#bts fancfic

[edytae]

Spoiled (smut-mature) ft. Kim Taehyung x Reader

pairing: Taehyung x (female) reader        

summary: Taehyung loves providing you.

rating: 18+, smut, mature, do not interact if you are underage

genre/warnings: Taehyung speaks filthy but he is whiny at first.

word count: 2112

A/N1: this to everyone who are thinking to print their own money as the tuition fees are ridicilously high.

A/N2: I CANNOT believe how many people enjoyed my last fic :(( Thank you everyone. Please check out my latest work: Puppy Daddy and my all Taehyung-smut masterlist.

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Taehyung sighed deeply as his hips rutted against you desperately. “Baby… baby…” He whined and whined. 

You tried to carefully hold your champagne glass filled with sparkling water. “Taehyung! I am gonna spill this all over you.” You tried to stop his needy hips but oh boy he was turned on.

“Baby… Give me a kiss.” He was sitting on top of you, clearly not minding his tall frame, facing you with his dreamy eyes and shaky hands. Even though his weight made you stay underneath him, you enjoyed how much he was turned on. 

You gladly gave him the kiss he asked for. He gently kissed around your lips before delving into your mouth and taking it more steamy. Meanwhile, he kept a firm hold on your face and kept moaning into the kiss. 

“Please… Please, baby…” He whispered in almost a cry. You looked up at him chuckling, “Since when you are a whiny boy for sex?” His manner was a little different than normal. Usually, he would be less whiny and more leading. 

“Let me pay for it…” He whispered when you thought he was breathless. His breath on your ear was very stimulating to your core. You looked up at him in confusion. Was he in role-playing mode? You were definitely not ready to get your dom act together. 

“Baby boy…” You murmured. 

Taehyung painfully laughed. “No.. Not like that…” Your confusion grew larger.

“Let me pay for your degree.” He offered and went back to kissing you. Now, you were properly confused. Why was he offering this? As if he could actually read your mind, Taehyung explained while his hips got quicker against your hips. He was literally a horny teenage boy. 

“You are so fucking hot and so fucking smart. Baby… Please let me pay for your school. Ughh… Please… My baby…” His hands grabbed your glass and put it aside.

“Taehyung, are you okay,  baby?” You asked, laughing at his needy moves. He joined you in a pathetic smile, “No… Yes? I am so fucking horny….”

You laughed even harder, “Because that I got into graduate school?” 

His eyebrows creased in an adorable pout. “Don’t make fun of me. I am so fucking hard because of you. My lovely fiancée got into one of the best schools in the world…” 

Taehyung kissed up from your chest to your ear and gave you one of the best cheesy lines you ever heard. “And now I want to get into you, baby.” 

It was fair that you let out a cringy laugh, Taehyung took that with pride. “I want to be your sugar daddy, come on. I will pay for it, babygirl... Mine…” He cutely growled at the end. 

“Mmmh, sure…” You pretended to be his spoiled girl and he fucking loved it. “Yes, be my naughty girl. My spoiled babygirl… And I will discipline you, okay?” He could if he had stopped shaking like a leaf from how much turned on he was. 

“You smell so good, baby. My love, you are the most amazing woman I ever met. Fuck and you are so soft…” He sighed while caressing your thighs. 

“Taehyung, please get off my lap, my legs hurt!” You complained as his frame on you started to hurt. 

He didn’t oppose and quickly sat next to you. “Come on, lay on my lap…” He tugged your arm hurriedly. You kept giggling, “Do you want to spank me?”

As he pulled you onto his lap, “Later, later… Just me and you. My good babygirl.” He rubbed his face into your neck, almost like a cat. “Oh, baby…” He sighed. “You are so brilliant… I am so proud of you.” 

“Thank you, Taetae. I am glad my acceptance letter got you this hard.” As you rolled your hips over his thighs, you felt how ready he was. Taehyung nodded as he kissed your chest over your shirt. 

“My smart babygirl… You are my sweetest.” His hands easily grabbed your tits over your shirt. His large warm palms made you shiver.

He undressed you smoothly as he kept sweet talking to you. He was gentle and calm but still desperate. 

When you were completely naked on his lap, his desperation really kicked in. You couldn’t help but comment on his low grunts and groans. You caressed his chest, “Sir is horny because of me?” Your fake innocent voice made Taehyung’s eyes roll back. It was funny how easily you could feed him into his kink. 

“Fuck, baby…” Taehyung threw his head back on the couch as your hips worked over his crotch, smearing your stringy juices to his pyjamas. “Yeah… Sir is ready for his babygirl. I want to spoil my babygirl.” His hand landed on your ass, “Of-fuck!” You breathed into his mouth.

“Spoil my babygirl… Buy her clothes, jewellery…” He listed as you sloppily kissed around his mouth. “Take care of my love…” He let you kiss down his neck while he continued, “I will pay for your tuition. I will pay for everything because you are mine. My babygirl, my girlfriend, the love of my life… Y/N,” He slurred.

“Now, take my cock out, baby. Come on, ride me like a good girl.” He patted your ass and looked at you with gentle eyes. He was always weighing your reactions.

You gulped when you fished his dick out from his baggy bottoms. “There you go, he is yours to play with…” Taehyung whispered into your ear as you looked down while biting your lips. 

“Sir gave you a large toy, huh?” Taeahyung’s chest vibrated with a low chuckle as you gave him little tugs. 

“There you go, start slowly…” Taehyung melted into the couch as your hands did wonders on him. He could genuinely cum just from this slow, impeded pace. 

“Tae…” You weren’t in the mood to jerk him off. You needed that cock in you right away. As if Taehyung could read your mind, he nodded when you dropped your wet cunt over his shaft. 

Taehyung hissed loudly, you jolted away. “You- you’re just so wet.” Taehyung kept a firm hand on your hips and brought you back to him. 

“Because you made me so wet.” You pouted while bouncing yourself over his long shaft. As he was sitting down, it wasn’t easy to feel him rub against you. If he was laying down, you could feel that long dick rub onto your clit his best glory. Taehyung saw your attention to get the best stimulation.

“Why don’t you sit on it, baby? Take me in and swirl your hips around it, mhmm? You like that, don’t you?” He offered. 

“Let’s do it slowly. You aren’t stretched very well. Go slow… Baby-” You weren’t seemed to care about his calm guidance. So Taehyung stopped you firmly, one hand on your hips and the other one on your face. “You are going to listen, Sir, okay? Do what he tells you…” 

Taehyung placed a wet kiss on your puckered lips when you nodded. 

“Now, take it slowly.” His arms returned to the back of the couch, spreading his arms cockily as you desperately tried to take his cock in. 

“Yes, just like that babygirl. Take the tip in only. Tease yourself nice and good. Hah, look at yourself dripping onto my thighs… You are a messy girl, aren’t you? No, don’t apologize. You better drip on me, paint me in your juices.” 

You spurred, hiding your face into his neck. “You are already huge and you keep making it difficult with all that dirty talk…” You groaned. 

“You are a sucker for my dirty talk, baby.” Taehyung rolled his hips slightly up, just enough to dirty your skin with his precum. 

“Fuck, yes I am.” You confessed breathlessly and continued where you left off. 

“There you go, yes, that’s amazing, babygirl. You are doing so well.” This time you were more comfortable with taking him in. 

“I can already feel that warm cunt… Good girl. You are listening very well. Now, try going deeper, baby. Can you do that for me? Just a bit deeper… There you go, yeah fucking whine for me.” 

You stopped holding his dick and dug your fingers into his shoulders. It helped you have a better balance and get closer to your smoking-hot boyfriend. 

“Bounce for me, baby. Come on you know you can take all of this cock. It is yours…” He uttered his words to your ear with his warm breath on your shoulders. He knew how to get you excited only with his words. You gave him back by following his words. You sat above his dick, placed your hands on his shoulder and started to bounce with half of his dick in you. The pleasure kicked in seconds later. “Taehyung! Baby…” Your back arched on his lap, tits rubbing to his chin as he spread his thighs. 

“Look at yourself… Fuck, baby, you are so hot. Keep going, keep riding.” He helped you bounce on him with his generous hands on your ass. “Go at your own pace. Don’t force-” Taehyung groaned halfway through his sentence when you decided to take him deeper and deeper with every bounce. 

“Y/N…” He sighed when he was covered by your walls. “You are such a nice girl for me. Nice, spoiled girl.” He kissed your shoulders.

“Tae…” You let a warning moan for him. 

“Yes, baby?” He rubbed your ass. 

“Can I cum?” You asked with a bounce. He was hitting where you needed him, and it showed on your face. How could he say no to you when the pleasure already painted your face? “Please, I have been a good girl for you…” You tried to persuade him by swirling your hips around him. 

“Yes, baby. Use my dick to get yourself there, okay? Don’t even hesitate…” Taehyung gave himself to you and get ready to support you. 

After that, only your screams and slurs filled Taehyung’s ears. You bounced around him at the angle you wanted as he sat under you, clenching his stomach, trying not to cum before you. 

Seconds later, you started whining.

“Oh, do you like my dick that much? Are you gonna cry on my cock like a slut? I thought I trained my babygirl better than this?” Taehyung’s fake pity made you even whinier. 

“But, it goes so deep, Sir…” You whined because your sensitive walls needed a release.

“I know, baby. You only take it the way you feel comfortable…” Taehyung brought his hands to your tummy and caressed it lovingly, but you shook your head to the sides violently. 

“No! No, I want it all the way in. Taehyung, please, let me have it.” You begged him even though you were in the power to take whatever you wanted.

“Oh, baby… You can just take it as much as you can.” Taehyung tried to remind you as you continued begging him sweetly.

“Or you just want to be spoiled, huh? Is that you want? Is that why you cry like little whore? You just want me to give it to you.” Taehyung sighed lovingly as he thrust up to your figure on him. “I will give you all the cock you need, baby. Keep yourself nice and steady, and Sir will give you everything you want. There we go… Take it nice for me. Come on scream for me Y/N…” His hands returned to their previous places, but this time he had his hand wrapped around your throat. 

“Aahh, I feel that cunt squeezing me dry… Such a nice, tight, warm pussy you have for me, baby. I want it to cum for me. Can you do that, baby? Can you cum on my dick nicely like a spoiled girl you are? Let it go for me. There you go, cum for me.” 

Your back arched back as your high approached you. He was thrusting up to get you there, “Cum for me, you little horny slut.” As you got closer, Taehyung squeezed your neck slightly.

“My babygirl, taking my dick that she can’t handle. But look at you going crazy for my dick. You gonna cum on it, baby? Cum for me, give it to me. Give me fucking show, come on.” 

It sting when you dug your nails into Taehyung’s shoulder and came in a violent shudder. You shook on his lap while his dick stood planted inside you. Your quick breaths and tight cunt easily made him ooze his load into you. 

“You did amazing, Y/N… Shh, stay here.” He caressed your shaking back as he hugged you into his chest. You indulged in his scent for hours after.

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[guqwrvte]

make it three | three

⨽ summary: everything made sense to you, until it didn’t. you expected the name of your soulmate to appear on your shoulder the day you turned twenty one. and on the day of your twenty first birthday, that happened, but instead of one name, there were three.

⨽ pairing: vminkook x reader

⨽ genre: fluff , soulmate au , slow burn (?)

⨽ warnings: strong language

⨽ word count: 3.5k

Alright, so the names are Jungkook and Taehyung, right?" Yeonjun asked, and you nodded. "And what's the name of the group Jimin's part of?"

"BTS. I think…" you said, and he hummed in response before he began to type in their names.

"Jungkook, BTS…" He muttered before he pressed search.

You anxiously bit your lip as the search results slowly began to show. You didn't know what to expect.

"Okay, so apparently, he's turning twenty-six this year! It says he's about 1,79m tall, and his full name is Jeon Jungkook," Yeonjun read. "And oh my gosh, are those real?"

You shifted closer to Yeonjun and rested your chin on his shoulder so you could look at his phone.

"He's so handsome, oh my gosh. The tattoos, the piercings, oh my," Yeonjun gasped as he scrolled through the many pictures that appeared once he clicked on images.

In some pictures, he looked like a bad boy straight out of a teen romance movie, mask up, dressed in all black and chunky shoes. Not to mention his sleeve of tattoos and multiple piercings. And in others, where he wore a simple hoodie and sweatpants with a backpack on his back, he looked like a typical student.

The man had pretty doe eyes, and in the photos where he wasn't wearing a mask and could see his smile, his smile that reminded you of a bunny.

When he's dressed in brighter colours and his sleeve of tattoos is covered, Jungkook's entire appearance screams adorable. Until you see other pictures of him. You'll realise that despite his round face, he had a sharp jawline, and suddenly he isn't so adorable.

"Your soulmates were blessed with looks. If Taehyung is this handsome… girl, the universe favours you," Yeonjun commented before tapping the search bar to type in the other name on your shoulder.

The two of you were in the student lounge, using google to find out about your other soulmates while waiting for Yuna's photography lecture to end.

"Now, let's see if Taehyung is part of BTS or just Jimin's friend group," Yeonjun said. "Taehyung. BTS… and search!"

Again, you were nervous because you didn't know what to expect.

"Okay, so his name is V… but it says it's just his stage name!" he told you. "His real name is Kim Taehyung, around the same height as Jungkook, and he's turning twenty-eight," he read before clicking on images to see what he looked like.

"Holy shit… is this man even real," he gasped as he scrolled through the images.

Your eyes widened when you looked at one of the pictures.

The man's visual screamed royalty. His piercing eyes, sharp jaw and angular features reminded you of a cold prince. In some of the pictures you saw, he had a stern and mysterious look, and if you hadn't seen a picture of him smiling, you definitely would have thought he was a cold person.

In the pictures where he was smiling, Taehyung's rectangular smile was bright. And like Jimin, his eyes seemed to disappear when he smiled.

"Holy shit, he's just as beautiful as the other two-" Yeonjun muttered as he stared at one of the pictures. "The universe favours you. Like, how are all three of these handsome guys yours?"

"Actually, we don't know that yet. My soulmates Jungkook and Taehyung could be different from this Jungkook and Taehyung." Your friend rolled his eyes at your words.

"Oh, come on, y/n. I can google Taehyung without putting BTS, and the same guy will show up."

"He might not be famous," you mumbled. It was hard for you to believe that all three of these men could… well, be your soulmates.

"What are you two talking about?" You and Yeonjun glanced over your shoulders around to see Yuna.

"Hey, Yuna. We're talking about y/n's other soulmates and looking at pictures of them," Yeonjun told her before looking back at his phone.

"Really? So did you find out if Taehyung's part of BTS?" she asked as she made her way to the seat next to yours.

"Yeah, he is. Also, because of what you said earlier, y/n doesn't want to believe that these two handsome guys are her soulmates," Yeonjun told her.

"Why don't you ask Jimin? I'm sure he'll give you the answer you're looking for," Yuna suggested, and he hummed in agreement.

"Why don't you do that? It's not like he can say no. Those guys are your soulmates, too," Yeonjun said.

Unbeknownst to you, your soulmates were having a conversation similar to yours.

"Do you think y/n's curious about us? Like what we look like and stuff?" Jungkook asked as he closed the now-empty water bottle

"I don't know, but I think she is. She's probably googled, you guys. Just like she did with me," Jimin chuckled.

"I wish y/n was an idol or something, so we could just google her too. I want to know what she looks like." Taehyung softly whined as he rested his head on Jimin's shoulder.

"We should add y/n to the group chat," Jungkook said. "I don't think I'' be able to wait until we meet in person to talk to her."

"So you want to text her first?" Jimin asked, and Jungkook nodded. "You don't want to call her anything like that? A video call, so can she see your faces?"

"I feel like a call would be awkward," Taehyung muttered. "Unlike you, we've never talked to the woman."

"Yeah…" Jungkook sighed. "I feel like we should connect with each other over text first. I don't want her to see me like this."

The three soulmates had just finished practising choreography and were taking a break.

"I think you look hot, though," Jimin joked. "I'm sure y/n wouldn't mind seeing you like this."

"But I do mind," Jungkook whined. "It's the first time she'll be seeing me. I can't let her see me like this…"

"I agree with Jungook. It's too early for y/n to see us like this," Taehyung chuckled before opening a bottle of water and taking a sip.

"Okay. I'll add y/n to the group chat," Jimin told them before opening his phone to add you to their exclusive soulmate group chat.

You looked at your phone with wide eyes before excitedly trying to show one of your friends your screen.

"What? For me to see your screen, you'll have to stop shaking it in my face," Yuna sighed before taking your phone from your hand.

"What is it?" Yeonjun asked, trying to look at what you wanted to show them.

"Looks like y/n's going to interact with her other soulmates."

"Really? What did Jimin say?" He asked with his eyes slightly opened wide. "He added her to a group chat called Corei3 and sent a text saying that they, which I'm guessing are her other soulmates, to somewhat introduce themselves. And now an unknown number is typing." Yuna explained.

"What are you doing? Give y/n her phone back so she can talk to them!"

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jimin has added you to: corei3

jimin: you two can somewhat introduce yourselves or whatever.

unknown(1): lemme change the name first since it’s no longer the three of us.

unknown changed the name to corei4

unknown(1): now i can introduce myself. hi, i’m jk!

unknown(2): we’re introducing ourselves to our soulmate, not some people in the crowd of people at our interviews 🤦‍♂️

unknown(2): i’m taehyung by the way. kim taehyung.

unknown(1): jk stands for jungkook which is me. i’m jeon jungkook.

you: i think you guys already know who i am.

taehyung: you could say we kind of do. we know your name and your age, just not what you like.

jungkook: only jimin knows what you look like :(

jimin: i don’t think y/n know what you two look like either.

you: i do know what they look like because i kind of googled them too 😅

jungkook: hoping you didn’t come across any of my old embarrsing pics 😩

you: out of all the pictures i saw, i don’t think any of them are embarrassing. you looked good in each one. including taehyung.

jungkook: o///o

"Why are they all staring at their phones like that? And Jungkook's all red in the face, too," one of the members commented, cringing as he watched their younger members.

"Didn't you hear, Yoongi? Jimin found their last soulmate while he was out one night," another told him. "So, I guess they're talking to her right now. I mean… we've only ever seen them smile like that with each other."

"I hope I don't look or act the same when I find my soulmate," Yoongi muttered, shaking his head.

"I honestly feel like you're going to be ten times worse than they are," The leader said with a chuckle.

"Nah, nothing can beat whatever the fuck that is. We're witnessing a lovesick soulmate but times three."

"How are her cheeks not sore? She's been staring at her phone with that stupid smile for the past fifteen minutes," Yuna said, causing Yeonjun sighed.

"You wouldn't understand what she's feeling right now, Yuns. You haven't found your soulmate yet."

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core.i4 groupchat

jungkook: now we know what we look like, and y/n knows who’s who, let’s go out or something 😩

jimin: you do realise going out will be hard for us, right? no one outside of the company knows we’re soulmates, imagine if they catch us with a girl?

taehyung: we can just say she’s a friend? i mean it’s not like we’re going out as just me and her or just jungkook and her. it’s all three of us going out with her.

jimin: fine, but we need to ask one of the managers first. we might need to book out a place too, and make sure y/n’s pretty covered up.

you: why? 🧍‍♀️

jimin: i can’t afford to have you exposed to the public so soon.

jungkook: life as an idol is tough. people are almost always in our business. if anyone gets a glimpse of you with one of us… you’ll be all over the internet in a couple of hours.

taehyung: right… i didn’t think of that.

you: so… we won’t be able to go out?

jimin: we can still meet up… it’s just going to have be an indoor date.

taehyung: something we’re used to.

jungkook: i think we can still have an outside date! we’ll just have to be cautious.

jimin: i managed to go to a club yesterday without getting caught. being able to go to a restaurant will be easy.

taehyung: don’t forget you’re not going in and out alone. you’re going in and out with three people. two men and a woman. 🧍‍♂️

jungkook: slipping in and out won’t be an easy task, my love.

jimin: we’ll make a plan 😭

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"What're you guys talking about?" Yeonjun asked as he tried to peek over your shoulder.

"Jungkook wants us to go out," you told them. "But it's going to be tricky since they're famous, and them being seen with me could cause problems."

"So, are you just going to have an indoor meeting?" Yuna asked, and you shrugged.

"Jimin says they're gonna make a plan, but I don't know…"

"This is why I lowkey wish my soulmate isn't famous. Or at least, isn't a kpop idol because I know how ruthless the fans can be," Yuna sighed, shaking her head, which caused you to frown.

"Are their fans that scary?" You asked, and she nodded.

"Very. Well… the delusional ones who think the idol shouldn't be allowed to date anyone else but them," Yuna explained.

"People actually think that? In a world where your partner is determined by the soulmate system?" Yeonjun asked, sounding as equally shocked as you are. She hummed in response.

"Yep, they can get dragged and cancelled for falling in love if the fans are insane enough. But don't worry, not all the fans like that. Many fans know their place, and some even route for their idols to find love," she said.

Yuna managed to answer your silent question about whether all of their fans were like that.

"I don't know much about your soulmates' fandom, but I'm sure majority of them are chill. I mean, I've only bumped into one or two crazy ones. The rest were cool. But then again, I haven't met a lot of BTS stans."

"So those guys are right for wanting to take any precautions. Wait, but does anyone know that they're soulmates?" Yeonjun asked, and Yuna shook her head.

"Not that I'm aware. I don't remember seeing any articles or posts about the members' soulmates when I looked into the group. Meaning y/n, the members, and probably some staff know about the three being in a cluster."

"And us. We know that too. Wait, OMG, I just realised I have to keep such a huge secret! Oh… but that means y/n can't let other people know who her soulmates are," Yeonjun said, causing you to sigh.

"To be honest… I don't think I mind," you told them. "Sure, it would be nice to go out publicly and post about them like I've always wanted to, but I don't mind."

You were just happy to have found them.

"I'd rather be with them in secret than not be with them at all," you smiled.

You looked at the time and sighed. "I need to catch the bus. I have to go home since I have an assignment to finish."

"Right," Yuna said, getting up. "I need to meet some people in my cinematography class for a group project."

"So we're all just going home?" Yeonjun asked, and the two of you nodded. "Alright."

"See you two tomorrow!"

"I feel bad y/n has to keep us a secret," Taehyung muttered while Jimin groaned, running his fingers through his hair. "Even though we have to hide our relationship, at least I can be seen in public with both of you."

"As much as I love my job and our fans, sometimes I wish I wasn't an idol. Sometimes I wish I was a regular person who wasn't part of a popular boy group."

"Same here," Jungkook said, closing his eyes. " I wouldn't have to hide the actual kind of relationship we have. I'd peacefully go out without worrying whether dispatch might see me."

"Hey, but at least we got permission to go out with her," Taehyung said.

The three members came from a meeting with some of the managers and told them about you, their last soulmate.

"I know. Even though avoiding the public eye will be difficult, I can't wait to go out as a complete cluster of soulmates," Jungkook said, happily clapping his hands.

"What do you think you wanna do, though? Should we have a typical first-date dinner? Go to an amusement park and have the kind of date you see in romance movies?" Jimin asked.

"Let's ask y/n. I mean, the girl is the reason we're going out, right?" Taehyung said.

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taehyung: y/n~ you there? 👀

jungkook: we have something to ask you!

jimin: we got permission to take you out and we wanna know where you’d like to go.

taehyung: and what kind of date you’d like to have.

jungkook: a formal dinner date or got to out to an amusement park? or even something more fun?

y/n: i’m not the kind of person who enjoys going to fancy dinners and that kind of stuff, but how will be able to go to an amusement park? they’ll be too many people 🧍‍♀️

jungkook: we can book it out or something.

jimin: yeah, as if the managers would let us do that.

jungkook: it’s our money we’re spending though.

jimin: yeah but that’s a lot of work. too much work when it’s just going to be four of us. Plus, it’ll also just ruin the whole amusement experience it’s the only the four of us who go there.

taehyung: you’re the one who brought up the idea of going to an amusement park, though 🧍‍♂️

jimin: i didn’t think it through, shut up👨‍🦯

jungkook: since you don’t like fancy dinner where would you like to go?

y/n: how about an arcade? i haven’t been to one in a minute.

jungkook: i love playing games so why not?

jimin: an arcade is definitely easier to book out.

taehyung: but what about food? are we just going to play games? :(

jungkook: no, we can probably get some street food if we want something to eat.

y/n: ooo, i love street food. 😋

jimin: you guys are forgetting the whole avoid public eye thing. 🤦‍♂️

taehyung: to be honest, i kind of want to be around people.

jungkook: lowkey same… 🤸‍♂️

y/n: i’m used to be being around people 😅

jimin: fine, we might as well as go to an arcade without booking out the place since you guys want to be around people so bad 🚶‍♂️

taehyung: but will they allow us?

jungkook: we’ll just have to beg.

jimin: and if they do agree, we’re going to have to make sure we’re pretty disguised but not too much. we need to blend in after all.

y/n: so, we’re going to an arcade?

taehyung: that’s the plan

y/n: okay, when are we going and where should we meet?

jungkook: most likely thursday, it will be a weekday so they won’t be that many people and we’re pretty much free on that day.

taehyung: and just send us your location, we’ll pick you up.

y/n: uh sure. xxxxxxxxxxx

jungkook: wait that’s not so far from our personal house.

jimin: he’s right. it’s like a ten minute away from ours?

y/n: personal house?

taehyung: it’s an apartment where just the three of us live. the rest of them members live in the main house one or with their soulmates.

y/n: oh, your other members have found their soulmates?

jungkook: just namjoon, actually. but yeah.

jimin: anyway, is everyone okay with thursday, from 5 pm to around 8 pm? i don’t to send y/n home late and we have a busy schedule the day after.

y/n: yeah, that seems perfect to me.

jungkook: yeah, that’s fine.

taehyung: that’s perfect.

jimin: great. see you tomorrow

"Looks like I have a date with my soulmates tomorrow," you told your friends as you turned off your phone.

"So they made a plan?" Yeonjun asked, causing Yuna to roll her eyes.

"y/n just told us her date is tomorrow. So if they're going on a date, doesn't that automatically mean they made a plan?"She asked.

"Jeez, sorry," your friend scoffed. "Anyway, is it a formal or casual date? And- wait, since your relationship has to remain a secret, will your soulmates book out a whole restaurant or something? I heard that's a thing famous people do."

"One question at a time, Yeonie. Give the poor girl a chance to speak," Yuna said.

Yeonjun muttered a soft apology as you chuckled.

"I'd say casual since we're going to an arcade," you said.

"Arcade? Are they actually going to book out an arcade?" Yeonjun asked with wide eyes.

"At first… they were, but Taehyung and Jungkook wanted to go out and be around people. And I don't really mind," you told them. "You know… since I'm used to being in public places without having to hide."

"Ah, it's the kind of date I've seen kids in high school teen romance movies! Omg, that's super cute!" Yeonjun squealed.

"If I lived the kind of life they did, I would want to be around some people other than my members and staff too. Anyway, so tomorrow is the day, right?"

You hummed in response.

"Great, so we have enough time to find an outfit for you then," Yuna said.

"I hope you don't think you're going to be the one to pick out an outfit for her," Yeonjun said, causing your friend to scoff. "And why not?"

"With the way you dress, there's no way I'm going to let you pick out something for y/n."

"Really? What makes you think y/n would be better off with someone who dresses like you as her stylist?" Yuna asked.

"Someone like me? What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm not going to deny that you dress in many different styles, but you dress in your dark street style the most, Yeonjun. Dark colours, oversized clothes and fucking stompers. y/n is going on a date for the first time. She's trying to end up in one of those fashion in japan tiktoks."

"You're one to talk," Yeonjun scoffed. "You dress the complete opposite of the way to act. You act so cold, mean and boring, but then dress like a unicorn decided to empty its stomach on you. Make that make sense."

You couldn't help but chuckle as they continued to quarrel.

"Guys… you know I'm capable of picking an outfit for myself, right?" You asked, and both of them scoffed.

"Yeah, there's no way we're letting you do that. You have the worst fashion sense," Yuna said, and Yeonjun hummed in agreement.

"I agree. We can't have you go out looking like the basic bitch you like every day."

"Hey!"

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[peachesnjim]

road trip | ksj

⤷ ksj x reader | fluff                                                                      

“Pull over. Let me drive for a while.”

It's mid-summer, and there's still a week left of your trip. Jin had made prior arrangements with Jimin and Jungkook to spend the week on the seaside.You'd been driving for a while now heading back south through Seoul, to travel even more south to Busan.

It was an exciting trip for you even from the beginning. Getting to spend a whole entire week away with your best friend while catching up on much needed rest was a win-win. You weren't the only one who's excited.

It's been extremely hard for Jin as he was busy traveling to far-off places, places you never heard of or couldn't even pronounce while at the same time attending a whole list of never-ending events. You could see how worn out he was from his job and felt burdened when he refused to let you drive to the first stop. Eventually you both were able to compromise of taking turns.

Since Jin was the first driver he made the straight 4 hour drive north of Seoul to the town of Paju. He's been there a numerous amount of times, attending book events or filming so luckily he was very familiar with the area.

The first couple of days were easy, spending some time doing touristy things like visiting the DMZ and traveling to the famous Paju Book City. Jin thought it would be hilarious to pretend to be tourists in your own country and you happily agreed. You both got to discover the history of the division of the nation, and explore the creation of classic Korean books throughout the town. You both had fun, the only blunder being the scorching hot weather; the hottest weather in Korea since the early '90s.

It was day three as you both reluctantly packed up your stuff, heading onto the second part of the trip.

You hopped into the driver's side as Jin finished loading the car with the rest of your bags. It takes him a few moments until he finally sits down in his seat. He looks over to you swiping at a piece of hair that blew into your face.

"Ready."

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Jin laid in the passenger; legs stretched out in front of him as the air from his window gently brushed through his hair. You were two hours in and about another 3 1/2 to go. For some reason, you began to feel tired.

He peeks an eye over to you just in time to catch a spare glimpse of your hand covering your mouth and letting out a low yawn. Jin turns his head, watching as you continuously sit forward, sit back, lean to the window's ledge, lean on to to the middle console. It's almost burdensome to watch until you finally manage to fix your posture upright, leaning towards the steering wheel. Jin rolls up his window, turning to you, a worried expression gracing his features.

"Y/n?"

"Mm?" you mumble over with a brief glance.

"Pull over. Let me drive for a while."

You quickly shake your head.

"No, it's okay. You already drove to the first stop then halfway out the city," you give him a quick smile. "I'm okay." Jin shakes his head in protest.

"No, y/n. I know you're tired and you deserve a rest. We still have a long ways ahead and I don't expect you to drive the rest of the way there!"

You peer over to him, a look of concern drawing over to him. Your heart stutters. He knows how stubborn you can be, yet you knew you wouldn't be able to win this one.

"Okay," you sigh, gently pulling over to the side of the road. In the midst of unfastening your seatbelt, Jin lifts your chin with the tip of his finger.

"That's my girl!" he proudly chides before making his way out of the vehicle.

You try to suppress the blush creeping onto your cheeks, aware that if he noticed it he'd make a fool out of you.

You step out of the car as he waits for you, holding the driver's side open. You walk around the front, both of you entering in opposites sides and fastening your seatbelts.

"Rest," he says revving the engine and placing a firm hand onto yours. "We'll be there before you know it," he smiles while at the same time locking his gaze onto yours. You lean back and nod with a lazy smile.

It’s only a few moments before you feel your eyes growing heavy, with your breathing becoming steady. Before driving away, Jin pauses and lowers down the radio. He turns to face you, mentally taking notes of your features as you lay comfortably in your seat.

Jin’s mind starts to wander, thinking about the future ahead and the amazing time he and you will have on this road trip, being able to enjoy yourselves with your friends. His mind lingers on another thought; the way he’s absentmindedly allowed himself to fall in love with you.

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[kkulmoon]

I KNEAD YOU | jhs ✦ m

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You have had your mind filled with indecent thoughts of your spin class trainer, Hoseok, ever since you started taking his classes. However discreet you thought your antics had been, Hoseok had somehow found out and was more than willing to fulfil your fantasies.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Hoseok x Reader(f) | 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, pwp? | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ | 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7.3k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cunnilingus, fingering?, slight praising, ass play, he has his hand around her neck, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys~), slight edging, groping, biting, spanking, bathroom sex.

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐲: my muse and soulmate @inkedxclouds​ as well as the amazing @meowxyoong​ (thank u loves <3333)

𝐚/𝐧: nothing to say other than I seem to like butts more than I thought,,,,, also victoria monét’s “ass like that” was the very inspo for this au, cause that song is a bop and for some reason it gave me hobi vibes + “juice” by lizzo (though I doubt the fic gives off that type of vibe but oh well) enjoy 🥺

Three months down the line and you’d think you would have developed somewhat of a sweat resistance by habitually working out. No, not at all. Still as sweaty as ever, but maybe now it was less about hard work, and more about hard want. You relax onto the closed toilet seat sighing deeply at your unfortunate situation. The changing room wasn’t safe and neither was the shared portion of the washroom.

At every and any small intermission you were offered during the heated class, you dashed towards the toilets letting your sweaty fingers hectically slip against the cold metal of the tap handles. The cold water slipping past your fingers as you tapped its remains on your skin, hoping to cool down or at least seem cool enough. But there’s only so much a little bit of cold water could do for your overheated body. As aware as you were about this, you made it a habit, involuntary of course, to let some of that desire out in the confinements of one of the bathroom stalls.

Today is no exception. You rush to the toilet, rugged breaths filling the air as you snap the flimsy lock shut, bending over to roll off your snug cycling shorts. You think back to Hoseok’s instructions : “You should always keep an eye on your breathing while doing vigorous exercise, you want to avoid back pain and strain on your blood vessels.” Back in class you almost let your thoughts tumble through your heaving mouth. “I don’t think exercise is the one doing that”.

As obedient as you are, you let deep puffs reverberate through your chest before diving in. Your hands, tired from clenching hard against the handle of the cycle to stay on it, tremble their way down your folds swinging with the same dynamic present in Hoseok’s glistening legs while he pedals. Your eyes flutter, blinding you from your surroundings, mind tumbling through all the imprinted images of your instructor you have stored in your mind.

That’s all you need. For now.

While you suck at cycling and picking up speed in that circumstance, the image of Hoseok’s huffing mouth, stable legs, and bouncing brown locks, drenched with his hard work, sticking to him the way you wanted him to stick to you, was more than enough for the tentative deep plunge of your fingers to rival the set speed record for your spin class.

Remember: deep breaths Y/N. You slow down, finger languidly straining against your walls. You hit a particular spot, staggering on the one leg touching the ground as your other hand anchors your edged form onto the whimsy bathroom stall walls.

The slow pace allows you to revel in the imagery of Hoseok’s long fingers pointed high in the air to countdown to your thirty second long spinning sprint, imagining those long digits plunged into the same heat your fingers are scissoring. He would know exactly what to do, ordering consecutive gushes of arousal out of you, the same way his fingers point towards your direction when he sees your energy falter.

With Hoseok, nothing but one hundred percent was acceptable. While you couldn’t always keep the promise of giving him just that in all of his classes, if he were to ask you, whether it be after class or somewhere in the lobby of the gym building, you would say yes to showing him where you excelled without fail.

Heart beating a firing rhythm you would snatch his trained fingers to some designated corner of the building, ready to get on your knees and stay there to take it all, the one posture you knew you could manage to keep without fail. Anything for Hoseok really.

Dripping fingers, drying cycling shorts clinging to your heated flesh, you croak out a moan, doing your best to quiet it down in the sleeve of your gym top. “Shit—” your hips buck into your erratic palm as you knead the sensitive flesh of your bud, hissing through clenched teeth.

“What the fuck are you doing to me, Hoseok,” the whispered whine travels to the small cracks of the bathroom stall, the sloppy sounds of your continued assault on your wetness bounce against the walls to fall upon the ears of the figure entering the toilet room.

“Hmmmm, fuck Hoseo—”

Your anticipated wave of pleasure catches your breath, stuttering breaths colouring the air with its warm essence. “Ahhhh,” you sigh into the sensation rippling through your bones, fisted hand sprawling itself across the cool wood of the bathroom stall door. A particular touch of your knuckles against your clit has your nails scratch against the material.

In the heat of the moment, eyelids heavy and ears focused on recalling the authority of Hoseok’s voice, you fail to register the footsteps that sound in the room. Footsteps that stall themselves during your explosive demonstration of your instructor’s effect on your body only to leave the toilet room after you’ve calmed down and said in a condescending yet satisfied tone, “How pathetic, masturbating to your instructor in the bathroom like some teenager. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Puffing out what’s left of your pent up air, you drag your fingers from your settling walls, staring longingly at the wetness and wishing you could be looking at another pair of fingers glazed with your cum.

Hand hanging lazily by your side you do your best to lift your shorts back up to a correct position using your only available hand. You fiddle with the lock, slowly opening the door. You peek to see if there’s anyone there to whom you might reveal your latest conquest  and only probe your head out of the stall when the coast feels clear.

As weak as legs might feel, you do your best to hurry up with the cleaning, washing the product of your forbidden fantasy down the drain just like the possibility of ever actually having the honour to let yourself be used by him in any way he sees fit.

Commanding words and strokes telling you exactly what he wants you to do for him, to give to him and you doing your absolute best to abide with clenched fists and a gagging mouth. You feel yourself fall down the rabbit hole, again, but you bring yourself back with a good shake of your head. You do not have another ten minutes to calm yourself down by attempting to fulfill your own lust.

You take one last look at the mirror to check that you do not look abnormally flustered before you leave to head back into the spinning room, face sweet and innocent, unlike the thoughts trying to invade your mind the moment your eyes focus on their inevitable target.

The hypnotising movement of his lips. Inviting and pink and shimmering from the quick swipe of his pointed lip against the surface. You sigh, in desperation, wishing for the presence of that muscle somewhere else. How pathetic of you, you think, almost releasing a single sobbing sound out of frustration. If only he knew.

You heave yourself into the cycle, fitting your tensed feet into the small caged armor of the pedal, unaware that Hoseok indeed knew and was very much ready to act on it.

His sudden constant and deliberate churning of your increasingly hot figure has you agitated, gaze meeting the floor. It is unusual for Hoseok to get off of his spin bike and personally assist you with your posture. Rather, he settled for quick commanding reminders that were shouted as enthusiastically as possible despite the sternness of his sweating face.

Yet for some reason, unbeknownst to you, he stops spinning and drags his taut slim legs all the way to where you like to stay at the back of the class, to personally adjust your swaying pelvis. “Engage your core. Squeeze your glutes.” He says, the order somehow managing to sound even louder than the blasting music. This is the first time he has touched you. You immediately stop spinning, hips swaying even more than before, chasing the inviting and rough heat of his short finger glove covered hands.

Your heart should have calmed down by the time he got back on his bike, but it doesn’t. You fail to admit to yourself that the coincidental eye contact you had with Hoseok in his classes, was more than enough to throw off your already fumbling posture.

If his wandering eyes are enough for you to follow their movement, accentuating each part that they laid on, his hands on your straining body is all you need to alleviate the ache of your muscles. You turn into a puddle, something that manifests itself right between your legs even before your body comes in contact with his.

“Okay guys, we have another half hour before we are done, so stay with me and there will be a sweet treat at the end,” Hoseok shouts out to the class, bursting your little thought bubble. Your eyes close as you nod, encouraging yourself to pull through, not for the sweet treat but for you. It’s the least you can do given how much you pay for these classes. But what a shame that your eyes are closed, unable to register the hungry and curious gaze Hoseok throws your way.

Twenty minutes have gone by, or maybe just ten? You feel so hot and disoriented from all the effort you’re putting in. Yawning, and trying your best to rid yourself of the final remains of sleep, you had theorised in your car that your goal for this class was to beat your old record, the one you had back when you came to class for the right reasons. Before the thought of riding Hoseok overtook your ambition to get fitter.

Calves burning, every muscle pushing itself to the verge of exhaustion, you think back to your breathing. Your mouth opens and closes as if you are giving birth, trying its best to collect all of the sweat ridden air needed to keep you going.

“Five minutes left. Keep going, you’re almost there!”

Your hanging head, that was focused on counting the sweat droplets falling from your face onto the shiny floor, shoots up to look at your instructor. It must be because of his job as a trainer and a coach that Hoseok flashes you his dashing smile the minute your eyes, gleaming with hope at the prospect of the class soon coming to an end, meets his own soft gaze.

Not wanting to seem rude or like a total nutjob, you tame your panting mouth into a simple smile, no teeth so as to not come across as too excited about something as infantile as eye contact. He winks in response and you swear you almost twist your ankle leaning forward to check if your eyes aren’t deceiving you.

Hoseok’s good at his job. He manages to keep your mind away from the propagating ache in your body as your legs chase time, looking to leave the room with your own small victory. He keeps you rooted and gives you the last bit of energy you need to make it. The timer beeps, startling you. You shake in your seat, breaking your contact with his warm brown eyes. If this is the power of his eyes, what the heck does his body have in store?

As much as you would want to let your mind wander to give you a probable hypothesis to the complicated case that is Hoseok, you’re too far gone to think that deep. Drained and sweaty, your arms dangle on your sides as you let your head lifelessly fall onto the bar of the spin bike. Too weak to push yourself back up but still wanting to know how far you cycled, you roll your drenched head onto the speed counter and stare down at it. At the sight of the double digit number, larger than the previous feat you had achieved, you sigh, a light laugh slipping past your dry lips. Finally some good news. As a way of congratulating yourself, you pat your thighs with the little force you have spared.

The surrounding claps invade your wandering ears, as people shout out, patting themselves in the back and congratulating others for pulling through. Nobody congratulates you but it’s nothing you haven’t had to handle before. Content with your progress, you step off the cycle.

You gather your items, hurrying as you feel the effects of gorging on too much liquid during class. With a drenched towel hanging of your forearm and an empty water bottle in your other hand you speed to the unisex toilet.  

As you set your belongings on the sink countertop, someone enters. You don’t bother to spare them a glance, something you regret the minute Hoseok’s familiar tight fitting cycling top is reflected on the wide mirror. Your head instinctively looks his way to admire the soft slope of his nose and the harsh lines of his profile. He knows you’re looking to which he smirks softly. Your body shifts more to your right, afraid of what other things, sinful things,  you might feel compelled to do if you stay so close to him.

You aggressively pump some soap into your palm, anything to remove the silence etched in the surrounding air. Hoseok does the same, except he does it graciously like everything else he’s ever done.

“Y/N, right?” He inquires, letting a steady stream of water wet his hands as he lathers them.

Your mind tells you he’s simply asking for formality’s sake. Did he plan to keep a conversation with you in the bathroom? How much could you possibly fit into the time it takes to wash your hands? Unless he plans on drawing it out and drying out his skin? Many more questions run through my mind as you bite your lips, eyes staring at the floor until they inevitably wander up his legs.

This is your verbal first interaction with him that doesn’t seem to hint at any subject related to your given roles in the establishment, a trainer and his trainee. No, he’s asking as Hoseok, curious to know about a certain regular Y/N who spends her free time thinking indecent thoughts about his body.

Realising that you’re taking too long to answer to your own name, you blurt out, “YES!” before clearing your throat in hopes to compose yourself. Swallowing thickly, you have another go at it, “I mean, yes, that’s my name. Y/N is me.”

While your ears warm up at your embarrassing behaviour, Hoseok’s soft chuckle manages to overpower the loud hand dryer. Usually, once someone’s done cleaning their hands they leave the bathroom and that’s exactly what you see Hoseok do. You watch him walk up to the toilet room door only to turn back around to face the mirror, doing your best not to let the dejected feeling in you overtake your features.

You breathe in, trying your best to catch your sanity. He was just being nice and trying to  break the tension, one you seem to believe could only be perceived from your side. With eyes closed, you let the cool rush of the water provide some sort of relaxation and solution to your heated body. Your dripping hands reach towards the hand dryer on your side only to reach back when you think about the hot air, you don't need to get fired up again, so you decide to pat yourself dry with paper towels.

Ready to leave, you look up into the mirror to take one last inspection at your face.

Oh.

Hoseok’s eyes catch your own. He’s leaning against the toilet’s room door frame, head slightly hanging to his side and tongue dancing calmly in the small intrusion between his lips. You thought he left?

You want to look away, but you can’t. Not only because of the demanding energy coating his eyes, but also because of the entrancing way he runs a hand past his hair, heel kicking against the door as he pushes himself off of it.

He darts towards you. Or at least that’s what it feels like to you. An overwhelming wave of desire coats your senses forcing your legs to stagger backwards as your butt comes in contact with the hard and cold edge of the sink counter.

Those hands, those fingers, the ones you’ve fantasied about having buried inside of you or stuffed in your mouth, find their way on each side of you anchoring themselves on the hard surface as Hoseok corners.

He’s close. Close enough to hear your shallow breathing, to notice your confused yet intrigued eyes and to smell the fertilised desperation in your body. Head somewhat leaned down so as to reach your gaze, he lets his eyes take their own free tour around your face, mouth slightly parted.

“I don’t think it’s pathetic at all,” he breathes out, sloping down to bathe your hot ears in his warm breath, “it’s cute, actually.” The sweet tone is almost enough to deceive you of his intentions but the prominent scraping of his teeth against your earlobe makes it clear.

Your chest curls into itself at the action, slipping down, out of reach from his inviting mouth. You want to think it’s a coincidence that Hoseok references your words from earlier but to simply think isn’t enough, you need to confirm it. “Uhmm… I don’t kn–ow what you’re referring to.” It comes out more jagged than you intended to as he steps closer, so as to almost graze your heaving chest.

A pout on his lips, his gaze zig zags across your features, “See, cute.”

You feel like you’re melting. Your face finds refuge in the minor protection of your shoulder as you squeeze your eyes shut. This is all you had thought about. To have Hoseok look at you as if he already knew what is obscured from his sigh, for now, a sight he couldn’t wait to explore. To let his eyes, hands and mouth colour his imagination into reality.

“I mean that it would be nice if I could show you what I can actually do to you.” If you were properly breathing before you sure you aren’t anymore. His voice is covered with sweetness and curiosity. It acts as both a gentle threat and a request. He could and would show you.

The rub of your knee against his thinly clothed thigh says yes before you manage to catch enough air to utter an eager “please”, eyes opening to stare at his chest. “Go ahead,” at the sight of your yearning eyes he encourages you. The thin elastic material did little to protect your sanity from the hardness of his body.

Had your eyes been closed, you could have been fooled into believing that you were touching his naked chest. You pinch the material, tugging it off his skin only to let it slap back down. Something that brings a soft smile to Hoseok’s shifting lips. Hoping that he understands your wordless request, you repeat the action a couple more times.

He dodges your eyes more than once, letting his playful side show, before he leans into you. Your lips collide, strong enough to have your head inclined against the mirror, your body moving upwards at every hungry push of his determined body. You latch onto him, hands lacing themselves around his straining biceps as you match the feverish dance of his tongue.

If your moaning wasn’t already evidence enough of your state, Hoseok’s willingness to offer more encourages him to run a slow swipe of his delicate hands up your thigh and dangerously close to where you’ve imagined him placing every class that you’ve attended. The touch is prominent enough to have you squirming, letting whiny moans spill into his smirking lips as your legs bring him closer.

But Hoseok’s gentle yet clear tapping of your thighs tells you he has something else in mind. “Stand back up.” The order is clear yet in your current hazy state, you slide off the counter anticipating your weak landing, something Hoseok takes care of by pushing you flush against him.

Following through, he presses his long fingers in the soft flesh of your ass, spreading your cycling shorts covered cheeks all while pushing you closer to his straining cock. Spread out, head shying away from looking at his face, he leans in with a soft whisper, “Now tell me, kitty, how did you get an ass like this?”

Timid hands roam across his hard frame as your intended whisper becomes a rushing gasp, pulled out from you by Hoseok’s prominent kneading of your ass, “You.”

“What did you say, sweetheart?”

Hesitant, and quite frankly too hot to think straight, you let it all spill out.

“It’s because of you. You gave me an ass like this.”

“Huh, you think so?” His stretched palm travels up and down your clothed cheeks. You don’t respond letting the steady stream of strained moans be an answer in itself. “So you’re saying, my classes gave you this juicy ass,” He hisses out, firmly squeezing the jiggly flesh.

You nod your head against his shoulder, humming in agreement, the cadence at which the soft moans escape intensifying. Moans that you attempt disguise by biting into his cycling jersey.

“Don’t you think I should get to enjoy what I created?” The implications of his question makes your breath hitch.

What is he thinking of doing. Anal? Eating your ass? Spanking? Your mind is in haywire but you know what you think.

“You can do anything you want.”

“Anything?”

You nod once again, hardened buds tickling his covered chest. All Hoseok does is smirk at your eagerness.

“Not today, kitty,” he pushes lightly against your breasts, making your shiver at the friction, turning you around with a swift hand as he shakes his head, “I like it from the back.”

You’re now facing the mirror, able to notice the distraught state of your body as your desperation creeps further into your limbs. Hoseok finds himself caging you in again, but while you could have hid your warming face in his chest before, now you’re completely exposed.It’s something that brings a playful expression to his features.

As if he wasn’t already close enough to you, Hoseok drives his eager hips into the heated plumpness of your butt and your fingers tense further around the edge of the countertop. Every hitching breath of yours is complemented with his groans.

“What a beautiful ass I’ve made,” he says, pride in his voice as he crouches down behind you to give each cheek its own shameless squeeze. “Don’t you agree?”

“Hmm,” you hum breathlessly before a pointed strike to your cheek makes it clear that that’s not how he wants you to respond. Nodding, head straining backwards to catch Hoseok’s dark gaze, your knees buckle driving your ass closer to his face while you whine out a stuttering yes.

Hoseok’s your trainer. He knows how breathing works during physical activities and makes it known that, whether or not you’re in class, he rules still apply. It’s soft, yet commanding whispers to not forget to breathe or he will stop, tingling confessions that let his appetite for your body infest your nerves as you delve deeper into despair. You want his cock inside of you and, unlike your willingness to wait, his patience is much greater.  

The continuous sway of hips quickens his breaths, and they land on your shoulder where they leave shivers that travel down your spine forcing you to shimmy your ass into his crotch even harder. “Come on, kitty, patience.” He breathes out, biting your scalding shoulder.

“Nghh, but plea—,” the hard slap that lands on your misbehaving cheeks has you stiffening, hands slipping against the glass. At this point you’re sure you’re not going to sit down on your train ride back home. Hoseok seems to want to leave you sore and marked.

“I said patience. I will give you what you need when I want to.” You nod lazily, not that your mind registers the sentence, but the alarming tone has you on your best behaviour.

Your compliant action earns you a few sloppy kisses along your covered shoulders, his hands snaking upwards to catch the zipper and let it slide down as you bend, body yearning for his touch until his determined hands engulf your freed and neglected mounds.

“Hmmm, just as soft and juicy as your ass.” He moans loud and clear and you fear someone outside might hear. Yet it still makes you melt onto his hard body. “Hose—yes, like that, ahhhh.”

Hoseok, given his position, does like orders, something he lets you know by running his fingers around your perked buds and squeezing them so hard you screech and bend even deeper. Fuck. As much as it hurts it also feels so good; your watering folds are proof enough.

“I don’t like to repeat myself, Y/N. Misbehave and I’ll keep drawing this out, leaving you wet and begging for me.” His tone is calculated and laced with a certain layer of pity that has you whining as you place one hand on his forearms to turn around and meet his eyes.

You witness the slowed blinking of his eyelids and hope that he can decipher your distressed eyes that ask for more. While Hoseok cares for his trainees, he likes to push them to see how far they can go. That’s what the smirk creeping up on his lips tells you.

“All in due time, kitty. First, let me taste something that I want to make mine.” One confident hand pats your dripping pussy to further awaken your sensitive nerve endings. Your thighs instinctively snap shut capturing his hand. Hoseok catches your eyes in the mirror, shaking his head before delivering another strike to your ass.

“Ahhh, shit,” you bite your quivering lips and let your hesitant thighs part to welcome the sweet slide of Hoseok’s fingers past your clothed folds as he hums in approval at the present wetness. “Just how I like it.” The praise compels a soft smile on your end.

You can’t hide the confusion that coats your features when he suddenly extracts his hand, something that has him snickering to himself. He enjoys torturing you and you want to complain but you don’t think your ass could handle anymore pain so you suck up your remarks along with some air.

Your head dances around, left to right and back again trying to figure out what exactly he plans to do as he crouches back down to face your butt. Before you can enquire in order to save yourself from any surprise attacks, he dives his head into the expanse of your globes shaking it as you squeal trying your best not to lose your stance.

He hums deeply, breathing in your scent and you whimper once his wet tongue pokes out to slide along your pussy lips, his saliva mixing in with your oozing arousal. His arms snake around your thighs, fingers digging into the flesh to push you further against his face. “Fuck, your kitty is dripping for me.” You manage to hear the muffled sound above the blend of his groans and your stumbling moans. But for once Hoseok doesn’t abide by his own rules as his hands rush to the hem of your cycling shorts, wanting nothing more than to rip them apart, to have you bare as to allow him to witness your clenching pussy– soon to be his pussy.

Exposed and wet, ready for him since the day you laid eyes on him, you stare down at his soft brown locks, where your hands will find refuge in shortly, and try your best to examine his eager expression through hooded eyes. He has your right leg up on his shoulder and you let the rhythm of his stroking hand guide your breaths. “So fucking pretty,” his other hand travels up your other thigh, “and wet,” he bites his lips leaning into your drenched center, “and mine.”

It’s only one lick but you already feel like falling apart, hands squeaking against the mirror. “Ahhh shit,” your hips move on their own accord, meeting his hot appendage and coating it with your increasing neediness. Either Hoseok doesn’t mind or your eagerness, looking to satisfy your own urge, doesn’t register in his mind as all that’s there is the goal to have you trembling and gushing all over his hungry mouth.

For each lap at your folds, he takes a breath away. Your fingers find the courage to place themselves on his head, soft hair left to be scrunched in your clenched fist. His head moves vigorously up and down, drinking up your juices under feverish groans and needy hands that latch on the cheeks of your ass to keep you from staggering away.

His tongue drives your pants, saturating your cunt with pointed licks coupled with soft nibbles at your throbbing clit, an action that has you quivering in surprise. “So fucking sweet,” he drags out the suckling of your vulva as he hums, satisfaction clear on his face as his tongue slides across his bottom lips. You mewl, hips bucking into the empty air. He plants a soft kiss on your heat, “Just for me. How cute.”

“Hoseok, please,” your strained plea runs from your lips without much thought to meet his mocking pout. You’re so close, you just need him to keep lapping at your soaked entrance, feasting on your juices and you would come undone before you know it.

However Hoseok seems to have other plans in mind as he stands back up, the straining in his pants all the more noticeable in his tight shorts. He leans in to kiss your neck, holding your behind flush against his cock. “Unfortunately, I can’t eat you out until you fall apart. We wouldn’t want anyone to come open the door, now would we?”

Your want has made you forget your predicament. You’re in the bathroom of your gym, ready to have the trainer you’ve been daydreaming about rail your neediness away. He made sure to lock the door but someone could soon start asking questions, looking for staff to complain to. Staff who would surely hurry to unlock the door, after all client satisfaction is important. Something that Hoseok is very aware of.

You shake your head as his husk approval meets your slick ear, “Good kitty.” He bites the shell of your ear, scraping against the heating flesh, “Now spread your legs for me.” You shuffle your feet side to side following his orders, legs too heavy to lift. “You’re doing so good for me,” he says, hoping to reassure you as his hands leave your body and you watch him, in the mirror, slide his pants down to expose his erect and flushed cock.

You almost turn around on instinct, one based on your countless dreams of having him in your mouth, weighing down your tongue. But you stay put, resorting to ogling his long and pretty dick. Hoseok doesn’t seem to mind as his hand goes to stroke lazily at the throbbing length while continuing to keep his distance from you.

His eyes lock with yours and you whimper because you know exactly what you could do to that dick of his if he’d just let you. However, he’s adamant on having his way with you. Maybe another time? Maybe. You close your eyes to let the sour thought of this being a one time occasion wash away and let Hoseok���s touch bring you back to the moment at hand.

His hand digs into the flesh of your hips and your needy heat clenches around empty air at the sweet and slow slide of the fleshy and precum glazed tip of his cock. Hoseok’s likes to drink up your reactions, staring into the mirror to admire your furrowed brows, your open mouth and your squeezed eyelids as he continues to run his pulsating member up and down your slit. He slips up, his enthusiasm getting the best of him as the tip grazes your clit and you bite into your clenched fist, your moan still managing to seep through.

Hoseok’s chest leans into your back as he places one of his hands above yours. He orders your gaze to meet his, the other hand hiding between your bodies to position himself at your entrance.

“This is gonna be just like our sprints in class. Are you ready, kitty?”

You munch on your wet lip, and repeat, through your panting mess, the only the only two words that seem to be in your mind, “Hoseok plea—ahhh”

His hard cock eases into your needy walls, slowly filling you up as his other hand moves back to restrain your only free hand. Chest against back, hands weighing on yours, and forehead bent down against your shoulder, he bottoms out and you release a combined sigh. You shut eyes spring open to stare at the delightful connection between your edged bodies. You can’t comprehend the situation, nor do you try to. This is really happening, huh?

It feels too good. Too good to be true and too good for your practically spasming pussy. Hoseok’s calm approach is short-lived, his second thrust as frantic as your breaths. The force at which he moves inside your slick walls, force strong enough to have the edge of the sink countertop dig against your stomach.

Your hand reaches back to hold onto his shoulder, trying your best to stay stable as each continuous attack of his hips sounds against your tender ass. Hoseok drags his dick out, making you moan and pant so much you’re clouding the mirror. He eagerly snaps back against your straining tightness, bottoming out as he puffs out laboured breaths and you gasp into your trembling shoulder. “Yes, yes, right there,” you sigh in between ragged breaths

He delivers another pointed thrust, pumping himself deeper into your warmth, “Here?” He breathes out and you nod hastily.

You can feel the short yet intense slap of his balls against your ass, the thrill of it all making you bend to spread your legs even further apart. Your face only centimeters away from the cold, metal tap, you shriek feeling the weight of Hoseok’s imprints on the small of your back as he pounds your sopping pussy. “Shit, all of this for me?” He pants, delivering his beloved strikes on the ass he’s made.

With your current limited vocabulary all you can do is nod, head bracing itself in the crook of your arm. Chasing your own pleasure, all while melting on the wonder that’s Hoseok’s cock, you move your hips to meet the now frantic pummelling of his straining dick.

One of his hands migrates to surround the soft and tender flesh of your neck as he pulls you up to reveal your fucked out gaze. “So fucking pretty.” He suckles the skin of your neck, biting into it to suppress his own moans. You wrap your hand around his forearm, chanting your go-to high-pitched request once again, this time managing to add one more word, “Hoseok, please, harder.”

Your heart is about to leap out of your chest at sight of the soft gaze he throws under heavy eyelids. “Anything for you, kitty.” And he gives you just that. He pumps in and out, hard, hand still around your neck, more so as a sweet gesture to help your head stay put as he admires his work. His other arm pushing you flush against his body, mushing your ass cheeks against his crotch. A feeling he welcomes with a low hiss.

Hoseok’s dick pulsates against your walls, as they suck him deeper, his length allowing him to graze spots in you nobody has touched before. The quick and pointed hammering makes your breath stutter. You’re so close, you think, but fail to communicate, mouth unable to form any coherent sounds apart from heavy moans and whines.

You spare a glance in Hoseok’s direction, to see his head nested in the crook of your neck, eyes shut and his cheeks puff out for every passionate thrust he delivers. Warmth, not the kind that comes from your current vigorous activity, but the one that’s born out of hope for more, overtakes you only this time you have no wish to dispel it.

Your free hand meets your sensitive bud, rubbing circles as his cock continues to make a mess of you. He must have felt the soft graze of your fingertips against his hot girth as his hands move to meet yours. He slides his fingers past your slick coating fingers that are soon placed back on your clit. Digits dancing around each other, your chest stutters into the bliss, back morphing into the bend of his chest. “Oh,Hos– ahhh, I’m clo–se.”

Hoseok finds the sounds that leave you endearing, a smile stretching along his lips. “Go on kitty, let my pussy cum all over me.” You shut your eyes, lips pressed against each other, glutes clenched to Hoseok’s striking approval, letting your pent up and often castoff desire for a certain man with a blinding smile, and inspiring ethic rush over your limbs, choked moans leaving your once sealed lips.

He thrusts on every breath intake, adamant on literally taking your breath away as his own unraveling follows shortly. Even in this state of frenzy, he manages, ever the professional and hard worker, to land his last thrusts just where he wants them. Deep within you, before he snatches his hypnotising member away from your ever yearning heat to decorate your back with a fat load, as he grunts out, “Ugh, hmph–mine.”

Strikes of white cum hit you as you sigh, trying your best to regulate your breathing all while hitting your face to convince yourself of the reality of the situation. You just fucked your trainer. The one you’ve been fantasising about for the past three months. You try to find some sort of guilt, looking to appease your mind and assure yourself that nothing bad will come out of this.

You’ll still be able to attend your lessons each week, sitting down at your same spot, staring ahead at him indifferently as he manages to not even break a sweat during his excruciating classes. You tell yourself that you’re sure everything will go back to normal once the two of you step outside the sex stenched toilet room. Everything will be just fine. You almost believe it, until you’re brought back to the present moment, as he swipes a cool water drenched paper towel against your ruined slit. Yeah, this is bad.

Mixing fantasies, longing stares and care can only lead to one possible thing. A bus you doubt he would jump on if it were to show up at his door steps. You scramble to retrieve the towel and proceed to clean yourself. Hoseok jumps at your less than gentle action, but decides not to give it much thought, unlike you.

“Thanks,” you attempt to lessen your rude behaviour. He gives you a lopsided smile, winking away your weakly established reassurance that you’ll manage not to think about this encounter from a point of view that’s filled with craving feelings and expectations.

“That was nice.”

You fail to suppress the laughter that’s screaming to be released, to see him flustered has you smiling, nodding reassuringly at his statement.

“Very nice, indeed,” you respond, throwing away the towel as you join Hoseok in putting your cycling shorts back on and closing the zipper of your cycling jersey.

Your eyes travel across the room to make sure that nothing is terribly out of place or different before your hands stroke down your front while you stare at the now silent man. You wait, expecting him to say something, wanting him to. When he doesn’t seem to have it in his plans to speak again, you turn around to walk towards the key he left in the lockset of the door.

A loud cough sounds behind you and you snap around, eyes eagerly staring at him to notice the full blown smile on his glowing face, making your heart skip.

His fingers gestures towards his back and once he notices your confused expression, he articulates his concern with a small laugh and scratch to his neck, “Uhm, you kinda forgot the back, my…. yeah, is still there”

“Oh,” you turn around to look at your back through the mirror. The sight alone of his cum has your mouth watering and legs clenching, something that doesn’t go unnoticed to Hoseok’s focused eyes. Just the reassurance he needed to feel like you weren’t completely regretting what just happened. “Right.” You sidestep him to reach for some more paper towels, hands trying their best to clean it up only to end up smearing it even more.

Hoseok’s hand reaches out. “May I?” Sighing you nod, discarding the ruined towels in the bin.

On second thought, you should have said no and struggled through the clean up on your own. The soft press of his digits against your back ignites your skin and pulls you back to the not so distant events in your mind. Your sharp breath intakes at each touch from his body further aids Hoseok in building back his confidence.

You definitely liked him, or at least your body did. He thinks and he would definitely not mind a repeat, preferably somewhere where he did not need to worry about time or intruders and where he could knead your ass to his heart’s content.

Once done, you step away, this time thoroughly cleaned and ready to leave. You turn back to follow your previous path, hand clenched around the key refusing to unlock the door as you await another interjection from his part. To unlock the door means this is finally over and as much as you might not believe this to be your best decision, you still want to bask in the awkward sweetness of the aftermath, just for a few more seconds. But Hoseok stays silent this time.

Your hand weights down on the handle, pushing it towards you. Sighing, you are brought back to reality as you stare at the bypassers outside of the toilet room. Your hand releases the handle, walking out and heading towards the changing rooms.

Your steps are slow, ready to halt upon his request. Yet, all your ears can hear is the shuffling of hurried feet and the sound of other classes taking place. Soon enough, you’re walking slow out of dejection rather than apprehension.

“Hey! Y/N!” Your skin shivers at the timbre of the familiar voice and you walk faster to stop a bit further away. You don’t want him to think that you were waiting for him.

Your body whips around, using the little resolve you have left to mask your delight at the sight of him.

“I’ll see you next week,” it comes out as a blend between a question and an affirmation and you can see in his eyes that he needs you to clarify the nature of his statement for him. To let him know there could in fact be more than today.

“I’ll see you next week, Hoseok.” You smile sheepishly as you turn around to scurry towards your intended destination, squealing into the palms of your hands. Hands that had touched him and had been caressed by him. Ultimately, hands that couldn’t wait to knead him the way he kneaded you.

Posted: July 16 2020

a/n: feel free to share any feedback, it’s always deeply appreciated 🥺

[librapjmx]

suddenly, it was love | sequel

summary: two years pass and you found yourself working on a new project for your company. seems like fate brought you and the people you wanted to forget back together 

member: namjoon x reader | yoongi x reader

haven’t read the first part? here it is

Your new life in Norway was a pretty good start for you. A new journey, new adventures, and challenges were ahead of you. You knew that the language was one key barrier for you but soon you learned and studied hard to become someone, to earn money, and settle down. You started working in a company, sponsoring trips, concerts, and more. It was nice to earn enough money for food, clothes, and a roof above your head. At first, you considered staying for the rest of your life but as time passed by you found yourself feeling lonely and foreign, no matter how easy the living got in Norway. You sought for your home, your people, and most importantly the feeling of being at the right place, a place you call home. You promised yourself to leave Norway once your last schedule was done. After giving in your resignation letter, your chef insisted you be the last time a part of one of his projects. He prepared so well and waited for this sponsorship a long time ago and now, the chance is in front of him and he wants you to lead it and be in charge of this important project.

"Y/N, you know that you're one of my favorite and important employees. Without a smart girl like you, I wouldn't be able to handle all of this." The CEO stared into your eyes, his hands grabbing a black folder in which his next project was written in.

"This project has been in my sight for so long and it's just as important as you. I want you to be the leader of my last project. Do well, don't disappoint me, and good luck" he exclaimed as he handed you the black folder. It felt so heavy when it was just papered. The immense amount of weight you felt wasn't because of the folder but because of responsibility lies on your shoulders. You know how much your CEO trust and respects you. You won't disappoint him.

"I will do my best Sir" you smiled, standing up and turning around to leave his office. You sat down in your workplace, next to your coworkers as you dropped the folder on your desk. Opening an empty word document, ready to type in your schedule for your last project.

You grabbed the dark folder and opened it. You were met by the cover sheet of the folder. Once your eyes scanned the, you felt your heart race at immense speed while you clutched onto the folder. Mouth dropping wide open as your eyes darted on the words on the cover sheet.

"Project BTS" you read out in a whispering tone, a fond look on your face.

You weren't sure how to feel or what to do. Now, everything was getting so black, the people around you stopped moving an inch and at some point, you only were able to listen to your heartbeat. Wondering if it was anxiety or fear of having to face people you wanted to avoid. These two years away from your home were horrible for you and you felt how the pain of your first days after your departure came back. Days of crying horribly in your apartment were running like a movie in front of your eyes. The feeling of guilt and hatred. The feeling of being betrayed by life and hating it. You didn't even know what kept you alive and what helped you fighting against this cruel life. Of course, you didn't want to give up on your last project but the consequences of facing all of them were pretty clear. You closed the folder as you stood up. In no way were you ready for this moment. Even after your departure from Norway, you decided to settle down in a small area where nobody will know you.

Hesitantly, you knocked on the door of the office of your CEO.

"Ah, Y/N do you have any questions?" he asked, his eyes scanning the black folder in your hand. His eyes were intensely staring into your eyes as if he knew why you're in his office.

"Sir, I-" you stopped in your tracks and asked yourself. What if they already moved on? You felt a little selfish by thinking that after two whole years anyone will be emotionally involved with you. Thinking back, everything was still hurting but that doesn't mean that it was the same with them. Who are you kidding? You've run away once, you had no intention to run away again. If there is something to face, then this project must be destiny's work.

"Don't tell me that this project is too much work for you." His eyes were curiously scanning your expressions.

"I, I just wanted to let you know that I will put my everything on this project" you exclaimed, hiding your real intention of knocking on his office. He chuckled slightly, finding it pretty adorable that you had to come to his office for assurance.

"I rely on you Y/N, that's why I chose you" he mumbled, turning back to his worksheets. "Their departure is tomorrow at 8 am, don't forget to pick them up. I don't care if you accompany the chauffeur or if you send in the van, that's for you to decide" he said, looking back at you, "now, this project is yours. Don't disappoint me" he smiled widely.

You bowed down, "I won't" you smiled back as you turned around to leave his office.

You dropped on your seat, opening the folder as you read through the papers. No matter how much you reread the schedule you weren't able to remember anything since your mind drifted off. You were never a person to focus on other things at work but now, you couldn't help but think about him. You wondered how he has been and what he has done until now. There were times where you tried to catch up with the media and what was going on. BTS was a hot issue nowadays and you knew that they were doing pretty well as a group, but you wondered how everyone was doing individually. Especially him.

You called the driver of the huge van, letting him know that you were awaiting BTS in your office tomorrow. To be honest, you weren't exactly sure if you wanted to accompany him. Nonetheless, you told him to go alone. The manager of their group will assist with everything until they arrive safely. Until then you booked a hotel, with a good price, and in a safe area where they wouldn't get bothered by crazy fans.

The day went past, and you found yourself walking from corner to corner in your small office which your CEO made accessible for your last project. Your heart started beating crazily and you were afraid that you would collapse any minute. Regretting your choice of not giving up on this project and leaving the country earlier made you feel irritated. You weren't sure how to react. Of course, they knew you. What about acting as if they're strangers? That's too cruel.

Just as you thought about escaping the whole situation, the knock at your office door brought you back to reality. You took a deep breath as you shut your eyes. It's time ...

The door opened, and you were greeted by the manager of the group, smiling widely at you as the boys came in one by one. Once their eyes locked with yours, their mouth dropped wide open. You were standing right in your position unsure of how to react or what to do. Trying to put on a smile was harder than you thought since your lips were locked in their place, not moving or reacting just like your body. Your heart skipped a beat as the person you longed for entered the room, not even looking up.

"Y/N!" you heard a familiar voice call out for you. Your head moved in the direction where it came from. Yoongi's eyes shot open as he looked up, staring at you a little shocked but also relieved. Jimin started smiling widely as his body moved in your direction, his arms wide open, greeting you with a firm hug. You were startled, still didn't move as you stared into the eyes you longed for staring at in the past two years. In no way was he thinking differently. His gaze didn't leave yours and for the first time of the day, you felt your lips curl up weakly. He didn't return the smile, instead, he dropped his gaze, ignoring your presence in the room.

"Wow, the world really is small" Jimin chuckled as he leaned back and looked at you.

"You've disappeared without telling any of us, without even saying goodbye" and you were kind of confused as these words left the mouth of Hoseok who was now greeting you with a warm hug. Yoongi hasn't told them about your departure.

The rest of the boys came in, hugging you except for Namjoon and Yoongi who stood in the room awkwardly. You bit your lip, looking down at your fingers.

"I needed a little time off for myself-" you whispered, returned by a giggle.

"The little time you're talking about expanded to two years, little girl" Seokjin exclaimed his finger pointing at his left wrist, acting like he was showing you the time. You smiled softly at him. You wondered how they can be so nice to you after all that happened. They must've figured out that Namjoon and you broke up already. What about you and Yoongi, do they know?

You exchanged the schedule dates with their manager before he left to make some arrangements. You were left alone in your office with the boys. They sat on the sofa while you told them about their upcoming schedule for the whole week. You even started talking about how you have been these past two years and what happened. It felt like time rushed as you found yourself getting a little tired but not wanting to leave since you missed them all so much.

"Whoa Y/N, you're still so organized as I remember," Jungkook said which you chuckled at.

"So how come you're still in Norway, don't you think about returning home?" Seokjin asked and you saw how the heads of Namjoon and Yoongi popped up, feeling their gaze on you, you sighed.

"I don't know" you lied, not wanting them to know that once they leave this country you would leave it as well. They were quiet as you noticed how the boys gazed between you and Namjoon. Clearly, they had no idea about you and Yoongi.

"Well," Taehyung broke the silence, standing up, "I think we will make our way to the hotel. The flight was so exhausting" you nodded, standing up as well.

"Do that, you will need your rest" you assured as you walked them to the door, feeling that a member of them hesitated to leave the room. The boys were giving each other some hints as they disappeared, closing the door behind them. You turned around and approached your desk as you heard the knock on the door, turning to face the one who wanted to enter your office.

"Y/N" the voice sent a shiver down your spine and the fact that you had to look into his eyes was making you feel even more nervous. He closed the door behind him as he approached you slowly, hesitating to wrap his arms around your body since you backed away, signaling him to keep his distance.

"I'm sorry" he mumbled, his hand reaching out for his neck as he bit his lip, "How have you been?" Namjoon cleared his throat unsure of what kind of conversation he can start with.

"Well, I've been doing pretty well" you lied, putting on a weak smile. You weren't as nervous as he approached you anymore.

"That's a relief..." an awkward silence was starting to fill the room and you wanted him to leave the room. Not because his presence was making you uncomfortable, but the silence was making you feel uneasy and awkward.

"Look, I-" his eyes sparkled and you were afraid of his words.

"I don't want to feel awkward or like a stranger next to you. I know that we broke up a long time ago but that doesn't mean that we've never known each other. I don't want to force you to come into my life again, I just want you to know that you're still special to me" he smiled, his dimples showing in the dimmed light of your room.

"I believe it's a miracle that fate decided to let us meet again. I believe that there must be a second thought to that, or maybe even a second chance" his eyes stared intensely at you and you wondered how he came to this conclusion within some hours.

"I know you might think that I am acting pretty fast but within these hours of only listening to your voice I had to get this off my shoulders. Y/N you left without any word and without letting us share a conversation like two grown people. I was getting sick of trying to reach out for you. But look there, fate made us meet again" his hands reached out for yours as he grabbed them firmly while locking his eyes with yours.

"Namjoon I-" he cut you off, not letting you talk in any way.

"Please don't say anything. I don't expect anything from you, I just want you to know that I didn't forget about you" he said, a soft smile was plastered on his face as he continued, "We'll leave after a week and I just wanted to make my point clear to give you enough time to think" he sighed deeply as if he was throwing off the weight from his shoulders.

"See you tomorrow then" He let go of your hands and turned around to leave the office. At that moment, you felt the ache in your heart. The feeling of betrayal and disloyalty towards a person you respect a lot. You didn't know how to react. His words were soft with affection, but they didn't affect you the way, you thought they would affect you. What exactly was he expecting from you? And why did you expect these words to come out from someone else's lips?

The past days went by pretty fast and you showed BTS gorgeous places in Norway. They had the opportunity to meet some fans and enjoy themselves. You were close again to the people you loved being with. You were able to have a conversation with every one of them, including Namjoon who was trying his best to be next to you. He talked to you, joked around with you and you forgot about your worries for a moment but then you found yourself staring into the distance, wondering why things ended like this. Yoongi clearly doesn't care enough for you and you were afraid of facing him again. You had no interactions with him at all. All he did was taking pictures with his huge camera, avoiding you, and only talking to his band members. Maybe he was doing it right. If you would've spent another minute with him, you would've fallen in love with him again. Was it love that blossomed again or was the love still in you, waiting for a sign by the person whom your heart belonged to?

"Y/N" Jungkook called out for you from the roof of a huge building. You started laughing wholeheartedly as you looked up, seeing how he started to dance to one of his choreographies. Showing him your thumbs up you clapped your hands together. You couldn't help but feel the intense gaze of someone on you. Slowly, you turned your head and looked in the direction of Yoongi who was pointing his camera in your direction. Caught off guard, he dropped his camera as you made eye contact with him through the lenses. The camera made contact with the strong asphalt of the road, the voice of cracking material filling the area.

"Ow shit, that was the sound of money cracking my ears" Jungkook shouted from above. You approached him, not knowing how but your feet guided you in his direction. He kneeled to pick up the parts of his now broken camera. He started picking up the parts even faster, not paying attention to what he was picking up since he felt that you were coming closer. The scent he promised to never smell again was touching the tip of his nose. Just as you were about to approach him he stood up and brushed past you, leaving you alone, hurt and confused. You wanted to keep on walking when you heard a dimmed crack under your feet. Moving your feet, you looked down as you faced the memory card of his camera. You kneeled down to pick it up but just as you wanted to call out for his name, you noticed his absence. Putting the memory card into your bag, you decided to hand it to him tomorrow.

At home you found yourself throwing yourself onto your bed due to exhaustion. Two more days were left, and you were excited but also sad to finish this project. After spending more time with the boys, you were sure about your departure from Norway. Seoul was your next destination and you promised to rent a place far away from the boys but still trying to keep in contact with each one of them. Just as you wanted to shut your eyes, pictures of Yoongi in front of you were appearing in your head. The way he concentrated on taking the pictures, getting the right angles, and moving the camera rightfully. At that moment, you wondered how the pictures he took were looking like. In no way did you mean to spy on him, it was just the curiosity that wanted to have a detailed look at the pictures. These pictures were a part of his personality, a part of him, and even though he ignored you extremely and acted as if you weren't there, you couldn't help but think about him even when he is present. You couldn't stop your heart from racing when both of you came closer and you couldn't stop your heart from aching once the closeness went to distance. You were still madly in love with the guy who was unapproachable for you.

You plugged the memory card into your laptop as you waited for the folder to open excitedly. Clicking on the folder you pressed on the slideshow, wanting to stare at these masterpieces in one go. The memory card contained a lot of pictures from the past days in Norway. The landscape, his members, and ... you? You furrowed your eyebrows as your pictures were displaying in front of you. The way you stood next to the members, talked, joked, or laughed with them. Others contained you smiling widely, playing around by yourself. You haven't noticed him taking pictures of you and it kind of made you feel special. You didn't notice how the tears started forming in your eyes. Tears of joy or was it tears of sadness. The feeling of wanting a returned love story. Just as you wanted to close the folder more pictures started displaying. These weren't pictures from past days no, they took place two years ago. While you were in a relationship with Namjoon still. At that moment, you realized how often he carried his camera while you all went out together. You were so focused on Namjoon that you've never noticed it. You felt ashamed and so sad that you weren't able to see all of this back then.

Soon you found yourself lying on your bed while crying yourself to sleep. How much you wished his arms to surround your fragile body, whispering comforting words into your ear while caressing your hair softly until you fall asleep. The night was pure torture for you.

The next day you met in your office, telling them about their upcoming trip to a famous area in Norway. Today was the last day before their departure which will take part tomorrow in the early morning. The boys decided to get ready in their hotel rooms and you accompanied them, telling them that you will wait in the lobby. Yoongi was eyeing you suspiciously as if he knew that you had something that belonged to him. Of course, the memory card was still lying in your hands and you found yourself staring down at the memory card. You wanted to ask him about the pictures but were afraid of his answer. Afraid that he will give you the answer you wait for. Even though you set your point two years ago, you still had a glimpse of hope that his feelings towards you didn't vanish completely. Why else would he still keep all of those pictures from you? Or maybe you're just overanalyzing it. There must be no meaning to that.

Someone cleared their throat behind you which made you jump from your thoughts as you turned your head to see Yoongi staring questioningly at you. His gaze dropped down to your fingers which were holding the memory card firmly between your fingers as if you were afraid to lose it. You stood up and shook your head as you approached him slowly.

"You-" this will be your first conversation after two years and you were unsure of how it would end. Will it is small talk, or will you hand the memory card to him, and without any words, you will part again?

"You dropped this yesterday and when I wanted to hand it to you, you were already gone" hesitantly you held out the memory card, hoping that he will take it and stay. So that you will be able to listen to his voice. He nodded his head, a weak smile plastered on his lips which made your heart explode and you were sure that the feelings towards him haven't left your heart. Your body still tensed up next to him, you felt rebellious as if your love towards him was to hide. His hand reached out for the memory card, fingers brushing softly your hand as he grabbed the card. The moment your fingers touched, you felt the blood rush through your veins, pumping your heart and shading your cheeks in light pink. He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something but then he decided to shut his mouth again. He was about to turn around when you held him back.

"I saw the pictures," you said with simple directness. He stopped in his tracks, turning his face towards you as you saw his cheeks getting red while he tried to avoid your gaze. Both of you stayed like this for a couple of minutes and only looked at each other without saying anything. Again, he was about to turn around when you called for his name.

"Yoongi-"

"Y/N-" he started, and your heart made a small jump as his voice filled the air. It felt like he took his courage together and finally wanted to talk. But just as he wanted to go on, he was cut off by his younger member calling out for your name.

"Y/N today is our last day, we have to at least have a nice dinner together" Jimin exclaimed, approaching you with his other two bandmates Hoseok and Namjoon. You turned your face to Yoongi who smiled weakly as he turned around. As if he found it ridiculous to even try to have a conversation with you.

Through the years he felt like he was getting weaker. Each day he found himself hurting since he lost something precious in his life. He never got used to your absence and the possibility of you never returning again. That's why forgetting you were even harder. He tried to make clear that the reason for your separation was disloyalty but no matter how much he tried to convince himself of that reason, he thought that your whys and wherefores were just illogical and stupid. He tried to put the blame on you, tried to hate and detest you but each time he tried to, he found himself in more pain than he was when he just lived on. Hating you was never on his list and ignoring you was just something he couldn't do.

Smiling at the bandmates, you nodded, seeing that Yoongi was already distancing himself from you. "Let's do that. You chose, where and what time. Send me the location and I will be there" you already forgot that you were the expert in Norway and that the boys were rather like tourists. Yoongi left the lobby from the exit and you ran his way, opening the door only to find busy people, walking on the street. No signs of him. You sighed as you turned around to walk up to the others.

"Can we leave?" Namjoon asked and you nodded, wondering where Yoongi left to.

"Where is Yoongi?" you asked as you looked around. The boys shrugged their shoulders. Just as you wanted to search for him a deep voice behind you called out for you.

"I'm here" he mumbled deeply from behind you. You shut your eyes, his voice sent a shiver down your spine. Nodding, you just went on the last trip to a famous area. The last day was rather timid and you wondered how the thing would go after returning to Korea. Today you only had eyes for Yoongi and you didn't care about the others. He felt the same way. Because this time he didn't ignore or distanced himself from you. Even though you barely talked he felt like he had to justify himself for the pictures he took of you and he wasn't sure what kind of reaction you had to the pictures. Over the course of the day, he found you sitting on the bench all alone while the boys went to McDonald's getting hungry really fast. You just wanted to sit down and wait until they finished eating their junk food. Suddenly, you saw Yoongi approaching you slowly as you leaned back slightly. He sat down next to you and sighed, his hands on his lap as he stared into the distance. Your heart started beating faster the more the silence grew.

"Y/N..." he started, still not looking at you. "About the pictures yesterday-" he started, trying to form the right sentences.

"Yoongi-" before he talked further you cut him off. "I saw them all-"

"And?" he asked, his heartbeat increasing, the fear of his dreams shattering with only one simple word. Just as you wanted to answer, you got interrupted by the maknae of the group, calling out for you two. You let out a sarcastic chuckle, finding it ironic that you always get interrupted by someone.

"I wonder if we've been a target for a curse. We must've been cursed" you chuckled, slowly, pulling a stain of hair behind your ear as you watched him carefully. He just smiled cheekily as his gaze dropped on his fingers.

"Every curse breaks one day" he smirked, seeing that the maknae was distracted by Hoseok as he turned his face to you.

"In fairytales only" you sighed as you turned your face from him, looking into the distance in front of you.

"How do you know?" you felt him staring intensely at you while you started fidgeting with your fingers on your lap.

It felt different, sitting next to him after a whole year. After slowly, getting used to the idea of not being able to see him. Not letting go but accepting him not being around. Even though, you missed his scent and his presence you couldn't help but think about the reason for you two not being able to be together.

"I don't know but, when I look at us I can't see a happy ending at all" you clarified as you still didn't look into his eyes, afraid of melting away once the words leave his lips.

"We haven't seen the end of our fairytale to jump to conclusions now. Maybe there will be an end full of surprises, huh" he chuckled and you wondered how he was able to be all positive in that situation. Actually, he was amazed by how he handled the situation. Because this time he wanted to make sure to state his point. This time he was aiming to not lose you.

"You're afraid" his gaze was burning on you and you felt the heat rising up as the tension grew.

"I am" you admitted.

"Don't be" He leaned his back as he breathed out quietly –"as long as you tell me to be distant I won't make a move on you and I will let my mind control my heart." He pointed from his mind to his heart. He didn't know where the courage came from and sure didn't want to stop in his tracks.

"Until I'm able to look into your heart. But if what my heart is telling me is true. If there is even a glimpse of hope for us-" he was cut off by you calling out for his name, trying to stop him to talk further.

"Yoongi-" but he jumped in and ended his sentence fast as he leaned in, your face inches apart that you were able to hear and feel his breath.

"Then even you won't be able to stop me" he finished, making you look up and stare forcefully into his eyes as he went on- "if you didn't forget me and my feelings." Your eyes landed on his, staring deeply into his soul, knowing that just like you he still didn't let go.

"Because I still didn't forget about you." He clarified as he leaned back again to put his hands into his pockets, staring into the distance. With that he stood up from the bench, turning around to you one last time as if he was waiting for your answer. You were afraid of answering, afraid of giving him hope and then letting him down again. Because no matter how much you want to throw your arms around his neck, your guilt stops you. Guilty because of your disloyalty towards Namjoon. But again, an inner voice was calling out for you. Calling out for his name.

Just as he wanted to walk up to his members you stood up, stopping him.

"I haven't" those words left your lips faster than one can count to two. His head turned to the side, eying you from the corner of his eyes. "I haven't forgotten about you..." you sighed, stepping closer, "about us" you admitted, only letting your heart take control over your feelings and words. You saw the ends of his lips curling up as he walked away from you, trying to hide his euphoria at your words. Suddenly, he was a different person. Someone who was more cheerful than ever. Somehow, both of you confessed after such a long time. Even though it wasn't a real confession. This time you wanted to hold onto him, overgo all the stations in your path, together with him.

The night was approaching, and you made yourself ready for the last dinner with the boys. Putting on a decent and modest dress. As if you were going on a date with Yoongi. Even though the others were joining, you knew for sure that you had only eyes for him.

Sitting down on your chair you waited for the others to arrive and as the time passed you found yourself feeling more anxious. Being dressed fancy but sitting alone in front of a big table was reason enough for you to get pitiful glares.

Just as you wanted to grab your phone to call them a warm hand landed on your right shoulder from behind, making you turn around. The smile faded slowly as you saw Namjoon standing in front of you, all alone.

"Where are the others?" you asked, staring behind him, hoping that the others will eventually come after him.

"They take a little longer with packing" he scratched his neck nervously as he smiled faintly. Without saying anything further he sat down next to you.

The waitress came asking for your order. Namjoon leaned back loosely as he ordered his food. The waitress stared at you, waiting for your order.

"I won't order until they arrive," you said, smiling back at the waitress who left. A couple of minutes went by and Namjoon's food was served. He didn't touch anything but rather stared at you, deep down waiting for you to say something. He sighed as he leaned forward to be closer.

"Actually Y/N," he started, biting his lips since he was unsure if he should really be honest right now. He chuckled, feeling uneasy and silly for what he was about to say, "The boys won't come" he admitted.

"What?" you mumbled, hoping that you heard wrong.

"I told them to not come because I wanted to spend time with you" he stopped, his eyes locking with yours, "alone" he finished his sentence.

"Why?" was the only thing that left your lips.

"Y/N, do you remember our first day in Norway? When we talked in the office together. Well, I talked." His hands were reaching out for his neck as he rubbed it slowly, this time afraid to look into your eyes. "I told you that you are still special for me and that I wanted to give you time to think about all of this" The atmosphere filled with a cold breeze of air and you felt your heart break apart while the tears made its way up to your eyes.

"Y/N-" his hands grabbed yours and your heart jumped. Afraid of giving him more hope. As if it was a reflex you pulled your hand away from his grip. His smile faded.

"Namjoon, I-" he cut you off.

"Is it because of him?" he gritted his teeth and your eyes widened at his words.

"Wha-" again he interrupted you, his hand balled into a fist as he hit the table with it, making you jump in shock. People were starting to look at you, but you couldn't care less. He was waiting for your answer, waiting for you to deny it but you were silently staring into his soul. He stood up angrily, making you wince as your heartbeat increased. You realized where he was heading to and soon you stood up and ran behind him. He was in a rage, blood shooting out of his eyes as he focused on the road while walking.

"Namjoon, please listen to me-" you grabbed his shoulders over and over again, trying to stop him but his fury was bigger.

"What?" he shouted, stopping in his tracks suddenly, making you take steps back, afraid of his sudden movements.

"Was it fun? Was it fun to break my heart?" he yelled, his eyes filling with tears. "Do you think that I haven't noticed the atmosphere between you and Yoongi? Do you think I'm blind to not see the way you were looking at him? Nonetheless-" he raised his finger, biting his lips as he shut his eyes, "Nonetheless, I had hope in me. Hope that you still loved me" he wiped away his tears as he took a deep breath.

"Y/N" his hands reached out for your face as he pulled you closer, his forehead leaning in on yours, "I loved you so much... why?" he asked and you weren't able to form words.

"I'm so sorry Namjoon" you repeated endlessly until he pulled away. He wiped away his left tears as he stared at you seriously, stepping back and turning around.

"Wait Namjoon, it's not his fault! Please listen to me" you ran behind him but he pushed you away with his arm extending, making you step back. He didn't even listen any further as he left you in the middle of the night all on your own.

He was rushing into the hotel, knowing that the boys were still awake, waiting for Namjoon to arrive with good news. That wasn't the case. Furiously he opened the door to the room, storming inside as he threw his jacket away. Surprisingly, no one was in the room. Maybe they went out but at that moment he heard the noise of a running TV and he figured that the boys left except Yoongi. From behind he saw him watching TV carelessly and it made him mad.

„Seems like you love to take old things of mine" Namjoon scoffed at his older member as he took the remote on the couch to turn off the TV. Yoongi was surprised at the sudden movement and entry by Namjoon.

„What's that mean?" Yoongi hissed, knowing exactly what he meant.

„You know exactly what I mean" Namjoon mumbled, not wanting to have a conversation with him at all. Yoongi, the angry person he was, walked up to him and grabbed the remote.

„If you're able to start a conversation then you should be able to set your point and finish it" he exclaimed, arms crossed over his chest. Namjoon ignored him as he sighed, leaving Yoongi by brushing hard past him.

Yoongi chuckled sarcastically and looked down, knowing that his member was still in the room. „Glad to know that you're treating Y/N as equal as ‚things'. Had no idea you were looking at here in an objective way" he knew that he touched a sensitive spot of Namjoon. He was rather boiled with anger as he turned around and stepped closer to Yoongi, grabbing his shoulder harshly and turning him around.

„I never said that Y/N was an object" he pushed Yoongi but all he could do was smiling slyly.

„You surely treated her as one by your statement" Yoongi was calm, knowing that it will piss the younger one-off.

„Just because you know I'm right you try to change my statement the way you find it pleasant" Namjoon pointed at his chest as he pushed him again.

„What will you do, huh? Y/N loves me, not you" he called out as Namjoon wanted to return into his room.

This one was too much for the younger one to handle as he ran up to Yoongi and grabbed his collar.

„You bastard! You knew that Y/N and I were happy and just because you couldn't fulfill your life with the happiness you decided to destroy mine" his face was too close for Yoongi to handle and he simply grabbed the hands of Namjoon to loosen them and push him back.

„If it wasn't for your ignorance toward her then you would be able to say that but believe me you hurt her so much with your behavior that you don't even deserve to decide if she was happy by your side or not" he bluntly said being really relaxed.

„Y/N belongs to me Yoongi and this will never change. I know that she is just confused because you took advantage of her! She will forget you soon!" he chuckled sarcastically, making Yoongi angrier even though he tried to prevent himself from showing his anger. „Look, you're being a pain to my ass. I would be happy if you would just disappear" Namjoon finished his statement, followed by a hard push against Yoongi's chest.

"I can't believe you tell me these harsh words. She sure isn't confused Namjoon. Face it! You were a jerk and now you have to pay for it" he chuckled and rolled his eyes as he wanted to brush past his member, but Namjoon grabbed his arm and turned him around, pushing him at the wall.

„Y/N is mine!" he gritted his teeth, coming closer as he was ready to fight with his member.

„Oh is that so? Then let me change that quickly" Yoongi smiled slyly, the boy was in a rage, nothing could've stopped them two as he leaned in closer to Namjoon, „Do you want to know what happened between me and Y/N after you broke up? Do you want to hear what she told me this afternoon? Do you-" just as he wanted to finish his sentence he was pushed against the wall, Namjoon fisting his jaw as he hissed in pain.

„I won't hurt you, Namjoon" Yoongi held his jaw as he looked up at his younger member who was burning from anger, his eyes darted on Yoongi as he wanted to run up at him and hit him again. Just as he wanted to walk further, he felt a tight grip on his wrist and a familiar voice calling out for him, telling him to stop.

„Please", your voice cracked as you sniffled softly, staring at the two in front of you in disbelief. Namjoon relaxed as soon as your grip tightened around his wrist. Yoongi eyes you in shock as he took a deep breath.

„What the hell are both of you fighting for?" you questioned even though you knew exactly the answer because you were listening to the conversation since the beginning.

„Hell, that's exactly what I wanted to avoid and you two are making it even harder for me! I, I just wanted both of you to be happy" tears were streaming down your face, you loosened the grip on Namjoon's wrist and wiped away your tears.

„You two are freaking brothers how can you fight over such a silly thing? Is it worth giving up on your friendship?" you asked, both of them were staring directly at you and were concentrating on your words.

„Yes, I was disloyal Namjoon because I fell in love with your best friend, your brother" you wiped away the tears as you stepped closer, „But believe me we never cheated on you. We both fell for each other without bad intentions and it ate us up that we weren't able to hold each other. Even if that feeling of having each other was astonishing, there was always a spot in our hearts which were hurting because we thought about you, about your feelings" you said in a brittle tone. Namjoon was hearing his heartbreaking as he figured that you were already gone from his love.

„I never wanted to lose any one of you two. Namjoon, not even you and you might think that this is stupid but I wanted you as my friend." you chuckled slightly as you turned your head to the side, „That's pretty selfish of me, right?"

The room was filled with silence not one single word left the lips of the boys.

„I never wanted to betray you or play with your feelings and I apologize wholeheartedly if I did, I just sinned and couldn't control my heart" your eyes looked up to meet the ones of Yoongi who gulped hard, afraid of your next move, afraid that you will decide to leave again.

„My heart ate up my rationality as I held his hands, it told me that it was okay because it was love. I wanted to fight back, fight the urge to let myself go next to him but I couldn't and I hate myself for that" you whispered the last part as you stepped closer again, both eyes locked on your face.

„I hate myself for ruining a friendship" your voice cracked again, fighting the urge to cry even harder.

„But we can't decide who we fall in love with" you shook your head. One last time you stared into his eyes as you stepped back, wiping away the left tears.

„From today on I won't bother you two anymore" confessing was a bad idea and you should've given up the project from the beginning.

„I'm so sorry for the pain I caused. I hope that one day you will be able to forgive me but please forgive each other" you turned around with your last words, afraid of hurting them more by staying.

Not even an hour passed and Yoongi found himself in the living room, head hurting and heart aching from the pain of a never fulfilling love story. He always thought that this kind of love was only existing in movies but that was the first time he believed in love and the power of that certain feeling towards someone.

Within the night the other boys returned. Surely, they felt that something was off but blamed on the stress and the busy days. They didn't even question Namjoon about the dinner with you and he was happy that nobody mentioned her name. The flight departure was arriving, and the boys left for the airport.

"Isn't Y/N coming?" Jimin asked as they were driven to the airport by a black van.

Namjoon stared back at Yoongi who had his music blasting through his ears, drifted off by his surroundings as he imagined your face in front of him. He sighed, shrugging his shoulders, not wanting to talk about you right now. They knew that something was wrong but the signals of Namjoon for not talking any further were even more vivid.

The van came to halt and the managers were taking their suitcases while everyone else went straight into the airport. Namjoon waited until all of them were gone as he held out for the wrist of Yoongi. The daydreamer turned around as he pulled out his earbuds, curious about what his younger friends were about to say.

Namjoon chuckled, "I really am a jerk" he mumbled, making Yoongi furrow his eyebrows.

"What?"

"I am a jerk for not being able to see the connection and love between you and Y/N." he sighed, "I wronged her and you were by her side all times and for that I am thankful," he said.

"I really don't deserve her. Maybe I'm not even that strong to love her the way she deserves to be loved. I know that Y/N loves with heart and soul, a kind of love who is willing to sacrifice her everything for the happiness of her beloved one." He exclaimed, staring into the distance as the words left his lips. Indeed, he was right in everything he said. He realized your love was strong enough to sacrifice your happiness even twice.

"Men do not have the strength to love that way but in your eyes Yoongi, I saw that kind of love. That kind of love which loves with heart and soul. It's astonishing how both of you love the same." He chuckled again, staring down at his feet as he smiled faintly, "I wish it would be like that, but she doesn't love me." Yoongi was silently listening to his younger member.

"Both of you will think that I will feel bad and awful. Yeah, it's true, I'll feel awful. It will hurt letting her go but life goes on. And maybe in a couple of years, I will laugh and remember that I've loved a girl named Y/N who never belonged to me. But it's not your fault. We don't choose who we fall in love with" Yoongi's eyes were filling with tears. For a moment he felt selfish and he just wanted to forget you, but he knew that it's not easy.

Yoongi and Namjoon were still standing in their positions, not moving an inch but then Yoongi heard a sob in front of him. His throat was hot and itchy due to holding back the pain. Yoongi stepped closer to Namjoon, hesitantly reaching out for his younger member to turn him around. He looked up at him, hesitating of doing the next step.

"You're my best friend" Namjoon mumbled, holding in the tears.

„We're brothers" Namjoon took a deep breath as he wrapped his arms around Yoongi, patting his back the way Yoongi did as well. Both of them smiling faintly as they leaned back fast.

Namjoon wiped away his tears and cleared his throat.

„Can you promise me something?" Namjoon asked him and Yoongi exactly knew how much his younger friend suffered right now. He knew what it meant to love.

"Don't give up on her." He said as his older friend nodded, ashamed of doing it but still promising it. "I've already organized it with our manager. Your flight is booked for tomorrow evening." He took the ticket out of his jacket, handing it to his friend. Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows as he saw two tickets in his hands.

"But-" he started getting cut off by Namjoon.

"I hope you'll bring her back home" he said, sighing as he looked at his watch, "Well, I have to leave before I miss our flight" you leaned in, whispering "I don't want to be the third wheel around you two" he chuckled and his friend felt the pain in that faint laugh. He waved at him as he stepped away but before he left Yoongi called out for his name. Namjoon turned around, his eyebrows raised.

"Thank you" Yoongi smiled, holding the tickets firmly in his hands. He received a smile from his member as he saw him walking away from him.

Yoongi took out his phone, realizing that he didn't have your number in his phone. He didn't even know where you live. In these unknown streets of Norway, a language and people unknown to him, he decided to search for you. He even forgot about the name of the streets where your company was. Nonetheless, he tried his best and unpacked his English skills to ask strangers. The name of the company was well known at least. He jumped into a taxi driving to your office. He really hoped that you would be in your office. The night was pitch dark and the lights of your company were shut already. Still, he approached the building hoping to see you. He didn't know why but he felt like you were in that building, staying in your office all alone. Shutting away from everyone as you did back in Seoul. Either here or in your apartment. Sadly, he didn't know where you were living. Going back to the hotel would be a hassle since they checked out already. He sighed, taking a deep breath. First, he had to calm down.

"Yoongi?" the voice sent a shiver down his spine. As if you knew that he would be standing here in front of that building. He turned around slowly, staring at you from the distance as he recognized the silhouettes of your body. You were stepping closer and once you saw his face, your heart sank. You were confused as to why he was here.

Yoongi didn't hesitate a bit as he approached you with huge steps, his arms surrounding your body as he pulled you tighter. His smell made your feet feel weak, his touch was making your heart race, and the way he caressed your hair made you feel safe somehow. You didn't know why but at this point you started crying as you pulled your arms around his waist, sobbing into his arms. Time stopped.

That's how both of you started. How your love story started. You were crying in his arms again and he was embracing you again.

"I told you Y/N, there will be an ending full of surprises, didn't I?" he mumbled, making you chuckle as you were still sobbing. You didn't want to let go of his warm embrace, but he leaned back. His hands grabbing yours firmly as he locked his eyes with yours.

"Yoongi, why are you here? Your flight departed already. What about-" you started rambling as he cut you off.

"Don't worry my manager is aware." He said putting a strand of hair behind your ear. "I already have a ticket for tomorrow and you will be accompanying me" Yoongi exclaimed and your eyes stared at him wide open, your mouth dropping.

"But-" again he cut you off. This time he wanted to explain before he let you speak.

"No 'buts', listen to me Y/N" he smiled at you. Your hands were still in his and you felt his thumb drawing circles on the back of your hand, "I think we suffered enough. Two years, I wasn't able to listen to your voice, I didn't see your smile and it made me go insane that the only thing left from you were the pictures in my camera. Still, that wasn't enough. Y/N, no matter how much I tried to forget or hate you, I couldn't. Because my love was so strong that I considered hating myself but not you. Because all you deserve is love!" He sighed as he stepped even closer, one hand cupping your cheek to wipe away the tear that left your eye, "It's time to break the curse. This is our fairytale and only we can break it"

"Will you kiss me to break it?" you chuckled faintly, making him smile at your words.

"I'd do that," he said in a serious tone. You sniffed and wiped away the left tears as you took his hand on your cheek in your hand again.

"But nothing is as easy as in fairytales. Yoongi I don't know what I would do without you but after seeing what happened today, I'm sure that I will only cause pain. I hate to say this but I still see no happy ending for us" you admit. Yoongi sighed, letting go of your hands as he pulled out the tickets. He stared at them with a faint smile plastered on his lips.

"Do you know who gave me those tickets, telling me to bring you back home?" Yoongi asked, raising his eyebrows as he stared at you, "Namjoon" your eyes widened at his words.

"We don't have to start a relationship once we get back. Just promise me that no matter how long it will be and when promise me that in the end, you will still be mine" he mumbled, putting the tickets back into his jacket.

"Yoongi" you mumbled, your hands cupped his cheeks as you stepped closer, "I am and will be yours forever."

"Then come with me. Let yourself go in my arms. Don't worry about the future and just stay in my arms" his hands cupped yours which were on his cheeks, slowly bringing them down. He lifted your chin, his warm touch burning on your skin.

"I'm trusting you" you whispered, feeling him leaning closer as you shut your eyes.

"Trust me" he whispered, his breath touching your skin, sending a shiver down your spine as he leaned closer. He closed his eyes, leaning in as his lips finally touched yours. It wasn't like the first time when you kissed. The first time was explosive, but this was bombing. It was soul-piercing the way his hands cupped your cheeks and he felt at ease as you kissed him back. Sometimes a new start is what everyone is searching for. Sometimes happiness takes time to find you.

"Y/N" he mumbled as he leaned back, breaking the kiss, "Are you coming back home?"

You smiled, nodding your head at his question. His grumpy smile was making your heart jump as he leaned in to hug you tightly. Though you in his arms already made you feel back home again.

"Let's go home Yoongi" you mumbled in his embrace and he chuckled, kissing your hair.

[yeollieayheehoo]

Circles

Authors note: This is my very first request! “ can i request a taehyung and reader angst? it can be whatever you want it to be, i just want some good ole angsty angst. “ Thanks anon. One angst for you 

Summary: This is never easy, losing a life. 

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader (female)

Genre: angst

Rating:  PG

Warnings: explicit language, mention of life loss, miscarriage, 

Word Count: 2.1K

The lights are too bright.

The walls are too white, and the room practically glows around you. You can’t help but wonder if it’s the remnants of the souls that have died in this room, finding the sheetrock a reasonable substitute to shine their light, their bodies failing them.

You wonder if your child will find their way back to this room, or if they will find another room in this hospital to illuminate.

Beside you your husband answers the nurse’s questions, your voice failing you. Your husbands’ hand is tight in yours, his tan skin seeming darker than usual against yours, which has turned white too. You hope that you will join this room also, when your body too fails you.

You can hear the nurse say she’ll be back, and you close your eyes, unable to look at the orbs that spin in front of your eyes. Your husband presses a kiss to the back of your hand, tells you he’s going to call his mother, and leaves you alone in the room with the last three hours running through your head.

 “What do you want for lunch?” Taehyung places his left hand on your hip, clasping his right hand with your left and sways from side to side, grinning brightly at you, pleased with his impromptu dance in your living room.

“Cheese sticks.”

“Cheese sticks, huh?” You giggle as he spins you, imagining the music in his head and leading you to an unknown beat. “Oooh, and a milkshake. God I could kill for a vanilla milkshake right now.”

“Murder is still illegal my love, but I could probably do something about the milkshake and cheese sticks.” You hum in consideration as your free hand slides it’s way from his shoulder to play with the hair kissing the nape of his neck. “Does it count as murder if you’re pregnant? Because the tiny human in me is the one demanding, thus the one responsible for the murderous need for a milkshake.”

“I love when your lawyer comes out.” Taehyungs voice is teasing as he leans forward and presses his lips softly against yours. He puts the hand he’s holding over his shoulder before letting his fall to your waist, pads of his thumbs rubbing small circles into the skin of your stomach.

The doorbell interrupts your moment and you cant help but smile at Taehyungs pout as you pull away. “It’s open! You don’t have to ring every time you come over Joonie.”

“After the time I found you two procreating, I’ll ring, thanks though.” Namjoon walks through your door with both hands full of bags. “Did Christmas come early this year?”

“For you? No. For the tiny human invading your womb right now? Absolutely.”

“You know, the two of you could refer to that tiny human as our baby. That is a thing.” Taehyung moves, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder. His fingers are splayed across your stomach, where they’ve been unable to stay away for more than a few hours since you told him the news of your pregnancy.

“Yeah, but tiny human is cuter than baby.” Namjoon shrugs as he sets the shopping bags down on your living room table and settles in the chair that’s dubbed as his.

“He has a point.” Taehyung sighs and kisses your cheek before pulling away and grabbing his keys from the kitchen counter. “Cheese sticks and a vanilla milkshake, anything else?”

“Just for you to come home safely.” You smile sweetly at your husband and pull him by his hand back to you, kissing him gently. He hums against your lips before stepping back and moving to the door. “Always my love. I’ll be back.” He leaves with a backwards shout of love and you turn your attention to your best friend when the door closes. “What is all of this?”

“I know you don’t know what you’re having yet, but I figured whatever you don’t need you could save for the next kid. It’s not like it’ll go out of style, I have great tastes obviously.” Namjoon gestures to himself and laughs before leaning forward. “But seriously, I figured you could just put the boy clothes away until you have a boy, or vice versa.” You ruffle Namjoons’ hair before ignoring the couch and sitting on the floor, reaching for one of the bags in front of you.

He’s gone all out. It takes you thirty minutes to sort through the clothes Namjoon has bought, splitting them by gender and then by age range. You’re finishing folding the last pair of jeans for the boy pile when your phone rings and you’re quick to your feet to grab it as Taehyungs’ ringtone echoes in your kitchen. It ends before you can get to it and as you go to redial, Namjoons’ hands catch your elbows as your knees give out beneath you.

“We need to get you to the hospital.” The room spins as he speaks and his voice sounds garbled, like he’s miles away from you instead of three inches. You drop your phone as you press the heels of your palms against your eyes, shaking your head. “I-I’m okay. It’s just a dizzy spell.”

“Y/N, you’re bleeding.” This, you hear perfectly, words spinning around in your mind as the world slows down. Your eyes dart to the spot you were sitting at on the floor, the bright red stain almost puddling against your light brown hardwood floor. You follow the drips that stop at your current location, red trail marking its way down the legs of your jeans.

“I can’t, that’s not..” You stumble over your words as your mind tries to process what’s happening. You can feel the color drain from your face as your breath quickens and the walls of your home close in on you. Namjoons’ hand is hot against your back, almost too hot as shock settles into your bones and you realize what’s happening as Taehyung walks in through the front door.

“Y/N?!” You can hear the panic in his voice as he rushes over, all but throwing the food you’d asked for on the table. “I’m going to start the car. She needs to go to the hospital.” Taehyungs hands replace Namjoons’ and you find that your body is stiff as he pulls you against him. “I’m going to carry you, put your arms around my neck.”

“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…” Apologies pour from your mouth before you can stop them, body on autopilot as Taehyung lifts you bridal style and holds you to his chest. “Shhh, it’s okay. You have nothing to apologize for.” His voice is soft against your hair as he carries you to the car, instructing Namjoon to grab your purse from the coat rack as he goes to close the door.

Taehyung shuffles into the back seat with you, keeping his fingers laced with yours as Namjoon speeds through traffic, weaving in and out of cars, ignoring the horns that come his way. Your mind races as you try to remember if there was a warning, if there was a pain, something you ignored, but nothing throws itself at you. All you can think of are the piles of clothes you folded and the warmth of Taehyungs hands against your stomach.

 Everything turns to a blur by the time you get to the ER and you’re no longer sure if this is reality or some cruel joke your mind has decided to play on you. Your body trembles, though from the blood loss or the actual temperature of the mid-day fall breeze you don’t know. It’s not until you’re loaded on a stretcher and wheeled through the waiting room that your body goes numb, senses shot into over drive, and the laughter of the little girl you pass who’s sitting with her mother makes your mind shut down as you pass through the double doors of an operating room.

 “Y/N? Can you hear me?” You’re pulled from the memory of cold steel pressed against your skin and back into the too white room, Taehyungs’ eyes wide with worry.

“What did I do wrong?” Your voice finally breaks, bottom lip quivering as the dam breaks. “What did I do? I’m sorry Tae, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I killed our baby.”

Your husband is quick to climb into the hospital bed with you, careful to avoid the wires of your IV. His hands are warm when he pulls you to his chest as your body trembles, sobs racking through your being as you hide your face against his shirt. “You didn’t, my love. You didn’t kill our baby, you didn’t do anything wrong. It just wasn’t time, the world wasn’t ready for them yet. It’ll be okay, we’ll be okay.”

 You don’t say anything as you’re discharged, Taehyung listening carefully as the doctor explains what you can and cannot do, taking the list that’s offered to him. Namjoons’ tired face greets you in the waiting room, giving your hand a squeeze as he says nothing, opening the car door for you as Taehyung pushes you in the wheelchair to the back seat. It smells like lemon and you know that Namjoon has spent the hours you were in hell trying to clean.

The ride back home feels like a nightmare. The sun has set and the moon struggles to shine through the overcast of clouds and you know all too well what that feels like.

Your home has the same lemon scent, and you find yourself grateful this time for it. The living room table is empty, not how you left it and you furrow your brows. “Where are all of the clothes?” Your voice is scratchy, throat raw.

“I put them away…I didn’t think you’d want to look at them.” Namjoon regards you warily, rubbing his hand across the back of his neck as you glare at the once full table. “Take them back, get a refund for them.”

“We can talk about it later, you need to rest.” Taehyung hand is gentle against your elbow, a stark contrast from the way you pull away from him violently. “I don’t want to talk about it later. There’s nothing to talk about. They’re just going to go to waste. Get your money back Namjoon.”

“Keep them.”

“For what? To save for later? There won’t be a later. I’m done. I can’t do that again. I refuse.” You can feel the tears before they well in your tear ducts, the tingling sensation climbing from your cheeks and up your nose. “You heard what she said Taehyung. A twenty five percent chance to make it to full term. Twenty-five. That means three out of four tries are going to end up right back here and I can’t go through that. I can’t sit here and try again just to feel the life we made together die inside me.” Your voice cracks at the last word, and you stumble back against the couch as your legs give out from under you. Taehyung rushes towards you, kneeling down in front of you as you bury your face in your palms.

“We don’t have to talk about this right now. We aren’t going to talk about this right now. “

“Just leave me alone. Please.”

“You don’t need to be alone right now.”

“For fucks’ sake, just leave me the fuck alone!” You don’t mean to yell, don’t mean to be this angry, don’t mean to take it out on your best friend or husband, but you do. When it’s clear that neither of them are going to move, you do, finding solace in the bathtub of your extra bathroom.

 It’s hours before Taehyung knocks on the door, silently stepping into the room and sitting in the bathtub across from you, knees touching yours as he plays with your fingers. You don’t know how long the two of you stay like this, the silence growing into something ugly, coating the walls and turning the air around you heavy. “You need to eat.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Y/N-“

“I meant what I said Taehyung. I’m not trying again. If you want kids, have them with someone else.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Yes. I do.” Taehyungs hands stop moving against yours because he knows. He knows you’re serious, knows you’ve made up your mind. If he’s learned anything in the last two years it’s that you don’t go back on your decisions. He sighs as he leans his head back against the shower wall, feeling defeated because he knows.

He knows you’re done.

[chensuggababy]

So What

Summary: A night of two peoples have an adventure together.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Character (female)

Genre: Fluff x Sad x Adventurous

Rating: PG

Warnings: Minor mentions of brain cancer, death, and suicide 

Word Count:  6.6K

The bell above the door ringed. It was a girl in pair of blue jeans, a plain black shirt with a gray zipped up jacket. She had the hood up trying to make her less noticeable from the other costumers. The diner wasn't empty, but it wasn't full either.

"Just take a seat anywhere, Love." The waitress who was in her mid-forties wearing a diner uniform called out to her while she was pouring coffee in the mugs for an elderly couple. The girl looked around to see that there was a window seat on the farthest side of the diner. She walked fast to the table, sliding in the booth. She could have sworn that the gentlemen at the counter were talking about her. Brushing off, she flipped through the menu of the diner. There were many options to have but nothing could make her feel better than a cup of extra chocolate in her hot chocolate and pancakes.

"What can I get you, Love?" Looking up at the waitress, she could see the fair wrinkles forming into her old age skin, and the considerable layer of make up the lady had caked on her face.

"Hot chocolate with extra chocolate and a stack of pancakes please." She said softly but loud enough to be heard. She folded the menu and placed it back where she had found it.

"Alrighty Love, it should be coming out shortly." Jotting the order down with a pen and the ticket pad. The waitress turned to turn in the order before assisting with other customers. The girl looked out the early evening of the sun getting ready to set, watching nothing in specific, just letting her mind wander. She was having a rough time since her friend Taehyung took his life.

"Here you go Love, one hot chocolate with extra chocolate. Your pancakes should be coming soon. Let me know if you need anything else." The waitress placed the mug of hot chocolate in front of the girl. She offered her a light smile before going to check on another guest.

There was a ring from the door, making notice that someone had entered the diner. She didn't bother looking up until the figure sat in the booth in front of her. The girl brought the mug of hot chocolate up to her lips, blowing on it before taking a sip, it was her chance to check out the male in front of her. He had a fainted yellow blonde hair that was a little messy but a small gap on the forehead. The small hoops he had in his ear matched with the chains around his neck and his white shirt, black jacket, and black pants.  She studied him while he was looking through the menu of the diner. When the waitress came to ask him what his order was, his voice a deep voice that had laziness to it, as he had woken up for the day.

She didn't pay any much attention as she had gone back to looking out in the window to see nothing. They were in the part of the town where barely anybody visits, not because they don't want to visit it. Because it was the run-down part of the city, it doesn't get any attention from the townspeople.

"A hot plate of pancakes and here's the syrup." The waitress set down the plate and a jar of maple syrup. She asked the girl if she needed anything else, but the girl gave a quiet no thank you to the waitress. The waitress smiled and told the girl to call her if she ever needs anything. She unrolled the silverware from the napkin, took the fork in her hand after pouring her syrup on the pancakes. When setting the jar down and looking up, she meets eyes with the blonde hair man sitting two booth seats away from her. To him, her eyes were like an open invitation to join her; To him, her eyes held a story that she wanted someone to hear. To her, his eyes showed tiredness and a hint of giving up on everything. To her, his eyes showed that he too had a story that he wanted someone to hear. She was the first to look away with a blush trying to bloom across her face. She pulled the hood farther to make sure that he couldn't see her blush.

It was the first time showing any emotions after losing her best friend. When the news of her friend, she had no tears to spare for him. It was like all the water in her body wouldn't produce the tears for her to cry over her dead friend. She blamed a lot of people, including herself for his death. If only she knew a way to save him before it had come to what he did.

Shaking off the feeling she was feeling, she focused back onto her food. Curious to who she is. He grabbed his black coffee by the handle of the mug. He stood up, walked to her table, and placed his cup down.

"You don't mind if I seat here, right?" He asked her, making her glance up to meet his dark brown eyes. She could have told him to fuck off and leave the table. She could have left the table herself, but something about his appearance was captivating to her. She didn't speak, only glanced at him while chewing on her food. It was awkward when the waitress had set his eggs, sausage, and bacon in front of him.

He shrugged off the feeling of her stare while he took a drink of his coffee and unraveled the silverware from the napkin. The silence between them was awkward at first, but the sound of them eating food together was something that made them comfortable with each other.

"What's your name?" He asked, taking a bite of his bacon. For someone she didn't know, she wasn't for sure if she wanted to give him her real name.

"Rae, you can call me Rae." She didn't look up from her plate, putting another bite-size in her mouth.

"Is that your real name?"

"No, but it's the one you only need to know. I don't know you, and you are a stranger to me. I rather keep myself mysterious." She glanced up to meet his eyes again for the third time. He thought to himself with his hand placed on his mug. She could see the wheels turning in his head.

"Alright, I see how it is. Let's pretend we are someone we're not. You can call me Suga."

The girl made a sour face "that's the best you can come up with Suga?"

"Don't judge the name Babygirl. You were the one who gave me your fake name so I can pick who I want to be." He smirked.

It was a whole another world when she saw that smirk. It made her heart pound hard against her chest. "Don't call me Babygirl."

He put his hands up in surrender. "Okay fine, Rae." Using the name he was given to use. She pushed her plate away as a sign that she was done. Again nothing was said while she looked at the now dark sky.

"What do you say we hit the other side of town and have some fun?" He asked her, bringing her attention to him. The last time she had fun was when Taehyung was still alive. She wasn't impressed by his proposal of going to do something, but she had this nagging feeling inside her telling her that she needed to go with him. Weighing her pros and cons, she finally decided to nod her head at him. And once again the smile appeared on his pink lips.

Throwing a hundred dollars bill on the table, he reached for her hand, pulling her out of the diner. Letting the people in there gossip about them.

It wasn't a few meters away from the diner; he was looking over his shoulder and around his surroundings. She watched him closely observing his movements. It wasn't long until she figured out what he was doing.

"Are you crazy!!! You can't just go around stealing someone's car!!" She shouted at him in a whisper, causing him to chuckle. "Rae it's fine." He said, and a few seconds later, he was able to open the driver door to hotwire the wires making the car run. He leaned forward, unlocking the passenger door and opening it for her. "Well, aren't you coming?" He asked her giving her a smug smirk.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." She muttered under her breath. She was hesitant before hopping in the passenger seat and shutting the door.

"Buckle Up Buttercup ." He said not giving her time to do so before slamming on the gas pedal and speeding off.

The flashing lights from the street lights and buildings were memorizing to look out the window. She honestly didn't care where he was taking her. She should, but a deep gut feeling was telling her that he was a harmless person.

"What's your story?" He openly asked, trying to get the elephant out of the room or in their case the car. She chewed on her lip out of nervousness. It was her first time opening up about her problems. They always say that it's easier to open up to a stranger, then to a person who knew your whole life.

"My best friend killed himself." Telling him as she avoided his stare by looking at the red light they were stopped at.

"Lucky ass bastard." He muttered loud enough for her to hear. Hearing that made something inside boil with anger. Opening the passenger door and stepping out, he was yelling at her. "Hey what do you think you are doing?"

"Getting away from an asshole like you!" She slammed the door, walking to the sidewalk so she could get out of the road. He opened the driver's door and called out for her. There was a honk behind him, causing him to curse and getting back inside the car. He turned on the hazard lights on and slowly crept next to her.

"Rae??? Come on get back in the car Rae." He pleads, but she didn't listen. She was stubborn against her own will when it came to her being stubborn.

"Fuck Rae!!" He hit the stirring wheel in frustration. He got lucky that there was an empty parallel parking spot that he could pull right through to hop out of the car.

"Rae, Fuck I'm sorry" He was able to catch up to her, grabbing hold of her wrist to make her stop. "Shit I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. God damn, I'm such an asshole." He ran fingers through his hair as she stood and watched him have a mental breakdown. It was a few more times of him cussing at himself for messing up when she started chuckling at him.

He stopped to look at her laughing face expression. It was more beautiful than the one she had painted on at the diner or in the car. "I'm glad me cussing myself out can bring humor to your life."

"Yes, it's hilarious."

"Look, I am sorry for saying that. It's just I'm a fuck-up mess who's given now until three weeks to live. And whoever takes the easy way out are lucky assholes to me." He paused, looking at her before sighing.

"I was diagnosed with brain cancer a few months back. So I been depressed, felt like my life had no purpose, but when I look at you, I feel like you're something I need, something I needed when I passed on. So please as an almost dead man wish can you at least spend the night with me. We can do crazy things, tear shit up, whatever the fuck you want to do. What do you say?"

She was looking down at her feet when he spoke to her. She didn't want to show him her pity for him. Here he was trying to enjoy his last moments of life, and she thought her life was hard with her best friend gone.

"Please?" He took a daring move of twining his right hand in her hand and using his left hand to lift her chin. Meeting with his eyes, she could see the wanting for her to stay.

She didn't have to say anything but one head nod he was dragging her down the sidewalk. They weren't for sure where their first stop was, but it didn't matter as long as they were together for the night.

"Can I ask a favor?" He was asking her a question again. But this time it was a question that made him have butterflies in his stomach. "Can you pretend to be my girlfriend for the night?" She blushed at his question, looking shyly away before replying to him with a yes. He couldn't help himself by kissing her cheek.

His lips formed into a smile when looking down at the shy girl in front of him. "Come on." he took her hand in his, leading her down the street into a run. She had no clue where he was taking her, but to her, it was exciting to be on this unknown adventure with a stranger that she met. She felt that her soul was in a free sprite with the wind against her skin as she ran with him.

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After many short cuts of the alleys, they finally made it to their destination. The lights shined brightly over her face. It was a twenty-four/seven arcade. Flashbacks flooded back to her of the time she went to the arcade with Taehyung. The last time she was at an arcade was two weeks before what happened to Taehyung.

"I uh, I wasn't for sure where to go, and this was the only thing that popped into my mind for the moment." She turned to look at him, watching him scratch the back of his neck.

"I'm down for a couple of games." she winked at him before rushing the building. He smiled to chase after her. When walking in, there were many games lined up against each other and the wall. Some of the games had driving video games, shooting guns, and the claw machines to get any stuffed plushie of any choice. He scanned the room to see her playing at the old Pac Man machine. He quietly watched her until she couldn't beat a higher up level. She took his hand and lead him to a two-player game of racing cars. She let him choose the course of what they were racing on. When he cheered in victory, she pouted at her lost. He couldn't help but think that her pout was cute. He returned a wink to her from the wink she had given him earlier. She watched him walk up to the basketball game, dropping the coins the noise came on, and the balls came rolling down for him to be able to grab. He wanted to show off his skills of shooting hoops since he was good at them despite his short height. When the seconds timed off, and a buzz went off, he had a score of 850. She clapped her hand and cheered for him as he took his bow. They moved along to the next games spending an hour and a half before leaving with a stuffed lion plushie.

"That was fun, thank you." she thanked him. By now, she was comfortable with her fingers twined with his. "You're welcome, Babygirl. So where too next?" he asked her. She had to stop and think before her face lightened up, and her smile brightened his gloomy world. "I know, but we need food, silly string, and spray paint."

He was confused as to why she needed silly string and spray paint, but he didn't want to question it. Instead, he knew that there was a convenience store nearby. It was a short walk with a peaceful silence between them. It wasn't awkward for them as it was at the beginning of the night. When they entered the small store, there was an elder man as a cashier; it looked like he owned it. The elder man didn't even look up from the book he was writing in to greet them. She looked at her pretend boyfriend for the night, telling him to get the food while she went to look at the silly string and spray paint.

He was in an in-depth debate when she snuck behind him with a can of silly string already opened. She couldn't help but smile when she pressed the button and string flew out of the can. His reaction was hilarious to her as he was trying to protect himself from her attack. His laugh was like music to her ears. He grabbed the first object his eyes laid on, taking it in his hand and opening the bag of chips he dumped it over her head, making her laugh. They quickly started a fight of him dumping food on her and her spraying him with silly string. The action stopped when the elder man had found them and started yelling at them. At that point, they stopped took what they could get and ran out of the store with the older man cursing at them, and being slow he couldn't catch up with them.

They laughed as they ran down the street carrying the things they got from the store. They found an old building alley to catch their breath. "Did you see his face with the mess we made." she laughed.

"Did you hear him cursing and chasing us." he laughed along with her. They reenacted some of the things the elder man said to them. It was a couple more minutes before they both were able to calm down from holding their stomachs and wiping their tears from laughing so hard. "So the spray paint?" he asked her, pointing at the different color of cans.

She smiled, picking one up. "Would you like to graffiti a place?" she asked him with a smile. He looked into her eyes, thinking before nodding his head yes. He did tell her that they could do some crazy shit and tear thing up for the night. She knew the right place to go where she always went. But going there wouldn't feel right, so she knew a different place to go. She stood up, holding out her hand for him to grab. He took it, letting her help him up before gathering the food they stole.

"I know this sounds crazy, but I need you to steal another car." She told him as he leaned back and laughed.

"Anything for you Babygirl," he said, looking around the cars were parked along the street. She followed behind him quietly with her arms full of the food and spray paint. This time he chose a car that was a dark old sedan with a sunroof. He worked fast with the wires getting it to run and hopping in the car quick. She didn't bother to buckle up and just threw everything on the floor next to her feet. She put the location in the GPS of her phone, letting him know where to drive. He was able to hook his phone up to the aux and played music. The clock read ten pm, but to them, it felt later than that. She turned the music up loud and opened the sunroof. Standing up, she let her upper body through the sunroof. Closing her eyes and spreading her arms out, she felt the cold wind against her for the third time. It was a freeing feeling that she been feeling throughout this night with him.

Coming down from the window and sitting back in the passenger seat, she opened the bag of chips and started eating them. She also fed him too as he drove. They went through all the food they took before getting to their third destination for the night.

She shook the cans while finding an empty spot on the wall to paint. She was a painter, but he wasn't, most of his artistic went to making music in his free time, which was every day since there wasn't much for him to do in the day. He had to sneak out of his parent's house because it was too suffocating of having them breathing down his neck, waiting every minute to see when he will take his last breath. He was tired of the doctors not doing their jobs and doing all these tests on him to see how long he had.

She set down the cans and started painting on the blank space. He sat down and watched her use her artistic ability. They talked back and forth about their lives and how much they could turn it back to the moment they wanted too. She told him her story, and he told her his story. She could say that they were no longer strangers to each other. That a friendship or their pretend love relationship was growing. It wasn't until she was close to being done when the sirens of a cop car made her drop the cans and ran with him. They were lucky to lose the cops. They both were hunched over with their hands on their knees, trying to catch their breath. They were at a bus stop.

"Where to next?" She asked next, moving to the bench to massage her cafe muscles and thighs. He sat next to her closing his eyes to concentrate on calming his heart down. "Want to go to the beach?" She pulled out her phone to see that it was only eleven-fifty. She nods, it wasn't going to take them long to get to the beach. She knew they would have to take a couple of buses to get there, but that was fine with her.

On the second bus trip, he rested his head on her shoulder and went to sleep. She couldn't help but smile at how cute he was sleeping. He needed his rest with the busy night he was having with her. Their stop was coming near; they were almost to the beach. She pulled the string that was connected to the bell to let the driver know that they were getting off. She shook him awake. He was in a daze but snapped out of it when he stretched and saw where they were at.

When the bus came to a stop, they both got off and headed in the direction of the beach. It was only close to one am. He paid close attention to her to see that she was barely hanging on. He grabbed her wrist to make her stop. He hunched down low enough. He gestured her to get on, but she was hesitant, seeing how fragile he was at the moment. She asked if he was sure, but he was stubborn and kept telling her it was alright. She sighed and hopped onto his back, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He struggled a bit but didn't want to have her get off.

The motel wasn't far from the bus stop they had gotten off at. When they asked for a room, the middle-aged women chewed on her gum. They felt uncomfortable with the judgemental glares from the lady as she continued to chew on her gum loudly. Thanking her, they went to find their room for a few hours. He just wanted to make sure that she at least got some sleep. They entered the place to see it was a little run-down and looked like nobody has been using it for a while.

"Uhhh, you relax. I'm going to get some food at the convenience store we passed on the way here." He scratched his neck, looking down at the floor. She gave him an okay before he left her in the room. While he was gone, she decided to take a short shower. When she got out, he wasn't back, so she just went on ahead and crawled in the bed. It was seconds later she was passed out from her exhausted night.

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The clock read 4:16 in the morning. Even though the bed looked horrible, she got a good nap in. Sun raise was going to raise around 6 am. She got out of the bed to see that he wasn't in the room. She wondered if he was alright; it made her worry that he wasn't here when she woke up. She quickly got her shoes on, letting the door slam shut behind her, running to find him.

With the twenty minutes of calling out the name he had given her to use, she sighed in relief when she found him sitting in front of the convenience store with a couple of bottles of alcohol and a pack of cigarettes. She couldn't help but feel angry at him not because he left her in the motel room by herself but because of the way he was treating his body.

"What the fuck!" he yelled in surprise. It had caught him off guard to have his cigarette to be flicked out of his hand. When he looked up to see who it was. He was shocked; he thought it would be another hour or so until he went back to the room but to see her here standing in front of him with an almost empty box of cigarettes and two empty bottles of alcohol. He wasn't sure how she would have reacted to seeing him like this.

"What the fuck? I should be the one who should be saying What the fuck. I was okay with you leaving me at the motel room but when I come out to find you smoking and drinking. Are you trying to fasten up your death?" She asked him, making him feel guilty. Deep down, they knew that they cared for each other.

"Do you have a problem with that?" He stood up, towering her. They looked into each other eyes, not daring to look away.

"Yes, I have a problem with it. What's wrong with living?" She shouted at him, trying to understand in his state of mind to see why he wanted to hurry up his death processes.

"Its none of your fucking business as to what I do to my body!" He shouted back at her. "You don't know what it fucking feels like to have someone tell you; you only have three weeks possible less to live. Nobody in my family fucking cares about me anyway. They rather I be fucking dead so they won't have to deal with my sick self."

She could feel the tears roll down her face. "You have someone that fucking cares for you, but you're too fucking observed in your own self-pity to see it. I can't stay with you if you can't see that I care for you." She told him, turning on her heels to leave him. He didn't say anything, just let her walk away. She felt that her heart shattered into millions of pieces. It only took one night for her to fall in love with him as it took one night for him to fall in love with her. He threw one of the empty glass jars to the ground to let out his frustration when he watched her disappeared in front of her.

He knew he fucked up. He knew he was self observed with his own self-pity for himself. He thought no one would care for him but she showed him wrong when she stayed with him all through the night when he had asked her. Falling to his knees, he let out his tears that he had been holding on forever. His emotions were like a bomb that ticked to zero and exploded through his body. Just like the beginning of the night when he fucked up, he went after her, but this time he didn't care how he looked. He just wanted her next to him. Feeling everything will be fine that he got from her. Getting up on his feet, he set out to find her. To apologize to her and make her feel what he feels when he is with her.

She made it to the beach, that was't far from the store that they were at. All she could feel was a numbing pain that she felt once before with the death of her best friend. She sat down on the sand watching the waves wash up on shore in the night sky that was close to brightening up. Letting out her tears that wouldn't stop falling, she heard a faint yell far away. Choosing to ignore it, she didn't think that he would care so much about her to come find her. But she was wrong when looking up to see him standing there with bloodshot eyes and tear streaks down his cheeks.

"I never met someone like you that could bring me down to my knees." He said literally dropping down to his knees to be eye level with her. "I never thought that one person for the night could have so much effect on me. Before this night, I given up on my life, letting others control my life of no going out. Letting them poke at me with needles and tell me that I have so many days to live before I die. The truth is...I don't want to die. I'm actually scared shitless of dying and when you saw the alcohol and cigarettes I thought it won't be much damage to me because hey I'm slowly being killed by this tumor in my brain. Tonight is one of the best nights of my life because I have you next to me and that's all I want. Is to be next to you until I die." He took her hand in his, softly giving light strokes from his thumb. "I don't want this to end like this. I want you to feel how I feel when I am with you right now. I want us to forget what happened a few moments ago and replace it with a new memory that I can cherish for a bit. Please forgive my fucked up self." He asked her, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing it.

She could barely breathe when feeling the tingles shot through her body. She would be stupid to forgive him but she couldn't find it in herself to not forgive him. She didn't care about how full he is of himself at the moment because he has the right to be selfish about his life that is being taken away from him. She raised her hand to softly cup his cheek, she rubbed some of the leftover tears away. It was their moment that everything in the world stopped in time as they gazed into each other eyes. She couldn't resist the pull that was pulling them together as a light kiss became a hot and steamy one.

For the first time in her life she wasn't scared to give herself to a guy. She wanted to give all of herself to him. She wanted to feel the warmth of his hands trailing down her nude body and that was exactly what he did when layers of clothes were pulled off. He wasn't rough, he was gentle, making sure that he wasn't hurting her as they found a rythum that pleased them both to their climax.

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She couldn't hide the smile that was permentantly glued on her lips. The arms wrapped around her stomach. Turning in the arms around her, she meet his passionate eyes. Planting a kiss on his lips he softly smiled and moved some strands of hair out of her face. "Its almost sunrise" he muttered to her.

"We should probably put on clothes so we don't get in trouble for nude publicity." She suggested as he agreed with her.

They walked hand in hand with the sounds of the waves and seaguls crowing, the smell of the sea salt air and the light morning breeze blowing. When the sun peeked up; they sat down to watch in memorize in silence.

"So do I get to know your real name now?" He asked her. She looked down at their twined hands and smiled.

"Ji Ah. My name is Park Ji Ah."

He couldn't help but smile at how cute her name was and how it fit her.  "It's nice to finally meet you Ji Ah. I'm Yoongi. Min Yoongi." He told her showing her his gummy smile. "You wouldn't mind having breakfast with me Ji Ah?" He asked her. She teased him for a few seconds pretending to think about but nod her head to give him his answer. He got up and held a hand for her, which she gladly took so he could help her up. They made their way to eat while watching the sun rising was completed.

They made small talk on the way back to the town they were in, miles away from their original home. Waiting to cross the street, he felt himself feeling dizzy but he shook it off and pretend nothing happened. It was when they were crossing the street that he felt dizzy again but this time his hand slipped out of her hand and he fainted back, landing on the pavement street. She was in a panic of calling his name as the people who were out early morning gather around. Someone from that crowed had the chance to call for an ambulance. She had made an excuse for her to ride with him to the hospital.

When given the forms to fill out she had no idea to put but had told them that he had a high stage of brain cancer. She was lucky that they given her his cell phone that they found in his pocket when she was waiting on news about him. She had stared at the phone for a few minutes before getting the courage of pressing the small button on the side and letting the screen light up. It wasn't a second when notifications started coming soon. She clicked on one that said Mom. Waited for the ring to go through, until a sound of a woman's voice come through. She told the women the situation of her son. The women promised to get there as fast as she could with her husband. When the doctor came in the waiting room, they should her the way to his room.

She slowly turned the knob on the door and peeked inside. Tears formed as she saw him on life support and a bandage wrapped around his head. She couldn't help but let out a sob and grabbing a hold of his hand. She didn't know that his life would end with her. "Please don't leave, I don't think I can live without you now" she whispered to him, thinking that he would be able to hear. But he couldn't, he was only on life support until his immediate family got here.

"Yoongi!!!" A voice screamed coming through the room, making her jump. The lady through herself at the boy lying in the hospital bed. She watched the parents greive over their son until they notice her appearence. The lady who didn't know her, wrapped her arms around her. "Thank you for being with my son. I was so scared when I couldn't find him. Where did you find him?" the mother asked her.

Looking down at the floor and back at the women. She had to be honest with her if not then she didn't know what this woman could put on her. "I was actually with him the entire night ma'am." she told them and told them from beginning to the end of how they got here. The women cried as the male placed his hands on her shoulders. "It's never your fault for him to be like this dear. I thank you for giving my son the best memories of his last night being alive. He really deserved an angel like you watching over him." The women's words put her to tears. She was really the best thing to him on his last day to live.

It was the next morning when his parents decided to take him off life support. She stayed in the back letting the tears escape when she heard the long beep singaling that he was gone forever. It was a couple of weeks when his mother contacted her about his service. She had went but stayed in the background watching his family and friends grieve over his death. It was a couple of months when things changed her life.

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Epilogue **********

She watched her dauhter run ahead of her in her little black dress. It was the day where she wanted her daughter to remember who her father was. She had told her the story of how they meet and his parents told the little girl storys of what her father was like. Even though he couldn't be there for her birthdays and holidays they both made time to go visit him on his death anniversary and a couple of days before birthdays and holidays.

"Mama hurry!" The little girl called out to her mom.

"Soo Ah, don't run too far." She called out to her five year old daughter. The little girl listened to her mom and waited patiently for her mom to catch up. When she did, she took her daughter hand. They finally made their way to his grave.

"Hi Daddy, Mama and I are here." she talked to the gravestone like he was actually sitting their with them. She stood next to her daughter listening to all the things that happened to her from the last two weeks they last visit his grave. They put out fruit and other food to give as an offering. When she told her daughter to pick out flowers from the bush, she was able to say a few words of what has been going on and what his parents been doing. When it was time to go, they placed the flowers in front of his grave and said their goodbyes.

"Mama, will I see Daddy when I go to heaven?" her daughter asked her.

She smiled and picked up her daughter off the ground. "Yes Soo Ah, you and I will both get to see Daddy when we go to heaven but won't be for a while."

"When I see Daddy, I'm going to give him a hug." She kissed her daughter's cheek and hugged her tight. "So will I, sweetie."

"Shall we go to grandma and grandpa's house?" Asking her daughter as her daughter nod and asked to be set down so she could run ahead of her mom.

"I love you Min Yoongi" she said looking over her shoulder and followed after her daughter.

[theory-talestelltalesss]

∙ Parallel Hearts ∙

Credit to Theory Tales for painting above. Please do not repost.

Idea:

AU where Taehyung is a former street artist who sells Van Gogh imitations in Paris that gets him in trouble.

Description:

Her is a docile perfectionist art student who is unsatisfied with the course of her life. She meets Taehyung, a beautiful and free-spirited boy who sells Van Gogh imitations to pay his tuition for art school. They have something that the other other lack. Her needs Taehyung’s creativity and Taehyung needs Her’s painting skills in order for them to produce great paintings. Her is the better painter but Taehyung is the better artist. One day, they wake up and the other is nowhere to be found. Both of their pursuit is to use their paintings as clues to find where the other is. Along the way, they learn more about each other and uncovers a dark past.

Genre:

Romance, Soul Mate, Science Fiction, Mystery, Drama, Fantasy, College, Life

Characters:

Her (OC/you), Taehyung, feat. Jungkook, TBA

Warning:

Rated M: Scenes of abuse and cursing.

Tip to enjoy this fic:

There are many references to paintings and real landmarks in Paris so I will link them to make it easier. Also, this would help a lot with the mystery side of the fic.

Chapters:  |  1  |  2  | - (Fanfic in Progress - writing Ch. 3)

[bts-imagines-scenarios-fanfics]

Hi, can you write a reaction to someone close to you getting in a car accident and you call the boys crying?

Thanks for the request! I did make a few alterations just so they wouldn’t be repetitive 

Jin

It shook him; the sound of your shaken voice over the phone, it rattled him to his core. Realistically he shouldn’t be leaving practice, there was so much to prepare for with the upcoming tour, but he couldn’t stop himself as he charges out the building. Despite the rain and the cold his motions never ceased until he found himself at your doorstep. Shaking and unsure, he let himself inside. All hesitation melted away once he saw you; the way you sat motionless on your couch with all color drained from your once lively face. The devastation as clear on your face and it had him rushing to your side as quick as he could. No words were exchanged as his arms brought you close, just trying to calm you long enough for life to return to your body. He knew things weren’t going to be easy going forward; the uncertainty of the situation would certainly loom over you until more news was available. Until then, he vowed to wait with you, to be there and comfort you no matter what happened.

Yoongi

He had been with you when you received the call. The two of you had been spending the day together as he worked on some new music in his studio; you were normally his source of entertainment during days that dragged on too long for him to enjoy. So, when you answered the phone and your entire demeanor changed t was obvious to Yoongi that something was wrong. He waited until you got of the phone before he attempted to talk to you, but your face was blank, the look in your eyes was slowly morphing from confusion to sadness to just being empty. It frightened him. He called out to you once, twice, on the third time you turned to him. Before he could ask you told him you had to go to the hospital. The urgency in your voice had him on edge; giving you a nod, he quickly saved hat he had been working on and then was rushing you out the door and on your way. It was your mother. On your way you filled him in on the situation as calmly as you could. You wanted to be hopeful. They hadn’t told you too much while on the phone, just that she had been in an accident and was in surgery; by the time you got there she was still being operated on but luckily a nurse coming out of the OR was able to tell you that she was doing well. There were some serious injuries but they assured you that it wasn’t life threatening. Relief was felt immediately and you finally let yourself cry. Yoongi was there to comfort you through it all. 

Hoseok

Normally your phone calls were the highlight of his day. Being on tour meant that anytime you got to talk was valuable time and both of you tried to keep things as positive as possible as to not upset each other. So, when he answered your call only to hear your sobbing voice on the other side, he was instantly panicked. He urgently begged you to explain what was going on through your tears, and you tried your best to explain to him what had happened. Amidst the tears and the sobs he was able to figure out that there had been an accident; your friend and you had gone out for the day and on your way home you got in an accident. Another car had slammed into yours while you sat at a red light, and while you were okay, your friend had to be rushed to the hospital. As of now she was stable but that was the only news you had been able to get out of the doctor. His heart broke for you and he felt his own tears forming. He tried his best to comfort you from over the phone, reassuring you that she would be fine and that the doctors would take great care of her. But he struggled to sound confident as his heart ached for you from miles away. The phone call ended once your tears had slowed and he had convinced you to get rest as you had also been under a lot of stress with the accident. After he heard the line disconnect he let himself breakdown.

Namjoon

Namjoon was always the type to go silent for days; he always got too focused on his work, on new projects, to the point where he wouldn’t be reachable for days. This was one of those times. You had called, completely distraught from the news that your friend had been in an accident, only to get his voicemail. The first time you hung up and tried again, then a second time and the same thing. At the third automated message your tears overtook you, and without thinking, you started ranting to his voicemail. You cried about everything, ho he needed to pick up his phone and how you were in so much pain, begging him to please answer. When you realized he wasn’t going to answer you felt defeat overcoming you, you weakly explained what happened into the phone and, before hanging up, apologized. Hours after you left the message you got a call. You knew he would call as soon as he got it but the guilt you felt for letting it all out on him was killing you. You hesitantly answered only to hear an apologetic Namjoon on the other end. He seemed freaked out, probably worried about you since your last message definitely made it seem like you were losing it. You quickly told him you were at home and that he didn’t need to apologize, you knew it wasn’t his fault and you shouldn’t have been so rash. He stayed on the phone with you as he made his way over. You updated him on your friend’s condition, she was going to be fine and there were only minor injuries. Hearing knocking at your door you knew he’d arrived; before you could let him in he had opened the door himself and pulled you into his arms.

Jimin

The phone call had been short; mid conversation the doctor had informed you that your sister, who had just been in an accident, had a few broken ribs and a slight concussion but was ultimately okay. You hadn’t stayed on long after that, thanking Jimin for comforting you and promising to call later before hanging up. But he was still rattled. His mind raced with thoughts about you; what if it had been you that was in an accident? He wouldn’t be able to help you while he was away on tour and there was no way he could protect you. Anxiety and frustration had him flustered for the rest of the day as all he could focus on was you and how far away you were. There was nothing more he anted than to be able to be with you especially in your hardest times and it was killing him that during all of this he had been in a hotel room half way across the world. Just as he was getting ready for bed he got a notification for a facetime call and your bright face lit up the room. The two of you ended up talking all night despite knowing it would be a pain for both of you the next day, and despite his inner battle you managed to put all of his worries at bay with your reassurances. He knew things weren’t perfect but you made it all worth it.

Taehyung

He had passed away; the accident had claimed his life and there was nothing that could be done. You relayed this news to Tae, sobbing over the call. Your friend had been in a car accident earlier that day and sadly it lead to his death. You couldn’t stop yourself from calling your boyfriend; he was your biggest source of comfort during this hard time even when he was so far away. There wasn’t a day that passed without him leaving you positive messages on your phone and calling you whenever he as available. With time, the loss of your friend, although it still hurt, didn’t haunt you as it once did. Even though he know you weren’t grieving as you had before, he didn’t stop leaving messages for you. He wanted to be there for you even in happy times. For the first time in a while you were able to facetime him, and for the first time in a long time you were able to smile again.

Jungkook

This wasn’t something he had dealt with before. You weren’t really the type to cry and he wasn’t the type used to comforting someone over the phone. But here he was, trying to calm you as much as he could while you sobbed on the other line. Your friend was in an accident and had been put into a medically induced coma; he didn’t know what he could say to help this situation. he did the usual ‘everything will be alright’ kind of comforting but both of you knew that things were very uncertain. Instead of just staying on the phone with you, he was quickly rushing over to you. When he got to the hospital and was able to figure out where you were he wasted no time and ran to find you. And find you he did. There you were, curled in on yourself as you sat outside the room. You hadn’t noticed him, phone still held to your ear as you mumbled your concerns for your friend. Your sobs abruptly stopped when you heard the line disconnect, looking down at your phone you saw he had hung up. Before you could react, he called out to you, grabbing your attention. There was no hesitations as you rushed into his arms, tears flowing harder as he finally took you into his embrace. 

[honestlyidek-someonehelp]

I need HELP

Last year around Thanksgiving, I stumbled across a Yoongi fanfic that was a Halloween themed fic, but the author based it off the movie The Shining. The author did all seven members based off of different horror movies, but I CAN NOT REMEMBER THE NAME OF THE FIC AND I DESPERATELY WANT TO READ IT. SO IF YOU KNOW THE FIC IM TALKING ABOUT, THE AUTHOR, OR ARE THE AUTHOR PLEASE RESPOND OR DROP A LINK OR SOMETHING SO I CAN FIND IT.

Thank you

[itsari3]

 Please take some time to watch this video: it’s truly amazing. This lovely girl  안구정화TV [KARMY TV] posted a video, sharing K-ARMYs kind comments about the love and all the efforts that I-ARMYs put for the boys and how they appreciate us. I don’t know but I truly think that this is amazing :) It really melted my heart <3 Hope many people can see it and enjoyed as much as I did ! 

[citrusrei]

Testosterone Boys pt. 2

Reader x F*ckboi!Yoongi SYNOPSIS: An agreement of sorts is reached. GENRE: Angst, Fluff. WORD COUNT: 8.3k PART 2 OF 2

(Second part to Testosterone Boys)

AN: the italics are a flashback lmao, just a quick head’s up! <3

“I’m not playing, asshole. Give them to me.”  

Around this time is when people surrounding you guys including, Hoseok, Namjoon, and even Jimin started listening in on your conversation but you didn’t mind an audience. Oh no, you wanted the world to see you knock Kim Taehyung out cold.  

“I’m serious, babe. I don’t have your undies. I sure wish I did though, they were fucking adorable.”

“Alright, Tae. Humor me. If you don’t have them. Then who does?” You sighed. Your anger was at the back of your throat now and your fists clenched. You were sure your knuckles were almost white.

Taehyung laughed once again, bringing his fingers to your chin to turn your gaze to his.

“Min. Yoon. Gi.”

"What?" You scoffed, your eyes automatically rolling, "Yoongi doesn't have my underwear. I just talked to him."

"Are you sure? 'Cause, I handed them over to him earlier. Lord knows how badly he wanted those. That pathetic little crush of his. On you! Of all people." He sighed.  

His words might have hurt you if you were actually paying attention to them. But no, he lost you at "Pathetic little crush". Yoongi had a crush on you? Min Yoongi? The Min Yoongi who skipped classes, or showed up high, fucking girls left and right Min Yoongi? Could have fooled you.  

You felt your face heat up. Of course, he was gorgeous and you'd be lying to yourself if you said you'd never thought of him in that light but he wasn't your type... Was he? Did you even have a type? And if you did, did fuckboy fall into that category?

"Aw, don't tell me. You have a crush on him as well? The good girl falling for the burnout. How 2003 chick flick of you both."  

You winced at Taehyung's tone. What happened to the nice, good guy he came off to be? Was that all just a facade? And you didn't have a crush on Yoongi, did you? I mean, yeah, he looked amazing tonight and yeah, a butterfly or two may have fluttered around your chest any time he was near you, but that's not a crush, right? That's just how you felt around Yoongi normally.

You vaguely remembered one of the first times Yoongi spoke to you. You'd known of his reputation because who didn't? Not that it ever mattered to anyways. Honestly, you didn't care if he slept around or smoked pot all day. That was his business and if he treated you with respect, then you'd treat him nicely back. Simple as that.  

It was your Sophomore year, nearly two years ago that you met Min Yoongi in your world literature class. Of course, he was failing and of course you were top ranked so it was a no-brainer to the teacher for you to stay after class and tutor him; everyday.

"Min Yoongi, I know you're not a fan of this whole school thing, but you should at least graduate! Then at least you can be a bum but have a diploma!" Yoongi winced, the choice of words she used not settling well with him.

"If you fail this class, you'll have to take it during summer school. I have no choice but to have this student tutor you."

"But, Mrs. Yoo, I-I have um, basketball practice after school everyday! I can't miss that!" He lied. The teacher rolled her eyes before speaking,  

"Mr. Min, I know you don't play basketball. With how much you smoke, there's no way your lungs could handle it."

Yoongi sighed, accepting his defeat, "Okay, but can you at least tell me who the student is?"  

"She should be here any second, so just take a seat and wait."

It was like he was made out of sighs and eye rolls because that's exactly what he did before taking a seat at the front muttering, "This is so lame."

No more than a few minutes later, a small knock was heard on the door frame accompanied with a "Mrs. Yoo?"

"Ah yes, (Y/N), dear. Come in and sit down. This is your pupil, Min Yoongi. Min Yoongi this is (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Please. Be nice to her."

Your eyes widened when you saw who you were tutoring, all though you had somewhat of an idea who it could be due to your teachers hinting. She clued that it was someone who never really showed up, so he didn't know the coursework. Which meant it was either Yoongi, Hoseok, or Namjoon. However, even despite their absences you still knew how smart Namjoon was due to the fact that you've known him since elementary, English being one of his fortes and Hoseok; well you weren't sure of his knowledge in other classes but a few months back your teacher paired the two of you up for some Shakespeare project and he could quote and reference him beautifully. It was like he'd grown up in that time period, which really impressed you. But with Yoongi, you really had no idea what his intelligence was like. Did he even know what book you were reading in class?

"Okay, go on and take a seat, (Y/N). I have to go make copies of tomorrow's lesson so I'll be back in 15!"

You watched as her petite frame left the classroom before turning back to Yoongi. He was already face first into the desk, clicking his mechanical pencil until the led dropped to the ground.

"If you waste all your lead, what will you write with?" You joked, trying to ease the tension. His cat like eyes darted up to you before returning to his pencil, starting the clicking again.

You sat at the desk next to him, pulling out your notebooks, extra scratch paper and of course the book you were reading currently in class; Fahrenheit 451.

"Okay, so literally the assignment right now is to go and find 5 examples of foreshadowing and write about it. I'll give you one, and then you tell me one, okay?" You said, opening your notes and turning to Yoongi in your chair.

"You know, I've only read like 4 chapters of the book, right?" A sigh escaped your lips, figuring that would be the case.

"Well, you've read more than I thought you did." You laughed and Yoongi quirked an eyebrow.  

"Okay, well let's get started then!"

Yoongi ended up knowing a lot more than you thought as it turned out he read more than half the book so the two of you breezed through the assignment no issue. Naturally, you worked through some other assignments he was missing and in the end, bumped his grade up from failing to a solid D.  

Even though he gave off that 'cool, idgaf' attitude, you could see right through it. You could just tell that he was happy about the grade, even though he'd never admit to it and if asked, he'd vehemently deny it. You found yourself smiling as his threatened to break past his cool exterior and you decided that tutoring him wouldn't be half as bad as you thought it'd be.  

Over the course of the next couple of weeks, the tutoring continued. He'd show up a little after you but was never later than 15 minutes passed the final bell. You thought it was kind of endearing that he was so interested in getting his grade as high as he could with your help. It made you feel important.  

He even started coming to class regularly. Of course there were the occasional days he'd miss but you'd say 3-4/5 days a week he'd be there. Of course, he'd sit near you cause he was comfortable with you. You'd always answer questions if he had any, you'd laugh at any joke he said and you'd scold him if he was late or didn't show up. He liked that you were hard on him because no one had ever been that way before. It showed that you cared, in his opinion.

"Hey." Yoongi whispered to you 20 minutes into the midterm exam. You side-eyed him as a way to tell him to not talk to you right now. Clearly you were busy.  

"Pssst." He hushed, poking you with the end of his pencil.  

"What." You hissed back, loud enough for the teacher to look up and scan the room. You busied yourself back into the test sheet as did Yoongi. Once you were in the clear, you looked back to him who was already looking at you. You felt your cheeks flush at his obvious stares and your eyebrows knitted together.

"What, Min Yoongi?"  

"What are you doing after school today?" His question confused you. What did he mean? Of course you were tutoring him. He should know that by now, it had been the same schedule for the past 3 weeks.  

"What? I'm tutoring you, stupid." He laughed only slightly, loving how much sass was coming from you today.

"Okay, but what about after? It's a friday night. Have any plans?" His tone was quiet and you weren't sure if it was because he didn't want to get caught talking during a test or if he didn't want to be heard asking you out. Your head turned back to the test as you spoke,

"I think I'm going to a movie with Jimin, why?" You tried to act as nonchalantly as possible. Not wanting Yoongi to know that you were dying to know was he was getting at.

"Jimin? Is that your boyfriend or something?" He scoffed, causing the teacher to shush the both of you. Your face went red in embarrassment and Yoongi snickered at your beet red cheeks.

"So, is he?" He asked again, you taking too long to answer the first time.  

"No." You mouthed, finishing up the last couple of questions and setting your pencil to the side of your desk. Yoongi looked at his test and realized he still had more than half left with only 20 mins of class but still deemed this conversation more important.

"Good." He mumbled, almost too quietly for you to hear but still, you did. What was good? That Jimin wasn't your boyfriend or was he confident in his test answers? What was going on with him today?

"Look, there's a party tonight. You should come." He finally said. You stayed quiet weighing your options. Go to a party where Yoongi will be? Or go to a movie with your best friend? While you loved Jimin and wanted to see the movie, you'd never been to a party before. And never had you been asked by someone like Min Yoongi. You decided you could probably talk Jimin into it.

Yoongi hated that you didn't answer him, not that he asked you a question but he was really dying to have you come to this party. Over the past 3 weeks he found himself having a lot more interest in World Literature and it wasn't because of Macbeth. He hated disappointing you, so he'd show up as much as he could. He'd come everyday to your tutor sessions not because you were amazing at tutoring him, but that he loved watching you get so passionate. He loved hearing all of your opinions about heavy subjects, he loved the small banter the two of you shared, he loved the casual talking about one another's day when he first arrived. The "How was your day?" Question you asked everyday was one of the highlights of his day. He didn't know when he first fell for you. Whether it was the first session or the second or the third or the fourteenth, all he knew was that he did.

He put up with teasing from Namjoon and Taehyung about how "serious" he was about his education now when they thought it only about trying to get into your pants. But that wasn't it at all. He genuinely wanted to take you out and get ice cream or go to a movie or just walk somewhere so he could hold your damn hand and maybe kiss you at the end of the night. It almost scared him to think he had fallen for someone this deeply and even to this day he thought he could deny it and maybe even talk himself out of it, but he knows that he'd be lying. He hated how vanilla he became around you. This wasn't who he was, was it? He wasn't the type to do dates, hell, he didn't even do relationships so why the fuck did he want to go steady with you? He was willing to give up his old ways for you. He'd stop fucking around, he'd stop hanging out with such assholes or in the least stop being so impressionable around them. He'd even give up smoking for you. If that didn't show he was serious about you, then he didn't know what was.  

After the class was over and somehow Yoongi miraculously finished his exam he turned it in and caught up with you in the hallway. You were waiting for Jimin so you could head to lunch as you always did so it wasn't hard to find you.

"So? Will you come?" Yoongi smiled when he met you. Your heart lurched in your chest, secretly loving all the attention he was giving you today.

"Are you asking me out, Min Yoongi?" Right as the words left your mouth, you wanted to bury yourself where you stood. The heat running up the course of your neck could be felt by other people a mile away, but all Yoongi did was smile wider.

"I mean, maybe I am? Why, does it bother you?" Your eyes widened as you looked up to him and he let out a small laugh, his own heart beating like a drum so loud he was surprised you couldn't hear it.  

He was nervous. He'd never really been rejected before and if the girl he was utterly infatuated with denied him, he didn't know how he'd ever live it down.

"No, it doesn't." You boldly said, now causing Yoongi's eyes to widen before his face broke out into a gummy smile that had your stomach in knots and your heart singing.  

Yoongi couldn't help it and he didn't care if he was making himself seem like a huge dork. He thought that you'd better get used to it now because he was going to ask you out at the party tonight and if you agreed, you'd never see another side of him. He'd be in a constant state of bliss.

"So, does that mean you'll come?" He pegged on, you giggled a bit and it was music to Yoongi's ears.

"We'll see what I can do." You saw Jimin walking up behind Yoongi so you said a quick 'see ya later' to the dark haired man in front of you, leaving him with a goofy grin plastered to his face that stayed there the remainder of the day.

"So about the movie-" You and Jimin said at the same time.

"You first." He laughed, you laughing along with him.

"No, no. You go ahead."  

"Okay. So, I know you wanted to go see that movie tonight but... There's a party." Your eyes lit up and your ears perked at Jimin's words. Maybe you wouldn’t have to beg him after all.  

"It's at Namjoon's," He continued, "I think we should go. We're sophomores and haven't been to a house party before! I think it'll be good for us."  

"Sure, let's go." You quickly answered, almost too quick that it had Jimin stuttering.

"R-really? You wanna g-go?" He asked, his eyes as wide as saucers.

"Yeah! Why not? I think it'll be fun." Jimin's face lit up as a smile grew on his lips, "You met a girl, didn't you?" You added. Jimin's smile dropped instantly, turning shy and blushy.  

"Ah, that's not it, (Y/N)." He whined, but you could see through his lie. You laughed, ruffling Jimin's natural colored hair, "That's okay, I met someone too."

Jimin became serious again. He had a feeling he knew who you were talking about and he really hoped he was wrong. "You aren't talking about Min Yoongi, are you?"  

Instantly, you scowled. His intrusive tone struck some sort of chord and you suddenly didn't want to talk about it anymore.  

"So what if it is? There's nothing wrong with him."

Jimin sighed, running his fingers through his hair. His gaze ran the course of the hallway before turning to yours, "I never said there was. I've just... I've just heard stuff about him."  

Of course. Who hadn't heard anything about Yoongi or his friends? You understood why Jimin was concerned and it's not like it hadn't crossed your mind that maybe the reason Yoongi was all nice and flirty today because he wanted to get into your pants, but over the past few weeks of you spending time with him and getting to know him better, you couldn't see him doing that to you.  

"Yeah? Well so have I. But I know him and he wouldn't do that." Jimin sighed again and you could tell he was completely not okay with this but you really didn't care. You could trust Yoongi. Or maybe you were just being naïve.

"Okay, I believe you. Let's have fun tonight. Okay?" He smiled and you mimicked him, fully agreeing to let loose tonight.

Tutoring went by without a hitch. Maybe even better than that considering how smiley and giddy Yoongi was the entire time. It was refreshing and you found yourself thinking that you wouldn't mind it if he kept acting like this.

Soon after, you went home and got ready nearly an hour early before the party even started which meant that you still had two hours to kill before you would go. Jimin had said something about how it would seem "uncool" if you showed up to a party on time so you'd have to be "fashionably late". You wanted to see Yoongi though. Would he be excited to see you? What will you say to him when you see him? Will he like what you're wearing? Questions and self-doubt ran through your mind that had you changing your outfit at least 5 different times and trying to decide if you wanted your hair up or down. Eventually you decided on a casual yet stylish outfit consisting of plain skinny jeans and a fitted black long sleeve shirt with your hair down.  

"Hopefully this will be okay. I don't want to seem like I'm trying too hard." You said out loud to yourself, fixing and kinks in your hair and straightening out any wrinkles on your outfit.  

"You look hot!" Jimin said from behind you. You could see him behind you in the reflection of your mirror. He styled his hair a bit differently, showcasing his forehead slightly and you could tell he put a lot of effort into his outfit. It was simple like yours but still made him look like a Greek God.

"Damn, Park! If you weren't my best friend, I'd be jumping your bones right now!" You teased. Jimin wrinkled his eyes together in a cute grin as he got shy, mumbling a "Oh, stop it" causing you to smile as well.

Jimin made himself at home atop of your bed as you finished the minor details. Nerves finally starting to get the best of you. Yes, you were nervous before but you were now only minutes away from meeting up with him. Outside of school. Outside of tutoring. He wanted to see you; apparently.

"Maybe we shouldn't go. I'm sure there's still showings of the movie!" You babbled, Jimin rolled his eyes.  

"We're going to the party. He asked you, right? He'll be happy to see you." It was almost as though Jimin was reading your mind as he knew all the right things to say. You nodded, agreeing with him that your anxiety was unnecessary. He wanted to see you. He wanted to see you. He wanted to see you.  

You replayed the words like a mantra until it stuck in your head. You could do it. It's just a party.

"Dude, you look so on edge, take a hit and chill out." Hoseok said, handing Yoongi the joint.  

Yoongi eyeballed the small cig between his fingers, debating on whether or not he should. Of course, he was nervous for you to show up and obviously this would mellow his mood, but he wanted to be sober when he saw you. The party had been going on for an hour and not once did he drink or smoke. There was also no sign of you.

"What are you waiting for someone?" Namjoon smiled, taking a drink from the beer bottle he had just grabbed from a cooler.  

"No, I'm just feeling a bit off. That's all." Yoongi said, handing Hoseok the blunt.

"Yeah, you're feeling off because you haven't smoked in who knows how long. What are you? A prude now?" Yoongi side eyed the blonde haired man, who only grinned in return.  

"Give me it." Yoongi demanded. Hoseok passed the joint once again and Yoongi took a deep, long puff from it, exhaling the cotton white smoke from his nostrils.  

"There, now you can calm down and wait for whoever you're waiting for." Namjoon laughed. Yoongi sighed, glancing at the time on his phone. An hour and a half already. Maybe you weren't coming.

Disappointment and discouragement coursed through his body. He should have known better than to get his hopes up for someone like you. Someone who's way to good to be seen with someone like him. Someone too perfect in every way to ever associate themselves with someone like Yoongi. A burn out. A loser. A fuckboy. He should have known better to think you really cared. The teacher probably offered you some amazing extra credit to help out the dumb kid, failing more than half of his classes and you wouldn't ever pass up that. No, because that's just how you were. And he decided that if you didn't consider him important, then he didn't consider you it either.  

"You know what? I'm not waiting for anyone." Yoongi hissed, snatching the beer from Namjoon's hands and downing the remains.  

"Whoa, I was drinking that?" He huffed. Namjoon was amused with his friends newfound behavior, however and he wanted to see how far he could push it.

"You want another?" He offered. Yoongi muttered a quick yeah, still finding himself watching the door, just in case you showed up. Not that he cared at this point, however.  

Namjoon laughed, handing his friend another drink, "Hey man, I think Nara has been eyeing you for a while. Maybe you should go see what she wants?" Yoongi's heart sank. Was he really going to give up this easily? He gulped down half of the bottle easily, his sight set on the girl.  

She looked up from her drink, smirking. Her eyes begging him over. He didn't know if it was the alcohol, or the joint but one way or another he ended up in front of her. Minimal words were spoken before her lips her on his. At first he hesitated, his thoughts completely consumed by you until her hand snaked down to his belt and grabbing on to it firmly. Then, he was lost.

"Jimin, we're so late!" You yelled, walking up the steps into the huge house. People littered the porch and front yard, some song that had to have been popular on the radio playing in the background.  

"I'm sorry! You know my car sucks." Jimin said, meeting you at the door. You didn't bother knocking considering the door was already open. It led to the main room that was flooded with people from your school and more than likely people who weren't. Your breath was almost taken away from the sheer amount of people that occupied the room.  

Naturally, your eyes scanned the vicinity, looking for the head of hair that you'd grown so used to seeing everyday. But you couldn't find it.  

"Jiminnie!" A voice called. You looked behind you to see some red haired girl throw herself at your best friend. It was clearly the girl he'd been excited to see before. His smile lit up as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pecking her lips gently.  

"Ah, (Y/N) this is Molly. Molly, (Y/N)." The red head stuck her dainty hand out, a bright smile shown on her face.  

"Ah, (Y/N)! I've heard so much about you. It's nice to meet you!" She gushed, her grip on Jimin loosening ever so slightly.

"It's nice to meet you too! You don't go to our school, do you?" She shook her head, "Nope! I go to East End High. On the other side of town." You nodded knowingly, "Oh, I see. Wait, how did you two meet then?" You asked, your eyebrows scrunching together.

"Oh! We met o-" Jimin's hand covered her mouth, cutting off her sentence before she could finish it. He laughed nervously, making any excuse to get you away from them.

"A-AH, I'll tell you about it later! Why don't you go find Yoongi! It has been like two hours since the party started, I bet he's dying to see you!" He croaked.  

At the mention of Yoongi, your previous curiosity faltered. Jimin was right, you should go and find him and explain your tardiness.  

"O-Okay then! It was nice meeting you, Molly. Stay safe, you kids." You laughed, turning around and walking into the sea of people. He had to be here somewhere.

The living room was held no sign of Min Yoongi and neither did the kitchen nor the backyard. 'Maybe he's not here?' You thought.

The cold air from the night calmed your nerves only momentarily before negative thoughts seeped their way into your brain.  

What if he didn't show up because it was all some sick joke? Your heartbeat sped up and sunk simultaneously, your cheeks heating up despite the chill air.  

That had to have been it. He was playing some cruel prank on you to make you seem like some idiot who thought he could ever be capable of having normal feelings for someone and boy, did you feel stupid.  

Jumping to conclusions, you felt the hot tears brimming in the corners of your eyes, but oh no, you wouldn't give Yoongi the satisfaction of making you cry in front of who knows how many people. So for now, you sucked it up and told yourself that you can cry the moment you entered your bedroom. Jimin would be fine with Molly. You could walk yourself home, it wasn't that far anyways.

"Hey! (Y/N)!" A chirpy voice rang from behind you. You didn't even have to look to know who it was. Seokjin.  

"Hello, Jin." You chided, facing the taller boy.  

"You here alone?" He asked, straightforward with his words. You nodded, not really paying attention.

"Why?" He pestered. Your face contorted as you looked up at him, debating on whether or not to tell him the truth.

"I was looking for someone. I was invited." His mouth opened as he let out a silent "Ah", nodding his head.  

"May I ask who?" You sighed. Boy, was this guy persistant.

"I guess. I was looking for Yoongi. But I don't think he's here, so I'm just going to leave." Seokjin raised his eyebrows at the mention of the troublemaker.  

"Ah, Min Yoongi? He's upstairs. I don't know why you'd be looking for him though, he's trouble! I'd stay away if I were you." You blocked the rest of Jin's words out after he slipped that Yoongi was upstairs.  

You quickly excused yourself, not bothering to give any excuses. You figured Jin would understand.  

Once inside, it took you a second to find your way back to the main living room which held the staircase to upstairs. Was he really up there? What was he doing? Maybe he was nervous too?

Nerves filled your gut again, but not the fluttery kind.

You stepped up the stairs, careful not to bump any party goer even though by the looks of it, they were too far gone to even care. Of course, the house had numerous rooms to choose from and you really didn't want to just barge in on people.

You knocked on a couple doors, most of them were empty surprisingly, that is until you reached the end of the hallway.

"This is so dumb." You whispered to yourself before knocking. You seriously felt idiotic to even be searching for him at this point. You could easily just go wait for him downstairs and he'd show up when he wanted to, if he wanted to. Which you really hoped he did.

Gently, you tapped your knuckles against the white painted door, waiting for anyone to respond from the other side. After a few seconds of nothing, you figured it was empty until a low, guttural groan passed through the door.  

You weren't dumb, but for some reason you knocked again. Even though you knew fully just what was happening on the inside.  

"G-Go away." The voice groaned. You would have stepped away, really, letting them have their privacy, but instead you grabbed the doorknob. You knew that voice and you sent a silent prayer that it wasn't who you thought it was.  

The doorknob twisted easily, and you pushed it open slowly. A sick feeling bubbled in your stomach and you knew you could back out. You didn't need to do this. You didn't even know it was for sure him. What if you were about to walk in on some completely random couple? You could never live that down.

But still, you opened the door. Even though, you wish you never would have.

There he was, as predicted, leaned against the sink, pants around his ankles as some girl kneeled before him.  

"Y-Yoongi." You hushed, wanting to disappear from the world right as the name slipped from your lips.  

His eyes darted open, irritatedly looking towards the culprit that was distracting him from the head he was receiving. But once he saw who it was, his eyes widened. His mouth parted as if he was trying to speak, trying to cover up what you thought was happening even though it was exactly what it looked like. There was no cover up for this.  

Yoongi quickly pushed Nara off of him and pulled his pants up, instantly becoming flaccid as he saw the look on your face.  

"(Y/N), this isn't what it looks like." His eyes closed, cursing himself for that being the first thing to come out of his mouth.  

You scoffed, the tears from earlier fresh as ever as you backed away from the door and leaving immediately.  

You didn't bother to listen to the voice calling for you, begging you to wait, screaming dozens of apologies. You didn't bother finding Jimin to let him know you were leaving and that you'd never go to another high school party again. There was no reason to.  

Yoongi caught up with you right as you reached the front door, latching himself onto your wrist, stopping you from going any further.

"Let me go." You sighed, your gaze falling to the floor.

"No," Yoongi sobbed, attempting to catch his breath, "Just talk to me for a minute."

"There's nothing for us to talk about?" You sniffled, wiping away the stray tear that fell and turning to face him, putting on your best poker face.

Yoongi's breath hitched, nearly choking as his heart fluttered and banged against his ribcage.  Why did he have to be so fucking stupid? Why couldn't he have waited?

"What happened back there with Nara was nothing. It meant nothing." He repeated, as if he were trying to convince you to give him some sort of chance. But that's not the type of girl you were. He fucked up, and you weren't going to let it slide. You had already made yourself look like an idiot once, and that was not happening again. Not with Min Yoongi.  

"Okay? Sorry I walked in on you. You didn't have to stop because of me. I should have listened to you when you said go away." Yoongi's eyebrows knitted together, confused as to why you were talking like this.

"What? No, I shouldn't have done it to begin with! I was fucking stupid and messed everything up."  

"Messed what up? Us? There isn't an 'Us', Yoongi. You're free to sleep with whoever you want," Your words were quick and jumbled and you just wanted to leave, "I'll see you Monday. Have a nice time here." You turned to move, but his grip on your wrist stayed put.

"(Y/N), I'm so so-"

"Yoongiiiii, why'd you push me off?" Nara cooed, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind him. Her eyes fell to his hand on your wrist and her eyebrows quirked, "Oh? Am I interrupting something?" She said wryly, a smirk coming to her lips as she pecked her way up Yoongi's jaw. He winced away from her touches, wanting absolutely nothing to do with her.

"No, I was just leaving." You snatched your wrist back, giving a final look to Yoongi before making your way home.

"Good, she's gone. Let's finish what we started upstairs, yeah?"  

"No, thanks." Yoongi peeled her off of himself. She was obviously flustered and he knew that she'd more than likely start up some dumb rumor about how he'd went soft on her or how he denied her or whatever. But he didn't care. She could spread all the rumors she wanted.  

Yoongi hated himself.  

"So, it's true then? You do? I'm going to take your silence as a 'yes'." Taehyung continued.

"Hey, man. Just stop." Hoseok chimed in, standing from the coffee table and putting a hand on his shoulder. Taehyung just shook it off, eyeing you as you stood in thought.

"Shocked, are you? We all know what he did to you those years ago but in his defense, who could deny Nara? You're so plain compared to her." He snarled. This brought you from your head, your eyes locking on to his. What the fuck is his problem? You thought.

"What's going on?" A voice questioned. It was Yoongi's.

Taehyung smirked, "Oh, my little kitten here would like her panties back but- Oh, no! I don't have them! Any idea where they could be?"

Yoongi's face reddened. He knew you'd think of his as some pervert if it came out that he had your underwear hiding in his pocket, and he knew you already thought lowly of him so, he'd lie to the death if he had to.

"No? You're the one who got them, right?" He convinced, hinting to his friend to keep it on the down low. But that wasn't going to happen.

"Are you that baked that you forgot I handed them over to you? Or... maybe it's that you don't want to seem like some creep for keeping your crushes underwear? Hm?" Yoongi squinted up the man grinning down to him. He wanted to knock him out.

"What the fuck is your problem, Tae?"

"Problem? I don't have one. She just needs her panties back. Give them to her."

Yoongi scoffed, “Listen. I already said I don’t have them.” His jaw clenched. He was seconds away from punching him square in the throat. There was a crowd now. Everyone gathered around the scene as if it were a movie unfolding before them. A few even chanted fight in the background.

This was not good. It was just underwear and you didn’t even care at this point who had them, you just wanted them back. Not that you could put them back on though, that’d be disgusting.

“Really? Then what are these?” Taehyung reached towards the pocket of Yoongi’s jacket to be met with nothing. Taehyung sputtered, his words fumbling in his mouth as he checked the other pocket as well, both turning up empty.

“Where are they?” He clenched, his teeth showing.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I told you. I don’t have them.” Yoongi smirked as he walked away, glancing at you only briefly. 

Your heart nearly stopped from the look on Yoongi’s face. Smug as all hell. What was all this mess? Him making your heart beat again after all these years. Taehyung taking your underwear, lying to you. This night was chaotic.

“H-He had them. I-I gave them to him, I have no idea where he’s hi-hiding them.” You were over this. Fuck your underwear.

“Oh, who cares at this point! They’re just underwear. Let’s go, Jimin.” He nodded, still shocked from the events that just took place. Jimin grabbed your arm, escorting you to the door, but you remembered there was still something you wanted to do. 

“Ah, wait, wait.” You said, unlatching your arm from Jimin’s and facing the asshole who ruined your night.

“Hey... Taehyung?” You asked sweetly. His gaze turned to you, irritation sketched upon his features.

“Wha-” Before he could even finish his sentence, your fist collided with his jaw. You threw your arm towards that handsome, devious face with as much might as you could muster, never hesitating or resisting in the swing. Your knuckles met his face with a loud smack, even cracking a few of your fingers, sending him flying backwards into the crowd that stood behind him. 

He looked up to you, his eyes wide as he clutched the side of his head, a small trickle of blood seeping out of his mouth. He wanted to cuss you out, he wanted to get even but most of all, he wanted to leave. He’d just been knocked down by a girl. A girl that he’d played only an hour before. This was his downfall. The end of Kim Taehyung. People took out their phones, snapping pictures and taking videos, whispering the words that would be on the tongue of the student body for the rest of the year. This was big, and everyone knew it.

“Man, I was hoping to knock you out. Oh well.” You winked, latching arms again with your best friend who stiffled back the urge to burst out laughing.

Even as you were exiting, Taehyung thought of ways to get you back, to do anything to show he was the boss but instead, Namjoon helped him to his feet, holding back laughter of his own. Once on his feet, he scanned the party, letting out a nervous chuckle and booking it to the exit, praying that people would forget this happened entirely. Even though he doubted it.

You said your goodbyes to Jimin, both of you agreeing that you’d had enough fun for the night and made your way to your bedroom. A hot shower beckoned you. You felt grimy from that asshole laying his dirty hands on you.

You gathered all your necessities; including a new pair of undies, and made your way to the bathroom. The steam from the shower quickly fogged up the mirror, relaxing you. Finally, you were in your own home, no distractions, no dumb boys who’d taken your underwear. You were content. You’d knocked Kim Taehyung off his feet today. You considered that a win.

Right as you grabbed the hem of your shirt, the shrill ring of the doorbell could be heard from downstairs. Of course, you thought, of course something would interrupt my celebratory party.

“Coming!” You yelled once the doorbell rang again, turning off the water to the shower.

The doorbell rang once again, an irritated sigh escaping from you as you opened the door, “How can I hel- Oh, you.” Your eyes blinked to the dark haired man before you, an expression of shock etched on his face that matched yours. 

“Yeah, me.” He hummed, a small smile playing on his lips in an attempt to settle any tension in the air. 

“What do you want?” you grumbled. Why couldn’t you just have the rest of the night to yourself?

“U-Uh, well, can we maybe, um,” He panicked, his words not coming to him.

“Spit it out, Yoongi.” 

“Can we talk?” You audibly groaned before shutting the door behind you, stepping out on to your front porch.

“Be quick.” He nodded, swallowing hard as he tried to find all the right things to say. 

“So,” he began, “how are you doing?” You looked at him incredulously. Was he seriously asking that right now?

“Fuck,” He hissed, “No, not how are you doing, ugh, I’m so stupid.” This was new. You were definitely not used to this Yoongi. The usually coiled and stable man was now coming undone, and for some reason it made you nervous. 

“Just, just calm down, Min. Take a breath.” Your choice of using his last name calmed him. It reminded him of old times. Back when you were close. 

His heartbeat rang in his ears. He was done being a baby. He was going to do something he’s been wanting to do for the past 2 years. Something he should have done. With high school being over in just a few weeks, he knew it was now or never. 

“(Y/N), about what happened at the party...”

“Oh, no worries. I don’t even care about the underwear anymore. Taehyung can do whatever with them, maybe even use them to hold his ice pack.” You laughed.

“No, not that party, wait- ice pack? What do you mean?” His eyebrows knitted together. His look of confusion sending your heart into over drive. The way his bottom lip stuck out slightly had your mind slipping into thoughts of what it’d feel like against yours. 

“Ah, I knocked him out. Well, not really. I wanted to. But, I punched him pretty hard. My hand still hurts.” Another giggle fled from you causing a smile to form on Yoongi.

“What, really?” You nodded, satisfied with yourself. 

“Huh,” he hummed to himself, “You’re kind of badass, aren’t you?” His comment had your ego flying, your own smugness finding you as you scoffed. 

“Yeah, it seems like I am.” This time Yoongi laughed and it was music to your ears. Boy, you missed him.

“So, is that all?” You asked. Yoongi shook his head frantically, “No, no! I still have stuff to say. Maybe it’ll be for nothing, but I can’t live with myself if I never do this.” Those nervous flutters reentered your stomach; the same ones from that party those years ago. Uh-oh. 

You urged him to continue. He took a deep breath, gazing up to your eyes that he loved so much. He felt like a loser. Who in their right mind stays smitten with someone like this for more than two years? Here went nothing.

“I want to explain myself. Not that it will make a difference, I don’t think. But, about the party. From two years ago.” Your heart sped up even more, if that was even possible. Why was he bringing this up?

“Yoongi, it was two years ago. It’s long forgotten and forgiven. Not that you had anything to be sorry for.” He sighed, obviously not satisfied with that.

“I haven’t forgotten. I haven’t forgiven myself. I was an idiot. An idiot who thought you weren’t going to come. An idiot who thought the best way to cope was to fuck it and smoke and drink and fucking kiss Nara which lead to that stupid shit in the bathroom and then you walked in and my whole world came crashing down and I was scared to lose what we had and we lost it. I wanted so much more with you, man, I still fucking do. I know that I fucked up, and I mean big time. I was going to confess that night. I was going to ask you out on a date and had every intention of making you my girlfriend. And I messed it up. I know I can’t change the past, even though I wish I could. But... I really like you. Like, a lot. And now I’m rambling and I’m making myself seem like an even bigger id-”

You didn’t know what came over you. You couldn’t even blame it on the alcohol considering how much you’d sobered up but before you knew it, your lips were on his and it felt right. It felt damn right. The kiss had been long overdue and there was nothing more that you wanted to do than kiss the shit out of him.

Yoongi was shocked at first, but once it settled and he realized what was happening and eased into it immediately.

His hands flung to your neck, almost needily. You giggled through the kiss, seeing a desperate Min Yoongi turns out to be one of your favorite things. However, he took the opportunity to snake his tongue into your mouth, not that you minded. One hand stayed put, practically glued to the your neck as the other one traveled to your waist, pulling you closer to him. 

Time seemed to pass in hours, just you and him at 1:00am on your front porch, kissing under the moonlight. It was like a movie, and you didn’t want it to end. But of course, all good things do. 

Yoongi was the first to break away, resting his forehead against yours as he tried to regain his breath and composure but you saw through his facade, and a gummy smile broke out. You smiled along with him. 

“Let’s do that again sometime.” He whispered, his blown out eyes peered into yours. His dark eyes felt like home and you couldn’t help yourself from pecking him again. 

“I meant at another time!” He played, batting your shoulder. 

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.” You grinned, your hand finding his and entangling your fingers with him.

The two of you stood there, purely enjoying each other’s presence.

“So, where do we go from here?” He questioned, worry filling his voice. This could very well be a one time thing and maybe the kiss was merely a pity kiss because you felt bad he was confessing after all this time, making him look like a fool.

“Well, how about that date?” You offered. Yoongi’s eyes lit up, and you could have swore you saw tears, but before any could drop, he pulled you flush against his chest. His heartbeat racking against his chest at a speed of at least 100 mph.

“That sounds amazing. Oh, and (Y/N)?” You hummed in response, leaning back to look up into his eyes. 

“Do you want your underwear back? I have them.” 

AN: Finally out! I hope you all like it ;-; I’m almost tempted to make a follow up scenario to this because I really want to write a smut scene between these two and I just felt that it didn’t fit with where this one was going. So, expect that in the future lol. Leave me some feedback! <3

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SUGAR & SALT |”In the winter things brew”(1)

— pairings: a friend of a friend/ rich boy!kim taehyung x baker!reader (f) + park jimin x named OC & kim seokjin x named OC

(appearances by other idols, to be announced when appropriate)

— genre: angst (?), romance, smut (later chapters), slow burn, fluff (occasional)

— word count : 5,197 words

— warnings/content: enemies to lovers (?), slice of life, unrequited love, discrimination (later on), religion (writing about very lightly, so some may take offence), countryside-ish au,

— synopsis: You're a small town baker, whose business is on the line following questionable decisions made by your town's political board. You decide to take action in order to salvage your reputation as the town's favourite baker. 

What you didn't expect was to fight for your precious secular life that keeps being invaded by the best friend of the owner of your rivalling bakery, Taehyung. He also happens to be the one in charge of your lack sugar, due to a minor (depending on the point of view) mistake, though he's known as quite the conscientious count.

You're a baker.

A bad one, it seems. Even with Taehyung, Jimin, Seokjin and Ada, the finest products and tools at your disposal, you seem to cook up a disappointing dish. So whose fault is it really?

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You and your roommate, Ada, just arrived at the ski resort. Scraping sounds resound as you drag your luggages and clump them by your respective beds. It's now officially year seven of "Vacation for those with low earning reports", which meant visiting your local (almost) ski resort in Punniton for the seventh year in a row. The first one happened back in your first year of high school after you wanted to feel independent which lead you to meet your best friend, Ada, and planning what turned out to be the most unplanned trip of your life but you still made it. You managed to go and come back and that's what counted.

"Soooo I want to go and check the slopes but I know how you much you like your afternoon nap, so I'll leave you to it." Ada says riffling through her bag for her skiing pants.

You just hum in response, already liking the firmness of the mattress. Though it has been seven years in a row, going to the same resort every winter break, you still adopted your same mundane routine. You change into a cosy fit, and make your way to the lobby to take a look at the restaurant. While you did like skiing, you particularly liked food, so to you, bad food meant a bad vacation. You make a quick beeline for the pastry section and let your eyes get inspired by the plethora of new-age and classic pastries. One of the other reasons you visited the resort each year was to scout any new pastries that you could debut back at home, in the bakery. Punniton's ski resort was known for providing a variety of pastries for its international guests.

So yes, while you did go for skiing the first two years, the remaining five where simply to spark your creative juices in the kitchen, but that's something only you needed to know. Looking at the display had your mouth watering like a Pavlovian dog. One piece before your nap wouldn't hurt, right?

"Could I have a-" you say.

"Could I have a-" another voice echos beside you.

You turn to your side.

"Oh!" the more than familiar male exclaims.

"Woahhhh, Jimin?! like for real, THE Park Jimin!" You lunge at him, wrapping your arms around him.

You feel the vibrations from his chest as his laugh fills your ears. You take a step back, making a thorough examination of your more than dazzling former high school dance partner. You're happy to see that not much has changed, at least not on the outside but he seems to carry an even brighter aura around him.

"Hmmm yeah, it's just me," he says sporting his smug face, one that has had you cheesing ever since you met him for the first time in tenth grade.

His eyes soften and performer Jimin takes the backseat as he asks, "How have you been? It's been a hot minute."

You think back to your high school days and remember Park Jimin before he became Park Jimin. He would squeeze in dance practice before classes started. His weekends were spend in one room, the kind with mirrors and his eyes where always set, burning with passion to make it.  With your unassuming character you genuinely thought that someone so ambitious would end up corrupted. You couldn't have been more wrong. Jimin had made it, he was standing right in front of you and it felt like you just left dance practice back in high school and you were on your way to get a bite.

"Good, thanks! But I am feeling a lot better now," you can't help the smile that is plastered on your face, Jimin has always had that effect. "I am still working at the bakery..." you glance at him and you are happy to see that his interest hasn't flattered unlike others, "and I'm head chef now and get to choose what the bakery sells!"

"That's nice to hear Y/N," Jimin says taking an apprehensive look at Y/N.

While Y/N was never one to dream, she still had hopes and fantasies. Something she never knew that Jimin was aware of . Back in twelfth grade, before graduation, Jimin accidentally came across Y/N's recipe log for the bakery. Between the ending pages she had sketched a drawing for a shop sign, specifically a sign for a bakery , on it written "Sugar".

Jimin sighs, shakes his head and asks, "Anyways, to what do I owe the pleasure?" You simply smirk at him.

"No way! You are still doing that???" You nod. "With Ada?" You nod harder as your eyes crinkles.

"I don't know whether to find that sad or cute," Jimin says to which you swat his arm repeatedly as  you glare at him.

"Ohhh I see, just cause you became a big city dancer, now you're too good for our cheap breaks, uh?" You stare at him questioningly. Jimin is just about to answer as you raise your hand," Let me just remind you, Mister Park, that you were a part of this the first three years."

Jimin simply answers, "A very proud participant at that," and now it's your turn to look at him with soft eyes.

You look back at the cashier by the counter, " Could I have two slices of the Banoffee pie, please?" You and Jimin glance at each other .

Back when it was the three of you (Ada, Jimin and you), the first food you ate together at the resort was always Banoffee pie. This happened after you found out you all had a bit of an obsession with cream.

Jimin forcibly pays for the pies as you look for a place for the two of you. While Jimin goes to the bathroom and to fetch the cutlery, you sneak a message to Ada.

[17:15] guess who I just bumped into?

[17:16]  sweetie 💖really, you know I don't like guessing games ?

[17:17] you don't, expect when it comes to _______ ?

[17:18]  sweetie 💖To who?????

[17:19] you're no fun :(

[17.20]Here are some hints: dance, blonde, high school 👀?

[17:21]  sweetie 💖Haha, very funny 🖕🏻, but I told you I was over it, it has been like 4 years christ 🙄

[17.23] You known what, whatever 😑 first don't use the Lord's name in vain and second I'll cut to the chase, Jimin, the one who you have had a crush on for almost a decade / our high school friend is here... we're in the lounge area by the restaurant eating banoffee pie, so if you want to join in on an old tradition please do pass by, Miss "I'm in Denial" 😘

Jimin sits down across from you. You talk about his time in the big city, about getting to dance for a living. The more you talk about it the wider his smile gets and the brighter his aura shines. While your modest self can't comprehend the allure of such a lifestyle, you can understand Jimin, and what his dreams mean to him. That's enough for you to mimic his smile.

Just as you and Jimin are about to part ways, you see the familiar bounce of a black bone straight bob heading your way. As you are about to call out Ada's name, Jimin turns his head at the rustling sound of Ada's skiing pants. Now it's your turn to take the backseat. The atmosphere turns silent and calm. The closer Ada gets the stronger her deep breaths resound. You wonder if she is out of breath from seeing Jimin or from rushing to the restaurant to eat some pie. Her trailing eyes gives you the answer.

"Hey," Jimin cuts through the silent with a small wave and a comforting smile.

"Hey!" Ada responds in an overly cheery voice, black hair strands sticking to her forehead.

 I told you I wasn't lying," you snap your fingers motioning at Jimin standing by your side.

"I see..." she mumbles while fumbling with the straps of her skiing overalls.

"Are you guys just going to stand there like you don't know each other," you comment and they glare at you.

"What!? you make it seem like you hated each other... I mean the least you could do is like hug or something," you add pursing your lips.

Ada looks at you and her face flinches which means she is suppressing her "Really!?" face. You simply shake your head at her with widened eyes and try your best to suppress a smile.

Jimin takes the first step, contradicting his past behaviour. While Ada is looking for a way to reassure him that he doesn't have to do it and that you are just messing with them, Jimin takes another step, more than he has ever taken. Ada's past betrayals keep her rooted where she stands. Just like a bride, Jimin takes the last steps towards Ada, looks at her, smiles at her and finally sees her for the second time, except this may as well be the first. Ada's arms let go of her strap to smoothen her overall, because now Jimin is looking at her. They stare and end up smiling at each other. As cute at this is, you're growing impatient so you give Jimin a little push. As they engulf one another, it's finally time for all three of you to exhale in unison.

Jimin lets go of Ada to brush his hand through his hair while Ada moistens her lips. He reaches back for a bag beside his chair and extends it to Ada.

"I didn't know Y/N told you I was were. I was planning on giving it to you later. But you're here now so... yeah..."

Ada takes the bag, peaks inside with a nose scrunching smile.

"It's tradition, and traditions should be kept, right?" Jimin questions and Ada's smile flattens a bit.

She sighs and says, "Some traditions are meant to be broken." Ada stares right at Jimin, hoping this time around he understands her.

Inside the bag was a carefully packed slice of banoffee pie.

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A couple of days pass by. You and Ada hit the slopes everyday after your collective morning walks. The two of you soak up the festive spirit of the resort. Christmas is a week away, which means that work is slowly but steadily creeping  back into your conscience. But for now, you choose to appease yourself with copious amounts of  marshmallow filled hot chocolate and the resort's exquisite selection of pastries.

Today is no different, with your hot chocolate in one hand, you point eagerly at the Yule Log Cake that wasn't there yesterday. The cashier shakes her head at you while cutting into the cake. You sit by the table you and Jimin shared on your first day and indulge in the delicacy in front of you . You're in such as trans that you don't hear Ada creeping close to you.

"Wahhhh!" she screams as she shakes your shoulder. Your cutlery clings as it hits the floor and you involuntarily spit some hot chocolate onto the table. In your moment of distress Ada takes the opportunity to steal a bite of your cake. You put on your blank look and stare at her dumbfounded. She takes a short look at you, smiles and takes a seat across from you.

"Soooo... I know we didn't plan to do anything this afternoon but Jimin hit me up and said that there was a bus from here that would take us to the ice skating rink." She checks if you're doing fine now and resumes, "You know it would be just like our first trip, tradition and all."

"I thought you wanted to break traditions," you say and it comes out more harshly than you intended it to.

Ada rolls her eyes, "Yes, but I was only referring to some not all," and now it's your turn to roll your eyes at her.

"Anyways do you want to come or no?"

"No." you say and Ada ticks her head to the side surprised.

"Well, that doesn't matter, this is my payback for the Jimin stunt you pulled. Here's your ticket. If you don't show up I will expect a refund by the end of the day," she says slapping the ticket onto your right palm.

Ada stands up to leave, as she's walking you shout, " Don't act like you didn't like it," you scoff, how ungrateful can one actually be.

You take a look at the ticket and cringe at the greyish hue on your hands. The only downside of winter. You basically need to lotion up every three hours. You hurriedly devour the rest of your cake and rush to your room to change.

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Everyone is already seated on the bus when you arrive, panting  from your little 'run'. You take it as a sign to go easy with the cakes. Your eyes skim the seats, the bus is narrow and hot, and you feel both happy and betrayed when you see Ada sitting with Jimin near the back of the bus. You walk towards them sporting an exaggerated fake smile .

"Hey Y/N!" Jimin says while glancing between you and Ada, checking if the current situation is okay.

You nod reassuringly. To that Jimin points at a mop of wavy black hair infront of him.

"This is my friend Taehyung, he's staying with me at the resort." At that you and Taehyung glance at each to other and exchange courteous and straight smiles.

Taehyung is focused on typing on his phone and you aren't interested enough to reprimand him for using it in a phone free zone. To combat the everlasting presence of smartphones in our modern day to day life, Punniton's Ski Resort decided to place certain phone free zones. It seemed people liked the idea enough since no one has yet to complain. Taehyung however doesn't fit into people. This is something you would come to realize the more you got to know him.

You glance at Jimin with a questioning look and he makes a head motion towards the seat beside Taehyung. You keep bickering back and forth about where you should sit that Taehyung ends up stealing a quick glance at you, but this time he gives you an actual genuine smile, though there's still no teeth. Feeling rude and defeated, you sit yourself down next to him. You try your best to properly fit into the bus seat but your winter jacket, which is slightly too big because you couldn't afford the better model in your size, keeps getting in the way. Finally you give up and simply unzip the jacket.

You're in a phone free bus, in the mountains, so you wonder how the hell this Taehyung dude manages to get a reception, but at least he isn't bored like you. You know who else isn't bored? Ada and Jimin, or as you call them "Admin" because they have been affecting your mood for the past days, but right now is gotta be the worst instance of them all. It's all giggles and more giggles and small claps. All I get when I turn to my left is a man with a  handsome face and even better looking hands typing himself away. You wish you could at least have the window seat and busy yourself by looking at the landscape.

You nudge Taehyung a bit, surprisingly he instantly turns his head your way.

"Hmmm..." You start, "not to be rude or anything but would you mind if we exchanged seats," you point as his phone,      " since you're typing and I have nothing to do, I would just like to look outside."

Taehyung motions for you to get up with his hand. You step aside, he gets off his seat and you realise that he's at least a head taller than you. You waddle into the window seat and fix your jacket so that Taehyung has enough space to sit. As soon as he sits back down, he focuses his attention back on the typing. Not wanting to disturb him you mumble to yourself, "Thank you."

Ten minutes pass by and you're bored again. You look at Taehyung who has his head leaned back against the seat with his eyes closed. Now that you think about it, despite the endless scrolling and stalking you did on social media you've never seen Taehyung on any of Jimin's social media posts. But you also knew that his social media was more for business than for private reasons. Though you had never seen him before, he definitely looked like a big city boy. He wore classic muted colors, sleek clothing that looked brand new and actually fit him. Between you and Ada, you didn't really care about how you looked from a fashion standpoint, but even with her "low income report" Ada managed to look like she came from the big city.

You, on the other hand, were looking awfully shabby beside the other three individuals. Even if Taehyung himself didn't make you feel this way, just looking at him felt like an insult to your physical appearance. You felt like you were being scolded by your mom to fix your hair, your clothes, your everything, basically fix your entire self.

Now that you think about it, it has been a while since you talked to your mom, you make a mental note to message her when you get back to the resort. You turn around, kneeling on your seat to find out that Ada has dosed off and Jimin has voluntarily remained silent even when he can clearly see that you have no one to talk to. He looks up at you.

"By the way, my mom told me to say hi to you and congratulate you on your sold out show, like a while ago, but better late than never, right?" you say, trying to lift up the mood.

Jimin's eyes are moving around and he's chewing his pinky. He must be thinking about something. Yet he manages, in classic Jimin fashion, to give you his endearing eye smile.

"Well, tell her thank you and that I will come visit her soon."

You give him a shocked face, "Oh so that's how it works, all I need is to compliment you a little and then you will come visit."

You nod your head, "Uh, uh I see how it works."

Jimin glances at Ada before he looks back at you and says, "All you need to do is ask."

You give him a tight smile and sit back down on your seat.

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You wake up from the sudden rush of cold air you feel on your arm. Hastily, you turn you head towards where Taehyung should be, eyelids still dormant and hum softly.

"Errm... Y/N, we have arrived..." Taehyung says poking your arm.  

Still drowsy from sleep, you barely register the sound of Ada speaking in the back. You feel a hand touch your hair and instantly you're awake, ready to attack.

Taehyung furrows his brows at your reaction, clearly confused, but still glad that you're finally awake. You don't know Taehyung, so you decide not to punish him for touching your hair, but you do flip Ada off for giving him a green light. She responds by sticking her tongue out. The bus driver's voice echos through the intercom.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have arrived at our stop, Lake Punniton. It's currently 14:13. You will be able to explore the forest and skate up until it's time for departure at 17:30. I would recommend that we gather back here at this same stop,10 minutes prior to the departure time. Anyways, I don't want to keep you waiting, so enjoy your time here. Once again, thank you for choosing Punniton's Ski Resort!"

Soon after his commentary, everyone rushes out of the bus. You step out of the bus and instantly want to get back in there. Your cheeks are tingling and your ears feel like they are practically boiling. Someone pulls you into a side hug as you see a flash go off in front of you. You're about to protest and say that you did not agree to appear in any promotional content for the resort, but you notice that behind the camera is Taehyung.

"I hope you don't mind me shooting you guys, it's not often that I get to take pictures of other people," Taehyung says waving his camera around. It's only now that your mind registers that this is your first time actively listening to his voice.

"Nahh, you don't have to worry. You can take as many pictures as you want so long you promise that we can get them as well," Ada chirps with a sense of new found positivity.

It's official, you think, the Jimin effect is now rooted back in place. While you're happy that Ada is opening up to Jimin once again, you're slightly uncomfortable because of the uncertain outcome of her trust in him. You don't have time to keep pondering on the issue as Jimin pulls the oversized sleeve of your jacket.

"C'mon, let's go!"

You retrieve your sleeve with a simple pull but keep walking towards the rink. Once there, Taehyung hands you a pair of skates and you thank him.

"You're welcome," he says sitting beside you on the bench. Now that he's speaking directly with you, and it is just the two of you, you pay close attention to the characteristics of his voice. Sleek, classically deep, calm and a tad bit emotionless. He sounds good. Not wanting to compliment him, even in your own head, you convince yourself that that is how people from the big city sound like.

Once you're done lacing up your skates, you motion to Taehyung that you're going for a little round. He nods while gesturing at his camera. You push off from the bench and let yourself glide over the frozen lake. The ice is a bit rough but you can't really complain, it's a lake not an actual skating rink. The only advantage to skating in a lake in comparison to a rink, is the unlimited space you get to roam. Obviously some places are blocked because of the unstable ice but there's still a vast part of the lake available. You skate straight for as long as you can while staring at the sky.

"Y/N!" Jimin shouts, "Come over here!"

Jimin and Ada are ahead of you. You pick up the speed only to fumble when attempting a snowplow stop. You inevitably fall on the ice.

"Karma." Ada utters under her breath.

You give her your best stank face while attempting to get yourself back up. You end up falling down again as you get a gush of snow on your face from Taehyung's perfect snowplow stop. You sigh defeated. Taehyung glances at you worryingly. He extends his clothed hand at you. You are mad but not mad enough to freeze your ass off on the ice, so you accept his help. With a strong grip Taehyung pulls you back up.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ma—"

"Yeah it's okay, as Ada said, karma," you cut him off pointing towards the benches by the frozen lake, "I am gonna go for a walk in the forest, just so I can, you know, clear my mind."

As you skate away, Taehyung makes an attempt to catch up to you in order to give you a better apology but Jimin holds him back and tells him, " Don't worry, it's not you, it's just because you come from the big city".

While Jimin isn't wrong, he isn't totally right either. Yes, you are not fond of him because he comes from the big city, though you are unaware of where he actually lives. You also find it hard to like him because you feel inferior to him. Unlike you, Taehyung actually carries a genuine sense of self-esteem and comfortability with oneself. He was never once, ever since meeting you and Ada, intimidated by your friendship with Jimin. He never showcased an ounce of uncertainty with regards to the activities you've shared so far. You, on the other hand, knew that both Ada and Jimin did not inform you about a forth addition to the trip because that would have been a sure way to keep you seated in the restaurant eating your afternoon and health away.

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Beep! Beep! Beep!

You reach for your phone to stop the timer. You were mad which meant you needed a walk. It had been a while since you had taken one of your timed anger walks. Though now that you have calmed down you realise you were more hurt than mad. Once again, walking blesses you with its magic. It has been twenty minutes, you don't know how far you have walked but your shoes are covered with a thick layer of powdery snow. Unexpectedly, a couple white spots show up on your jacket. You look up to find out that it has started to snow. You should probably head back to the skating area before you get lost.

Scrunching sounds fill the forest as you move forward back to the skating area. Now that you're calm, you know that there really isn't a reason for you to be mad at the situation. Yes, you wanted it to be like old times, just the three of you but that's not how things work. Not for you at least, they have never been how you wanted them. That's how you became so modest.

The area around your neck is white. The melting snow is trickling down inside of your jacket. Damn oversized jacket! You will need to buy an extra large scarf to survive this winter.

By the time you reach the ice skating area, your scarf is very moist, your eyelashes are white and your chin is wet. You sit by the bench  to search for Ada's bright red beanie. You had gifted it to her during last years's Secret Santa. Because of this, it was a red knitted beanie with a white motif of a dancer in the center. If she had known it was you, she would have blamed you for reminding her of him.

You can't seem to find the red beanie amongst the crowd. Click. Click. You snap your head to the side to find Taehyung's camera pointed at you. You stare into it. Click. You look away. Click. You stand up to walk away. Click.

Taehyung didn't know you so he could understand your initial dismissal of him. Plus, Jimin had warned him that you weren't very fond of city people but he still insisted that you were friendly. However, you weren't making it easy for him to approach you, let alone get to know you. So he decided to breakthrough in his own way, the one he felt the most comfortable about, by using his camera. Taehyung didn't only approach you to catch your attention but because the scenery, with you on the bench, a slight layer of snow still on top of  your tightly coiled ball of hair, would make a great picture.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Taehyung interjects before you manage to go too far.

Taehyung jogs to catch up with you.

"Where are the others?" you ask, hoping he will get the gist.

"They went for a walk," he says keeping it short, just how Jimin told him. "I stayed because I wanted to take some pictures of the scenery," he adds, lifting up his camera to prove his point.

You didn't ask but he still told you. Something you would find out later is that Taehyung often does or says things somebody asked him to.

Here's all you've gathered about Taehyung so far: nice (or at least seems like it), handsome, artistic, big city boy, stylish, confident and persistent. With of all of this, things aren't looking good for Taehyung with regards to the possibility of you befriending him. While Taehyung's profile was far from ideal, there was one big pro that could compensate for everything.

Heis, after all, friends with Jimin. That must mean something?

"How come you decided to follow Jimin here?"

Taehyung turns his head towards you, a smile tugging at his lips. "Nothing in particular honestly, I was free, Jimin offered, I accepted." Taehyung shrugs his shoulders. This is something Jimin would let you know. Things with Taehyung were often like this, meaning easy.

"That's nice, I guess..." You think you should add something to fill up the silence but there's nothing to be said, so you make shit up.

"Be honest. This must be a downgrade compared to what you are usually used to, right?"

Small ridges forn around Taehyungs nose and under his eyes. Oopps... really Y/N!? You couldn't get your discriminatory ego in check.

"I'm so so-" you start.

"No need to be. I mean, you're not totally wrong," he counters swaying his head side to side.

You turn to look at him, eyes wide. Taehyung looks back raising his eyebrows with a close mouthed smile that accentuates his bread cheeks.

"Ahhhh, how dare you, "you respond with an exaggerated scoff. Now, Taehyung eyes's crinkle and you snicker lightly.

Okay, maybe if you gave yourself some time and a healthy dose of welcoming energy, you and Taehyung could become more than just acquaintances. Not exactly friends but not strangers either.

"First of all, please do not post those pictures of me." You turn to stare at your shoes. "And secondly, I'm sorry for my behaviour, that is, my unwarranted bias towards you"

"No worries, it's all already forgotten." That's another thing Taehyung does a lot, forget on demand.

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You and Taehyung are seated at a table in the eating area by the bus top when you see Ada and Jimin walk towards you.

"Feeling better, Y/N?" Ada asks.

You dismiss her mocking tone. "Yes, I was until exactly 5 seconds ago." You turn to look at Taehyung and take a deep breath.

"Much better," you say.

"Uh oh, I see you have broken the barrier." Jimin smiles at the two of you. "That's great, in fact fantastic! It will make the journey back home sooo much easier," he says visibly relieved.

"What do you mean?" You look at Jimin questioningly.

"He didn't tell you?" he says, looking at you. Turning to Taehyung, "You didn't tell her?"

You wave your hands around.

"Taehyung lives in Warringham," Ada swiftly adds.

Before you have the time to interrogate Taehyung, he's flying off the seat frantically searching through his bag and his jacket.

"What is it?" you ask.

Taehyung doesn't answer. You look at Jimin and he shrugs.

Taehyungs is in frenzy mode for a good five minutes before he calms down. Though I doubt it's because he has solved the problem.

The driver calls for everyone to get back on board. You hurry inside before everyone gets in to get the best seats, the ones at the back.

Though you did not talk about it, you assume the same positions you had on the journey to the lake. It was as if you had gone back in time, experiencing déjà vu. Jimin and Ada are laughing except this time they are beside you, and Taehyung is frantically typing himself away. Only this time he looks worried.

Now that you're in the bus the barrier between you and Taehyung has rebuilt itself and you don't dare to ask him if everything is alright. This will happen a lot of times between you and Taehyung. A constant cycle: open, close, open, close, open and repeat.

You are all seated down in the bus, three best friends and a spontaneous add-on that currently look very distressed. Only you didn't know that the add on would end up making you similarly distressed, if not more.

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— a/n: thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed the first chapter ! Any sort of feedback is appreciated. I do tend to mix the reader’s POV with third person omniscient POV.

[lovelyyyoongi]

I kinda hope whoever bts dates in the future doesn’t read fancfics now. Bc for all we know Yoongi could be the soft mochi and Jimin could be the angsty/kinky one 👀

Lmaooooo imagine? Well hopefully i’m the one giving an accurate representation of bts as boyfriends😂

[barbyisafangirl]

Fangirling pt1

Okay so like I just read @ksjinandtonicfics​ Jay94 and I most say that just made my day 10 times better.

Her writing is so good, I get so existed when ever she just posts anything!

I LOVE HER SO MUCH 😭💕💖

[knjhubba]

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Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag people you would like to get to know better

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Gender: Female

Star Sign: Virgo *vir-HOE*

Height: 5’4-5, I am literally a centimeter between so it fluctuates  

Favorite Bands: Green Day, Mayday Parade, MCR, Sum-41, P!ATD, The Killers, Blink-182, Milkey Chance, Foster The People

Favorite Solo Artists: BTS, khalid ,bryson tiller, xxxtentacion, post malone, drake ,sam smith, Nicki Minaj, Gucci Mane, Migos, Cardi B, Kyle, Aminé, Agust D lmao, Kendrick Lamar, J. Cole, Normani, literally so many i listen to everything 

Current Favorite Song: Big Shot - Kendrick Lamar ft. Travis Scott

Last Movie I Watched: Black Panther *Wakanda Forever*

Last TV Show I Watched: Strong Girl Bong-Soon (the cutest kdrama ever)

When I Created This Blog: uhh....i think like nov. 2017 ish

What I Post: alot...aesthetics, scenarios, imagines, fancfics, DICKS lol, def. nsfw stuff. 

Last Thing I Googled: “fancy e” i need it for aminé’s name lol

Any Other Blogs: nope lol 

Do I Get Asks: sometimes, mostly from mutuals and they make my day every time

Following: like...224, i need more my feed is dry 

Followers: 298

Favorite Colors: dark blue, yellow, red, black

Average Hours Of Sleep: whats sleep?…

Lucky Number: 3 or 7

Instruments: acoustic guitar, piano, baritone

What I’m Currently Wearing: a plain grey tshirt and cheer shorts ( i have never cheered, i have no idea where these came from) 

How Many Blankets I Sleep With: 2, it wasn't asked but i love saying i have 7 pillows on my bed, it's so comfy. 

Dream Job: digital design artist, dancer, actress. i like entertaining people. 

Dream Trip: S.Korea, Italy, Japan. 

Do I Have A Crush: i have no heart 

Favorite Animal: panda (its black and white like me) 

Hair Color: basically black, but actually a SUPER dark brown with like weird natural blonde highlights that i tried to dye over cause i’m clumsy so people called me extended blonde but that’s too much info and im rambling he he...

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and anyone who sees this and wants to do it ;)