, just letting her desperately hold onto you and cry. 

When she finally lets go of you, you guide her to sit on the curb. It’s gross, but it’s away from the club goers passing by, and it’s still within sight of the security guard. Your hands never leave her, one on her back and the other gripping one of hers like if you let go, she’d vanish from you too. 

You stay silent for her, watching her battle with the thoughts in her head and the words behind her ruby-red lips. You look away, down the street to see if Jungkook’s car would be in view, but you wanted to give her more space.

“I don’t blame you.” Her voice cracks, and your neck almost snaps when turning back to her. 

“What?” You’re afraid to ask in case it all goes wrong. 

“For…for Kai’s death. I don’t blame you. I never did.” Her grip on your hand tightens, and the tears fall again across her beautiful face. “I know it’s not your fault. But I just…I needed someone to hate, someone that isn’t me.”

Her? Why? Why would she…?

“Ry, what do you mean someone that isn’t you?” 

She finally looks up at you, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she relives memories you have no idea about. Moments she wishes she could forget or do over. 

“It doesn't matter now.” She shakes her head, holding your hand close to her chest. “Please, y/n. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. You’re my best friend and there’s no excuse for the things I said. Please don’t hate me. I can’t lose you, too.”

You look at your best friend. The girl that was born a day before you in the same hospital. The girl that asked to draw with you on the playground. The girl that yelled at anyone and everyone that dared say anything bad about you. The girl that held you as you cried over your first heartbreak. And your second, third, fourth… 

The girl that, despite coming across as perfect to the world, bared her soul, fears, and insecurities to you one night after sneaking into her parents’ liquor cabinet. The girl that promised to be by your side for forever when your parents said you’d be nothing. The girl you watched fall in love with your brother, having the most beautiful and loving relationship with him. 

The girl who fell apart just as badly as you did. But instead of seeking help, she burned the world around her down, starting with you. 

Her name quietly escapes your lips, but before you can say anything else, Jungkook pulls up against the curb next to you. He quickly exits the car to squat down in front of you both, eyes meeting yours briefly before turning his attention to his sister. 

He looks exhausted. 

“Hey, Rybread. You okay?” He gently grabs her free hand, bringing her attention away from you and to him instead. She nods, a broken sob escaping when Jungkook helps her stand, you having to stand with her because her hand is still tightly gripping yours. 

“Let’s get you two home, yeah?” He gently speaks to only her, still refusing to look at you for more than a second. You carefully pull your hand away from Ryujin, watching Jungkook help his sister enter the backseat. When she’s finally in, seatbelt on, head leaning back, eyes closed, he looks back at you. 

You hate the sadness in those big beautiful brown eyes. Hate the dark bags forming underneath them. Hate that you’re probably the cause of some of it. 

“Are you okay to sit in the backseat or do you need to be upfront?” His question is as monotone as he can make it, but you can still pick up on the notes of concern in his words.

You open your mouth to speak, eyes glancing between the backseat and the passenger’s seat, when Jungkook shuts Ryujin’s door a little harsher than necessary, causing you both to jump. 

“Upfront it is. Come on.” He mumbles, opening the passenger’s side door before returning to  the driver’s seat with a huff. 

You get in only when he’s put his seatbelt on and turned the key in the ignition, the engine roaring to life. You put your seatbelt on, backpack across your lap and fingers toying with the straps for a moment before a big hand reaches for your left hand.

His fingers intertwine with yours, settling on his lap, his free hand on the steering wheel, effortlessly pulling away from the curb and driving off. 

Your eyes stay on the road, trying to watch every car while simultaneously trying to remind yourself to breathe. At every stop light, Jungkook brings your joined hand to his chest, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand until the light turns green and you’re past the intersection. 

You say nothing, forcing the fear deep down inside to deal with when you’re alone. Your right hand grips the door handle like you’re bracing for impact, and it takes everything in you not to scream to pull over. The last time you were in a car was on the way home from the funeral. You were so ready to jump out of the car on the highway, actually opening the door at one point, not caring what happened to you, only about getting out.

“You need to breathe, y/n.” His voice is gentle but still in that monotone voice. It doesn’t match the way his thumb is soothing over your hand or how tightly he’s holding it. 

You hadn’t realized you were barely taking any breaths, afraid if you did, you’d scream or cry. You still don’t respond, only squeezing his hand in response as you take a deep breath, shakingly exhaling after. 

“I’m trying. It’s just—” you look down for a moment, your free hand playing with the zipper on your back, “I’m too focused on not panicking. I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” His voice is losing the monotone effect, and you sneak a glance at his face. His jaw is clenched, and he looks anything but soft, more stoic instead. 

“I don’t know…I’m sure there’s a list of shit I need to apologize for that’s so long, I wouldn’t even know where to start.” 

“The top, usually.” He’s quick to respond, and you have to fight the urge to give even the smallest smile. 

“The top…the top says ‘I’m sorry you met me and got dragged into this.’”

“Well, that’s a stupid apology.” He says after a moment. “You didn’t know what would happen when we were kids. If you did, I’d have many questions. One being lottery numbers.”

You quietly laugh to yourself. Eyes jumping from the roads, to your hand in his, and his face that still won’t look at you. You’re partially relieved he’s keeping his eyes on the road. 

“And I’m not sorry I met you. You’re insanely frustrating at times. You drive me to be a jealous mess of hopelessness plagued by unrequited love. But I’m not sorry I met you. Not even a little bit. I’d rather have you in my life than out of it.” 

You stare at him, lips parting with no words able to form. He’s confessed in various ways so many times now, and it feels like a punch in the gut every time. This time, however, feels more like a stab to the heart. 

“…it’s not hopeless, Jungkook.” You swallow thickly, looking away from him and focusing on his hand wrapped around your own instead. “And it’s not unrequited…”

“Feels a lot like it…”

You say nothing, the car stopping in the apartment complex. 

You barely even registered the rest of the drive home once he started talking. Your breathing was steadied, your heart rate was racing, albeit for a different reason, and you weren’t trying to escape the car. 

Jungkook gets out first, walking around to get to Ryujin sitting behind you. You quietly get out, watching him try to coax her awake, eventually giving up and handing you the keys before scooping her out of the car. 

You lock the car when he’s got her, following behind inside to the elevator and to the apartment, neither speaking except for random gibberish from your tipsy sleeping best friend. 

He sits her down on the counter in the bathroom while you grab her a change of clothes. He leaves the both of you alone so you can help her remove her makeup and do your best to take her through her beauty routine. She'd always go on about how she could never miss a day, walking you through each step for moments like this. 

What feels like ages later, you finally emerge from the bathroom, letting her change in private, and head back down to the living room. Jungkook is sitting on the armrest of the couch with palms running across his face while you lean against the wall. 

The atmosphere is awkward. You don’t know what to say, so you pull out your phone, remembering your spat with Yoongi. 

Y/N (3:35 am): hey. I’m home. I hope you made it back okay. I’m really sorry about what I said. You didn’t deserve that. 

You hit send and watch as it switches from delivered to read within seconds. The typing bubbles appear moments later. 

Yoongi (3:35 am): Apologize with pie. 

A shaky giggle escapes your lungs before you can catch it, and Jungkook scoffs. 

Your head snaps up to the sound, wide eyes and body frozen. He shakes his head, eyes cast to the floor. You lower your gaze back to the phone, trying to decide what to type next when he finally speaks to you. 

“So why didn’t Yoongi come with you to get Ry?” You look back up at him; he’s still trying to stay neutral, a stoic demeanor that doesn’t care. 

“Koo–” 

“I mean, it’s kind of a dick move to let a woman walk alone at this hour, isn’t it?” He crosses his arms, repositioning his stance as if he’s uncomfortable. 

“I didn’t want him to come with me. He insisted but I yelled at him…” you sigh, briefly looking back at your phone before tucking it back in your pocket. “I didn’t want him to get involved in all of this.” you gesture all around you, mostly towards Ryujin’s door and Jungkook himself. 

He stares you down, tilting his head to the side and even though he’s not directly in front of you or right next to you, his stare makes you feel small. It feels suffocating - like he’s hovering above you and you’re backed into a corner. 

His eyes scan your face, your bruised lips, the very light, barely there yet hickies on your neck as well as the guilty expression. His eyes widen, and the stoic demeanor is gone, replaced by one you can’t quite read, but know all too well.  

“It’s not just sex, is it? There are feelings there.” His question knocks the wind out of you, and you shrink down even more. 

“I don’t know.” the only response you can bring yourself to say that won’t hurt either of you.

You were wrong. 

“What do you mean you don’t know? Either you like him, or you don’t.”

You open your mouth to speak, but Ryujin’s door opens just as you do. She stands at the top of the stairs in the pajamas you picked out, and she looks exhausted, eyes swollen and puffy from crying. You rip your attention away from her brother when she mumbles your name. 

You rush to grab her hand, bringing her back to her room and guiding her to her bed. She gets in, but the tears start streaming again. 

“He’s really gone…” she whispers, pulling the covers to her chin. 

You nod, Jungkook comes in after you with water and pills for her to take. Ryujin shakes her head. 

“No. The smell. He’s gone. I could sleep because I could smell him in the sheets. Now it’s gone.”

This is the longest she’s spoken to you since before the crash. And you’re still scared of her reaction to your responses. So you tell her to wait, going back to her bathroom and forcing yourself to open the cabinet he took over when he kept staying the night, finding the little bottle you were hoping to find. 

You were secretly hoping to break into her room one day to find the bottle and keep it for yourself. But you kept reminding yourself she probably needed it more. 

When you come back, you tell her to give you her pillow, and she obliges. You take the cap off the cologne bottle, spraying the pillow lightly as it dangles in your hand away from you. You hand it back to her, smiling a little when she hugs it, taking a deep breath. 

“It smells like him…” she murmurs, laying back down, pillow resting under her head. 

“I know it’s not the same, but hopefully it helps enough.” You whisper, lightly petting her hair as her eyes close and a small smile forms.

“We should buy it in bulk. So it can always smell like him.” you let out a shaky laugh.

“I’ll get right on that, Ry. Now get some sleep, okay?” 

“Okay.”

You get up to leave the room, Jungkook starting to lead the way when a small hand wraps around your wrist. You turn to look at Ryujin who looks panicked.

“Y/n, you forgive me, right?”

You open your mouth to respond but, for what feels like the millionth time tonight, are cut off before you can form words.

“You do, right? You know I didn’t mean any of it. I would never. Please. Please say you forgive me.”

You say nothing, looking to Jungkook for help. He stands at the doorway, hands in his hoodie’s pocket, seemingly uninterested in this conversation. You sigh, turning back to her, gently grabbing the hand attached to your wrist to peel her off you, but her grip tightens.

“We’ll talk about this when you’re sober, Ry, okay? Get some sleep.”

“No. Not until you forgive me.”

“Ry.” your voice shakes, a piercing pain in your eyes as you can feel the tears forming.

“Y/n, please,”

“I…–”

“Ryujin, stop.” Jungkook interjects, both you and his sister looking towards the owner of the stern voice.

“Let her go. Go to bed. She’ll talk to you about it when you’re sober.” 

You both stay silent, your eyes glued to her grip on your wrist, hers bouncing between you, her brother, and her hold on you. After a few moments, she finally lets go, laying back down and hugging her pillow.

“Okay. Tomorrow…” she whispers in defeat.

“Tomorrow.” you mimic the word, pulling her blanket back over her to keep her warm before finally shuffling out of the room, walking past Jungkook, who closes the door once you’re both out. 

You run your fingers through your hair, steadying your breathing, so you don’t cry in front of Jungkook more than you already have. 

You both lean against the back of the couch this time. Both are dead silent as you figure out who should speak first. Your eyes cast down to the floor, watching his feet shift as he tries to find a more comfortable stance.

“You shouldn’t forgive her.” You look up at him to see he was doing the same thing as you, eyes to the ground. 

“What?”

“You shouldn’t forgive Ryujin.”

“Jungkook. She…she didn’t mean it—”

“No, y/n. Have you not heard the shit she’s been screaming at you? Have you not heard the shit she’s accused you of?” He turns to face you, his voice a harsh whisper. 

“Do you not remember how fucking terrible she’s made your life the last two months? You’ve had to fucking sneak into your apartment, change your schedules to be the opposite of hers, so you don’t run into her.”

“I…” your words stumble over one another in your mind.

“She’s my best friend, Jungkook. She’s grieving. I…her world just got crushed. What do you expect me to do? Just sever all ties with her and leave? Leave her to be all by herself? And what about you? You’re her brother, Jungkook. If I do that with her, I do that with you. And I’m not going to do that. Not with the two people that mean more than anything to me.”

Fuck not again. Please don’t cry again. 

“I’ll talk to her about it tomorrow. I won’t forgive her until I know she means it. I’m so fucking tired right now, so can we please just end this conversation?” 

The words rush out in a few short breaths, tears still threatening to escape when you look at him. You can’t tell what he’s thinking. His facial expression holds many different emotions. His eyes are sad, angry, desperate, and scared. 

“Fine.”

You fucked up again. Twice in one night. Way to go, y/n, you idiot. 

“I’ll head home. Good luck.” He turns away from you, but before you can think it through, your hand grabs his wrist like his sister did to you moments ago. 

“It…it’s almost three in the morning. Just stay here.”

You’re both staring at his wrist, captured by your fingers, and in the quiet, you give a small squeeze, pleading. But his next words feel like a direct stab to the heart. 

“Is your boyfriend gonna be okay with that?” 

“He’s not…”

“Please stop lying to me. Just admit there’s something there so I can try to move on, like really try.” 

No. 

Don’t move on. 

You’re mine. 

I won’t let you go. 

“Koo…” the name barely falls from your lips. “I can’t.” 

In the blink of an eye, he’s trapped you between his body and the back of the couch. Both hands, yours still clutching his wrist, cup your face and tilting you to look up at him. 

“You can’t be honest with me? Or you can’t admit there’s something there with him?” 

You close your eyes to prevent the tears, but they win, escaping down your cheeks only to be caught and wiped away by his thumbs. 

Your name is a soft pleading whisper on his lips, making you want to crawl into a cave forever. You can only say the first thing that comes to your mind. 

“Please…just stay.” 

You feel his forehead press against yours, noses touching, lips mere inches away from his. 

Just do it. Lean forward. His lips are right there. Just give in. You know it’s always going to be him. 

Do it.

But you don’t, and neither does he, instead breathing out a heavy sigh, pulling away from you, and unwrapping your grip from his wrist. 

“I can’t be your second anymore, y/n.” 

“You’re not.” Just say it. Admit it. Fucking do it.

“I am, though. If I wasn’t, you wouldn’t hesitate. You wouldn’t look at me with all that fear in your eyes. Tell me, do you hesitate with him?”

You don’t respond, trying to find the best answer.

“Your silence is so loud, y/n.” He backs away from you, heading upstairs to your room to grab the extra blankets and pillows you’d usually have on standby for when he’d stay over. He walks back into the living room, ignoring your hurt expression.

“I’ll sleep on the couch and be out before you wake up.”

“Jungkook…” 

“Stop, y/n. Just…end it there, okay?” you want to run to him, kiss him, tell him he’s number one. He will always be number one. Yoongi is nothing compared to him. You should. You should move your feet right now.

But you don’t. 

You hesitate.

And instead, he sets up the bedding on the couch before looking at you again.

“Goodnight.” He turns off the living room light, covering the area in complete darkness as he lays down on the couch. 

You sniffle, muttering a quiet apology before slinking away to the stairs to your room. Once the door is closed, you close your eyes and take a deep breath, screaming internally. You allow yourself five seconds to cry before opening your eyes and staring off into space in an attempt to silence the voices and the pain. 

It doesn’t. 

They just get louder.

You force yourself into your bathroom to turn on the shower. You watch yourself in the mirror as you slowly shed your clothing, piece by piece, like you’re removing everything that happened today with every fabric. Once you’re in your bra and underwear, you look back in the mirror at the bites and handprints on your hips where Yoongi had gripped you tight at one point. 

The painting of the music notes on your thigh. 

You feel sick. 

You quickly shed the bra and underwear, throwing them in the trash before showering. You grab your body wash, squeezing out more than needed onto your loofah and scrubbing away at your skin. 

You cry out in pain, not realizing you’re scrubbing yourself raw, trying to get the feeling of Yoongi off your skin. Anywhere he touched, breathed, or kissed suddenly felt like acid, and you needed it off you. You stay in the scalding hot shower for thirty minutes, trying to get him off your skin and out of your hair, muttering curse words the entire time. 

When you finally leave the shower, you feel like you are running on autopilot. You change into some clean pajamas, dry your hair, and drag yourself through a quick skin routine, playing some music on your AirPods while doing so. 

You sit on your bed, staring at your closed bedroom door. You want to open it and get on the couch with him, cuddle with him like you used to, tell him it’s always him, and just be with him in every way you can.

Stop hesitating.

You throw the blankets off you, forcing yourself out of bed and padding over to the bedroom door, opening it confidently and heading down the stairs.

But you stop halfway.

Your body stills as you listen to him lightly snoring, and you flash to a few weeks ago when he confessed to having trouble sleeping. He wouldn’t say why, he wouldn’t say if it was related to Kai, and he didn’t go any further in his explanation other than it’s hard for him to sleep lately.

So you back away from the doorway, leaving the door open, and crawl back in bed. You won’t be why he can’t get back to sleep just because you need him. 

An hour later, you wake up to someone crying. You sit up in bed, rubbing your eyes to get rid of the tears you assume you’re shedding. But there’s nothing there. No tears, just a puffy and tired face. 

You listen closer. It can’t be Ryujin. Her door is closed, and she’s out cold. It’s shockingly not you, which means it’s only one other person. 

Jungkook?

You throw the blankets off of you, quietly rushing down the stairs and peaking into the living room. He’s on the couch, still asleep but sniffling and whimpering. 

You tip-toe over to him as he lays there in his sleep, tears escaping closed eyes and body shaking in fear.

Is this what he was talking about?

Is this every night?

Why didn’t he say anything?

“Jungkook?” You try whispering his name, but he doesn’t respond. You try again, a little louder, and place a hand on his shoulder to gently shake him awake. 

Gently, being the keyword. 

It apparently wasn’t.

Jungkook wakes up terrified, smacking your hand away from him and cowering back into the couch in fear. 

“Koo, it’s okay. It’s me. It’s y/n. I’m sorry. I’m so sor—.” 

You’re pulled into a hug before you can finish apologizing, one hand grabbing your arm to pull you to him, the other wrapping around your shoulders. You instinctively crawl onto the couch, curling up with him as he buries his face in your neck, tears streaming down his cheeks as he hyperventilates in your arms. 

You hold him as close as you can, your legs wrapped  around him, acting as a weighted blanket. 

“It’s okay. You’re safe.” You whisper against his temple, wincing a little when the hand gripping your arm finds your back, grasping your shirt. His nails dig into the skin on the back of your neck. 

You give him a few more minutes to panic in your arms before easing his face away from your neck, cradling his face in your hands. 

“How often has this been happening, Koo?” His eyes close, shaking his head as he tries to bury back into your neck. You stop him, pulling further away. 

“Jungkook, talk to me.” 

“Almost every night…”

Not again. 

“Why didn’t you say anything? To me? To Ryujin?” 

He stumbles over a few words, trying to figure out the answer. His hands let go of your shirt before grabbing it again seconds later, as if he has to remind himself he has control and isn’t dreaming anymore. 

“It’s nothing.”

“It's not nothing, Jungkook, if you’re having nightmares again every night...”

“They’re not nightmares.”

“No?” You raise an eyebrow, “then what are they?”

“They’re just dreams, y/n.” He shuts down the conversation, and you have no choice but to follow along. 

“Fine. Let’s go back to my bed and sleep there, then.”

“I’m fine down here.”

“I don’t care. I want to make sure you’re okay. Can I do that? You do it for Ry and me every day. Let someone else be there for you. Please?”

He lets out a heavy sigh before mumbling in agreement. You disconnect from him, getting off the couch and helping him get up. His eyes meet yours, and your heart cracks at the sight. His eyes are red, eyelids puffy from the tears he never shows. You frown, wrapping his hand in yours, keeping it close as you climb the stairs to your room. 

He lets go of your hand as you both crawl into your bed, laying on your back to let him curl up against you. His face finds its way back between your neck and shoulder, and you can’t help the goosebumps that appear all over your body from his breath on your skin.

Neither of you say anything. Probably for the best. 

You fall asleep in that position, Jungkook’s tattooed fingers mindlessly dancing along the side of your waist over your shirt. One hand tangled in his hair, softly massaging his head while your other hand rests on his forearm draped across your stomach. 

For just a moment, you forget everything that’s wrong with this. For just a moment, it’s back before everything went to shit, and this was enough for both of you. 

When you wake up the next morning, which was really a few hours later, you’re still in the same position. The only difference is Jungkook’s legs have tangled up with yours, and his hand found a way under your shirt, lightly holding onto your side. His touch feels scalding hot against your skin. The breathing on your neck gives you goosebumps. Your hands are still in the same position. 

You’re about to wake him up when there’s a soft knock on the door before it slowly opens. 

Ryujin enters quietly; her eyes cast to the ground like a child knowing she’s in trouble. You know that look all too well. It’s the same look Jungkook gave when he accidentally broke the bottle of one of your more expensive paints, letting it spill all over the floor. 

Big round brown eyes, like a puppy pleading its innocence. 

When she looks up, her eyes widen at seeing her brother wrapped around your body. She shoots you a questioning look, and you have no choice but to quietly whisper nightmare in hopes she doesn’t get it confused. 

Her face softens with a frown at the realization of the word. 

“That’s supposed to be my job…I’m supposed to be there for him when it happens.”

You sigh, your hand moving from his hair.

“We’re all still trying to figure this out, Ry. Don’t take it personally.”

“I’m not… I’m… I’m not. I just feel like I failed him. Like I failed you…”

“You’re not failing any—” You cut yourself off when Jungkook’s head moves, pressing his face even closer to your neck for a moment before his eyes open. 

“Who are you talking to?” He mumbles, still half asleep. His voice is low and husky and it kills you that you have to ignore it, as well as ignore the way his hand squeezes your side as he readjusts to get comfortable. 

“Ryujin’s here…” 

He lifts his head to look around the room, tired eyes landing on his sister. His fingers dig into your side momentarily as the siblings make eye contact. Jungkook finally lets go of you, muttering a soft oh, and pulling away from you and out of the bed. 

“I’m gonna make breakfast…” he speaks softly, giving his sister a small hug before turning back to you. 

“Thank you…for earlier…” you nod in response, not sure what to say to either of them anymore. 

When he leaves the room, there’s an awkward silence in the air. Ryujin’s gaze is locked on where her brother was just laying and yours is on her, trying to figure out what’s happening. 

And then it hits you. 

All the times she’d come over after a fight with another friend, a disagreement with Jungkook, one of the few fights with Kai, or just when all the pressures of life got too much. She’d crawl into your bed just like Jungkook did and wrap her body around yours and fall asleep in your arms. 

You called it a Jeon Thing. 

You opened your arms up hesitantly, second guessing if that’s what she’s thinking of. But you didn’t have to wait too long before her eyes lit up a little and she’s hurrying to crawl in next to you, replicating the position Jungkook was just in, except her head rests softly on your shoulder and the hand across your stomach is playing with the fabric rather than touching your skin. 

You stay completely still, still terrified of her explosions. But they don’t come, instead she sniffles. 

“I’m sorry.”

“Hmm?” You have to stay calm. Don’t give in too easily. 

“I’m really fucking sorry, y/n”

“Be more specific.” You slow your breathing, making sure you’re not the one that explodes. 

But maybe you should. 

Ryujin buries her face in your shoulder before speaking. 

“For everything. Being horrible to you. Blaming you. Saying the shit that I said…”

That’s it? That’s the apology?

Jungkook’s words from last night loop in your head rapidly, and you’re speaking before you can stop yourself, sitting up and dislodging her, forcing her to sit up facing you.

“You accused me of killing my brother, Ryujin. My brother. The one fucking person I could always count on. The one person in my family that believed in me and encouraged me to do what I wanted to do. You called me a murderer. You said it should’ve been me, Ry. You said you’d rather I have died instead of Kai. You said that about your best friend. Me. Do you hear how fucked up that is?”

Her eyes well up with tears, yours already escaping like a pro, as she fists the blankets in her hands, scared to look up. 

“I…I’m sor—”

“Ry, I’m terrified of you. You know that, right? I have to fucking sneak into our apartment. I changed my schedule at school to avoid you. I fucking went to the studio last night because I never want to come home. I stay with Yoongi a few times after group therapy until I think you might be asleep because, as stupid of a decision that is, it hurts less than coming home to my best friend telling me I murdered my fucking brother.” 

Ryujin opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. She continues pulling at the fabric of the sheets in front of her as you watch the gears in her mind turn, trying desperately to come up with some form of words.

This was always her weakness. Being told she did wrong, being told she fucked up, and there wasn’t some easy fix. One time in high school, she was so sleep-deprived from studying the night before a midterm, that she mismarked every answer on the scantron, thinking the answers were for the question before. When the teacher told her she had failed, she lost all ability to function, too shocked to speak. You had to talk to the teacher to find out what was wrong, begging him to let her retake it the next day. 

But this isn’t high school. This isn’t a test she can just retake. There is no fix for this. The only thing she can do is accept that she fucked up.

The silence is deafening, save for the sound of Jungkook downstairs in your kitchen making food and the morning hustle and bustle outside. She keeps trying to speak, but it’s getting harder and harder for you to tolerate.

“Ry…” she stays frozen. “Ry, look at me.” You grab both of her hands, stopping her from potentially ripping your sheets. When she finally looks up, tears running down her face, you give her a tiny comforting smile.

“I love you, Ryujin. You know I do, and I always will,” you start, and she whispers I love you, too back, smiling through the tears. “Our bond is unbreakable, and you and I both know we will always be there for each other through thick and thin. But this? The things you said? Ry, I can’t just easily forgive you when you say sorry.”

“I…I know. But what do I do? How? How do I fix this?”

“You can’t. That’s the problem. This is something that only time can fix, and I wish that wasn’t the case. But I’m scared of being around you right now, Ry. Even right now, I’m afraid you’ll launch an attack and spew vile accusations at me.”

“No. I won’t. I won’t do that. Ever again.”

You smile, but it falters fast. 

“I don’t think it’ll be okay until you take the initiative to get help. Talk to someone, Ry—a professional. And stop drinking so much, eat something, design your pretty dresses again, work on the showcase, and take time for yourself. It sucks, it’s scary, and it sounds miserable, I know. But until you come back to being my Ryujin? I can’t do this with you anymore.”

Her eyes widen, hands gripping yours. 

“What does that mean?”

Suddenly it’s hard to look at her. You’ve been sitting on this decision for a while but didn’t think you’d ever have to make it officially. 

“I think it might be better for us both if I move out for a bit…”

“…no”

“Ry…” she shakes her head repeatedly. “We need to figure this out separately. I can’t baby you into getting help. And you can’t deal with me and my bullshit while you’re trying to heal. I’ll still be here when you need me. I’ll be here if you need help with your project. I’m not leaving, leaving. I could never leave you. You’re my person.”

“But where are you gonna go?” 

“I…don’t know. Maybe the studio?” 

“But there’s no shower there.”

Fuck. There isn’t. 

“What if you stay with Jungkook?” 

Your face heats up at the idea of living with Jungkook, but your stomach drops at the idea of being so close to Kai’s stuff. 

“I don’t think I can…”

“He’s miserable, you know.” Her voice softens, and her hands move out from under yours to be the ones holding on this time. 

“I think he’s afraid to be alone. He hasn’t talked about Kai unless someone starts the conversation, but he shuts it down fast. He’s so focused on you that I don’t think he’s realized how much help he needs. Maybe staying with him can help.” 

“I didn’t ask him to focus on me.” You try not to sound defensive. She knows that, choosing to ignore the tone. 

“We both know he didn’t choose to. It’s a part of who he is. You are a part of who he is, no matter what.”

Are you, though? Or is he a part of who you are? He could replace you so easily if you just let him go. You know that. He must know that. Maybe that’s why he wants you to tell him to move on. That you and Yoongi are a thing. 

He wants to replace you with anyone who makes him less sad.

Anyone but you. 

“Hey,” Ryujin’s voice cuts through your thoughts, your eyes looking up at her in a panic. “I see where your mind is right now. Stop whatever it is you’re thinking.”

“But—”

“I don’t care. Whatever you’re telling yourself to make yourself think he wouldn’t want to have you by his side every moment of every day is a lie, and you know it.”

You don’t respond, mind running a mile a second, and all you want to do is go back to sleep. 

“I…I understand if you feel you need to move out and get some space from me temporarily. I would never hold that against you, y/n. But please go with someone I know so I can know you’re okay. What even is a Yoongi?”

Your body freezes at his name. Of course she doesn’t know Yoongi. Of course she doesn’t know you’re sleeping with someone from group therapy. Of course she doesn’t know you went to the studio with him last night and fucked on your couch while you only thought about Jungkook. 

“A mistake. I think…” your gaze stays focused on Ryujin’s hands holding yours, eyes burning from the tears threatening to return for the nth time. 

“Y/n…you’re doing it again, aren’t you?” She’s careful not to sound judgmental, but you can still feel it. 

“No. No. I’m…I’m not.” You shake your head, shutting your eyes tight. “I’m trying not to. It’s just sex. But last night…I fucked up. And then you called. And then we argued. And then Jungkook…”

She stays silent, and it drives you crazy that you can’t read her mind.

“I’m gonna end it with him. Whatever it is. I can’t…keep doing this. I’m tired, Ry. I’m so fucking tired.”

“I know, babes. And I know a good amount of it is my fault, and I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you.”

You try to speak, but nothing comes out as her thumbs rub back and forth on the back of your hands just like Jungkook was doing last night. 

“What if I temporarily move out instead? You stay here. I’ll stay with Jungkook and stay in Kai’s room. You can stay here and try to heal on your own terms. It’ll be less stressful for you. You don’t always have to be the one making changes to your life for others, y/n. Let us make changes instead.”

You finally look up at her. Both of you have tear-stained faces, but she’s holding a smile that breaks your heart. 

“Ry…” 

“I’m doing it. I’ve decided.”

You smile back at her briefly. 

“Are you sure you’re even ready to go in his room? I went to his studio last night and couldn’t breathe.” 

She pauses momentarily, eyes on the ceiling as she thinks. 

“I think…I think I’m ready. I mean… No one will ever be with something like this, right? It’s always going to be scary. It’s always going to hurt. Even the smallest task will sometimes feel like a punch in the gut, right?” She takes a deep breath, seeing you smile again. 

“I miss him. I think being around his stuff can help me.” she quietly speaks.

“Yeah?” 

She smiles, nodding. There’s something in her expression that is still broken. Something you must not know about. But you don’t question it. Everyone has their secrets. You tell yourself that she’ll talk about it when she’s ready.. 

She doesn’t let you try to dissuade her, instead getting off your bed and dragging you to the kitchen where Jungkook has put together a full breakfast. 

He turns to you both, eyes widening at your hand in hers before looking at you. 

“Everything good?” He asks slowly. You nod silently, letting go of her hand to grab a plate and scoot past him to pile some pancakes on with some eggs. 

“Hopefully soon, yes,” Ryujin answers for you, looking nervously at her brother. “But I’m moving in with you for a bit. Until we figure out how to be, I guess…” she copies your moves, grabbing a plate and scooting past her befuddled brother. 

“I’m sorry, what?”

“She wanted to move out to put some space between us. I offered instead. I’m going to stay in Kai’s room…” 

“But…” he starts, but you interrupt. 

“But we haven’t gone in there yet. We’re gonna do that tomorrow morning. If you want to join, we can do it together. Maybe it’ll help you, too.”

“Yeah, JK. Y/n said you’ve been having nightmares again. And I know you’ve been sleeping on our couch more than your bed. Maybe having someone else there can help you?”

Jungkook stares at you both, sitting on opposite sides of the table with the same amount of food on your plates. Neither looking at him. Both making decisions without him. He grips the counter with both hands, pushing down every emotion. You almost miss it when you look up. 

“Jungkook? Are you okay?” You move to get up, but you hesitate, again, when he closes his eyes and nods. 

“I’m fine.”

Liar.

“Don’t you have group therapy tomorrow morning?” He changes the subject back to you, an easy task for him. It’s easier to focus on you, Ryujin, school, work, anything and everything but himself. 

Your eyes drop back down to your food, pushing it around.

“I’m not going.” You state, hoping he doesn’t question it further. 

But of course, it’s Jungkook. 

“Why not?” 

Your chest tightens, your throat closing in on itself. When did it get so hot? Are you sweating? Is that your heart or your brain pounding? 

“I don’t feel like going.” You try sounding confident, but your voice shakes, betraying you. 

“Y/n.” Your eyes meet his, begging him to drop it. 

“Jungkook, if she doesn’t want to go, she’s not going. Let her make decisions for herself.” 

“I’m not telling her what to do, Ry. I’m trying to help her.”

“Sounds like the same thing.”

Both of you, stop. Please. 

“It’s not, though. If she wants to learn to grieve and move on in her own way, that’s what she’ll do. You can’t control her.”

“Well, obviously, but—”

Snap.

Your fist slams down on the table, dishes rattling and silencing the room. 

“Please stop! Both of you. Stop talking about me like I’m not here. I’m right fucking here. Right here.”

You’re so tired of crying, of feeling. It’s exhausting. Every single little thing makes you want to cry. It’s ridiculous.

“Jungkook, I’m not going. I’ll go to the next one, and I still have my regular appointment with Dr. Adams on Monday. But I’d rather help Ry, okay?” You wait for him to nod in understanding before turning to his sister. 

“And Ry. He is trying to help. He’s been pushing me to do what I want to avoid, and I appreciate it. I’d still be curled up in my room if it wasn’t for him. So if he has to be pushy, it’s for a reason. Leave it.” 

She nods, and everything goes silent. 

This is why you need space. 

This is suffocating. 

“I have to get ready for class. I have to head back to the studio and pick up my canvas, so I need to leave in twenty minutes…” you get up from the table, rinsing the plate before placing it in the dishwasher.

“Thank you for breakfast, Koo. It was delicious.” You try walking past him, but a hand lands on your stomach, preventing you from leaving. 

“Do you want a ride? You seemed more or less okay with it last night.” 

You should say no. You want to distance yourself from everyone right now. You need to distance yourself. Everything is happening all at once, and you should say no, walk to the studio, and walk to campus.

But it was easier being in a car with him. 

 But you should say no anyway. 

“Okay…I’ll get ready quickly.” You whisper, walking past him when his hand moves. 

You hear the two of them whisper as you climb the stairs, but you’re too tired to care, so you slink back to your room. You grab your phone to charge it while you get ready, ignoring the notifications glaring at you as you plug it in and walk away. 

When it’s time to leave, Ryujin is already back in her room, making a list of things to bring to Jungkook’s while he’s sitting on the couch, keys in hand. 

The walk to his car is quiet. Getting in is just as silent, but he repeats the night before, grabbing your hand in his and holding it close to his chest through every intersection it takes to get to the studio. When he parks in his usual spot, his squeeze tightens on you, head lolling back against the headrest. 

He looks nervous. He feels nervous. His hand is getting sweaty while his grip switches between a death grip and shaking, barely holding on. 

“Jungkook?” You inquire softly, waiting for him to give some sign that he's okay. “Do you wanna come in?”

He exhales a small breath, shaking his head. 

“I don’t think I can.”

You shift in your seat, removing your seatbelt and grabbing the hand wrapped around yours. His eyes find yours, and you’re right. He’s scared. 

Is this how you looked last night?

“I’m not gonna lie to you, Koo. It sucks. The second you step into the studio, you’re back at the moments before finals. You go into his studio, and you fully expect him to be in there working his ass off on whatever assignment he has. But he’s not. And it’s like having to relive that night all over again. And it fucking sucks.” You sniffle, playing with his tattooed hand. 

“And I know the last thing you want me to do right now is mention Yoongi,” he groans out a small laugh, and the corner of your lips twitch into a smirk, “but he made a good point, Koo. The longer you hold off on doing this, on going into the rooms, reliving the memories with him, talking about him, the more it’s going to hurt you.” 

He sighs, closing his eyes. “I’m going to pretend he didn’t say that and that it’s just you being all wise.” 

“Well, I am all wise. We’ve established this many times.” You both grin, enjoying the brief moment of normalcy before he agrees to go in with you. His hand never leaves yours, but this time you’re the one rubbing your thumb on the back of his hand. 

When you both reach the the front door, you unlock it, letting go of his hand. You give him a second before he opens the door fully, letting him step inside first.

You watch him from the front door as he stands in the middle of the living area, eyes scanning every inch of the room. When he turns back around, facing you, his eyes cast to his studio room. 

You can’t decipher the look on his face. 

He’s so good at pretending to be okay that it makes it impossible to read him sometimes. He looks as if he’s dazed; his mind is far away from the studio to somewhere you don’t know. 

“You good?” You hesitantly ask, taking two steps closer to him. 

He blinks a few times, eyes finding your worried expression before offering a small smile. 

“I’m okay. I need to get something from my room. A lens I need for class.”

“Oh. Okay.” You nod, expecting him to move, but he’s standing perfectly still. “Well, I’m going to get my canvas and clean up really quickly since I left abruptly last night…” you quietly walk to your room, turning to see him finally at his door, fingers hesitating over the pin pad before finally putting in the number and walking in. 

You enter your room, your canvas still leaning against your old ones. Black and white still. Paints dried up on the palette, and brushes stiff as a result. You dump the brushes into a jar of water and the palette onto the desk, making a mental note to return later tonight to clean up correctly. You swear you see a hint of purple as you put the canvas in a tote after ensuring  it was dry. 

You turn and are greeted by the cat painting Yoongi was obsessed with. Should you still give it to him? Even if you plan on ending things? You don’t want it, and it would look good in a cat cafe. If anything, you could give it to the cafe directly. 

God, you don’t want to talk to Yoongi. But you don’t want to ghost him completely. And before the sex, he was actually starting to be a good friend and an excellent partner in helping each other through your traumas. 

You look at the couch, resisting the urge to deep clean every inch of it. Maybe a new couch. One that won’t make you feel dirty and wrong every time you look at it. 

You have to apologize. And you have to cut ties with him.

You have to. 

You’re just going to hurt him in the end. 

You’re so good at hurting people. 

You hear the beeping of a keypad, turning your head to the doorway before grabbing your tote, setting the cat painting aside, and leaving your room. 

Kai’s door is open. 

“Jungkook?” You softly call out, leaving the tote on the couch in the living area. You call out his name again, slowly approaching your brother’s room. Your heart breaks at the sight. 

Jungkook’s sitting on the small couch with his knees pressed to his chest and his arms around his shins. His head is buried in between his knees, but he’s silent. 

“Koo?” You try again, slowly approaching, moving some of Kai’s scattered papers out of the way, and sitting next to him. 

When he still doesn’t respond, you stop trying. You’ll sit and wait by his side, ready to be there for whatever he needs. 

The most important rule in helping someone grieve: never push them to grieve how you think they should. Just be there when they’re ready. 

A mantra of sorts drilled into your brain in group therapy.

His body finally moves, his back rising suddenly as he takes a deep breath before slowly letting it out and raising his head. He doesn’t look at you, instead looking at the room he’s in. The same way you did the night before. 

His face is flush, like he was forcing himself to hold his breath. His eyes are dry, and he looks exhausted. 

“How did it go last night, coming in here?” He finally asks, head leaning back to rest on the couch. 

You flatten your hands on the couch, sliding them back and forth to feel the texture. It’s a nice distraction to keep your hands apart and not claw at your skin. 

“I had a full blown panic attack. Felt like I was dying. Like my brain was on the verge of exploding, and I kept hearing voices screaming, and I couldn’t see.” You let out a nervous laugh, keeping your eyes on the couch. 

“Voices?”

“Uh…yeah. Like, like my own thoughts, but amplified. I don’t know how to explain it…I’d rather not try, honestly.”

“You don’t have to.” He whispers, a hand stopping one of yours and softly holding onto it. 

“How’d you get through it?” 

“Jungkook…”

“What?”

“Stop…doing that.”

“Stop doing what?”

“Diverting. You already know the answer. When I say Yoongi got me through it, you’re going to say something about how I feel about him, and then we’ll fight. You know it’s always going to be you in the end. I don’t understand why you keep saying it’s so one-sided when it’s clearly not. It’s just messy and complicated right now, okay? I don’t want to have that scene play out again. Specifically not here.”

He doesn’t respond, instead, staring at your hand in his, his thumb running over your ring finger. Your eyes flick up to his face, jaw clenched tight and eyes sad. There’s no sparkle in them like there usually is, and you’re not sure how long they’ve been so dull. 

How have you not noticed that?

“Have you allowed yourself to cry yet?” You hesitate to ask, but you have to. It’s been months since Kai passed, and you haven’t seen him cry since the crash or last night in his sleep. You want to be wrong. Please let him tell you you’re wrong. 

“No.” His voice cracks as he shakes your head, and you can feel your heart drop with it. 

“Koo. You have to let it out at some point. Or else you’ll be stuck and have those nightmares forever.” 

You turn your body to face him better, bringing your entwined hands to your lap. 

“I’m scared.” He shuts his eyes tight. 

“Scared of what?”

“If I cry, I’m scared I’ll never stop.”

“Koo…”

And that’s all it takes for the dam to break, tears streaming down his face as he begins to sob. He buries his head back into his knees and lets the floodgates open. You do nothing. You don’t want to. You want him to finally let it out and focus on himself and his own grief. 

So you sit. 

And you wait. His hand stays in yours as he finally lets go of months of emotional trauma, stress, and fears.  

You’ve only seen Jungkook cry like this once. It was after his parents divorced just before he graduated high school. He had so much going on, from finishing up high school to getting accepted to the same school as you and Ryujin. He had finals, projects, an internship, a part-time job, and a social life. 

All at the same time as he watched his parents argue, his mother packing up her stuff and moving out the day after his graduation. It became too overwhelming for him. He pushed everything down as far as he could and pretended he was fine. 

But you could see it in his eyes. Just like now, that sparkle was gone. He barely spoke, and if he did, it was about anyone else. He just focused on finishing the day and praying no one talked to him the entire time. 

Until one day, you both went to a street fair to celebrate high school being over. There were a few booths with carnival games and one that let you break plates. You dragged him over, encouraging him to destroy some ceramic dinnerware and let it all out. He did, but after breaking a good handful of plates, it was as if something in him snapped. 

You rushed him out of the booth, taking him to a darkened alley to fully cry in peace. He hated crying in front of others. He hated the idea of people perceiving him as weak. You’ve told him many times it doesn’t, but you still take him somewhere quiet and safe when you know he’s upset. 

He cried in your arms in that alley for thirty minutes, finally letting you take him home and having him fall asleep in your arms. 

You’re pulled from the memory when Jungkook’s hand pulls yours closer. You shift on the couch, wrapping your arms around him as he curls into your side. His tear stained face finds its home in the space between your neck and shoulder, his hands tightly grabbing at any part of you he can like you’re his lifeline. 

In a way, you are, to him at least. 

Just like he’s yours. 

He cries in your arms for what feels like fifteen minutes, random words stumbling out of his sobs, followed by questions that will never get answered and wishes that will never be granted. You continue to stay silent, only ever whispering that he’s okay, he’s safe, and to let it out. Every now and again kissing the top of his head when he grew silent, clutching him harder when the sobs returned stronger. 

Somewhere in the living room, your phone rings. You ignore it. 

Not right now. 

It rings again. You bury your face in Jungkook’s messy curls, focusing on the smell of his conditioner instead. 

Please stop. 

On the third call, Jungkook lifts his face from your neck just enough to look at you. 

“You should get that.” His voice is a hoarse whisper. Your hand softly cradles his cheek as you shake your head. 

“Nah. My top priority right now is making sure you’re okay.” 

He smiles. It’s broken and weak, but it’s there as he pulls away from you, sitting up straight and rubbing his hands across his puffy face. 

“I’m okay.” He mumbles behind his hands, “I’m puffy and probably need to rehydrate. But I’m okay.” 

“We can wrap an ice pack in a towel to reduce the puffiness. And there’s water in the fridge, I’m sure.” You mimic how he sits, brushing some of his hair out of his face. 

“Mmm. We should do a spa day. Once you and Ry are a little better, that is.” 

“I look forward to it. Full on facemasks and mani/pedis.” It's a soft whisper. You do genuinely hope there will be a time when you three can go back to normal. Or as normal as you can without your brother.  

“You sure you’re okay, Koo?” He nods, but you shake your head. “I need you to promise me you’ll stop blocking everything out. We’re all hurting. We’re all scared of a future without him. We’re all going through this together. You don’t have to always try to be the big brave hero.”

“But then what am I? I feel like I need to be something or do something so I’m not…so I don’t—”

“Remember that he’s gone?”

He’s silent for a moment, eyes dancing around his best friend’s studio where he’s spent countless hours pacing the floor while Kai was at his desk or on the couch talking about complete nonsense, complaining about Ryujin or ranting about your latest relationship failures. 

“Yeah…” his head drops, eyes falling to the floor in defeat. “I just want to forget. Focusing on anything else helps with that.” You stop yourself from reaching out to touch him again, instead placing both your hands on your lap, twiddling your fingers in place. 

“Jungkook?” You tilt your head to the side, eyebrows knit together as you focus on your hands, carefully forming the words in your brain before speaking again. 

“Kai’s gone. He died. I was there. I held his hand as he died. So, I understand wanting to forget that he’s gone and distracting yourself from remembering. But I relive that moment every day. I don’t have that same luxury you do of being able to forget. I wake up every morning thinking this is a sick nightmare and that he’ll be on the couch or in the kitchen stealing our food. But then he’s not. And I have to remember what it felt like to hold his hand for the last time. I have to remember watching them take his body away.”

You don’t even realize you’re crying until the feeling of Jungkook’s hands holding yours makes you flinch, causing the tears to fall on them. 

“So please, please, understand what I’m saying when I say how lucky you are that you have that option to forget, but also how ridiculous and rude it is to Kai to want to forget that he’s gone.”

“Y/n…that’s…I would nev—”

“He was your best friend, Jungkook. He always will be in a way. He would've been your brother-in-law once he and Ry got married. Don’t do that disservice to your best friend by trying to forget that he died. Forget the fights, forget the disagreements and all the bad moments you had with him. That’s fine. But don’t forget Kai, okay?”

He remains silent, lips shut tight, and eyes watering again. But he nods, squeezing your hands with his as a quiet okay escapes his lips. 

Your phone rings a fourth time, and you groan, letting go of Jungkook’s hands and getting up. You stomp over to your phone and glare at the screen. 

Mother (7) Missed Call

Mother (12) Text Message

Father (1) Text Message

Yoongi (3) Text Message

You put your phone on silent, slipping it into your backpack all the way at the bottom. 

The door to Kai’s room closes, and Jungkook appears behind you. 

“Was that Yoongi?” His voice carries no negative tone for once, no malice or anger. You shake your head, picking up the canvas tote that’s quickly taken away from you by Jungkook. 

“My mother…” your voice trails as you watch him walk towards the front door. He grimaces in your direction when your feet finally catch up to him. 

“Gross.” He steps out of the studio, letting you lock the door. You both silently head down the elevator and back to his car, where he waits until you both have your seatbelts on and your hand is back in his when he pulls out of the parking space. 

“What does she want now?”

“I don’t know. I don’t want to know. Probably asking when I’m gonna come back home and get a real job now that they’re left with the lesser child.” You scoff, eyes on the road. 

“That or she already wants me to make plans for Christmas. Which I don’t want to think about at all.” 

Jungkook smirks, bringing your hand to his chest at a stop light. It takes you a second until you realize you’ve made it several blocks without your heart rate skyrocketing. Your eyes have been watching every car just like last night, but it feels less stressful. 

Because it’s him. It’s always him. 

“Why is it always you?” 

“Hmm?” The light turns green, and he steps on the gas. The feeling of panic is still there. But you’re able to push it back down. You don’t say anything, and he doesn’t question you further as he pulls into the school’s parking lot. 

He exits the car first, helping you out next and putting your canvas tote on his shoulder. His hand finds yours again as you both walk to the art building in silence. 

“So when do I get to see the painting?” He questions, handing you the tote. 

“At the showcase.” You smile at his pout. 

“But that's months away.”

“Exactly. I don’t think I want anyone important to see any of it until then. It’s hard enough that I can’t see the colors right now. I don’t need other people seeing whatever mess I’ve made.”

“I’m sure it’s beautiful. Just like everything you create.” His hand squeezes yours, and you smile at the feel of his hand wrapped around yours. Your safety blanket. 

“I can’t wait to see your showcase next year. It’s gonna be great. You should use that one photo you took when we all went on that hike and saw all those stars.” You grin, the memory is still so bright and real in your mind. The meteor shower you wanted to see so badly that you convinced the three of them to hike up a mountain with you just to see it. 

“You and that damn mountain. You bamboozled us.” Jungkook groans. 

“Excuse me. You said you had fun and would do it again!”

“Only if you wanted to. And had a better reason. And without Ryujin. She complained the entire time. Even Kai was getting annoyed.”

“Okay. We’ll go back, just the two of us, the next time there’s a good meteor shower.”

“It’s a date.” 

You nod, but don’t respond. That phrase suddenly has such a bigger meaning than it did before. Instead, you focus on climbing the stairs to the third floor and approaching your classroom. His voice eventually breaks you out of your racing thoughts. 

“Do you want a ride home tonight?”

“I need to actually clean my brushes from last night. So I’ll be at the studio. Besides, isn’t your last class later than mine?”

“Fair. I can come get you after? Or bring food?” Your silence makes him panic, “or not. I just hate the idea of you out on your own so late…that’s all. I’m not trying to control you or anything.”

“No, no. I get it. Yeah. Come by after class. That’s fine. I just. I don’t know. Sorry.” You shake your head, gripping the straps to the tote. Confused, Jungkook opens his mouth to ask you to clarify what you’re saying, but the sound of his and your name from down the hall stops him. 

Your eyes find the source of the shout and land on Joshua and Jimin. Joshua glances down to your hand in Jungkook’s before shooting you a smirk. You let go out of instinct and readjust your grasp on your tote with both hands and avoid how Jungkook looks at you. 

“Hey, Jimin. How’s your second to last year so far?” You smile at him. His face flashes from confusion towards Jungkook to the same friendly smile you have towards him. 

“It’s great! Frustrating moments when my equipment decides not to function, but that’s expected. How—, uh, how’s your painting?” 

You can’t blame him for sounding hesitant. You haven’t seen Jimin since the funeral, and with the way everything that happened that day, you’d be treading lightly too. 

“It’s…going. I’m trying to change the way I paint. I’m not excited about the showcase, though.” 

“Oh, yeah. Taehyung’s been going on about it. You two have a lot to do, huh?” You smile at the mention of his boyfriend, missing the nights you’d invite them out to drink with the rest of the sQuad. 

“Yeah. I’m not sure how to get it all done in time. But I can’t wait to see what Taehyung does.” 

He smiles in return, and it’s suddenly awkward. You don’t know what you’re supposed to say next. Jimin looks just as lost, and Joshua is on his phone. Jungkook sniffs for the sake of making a noise. 

“We should go out to that karaoke bar again soon.” His voice breaks the silence, the three of you looking up at him. 

“I think that’s a great idea.” Joshua chimes in, “but first, we have a class that starts in forty-five seconds. See ya, friends.” He grabs your wrist, spinning you around in the direction of the classroom, dragging you with him. 

“Shua, class starts in ten minutes. Not forty-five seconds.” You whine as he sits you down in your seat, sitting next to you after going across the room and coming back with two blank canvases, setting one on his easel and the other on yours. 

“I know. But I needed to get you away from Jungkook so you could tell me why y’all were holding hands.” He grins, turning to face you once his stuff is set up. 

“This isn’t elementary school, Joshua. We can hold hands without it being anything.” You glare at him, slowly pulling your tools out of your bag, and placing them neatly on the table next to your easel. You grab a second easel, a much smaller one, and place it next to the big window. 

“While that is true, y/n, it’s you and Jungkook. Everything either of you do with one another means something. Always has been, always will.”

You look down at your canvas tote with a frown. He’s not wrong. That’s how you two are. Every action, every sentence, every thought. It all means something. Even if that something is meaningless to others, it’s the world to you both. 

“I guess…” you sigh, opening the tote and pulling out your canvas. Suddenly very hyper aware  others can see it as you set it down on the easel by the window. 

“Oh, holy shit, that’s beautiful, y/n.” Joshua says, standing up to look closer, “the colors are stunning.”

“Are they…?” You squint at the painting. Some colors are just barely visible. You see the purple a little stronger, and a bit of what you think is yellow? You’re still not sure. 

“Yeah, the way you blended the green with the—”

“No! Don’t tell me. I wanna wait.”

“Wait for what?”

“For when I can see the colors again.” You grin, actually feeling hopeful for once. Joshua smiles back, patting your shoulder and sitting back down. Before Joshua can question further, Professor Varon walks in exactly as class is set to begin. 

“Okay, everyone! Let’s get to it! The first week is done, and now down to serious business!”

The class goes by so fast you’re not even sure you registered any information in your brain. You spent too much time glancing between the professor and your finished painting. At one point, while walking the room, he stopped by you, eyes on the finished piece as he asked you to stay after class. 

Joshua packs up his stuff, saying goodbye to you with the promise of getting together for clothes shopping in a week or two. Professor Varon makes his way to your seat next to the big window once everyone is out. 

“So, how was the process?”

“The what?” You look up at him, his eyes still on the painting. “Oh. Uh, shit? Yesterday after I left I went to our shared studio for the first time…” 

How was that only yesterday?

“And how’d that go? Being in a place you used to spend a lot of time with him in?”

“Horribly?” You let out an exasperated laugh, “I went in his room, had a panic attack, made a horrible decision, woke up, sat in his room talking to nothing, and then finished the painting.” He gives it a beat of silence before he smiles. 

“So it sounds like it went pretty well.” You both laugh as you slowly put your stuff away.

“I guess so. It felt good painting…I just kinda zoned out for a few hours, and when I came back, it was done more or less.” 

“And what about the colors?”

“Joshua said there was green in it. I can kind of see purple, and I think there’s yellow. But I’ve decided to stop straining to see it.” 

“That’s a good idea,” he smiles at you, “just keep painting, y/n. You’ll see it again.”

“Thank you…I’m trying.” 

“That’s all you can do sometimes.” He shrugs, walking back to his desk as you put the canvases back in your tote. “And put that one in your showcase. Everyone should see it.”

Hope you enjoyed it, let me know what you think, any ideas on where it’s going or any questions. The next chapter is Ryujin’s POV and oh boy is that not gonna be fun to write. 😖

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Tangy (Sour pt 3)

Summary: After another party, the rumor has spread of you and Mingi’s... breakup. What happens when certain people want to make amends? What happens when some want more than that?

Genre: Angst, fluff

WC: 2.4k

Pairings: song mingi x afab!reader, jung wooyoung x afab!reader

Warnings: Mingi is incredibly toxic, minor slutshaming but really minor, swearing, Wooyoung stops bad shit from happening, mentions of alcohol, hurt w/ comfort this time!

Note: I’m really glad you guys are liking this series! Originally it was supposed to be one part, but I was feeling just a bit silly and now there’s gonna be one or two more after this. I hope you guys enjoy!!

ALL PARTS: pt 1: Sour | pt 2: Bittersweet | pt 3: Tangy | true ending | alt ending

~~~~

It’s Friday night, and the air is cooler than any of you had expected. Quite unfortunate for the should’ve-been-backyard party at Sigma Zeta Tau. You find yourself huddled in the corner of the large living room, a cup of something clutched tightly in your hand and hugged to your chest. You can’t help the discomfort you feel, alone in a crowded room with none of your friends in sight. It feels like there’s nowhere for you to run off to, feels like there’s no room to breathe even though there’s no one near you at the moment. 

The air becomes stuffy as soon as you hear a high-pitched laugh from somewhere across the room. You know it’s Wooyoung, likely already drunk. You can see them by the table lined with drinks, talking and laughing as if nothing ever happened. Maybe Wooyoung lied to you. Maybe they didn’t miss you as much as he said they did. Maybe you should leave.

The hand holding your drink tightens, and your knuckles become white. There’s no way Ryujin didn’t know they’d be here. There’s no way they didn’t know you were here.

Had you looked closer, had you been closer, you would’ve seen the exhaustion in their eyes, weighing on their bones. You would’ve seen that Wooyoung had forced the laugh when Vernon made a joke about how you arrived without them for once, thus informing them that you were somewhere in the building. You would’ve seen Mingi scanning the room to find you, failing as you’d managed to hide yourself from the blinding lights the thirteen frat boys had set up hours earlier. 

Whispers are beginning to spread like wildfire. 

They came separately?

Do you think something happened?

I heard he was only using her to win a bet.

Seriously? That’s so cruel…poor girl.

You tuck your head to your chest, ignoring the stares and comments, and take a small sip of the tangy drink in your hand. 

“You’re here?” Your eyes flick up and you find Wooyoung right in front of you, hand clutching a similar cup to your own. Dread begins to build in the pit of your stomach now that he’s right in front of you. 

“Wooyoung,” you nod curtly and he takes a deep breath in. 

“He hasn’t found you yet,” he shuffles a bit in his spot and tries to look anywhere but at you. 

“And how did you find me?” Wooyoung smiles awkwardly.

“You’ve always had a habit of hiding in dark corners.” You nod, and he becomes silent. The music is pounding in your ears, creating a dull ache and a ringing that won’t dissipate. “Can we…” His voice is barely audible, and you look at him. His eyes waver, and under the purple glow, you can see a bit of a shine in them. “Can we go somewhere and talk?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Wooyoung,” you shake your head and he squeezes his eyes shut. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t.” He says sharply. Your body jerks, and he’s quick to continue speaking. “Don’t apologize. You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for and you know that.” 

“Woo…” He smiles at you, a bitter smile that has guilt settling into the pit of your stomach. He turns to walk away from you, and your body moves to grab his wrist before he can go too far. “Tuesday.”

A hopeful glint in his eye and you run your tongue over your lips. 

“We’ll talk on Tuesday. The cafe by my dorm after our classes.” 

Don’t make me regret this.

~

“What are you playing at, Wooyoung?” Seonghwa has the younger boy cornered in the party. Wooyoung simply shrugs and sips at the tangy drink he’d been served. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Talking to Y/N, not telling us you’ve been going to her dorm?” Seonghwa’s glare is scathing, and Wooyoung bites the inside of his cheek. “You know what Mingi’s planning to do. Don’t ruin this for him.” 

A pit of rage is forming in Wooyoung’s stomach, and it’s about to boil over. Don’t ruin this for him? Mingi was the one at fault, not him. Why should he step back from trying to get his friend’s trust back? Why should he not try to fix something that shouldn’t have been broken in the first place?

“Don’t pull this bullshit with me, Seonghwa.” He spits out. “All I’m doing is fixing what Mingi fucked up. If he had just told her—”

“Don’t forget that you’re the one who thought of the bet.” Seonghwa hisses. “Did you tell her that? That it was your idea in the first place?”

“Well…no, but I’m—”

“Wooyoung, just leave it be.” The older boy runs a hand down his face. “Mingi wants to fix it on his own terms. At his own pace.”

“And I’m fixing my shit on my terms!” Wooyoung exclaims. “He isn’t the only one she needs to forgive!” 

Seonghwa blinks, and then his eyes narrow. Wooyoung swallows, nerves beginning to take over him.

“Why are you doing this, Wooyoung? Why are you trying to screw things up again?” 

Truth be told, the younger boy doesn’t know. He doesn’t know why he’s so desperate to have you back in his life, whether or not you’re with Mingi. There’s just been this…ache in his chest, like something is missing ever since he told you the truth (even if he’d been drunk at the time). He doesn’t know if he’s doing it more for Mingi’s sake or for his own.

“I’m not trying to screw things up,” Wooyoung sighs. “I just want her back in our lives. If she’s not with Mingi, fine. That’s good enough for me. If she is, that’s even better. I just…” 

When he trails off, there’s a look of sympathy in Seonghwa’s eyes. There’s no more anger, no more scrutinizing glare or judgement. 

“We miss her too, Woo.” Seonghwa puts a hand on Wooyoung’s shoulder and pulls him into a half hug. “Just…if you think this is the right thing to do, then do it. And if you can get Jongho in on this, that’d be awesome because he’s making our room absolutely reek of sweat.”

“It isn’t like you’ve been cleaning anyway.”

“I hate you.”

“I know.”

~

Tuesday morning, and you decide it’s finally time to show your face to your shared classes. You know that by now the word has spread that you and Mingi aren’t together anymore. There are rumors as to why. He cheated, you cheated, rumors of the bet, you two got sick of each other, so on and so forth. No solid truth, although you know there will be those that want to pry. 

You have three classes today. The first is the one you share with Jongho. The next you share with just Mingi. After that you have one shared with Ryujin, Yuna, and Yeji, as well Seonghwa, Hongjoong, and Yeosang.

Your first class is at 8AM. You dread it, simply put. You dread everything about the class from the time to the people to the professor. As expected, the whispers and the stares begin the moment you step foot in the lecture hall. You feel the heat rushing to your face, and then feel it draining as you try to figure out where in the room you should sit. The room is mostly empty, as there’s twenty minutes until your class starts, but you can’t help but try and figure out which place will create the least staring. 

And then you see Jongho. He sits at the back of the hall, staring around the room with a scowl prominent on his face. Whether it’s because of you, or because of the way people are looking at you, or something unrelated, you aren’t exactly sure. What you are sure of, is that you’re grateful for the wave he sends for you to go up to him. 

She’s still gonna sit with Mingi’s friends?

I wonder if Mingi was the problem.

Maybe the bet was a lie?

Maybe she’s just a slut, going after each of his friends and that’s why he broke up with her.

Jongho’s lip curls up into a sneer and the whispers stop. The eyes turn away from you, chairs swivelling to face forward once more. You place your bag down on a chair, and take a seat next to the younger boy. Neither of you say anything and neither of you look at each other for a long while. 

“I’m sorry,” he mutters to you, eyes foreward and watching your professor drone on. “If it’s any consolation to you.” 

You don’t respond, but your pencil stops moving, tapping on the lined paper in front of you while you think.

“I’m not asking you to forgive me,” he continues. “Or any of us. I just want you to know that I am sorry.” 

Your pencil begins to move again, this time on one of the sticky notes you have beside you.

It’s okay.

~

You’re terrified of your next class. Terrified to see Mingi again, to see his face and how he reacts to you being there. Will he be happy to see you? Will he hate you now, after shutting the door in his face and hiding from him at the party? Your hands are shaking, and you can’t make them stop. 

The whispers start, and you dart to the back of the lecture hall again. Mingi watches you as you try to hide yourself from everyone, and you do your best to avoid him. There’s a small look of hope on his face, a glimmer in his eye that falls as soon as you sit down and duck your head out of his view.

The fiery haired boy twirls the pen in his hand, his heart wrenching when you wouldn’t even look in his direction. He thought, or he hoped, that you’d at least look at him or smile or something after your interaction the past week. Maybe give him a little bit of mercy, show him that you at least still cared about him, but you didn’t. 

His jaw clenches and he looks away from you. 

After class.

He’ll talk to you then, whether you want to or not.

~

“Y/N!” Your gut wrenches, and you rush to put your stuff in your bag and get out of the room before Mingi can catch you. “Y/N, hey!” You’re moving faster, trying to get to the door, but he catches you by the wrist and spins you to face him. You keep your head down, avoiding his gaze even when he ducks his body and tries to get you to look at him. 

“Please let me go.” Your voice is small, a weak request that causes Mingi to inhale sharply. 

“Not until you talk to me.” He insists, his grip on your wrist tightening. A dull throb begins under his fingers and you feel tears welling up in your eyes. 

“I don’t want to talk to you, Song Mingi.”

“You’re using my full name now?” You look up, frowning. His eyebrows are furrowed together, his lips pursed together. “I thought we were past that by now.” 

A joke. A sick joke. That’s what this has to be, right? There’s no way he thinks you’ll be willing to talk to him or be friendly with him after what he did. 

“You thought wrong, then.” Your voice shakes more than you’d like it to, but you keep talking and forcing your tears back. “You should rethink everything you know about me, Song Mingi, if you think I’d still want to be friendly with you, that I’d still want to be seen talking with you after what you did.” His grip tightens, and you flinch. 

“Y/N, I know you still care about us. About me. So please, let’s just talk about it? We can talk and we can put it behind us, and we can continue where we left off!” 

Your wrist is aching, throbbing. He’s holding on so tight that it hurts, and he isn’t letting go. 

You’re scared.

“Mingi, let her go.” Your ex-lover’s hand is ripped off of you, and Wooyoung is standing between the two of you. He’s angry, angrier than you’ve ever seen him, and his hand is shaking from a much different emotion than yours had. He’s forcing himself to not hit the man before you. 

“What are you doing here, Woo?” Mingi’s teeth are grinding together, and he pulls his hand free from the smaller boy’s grasp.

“Well, see,” Wooyoung steps closer to you and blocks you from Mingi’s view. “I was just passing by, heading to our class, y’know? And I heard a little bit of an argument so, being nosy, I thought I’d see what was going on. Imagine my surprise when I see you cornering your ex against her will and forcing her to talk to you and hurting her while doing so.” 

“Woo, stay out of it. Please?” You tug on his shirt and he glances at you over his shoulder. 

“No. Even if we all didn’t have history, I would still step in because that’s not fuckin okay, Mingi.”

Mingi’s jaw ticks, and you duck your head down. 

“So you’ve forgiven him, but not me?”

“She hasn’t forgiven anyone, Mingi.” Wooyoung snaps. “After what we did to her? You really expect her to forgive us after a fucking week? You’re out of your goddamn mind.” A deep breath, his hands tightening at his sides. You can’t help the awestruck look you give him. 

Before everything happened, the two of you hadn’t been the closest of everyone in the group. Of course, you were friends and you always cared about each other and things were never tense if you were alone together, but there had always been something that made him keep his distance. You know now why that is. And you know that, even if he wasn’t your best friend, he’s one of few that would actively try to fix a problem he caused. 

“I’m here,” he tries to keep his voice steady. “Because I care about something other than getting my dick wet. I care about my friend. I care about fixing something that was entirely my fault to begin with. And if you can’t get your head out of your ass for two seconds to see that she wasn’t just someone for you to fuck whenever you want, then maybe she shouldn’t give you the second chance you’re so desperate for.”

~

“You didn’t have to say that.”

“Yes I did.” 

Wooyoung is already looking at you when you lift your eyes from your notes. There’s a smile on his face. Not overly bright and overly joyous. He isn’t forcing himself to be happy. He’s genuine, he’s happy to be near you and with you. You smile back, looking back at your notebook. You know that the others are looking at you. You know that Ryujin is watching the interaction from the row behind you, waiting for Wooyoung to make one wrong move. 

“He was hurting you, Y/N. It’s like I said, even if we didn’t know each other I’d still step in. What he did to you isn’t okay, and he’s lucky I didn’t clock him.”

“I’m pretty sure he’d kick your ass if you tried.” Behind you, you hear a snort and Wooyoung scoffs. 

“He would not. I’m stronger than I look.”

“Oh, I’m sure you are, Woo.” 

“Whose side are you even on?”

“Mine. The victim. You know, the one you guys placed a bet on.” Wooyoung goes quiet, sinking in his seat. You bite your lip, beating yourself up for bringing it up again. You’d meant it jokingly, but you know now that it’s a bit too soon for those jokes. 

“I am sorry, Y/N.”

“I know, Woo.” He looks at you again and you’re leaning back in your chair, looking ahead to the professor. “And I forgive you.”

“So soon?” 

“You’re putting effort in,” you shrug. “And even if I don’t fully trust you yet, I know that you at least care and that’s good enough for me. You and Jongho are the only one’s who actively reached out to me, showed that you at least kind of cared.”

“Not even Yunho?”

“Haven’t seen him yet. Haven’t seen any of the other guys, really.”

“San says he wants to go to lunch with you soon. He wanted to text you, but you still have our numbers blocked.” You purse your lips and hum quietly. “He’s willing to wait, though. Until you’re ready.”

“We can go today. After this class, because I know he’s free after 2:15.”

“I’ll let him know now.”

~

“He groveled?” Ryujin falls forward, chest heaving from laughter when you tell her the events of the afternoon with San and Wooyoung. “You have to be kidding!”

“I fucking wish!” You exclaim. “It was so embarrassing, Ryujin! He literally got on his knees and started kissing my shoes!”

That was the truth. As soon as the three of you had sat down at the diner downtown San had gotten onto his hands and knees and started begging you for forgiveness, kissing your shoes and genuinely crying as he did so. Wooyoung had nearly wet himself when he saw that, and you wanted to sink into the ground when people turned to stare at the three of you.

“Oh my god, that’s hilarious.” Ryujin leans herself back onto her hands, still on the floor of your dorm room. “I’m assuming you forgave him?”

“What else was I supposed to do when he did…that?”

“Fair point.” 

“What about the others?” You shrug and purse your lips.

“I…I don’t know, to be honest. I haven’t heard from them. Haven’t spoken to them. I know that Woo is avoiding Mingi, so that’s gonna cause some tension.”

“Is that what you want?”

“For them to take sides?”

“For Woo to choose you over his best friend.”

“Not necessarily. It’s weird, honestly. He…he never would have done this a week ago.” Ryujin runs her tongue over her lips and hums. “What?”

“Nothing. Just…Maybe he cares about you more than he was letting on.” You scoff and shake your head. 

“You think Wooyoung has a crush on me or something?” 

“I mean…”

“Ryujin, that’s crazy.”

“Think about it though!” She jumps to her feet, pacing around the tiny room you share. You frown and lean back in the chair by your desk. “This would be the perfect opportunity for him to actually get close to you! To show you that he’s the one you should be with! But, like, not in a creepy way. In a genuine way.”

~

“You have a WHAT on Y/N?” San’s jaw practically drops to the floor when he hears what his roommate says. Wooyoung has his head in his hands, legs drawn up onto the bed. 

“Can you shut up? What if the others hear you?” Wooyoung groans. 

“I’m sorry, I’m just…in fucking shock I guess.” San pinches his nose and sighs. “When did you figure this out?”

“A few months ago…”

“Oh fucking christ, Woo.”

“I know.”

“You know this is just gonna make things messy, right?” 

“I know.”

“And if Mingi finds out—”

“Jesus— San, I know.” The two seniors sit in silence, contemplating what they’ve been saying to each other. 

“So are you gonna tell her or…”

“Oh my god shut the fuck up.”

~

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I tried tagging some people but it wasn’t working so if I missed you I’m so sorry!

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(I used some incorrect quotes.)

Hime: Sorry I’m late, I was doing things.

Sukuna: Hi, I’m ‘things’.

—

Sukuna: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out?

Hime: ...Have you never taken a shower before?

—

Shisui: Wow, Sukuna, you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you.

Sukuna: We literally slept together yesterday.

Shisui: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.

Ryujin: .....You two did what...?

—

Hime: You look good in that hoodie! You know where else you'd look good?

Sukuna, zero hesitation: Your bed.

Hime, at the same time: By my side- wait, what?

—

Gojo: Are we fighting or flirting?

Hime, furious: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck-

Gojo: Your point?

—

Hime: What are you in the mood for?

Sukuna: World domination.

Hime: That's a bit ambitious.

Sukuna: You are my world.

Hime: Aww...

Sukuna:

Hime:

Sukuna:

Hime: OH.

—

Hime: Come to dinner tonight. I can’t cook, but I’ll bring plenty of free wine.

Sukuna: Marry me.

—

Hime: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.

Megumi: I'll contact the musicians.

Yuji: Perfect, while you guys do that I’ll check on the ring bear.

Hime: ...

Megumi: ...

Hime: You mean ring bearER, right?

Yuji: ...

Megumi: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

—

Hime: Sukuna, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?

Sukuna, naked in Hime's bed: No, I absolutely do not.

Hime, already taking off her clothes: Fuck... Me neither.

—

Sukuna: I want to kiss you.

Shisui, not paying attention: What?

Sukuna: I said if you die, I wont miss you.

—

Hime: Look, last night was a mistake.

Sukuna: A sexy mistake.

Hime: No, just a regular mistake.

—

Shisui: Sukuna and I are no longer friends.

Sukuna: SHISUI THAT IS THE WORST WAY TO TELL PEOPLE THAT WE’RE DATING!

—

Hime when she was stuck in the hot springs: Go fuck yourself!

Sukuna, smugly: Sure, but only if you watch.

—

Sukuna: Remember, melons, don't do anything I wouldn't do.

Hime: I think I crossed that line when I got a date.

—

Sukuna: I want to be with you for the rest of my life.

Shisui: Damn, that sounds like a marriage proposal.

Sukuna: ...

—

Hime: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you...

Sukuna: Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, melons.

—

Sukuna: Okay, but what if we went out to eat not as friends this time?

Shisui: AS ENEMIES?!

Sukuna:

—

Hime: We have a problem.

Sukuna: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

—

Hime in Bloodflood chapter 6: What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Sukuna: Wow, you could start with a 'good morning'.

Hime: Good morning. What the fuck is wrong with you?!

—

Hime: Bad things keep happening to me, like I have bad luck or something.

Sukuna: Hime, you don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you is because you're a dumbass.

—

Principal Yaga, going over Sukuna's resume: Okay, so right here, it states that you’re creative.

Sukuna: Yes.

Principal Yaga: Okay... may I know what you create?

Sukuna: Problems.

—

Sukuna: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died-

Hime: Twelve thousand, actually.

Sukuna: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that?

Hime: Yours!

Sukuna: That's right: no one's.

—

Yuji: Okay, help me please!

Sukuna: Got two words for you.

Yuji: I bet they won't be helpful.

Sukuna: Your problem.

Yuji: I was right.

—

Shisui: Junichiro and I got married!!

Sukuna: Don't share your personal problems with everyone.

Hime: We have a problem. Sukuna: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

this is so funny cuz in bloodflood, he's literally gonna be the cause for 90% of her problems 😭

[maiverie]

triage — ft. lee heeseung (chapter III)

you try to teach the nerd how to date.

synopsis: heeseung is not, by any measure, date-able. he’s dorky, he’s nerdy, and he does this weird thing where he snorts loudly every time he laughs. in fact, he loves everything that normal people are allergic to — computer science, collecting rare comic books, and birdwatching on the weekend.

given that you two have obviously nothing in common, you find yourself utterly flabbergasted when you receive a letter in your locker, on which heeseung has written, "hi. will you please teach me how to date?"

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chapter three

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the first time someone had ever given you butterflies, you must have been nine. at that age, you were deathly afraid of boys, and yet one of them had held your hand tightly underneath the teacher’s desk during a game of hide and seek. 

the physical contact alone had made your stomach twist into a knot, though the proximity between your breaths was what had made your heart thrash inside your chest. 

the second time, you were fourteen and on your very first date. you were at the cinemas, attempting to concentrate on the latest release when he’d leaned into your ear and told you that you looked pretty. he was right — you did look pretty, but that was something you could hardly concentrate on given how nervous you were. 

you could only think about how hot his breath was; that it tickled the sensitive skin of your ear; that when you turned your face toward his, he’d gaze at your lips and every inch of your skin felt ablaze. 

for many years, you collected your firsts, seconds, thirds and fourths, until they eventually fizzled into an ambiguous cloud of experiences; a hazy miscellany that no longer held meaning. now that you’ve gone on countless dates and have had far too many boyfriends and flings to remember, it’s hard to recall the last time anyone has ever given you butterflies.

it’s been so long since your stomach churned and slushed and you felt your heart pound out your ears; it’s been so long since you’ve last felt something. 

‘okay, miss sunset! ^_^’

well, maybe until now. 

“dude, fine. i’m sorry, okay? you can quit giving me the cold shoulder.”

ryujin’s words might only be a low whisper inside the main hall during a school assembly, but they sound more like a kiss in the rain. you smirk triumphantly, eyes trained ahead as your headmaster lectures you and the rest of the student body about some new vandalism discovered in the boy’s toilets. 

“... such behaviour will not be tolerated! we ask that the perpetrators step forward and…”

ryujin audibly groans from your silence. “are you even listening to me?”

“not really,” you reply dryly.

“oh c’mon!” she moans louder, aggrieved by your cold response. she squirms in her chair and pouts at you. “i’m sorry, okay? i won't do it again. i swear, i—”

“girls, shhh!” a passing teacher glares at you both, hovering a finger over his lips. you cast him a curt look, waiting for his exit before turning your head back to ryujin.

you compress your lips into a line, recalling all the jokes about heeseung they had piled on during lunch. 

“they were just jokes; we didn’t mean them.” she insists. “you know us! we joke around all the time.” the ends of her lips dip into a frown. “but that’s beside the point. they were mean and uncalled for and i’m sorry. can we please be friends again?” 

can we please be friends again? after the lunch incident, you’ve been cold and distant. it’s only been around two days since then, though interestingly your silence is what makes her apologise — not guilt or repentance, just the inconvenience of not having your friendship. 

then again, she’s right. they do joke all the time, though it’s not just about heeseung — it’s also about the “weird” girl with a stutter in taehyun’s chemistry class; it’s about the new transfer kid and his ugly shoes; and it’s about soobin’s pathetic teacher and the fact that he has two jobs to make ends meet. their jokes are not new and certainly not exclusive to heeseung — they’ll tear anybody down if provided the opportunity.

and perhaps this is why you’re mad — not just because your friends are mean people, but if the old adage “birds of a feather flock together” rings true — then what does this say about you? 

is their behaviour a reflection of who you are?

and if so, how are you any better than ryujin or taehyun?

“look, i’m not in the mood for this.” you hiss, peeling ryujin’s grip off you. “besides, don’t say sorry to me; say sorry to lee heeseung.” 

“since when did you care so much about that kid?” ryujin scoffs, offended by your response. “you didn’t even know who he was a few days ago and now you’re suddenly acting like his fucking mother.” 

you bite the inside of your cheeks, feeling a prick of annoyance. truthfully, it takes a lot of willpower not to beat her ass into the ground, as admittedly that’s your usual way of fixing things. you’re normally the type to communicate with your hands, or at least with venomous words. 

instead, you unclench your fists and scoff at her. “you don’t sound very apologetic.”

“because there’s literally nothing to apologise for.” she finally seethes. “shit, dude, who do you think you are? mother fucking teresa? let it go already.”

unbelievable, you think. after all her apologies two seconds ago. “you know what? fuck you.” you narrow your eyes at her, feeling anger vibrate off every edge of your body.

“excuse me?” she sneers. ryujin is livid. she scoffs, eyes widening in mixture of shock and anger.

“yeah, fuck you.” you roll your eyes, no longer able to disguise your utter disdain. “you’re pissing me off. stop begging me to look at you when you’re not even sorry or you don’t see the issue.”

“are you fucking kidding me?” ryujin snaps. “you literally ignored me for two days and now you’ve got a stick up your ass?” she gapes at you with sheer disbelief before finally snapping. “nah, honestly fuck you too. we’re done.”

.

.

.

you’ve honestly seen better days than this one.

following your fight with ryujin, classes with her as your permanent seatmate have been torturous. in fact, the heightened tensions were so great that even your teachers had begun to notice.

there were many other benefactors contributing to your horrible day — you’d discovered a rotten banana you’d accidentally left inside your locker; taehyun asked to borrow fifty dollars and got pissed when you said no; and this.

this — the cherry on top.

sim jaeyun, that conceited piece of shit! 

you angrily stomp your way down the cement paveway, furious from the phone call you had just exchanged with your older brother. 

“no. you need to learn from your own consequences.” 

“yes. i learned. i learned that my brother is an inconsiderate asshole that blows shit way out of proportion!”

“whatever, dude. i’m not picking you up. just walk home! it’s not even that far. or get your so-called bestie ryujin to drive you!” 

“but—”

“laters!”

for fuck’s sake. 

maybe he’s not wrong — a thirty-minute walk home is certainly doable, though you’re mostly enraged by his attitude. given that he’s been expressing his disapproval for your friends for as long as you can remember (though you’d rather die than admit that he was right about them), he’s obviously still angry at you for going out drinking with ryujin that time a few nights ago. who was he to think he could micromanage your life and punish you when it didn’t go his way?

now that you and ryujin aren’t on the best terms currently, you’ve been left to walk home.

grumpily, you fasten your handbag around your arm and heave a hefty sigh before trodding along your way. at this time of year, you’re far into your favourite season, spring. as you walk, you eye the flourishing spring blossoms and the leaves they pepper across the cement.

and from this activity, you’re able to drown out the time. ten minutes pass while you silently make your way home, though the sound of a bell ringing garners your attention.

you freeze in your tracks, realising somebody is behind you.

that’s when you throw your head over your shoulder.

what—

you screech to a halt. lee heeseung? on a bike?

you blink rapidly, waiting as he speedily approaches you on his bicycle. he greets you with a toothy grin and crescent eyes, something so contagious you feel your soiled mood brighten just a little bit.

“hi!” he beams, slowing to an eventual halt. you blink at him, shuffling back so that he has enough space to climb off his bike.

“heeseung? hey,” you reply coolly. “what… what are you doing here?” you merely blink, swivelling your head around in an attempt to see if he brought company. as he appears to have come alone, you continue the conversation without restraints. “also, nice bike.”

heeseung smiles again when your eyes meet, causing heat to creep up your cheeks while memories flood back into your mind. miss sunset, video games, and bowties are all you can think about. well, that and the fact that his helmet looks far too big on his small face. and also, he’s literally the only person you know that actually wears knee and elbow pads when he rides a bike.

“oh, well this is my usual route home!” heeseung brushes the hair away from his face, wiping sweat with the back of his hand. “and thank you, it’s my mom’s.” 

“i can see that.” you stifle a laugh, noticing the hand-painted yellow daisies along the skeleton of the pink bike. on top of that, there are pink streamers pouring out from the handles. “it’s pretty,” you comment honestly. in times like these, you admire heeseung — ironically enough, he’s not one to care about how others perceive him. it’s courageous, you think.

“do you need a ride home?” heeseung offers kindly, lips curling into a cute smile. “on my mom’s pretty bike?” he rings the bell on the handle once more, eliciting a slight chortle from you. dork. he’s a whole dork. “i’d offer a car, but mom needed it today.”

“hm,” you smirk playfully. “don’t worry, i think bicycles are much sexier.”

“r-really?” his eyes brighten, before the light in them quickly dims. “oh.” his lips sink with disappointment. “are you being sarcastic?”

you start to chuckle, amused by his reaction. once again, you are marvelled by his unique, natural charisma. he’s a lot easier going than one would think; he’s always been open and welcoming with you, and if anyone put in the effort, you’re sure they’d think the same way. 

you smile at him. “a ride would be lovely, thank you.”

he immediately brightens from your response. “c-cool,” he quickly nods, playing off his excitement so nicely you wouldn’t have noticed if you hadn’t seen his lips tremble. “a-actually, i… i wanted to offer one before but then i realised i only had one helmet and it was… well, it was on my head. so i went back to the store to buy one. i hope this colour is okay.”

you blink.

huh?

he quickly scrambles for his backpack, which you now notice is visibly pregnant. when he unzips it, he extracts a matte, baby pink helmet from inside.

“y-you bought that?” you openly gawk at him. “what? why?” you ask, horrified by the inconvenience.

“motor vehicle accidents aren’t a joke.” his lips descend into a serious frown. he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, signalling the commencement of his professor-serious-nerd mode. “they’re among one of the leading causes of mortality and morbidity across the world.”

“wow,” you snort. “you act like you’re going to start drifting on your bicycle or some shit.”

his brows furrow, unimpressed by your sarcasm. “we could get hit by a car! you could get a brain injury, or a spinal cord injury, or a compound fracture!”

“oh no,” you remark sarcastically again. “that’s, like, so much worse than a normal fracture!”

his pout digs into his features. “i’m serious!” he whines while holding out the helmet for you to take.

you chortle, already feeling your mood lift. it’s truly amazing how easily good company can assuage one’s bad mood. “heeseung, i think i’ll be fine. you should return it; save your money.” you gently push the helmet back to him.

he huffs in annoyance, though you retaliate with a calm smile.

you open your mouth to eject another satirical remark, except he steps toward you and gently places the helmet over your head. you freeze from the sudden action, feeling his warm hands rub against your chin as he fastens the clip beneath it.

“just in case.” he whispers, ensuring it fits snugly on your head. after your heart stops, you feel it restart and begin to pound recklessly. “there are some elbow and knee pads in my backpack too.”

second. that was the second time heeseung has ever made your heart flutter, and the worst part might just be the fact that he has no clue.

you gulp, feeling the heat begin to branch up to the tip of your ears. you’re too utterly speechless to say anything, so you merely blink and nod quickly. you watch with a held breath as heeseung straps your joint pads on you. this is hardly a task that requires the two of you, but you nevertheless allow him to do this.

when he’s finished, heeseung swings his leg over his bike and pats his hand on the rear rack, which you assume is your seat. 

“oh, uh, th-thanks,” you mumble, forcing yourself to snap out of your daze. you plant yourself onto your seat, feet resting on the chain stays on each side of the wheels. slowly, you snake your hands around heeseung’s waist, pulling the two of you close. 

he instantly stiffens from your action, but you nevertheless allow yourself this simple joy — because while most boys liked to impress you with their big, impressive motorcycles and cool tattoos, heeseung offers you a simple ride home in his mom’s pretty bike; and somehow, the latter is more than what you need right now.

click!

“d-do we really have to do this?”

you purse your lips, ignoring heeseung’s question. instead, you lower your phone screen and examine the photos you’ve just captured, channelling special attention to the quality of the lighting and backdrop. 

what you’re searching for is cohesion — the cohesion of colours, to be specific. after all, the key to taking any good picture is an aesthetically pleasing blend and placement of colours and objects. 

“you look a little uncomfortable, heeseung.” you mumble, swiping through your collection, only to take notice of the awkward expression on his face. it’s plastered onto every single picture you’ve taken, though honestly, awkward is a severe understatement. 

in truth, he looks… fucking petrified. 

god, he’s staring into the camera with such terror encased in his eyes that he seriously looks like you’re about to eat him. or like you’re holding him at gunpoint. or like you’ve kidnapped him and are threatening to cut off all his toes to sell them for cash.

maybe he hasn’t warmed up to the camera just yet, you try to tell yourself. it’s been almost two hours since you randomly rocked up at his doorstep this saturday morning and dragged him out to visit the most picturesque cafe you know — belle epoque; a well-adorned, popular french-inspired indoor garden cafe.

at this hour, the cafe is bustling and absurdly busy, however you’re determined to untangle your next dating lesson. 

HOW TO DATE — LESSON 2: create an attractive, confident image for yourself and never break character. like, ever.

“i… i’m not very good at taking photos.” he shyly admits, squirming as he nervously adjusts the black denim jacket he looks quite dashing in. there’s a reason why you had picked it out for him — it’s ridiculously flattering on his build; it accentuates the width of his shoulders and length of his chest. and, paired with dark ripped jeans, exudes a handsome, striking bad boy image he’s obviously not used to projecting. 

nevertheless, you’ve come here with a mission, and with the new instagram account that you’re setting up for heeseung, he’s going to have to get used to it. 

“i’m the one taking the photo, all you have to do is sit there and look pretty.”

“but…” he scratches his scalp with a finger. “i don’t know how to do that.”

“confidence, heeseung. it’s about confidence.” you iterate, swirling your straw around your iced latte as you return his stare. “you need to sit there and be confident. make this cafe your bitch.”

“my… my bitch?” he gapes at you, puzzled by your words.

“yes, your bitch.” you grin, excited by the image reform you’ve prepared for him. surprisingly, he’s pulling off this new look quite well. he looks great — really handsome, actually. the all-black fit makes him look tall and intimidating, and given that he usually has his hair styled downwards and concealing his forehead, you like how it looks partially styled back. earlier, you had even taken the liberty to use gel to style a few of the front pieces.

heeseung nods slowly at your words, seemingly taking his time to absorb the meaning of them. “o-okay.” he mumbles, nodding more rapidly to himself. “confidence. right. it’s about confidence.”

“yes.” you smirk, sipping from your cup. heeseung mirrors your action, lifting his iced tea to his lips. “so basically you can either sit there looking like you have a twenty-inch dick or you can stay looking submissive and breedable. which one is it that you want?”

heeseung instantly spurts out his iced tea and splutters everywhere, completely taken aback by your vulgarity. you stare at the mess he makes across the table and grimace, while he begins to profusely apologise for his mishap.

“s-sorry!” he squeaks in embarrassment, face turning ablaze as he rushes to wipe up his tea. “i-i was just surprised—”

you can’t help it.

you burst out into wicked laughter now, doubling over in your seat as you clutch your stomach. heeseung frowns at you at first, though soon he begins to slowly laugh with you, until you’re both two giggling maniacs inside one of the busiest cafes in town.

within a week, your friendship with heeseung blossoms.

soon, your interactions extend far beyond intermittent interactions. eventually, you’re texting him at night. then mornings. afternoons. weekends. you distance yourself from the rest of your social circle and spend your lunch recess with him at the community garden. there, you let him ramble on about his favourite bird species and all the behavioural observations he’s collected about the cute ones you recognise. you stifle giggles during class while he floods your inbox with ridiculously dumb chemistry memes. he’ll turn his head over his shoulder and you’ll sneak small smiles at each other, just for the teacher to scold him to turn back around. you complain about your least favourite classes and he’ll draw little comic strips in your notebooks so that they can keep your entertained. you steal his glasses as a joke and lovingly tease him for how strong his prescription is. you divulge all your favourite hairstylists (the ones you swore to gatekeep) and craft him pinterest boards for fashion inspiration. you drag him around the shopping mall despite his whiny protests. he takes you to gaming cafes and libraries and introduces you to all his beloved librarian aunties.

there’s a point where he becomes the only friend you have, and you forget the late nights partying and smoking. soon, you break records you never thought could be wavered — in fact, you shatter your past favourites and replace them with new ones — smiles you thought could not be wider; laughs you thought could not be louder; photos you thought could not look more lovable.

and he’s also the first friend you’ve spoken about to your parents.

“he’s so cool. you can literally ask him anything and he’ll be able to tell you all about it. he’s literally like a walking wikipedia, it’s insane.”

“mm. really?”

“yep!” you shove a piece of watermelon into your mouth and grin while seated at the kitchen counter. “he’s so smart. one time i literally asked him if he knew anything about sustainable agriculture and he went into an hour-long rant. honestly i didn’t know what the fuck he was saying but it was pretty cool he had anything to say in the first place.”

your mother wrinkles her nose when she laughs. “yes, dear. you told me that already.” 

“did i tell you that he’s the top student in our school?”

she stifles another laugh. “yes, that too.”

“oh! right. yes. first date tips!” you lower the ice cream cone in your hand and turn toward heeseung. he blinks at you from across the park bench while timidly licking his strawberry cone.

“dress well. smell good. make sure it’s not longer than four hours because fuck that shit. text her afterwards, and if you drop her off, make sure you wait until she goes inside the house before you drive off. oh, and make sure to compliment her. but be sincere; it’s kinda obvious when you compliment somebody and don’t really mean it.”

heeseung bobs his head slowly, quietly absorbing your words. you continue to unload your years’ worth of dating wisdom onto the boy, scouring through archives and archives of learned lessons. 

“unpopular opinion, but i don’t really think cinema dates are all that,” you continue while consuming your delicious treat. “it’s two hours and for what? the two of you to sit there in silence? big whoop.”

“hm…” heeseung taps his lips thoughtfully. “so you prefer talkative dates? like, um… sitting and chatting?” he smiles expectantly at you, a hopeful glint in his eyes, though you quickly distinguish that light the instant he sees your smile fall.

you cringe. “oh god no.”

his smile falters. “n-no?” his eyes round with surprise.

“hell nah,” you shudder. “do you know how insufferable that is? especially when all the guy talks about is gymming. like, bitch, why are you regurgitating the nutritional information of protein powder? do i look like john cena to you?” 

heeseung giggles from your joke, causing you to smile softly. 

perhaps you are utterly crazy for thinking this, but you think the sound of heeseung’s laugh is melodic. and cute. and contagious. and adorably innocent, and lately, it’s been incredibly refreshing being able to see and hear such wholesome things coexist in a world you’ve always regarded cynically. 

truthfully, being around heeseung is almost like a healthy addiction — you’ve been primed for badness all your life that even goodness has begun to feel enticing. though admittedly, you feel a prick of impending doom. are you preparing him for a world that’ll eat him alive? that’ll dim his chandelier eyes and rob his toothy smile and stifle his childish laugh?

you know all about what people want these days. people don’t want romance. they want short-lived highs and pretty trophies to align neatly along a shelf, just to discard when they’ve fulfilled their purpose. 

heeseung is special. you’re never normally wrong about these things. he is kind, and gentle, and in a single word — good. he is everything you’re not used to and everything the world loves to corrupt. after all, he has the power to convince a stony-hearted pessimist that even she is deserving of this friendship. 

“c-can i ask you a question?”

your eyes instantly flutter toward him. you quickly nod your head, watching him with anticipation, though you feel the melted liquid from your icecream begin to reach your fingers. “sure. what’s up?”

heeseung clamps his lips together nervously. you watch as his brows knit together and he scratches the back of one of his ears. as you’ve noticed, that was one of his awkward quirks — he tends to scratch his hair, or his ear, or his nose whenever he felt emotionally unequipped to say whatever it is he wished to. 

“um… well, d-do you want to be, like…”

be…?

“be, um… be my…”

be his…?

“my…”

his…

“date?”

you freeze, feeling the world slow into an eventual halt. his date? your eyes instantly widen, though you’re not quite quick enough with your response. 

“i-i mean, not a real date-date, i meant, like, date to my aunt’s wedding!” he quickly adds, waving his hands around as though he’s attempting to dismiss a misunderstanding. simultaneously, he may be attempting to disperse the tension circulating in the air. “i-it’s just that my cousin got sick over the weekend, and so there’s an empty seat th-that’s already been paid for, and… well… my mom suggested that i, um… that i ask… you.”

oh.

“y-you totally don’t have to!” heeseung squeaks, brushing his hair down to cover his forehead while redness begins to diffuse across his cheeks. he visibly fidgets the more time goes on. “no pressure. it’ll probably be really boring anyway, it’s just that you’re the coolest person i know, and um, okay, i’m so sorry maybe no—”

“i’d love to.” 

there’s silence before he snaps his head up at you. “r-really?”

“yeah,” you slowly smile, nodding with increasing momentum. “sounds super fun. i’ve actually never been to a wedding before.”

heeseung instantly erupts into a wide smile. he beams like sunshine at midday — you smile back, feeling your heart swell with glee as he excitedly grips both your shoulders and lightly shakes you. “r-really?” he exclaims excitedly. “this is going to be so fun! i’ll… i’ll make sure you have lots of fun for your first wedding then!”

you giggle. “yeah, you better take care of me then.”

he nods ecstatically. “i’ve got the perfect bowtie for the occasion!”

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.

though you expect nothing less, the wedding turns out to be a blast. actually, it exceeds your expectations entirely, though you suspect it’s because heeseung truly has made it a priority that you enjoy yourself. 

throughout the hours, there is not a single reason for you to not have fun, especially not with heeseung as your date. he drags you around and introduces you to his extended family, simultaneously spilling all the family secrets and the embarrassing nicknames people have collected over the years. you both go around sneaking food into people’s drinks, giggling childishly about the thought of somebody finding a macaroni at the bottom of a glass of cabernet. 

you sing, you take photos, and you chat for hours though it feels like a quarter of one. neither of you know how to properly ballroom dance, so you end up stepping on each other’s feet and stumbling over one another the entire time, though it’s more funny than anything else.

eventually, as you near the end of the night and heeseung offers you a ride home — a proper car ride home, as he liked to emphasise — you excuse yourself to the bathroom for one final touch-up before concluding one of the most fun nights you’ve had in a while. 

you stand in front of the mirror, staring in awe at your reflection, unable to rid yourself of the most contagious smile you’ve ever worn. it looks like an accessory, given how brightly it dazzles. 

how does he do it?

how does he spread so much goodness?

you smile at yourself through the mirror, rewinding the events of the night. your mind seems to enjoy replaying all the encoded images of heeseung’s expressions in your mind — him grinning, him frustrated by dancing, him embarrassed and mortified when his mother told you about the time he cried for 48 hours when he accidentally stepped on one of his ants from his ant farm.

“i love your dress.” 

you blink, eyes flickering across the mirror, just to notice the girl standing two sinks beside you. you squint, unable to recall when another person had entered the bathroom. as you stare longer, you then realise that it’s his cousin kim minjeong, who is also a student at your school. truthfully, you hadn’t expected they were related at all, though heeseung had sheepishly admitted that she had begged him not to tell anyone anything in fear of her social reputation.

you curtly smile at her in response, though she stares right back at you through the mirror.

“the green really suits your skin tone. was it a coincidence to match with heeseung’s bowtie?”

you smile affectionately, thinking about how adorably surprised he looked when you rocked up in a dress you had specifically matched with his chosen bowtie.

“yeah.” you laugh briefly, amused by the memory. “i thought it’d look cool.”

“it’s hot.” minjeong giggles, reaching into the depths of her purse to extract lipstick from it. while she reapplies the colour onto her lips, she continues to blabber. “by the way, isn’t my cousin such a loser?” she laughs, adjusting how her bangs sit on her forehead. “my friends recently found out that we’re related. fuck, so embarrassing. literally wanted to dig my own grave.”

“why?” you furrow your brows, though you desperately attempt to conceal your disdain.

she snorts. “what do you mean why? he’s a dweeb, duh. but like, i guess at least you’re giving him a little more social cred now that you’re hanging out with him.”

you feel an unpleasant taste in your mouth as you begin to outwardly frown.

“it’s so embarrassing being related to him. you know what my friends said when they found out? they told me his virginity was genetic and that i was going to die alone because they thought it must run in the family. fuck, honestly, i couldn’t even get mad. even taehyun sai—” she freezes when she realises the name she’s just uttered.

you stare at her emotionlessly, understanding the reason for her silence — it was eventually inevitable that the rumours had circulated back to you — minjeong was taehyun’s new girlfriend. sure, you and taehyun had never been dating in the first place, but you were his longest fling to date, and this was a well-known fact in school. 

“um… yeah. nevermind.” she stifles a giggle.

this was the reason why you had been so taken aback that minjeong and heeseung share blood; the girl is intolerable. she could not make it any clearer that she wanted you to know about her and taehyun, though what she probably doesn’t anticipate is that you couldn’t care less about their new relationship. 

“it’s cool.” you shrug nonchalantly. “i really don’t care.”

“wow, you’re so chill.” minjeong smiles, though it edges a smirk. “got any tips?”

“tips?”

“yeah, tips for dating him. tips for making him happy.” 

you already want to throw your head back and project a loud cackle into the sky. is she purposely trying to annoy you? if she weren’t heeseung’s family, you’d have already demolished her, though you practise self-control given that you’re at a family junction. “i don’t know, be hot? that generally makes him pretty happy.” 

her jaw goes slack at your implication while you narrow your eyes. you’ve never been one people dared to pick fights with, so you’re sure to emphasise precisely why. “and another piece of advice, don’t go around bragging about taehyun. he’s a parasite and not a flex, so you’re better off just waving around a sign that says i’m a fucking moron.”

it’s courtesy that you don’t mention the fact that taehyun has been blowing up your phone — in your absence, he’s sent countless text messages and attempted many phone calls. in fact, you were doing minjeong a favour by reminding her that gold-covered shit is still, surprise surprise, shit.

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.

.

the ride home, you decide to stay silent about what had happened with minjeong, though you’re sure heeseung had noticed her storm out of the bathroom. 

instead, you let comfortable silence engulf the two of you while you lean your head against the window and watch your surroundings blur and blend like a speedy movie edit. heeseung drives well and the drive is long, so you even have the opportunity to shut your eyes and capture fragments of sleep. 

when he gently wakes you up and announces the arrival outside your home, you turn your head and slowly seat yourself upward. 

“jeez. sorry i slept,” you grumble, shaking your head as you brush the hair away from your face.

the boy profusely shakes his head. “no worries!” he smiles. “i’m an exceptional driver.”

“evidently. i slept like a baby.”

“yep, you literally had your thumb in your mouth and everything, too.” he jests. you giggle before reaching over your knees to collect your coat and your handbag. 

“in all seriousness, thank you so much for inviting me. i had a really, really great time.” you showcase your best smile, one which you liked to reserve for moments like these.

“s-sure.” he stutters, brushing his hair with his fingers. “thank you for agreeing to come. did i.. um… tell you how pretty you looked?”

“repeatedly.” you bite back a smile when his face falls into a horrified expression.

“oh.” he mumbles, blinking. “o-okay.”

you want to reach over and grab his face. he’s so cute. he’s too cute; he’s so precious and you want to shield him from the world. however, again practising your self-control, you opt for unbuckling your seatbelt and waving at him. “i’ll see you at school.”

“w-wait—”

you halt, a hand hovering over the door handle. “hm?”

“can… can i do something a bit stupid?”

you nod.

“can i…”

hug you?

kiss you?

“consider this my first real date?”

you hold your breath, frozen to your core — you fear that if you move, for even just a fraction of an inch — you will shatter this daydream and be dragged back to reality; one that most accurately mirrors cinderella’s tale.

you’re afraid you’ve struck midnight.

“o-of course.” you whisper, your voice as fragile as glass.

his face is immediately swept up with a bright smile. “dress well, smell good, compliment her, and—” he quickly checks his wristwatch. “a little over four hours, but that’s okay, right?”

“wh-what?” you blink.

“your rules for a good first date. how did i do? did you like it?”

you stare speechlessly, eyes bouncing between each of his, unable to comprehend his words. truthfully, your words are caught in your throat.

“i think your silence is a yes,” he mumbles. “but i also don’t care too much what you think, because i had fun and my date was pretty.”

there that word is again — pretty. his pretty date.

you feel your stomach twist and your heart begin to race, because while you must have convinced yourself that you were far beyond the stage of craving romance — you’re not.

you want it. you want romance. you want this romance, you want the one with the smiles and the giggles and the clumsy ballroom dancing and ice creams at a park and foam moustaches from nice cafes around town. you desperately want this kind of romance, but you want it with heeseung.

because you’ve realised that while you’re a sunset, heeseung is a sunrise. 

the kind of sunrise that rises during dawn; one that touches everything around it with a golden glow and brightens any room to the standards of heaven.

he makes everything around him glow. 

even you.

he makes even you feel like you can glow.

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to be continued.

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[ryuttaeng]

(i couldn't think of which member to center this around so you can pick however you wish)

how about one where the itzy girls are going into a haunted house and the reader is one of the workers there and ends up scaring them so badly that one of the members punch the reader making them bleed, and they are apologising endlessy then reader takes off their mask and the member is just flustered by their beauty and is speechless and you can decide how it ends

pairing: ryujin x female!reader

summary: girls on halloween decided to go to haunted house, as they missed previous halloween. as they almost were at the end of that haunted house, they hoped that no actors here will scare them, but you had other plans. as you stood right there, your face was covered with the mask, you jumped out of corner, scaring all of the girls.

warnings: blood, nose bleeding, please do not read if sensitive/uncomfortable with such themes!

genre: fluff

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Chaeryeong’s death grip on Yeji’s hand, as younger buried her face, hiding behind her unnie. They were already so close to the end of this house, but it felt like eternity, while those haunted house’s actors scared them endlessly, like they wouldn’t let them escape that place without getting a heart attack.

Ryujin was leading her members through this place, as they said she was the bravest person among them. Although she thought it wouldn’t be scary at all, she twitched at every movement she could see in the corner of her eye. Lia with Yuna were screaming at everything they could see, even if it was just someone’s shadow.

As an actress in haunted house, you already knew every possible scenarios that could happen with you and visitor, could it be them falling down, screaming or they trying to punch you. Mentally, you were prepared for any scenario coming, not sure if you need to scare those girls who were coming to you. Deciding to jumpscare them, you put your mask on, positioning yourself.

Ryujin could see the door, probably leading them out of this place, and she sighed with relief. “See? We’re already at the—“ she couldn’t finish her sentence, as another actor jumpscared them, jumping out of nowhere. Her, too good, reaction lead Ryujin punching you in the face, unfortunately right in your nose. Instead of screaming, other girls yelled at her, already scolding her for her behaviour.

“Ryujin-ah!”

“No!”

Too late to react, you curled up in pain, covering your face. Ryujin gasped at her actions, immediately starting to apologise endlessly. “O-Oh my- I’m so sorry! I didn’t meant to… Are you ok? Oh my god…” you felt something warm going down on your lips, as you felt metallic taste in your mouth. Not responding to her questions, you silently stood up, removing the mask from your face.

Oh hell no… Ryujin tried to help haunted house actor, asking them questions, but they wouldn’t answer. Usually, they should be prepared for this kind of scenario, right? But it seems that she punched them too hard, probably causing them to bleed. “Are you ok? Damn, I’m so sorry, I…” she couldn’t finish the sentence, as she saw the actor removing the mask they wore.

All of the girls went silent, as they finally saw your face, stunningly beautiful, yet with bleeding nose from Ryujin’s punch. Her jaw dropped, not able to say anything, not even continuing apologising for the accident.

Yeji was the first one who regained from the shock, asking if you were alright. You nodded, but your nose still bleeding, and she hold your arm to lead you out of the place. Walking out, all of the girls asked you if you need any help, but you only waved it off, excusing yourself to get back to the work. “No, that’s totally ok! I understand you. I still need to stop bleeding, so I’m going back.” you said, already walking away from the group.

Yeji pinched Ryujin in the back, making her look away from you. “What? If I knew there was a beautiful girl behind the mask, I wouldn’t even punch her!” she said, quite loud, even you could hear it. You laughed at Ryujin’s remark, turning back, smiling at her while your nose still bleed. “Haha, thanks for the compliment!” you said, waving her, while you walked back in the room, leaving Ryujin flustered.

[blu-joons]

When She Misses You Whilst On Tour ~ Itzy Reaction

Yeji:

Frowns formed on the faces of the girls as Yeji gave them a simple response to their question, not wanting to engage with them, preferring to daydream instead.

A hand against her shoulder made Yeji look around to Ryujin. “You’re awfully quiet today, has something happened?” Ryujin worriedly asked.

Yeji’s shoulders shrugged in reply, “I don’t really know how I’m feeling, just a bit lost right now.”

“Because Y/N’s not here?” Yuna quizzed, quickly guessing what the problem probably was for Yeji. “You’re missing her quite a lot these days, aren’t you?”

“This tour has been so long for us.”

The girls hummed in agreement with Yeji as she spoke. “There’s not left,” Chaeryeong encouraged, “and then we’ll be back home, and you’ll be back with Y/N too.”

“That’s true,” Yeji whispered, “I’m sure that I can get through these days.”

Jisu offered her a smile as Yeji brought herself back to the group, “and you’ve got all of us, we can talk and we can distract you if you need us.”

“You’re right, I don’t want to feel alone.”

Lia:

You could tell that Jisu was distant from the start of your phone call with her, her answers were blunt and her questions were rare to find out how you were doing.

After a few minutes, your patience began to wear thin. “Why are you not talking to me Ji? I didn’t think catching up with you was going to be like this.”

Jisu’s eyes looked to her screen as you spoke, “because I know that we’ll have to hang up soon.”

“Isn’t it better for us to use this time to talk rather than just sit in silence?” You suggested, “I know it’s hard Jisu but we’ve got to value the time that we have.”

“I’m sorry I’ve been so distant.”

Your head shook as she apologised, “I get that you’re missing me, I’m missing you too. The goodbye will be hard, but let’s at least try and enjoy ourselves now, right?”

“Yeah,” Jisu chimed, “I want to feel better from talking to you, not worse.”

Your smile turned up as Jisu began to talk to you a little more. “We only have these snippets of time, let’s make them as productive as we can.��

“I promise that I will do from now on.”

Ryujin:

Concerned eyes watched Ryujin as she ran over the choreography once again on the stage, unaware that the rest of the girls had decided to finish for the day.

A sigh came from Jisu as she watched Ryujin lazily walk around the stage. “She’s going to do herself some serious damage if she doesn’t stop overworking soon.”

Yuna hummed in agreement with her, “it’s Ryujin’s way of not thinking about Y/N though.”

“Surely there’s got to be something we could all do together,” Chaeryeong suggested, looking at Ryujin with a worried glance, “even if it’s something small.”

“And something not as active too.”

Whilst the girls pondered Ryujin finally noticed that they were gone, leaving the stage and catching up with them all. “What are you lot talking about?” She quizzed.

“Not much,” Yeji lied, not wanting Ryujin to worry, “are you done rehearsing?”

Ryujin nodded apprehensively, looking back to the stage and then across to the girls. “There’s still things to improve, but we’ve got tomorrow.”

“Come on, you need to relax for a while.”

Chaeryeong:

She quickly wiped underneath her eyes as Chaeryeong heard a knock at her hotel room door, calling through for whoever was on the other side to enter.

As the door opened, Chaeryeong dropped her hands to her sides. “Hey, we’re going to do some shopping?” She heard Yeji asked as she walked into the room.

Chaeryeong nodded as she stared out of the window, “maybe you guys can go without me.”

“H-have you been crying?” Yeji nervously asked as she caught her first glimpse of Chaeryeong’s tear stained cheek. “What’s going on? How come you’re upset?”

“I just got off the phone with Y/N.”

Yeji walked across to Chaeryeong’s side, encouraging her to take a seat on the bed of her hotel room. “It’s tough, right?” Yeji smiled, trying her best to understand.

“I didn’t think it would be this hard,” Chaeryeong confessed, “it just gets harder.”

Yeji allowed Chaeryeong to rest against her shoulder, squeezing her tightly. “You’ve got all of us, and we’re all here to help you out you know.”

“I do, I couldn’t do this without you girls.”

Yuna:

Feeling the eyes of the other girls watching her left Yuna feeling flustered, sinking down in his seat as she joined the rest of the girls for breakfast at the hotel.

Jisu especially watched Yuna closely. “Are you alright?” Jisu asked the moment that she met Yuna’s eyes, “you’re not as cheery as you usually are at breakfast?”

Yuna hummed in response to her, “it’s just been a rough few days, I’ve barely spoken to Y/N.”

“I think we all knew that you were like this because of Y/N,” Ryujin spoke up too. “We’ve only got a couple of weeks left to go now, and then you’ll be smiling again.”

“It’s hard to force it up on the stage.”

Chaeryeong nodded understandingly beside her, “no one wants to see you try and be someone that you’re not. The fans will know that you’re missing Y/N too Yuna.”

“Do you think?” She asked in surprise, “we’re supposed to seem untouchable though.”

Yeji’s head shook as Yuna looked to her next, “you’re human, and missing someone is entirely natural, no one can ever judge you for that.”

“You guys are right, I’ll be back with Y/N soon.”

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Masterlist

[emerald-notes]

Noona! Please! Help! - Part 2

Fandom: BTS Characters: Younger Brothers BTS and Elder Sister Narrator Genre: A Little Dramatic and A Little Comedic Word Count: 1.3K Words Warning: Mention of other idols such as Lisa and Ryujin, tearing down clothes, breakdown, crying etc. Note: It’s a siblings AU story of BTS with the narrator as their elder sister. I tried to write something different from what I usually write about. I had fun making this. Hope it makes you feel good too. Happy Reading Everyone :)

Summary: Her little brothers can’t attend to a single task without her help. Be it a dance competition or asking out a girl for a date, they always seem to be finding everything too hard to go through without her by their side. ‘Our lucky charm’; that’s what they like to call her. But what if she turns out to be a misfortune in different situations in one single day?

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - More to come

Not Really the Best Dancer:

06:45 a.m. 1st September, 2015

I still have more than an hour before Hobi’s aka Hoseok’s dance starts. So, I decided to take a shower and apply some light makeup that would suit all the occasions I am to participate in. I had taken a day off work today. Because, I’m about to meet my seven little brothers, that too, at different times in one single day.

I make a mental note of my schedule and get out of my house (Sorry, it’s actually my granma's house) 10 minutes prior to Hobi’s dance. He is going to participate in the finale of the dance competition he had been practicing for for the last three years. Though a little nervous, I’m pretty positive he is going to win. I mean, why not? He’s the best dancer I have ever seen.

“Come here!” Hobi waves his hand while talking to me on the phone. I go straight to him pushing the crowd ahead of me.

“You should have hurried, Noona!” Hobi says with a pout, “I have to go change. The show’s starting.”

“Alright!” I tell him, “Go on, then. I’ll be cheering you on from the crowd. Are you nervous?”

“Nah!” Hobi dismisses the question with a slight wave of his hand and by putting a bright smile on his face, “Why would I be? I’ve got you.”

I take his hands in mine, clearly noticing the sweaty palms, “Fighting!”

“Fighting!” with a little shake of the hands he disappears inside the dressing room.

Lisa starts her performance with a loud applause from the crowd. I had watched some of the previous dance performances of others in the videos Hoseok brought home for me to see. But I don’t remember watching any of her. Watching her perform live in front of me makes me a little nervous. She has one of the best body controls. And it is definitely something to worry about.

The next participant gets as much cheers from the crowd as her previous competitor. Her name’s Ryujin and I had seen her collaborating with Hobi before. I liked that dance so much at the time. Now, I’m not really sure I’m liking her moves. Of course, she can dance. And that is exactly my problem.

Finally, Hoseok takes the stage as ‘J-Hope’ and the crowd bursts into loud screams from the enthusiasts. All my anxieties take some rest. But as soon as he starts to move along the beat, I feel like I’m holding my breath. As if that would ensure his perfect performance.

Everything goes smoothly until at a point Hoseok rips off his shirt; earning more screams from the audience. I’m shocked at the revelation. Is it a mistake? I mean, Hoseok would never do that. Once he had told me himself that he doesn’t like showing much skin. It’s the choreography that matters more to him.

But it seems like I’m the only one who’s confused. Others around me seem to be enjoying the dance along with that little distraction that he made. However, I gather myself just before the end so that I don’t forget to cheer and clap the loudest for my little Hobi.

There’s a thirty minute break before they announce the winner of the long one month competition. I check my phone and gasp.

Three missed calls from Yoongi.

I check the time. It’s already 8:48 a.m. Yoongi’s game starts at 8:30 a.m. I was supposed to be with him now. I look out for Hobi.

“You did great!” I compliment him hurriedly.

“Thanks but…” Hobi frowns.

“What’s the matter?” I take a closer look at his sweaty face.

“It’s just that” Hobi continues, “I feel like I made a mistake.”

My phone rings before I could tell him anything. It’s Yoongi again.

“Umm…” I hesitate before speaking, “I still believe you’re going to win. Hobi… Please don’t mind but… I really have to be somewhere now.”

“What?” Hobi looks up, “No way! Wait for the announcement at least. Please, Noona! You promised!”

“I promised I will watch you perform. And I did that. Besides, you didn’t mention the results will take that long to be announced. I have to meet Yoongi. Apparently he has an important match too.”

Hobi scoffs, “As if he’s the one playing.”

I can sense the anger rising within him. First of all, he’s upset about some mistakes that he made. Now that I’ve mentioned Yoongi, he’s definitely pissed. Hoseok never liked the fact that Yoongi bets money on basketball matches. According to him, “It’s a waste of money if you lose. And a waste of character if you win.”

“You can go if you want.” Hobi says finally, “It’s not even a huge deal.”

I know he doesn’t mean that. It is in fact a huge deal for him. My common sense tells me it is better to deal with an angry Yoongi than with an angry Hoseok.

I smile and pull him into a hug. He’s surprised by my sudden action. “What’re you doing?”

“Don’t worry!” I say, “Noona will stay so that you win.”

“Oh yeah!” Hobi hugs me back, “Then, I’ll definitely win.”

“I’ll be there as soon as it ends.” I yell at Yoongi through my phone because of the loud audience around me.

“Yeah, take your time.” Yoongi says bitterly, “Looks like Hoba is in need of some luck more than I do today. ‘Cause we’re already winning.” Then, he cuts the line.

I don’t have the time to think about his last remark. The three participants walk to the stage and the crowd cheers louder, as if it is even possible. I cheer for Hobi too, mentally praying to God that my little brother gets the fruit that he’s been nurturing for so long.

With some dramatic speeches and hearts beating up to our throats, the result is finally revealed. And J-Hope is not the winner.

Looks like Ryujin outdid the others this time and she is as shocked as I am to find it out. Both Lisa and Hobi are clapping with bright smiles on their faces. They are both bowing to Ryujin, who in turn is bowing to them. The flower bouquet is presented to her and the rest of the celebration goes on in blur.

I went backstage to meet Hobi. But I only see two girls hugging and complimenting each other. Hobi is nowhere to be seen. I look through the dressing room and he’s not there.

I decide to peek at the boy’s bathroom to check and I sigh in relief. Hobi is bending towards the basin, his hands covering the face while the faucet runs beneath.

“Hobi!” I call him softly.

“Please, Noona!” His voice cracks as he tries to speak, “Just give me some time. I promise I’ll be okay. Just some time is all I need.”

Contemplating on why it is hard for me to believe that he is crying out of failure, I find that it is because I had never experienced Hoseok openly displaying sadness before. He was always the ray of sunshine, the restless butterfly or the sweet smelling flower of our family. As if it is what’s expected of him.

Even right now, in such a vulnerable state of mind, he doesn’t seem to be trusting me enough to have confided in me. Instead, he’s willing to go through a breakdown all alone until he’s ready to smile brightly again.

I am dumbfounded. I feel like I need to tell him something, comfort him and let him know that he’s not here alone. I want to make him feel that it's okay to fail. That he’s still loved and that’s what should matter the most.

My phone rings in my pocket once again and Hoseok looks up from the sink. With teary red eyes he says, “It must be Yoongi Hyung. Don’t make him wait any longer. Just go. I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, confused.

“I guess,” he sniffs, “I accept my defeat. Maybe, I’m not really the best dancer that you used to think I am.”

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