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[smartkookiee]

I'm so sorry it took so long to get this chapter out, I am so happy to see how many people have loved it so far ❤️❤️❤️

Wounds We Never Show // Ch.7 — jjk.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・ ❥pairing: Jungkook x Reader (she/they, afab) ❥genre/rating: 18 +explicit content, enemies to lovers, enemies to friends to lovers, enemies with benefits ❥chapter warnings/tags: Oh the tension is sooooo thick in this one. classic Jk and Y/N banter. A SMALL LITTLE THING OF SMUT RIGHT AT THE BEGINNING. bothering yoongi (classic), lots of medical stuff in this one, nothing graffic, talking about cancer and diagnosis, mentions of surgery, neuro bros make an appearance (ew), bowling, jk is good at bowling, y/n is also good a bowling, competition ensues, more ji-eun with life advice (love her) JI-EUNS HUSBAND LETS GOOOOOO, Jungkook and Y/N get real compeitive in this one. Jungkook does not know how he feels, y/n cannot keep it in her pants, just trust me this is a really funny chapter, NAMJOON AND MELANIE APPEARANCE (love them), tension, tension, tension ❥word-count: 13.2k ❥Series Masterlist Previous Chapter ||❥|| Next chapter fic is cross posted to ao3 send an ask or comment on post to be added to the taglist! a/n: Surprise!! I had a burst of creative energy and busted out this chapter in like 12 hours. Enjoy!! .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・

“Don’t stop.” You stutter over your words, gripping down on the sheets next to you. Tugging at the fabric in reaction to the pleasure you were receiving. 

Fingers rhythmically pumping in and out of you. Tongue dancing over your clit from side to side. Causing your legs to close around the person below you in reaction to the hints of your orgasm bubbling up. You were hot and completely covered in sweat and desperate to chase that high. 

“Fuck, yes!” You moan. Your hand reached down to wrap into the mess of black hair between your legs. 

You grind your hips into their fingers and mouth, desperate for any touch they grant you. One of their free holding your hips down in response. Their lips detaching from your clit to look up at you finally, you can get a look. 

Only to be met with Jungkooks face looking back up at yours. Eyes sparkling with desire. 

“Baby let me take care of you.” Jungkook said, wiping his mouth.

Then suddenly your eyes shot open. Bolting upright in bed. The light from the sun fills the room and blinding you. You had shifted rather violently, stirring Melanie that was asleep next to you and Ash who was on the other side of you. 

You rub your eyes, your dreamy state still lingering at the front of your mind. You run your fingers through your hair. Your heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest. Your breath is heavy. 

Great, now he’s infiltrated your dreams. 

Awesome.

You take a moment and look around Namjoon and Melanie’s room. Still trying to fully wake up now. It must have been early. Namjoon is nowhere in sight.

“Oh no, we did it again.” With a whisper, letting yourself fall back into the bed. Immediately regretting it since a small hangover headache was creeping up on you. 

“Shhh, still sleeping.” Ash moaned, turning over under the cover, stealing some away from Melanie who was barely waking up, mouth hanging open. 

“Shut up.” Melanie groaned, trying to steal the covers back. 

“We kicked Namjoon out again.” You rub your eyes again, looking up at the ceiling. 

“I know.” Melanie yawned, turning over to face you. “He’s used to it at this point.” 

“Hey at least it’s not like when you guys had your shitty old bed and we barely fit on it together.” Ash sat up in the bed. Her hair is a complete mess. 

Melanie and Namjoon used to have a queen and it would barely fit the three of you when you three would crash. At least one of you would easily fall out of the bed in the night, you all were restless sleepers so it was anyone’s guess who would end up falling out of the bed. One morning Melanie ended up falling and hitting her head pretty hard. Taking a very fun trip to the ER with her head split open. 

After that Namjoon decided they needed to get a bigger and better bed so that would not happen again. 

You giggle to yourself while rubbing the side of your head, “Yeah how nice of Namjoon to get this big bed just for us.” 

That gets some small laughs from Melanie and Ash. Right at that moment the door cracked open, Namjoons face peering into the room. Looking between the three of you. Melanie immediately sitting up in the bed. 

“Good morning.” Namjoon lightly stepped into the room with an amused smile. 

“Guys look how cute my husband is.” Melanie tilts her head to the side, reaching a hand for Namjoon to take her hand. 

“So weird hearing you say husband now.” Ash ran her hands through her hair, fingers trying to comb through tangles. 

“Imagine how I feel.” Namjoon smiles, coming over to the side Melanie is on. Taking her hand and kissing the back of it. 

“You hate it?” Melanie pouted. 

“Yeah, I hate it, that’s why I married you.” Namjoon rolled his eyes. Leaning down giving Melanie a quick kiss. 

“Get a room.” You tease, throwing your hands over your eyes like a small child. 

“You’re in my room!” Namjoon voiced with some fake annoyance in his tone, “I was going to go get breakfast. So put in your orders now.”

“You know my order.” Melanie grinned, She hadn’t looked at either you or Ash since Namjoon entered the room. 

“What about thing 1 and thing 2 over there?” Namjoon raised an eyebrow to the both of you and Ash. 

“Eggs Benedict.” You raise a arm up, finger pointing to the sky. 

“French toast.” Ash yawns, she looked like she was seconds away from falling back asleep while sitting up. You laugh, poking her cheek. 

“I’m on it.” Namjoon kisses Melanie one more time before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. 

“Guys,” Melanie hums, “I’m married.” 

“You're just now realizing that?” You smile, she turns around to look at the both of you. 

“Nah but it’s fun to say. I’m married.” She coos, laying back down next to you. Totally starstruck. It was sweet, you loved seeing her so happy. 

“I’m so tired.” Ash whines next to the both of you, still looking like she could pass out any second. 

“You should sleep, or get some coffee.” You rub her arm, encouraging her to do something. 

This immediately perked Melanie up from her spot, springing to her feet. “Oh we have a new machine! It’s great! Joonie’s parents got it for us.” 

She rounded around to the other side of the bed pulling Ash to her feet. You slowly followed them out of the room. Down to the kitchen. Yawns falling from you the entire way, you also needed some coffee this morning. Ash leaned her head on you, entering the kitchen as Melanie seemed to have all the energy in the world suddenly. 

“What woke you  up so suddenly this morning? It scared me awake.” Ash asked, the both of you taking seats at the kitchen table as you waited. 

The contents of the dream coming back to the front of your mind like a truck hitting a wall. “Oh… just a nightmare. Freaked me out I guess.” 

Melanie shuffled around for a moment while you watched her gather mugs and start the new coffee maker. “You and Jungkook got along well last night.” 

There he was again. 

“I guess.” You lay your head on the table. “Really only for you guys.” 

“Yeah but you made it through the day without a fight. Just mild annoyances. Seems like progress.” Melanie continued, you weren’t sure what she was getting at here. 

“Spit it out Mel.” 

Melanie pouts, she likes to dance around these kinds of things. “You seem friendlier since we left. Just last week you still wanted to kill him.” 

You think on it for a moment, “I don’t know, maybe we are growing up.” 

“Yeah okay.” She scoffs, because it was a ridiculous thought. “I think it’s great. I’ve always thought you two could be really good friends. You know, if you could get past your ego’s first.”

“Hey! Friend is a stretch. Let’s not jump too far ahead of ourselves.” 

“I thought for sure he was dead when he sat on you.” Ash mumbled next to you, still hardly awake. 

“He was close. I don’t know, maybe I just don’t have the energy for it anymore.” You shrug, referring to battling it out with Jungkook. Omitting some key information about your recent activities. 

“Well whatever it is, keep going. It’s working.” Melanie brings a cup and sets it in front of Ash first. “Means I don’t have to play parent for you two anymore.” 

Melanie, not aware what exactly what she was encouraging. 

You thought for a moment if you should tell them… but something about admitting it felt… embarrassing. You and Jungkook sleeping together wasn’t embarrassing as an idea but something felt weird about admitting it. Telling them mabe makes it real? Instead of it being something you can pretend didn’t happen. If they know then it becomes actualized. Which you weren’t sure if you were ready for the teasing or the questions that will come along with it. 

After too long Namjoon returned back with the food. You all sat and chatted for a while but you left once you finished. Your day continues uneventfully. You filed your dream away into a deep part of your mind. Honestly, you did seriously need to see someone with how much space Jungkook was taking up in your brain these days. It was exhausting and annoying, because before you could just pretend he didn’t really exist unless you absolutely had to be in his presence. 

Now, he was creeping into your mind randomly. Mostly because you have a stupid and horny mind but still. Even beyond that it was getting annoying, so when you went back to work on Monday you just went about your business and kept your mind as busy as possible. 

Today you were a scribe for Dr. Kim. Which meant you walked around and documented charts as he did consultations and follow ups with patients. You had been wanting to do this for some time but he wanted you to get comfortable first. You felt like you were fitting in well up here, all the other girls were great and Vic has been your friend forever so you were getting really comfortable. All the patients knew you pretty well now, so today was the day. 

Dr. Kim kept you on your toes, though. He moved quickly from room to room, and you felt like you were constantly catching up. He was thorough, meticulous, and demanded precision, which made this a challenging but rewarding role.

“Keeping up Y/N?” Dr. Kim looks back at you as he leads his band of interns and Yoongi, behind him. 

“Doing alright sir.” You nod, opening up your next chart. Luckily Ji-eun was up next, hers should be pretty straight forward. Dr. Kim ordered a new set of scans because he wanted an updated look at her progress before surgery in two weeks. 

You had run around most of the day but would go back and forth between talking to patients and viewing scans in an observation room, it had screens around the room so you could pull up scans from a patient's chart. Which you had taken the liberty of pulling up and having ready. Dr. kim walked between them and would ask questions. 

“Alright patient nine zero one six one three. Dr. Duboid, give us the run down.” Dr. Kim gestured to one of the interns who stepped out from the rest. Clearing his throat. 

Alright, patient nine-zero-one-six-one-three. Dr. Dubois, give us the rundown.” Dr. Kim commanded.

Dr. Dubois, stepping forward, cleared his throat. “Fifty-nine-year-old female with stage four hepatocellular carcinoma. She is currently being evaluated for potential downstaging to stage three following her upcoming surgical intervention to remove a tumor in the left leg, initially suspected to be metastatic but confirmed via biopsy to be an independent neoplasm.”

Dr. Kim cut in, pointing to another intern. “Very good. Dr. Ruiz, continue.”

Dr. Ruiz adjusted her glasses and spoke. “Chemotherapy was discontinued last week and will remain on hold until two weeks post-surgery. A follow-up consultation is scheduled to determine the reintroduction of systemic therapy based on post-operative recovery and further imaging.”

Yoongi, ever prepared, chimed in with a thoughtful nod. “A new set of contrast-enhanced CT scans were ordered over the weekend for both the leg and liver. As we can observe, the leg tumor has remained stable in size, indicating that surgical excision is a viable next step.”

Dr. Kim scanned the room. “What concerns should we keep in mind? Dr. Ito?”

Dr. Ito stepped forward, pointing at the monitor. “The tumor in the leg appears to be intricately involved with several neurovascular structures. Should we consult orthopedic and neurosurgery for intraoperative support?”

“Excellent observation.” Dr. Kim nodded. “Dr. White from orthopedic oncology will be assisting to ensure nerve preservation and potential reattachment.” He turned to you. “Y/N, make a note: I want to push the surgery back two more weeks to allow for optimal systemic clearance following her last chemotherapy infusion.”

You nod and take a note in her chart. “Got it.” You go ahead and switch the scans from the one of the leg to the one of the liver. Everyone stares at it for a moment before Dr. Kim comes over to the computer where you have the newest scans pulled up. 

“Let’s pull up her last scans… I need to make sure I’m seeing this right.” Dr. Kim’s voice changed in tone slightly. You go ahead and pull up her last scans from several weeks ago and put them side by side with the new ones. It was glaringly obvious what he was seeing now that they were side by side.

“Dr. Min, what are we seeing here?” Dr. Kim gestures for Yoongi to continue on. He leaned in close to the computer where the scans were pulled up and started fiercely making some notes. 

Yoongi leaned in, analyzing the comparative scans. “Between the previous and current scans, the primary hepatic lesion has demonstrated interval progression. Now what does this mean?” Yoongi looks to the Interns. Which meant the main tumor on her liver has grown, it was slight. You might not have even seen it if the images weren’t side by side but it definitely had.

One of the interns raised a hand. “Resistance to the prior chemotherapy regimen?”

“Possible and likely in this case.” Yoongi acknowledged. “Other thoughts?”

“It’s an aggressive cancer, as soon as the chemotherapy discontinued it started to grow. So the chemotherapy wasn’t preventing the primary hepatic lesion from growing anymore.” 

“Good, so how should we proceed?” Yoongi nodded. 

“This might be the more pressing issue. Should we consider postponing the surgery?” one of the interns asked hesitantly, glancing between the scans and Dr. Kim.

Dr. Kim shook his head firmly. “No,” he said with certainty. “We proceed with the surgery as planned. The primary focus remains on addressing the current issue, but we will continue to closely monitor the tumor's progression. We also need to have an in-depth discussion with the patient about potential treatment options and gather more imaging to determine if surgical resection is viable.”

You tried to keep your expression neutral, but inwardly, the situation weighed heavily on you. This wasn’t the news anyone wanted to hear.

“Order an MRI,” Dr. Kim continued, his voice steady but concerned. “I want detailed imaging from every possible angle. I need to have a complete picture so we can provide her with all available options moving forward.”

You kept your thoughts to yourself and figured you could ask later. Putting in the order for the MRI and you were moving on. After some more discussion you all were back on the floor and making your way from room to room again following up with more patients. Ending with Ji-eun.

Scanning the room, you see a gentlemen sitting next to her. Roughly about the same age. You can probably assume her husband. He was adorable and had a salt a pepper look to his hair. 

“Good morning Ji-eun!” Dr. Kim sang as he entered the room. You and the interns following close behind. “I hope you don’t mind. I have the kids with me today.” 

Ji-eun smiled beaming at everyone. You got to look next to her and see an older gentleman, probably around the same age who you can only assume is her husband with her. You hadn't gotten to met him yet. “Not at all. Any chance they get to learn the better.” 

Jin tapped his head against the side of his head, “I agree. We have a few things we need to go over. Starting with that leg of yours.” Jin holds his hand out to you for the tablet, you already had the scans of her leg pulled up and pass him the tablet. “We should have no issues going ahead with the surgery to remove the tumor in your leg. Has Dr. White come and spoke to you about what he’ll be assisting me with in surgery?” 

“Yes he came by earlier and gave us the details. Sounds complicated but I get the idea.” 

The gentleman next to her cleared his throat, “We did have some concerns about nerve damage that we didn’t get to ask about.”

“Well with any surgery there is risk. In this case though Dr. White didn’t see any reason you shouldn’t be able to still have full mobility of your leg following the operation. I agree with him as well.” Dr. Kim’s voice as ever light and enthusiastic as always. “I did push it back two more week though. I want to make sure that we don’t run into any complications following your last infusion.” 

“I won’t complain. Every time I have surgery this guy falls into a full blown panic.” She teases the man next to her. He has a adoring smile on his face but rolls his eyes. 

“Rightfully so I think.” He pipes back up. 

“I have a little more to share before I’ll get out of your hair. Yoongi present.” Dr. Kim steps off to the side, passing the tablet to Yoongi. 

Yoongi, switching to her liver scans. “We also learned from your most recent scans that the largest tumor on your liver has grown.” He shows her the sans so she can see. “It’s not significant and it won’t delay your surgery but once we conclude with your operation we should talk the possibility of changing medication or seeing about another operation to resect some of the tumor.” 

“I’m not getting better essentially.” Ji-euns face stayed the same but her tone suggested slight disappointment. 

“Not at all. It’s an aggressive cancer and we have seen growth before. We just need to take another approach. We are going to closely monitor it before your surgery to make sure it doesn’t grow anymore.” Yoongi assured, trying to put on a neutral but kind face.

“Your sweet to assure me but I have been fighting this a long time. I try no to get my hopes up.” Ji-eun stated. 

“What do we need to do?” Ji-eun's husband butted in. 

“We are just going to continue the pain management for now. It’s important we get the tumor out of your leg. We’ve also ordered for you to be taken down for another MRI today so that we can get a much more detailed scan of your liver so we can better see what’s going on.” Yoongi continues, passing the tablet back to you. 

“I will look at the new MRI scans and come up with a new plan. I know we were just starting something new and I know this is not the news we wanted but I’m far from giving up hope.” Dr. Kim interjected. You couldn’t help but notice Ji-eun was putting on a brave smile, bright like always. Except a small sadness behind the eyes. “The tumor growing could mean anything. It could be from the regime change or from the the discontinuation of treatment.” 

“I know. We’ve been through it a lot of times before.” She sighs and her eyes are darting from side to side like she is lost in thought. “Oh before I forget I have something for you two.” She points for her husband to grab her the scarves she had been working on. 

“Ji-eun you know I can’t accept bribes.” Dr. kim jokes and everyone laughs a little. 

“Oh please.” She waves him off as she hands the scarves made for both him, and looks like she busted out one for Yoongi pretty quickly since you saw her on Friday. “I made these because I wanted to gives my thanks to you two somehow.” 

Jin taking his multicolored one and immediately wrapping it around himself, “Oh it’s lovely! I’m wearing this everyday once it gets colder. Yoongi put yours on.” 

Yoongi was just feeling his in his hands. “Oh I’ll wear it home.” 

“Awe come on. we need to see if it looks nice.” You chime in with a grin. Yoongi was unamused. Reluctantly wrapping it around himself, throwing one of the sides over his shoulder. 

“Oh they’re perfect.” Ji-eun clapped her hands together.

“Alright. Well, we’ll get those new scans. I’ll be back to see you soon once we have the results.” Dr. Kim’s voice was calm but firm, his nod signaling the team to follow. The interns shuffled out and Yoongi trailed behind, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his expression unreadable as always. Ji-eun was the last patient on their rounds, and as the room emptied, you lingered, feeling the weight of the moment settle in the air. 

You adjusted the tablet under your arm, stepping closer to the bed. Ji-eun’s husband  sat in the chair beside her, his hands clasped tightly, his face a mix of concern and quiet strength. Ji-eun herself was propped up on the pillows, her usual spark dimmed just a fraction, though she still managed a small smile when your eyes met.

“Do you guys have any questions or anything? I know that was a lot of news all at once.” Your voice was soft, careful not to break the fragile calm in the room. You moved to the side of the bed looking to her husband, “I’m Y/N, by the way. I’ve been on Ji-eun’s case since she got here.” 

You extended your hand to him,and he took it with a firm grip. “Youngjin,” He said, his voice warm but tired. “Ji-eun hasn’t stopped talking about the wonderful girl who takes care of her. I’m assuming that’s you.” He gave your hand a solid shake before releasing it, his smile genuine but fleeting.

You chuckled, glancing at Ji-eun. “Bragging about me, huh?” 

Ji-eun’s laugh was light, though it carried a hint of weariness. “Ah, I can’t help it. You’re the most interesting one here.” She leaned back against the pillows, her eyes twinkling despite the heaviness of the conversation. “This is the one with the boy problems.” She added in a whisper, just loud enough for you to hear.

You groaned, playfully swatting her leg. “I don’t have boy problems, and that’s not something everyone needs to know.” 

Youngjin chuckled, his deep voice filling the room. “If it helps, she texts me every little piece of gossip she hears. She’s got dirt on everyone on this floor.”

“I sit around and walk up and down the halls all day—what else am I supposed to do?” Ji-eun protested, though her grin betrayed her. She leaned her head back, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of the blanket. “Which reminds me… you haven’t mentioned your pain-in-the-butt friend recently.”

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “I’ll answer your questions if you answer mine.” 

Ji-eun narrowed her eyes, considering your offer, then nodded. “You drive a hard bargain.” She sighed, sitting up straighter. She glanced at Youngjin, then back at you, her expression softening. “What’s there to say? One of my tumors is growing again. It’s nothing I haven’t heard before.”

Your smile faded, replaced by a look of quiet empathy. “It’s like Dr. Kim said… it could just be a fluke.”

“Or it could be getting worse.” Ji-eun sang softly, though the disappointment in her tone was unmistakable. 

“We don’t know yet.” You countered, mimicking her sing-song tone. “You’re getting the MRI this afternoon, and then we’ll know more. Dr. Kim didn’t seem worried, so I’m not worried.”

Ji-eun sighed, her fingers now fiddling with the edge of her hospital gown. “I guess. I’ve had that kid treating me for as long as I’ve been diagnosed—”

“So you know he’d be straight with you.” You reassured her, your voice steady. “I’m right, aren’t I?”

Youngjin nodded, his gaze shifting between you and Ji-eun. “She’s good.” he said, his tone approving. 

Ji-eun let out a long breath, her shoulders slumping slightly. “I have an aggressive cancer. That’s not new. I think I’m just getting annoyed with hearing it’s staying the same. It’s been the same for years. I’m just living with it at this point. I just… hoped, maybe, we would have seen improvement by now.”

Your heart ached for her. You couldn’t fully understand, but you could feel the weight of her words. “Dr. Kim is going to look at the new scans.” You said gently. “He’s probably coming up with ten more plans in his head as we speak. He’s not giving up, he’s not even close. We have to get you back on your feet without that leg monster first. Then we’ll go from there. He’s ready to fight if you are.”

Ji-eun’s lips curved into a small smile, though her eyes remained distant. “I’ve got plenty of fight left, kid. Don’t you worry.” She reached out, patting your arm. “You’ve got the poor-dying-person sympathy face. Enough of that, I’m sick, but I’m not dying. Now… My turn!”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “No, no, no. I’ve got a few more questions.”

Ji-eun groaned, rolling her eyes. “You and I both know that stuff is so boring.”

“That stuff is what helps us treat you.” You countered, your tone light but firm.

Youngjin stood, stretching his legs. “Well, this is going to go on for a while. I’m going to go get us some food while you dole out your interrogation. Don’t go too hard on her.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to Ji-eun’s forehead.

“I won’t.” You promised.

“Oh, I was talking to my wife.” He teased, his laughter echoing as he made his way out of the room. “Play nice.”

“Never,” Ji-eun shot back, her grin widening as she watched him go. She turned back to you, her expression softening. 

“Your husband is lovely.” You said, settling into the chair Youngjin had vacated.

“I know.” Ji-eun replied, her voice warm. She tilted her head, studying you. “Now, give me updates while you examine me or something.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “I actually have other work I should be doing.”

“That’s why you should ‘examine’ me.” She said, her tone mischievous.

“Don’t you have your own kids you can bug about this?” You teased, knowing her sons were a constant source of both pride and exasperation for her.

“Their stuff isn’t nearly as fun as yours.” She said, her eyes sparkling. “Come on, I’m sick and dying.”

“You just said you weren’t dying, remember?” You said firmly, though your voice was gentle.

Ji-eun let out an exaggerated cough, clutching her chest. “I’m practically withering away! Please it’s my dying wish.”

“Uh-huh, that’s a horrible last wish.” You laughed, shaking your head. “I don’t really have anything new for you. That… stupid guy who’s been bothering me has left me alone… mostly.”

“Mostly?” Ji-eun raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued.

“We had to be around each other for a friend thing, and I don’t know… he was being… nice? Civil? It was… odd.”

“Good odd?” Ji-eun pressed.

“More like strange. I’m so used to fighting all the time, it was… weird.”

Ji-eun leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. “I feel like I’ve asked before. Is there any history there?”

“No,” You said quickly, perhaps a little too quickly. “No, we just exist in the same spaces.”

“Hmm,” Ji-eun hummed, her lips curving into a knowing smile. “Well, maybe he’s changed. Maybe something happened, and he’s turning over a new leaf.”

“Seems out of character. Maybe.” You muttered, though the thought lingered. That didn’t help your currently predicament where he was taking up a small little piece of your brain you couldn’t control. 

“Well, I’m going to need more updates on this. It’s getting juicy. Maybe he’s actually liked you this whole time, but you were sending the wrong signals.”

You shake your head with and exasperated scoff, “Considering he once told me I looked like a run-over raccoon, I doubt it.”

Ji-eun gasped. “Never let anyone talk to you like that. Especially some boy.”

“If I’m being totally fair, I told him he looked like a cat vomited on him… and that he smelled like it too.” A result of one of the worst fights the two of you ever had. You’ve both definitely pushed your insults much further but definitely not things you should say at work. 

Ji-eun let’s out a small laugh. “It must be like watching a train wreck when you two fight.”

“Something like that.” You exhaled, glancing at the clock. “I do have to get back to my other tasks, but is there anything else I can do? Anything else you want to know?” You hesitated, feeling like maybe you could offer something more, even if you weren’t sure what that was.

Ji-eun’s expression softened, her laughter fading into a quiet smile. “I’m alright, kid. I’m not devastated or going to spiral into a depressive episode. It’s just… maybe you don’t get it unless you have cancer, but I’ve learned to live with the disappointment that things can always get worse. A tumor can grow, another tumor can materialize. It’s frustrating, sure, because it means we have to try something new. I get to experience a whole new set of side effects. But I do it… I have to.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy and raw. You pulled the chair closer. “I guess I understand… well, as much as I can. You know, you’re in charge, though. We’ll do whatever you want… it’s your life.”

Ji-eun’s face shifted, her gaze dropping to her hands. “It’s not. It’s never been just me… it’s my husband and my kids too. I have so many things I have yet to see them do. Get married, have kids of their own, live fulfilling lives. They haven’t really gotten to fully live because they all sit and dote on me…” Her voice wavered, the frustration and sadness intertwining.

“Sounds like they don’t mind, the way you talk about them.” You said gently.

“They don’t… but I don’t want them to have too forever. My husband has come to see my side of it more and more, but my boys are still the more… what’s the best word for it… aggressive when it comes to fixing any new problems I accrue as a result of this stupid thing. Dr. Kim has been on the receiving end of their insistent questioning more than once.” She picked at her fingers, a self-soothing gesture you’d come to recognize.

“Will you tell them the tumor has grown?” You asked, your voice soft.

Ji-eun hesitated, then shook her head. “Mmm, maybe not this time. Dr. Min said it wasn’t substantial, right?”

“No.” You said quickly, turning the tablet back on to pull up her scans. “Here, this is your last scan and your current one. It’s minor, but it’s important to monitor. Like Dr. Kim said, he just doesn’t know yet why it happened. We’ll keep a close eye, though.” You pointed to the screen, showing her the small but noticeable growth.

She nodded, her eyes scanning the images. “Then no reason to worry them… unless it means the chemo isn’t working anymore.”

You shook your head, closing the tablet and resting it on your lap. “Let’s just get you past this surgery first. Then Dr. Kim will cross that bridge.”

Ji-eun’s smile returned, though it was tinged with exhaustion. “Look who’s the hopeful one today. I’d almost think you care about me.”

You stood, laughing softly. “I care about everyone up here. I just like you a little more. I need to get back to work now.”

“Alright, fine.” Ji-eun called after you as you headed toward the door. “Maybe I need to have you give my kids the news in the future. Make them feel like it’s not so serious.”

You paused, turning back to her. “I think we’d be on the same page. If it were my mom, I’d probably fight as hard as they do to find answers.”

Ji-eun’s smile softened, and for a moment, the room felt lighter. You made your way back to the nurses’ station, where Yoongi was seated, frantically typing into a chart. His brow was furrowed in concentration, but he glanced up as you approached. He was still wearing the scarf.

“Do me a favor.” You said, rolling your chair closer to his.

“No.” Yoongi groaned, not looking up.

“Aww, come on.” You pouted, tapping his shoulder incessantly.

Yoongi sighed, finally turning to you. “There’s nothing wrong with you. You don’t need any scans.”

“This isn’t about that!” You huffed. “This is serious.”

“Oh… what’s up?” He asked, his tone shifting to one of concern.

“Will you round back around to Ji-eun’s room later? I think they still have some more questions but just need some time with the new updates.”

Yoongi nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Sure, yeah. I can round back around in a few hours after her MRI. See if they have anything else they’d like to know.”

“Thank you.” You said, rolling back to your side of the desk.

Yoongi tapped his chin, studying you. “You’re getting pretty attached to her, huh?”

You looked up, meeting his gaze. “I mean, I really like her, if that’s what you mean.”

“I mean it seems like you’re getting pretty emotionally invested… in her case. You seem to take a little extra care in this situation. Do you know her or something?”

“Not at all.” You said, shaking your head. “She was the first person I helped when I got up here, so she confides in me often. She’s sweet and makes the day easier.

Yoongi’s expression softened, though his tone carried a note of caution. “Just be careful… getting attached up here… it’s an easy way to get hurt.”

“Spoken from experience?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

Yoongi’s smile was sad, his gaze distant. “You could say that. We have a hard enough job as it is. We watch patients beat impossible odds and lose to simple complications… it can be taxing when you get so close to them, and they lose.”

“I hear you.” You said quietly. “I’ll be careful.”

Yoongi nodded, his attention returning to the chart in front of him. You sat back in your chair, the weight of his words settling over you. It wasn’t something you hadn’t heard before; Vic had warned you of the same thing when you first started working on this floor. Emotional attachment isn’t a bad thing when it comes to patient care, it’s required, but boundaries with your personal feelings is what is important. 

Maybe you were getting a bit attached to Ji-eun but you knew how to pull back so that you can do your job the best way you can. 

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“Alright let’s go home.” Jungkook with a wave of his hand dismissed everyone. Paralegals and other associates packing up their things to finally leave for the day. 

It’s now the end of the week and he figured he might as well dismiss everyone for the weekend, there wasn’t going to be any progress until Monday anyways. No reason to keep everyone around longer than necessary. 

The trial had taken a slight annoying turn. The defense had brought to light some evidence about his clients that was information that had chosen to omit from his teams knowledge or research. So it’s caused a bit of a standstill on their side of the case. Which means they had been spending the entire week coming up with a strategy to combat this. But They were in recess until next week due to this presentation of evidence so they had some time but they weren’t going to learn anything new over the weekend and they wouldn’t be able to converse with the clients until Monday. So calling it a night was best. 

Jungkook may be working through the weekend but there is no reason to drag everyone down with him. 

“Tough situation.” Jimin came up and gave a pat on Jungkook’s shoulder. 

“Yeah, doesn’t begin to describe it. More like throws a wrench into our whole case.” Jungkook gathering some papers, filing them back together nicely so he can get them back into his bag. Ultimately to take them out at home and make them over again. 

“Need me to come over? We can talk it through, look over everything again?” Jimin offered with a sympathetic smile, “Or take you out for a drink and we can bitch and moan. Haven’t done that in a while. I bet we can rope Taehyung in.” 

Jungkook thought about it, he could use some sort of release of frustration but he probably needed to keep his head clear. He’d gotten back on his game but this week proved to throw a punch left and right. “As much as I would like it. I think I just need to go home and drown in my own self pity.” 

“Awe come on. Better to spiral with a friend or two.” Jimin bounced on his heals with anticipation. “Maybe not a drink maybe, how about we get some food? You haven’t eaten today right? Maybe bowling?” 

Jungkook could tell what Jimin was doing, clearing the noise. “You suck at bowling.” 

“And?” He shrugs. “Come on, we’ll get some laughs out of it. Taehyung’s even worse than me. It’ll be fun.” 

Jungkook smiled at the thought. Taehyung truly was terrible at bowling. “Alright, I can spend the evening making you both look like huge losers.” 

“There we go. That’s the spirit.” Jimin left the meeting room, assuredly to go gather his things 

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“God, please. Just allow me one strike. You’ve granted Jungkook so many. Please allow me one.” Taehyung was speaking to the bowling ball in his hand. Jungkook and Jimin just watching him as he pleads to break his total score of 32. 

They are now well into their second game. Taehyung sorely lost the first one and is somehow losing even worse the second time around. How? It was unimaginable but highly entertaining for Jimin and Jungkook. After work Jungkook went home and changed into something far more casual. A white shirt and some wide leg dark jeans. Eventually meeting Jimin who, with little effort, did manage to get Taehyung to join them. Now some food and a few drinks later here they were. Much more relaxed than how he had started the evening. 

Jimin was really good at that, making the end of the day better than the start. Even if the start sucked. 

“Just bowl!” Jimin complained as Taehyung was continuing to sing praises to the bowling ball. 

With that Taehyung sends the purple ball down the alley, and with a quick curve he sinks it into the gutter. Dropping to his knees in dramatic defeat. “The universe hates me.” 

He gives a small pout looking in Jungkook’s direction. Jungkook shook his head, “I have shown you how to throw a ball countless times! I’m not helping you anymore! My talents are wasted on you.” 

“So you also hate me.” Taehyung drops his head, but Jimin walks over and pulls him up to his feet by the collar of his shirt.

“My turn you big baby.” Jimin says, pushing Taehyung back to the table with Jungkook. Defeat written all over his face, taking a chair next to Jungkook. 

“You’ll get 'em next time tiger.” Jungkook shakes Taehyung’s shoulder with encouragement. 

“Perhaps.” Taehyung sighed, heavy and exaggerated. “Oh to have such effortless talent.” 

“What can I say? Some of us are just born awesome.” Jungkook leans back into his seat, arms behind his head all nonchalant. He’s had a beer or two so he was feeling pretty good. The bowling helped. 

“Wow, you could try to be humble.” Taehyung rolled his eyes. Sitting up in his seat, “Jimin said it was a tough week?” 

“Yeah this case took an unexpected turn so I got to spend the weekend fixing it… or something. Then other stuff, not an awesome week for me.” Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, tousling it a bit from its position. It had grown out a little, it tickled the back of his neck. 

“Hmm, sucks. Need a mock trial with me and Namjoon again? … Maybe another kind of stress relief.” Taehyung’s tone pointed. Jungkook knew exactly what he was referring to. He spent the entire week sending not so subtle texts that Jungkook should reach out to you. Like that would ever happen, Jungkook didn’t even have your number.

 It wasn’t unusual of Taehyung to pry into Jungkook’s feelings or into his life. It was actually annoyingly consistent. He’d been this way forever, always with the best of intentions. He wanted Jungkook to be happy and not so stuck in work or school or whatever. Jungkook was sometimes so one track minded and Taehyung, with Jimin’s help occasionally, did a pretty good job of getting him to chill out. Didn’t mean he didn’t also try to meddle into Jungkook’s love life… which in this case was just his intimate life. 

So this was pretty typical of Taehyung.

“Not this again.” Jungkook groaned, taking a fry and eating it. “When will you let this go?” 

“Give me a few more weeks? Maybe never.” Taehyung smirked, “Come on. You guys have heat! Why deny it?” 

“Deny what?” Jimin coming back and sitting with the two of them. 

Jungkook looks between them, “Nothing.” 

“Jungkook’s a scaredy cat.” Taehyung quipped, “Denying himself simple pleasures.” 

Taehyung may have been hitting the nail on the head, as much and Jungkook wanted to deny it. Your encounter this last weekend proved that Taehyung was right, you were just a nice person. It’s not like Jungkook didn’t know it. You’ve known each other a long time, but having it in his face kicked up some old memories. Kicking up some old thoughts and he didn’t care to explore. Maybe he was in denial. 

“Oh look, it’s my turn.” Jungkook stood grabbing his ball to bowl. 

“You can’t hide from me!” Taehyung mockingly calls to him as he goes up to the lane. 

“Care to explain?” Jimin leans in Taehyung’s direction. Taehyung waving him off. 

“His business to share, not mine. Trust me it’s good though.” Taehyung stood from his seat, wanting to get another drink but also possibly find a new ball. In the hopes that possibly his sixth, no seventh choice in bowling will bring him victory. 

As he scourers the lanes for his option. He passes by a group who seems to be coming into the bowling alley. With a straggler following behind, bowling shoes in hand. Taehyung makes a passing glance at the group. Just a few girls, but it wasn’t any of them that caught his attention. It was the last one. 

“Ah, wait up.” You called after them, you were balancing your phone  and wallet and shoes in your hands. While the other girls trailed ahead. 

“Y/N?” Taehyung calls your name, making you spin on your heel. A confused look on your face, wondering who could possibly be calling your name.

Your expression softened at the sight of Taehyung. “Hey, what are you doing here?” You look at the other girls but figure you can track them down. Walking over to him to give him a hug. 

He reciprocated in kind, pausing for a moment.“Just with some friends. Who are you with?” 

“Oh,” You wave your hand in the direction they went. “girls from work. Some last second plans.” 

“Oh yeah?” 

“Well we had kind of a long and tough day and wanted to blow off some steam. I lost the vote so here we are.” You explain, you didn’t hate bowling, you just would have preferred other activities to be honest. 

“You don’t say.” Taehyung smiles, unbeknownst to you as to why. “Well hey. Do you happen to have any bowling expertise? I could use some help picking out a ball.” 

He points to the racks of the bowling balls, and you nod. “I do, as a matter of fact.” 

You follow Taehyung along for a minute, helping him pick out a proper bowling ball. Finding one for yourself as well. You weren’t lying when you said you knew a thing about bowling. Then going up the lanes to see where your coworkers ended up landing. Which was right next to Taehyung’s lane. Taehyung couldn’t believe the odds. You made some chit chat as you walked back. Not before you immediately spotted the black mop of hair. Followed by the visual of his tattooed arm. He was faced away from the two of you. 

Of course Tae wouldn’t tell you that Jungkook was here.

Before you can get a word in. “Look who I ran into.” Taehyung’s voice jumps an octave, with joy and mischief.

Jimin looks up to see you with sudden surprise on his face, Jungkook turns in his seat to see you. He blinked, looking between you and Taehyung. What had he summoned you or something? Tae was only gone for a minute. Jungkook was obviously thrown and your expression seemed to match that of yours, you weren’t prepared for this encounter either.  

“Hi Jimin.” You give him a polite wave, glancing at Jungkook. “Jungkook.” 

Jimin waves to you. Worried that he was going to witness another explosive exchange. Surprised when Jungkook just sort of acknowledges you with a head nod. 

“Y/N.” He responds. 

“Just our luck running into Y/N.” Taehyung hugged your shoulder then letting you go and going to put his ball in the lane.

“He didn’t tell me you were here.” You sigh. 

“Yeah, I have a feeling that was on purpose.” Jungkook followed Taehyung with his eyes, throwing daggers at him. 

“Y/N!” One of the girls from your groups calls out to you. You glance over to them. You all managed to be placed right next to Jungkook’s lane. So it looks like this will be interesting. 

These were coworkers you didn’t hang with often. 

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Earlier that evening. 

Will some tension and tiredness you pulled your scrubs off your body. Discarding them into a bin that was made for scrubs that had fluids on them. You hadn’t managed to keep yourself clean right until the end when your last ER patient had thrown up you on you.. 

You got pulled down to the ER today because of a mass casualty incident. They needed all hands on deck and so that meant that you got pulled down from oncology. It was a bus crash and luckily there were no casualties but a lot of injuries. It took most of the day to get through everyone and get them treated and sent where they needed to be. It had been sometime since you had been in the ER working so the pace threw you off but you caught up quickly. 

One of the other girls who worked down here, really the only one you knew was clocking out with you. Layla, She was changing with you, the two of you had been running side by side all day. Keeping each other held up in the chaos. 

“I want to go back upstairs.” You moan putting back on your regular clothes. Layla laughed under her breath nodding. 

“Lost your stamina from being in a slow paced environment.” She teased but she was right. You hadn’t been running around on alert every second for weeks now.

“I suppose so. I need to relax or something after all that. I’m all anxious and tense now.” You try to shake out your arms almost like you can shake the anxiety away. 

“How about we go get a drink or do something?” Layla offers, you two had hung out once or twice before but it’s been quite some time. 

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Right as she was suggesting it though some of the other girls in the locker room overheard the offer. You didn’t know their names. They ended up inviting themselves along for the night. It was an opportunity to get to know these girls even though you really only cared to hang out with Layla. You still wanted to be nice. 

You step to the side. 

“Hey so this lane only allows five players.” One of the girls, who you’d come to learn from, was named Kenna. 

“Oh well there are only four of us. What’s the problem?” You looked between them, an apologetic look plastered on Layla’s face. The other girl, Jea, cleared her throat. 

“I sort of invited some guys from Neuro to join us?” She winced, not seeming that apologetic about her choice. 

Oh god, you really hated all of the guys in Neuro. 

“You can join our lane Y/N.” Taehyung who was not so subtly listening into your conversation, interjected. 

You look back at him and shake your head. “Oh no I couldn’t impose.” 

“Oh come on.” Taehyung steps over to the little circle the four of you made, “Hi ladies. I’m Tae.” 

With his usual easy charm, he offered his hand, shaking around the group. The introductions were brief but polite, and it didn’t take long for your friends to pick up on the dynamics at play. The unspoken understanding that you and Taehyung were just friends was clear as day. Other observations, however, were quickly forming—particularly regarding Jimin and Jungkook, who were standing just a little too close, their attention shifting between you and the conversation.

“Seriously, it’s not a problem.” Taehyung continued, turning his attention back to you. “You could help us take down Jungkook.” 

At that, Jungkook scoffed from where he stood, arms crossed. “Excuse me?”

Taehyung barely acknowledged him, instead giving you his most dramatic, wide-eyed, brown puppy-dog stare. “And think about it, Y/N—we could sort of combine parties. A win-win situation.”

You hesitated, glancing at your friends. The idea wasn’t entirely awful, but—

“Oh, I don’t know…” You trailed off, shifting on your feet.

Your hesitation wasn’t just because of Jungkook. Not entirely, at least.

Jungkook, who had been silent up until now, finally spoke up, his voice carrying an edge of amusement. “What, scared to lose?”

You narrow your eyes in his direction. “Not at all.” 

“I think it’s a great idea!” Kenna chimes in. 

With that it was settled. The girls set up their lane while Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin wrapped up their current game. They were only a few frames away from finishing, which gave them just enough time to add your name to their board. The order was set: Taehyung, Jimin, Jungkook, then you.

And then, of course, the so-called guys from Neuro arrived.

Jackson and Will.

You actually knew both of them; surgical residents, unbearably arrogant, and exactly as obnoxious as you remembered. It was wild how the guy running Neuro was one of the kindest people you’d ever met, yet his residents were straight-up meatheads. Lucky for you, they seemed preoccupied, locked in some ridiculous display of charm with Kenna and Jea.

You had found yourself sitting with Jungkook. Luckily because of the long day you had and the lack of wine your mind wasn’t drifting like it was last week. The only distracting detail about him was that he smelled good. His lip ring which was on full display tonight was also noted. 

Not ideal but right now you would take it over having to make nice with things 1 and 2. You had also gotten yourself a drink and some food so you could pretend to be preoccupied. Except it was extremely quiet sitting here. You and Jungkook made no eye contact or said anything. Meanwhile, Jimin and Taehyung were deep in discussion, strategizing on how to beat Jungkook. Spoiler, it wasn’t going well.

“I gave you the right ball.” You pointed out to Taehyung, watching him scowl at his fingers like they had personally betrayed him.

“Yeah, and it turns out the ball wasn’t the problem.” Jungkook mumbled, which got a small laugh out of the both of you.

Jungkook stepped up to bowl next, a sleek black ball in hand. He took his time lining up the shot before sending it straight down the lane. Effortless. The ball smacked into the pins with an echoing crash, sending them flying in a perfect strike. Everyone clapped, minus Jimin, Taehyung, and yourself, all three of you trying to stay stubbornly unimpressed. He got the first strike of the two games. 

“Oh we are so cooked...” Jimin moaned next to you. 

“He literally doesn’t get tired.” Taehyung with slight annoyance lacing his voice. Almost like a petulant child.

“Awe come on boys. Just one strike. Doesn’t mean he’ll win.” You try to cheer them up but they both still have looks of defeat. 

“Oh my sweet naïve angel. Jungkook almost always wins.” Taehyung pats your arm, “Stop showing off!” 

“It goes like this every single time.” Jimin slumps down into his chair.

Looking down Jungkook was strolling back with a cocky nonchalance. He was good at bowling, you already knew that. That familiar almost knee jerk annoyance tickled the back of your mind. 

“Well you know what they say, you are either good at bowling or good at sex.” You kick your feet but you make Taehyung almost choke on his drink. Jungkook stopped dead in his tracks at your words. You had a cocky smile and he had his tongue in cheek look. “I guess we know which one you’re good at.” 

 Taehyung had to cover his face with how hard he was going to laugh. Jimin is unaware of the history and why he thinks it’s so funny. 

“Oh so the smack talk already begins. Why don’t we see you bowl?” Jungkook sank back down into his chair. Challenge filling the air. 

You may be talking out of your ass, you knew how to bowl but not like you were amazing. “Alright.” 

“Go Y/N!” Layla cheered, with few other whoops here and there. 

You approached the lane, selecting your ball with an air of nonchalance. You readjusted your wrist, lined up, and let the ball roll down the lane.

Pins scattered in a loud, violent clatter.

Strike.

Jimin and Taehyung both stood with some unanticipated excitement at your sudden show of bowling prowess. Which honestly may have been luck. You’ll take it, turning back to everyone and taking a confident bow. Jungkook had that all very familiar look in his eye. One you could so easily pull out of him in any argument. 

“Big deal. One strike.” He taunts, “Can you replicate it?” 

“Never thought I would encourage this but beat his ass Y/N.” Taehyung pointed at Jungkook, while taunting. 

You shrug, your ball coming back up the alley just in time. “Let’s find out.” 

Although it was now Taehyung's turn technically, you take your ball, doing the same thing you did the first time. No stress and not even thinking about it. You roll your shoulders back and send the ball down the lane just like the first time. Again, it was not elegant, but it was just enough. Split the lame, ten pin down. Strike two.

“Let’s go!” Jimin cheered from behind you, the girls cheering you as well.

With a cool smile you spun on your heel and sauntered back to your seat. High fiving Jimin as you sat down. Taking a sip of your drink made the strike feel so much better. You didn’t look at Jungkook but you can see him out of the corner of your eye. He was flipping his lip ring from side to side. It hadn’t gone past you that it was on display tonight.

Jungkook’s annoyance was clear though, and that put you on cloud nine.

It really was game on. The next few frames continued with tense silence between the two of you as you both went point for point, neither one of you really able to pull ahead of the other. It was actually uncanny because it had maybe been two or three years since you last had gone bowling. You didn’t complain, some cosmic machine was on your side today and you would take Jungkook down with it.

It was around frame five, Jungkook bowled a nine but picked up the spare. You at this point had gotten yourself so ramped up you were no longer sitting. Neither was Jungkook, everyone else was mingling but the two of you were so wrapped up in this game. This fierce competition had made the night even more fun for everyone else.

“Alright champ. You got this. You can easily bowl a nine or a strike and pull ahead of this guy.” Jimin had both of his hands on your shoulders, patting them like you were a wrestling champ.

You actually got to chat with Jimin tonight and he was a cool guy, very determined to see you beat Jungkook. “Thanks coach.”

As Jungkook was coming back to the table your were going up to the lane, bumping shoulders. Jungkook just rolled his eyes, not entertaining you. He didn’t want to show it but he was having a good time. He barely ever had competition with Taehyung or Jimin so to have someone he was actually competing with was… refreshing. To say the least.

“Awe Jungkook, so quiet. Slipping up on your game?” Taehyung taunted and Jungkook just brushed him off.

“Say’s the one with a measly 26 points right now.” Jungkook raised a brow to him.

“Hey, I’m fully invested in Y/N now. I’ve given up on me.” Taehyung says looked to you but then looking back at Jungkook with a mischievous grin. “Maybe something you should be doing too.”

“Stop it with that!” Jungkook shoves his shoulder. Another cheer roaring from Jimin and you in the lane. You bowled a strike this round. Which means Jungkook will need one next round to keep up. Both you and Jimin jumping up and down holding each other’s hands out of excitement.

You were on a roll and after today you seriously needed it. Beating Jungkook will be a welcome celebration after this week.

You step off to the side so Taehyung can come up and take his turn but caught in a small traffic stop with Jackson.

“Oh sorry.” You try to step around him but he stops you. He moves right in toe with you.

“You’re really good.” He compliments. A bit of a flirtatious tone layer his words. “You bowl often?”

You shake your head trying to take another step away. “Not really. It’s rare that I ever bowl to be honest.”

“So what do you do? I mean outside of the hospital and such?” Jackson continues, trying to maintain your attention. Which you were unsure how you managed to get caught in his cross hairs.

“Aren’t you here with Kenna or Jea or something?” You decide to redirect to his original night plans, which you look to Jea who seems to be pretty wrapped up in whatever Will is talking about so that answers that question.

“Not really.” He shrugs acting like it’s so casual, which maybe it was you didn’t know. “You work with Dr. Kim, right?”

“Uh yes but it’s temporary.” You scratch the side of your head. Somehow you had backed all the way up that you had made it back to your seat. Not to your avail, the guys were up doing things. Unfortunately the sanctuary that was your table is now being interrupted.

You try to see if Layla is unoccupied but she is about to bowl herself so she is completely distracted. Something in the way this guy is talking to you feels so college. He’s trying any tactic to keep your attention, so much so he is now sitting next to you.

“He’s a nice guy. I’ve meant to learn from him but he seems to favor that one guy. Yoongi is it?”

“Uh yeah Dr. Min. He’s very talented.” You try to look for any excuse, “I think it’s your turn to bowl.” You point back to their lane.

“I’ll just have Will bowl for me.” He waves it off.

“Listen… uhh Jackson.” You started but before you would say something else.

“Y/N.” You hear your name called from the lane. Looking over you see Jungkook holding his ball. Waving you over once you acknowledge him. You are confused for a second but you use the opening to escape. Thank god.

You saunter over, ready for whatever trash talk Jungkook probably has in store for you. “What? Admitting I’m a better bowler than you? I mean it’s clear as day.”

“First of all, never,” Jungkook scoffed, pointing his ball at you before holding it between his hands. “Second, you looked like you needed an out.”

You tilt your head, “What?”

“Bonehead number 5.” He subtly points back to Jackson who was still at the table. Kenna seemed to find her way to him again now. He looked a little less interested in talking to her as she was talking to him.

“Oh…” You paused for a moment, he noticed that? “Uhh yeah thanks. I was a little trapped I guess.”

He hummed in acknowledgment. “No worries. Now, watch closely. You can witness my incredible bowling skills up close.”

“I’m alright. I've been watching your shitty technique all night.”

“Shitty?” Jungkook's eyes widened at the remark. “My technique is anything but shitty.”

“Oh come on, it's barely practical. You make it look all fancy and sweep your leg all far out behind you.” You mimic the motion, which is exactly as you said it. “You look stupid.”

“Oh really? Then what is this?” Jungkook mimicking your oh so nonchalant throws. You didn’t really have a lot of flair to it. Just a simple easy swing. “At least mine looks interesting.”

“And ridiculous. Simple is always better.” You shrug.

The truth was both ways were working. Your scores reflected it. Neither of you was doing better, you were tied. You both were doing something right. Which continued to be reflected when Jungkook bowled another 9. Good, could be worse. Some playful boo’s came from Jimin and Taehyung.

“Awe, only a nine? Must be tough having to follow up my strike.” You shake your head like you were disappointed or something.

“I see after last week we are dropping all the niceties .” Jungkook commented, testing the water.

“Hmm, I only have so much kindness I can expend for you at one time.” You mused, watching him line up for his spare attempt.

Jungkook didn’t say anything right away, just lined up his shot and sent the ball rolling down the lane. You both watched as it curved slightly before knocking down the last pin with a satisfying clatter. A spare. Not bad.

He was still keeping up. “Games still afoot. I’ll need to keep working harder to stay ahead.”

“Barely ahead.” He holds up a finger to confirm his point.

“Please you just don’t want to admit that I have been ahead this whole time. You’re just playing a sad game of catch up.” Thus the trash talking continues. 

“I’m just biding my time for when you slip up.” “Just move so I can maintain my lead.” You brush past him, Jungkook decides he’s going to stay right here as well. Having a feeling his proximity will maybe just make you nervous enough. 

You get a good grip on your ball, but you can tell Jungkook is hovering. Standing just off to the side next to you, like you did him. Probably trying to see if it will rattle your game. Nice try demon spawn.

“Don’t mess up.” He said it right as you were about to throw the ball but you stopped yourself, glaring at him before you totally botched that throw.

“Fuck off.” You lightly shove the ball into his stomach. Jungkook in turn pretends to be injured holding his stomach all dramatically.

You ignore him, repositioning yourself in front of the lane. Just as you go to throw you catch a quick glimpse in the corner of your eye, he was observing you very intently. That one moment of hesitation affected the ball just enough. Having it tilt slightly to the left when it reached the pins. Only dropping 6 pins.

Jungkook took two paces, standing just behind you.

“You missed.”

“I know.” You look over your shoulder at him, you were fuming.

“You hesitated.”

“You did that on purpose.”

“Everything is fair game on this court.” Jungkook raises his arms up in surrender. With his arms up you take the full opportunity to push him back away. It was playful, and almost made you want to crawl out of your skin.

Jungkook laughs at the action and backs down. Going to sit back at the table.

The game continued, this time there was more civil banter. Which made Taehyung all the more annoying and in Jungkook’s ear and texts the rest of the night saying things like. God get married already. Do we need to leave you two alone? Get a room. Which Jungkook promptly ignored every single one. Not letting Taehyung continue to encourage this fantasy that he’s concocted.

Jungkook was still having that same feeling in the pit of his stomach. You were enjoying each other’s company for the first time in forever that wasn’t upheld by extreme intoxication. It was just hanging out, like any other set of friends.

So weird.

You had all come to the final frame. Jimin and Taehyung basically just gutter bawled their last attempts because they really did not care by this point. Layla and Kenna were still here, but Jackson bailed at some point. Jea and Will left together as well.

“You know, for this being my first impression of you. You’re literally so cool.” Kenna stands next to you as you were just waiting for your turn.

“Thank you.” You nodded, “Although it is just bowling.”

“I can’t bowl for shit, and you got your friend all up in a twist about it.” She shrugs, then points to Jungkook. Layla also standing here leans into you. “There anything going on there?” Her curiosity peaked, did you two just give off a vibe or something?

“God no.” You shake your head. “Just known each other for a long time.”

“He’s cute. It's a shame to let that all go to waste.” She bumps you as if to say you should be making a move.

You brush them off. “Please, he's the most obnoxious person I’ve ever met.”

“I don’t know. People who find each other annoying to spend the amount of energy you two do getting each other all riled up.” Kenna quipped.

Oh how you wish Melanie and Ash were here. They would be trash talking Jungkook with you, not calling him cute or whatever. 

Jungkook, for his final frame, had already thrown a strike. Then he followed up with a second one. They were quick. You get a third attempt with two strikes, but he only bowled a nine with that final throw. Then you stepped up, Taehyung and Jimin waiting in major anticipation.

“Finish him!” Jimin said in a gravely tone.

“You just need one strike and you have him.” Taehyung was basically bouncing out of his seat as you picked up your ball. Jungkook was already in the process of pulling off his bowling shoes, you were unsure if he was doing it because he was so confident he would win or he already has conceded.

Either way, you wanted to crush him.

You step right on up, rolling your shoulders. Then letting the ball glide from your hand down the alleyway. You knew the moment you let go though, it veered just slightly. Just enough. Then bam, strike.

“And that’s game.” You spin around, arms outstretched.

“You still have one more attempt, Make it hurt.” Jimin encouraged you.

You glanced down to the bowling balls that were left over. Deciding to finish it off using Jungkook’s. The black ball was way to heavy for you for sue but what a fitting end.

“I think I’ll finish it off with yours.” Holding the ball up in a taunting manner. As best you could because again, heavy.

Jungkook just watched in solemn defeat, as you barely threw his ball down the alley. Only hitting a few pins, but solidifying your win. Which got big cheers from Jimin and Taehyung and high fives all around. Jungkook’s winning streak has finally been broken by you. It had to sting and you hoped it did.

“Alright let’s get out of here.”

Pretty quickly you all cleared out. You were flying really fucking high now. What a way to end your week.

You said goodbye to Kenna and Layla who came together. You were fine heading home on your own and it was hardly late. But as you turned toward the door, you noticed that Jimin, Taehyung, and—surprisingly—Jungkook were still lingering behind.

Jimin slung an arm over your shoulder, voice laced with amusement. “Okay, so you officially have a standing invite now. As long as you keep beating him.” He jerked his thumb toward Jungkook, who was still a few steps behind, hands still deep in his pockets.

“Oh, I’ll use any excuse to make Jungkook look like a loser.” You teased, practically skipping with excitement.

Jungkook scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I’m not a loser.”

“Debatable.”

“Well,” Taehyung cut in, draping himself lazily over Jungkook’s shoulder, “I say, as a penalty for breaking his winning streak, Jungkook has to make sure our reigning champion gets home safe.”

Jungkook groaned loudly as Taehyung clapped him on the back, half-shoving him in your direction. “Come on, we never said there was a penalty.”

You smirked and kicked him lightly in the ankle, making him stumble slightly. “What a sore loser.”

“I’m not a sore loser.”

“Are too.”

“This is going to go on forever.” Jimin laughed, already backing away with Taehyung. “Have a good night. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Jungkook huffed. “If I don’t make it home alive, you’ll know where to look.”

Jimin and Taehyung waved him off, entirely unsympathetic.

As their voices faded, silence settled between you and Jungkook. You pulled out your phone, feeling the energy of the moment start to dissipate. Feeling a little awkward in the silence.

“You don’t have to.” You said before he could speak.

Jungkook blinked. “Huh?”

“I can get an Uber.” You clarified, tapping through the app. “It’s fine.”

Jungkook frowned slightly, glancing around. The parking lot was mostly empty now, save for a few stragglers. “It’s like a five-minute drive.”

You shrugged. “You live in the opposite direction.”

“So?”

“So… I don’t want to inconvenience you.”

Jungkook let out an exasperated sigh. “It’s not an inconvenience. It’s my penalty, remember?”

You hesitated, still watching your phone screen as it searched for a ride. Unfortunately, there weren’t many cars nearby, and the estimated wait time was creeping up by the second.

Jungkook caught sight of it, and before you could argue again, he tilted his head at you, voice dropping slightly. “You don’t have to be weird about it.”

That made you look up. Surprised by his proximity. “I’m not being weird and don’t stand so close.”

“You kind of are.” His gaze was steady, unwavering. “Unless you’re scared to be in a car with me?”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. You shove your phone back in your pocket, “Oh, please.”

“Then just get in the car.” His voice was softer now, but still firm. “It’s literally a five-minute drive.”

You held his stare, lips pressing together in thought. There was something about the way he said it—not teasing, not pushy, just... certain.

You conceid. “Fine. But if you are going to bitch and moan about losing the whole time i’m going to tuck and roll out of the car.”

Jungkook smirked, already heading toward his car. “Who says I won’t need too.” 

Jungkook was parked pretty close to the entrance. His car was nice, you wouldn’t be able to say what kind of car it was but it was clean. Sleek, looked expensive. Leather interior and everything. Sitting down though the scent of his cologne completely filled your senses. Oh this wasn’t good. It made your mind wander, and you had to rip it back to reality. 

Jungkook’s car was warm, the hum of the engine low and steady as he pulled out of the parking lot. You kept your gaze fixed on the window, watching the streetlights blur past, anything to keep your mind from acknowledging the way his cologne wrapped around you like a slow, suffocating trap.

Damn. Why did he have to smell so good?

Jungkook, to his credit, was quiet at first. He didn’t immediately start complaining about his loss, nor did he try to make conversation. It was almost... too quiet.

You risked a glance in his direction. His hands were steady on the wheel, his jaw tight, his brows slightly furrowed in concentration. He looked—careful. Hesitant, even.

“You always drive this slow?” You teased, cutting through the uncomfortable silence.

Jungkook scoffed, eyes flicking toward you before returning to the road. “I’m driving like a normal person.”

“Feels like you’re trying to drag this out.” You mused, turning back to the window.

“You think too highly of yourself.” He shot back, but you could hear the smirk in his voice.

You just shook your head, but didn’t push it further. The drive continued in an almost comfortable silence, the soft hum of the radio filling the space between you. The longer you sat there, the more you became acutely aware of him—his presence, the warmth of the car, the occasional sound of him drumming his fingers lightly on the wheel.

Then, without warning—

“I should’ve won.” Jungkook muttered, as if he’d been holding it the whole time.

You turned to him with a dramatic groan. “Oh my god.”

“I’m serious!” He continued, as if you hadn’t reacted. “You got lucky. That wasn’t skill.”

“It was absolutely skill.”

“It was a fluke.”

“A win is a win.”

Jungkook let out a scoff, shaking his head. “You got, like, three pins.”

“Three pins is enough to win.”

“You were aiming for the gutter.”

“I was not!” You reach over hitting him in the arm which doesn’t seem to elicit any reaction.

Jungkook gave you a side-eye so sharp you almost burst out laughing. “Next time, we’re doing best out of three.” He said, tone final.

“Next time?” You raised an eyebrow, leaning slightly toward him. “So you’re assuming I’ll go bowling with you again?”

Jungkook’s grip on the wheel tightened for just a second. He hesitated, but only for a beat before recovering. “You’d love the chance to beat me twice.” he shrugged. “Admit it.”

You pursed your lips, pretending to consider. “Maybe.”

Another moment of silence stretched between you. You shifted slightly in your seat, playing with the hem of your sleeve. Something about the atmosphere had changed. It wasn’t just playful now, it was charged. The kind of tension that settled heavy in the air, making it harder to breathe, making your thoughts stray to places you weren’t sure they should go.

And yet, Jungkook couldn’t help himself. “Your technique is still trash, though. Who taught you to bowl? Your grandma?”

You turned to him, brows knitting together. “What? You’re not serious.”

Jungkook glanced at you, confused by your sudden shift in tone. “What?”

“You don’t remember?”

His frown deepened. “Remember what?”

“You taught me.”

Jungkook blinked. “When?”

“In college.” You studied his face, waiting for recognition to hit. When it didn’t, you sighed. “We were working on that project together. It was after I told you about everything with David. We were both drained that week, and you suggested we go bowling to take our minds off things. I told you I sucked, and you spent the whole night showing me how to throw the ball properly.”

Jungkook went still, the memory slowly threading its way back into his mind. A pause, then—

“Oh my god,” he muttered, realization dawning. “I did.”

You laughed softly at his delayed reaction. “Yeah. You did.”

He let out a short breath, shaking his head as he fully processed it. “Damn. I really created my own downfall, huh?”

You smirked, settling back against the seat. “Who knew your own teachings would come back to bite you?”

Jungkook shot you a side glance, lips twitching. “That’s the last time I will ever help you.”

“Time to tuck and roll.” You fake the motion to open the door, not actually intending to open the door for real. Your sudden motion makes Jungkook reach for your arm. His fingers catching around the top of your arm. 

“You’re insufferable.” Jungkook’s hand lingered for a moment too long before letting you go. You adjusted back in your seat. Your hands resting in your lap. 

Silence hung between the two of you again, not uncomfortable. Quiet and charged. Your eyes scanned the dashboard. Look at the navigation in the middle. Scanning over everything, the first mistake being when your eyes accidentally caught their attention on his hands. A relaxed grip on the wheel. 

Get your eyes off his hands.

The small voice in the back of your mind was almost screaming and you complied and pulled your eyes away. You had done a pretty good job tonight at not letting your mind drift in that direction but the silence was not helping. 

Jungkook out of the corner of his eye could see you shift in your seat. He couldn’t place if you were comfortable or not. Probably not, just because. Well it was him. Your hand came up scratching the back of your neck but it had inadvertently moved some of your hair away. It immediately made Jungkook’s mind return to last weekend. You were innocently helping him stretch out his neck, nothing intimate about it but his mind went back there. 

It was about your hands being on him.

Because unfortunately he knew what that felt like now. It was imprinted in his mind. He stopped himself dead in the tracks. Not just because if it went any further he was going to have a serious problem, but because it wasn’t right. 

Yeah you guys slept together so what. Water under the bridge. 

You shifted again, and it caught his attention again. What was happening? Why was he suddenly so focussed every time you moved? He needed to think of anything else, work or animals or something.

He rested one of his hands on the shifter in the center. It caught your attention. His hand rested too casually and too close. Keep your eyes locked out the window. Watch the pretty lights and stop thinking about his hands. You were not that desperate. Remember he’s Jungkook, gross disgusting, we hate that guy. 

You were saved by the bell though because you recognized the street as yours. You would be home in no time and go take a very very cold shower or something. Within a moment Jungkook, stopped at what he recognized to be your building. Vaguely remembering it from when he walked you that one time. 

With zero hesitation you were basically leaping to get out of the car. “Well have a good night, loser.” You say before closing the door before Jungkook could get a word in, his face was priceless though because there was annoyance all over it. Walking as quickly as you could to get into your building. 

Jungkook drove home. Playing music as loud as he could to drown out any thoughts that could enter his mind. Wanted or not.

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qm é mais provável de namorar uma brasileira?

mais provavel

Namjoon: todos nós sabemos que o Nam ama o Brasil, então pra ele namorar uma brasileira não seria um problema, pelo contrário, ele iria adorar.

Hoseok: Ele com certeza adoraria namorar uma brasileira, já consigo imaginar ele num boteco com ela usando bermudão e de havaiana branca (não podemos esquecer a latinha de cerveja na mão).

Yoongi: Yoon não faria barulho em relação a nacionalidade da sua namorada, contanto que falasse fluentemente a língua que ele entendesse, pra ele tá ótimo!

Jimin: Creio que pra ele a nacionalidade seria somente um detalhe, porém seria complicado namorar alguém que mora do outro lado do mundo, então é muito provável que você tenha viagens constantes (ou permanente) pra Coreia.

Jungkook: Jeon, assim como o Yoon, não se importaria muito com a nacionalidade da namorada, pra ele contaria mais a conexão e coisas em comum com a parceira (sim, ela tem que cair na porrada com ele de vez em quando) e ter tempo pra dar atenção a ele.

Taehyung: O Tae é um cara mais fechado e na dele, então independente de ser coreana, brasileira ou gringa, demoraria um certo tempo pra ele iniciar um relacionamento com ela, ele optaria por alguém que tenha o estilo dele e entenda sua personalidade, ele é um cara mais "tradicional" e gosta de estar perto de quem gosta, então é mais provavel que namore alguém que fique perto dele e de sua família também.

Seokjin: Jin é o homem galã tradicional coreano. Ele é um cara bem tradicional e que gosta dos costumes de seu país, então de todos, EU acredito que ele daria prioridade a alguém de seu país e que tenha os mesmos costumes que os dele e de sua família. Claro que ele não recusaria namorar uma mulher so porque ela é brasileira, mas creio que ele se agrade mais de alguém "familiar" (coreana).

menos provável

[gguklmjplto]

Esclarecimento.

Olá, tudo bem? Estou aqui pra fazer um esclarecimento do motivo de ter ficado tanto tempo sem postar e aparecer. Não sei se alguém acompanha esse meu cantinho, mas achei que devia uma explicação, então vamos lá!

Primeiro motivo: Eu perdi o acesso à essa conta tem bastante tempo, e foi DO NADA! Meu antigo celular pifou e eu demorei para recuperar, até tentei começar uma nova, mas não deu nada certo. E isso tirou MUITO a minha motivação.

Eu comecei a trabalhar no final do ano passado, o que acabou com meu tempo livre e dificultou meu processo criativo. E, também, tirou minha motivação.

Estudo para o vestibular no meu tempo "livre", fora do trabalho. Então me resta realmente pouco tempo pra focar aqui.

Dito isso, queria esclarecer que não vou desistir desse cantinho, mas não posso prometer que os posts vão ser frequentes. Vou dar o meu melhor e me esforçar para que eu possa voltar algo que me dá uma felicidade enorme.

Enfim, obrigada se você leu até aqui. E, lembrando, minha ask está sempre aberta para pedidos, sugestões e perguntas! Um abraço 🎭

[toddynhoenesquick]

Imagine being RM's girlfriend and being able to see his face up close as he looks you in the eye.💑 Spend a lot of time talking about a new composition he's writing, or a movie you saw and thought he'd like it too :)

Little simple moments with him ♡

[brykooksblog]

[shadowshortieskye13666]

IMAGINE

On FaceTime Call With Your 7 Boyfriends

All: We Miss you Jagi, Love you!!!

Not Mine GIF

[unicorniabruxa]

*Você acaba de chegar da faculdade e decide contar ao seu namorado sobre seu novo parceiro de estudos, que também acabou por ser uma pessoa muito interessante. *

— Então, eu não entendi muito bem a matéria. Mas ele me ajudou muito e no final fiquei feliz por terem nos designado como parceiros. Ufa, estou a salvo por causa disso.

— É mesmo? —, Jeongguk disse sem emoção. — Que legal.

[kpopstormfics]

A-yo! Tudo bem?

Vem cá, me diz uma coisa: você tem gostos musicais peculiares? Passa horas da madrugada lendo histórias sobre uma galera que canta em línguas diferentes e chora vendo foto de homem bonito de olho puxado? Então você está no lugar certo! #chora

O K-pop Storm é um projeto criado por um grupo de amigas para falar de fanfics, kpop, escrita e surtos por culpa de idols que moram do outro lado do mundo. Embarca nessa com a gente (e chama as parça para trocar ideia por aqui, também)!

Nós somos onipresentes, que nem o Mark Lee: Facebook: K-Pop Storm Instagram: @kpopstorm.fics TikTok: @kpopstom.fics Tumblr: kpopstormfics.tumblr.com Twitter: @kpopstormfics Youtube: K-Pop Storm

Não se preocupe, você também encontra todos os links na bio do Instagram!

Fica ligada! Tem coisa boa vindo por aí 😉

[grazysocrazy]

Beyond The Society: The Noona, one Idol and a Baby (English version) - A delicate proposal (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/2nnRc9a3F6 What to do when your new love is the love of the whole world? Sara Rodrigues is a Brazilian woman who had just gone to settle in South Korea to start her life over and achieve again the success she had in Brazil before leaving, but now without the help of her parents or her ex-boyfriend. Only then does she feel that she will be ready to fulfill her greatest dream, which is to have a loving family, just like the one in which she grew up. But even before she reaches the success she seeks, love comes into her life and causes the plans she has made to change her order entirely. Your dream comes true ahead of schedule... And so love comes into your life, the one that comes from a small being and becomes the first love that wins her heart in that new country. And though it's not the way she imagined it would be, that little being conquers much of her heart. And before Sara realizes she ends up becoming the mother of a baby who needs a family, just like she did one day, however, nothing is so easy, because she becomes the mother of a baby that does not have its physical characteristics and in a country with certain taboos. But what about when another unexpected love comes along and that love is love from all over the world? What will Sara do and face when she realizes she's loving an Idol and not any Idol, but Min Yoon-gi from BTS!? Will Sara be able to overcome all cultural and emotional barriers to maintain a relationship with someone younger than her and who is accompanied by the whole world? Someone who has a slightly different teachings and maybe concepts too... Now she will have to try to fight against part of society that would already be against her for countless social and cultural reasons, to keep the two people she loves most in the world safe from all the media, and perhaps the bad impression that some will have on them for associating with a different person mainly on the outside.

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vamos brincar de "mais provavel e menos provável"? me mandem aí sobre o Bangtan que vou enumerar quem é mais provável de fazer tal coisaaaa

[gguklmjplto]

oooi gente, tudo bem? me desculpa pela demora. espero que gostem e se divirtam. qualquer coisa, minha ask ta aberta! um abraço! 🎭

REACTION — Você mais carente que o normal.

→ KIM NAMJOON:

Namjoon estava sentado no sofá, lendo o seu livro favorito quando você abriu a porta do seu apartamento. Ao vê-lo ali, toda a sua frustração causada pelo trabalho foram diminuídas.

Ele não tinha percebido sua chegada até você deixar suas coisas em cima da mesa e, praticamente, se jogar em cima dele em forma de um abraço apertado. E enchendo o rosto dele de beijos. Ele deixou escapar uma risada baixa com a sua atitude, normalmente você não agia assim. Mas ele tinha gostado.

— Boa noite pra voce também — Disse ele, em tom de brincadeira, enquanto fazia carinho pelo seu cabelo e aproveitando a sensação boa que era te ter perto.

→ KIM SEOKJIN:

Após sair do banho e se vestir, você foi até o quarto para procurar seu namorado, já que estava sentindo saudades. Ao chegar lá, o encontrou deitado na cama com a atenção voltada para o que passava na tv.

Você se aproximou da cama e se deitou do lado dele, aproximando seus corpos. Jin colocou um dos braços ao seu redor e levou a mão ao seu cabelo, te fazendo cafuné. Pode se ouvir uma risada baixa do garoto quando você disse que tava com saudades.

— A gente passou o dia todo juntos, amor. Como você ainda ta com saudades? — Ele disse, implicando com você.

— A gente quase não se viu essa semana, Jin... Ah, fica quieto e me abraça, ta?

→ MIN YOONGI:

Você tinha acabado de entrar no estúdio dele, foi levar um pouco de comida já que ele estava trabalhando desde de manhã. E esse era o motivo da sua inquietação o dia todo: estava sentindo falta de ter Yoongi por perto.

Então, no momento em que ele levantou para te agradecer pela comida, você o abraçou apertado. E beijava qualquer lugar que conseguia, do nariz ao pescoço. Yoongi soltou um sorriso, gostando do carinho e já imaginando o motivo.

— Desde quando você é carente assim? — Ele perguntou enquanto retribuia o abraço e te dando um selinho antes de voltar a trabalhar.

→ JUNG HOSEOK:

Hoseok tinha voltado para casa depois da turnê do BTS há duas semanas, mais ou menos. E, ainda sim, você sentia saudades sempre que ele tinha que sair de casa. Ainda mais quando ele passava o dia todo no estúdio de dança, como hoje. Então, você decidiu ir visita-lo.

Ao chegar lá e entrar na sala, você conseguia ver ele ensaiando o que parecia uma nova coreografia. Assistiu por alguns minutos até que ele percebeu sua presença, sorriu e caminhou em sua direção, perguntando o que você fazia ali.

— Não dá pra ficar esse tempo todo longe de você, Hobi!

— Parece que alguém ta mais carente que o normal, ein. — Ele respondeu, implicando com você.

— Vou terminar de ensinar os últimos passos e vamos pra casa fazer o que você quiser, prometo! — Hoseok disse antes de colocar a mão em seu rosto e te dar um selinho.

→ PARK JIMIN:

Jimin estava na sala, assistindo uma série qualquer que passava na tv. Seu foco estava totalmente no aparelho, até ele ouvir você o chamando.

Com isso, ele levantou e foi até o quarto, meio preocupado e perguntando o que você queria.

— Eu quero que você fique aqui comigo! — Você disse de maneira manhosa.

Ouvindo isso, Jimin abriu um sorriso ao falar que você tava mais carente que o normal, mas ele não achava isso uma coisa ruim.

Ele deitou perto de você, te abraçou e encheu seu rosto de beijos. Vocês ficaram assim pelo resto da noite, só aproveitando a companhia um do outro.

→ KIM TAEHYUNG:

Vocês estavam deitados no sofá, ele mexendo no celular concentrado e você tentando achar alguma coisa pra assistir na televisão. Ficou alguns minutos até perdeu a paciência com aquilo e bufou, irritada.

A única coisa que você realmente queria agora era um carinho do seu namorado. Por isso, você se aproximou dele até estarem abraçados e ignorou os pedidos, vindo dele, para você se afastar um pouco.

— Amor, eu to resolvendo umas coisas do trabalho, preciso me concentrar. — Não que ele não gostasse de ficar assim com você, longe disso. É só que ele precisava de ter total atenção no que fazia.

— Você ficou nele a tarde toda, é só um pouquinho, não vou te atrapalhar!

Ele riu com a sua carência repentina, se ajeitou embaixo de você e disse:

— Ta bom, acho que consigo fazer os dois.

→ JEON JUNGKOOK:

Fazia, mais ou menos, uma hora que Jungkook tinha dito que ia parar de jogar e, sem surpresas, ele ainda estava com os fones no ouvido e concertado na partida. Não que você não gostava que ele jogasse, o problema é ele tinha passado quase o dia inteiro naquilo, e você só queria um pouco de atenção. Ter passado o dia anterior todo com ele perto não era o suficiente.

Por isso, você entrou para o quarto de vocês e sentou no colo dele e o abraçou, sem avisar. O garoto tomou um leve susto mas retribui o abraço, te ajeitando em seu colo.

— Eu sabia que você não consegue ficar longe de mim, mas não sabia que era tanto assim. — Ele disse pra implicar com você, rindo em seguida. Você não disse nada pois sabia que, apesar da leve implicância, Jungkook se sentia da mesma forma com você.

[contosdobts]

Sol - Jikook

Aqui está o pedido da minha amiga francesa.

Faz mais de um ano que eu comecei a escrever, então eu não lembrava nada o que eu tinha pensado pro fim da história quando eu achei o papel na pasta perdida do terceiro ano.

Espero que gostem!!!

Personagens: Park Jimin e Jeon Jungkook

Gênero: Comédia romântica

Avisos: Fluffy e yaoi

Park Jimin arrumava o cabelo olhando emburrado para seu reflexo. Deixar os fios loiros arrumados estava sendo mais difícil que o normal. Park colocava os cabelos para o lado esquerdo, ficava horrível; para o lado direito, ficava pior ainda.

A porta se abriu e Jimin conseguir ver pelo espelho a figura alta e esguia de Jeongguk atrás de si. Suspirou, o garoto ficava lindo de qualquer jeito, até com as maçãs do rosto coradas por causa do calor excessivo da praia de Busan na qual eles passavam as férias de verão.

— Hyung, você ainda não se arrumou?! - o moreno olha para o mais baixo, impaciente. — Por deus, nós vamos para a praia, não para um desfile de moda!

O mais velho virou para Jeongguk com um biquinho adorável, e resmungou, com a voz doce:

— Eu não consigo arrumar meu cabelo. E pra você é fácil falar, você ficaria lindo até careca!

— Eu fico lindo até pelado.

— Essa frase soou horrível, Jeongguk.

O mais novo deu uma risada. Park Jimin era muito fofo, e embora Jeongguk já estivesse acostumado, não aguentava toda aquela fofura. Ele sentia que seu coração iria explodir em milhões de pequenos pedaços coloridos de confete. Eram muitas emoções e cores para apenas um adolescente emo gótico vampiro.

— Você está lindo assim. — Jeongguk diz bagunçando os cabelos de Jimin, fazendo o loiro resmungar com o trabalho de quarenta e dois minutos e quinze segundos perdido, e deu um beijo suave na testa de seu Hyung. - Vem, vamos.

Jeongguk pegou na mão pequena e quentinha de seu namorado, e entrelaçou delicadamente os dedos compridos nos pequenos de Jimin. Deixou que um pequeno sorriso de satisfação escapasse de seus finos lábios e caminhou até a porta de entrada da casa, se preparando para sair alegremente e correr pela praia, até que o mais baixo soltou um resmungo.

— O que foi? — O moreno olhou perguntou olhando para o mais velho.

— Nada, eu só resmunguei para ter história.

— Awn Hyung! Você é o melhor, mas não melhor que o Euler, o filho do vento!

— E você é o sol do meu jardim Jeongguk!

Awnnnn como eu sou romântica (desculpa gente) ^^ Cake

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Criminal, Jeon JungKook.

Inspirado em: Criminal/Britney Spears

Número de palavras: 1.406

Por: EmmaSoh_(SpiritFanfics)

Parte: 1 de 2.

Boa leitura e divirta-se.

“...Eu sei que você disse para eu me manter longe,

Eu sei que ele é como um cachorro perdido

Ele é um bad boy com o coração machucado

E eu sei que isso não é inteligente...”

1981, L.A.

Meu corpo estava arrepiado pelo contato frio do piso do banheiro com minhas coxas. Eu me encolhi contra a parede congelante, envolvendo meus braços ao redor do meu corpo.

Os barulhos continuavam martelando na minha cabeça, em um replay tortuoso demais.

A porta do banheiro se entre abriu e depois de alguns segundos alguém começou a caminhar na direção de onde eu estava. Abaixei a cabeça entre meus joelhos, tendo noção de que quem quer que fosse, saberia que eu havia visto o que ela tinha feito antes.

Os passos continuaram até estarem bem próximos de mim, então pararam.

Meus choramingos baixos deixaram um primeiro soluço sair por entre meus lábios.

- Eu te causo medo? – Não levantei o rosto, meus músculos estavam presos. – Não precisa. Você não é um de meus alvos, meu amor.

A “pessoa” se aproximou mais, se ajoelhado ao meu lado. Sua mão pairou sobre a minha cabeça, mas eu não pude identificar o que fazia. Quase ao tocar nos meus cabelos, meu pulso se levantou ao sentir a onde de pavor que sua proximidades me causava.

- N-não! Nem pense em tocar em mim! – Me empurrei com minhas pernas para longe, deslizando para perto de uma das pias. – Eu vi o que fez! Você... Aqueles negócio que saíram de você. – Minha onda de coragem emanava de meus poros, a adrenalina fez meu coração acelerar.- Que tipo de monstro você é?

Com movimentos suaves como o seu respirar, ele se levantou e a escuridão que escondia seu rosto, junto com a longa capa preta de chuva que o cobria, desapareceu, dando lugar ao olhar que me causava segurança, assim que ele puxou a toca da capa para baixo.

- Você é muito pior do que minha mãe imaginava.

Murmurei mais para mim do que para ele. Seu sorriso pareceu entregar o que ele pensava. Caminhou até mim e se ajoelhou na minha frente.

- Você é meu amuleto da sorte, amor. – Suas mãos me aproximaram de si. – Me conhece por inteiro agora. – Suas mãos aproximaram meu rosto do seu, roçando meu nariz ao seu. – Meu lindo Porto seguro.

Ele murmurou próximo ao meu rosto.

- Você é muito mal comigo. E eu sou muito burra. – Suspirei, decepcionada. – Me dá tantas chances de ir embora, mas eu nunca vou. – abracei ele, sofrendo pela minha decisão.- Você não deveria fazer isso com as boas garotas.

Ele riu, me dando um leve selar nos cabelos.

- Eu só queria te liberar do desastre que eu sou, mas você não parece se querer ver livre. – Seu corpo se levantou, ainda comigo presa em seus braços. – E, pode parecer meio egoísta...- Ele fixou seu olhar em mim. – Eu agradeço a cada dia por você não me deixar.

././.

Quando eu o conheci, eu era uma boa menina. Gentil, educada e, principalmente, controlada pela minha mãe.

Naquele dia, eu havia tido o pior dia da minha vida. Eu havia sido parcialmente destruída por dentro. O Bullying havia ferido até a parte mais forte de mim.

Então eu corri para casa, porque todas aquelas pessoas eram más demais para alguém como eu. Que havia sido criada como a porcelana mais delicada. Eu só não planejava entrar em um beco que não deveria.

O grupo que saiu das sombras me cercou, me segurou, riu de mim, rasgou meu vestido e machucou minha pele. Foi quando ele chegou. Foi rápido, na logo ele me perguntava sobre o que eu sentia.

Eu só tremia e chorava. Os caras que antes me agarraram, agora se encontravam no chão. Meus joelhos pareciam de gelatina, falharam e me levaram ao chão.

Minha visão turva me deixava confusa, minha mente e meus pensamentos me deixavam louca em choque contra o chão tudo desliga como um simples retirada de bateria num celular que travava.

Acordo em uma superfície fria que logo arrepia minha espinha, na deixando aguçada aos sons em minha volta que continha barulhos de passos corridos, na qual parecia ser de saltos que se aproximavam, tento abrir meus olhos mais uma luz branca invade minha visão, logo vejo que é um hospital onde estou.

A mulher que vejo é minha mãe, caminhando de um lado a outro do quarto.

Após todos os exames, recolhemos minhas coisas e voltamos para casa. Tudo parece bem agora, mas eu não tirava o cara que havia me salvado da cabeça.

Durante a semana fico de repouso pós traumático, mas na outra semana tenho que voltar para a faculdade. Não poderia perder tanta matéria assim.

Naquele mesmo dia, uma segunda sem graça, onde meus braços doíam por carregar todos aqueles livros, a chuva fina se tornava uma ventaria em pouco tempo.

Parada na saída da faculdade, esperando tudo se acalmar para ir embora, aquela moto para na minha frente. O vento fez os cabelos dele voarem. Ele colocou o capacete sobre a própria moto e caminhou até mim.

Sua mão agarrou a minha, me puxando para longe de onde eu estava. Me levou até a moto e me deu um capacete.

Eu não conseguia pensar, ele me passava segurança, mas também mostrava que a maldade estava em si.

Subi na moto e ele fez o mesmo, me deixando ficar agarrada a si, enquanto ele pegava minha bolsa e a passava para seus ombros.

Meus olhos se fecharam e só se abriram quando eu já estava em casa. Ele me deixou descer, pegou o capacete de volta e me devolveu a bolsa e logo não estava mais na minha visão.

Naquele dia, uma árvore caiu sobre a faculdade, sobre a parte que eu estava. Minha mente travou.

Durante meses, ele me vigiou. Ele nunca falava nada, mas sabia que eu sentia sua presença ao meu redor.

Quanto mais o tempo passava, mais eu descobria sobre ele. Sobre sua “fama”, que não era toda mentira.

Jeon JungKook era o pior de todos, matava sem pudor, mas nunca deixava rastros.

Não havia sangue ou armas. Todas as mortes eram descritas como “causas naturais”.

No meu aniversário de 18 anos, ele estava lá. Eu queria saber como ele havia entrado ali. Mas não perguntei e ele não se aproximou. Não até o final da festa.

Eu estava com as pernas dormentes, o salto formigas meus pés. Saí para o lado de fora da minha casa, me sentando na grama.

Os passos se tornaram próximos, ele se abaixou até estar na minha altura.

Beijou meus lábios de leve, sua boca fria e trêmula.

- Você é um puta problema.

Murmurou, ouvi a tensão dele sair com sua risada leve.

- Eu sei. – Eu ri, sentindo que, mesmo que não tivéssemos conversado ainda, tínhamos uma ligação forte demais. – Mas você parece me salvar de criar mais desses problemas.

Ele se sentou ao meu lado.

- É porque eu sou um dos piores problemas, eu sei como eles acontecem.

Olhei para o céu.

- Por que? – A confusão em seu olhar foi explícita. – Tudo, tudo isso. O que você quer? O beijo, tudo mais...

Ele mordeu o lábio.

- Feliz aniversário? – Ele falou, em um tom de pergunta. – Me sinto melhor quando nós dois apenas ficamos calados, me sinto intimidado por suas palavras.

Ele era muito mais misteriosos do que um jovem delinquente. Eu sabia que por trás da jaqueta de couro e da moto preta havia algo mais profundo.

- Você é estranho. Me confunde e me faz pensar que eu sou o real problema, mas você me faz ansiar para que venha me salvar deles. – Ele me olhou, sem atenção as minhas palavras. – E eu nem sei o seu nome.

Ele se levantou e bateu em suas próprias calças.

- Jeon.

Murmurou, na mesma calma casual.

- Não é seu nome, aposto.

Respondi, olhando para qualquer lugar que não fosse ele.

- É o que alguém como você precisa saber sobre mim.

E então ele foi embora. Simplesmente.

E nada fazia sentido. Nada.

- Alguém como eu?

Suspirei, me jogando na grama novamente.

Foi assim que todos os problemas que eu não pedi começaram.

“...Mas, mamãe, eu estou apaixonada por um criminoso

O amor que não é racional

É físico

Mamãe, por favor, não chore

Deixando a razão dele lado

Não posso negar

Eu amo aquele cara...”

[ultrayoongi]

19 de Outubro (Park Jimin - BTS)

Demorei mas cheguei com a one shot desse homem maravigold pra vcs :3 Tenham uma boa leitura, espero que gostem <3

09 de Março, 2018 - Hwannie? Você está acordada ainda? - senti o suave toque que só ele tinha acariciar meu rosto calmamente - Estou, sim, Jiminnie. Mas daqui a pouco acho que a gente podia ir dormir. To morrendo de sono! - me ajeitei em seus braços, que me envolviam pela cintura, e me aninhei em seu peito - Amanhã é o aniversário da Yoona, e eu quero que seja tudo perfeito! – suspirei. - Fica calma, amor! Você e o Namjoon já deixaram tudo pronto, não deixaram? Então. Ela vai adorar! - ele beijou cuidadosamente o topo da minha cabeça e iniciou um carinho nas costas da minha mão, que estava entrelaçada na sua. - E se ela descobrir? - me virei, ficando de frente para Jimin, que ainda me abraçava pela cintura enquanto estávamos sentados no sofá do nosso apartamento. - HwaYoung. Ela vai estar na faculdade enquanto a gente termina de arrumar tudo! Relaxa, respira fundo, conta até 10. Ela não desconfia de nada! - ele sorriu. Aquele sorriso sempre me deixava tranquila. Jimin tinha esse poder, me deixava segura, me trazia um tipo de felicidade que eu nunca tinha sentido antes. Acho que é isso que chamam de amor. - Tem certeza? - fiz biquinho só para vê-lo bufar e virar os olhos, como sempre. - Sim, Hwa! - ri quando o previsto se concretizou. Dei lhe um selinho rápido e sorri. - Te amo, Jimin! - segurei seu rosto o aproximando cada vez mais do meu. - Te amo mais, HwaYoung! - ele sorriu e acabou com o pequeno espaço que tinha entre nós. Mesmo depois de... 5 anos?! Isso, 5 anos juntos, ele ainda conseguia me tirar o fôlego com um simples beijo, sem nenhum tipo de intenção além daquilo. Ele era tudo que eu sempre quis. Ele era o único que fazia borboletas voarem livres em meu estômago, o único que me deixava nas nuvens. - Mmmgh... - ele resmungou durante o beijo, finalizando o com um selinho. - Fale – sorri, ainda muito próxima, tentando recuperar o ar perdido. - Lembra que hoje mais cedo eu disse que queria te mostrar uma coisa? - ele sorriu, ajeitando o cabelo que eu havia bagunçado, como sempre. - Ah sim! - concordei com a cabeça. - E que eu disse que era importante e você quase arrancou minha cabeça fora dizendo que nada era mais importante do que a festa surpresa da sua melhor amiga? - ele arqueou as sobrancelhas, imitando minha voz de um jeito afetado, me fazendo rir. - Desculpa, amooor! Eu to nervosa, e você sabe muito bem que se tudo... - ele me deu um selinho, impedindo que eu terminasse de jogar as palavras que não importavam naquele momento. - Hwa, já passou! - sorriu e me puxou para mais perto pela cintura, me fazendo sentar em seu colo, de costas para a TV. - Certo. Me mostra? - ele me fez levantar, e logo depois se levantou também, começou a procurar alguma coisa no bolso de seu agasalho que eu havia jogado para o outro lado da sala durante algum momento da noite. Ele pegou um papel e sorriu fraco, voltando até onde eu lhe esperava, sorrindo. - Lembra esse dia? - ele me entregou o pedaço amassado de papel. Era uma foto. Uma foto de... - Oh meu Deus, Jimin! Olha isso! Esse dia. Essa dia foi... - Onde tudo começou! - ele sorriu e me abraçou por trás, encostando seu queixo em meu ombro e passando seus braços pela minha cintura. - Eu... - não conseguia acreditar no que estava na minha mão - onde você achou? - Ah, ontem quando eu estava ajudando o Namjoon com as fotos do painel para a Yoona, ele encontrou isso aqui e me deu. Achou que você fosse gostar de ver! - E ele acertou. Nossa, Jimin! Olha pra gente! - era uma foto de 5 anos atrás. A primeira vez que nossa relação passou do ponto amizade. Onde nossas vidas mudaram. - O Namjoon tinha um cabelo muito estranho - Jimin riu baixinho - Ele já amava a Yoona. Ele sempre a amou secretamente. Olha a cara de apaixonado do cara! - apontou para um Namjoon sorridente, que olhava para Yoona ao seu lado com cara de criança querendo doce. - Olha a minha cara! - coloquei meu dedão tapando meu rosto vermelho, me recordo perfeitamente de como estava nervosa naquela noite. De um lado, tinha um Jimin totalmente diferente, e era perceptível pela sua expressão ver seu nervosismo, provavelmente por estar me abraçando na foto, do outro minha melhor amiga e seu atual namorado do seu lado segurando sua mão desajeitadamente. Dizíamos que aquela foto era 'a foto dos casais apaixonados', a foto que despertou a paixão no coração de todos. - Você sempre foi linda, para com isso! - Jimin tirou meu dedo da foto e deu um beijinho na ponta do mesmo. - Foi nesse dia que você me disse isso pela primeira vez. – sorri. - Foi nesse dia que demos nosso primeiro beijo. - ele me virou de frente para ele, e pude ver um sorriso brincando no canto de seus lábios - O primeiro de muitos!

19 de Outubro, 2013

Ele estava ali. Tão... fora de alcance? A poucos metros de mim estava meu sonho de consumo em carne e osso. Ali, olhando para o céu azulado de início da primavera que encanta a todos. Sozinho. Total e completamente sozinho. Aquela era minha chance, mas como chegar nele? Em minha cabeça, ele era tão superior, tão “nunca vou tê-lo de verdade” que a coragem custava a aparecer. E para piorar, ele estava... ele estava de terno. Isso mesmo, terno. Imagina o cara da sua vida usando um terno, e depois pensa que no casamento de vocês ele estará usando uma roupa quase igual. Entende o desespero? A festa de gala que JungKook tinha organizado já estava quase no final, todos resolveram ir comer os tão amados e esperados docinhos. Menos eu e ele, que permanecíamos juntos, mesmo que ele não percebesse minha presença ali. Destino? Eu havia esperado minha vida toda para ficar sozinha com aquele garoto, e na oportunidade perfeita, simplesmente travei atrás da porta de vidro que separava o grande salão de festas da ampla varanda, onde ele parecia estar perdido nas brancas nuvens. Me lembro perfeitamente de como todas as garotas tinham o sonho de tê-lo como ‘namorado’ ou qualquer coisa do tipo. Ele era o desejo de todas. Diziam que ‘quem tirasse seu “bv”, seria a rainha da escola’ . Simplesmente ridículo. Para que ser ‘rainha da escola’, quando o melhor era ter Jimin? Jimin... ele era bonito, simpático, realmente legal, fofo... tudo. Seu único problema era a imaturidade, nunca tinha ficado com ninguém, ou ao menos tocado os lábios de qualquer garota. Não por falta de opção, mas por achar que esse momento tinha que ser com alguém especial de verdade, não com qualquer uma. Assim como eu. E ele era o meu cara especial. Eu sabia desde a primeira vez que o vi. Yoona também tinha uma quedinha (ou penhasco) por ele, tanto é que compartilhávamos nosso amor pelo mesmo cara. ‘Se você ficar com ele, eu vou ficar feliz como se eu tivesse ficado!!!’ Melhor amiga é para isso, não? - Hwa? – ouvi a voz mais doce pronunciando meu nome. Nome não, apelido. Naquele momento, foi como se meu coração tivesse simplesmente parado. Ou estava tão rápido que nem sentir as batidas eu conseguia – Vem aqui! – ele disse, abrindo o sorriso mais maravilhoso que eu já havia visto em toda a minha vida. Desencostei da porta de vidro e me dirigi a ele. Provavelmente ele percebeu que estava sendo observado pela bobona apaixonada e resolveu chama-la para ‘tirar uma’. - Oi – sorri, encarando os pés. Contato visual? Com o Jimin? Nunca. A não ser que o objetivo seja eu ficar sem fala e sem movimento, totalmente paralisada e perdida em seus olhos. - A festa está bonita, não? - ele sorriu novamente, me deixando cada vez mais transtornada. Assim que seu olhar se voltou para o céu, consegui me recompor e suspirar algumas centenas de vezes, o mais baixo possível. - Muito! Não é todo dia que a gente vai numa festa como essa! – sorri, mordendo meus próprios lábios. Quando ele está perto, eu simplesmente não sei como agir, não sei o que falar, quais palavras usar! É tão confuso e tão perfeito e tão... Difícil! Por que o amor é tão complicado? - Temos que aproveitar. - seu olhar se voltou para mim. Ele me encarava, e eu encarava de volta. Não tinha mais controle sobre minhas ações. Eu estava olhando para ele e respirando ao mesmo tempo. Não me pergunte como. Eu não conseguia desviar, seus olhos tinham o absurdo poder de me aprisionar, hipnotizar. Ele deveria ser proibido de olhar tão profundamente para uma menina que nutre um sentimento tão forte secretamente. Um sorrisinho brincou no canto de sua boca, como eu queria aquela boca! Naquele instante, era realmente tudo que eu queria. - Jimin. - quebrei inconscientemente o silêncio que havia se instalado entre nós - Você... já teve vontade de beijar? - tentei medir as palavras, mas não deu certo. Eu sabia a que ponto queria chegar. Sabia que ele riria e eu tomaria o maior fora da história. Mas a situação era tão perfeita que me deixei levar pela magia do momento, e quando caí em mim, já tinha soltado a frase toda, e me arrependido também. - Como assim? - ele riu, fraco - Claro, HwaYoung! Todo cara tem. Mesmo sendo bv - ele parecia desconfortável. Como eu sempre estrago tudo? Senti que sair correndo era o melhor a fazer, mas ele iria me achar mais idiota do que já achava, então o melhor era... - Desculpa! Não foi isso que eu. - soltei as palavras de uma vez, tudo embaralhado. - Hwa, relaxa! - ele riu e depositou sua mão quente em meu ombro, se aproximando. Meu estômago deu uma volta, minha cabeça girou, meu coração explodiu. Um mero toque quase acabou com a minha sanidade física e mental. Minhas pernas perderam a força, e a única coisa que fui capaz de fazer foi sorrir de canto - Sabe, as pessoas acham que falar nesse assunto para mim pode ser constrangedor ou sei lá! Mas na verdade, é ate legal! Ser bv na nossa idade não é para todos - ele deu uma leve piscada e se virou para frente novamente, encarando o céu. - O céu parece mais bonito hoje. - comentei sem querer, mudando completamente de assunto. Se nervosismo matasse... Nós dois olhávamos para as nuvens em sincronia, mas em distância. Cada um com seus próprios pensamentos, mas ainda sim juntos. - Não mais que você - ele sorriu sem olhar para mim. Senti minhas bochechas queimarem instantaneamente, ele me acha bonita? Queria cavar um buraco na terra para ele não perceber o efeito que tinha sobre mim, queria agarrá-lo de uma vez, queria. Queria ele. Mais que tudo. Fiquei estática, já não conseguia falar nem me mexer de novo. Essa conversa havia sido a mais duradoura e mais perfeita que já tinha acontecido com nós dois. Não conseguia nem acreditar. Ele estava ali do meu lado olhando para o céu comigo e disse que eu estava mais bonita do que aquele dia radiante. Para ele talvez, mas para mim... Aquele dia seria para sempre. Alguns minutos depois, senti seu braço envolvendo-me pelos ombros. Não me mexi. Ele havia me abraçado, Jimin estava me abraçando. Me segurei para não gritar de alegria, me segurei para não bater na minha cara ou me jogar na grama verde da varanda. Aquele abraço era... Era quase tudo que eu precisava para me sentir completa. - Hwan? - dessa vez ele quebrou o silêncio, me fazendo tremer novamente. Ouvir sua voz tão perto era tão impossível que quando realmente aconteceu, não consegui acreditar. - Sim? - olhei para seu rosto de lado perfeito. Como podia ser tão bonito? Ainda mais naquele ângulo inédito. Inédito por mim. - Você quer tentar? - ele corou dessa vez, mas não entendi por que. Não de primeira. Estávamos tão próximos não raciocinava mais. - Tentar? - arqueei as sobrancelhas. - Tentar... - ele ficou de frente para mim num movimento rápido, e instantes depois segurava meu rosto entre suas mãos. Minha cabeça estava a mil, meu coração provavelmente já havia parado. Eu não tinha mais controle sobre meu corpo, o pingo de sanidade que me restava escorreu naquele segundo. Ele sorria, tímido, e encarava minha boca, enquanto eu não conseguia decidir entre seus olhos tão indecifráveis e sua boca tão desejável. Se aproximou mais um pouco e pude sentir sua respiração quente em minha bochecha. Respirar, era isso que eu precisava fazer. Estava estática, o medo de que ele ouvisse meus batimentos cardíacos me corroía por dentro, o medo de agir por impulso, o medo de ser tudo uma grande brincadeira. Afinal, não era segredo para ninguém a louca paixão que Kim HwaYoung  sentia por Park Jimin. Ele deu um último sorriso e finalmente juntou nossos lábios com delicadeza. Uma explosão de sentimentos tomou meu corpo. Fogos de artifício pareciam estourar em meu estômago enquanto borboletas voavam livres no mesmo lugar. Fiquei confusa sobre abraçar-lhe pelo pescoço ou arranhar sua nuca ou apenas deixar os braços soltos. Optei por abraçá-lo e me deixei levar. Tinha um ritmo no beijo, algo além do imaginável. Aquilo era tão bom, tão 'tudo que eu sempre sonhei'. Esperei tanto por aquele momento que era quase incapaz de acreditar. Se alguém me dissesse dias antes que eu beijaria o Jimin na festa, eu riria e diria 'da onde você tirou isso?'. Ele finalizou o calmo beijo com alguns selinhos, e se distanciou minimamente, apenas para me encarar. - Então? - ele sorriu e me abraçou pela cintura, meio indeciso. Sorri e colei nossos corpos, deixando o aparentemente mais tranquilo. - Foi perfeito. - disse bem baixinho. Talvez ele não tivesse gostado ou... - Oi? – questionou, colocando sua testa junto a minha - Eu não ouvi direito. - Foi perfeito!! - eu sorri e lhe dei um selinho novamente. Naquele momento, pelo menos, eu tinha aquela liberdade. Tinha que aproveitar ao máximo o melhor dia da minha vida. - É... Acho que eu gosto de beijar! - ele riu debochadamente e juntou nossos lábios novamente - Beijar você! - ele disse entre o beijo, me fazendo cada vez mais feliz, aquele menino, com poucas palavras, poucos toques, conseguia me levar ao céu, a lua, a qualquer lugar bem longe da terra. Qualquer paraíso longe da terra. - Ei, para! Ai, Namjoon, calma! Aqui não! - ouvimos uma voz feminina muito conhecida se aproximando enquanto ria alegremente. Separamos o beijo desajeitadamente e encarei Jimin, sorrindo fraco e balançando a cabeça negativamente. Avistei minha melhor amiga passando pela porta de vidro onde eu estava minutos atrás, mas, diferente de mim, tinha um cara colado no pescoço dela, que parecia se divertir (e muito) com a situação. - Yoona? - eu disse, rindo da cara assustada que ela fez. A mesma ajeitou o cabelo e puxou o próprio vestido uns dedos para baixo, enquanto corava rapidamente e sorria nervosa. - Oi, Hwa! Não tinha te visto aqui com o... Jimin?! - ela abriu um dos maiores sorrisos que eu já tinha visto em seu rosto. Olhei para o meu garoto de canto e vi suas bochechas ficarem rosadas, e seu olhar seguia para seus pés. - Oi, Namjoon! - Jimin disse sarcástico - A festa está boa, não está? - arqueou as sobrancelhas, vendo o amigo passar as mãos pelos cabelos nervoso também. - Está, sim, para todos, não é, HwaYoung? - Namjoon sorriu para mim, e abraçou Yoona por trás, encostando o próprio queixo no ombro da confusa menina, que não sabia se o beijava, se ria ou se continuava pasma. - Sim, muito boa! - sorri e senti o braço de Jimin novamente em meus ombros. Entrelacei nossos dedos por cima de meu ombro e dei um beijinho nas costas da mão dele, que pareceu feliz com meu ato. - Bom, estamos indo para... - Yoona começou, nervosa. - Outro lugar - Namjoon sorriu malicioso e arrastou a menina para fora dali, quase comendo seu pescoço. O silêncio novamente tomou conta do espaço, e naquele momento já começava o pôr do sol. - O tempo passou rápido. – disse, olhando para o céu alaranjado, que combinava com meu vestido. - E nós nem percebemos. - ele sorriu e fez sinal para nos sentarmos na grama. Concordei com a cabeça e me sentei ao seu lado, encostando minha cabeça em seu ombro. - Nada vai mudar, vai? - eu disse de repente. Tinha medo da resposta, tudo que eu queria era ele. Mas não poderia ficar me Iludindo para sempre. Podia ser só um beijo. Podia ser o início de algo de verdade. Poderia ser qualquer coisa, nós só tínhamos que decidir. - Hwa, isso só o tempo pode dizer. - ele disse com calma. Meu coração, que antes batia fortemente, fora despedaçado tortuosamente com aquelas seis tristes palavras. - Claro. - olhei para a grama, segurando as lágrimas que quase rolaram. Fui tola, idiota, mais que isso! Onde Park Jimin ficaria comigo? - Um cara como você nunca. - HwaYoung. - ele segurou meu queixo, me obrigando a encará-lo - O tempo me diz - fez uma pausa para um suspiro pesado - que algo pode começar agora. - ele sorriu e me abraçou forte. Dei um leve tapa em seu braço, eu realmente acreditei que estava levando um fora e já tinha me desesperado, estava me preparando para mudar de escola, mudar de país. Não que ali fosse começar um noivado ou algo do tipo, mas as coisas haviam mudado. Ele não era apenas a minha paixãozinha adolescente, ele era a minha paixãozinha adolescente que pela primeira vez me fez sentir como se eu fosse a garota mais feliz, mais sortuda do mundo. Ali, naquele abraço, senti que ele poderia ser meu de verdade, que o 'tão-fora-de-alcance' não existia mais (não tão concretamente). Esperei tanto por aquilo e... Finalmente consegui. Atingir seus objetivos é tão gratificante! Ainda mais quando é o homem da sua vida em jogo. Sim, ele era o homem da minha vida.

09 de Março, 2018

- Era bom ser criança... com 14 anos nem tinha beijado, hein, Jimin! - sorri e me joguei no sofá novamente. - Olha quem fala! Você também não tinha nem chegado perto! - ele deu de ombros e se sentou do meu lado. - Como não?! Não se lembra daquela vez que... que... - ele riu da minha confusão e acabou tomando um pedala. - Que vez, HwaYoung? Eu fui o seu primeiro cara, em tudo, na verdade! – sorriu, satisfeito. - E eu fui a sua primeira garota, em tudo, na verdade! - imitei sua voz de uma maneira irritante e revirei os olhos. - Hwa... Não faz assim! - ele colocou seu corpo sobre o meu, me abraçando forte - É brincadeira! - Por quê? - questionei devagar. - Por que o quê? - ele se afastou para me olhar. - Por que você nunca tinha pegado ninguém? Todas as garotas te amavam. - Por que nenhuma delas era você. - ele colocou uma mecha do meu canelo atrás de minha orelha - Eu sempre fui apaixonado por você, mas como eu nunca tinha beijado, eu era inseguro e besta, mesmo sabendo que você era completamente apaixonada por mim. – sorri, olhando para o chão, ele ainda me fazia ficar sem graça - Naquele dia, antes da festa, Namjoon me disse que tentaria algo com a Yoona, ele não aguentava olhar para ela sem pensar besteira. E me falou para tentar alguma coisa com você. E você facilitou tudo para o meu lado, foi só... - Me beijar da forma mais maravilhosa do mundo - o interrompi, sorrindo e lhe olhando nos hipnotizantes olhos. - Foi tão bom assim? - Você sabe que foi - ele sorriu, convencido, e eu revirei os olhos novamente. - Ei! Olha aqui. - segurou meu rosto pelo queixo, me obrigando a encará-lo - A gente é para sempre - ele sorriu com o canto da boca. - Desde sempre, para sempre, bobão. - soltei aquela frase clichê e o agarrei pelo pescoço, beijando-o com vontade, e logo depois já estávamos deitados no sofá. Eu sabia que tínhamos que dormir, mas quem se importava? O dia seguinte seria de festa, por que n��o começar a festa em casa? Quando éramos menores, Jimin era realmente apenas um sonho. Depois daquele 19 de outubro, finalmente descobri que ele sempre nutrira algo a mais por mim e... Olha onde estamos. Se nosso primeiro beijo não tivesse sido assim, provavelmente eu não seria a mulher mais feliz do mundo.

Nhooooooo :3  Avisinho rápido pra vocês: Eu ainda tenho uma reaction na ask pra fazer, mas meu teclado tá com bug e eu não consigo digitar nada corretamente. Peço que tenham paciência e, enquanto eu não compro outro, vou postar apenas as OS prontas <3 Pedidos permanecem abertos :)

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BTS no Sexo

Jin;

-Gosta de sexo carinhoso

-Jin não fode, ele faz amorzinho gostoso

-Prefere ser algemado do que te algemar

-Os movimentos dele são suaves e gentis

-Jin coloca amor em tudo que faz

-Do tipo que faz amor em baixo da coberta

-Depois do sexo, faz algo pra comer

-"Amor, eu já falei, não vou te dar tapas..."

Yoongi;

-Curte sexo selvagem porém fica com preguica de fazer

-Gosta de umas posições específicas

-Yoon adoraria te dar tapas na bunda e até na cara se você pedisse

-O sexo favorito dele era o de vocês na cadeira do estúdio

-As vezes fodem bebendo vinho

-Adora chupa uma buceta, ainda mais a sua...

-"Abre as pernas, quero te chupar."

Hoseok;

-Ele gosta de fazer lap dance pra você

-Sempre pede pra você rebolar nele

-Fodem ouvindo alguma música sexy

-Tem fetiche em lingeries

-Usa seus movimento de dança no sexo

-Gosta de sexo oral, mas prefere estar dentro de você

-Ele ama chupar seus peitos

-"Você é muito sexy..."

Namjoon;

-Joon tem o perfil bem daddy, então...

-Sexo pra ele é algo bastante importante, mas não o principal

-Ele faria de tudo pra te levar a loucura

-Te fazer ter orgasmos era a meta principal dele

-Usa brinquedos sexuais em você

-Seriam um casal aberto a vários tipos de experiências

-Tapas, puxão de cabelo e palavrões nunca falta na foda

-"Que tal foder no carro novo? Inauguração sabe..."

Jimin;

-Seria uma mistura de romântico e safado

-Ele gosta que você fique por cima dele

-Chim adorava quando você o chupava

-O sexo era constante entre vocês

-Jimin também gostava de sexo por vídeo

-As vezes rola umas fantasias...

-É de lei ficar de chamego depois do ato

-Ele gosta quando você usa ligerie rosa

-"Amor, me ajuda a gozar..."

Taehyung;

-Sexo pesado, cheio de palavras sujas

-Te fode com força e te encher de amor depois

-Chupar bct? Adora

-A posição favorita dele é a de quatro

-Te deixa toda marcada com tapas e chupões

-Fazem sexo em lugares inusitados

-Ele faz strip pra você

-"Quer que eu tiro a cueca ou deixo você tirar?"

Jungkook;

-Jeon tem cara de quem fode rápido e com força

-Possessivo com seu corpo, que sempre colado ao dele no sexo

-Gosta de transar olhando nos seus olhos

-Usa algemas e fitas

-Fala que te ama e logo depois que sua bct é gostosa

-Fica dengosinho quando terminam

-Tomam banho juntos e acabam fodendo de novo

-"Eu só fico lembrando de ontem, droga..."

Especial para as safad@s daqui kkk bjs♡