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I am in love with that Jk merman story of yourssss , you are such a talented author !!!! Keep it up with the good work .

Even i want to request a prompt after that story because i believe only you have the capability to bring that prompt to life (only if you want to write ofcourse, no pressure )

I have never read an ABO fic with enemies to lovers troupe in modern era , I mean just imagine them being the high-school academic rival wolves who can't bear standing eachother

but the moment they turn 18 and their wolves will develop some special senses and powers, they both will realise that they both are actually mates . damnnn now image the strong pull their wolves will feel towards eachother making them go crazy ( their wolves will fall in love with eachother the moment they will recognize eachother as mate and start rebelling their human counterparts and start convincing them to love eachother too .)

and how bad they will try to hide it , deny their wolves forbid their animal counterparts from eachother only to fail miserably in the end because yeah that mate bond will win 🥹

You can choose any BTS member you want because I love and enjoy reading all seven of them so go for any member you want .

Borahae 💜 , no pressure if you are not interested in writing this prompt , I will still adore you and your work 💜 😘 so feel free to reject this request if you want .

part of the prompt game pairing: alpha!Jungkook x omega!female reader genre: fantasy!AU, "E"2L, ABO, high school romance warnings: Jungkook's the most pitiful teenager in all of existence, bad handling of emotions/feelings, a lot of cliques, denial, a little bit of physical fighting, mentions of blood, lmk if I forgot smth word count: 2.754

a/n: tysm for all your compliments, I'm so flattered 🫂 I've tweaked your request a tiny bit to fit the character of OC better and left out marking etc. bc they're still so young 🥹 hope that's okay 💕

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He hates you.

No, he loathes your entire existence.

That Miss Perfect attitude, excelling in everything you do as if it’s the easiest task in the world. You’ve been enemies since high school started—not because either of you declared it so, but because Jungkook simply can’t stand you.

You, on the other hand, are oblivious to this feud, always kind and friendly towards everyone, especially Jungkook. He doesn’t understand how you do it, staying so humble and kind towards him when he takes every opportunity to throw jabs your way, or cause you minor inconveniences, like not holding the door open or letting you trip more times than he can count.

It’s infuriating to watch you be so lovely, especially when you’re not only the smartest but also the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen—something he will never admit. Ever.

“Jungkook?” Your soft, sweet voice startles him. He’s been too busy glaring at the papers scattered before him, his thoughts circling back to you. There's no one else in the lecture hall, and he didn’t even realise you’d entered. You seem to appear out of nowhere, catching him off guard. “I think you dropped this.”

You’re smiling again, that blinding smile of yours, starry eyes sparkling with joy, courteous as ever. He wants to scream. He doesn’t want this treatment from you, not when you’re a little older than him—well, only two months, but still. You’re 18 now, with your wolf, while he’s not, which only deepens his resentment. Once again, you’re ahead, better at something.

The whole school talked about your wolf. Despite your gentle nature, everyone was shocked to learn after your first turn that you’re an omega—one of the very few in the city, the only one known in school. It’s yet another thing Jungkook can’t stand, especially now that everyone, wolf or not, showers you with attention.

“Not mine,” Jungkook lies through his teeth, eyeing the pencil still held out towards him in your small, delicate hand, your nails perfectly manicured.

“Oh…” you murmur, glancing down at the pencil, your brows drawing together in disbelief. Of course, you don’t believe him. “But it’s got your initials, and it’s the one you’re always using.”

Damn you! Of course, you know it’s his favourite. He should’ve seen this coming.

“You think I’d use it after your germs have contaminated it?” Jungkook scoffs.

“That’s not very kind.” You purse your lips, those beautiful lips.

“It’s the truth, ___.”

“Is it okay if I keep it?”

What?! “What?” Jungkook can’t believe his ears. Why would you want to keep it?

“Can I keep your pen? It would be a waste to throw it away, especially when it looks so cool.” You repeat, smiling again.

The pencil is cool, and Jungkook has half a mind to just snatch it back, but he won’t give in. He won’t concede even the smallest defeat.

“I don’t care,” he grumbles. It’s enough to make you burst with joy, your face lighting up as you clutch the pencil to your chest.

“Thanks, Jungkook! You’re so kind!”

“Whatever.”

And ‘whatever’ indeed, because seeing you every day with his pencil, as if it’s the most precious thing in the world, drives him mad. He regrets his decision. He wants it back. It’s his, and what’s his should stay his, but it isn’t—and it makes him livid.

Livid in a way that fuels his pettiness, pushing him to new lengths to make your life difficult. He puts fake spiders in your bag, bumps into you when you’re struggling with your food tray in the canteen. But all of it is in vain, because you’re an omega—everyone’s darling. Every time something inconvenient happens to you, a horde of people rushes to your aid.

This alone is enough to make Jungkook reconsider his actions—or rather, the attention he’s giving you. It’s not like you care. It’s not like you treat him any differently when he’s mean. So what’s the point? At some stage, he’s not even sure why he started all this, why he loathes you so much. If he’s honest, you’ve never actually wronged him. Not once. And now, he’s running out of ways to break you, to show everyone your true colours, because no one can be this perfect, right?

It’s the Friday before his birthday weekend when you approach him again, this time holding a small present. You look up at him as he stands by his locker.

“Hey, Jungkook,” you say softly.

“What do you want?”

“Uhm, I know Sunday’s your 18th birthday and… well, I know you didn’t invite me to your party, which is totally fine! Don’t get me wrong! But I just wanted to give you this because it’s a big birthday, right? So, yeah…”

The tiny gift is wrapped in floral paper with a neatly tied bow, and it looks exactly how he imagined your presents would. It screams 'you', and he’s unsure what to say. He reckons he should just take it and thank you, but the way you’re looking up at him, so small and kind despite knowing you weren’t invited, bothers him like a sock slipping off mid-walk.

Jungkook reluctantly takes the present, ignoring the slight relieved droop of your shoulders and how your warm, soft fingers brushed softly against his.

“Thanks,” he mumbles, his eyes transfixed on the gift.

“Happy birthday, Jungkook. I hope it’ll be everything you wanted and beyond.”

And with that, you turn away, a light spring in your step, your hair moving behind you like a fairy’s wings.

Jungkook doesn’t waste any time after you leave, ripping the gift open in a rush of curiosity, only to freeze, stunned, when a tiny jewellery box is revealed to him. He’s never received any jewellery before, and the fact that it’s a gift from you—a female ‘stranger’, no less—makes his nerve endings prickle with discomfort. The idea of receiving something so personal feels wrong somehow, and yet, despite this strange feeling creeping over him, he still finds himself opening the small red box.

Inside, nestled on an equally red velvet cushion, is a delicate necklace with a pendant that bears his initials. It’s the prettiest necklace he’s ever seen, and the worst part is that he can already picture himself wearing it, the style so perfectly matching his aesthetic that it’s rather unsettling.

He carefully takes the necklace from the box, letting it twist and turn in the sunlight, the metal gleaming ever so mesmerising. But that’s when he notices an engraving on the back of the pendant, and as he peers closer, he fights the urge to rub his eyes.

You’ve had ‘alpha’ engraved onto it. There’s no way anyone could be so bold as to assume another person’s future rank, and yet here you are, making such an assumption about him. Jungkook can’t help but think maybe he was right all along—there’s something strange about you. You’re just a little too perfect, a little too confident in your kindness, a little too bold in your presumptions.

Shaking his head, he lets the necklace fall back into the box, snapping it shut and tossing it carelessly into his locker, fully intending to forget about it sooner or later. Out of sight, out of mind, right?

Saturday night and Sunday come and go in a blur of noise, people, and anticipation. Jungkook has invited practically everyone he knows to his birthday party, hoping that with the arrival of his wolf, his mate might finally be revealed as well. But no one who attends is his mate, and this realisation drags his mood dangerously low. He feels a nagging stab in his chest that he can’t shake, made even heavier by the recurring thought that you, little Miss Perfect, were right all along—Jungkook has become an alpha, just as you predicted. Typical.

What infuriates him even more is that on Monday morning, as you—like always—walk past his locker on your way to the lecture hall, the world seems to slow around him. He watches in disbelief as you suddenly stop, staring at him with wide eyes that shimmer with unshed tears. You look stunned, but more than that, you look happy, as though you’ve just discovered something wonderful. And then, in the midst of his confusion, his inner wolf starts to go wild, barking ‘mate’ over and over again, leaping with excitement inside him.

It should be a moment of joy, a moment where he feels relief and happiness in finally knowing who his mate is. But instead, all Jungkook feels is denial, a desperate refusal to accept the truth, even though, deep down, he knows that you’re everything he ever wanted in a mate.

Still, he turns away from you, ignoring the way your face crumples, the way your bright, hopeful tears turn into ones of sadness, the way you rush past him with your head down, leaving his wolf whimpering in confusion and hurt. Jungkook tries to convince himself that this can’t be real, that it can’t be right, even though every part of him knows it’s exactly what he wanted, what he’s been waiting for.

In the days that follow, he struggles to keep up his usual routine of tormenting you, making snide remarks whenever he gets the chance, but there’s no joy in it anymore. You’re not kind to him the way you used to be, not anymore. You don’t smile at him, don’t even really smile at anyone; instead, you accept his cruelty with a resigned, sad look in your eyes and a forced, brittle smile that never quite reaches your eyes.

Each day, it becomes harder and harder for Jungkook to suppress his wolf, who clearly isn’t on the same page with his cold treatment of you. His wolf growls at him, restless and unhappy, frustrated with the way things are. And Jungkook knows—he understands why—but he feels trapped.

How could he possibly make things right after all he’s done to you? How could he ever redeem himself after letting his bitterness and resentment carry him so far? It doesn’t help that the necklace you gave him is now tucked securely under his shirt, the cool metal pendant resting against his chest, near his heart, multiplying the ache that’s slowly but surely forming there as well. He fiddles with it absentmindedly, the action soothing in a way he can’t explain, though it only makes the guilt grow.

“Jungkook?”

He no longer startles when you appear, his wolf always sensing your presence before you even speak, and your voice has become so quiet, so broken, that it doesn’t have the same effect it once did.

Looking at you now, standing there with your eyes downcast and your voice soft, makes him wish he could take it all back—every harsh word, every petty action. He wishes he could go back and rewrite everything, build something good between you instead of tearing it down. But it’s too late for that, far too late, and he knows it.

When he doesn’t respond, you gather the courage to continue, your voice wavering slightly. “I know it’s random, but I noticed your grades haven’t been as good as they used to be. I know you’re not the kind of person who needs help, but… if there’s anything I can do, just let me know, yeah?”

He wants to snap at you, wants to push you away, but he’s so exhausted—exhausted from pretending he doesn’t care, exhausted from pretending he hates you, and most of all, exhausted from fighting this undeniable bond between you.

Tears prick at his eyes, overwhelming him with guilt, frustration, and something else he can’t quite name. He’s so fed up with himself, so trapped in the mess he’s made that he doesn’t know how to fix it, doesn’t even know where to start.

“Hey… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you,” you say, your voice tinged with panic now as you shift nervously on the spot, your hands reaching out towards him only to pull back, unsure of what to do. “I’m sorry…”

“Stop!” Jungkook yells, and the sound of his own voice surprises him. You flinch, your entire body recoiling as if he’s physically struck you, your trembling hands clasping tightly in front of you.

“I… I’m sorry.” Your bottom lip quivers, and before Jungkook can say anything else, you turn and run, disappearing down the hall, leaving him standing there with the misery of his guilt pressing down harder than ever.

To think it couldn’t get worse was the stupidest thought Jungkook ever had, because it got worse. Not only did his little outburst suffocate him in guilt, but it also made you avoid him every chance you got. It also didn’t help that most people noticed your changed persona, adding one plus one and recognising Jungkook as the culprit.

He doesn’t fault them, doesn’t really mind the insults coming his way, of being heartless for not wanting a mate like you, when he knows they speak the truth. He doesn’t deserve you, doesn’t deserve someone who he clearly hurts without a true reason.

And the way his inner wolf retreats now from him too, is something he understands as well, because there’s literally nothing he could do to mend what he’s broken.

It’s one afternoon after classes have just finished, and he’s walking out of the school when he notices you cornered against the wall by some other alphas, three in total. Jungkook’s immediately enraged, and it’s then that his wolf rises to full strength, baring his teeth and growling violently.

You’re clearly uncomfortable, clearly scared of what might happen, especially when one of these alphas gets in your face, giving you no way to escape. The last straw for Jungkook is when one runs his filthy finger along your beautiful face.

“Hey!” Jungkook roars, storming towards the alphas who have now turned to laugh in his face. “Back off.”

“What?! She’s fair game.” One mocks, while you’re still pressed against the wall, but your eyes are hopefully locked onto Jungkook.

“I said back off my mate.”

They do, but only to now lunge at Jungkook, thinking that outnumbering him will shoo him away. But it doesn’t—Jungkook won’t let anyone else touch you, his wolf and himself ready to do anything to protect you. And so, Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to take each one of them down.

Driven by adrenaline, he doesn’t notice the sting of the hits he couldn’t block, but it’s nothing compared to the urge to protect you with all he has, all he is.

One after the other falls to the floor, while blood trickles from his split lip, knuckles burning and swollen, his chest still heaving, his wolf still angrily jabbing at the air.

“Jungkook?” His eyes snap up to you when you call for him, and he’s relieved to find no repulsion or fear in them when they lock onto him.

“Are you okay?”

“Thank you,” you nod, and his wolf wags his tail, barking mate, deafening all his other senses.

“Good."

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologising?”

You hesitate, and it makes him feel powerless all over again, but eventually you whisper, “Because I’m not who you wanted.”

It’s broken, it’s defeated, and it’s everything he never wanted his mate to say, because it’s not the truth. Never was. Never will be.

“But you are.” Jungkook tries to smile, despite knowing it’s not hopeful or kind, but sad in all the ways his decisions led it to be.

“I am?”

Seeing your eyes gradually returning to their lively, sparkly self is more than he ever wished to witness, more than he ever should receive, but everything he ever wanted.

“You are. Always were.”

And with that, he opens his arms, stepping over the still-groaning alphas to get closer to you.

With a push off the wall, you sprint into Jungkook’s arms, tears of relief running down your cheeks as he embraces you like you wished he would from the start. But it doesn’t matter, because no time apart could ruin the feeling of him embracing you and your bond.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook mumbles into your hair, inhaling the magnificent scent of you.

“It’s fine, everything’s fine.”

And as you cling to him, your wolves finally as content as you are, you know that you’d never change a thing, because it’s better to be loved willingly than with no other choice.

#prompt game #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts army #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x you #jungkook imagine #jjk x reader #Jungkook fluff #Jungkook alpha #Jungkook abo #Jungkook werewolf #Jungkook high school #abo au #abo verse #abo jungkook

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blueinkjpeg · 10 months

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How’s that butch lesbian from high school doing? BAD next question

#steph gingrich #life is strange true colors #life is strange #life is strange before the storm #lis #listc #uhhh #sacrifice Arcadia bay #y’all bts Steph is underrated #you’ve never met this exact cringe high school masc before??#don’t lie you totally have #doodle tag

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gdjyho · 1 year

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❝ peaches and cream ❞ pt.2

sypnosis ; he wants to have you. at a house party.

pairing ; jungkook x female reader. (fwb kinda?)

warnings ; s.x at a party, public s.x, mentions of drinking, marking, overstimulation, highschool au, best friends little sister.

✭ ✭ ✭

you’re perfect, to him. tits sat perfectly in the cups of the black shimmery dress, moving in all sorts of directions while you dance your best friend. jungkook stands in the corner, observing you. he shuffles his dark love to the side as he watches your ass bounce up and down. can’t stop thinking about you and your tight pussy after the other day during school.

he wants to go over there, grab you and fuck you right there, but taehyung was here, who he was currently standing with. “look at mae-jin, deffo gonna have that ass tonight” jungkook just chuckles, putting the red solo cup to his lips and shortly grimacing while the alcohol burns it’s way into his system.

he watches taehyung whisper something into her ears as she giggles and runs off, watching you walk over to him. he smiles as you return the gesture. he sips his drink again. “ it’s been a while since we spoke” you say, filling in the awkward silences.

“it’s been a while since i tasted you” he grins after he says that, and you can’t help but get a little bit wet. “you can do it again” you suggest, more like ask but he gets it. “i can do it right now” he places the cup on the counter top. “good” you look right into his eyes as they glisten.

the next thing you know, you’re in a bathroom with blue lights and banging music seeping through the walls. “fuck” you say happily between breaths as he strips you completely. he takes a minute to admire you, to make you feel special. he grabs you by the chin, forcedly sucking on the skin and then leaving a wet path up until your lips as he devours you.

you stick a hand into his hair and the other one you loosely strap around his neck. “ you’re so good” he simply whispers, pulling away from your plumpy lips. he pulls his pants and black briefs down to his knees, pumping his shaft a little before the vein on the side appears. he strokes your pussy lightly, earning a breathy whine from you.

jungkook sticks himself into you, balls deep with no warning whatsoever. you almost scream, tears already compromising your vision. “so good” you slur, already kind of going dumb. “pretty bitch going dumb already? i haven’t even started” he chuckles as his hot breath fans your collarbone. he connects his lips and your skin, sucking lightly and making more purple stains on your skin.

sounds of skin joining together and slapping along with the sweet symphony of moans fill up the room. he interlocks his sweaty fingers with yours. he plants his free hand into your side, snaking then round your back and ass to grope the soft flesh.

the force of his dick causes you to go back into the mirror above the counter of the sink. you look down at him, busy figuring out how to make you feel good. he takes his hand away from yours to work on your damp folds. he spits on his slender fingers, tracing around the bits of your pussy that weren’t being penetrated by him.

at this point tears are falling uncontrollably which he wipes away along with the strands of hair sticking down to your sweaty forehead. your senses have been completely fucked away. you try to tell him your cumming but just moan and hold on tighter. only jungkook knew how to do this for you. to you.

“more!” you demand from him, to which he responds by massaging your free tits, something he’s wanted to do all night as he saw you slutting around for everyone else to see. he chokes out a low moan as your walls tense around him.

tears make their way down your neck as you cream on his cock, cum mixing with his from his synchronised orgasm. you’re still high on him but you slowly ride it out. “good” he kisses your forehead after you praise his skills. he picks up your dress and the piece of fabric you call underwear and helps you into them.

you look at yourself, sighing as you stare at the mess jungkook has made you into. mascara lacing down at your neck, hair clamped together. no one else was capable of doing this so why was he?

- i just loved writing for the ecstasy series so i thought i’d treat you guys to another one. 🫡

#jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #bts #jungkook oneshot #bts smut #kpop #smut #series #peaches and cream #high school

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fatimalec12 · 3 months

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🐑༉ seokjin • キム・ソクチン

Truth, dare, spin bottles

You know how to ball, I know Aristotle

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disneyrares · 11 months

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#Vanessa Hudgens #Corbin Bleu #Moises Arias #HSM #High School Musical #Hannah Montana #Disney Channel #BTS #Behind the Scenes #Backstage #Rares #Personal #2006

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lovelytaes-blog · 1 year

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reach the top - jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader; (brief) jin x reader

synopsis: when your volleyball team gets cut and your brother, who is recently enrolled to your rivalry school, needs you to help him attend his classes while he continues to pursue his rap career; while you try keeping your volleyball dream alive, by serving sweet revenge on those that didn't believe in you.

genre: crack, fluff, angst; strangers to lovers/roommates to lovers; university au.

warning(s): mature language/themes, gender role implications.

word count: ~10k and writing...

series release date: aug 25, 2023

series [intro: summer] [1] [2] [3] [int: training camp] [4] ... more to come

tag list: closed

disclaimer: For the sake of this one-shot, the boys are all the same age, OC is a little younger, but not by much. Volleyball knowledge/terms were used from the anime show Haikyuu!! along with some personal knowledge. This piece is also based off the movie "She's the Man" and will have some quotes used from this film.

#bts #bts jungkook #bts jin #bts high school au #jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff

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ixhika-jsx · 2 months

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BLACK SWAN- ✧˖°BTS Challenge - 𐙚

Main concept: of this challenge is that I have to bring my passions back to life that died long ago

Bit inspired by @zzzzzestforlife 🍾🫶🏻

As in song's lyrics of 'black swan'

"If this can no longer resonate, no longer make my heart vibrate, then like this may be how I die my first death."

[ You can reblog this post and start this challenge by yourself after adding your own goals under the reblogged post of yours... :)) ]

[ Academics:- ᥫ᭡🎐

As to bring back my interest in studies there are some goals of mine and some tips (I am referring myself as 'you' as some external force for myself) 🎀

☆ By the mid of September you must be on track in academics - complete notes and zero backlogs , regular revision ! 📄❕️❕️

☆ 📌 Complete pw modules till December

☆ work on weak chapters🗯 - relation and functions , trigonometry , periodic classification and topic electronic configuration of chapter - 2 of chemistry 💨

☆ listen to podcasts like 'ACADEMIC VALIDATION'🗒and 'YOUR A+ LIFE'📈 while studying mathematics. (As I kinda not get maths yk )

☆ study along with study vloggers - 'STUDY WITH ME' 🩰 because it helps when you find a 'partner' in studying.

☆ Have a mindset that you are not a student but you are a employee working for a greater position in your job or for greater income....🏷 which means position- topper or sum and income - grades ⏳️

☆ while studying physics you should use whiteboard 📇cuz I know it gets boring at times so yea

☆ for chemistry I would say that read books and make pretty pretty notes 🪄 and if you still can't study it then just watch some study vlogs and restart 🎲 (it helps me sometimes)

☆ study computer science chapter of - 'PYTHON' 🖥 whenever you get time as of getting mind off STEM subjects

[ Workout :- ᥫ᭡ 🎳

☆ I know it's not easy getting off bed but just use 1-2-5 minute rule 🎗

-stand up for 1 minute and drink some water

- start off with some stretching next for 2 minutes

- do 4 plank sessions in 5 minutes or any other favourite exercise move of yours

(This is my concept btw) And this will help about 70 percent to actually get you up.🥊

☆ do pilates in case you don't feel like exercising⛳️

☆ do 'lazy' stretching either before sleeping ot after sleeping.🎯

☆ walk minimum 6k steps a day♠️

[ Hobbies/Extra curricular :- ᥫ᭡ 🎱

☆ subscribe/follow to multiple dance pages so you automatically get the urge to dance🪀

☆ watch your idol dancing...it helps🧩

☆ dance atleast twice a week no matter what , even if you have to force it. It will individually get better if you were some day passionate bout it once.👯🏻‍♀️

☆ start writing your incomplete book by visualizing the scenes of the book...may help sometimes🖇

☆ during breaks from studies play basketball even for 5 minutes... put your phone away and walk around with your basketball around you then you will automatically feel the urge.🏀

☆ take part in school activities as much as you can....I get it that there is lot of academic work but it shouldn't stop you from being an all rounder🏆🏅

[ Social :- ᥫ᭡🥂

☆ cut people off...yea exactly CUT THEM OFF !! Lot of people don't really deserve you. You know who those people are.🌬

☆ don't get too comfy with some people. I get it that its your nature but keep that aside rn because it can be pressuring your self respect.🛑

☆ cut off atleast 3 people this year (atleast)💬

☆ don't be too kind to endure every other 'tease' of thiers. No this degrades your self respect and standards✋🏻

☆ if they are constantly mean then cut them off or just give them what they deserve(be the karma).🗣

☆ be as much confident as you can.you know nothing is cringe.... your definition of cringe is limiting you from your potential.🧭

So this is it for this challenge. I will regularly add more goals if needed and keep on updating my process.

You all are free to join :))🍾💐

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bloody-bee-tea · 5 months

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More than friends

It’s unusual, to have a new student transfer to a school in the middle of the last year of highschool, so of course the new guy is the talk at school for a week before he actually shows up. And there’s a lot of talk; some people believe he’s a delinquent, who got kicked out of his home and has to start over, others think it’s just because one of his parents had to move for their job and then there’s everything in between as well. The rumour mill is running rampant.

Satoru tries not to listen too much to anything because he knows how rumours work, he has been the target of them more than once and there are still some floating around, even though he’s been at the school for years. He’ll see the new guy when he actually arrives and then Satoru can ignore him, like he ignores everyone else in this school.

It won’t change his daily routine at all.

When the day finally comes, the new guy catches Satoru’s eyes immediately, but of course he’s not the only one. For that new guy is simply too hot. He has an attractive face and the long hair and pierced ears make him just enough of a bad boy to attract almost everyone. And as if that wasn’t enough he’s apparently also too nice, from what Satoru can gather through gossip from his classmates.

He’s not trying to listen in but it’s kind of hard not to when it seems that Geto is all his classmates talk about these days. Everyone seems to have something to say about him, and Satoru wonders how the guy even finds time to talk to all of them.

Satoru himself doesn’t try to talk to Geto. He’s curious, that much is true, but Satoru is kind of a prominent guy in their school and he doesn’t feel like having his every interaction with Geto scrutinised, thank you very much.

Besides, if he goes to talk to him, people will flock to Satoru again, to hear what Geto had to say and Satoru couldn’t care less for that. Not after he finally managed to get it into everyone’s head that he’s an abrasive asshole, who doesn’t care for a single person in this school.

So he continues to watch and he continues to listen and it’s all good and fine until three weeks in when Geto sits down at Satoru’s table.

“Hi,” he says and Satoru wasn’t quite prepared for how softly he speaks.

It’s catching him off guard enough that he simply stares at Geto for a long moment and he only realises it when Geto’s mouth curls into an amused smile.

“Why are you here?” Satoru hears himself asking, ruder than he even normally is and Geto tilts his head in consideration.

“You look–” Hot, stunning, beautiful, Satoru fills in bitterly, because it’s nothing he hasn’t heard before. “–lonely,” Geto finally finishes and it’s surprising enough that it makes Satoru blink mutely at him.

It’s not even untrue, if Satoru is being honest. His table is empty, like it always is since he managed to get rid of his brainless fanclub for good but it never bothered him that he was spending every break on his own, at least not actively. At least until right now, when this stranger points it out to him.

Satoru doesn’t like to think too much about how his school life makes him feel because that is a can of worms he really doesn’t need to open right now. Or any day, really. It’ll be over soon enough anyway and then he can get away to college and maybe there he’ll find people who won’t cower when faced with his name, his family, his money.

Maybe there he’ll be able to make real friends.

“I’m not, though,” he eventually manages to get out and something like relief passes over Geto’s face, though he doesn’t really lose the frown.

“That’s good then,” he still softly says, his eyes turning into crescent moons with his smile. “I’m Suguru.”

“Satoru,” Satoru gives back on autopilot and he has just enough time to appreciate Suguru’s smile before he gets up and steps away from the table.

“I’ll see you around,” he says with a wave of his hand and is gone before Satoru manages to form another word.

Which might be just as well, actually, because the only thing that would have made it past Satoru’s lips would have been a confused “Huh?”.

He hears a lot of things at school and while he usually is not actively listening for gossip, he has absorbed every fact about Suguru that he could get his hands on and one thing Satoru came to learn is that he doesn’t allow anyone to call him by his given name.

Suguru insists on Geto with everyone. Except Satoru, it would seem.

By the time Satoru has his composure back, Suguru is long gone and the break is over. Satoru doesn’t see Suguru for the rest of the day after that and he isn’t sure if he’s grateful for it or not.

~*~*~

Three days later Satoru is alone during lunch again–he escaped to the roof to evade the eyes always following him from his classmates–and Suguru comes to find him once more.

Two is not yet quite a pattern and yet Satoru finds himself thinking that being alone might actually have its perks if it means it brings Suguru to his side.

Still, because Satoru is Satoru and his experience at school so far has taught him to be careful he can’t help but to bite out an unfriendly “What do you want?”

Suguru looks quizzically at him as he sits down on the ground, right next to Satoru.

“Do I have to want something?”

“Everyone wants something from me,” Satoru bitterly says and refuses to squirm under Suguru’s stare.

“Like what?”

“Like–” Satoru waves his hand and Suguru raises an eyebrow at him.

“Yes?” he prompts Satoru again and Satoru glares at him.

“Shut up,” he hisses but when Suguru’s mouth only curls into an amused smile, he sighs. “They want money, or a connection to my family or simply to get into my pants,” Satoru counts off.

It would stand to reason that people could be decent, or at least be polite, but Satoru has learned that none of these things apply when it comes to him. People have outright asked him for money, claiming he had enough, have pretended to be friendly only to be able to say that they were mingling with the Gojo’s and Satoru has shoved more people off his lap and slapped more wandering hands away than he cares to count.

“So, which one are you?” he asks when Suguru only continues to stare at him, and Satoru is certain that Suguru will fall into one of the three categories.

Maybe not immediately, but he’ll show his true colours sooner or later.

“I actually just wanted to know which Digimon is your favourite and why,” Suguru eventually smoothly says and gives Satoru a bright grin.

Satoru blinks at him.

“How do you even–”

“That’s a digivice, right?” he asks and points at the charm dangling from Satoru’s phone. “My little sisters are into it, but I never paid enough attention to know anything substantial about it. Should have though, could have started a conversation with you much easier that way.”

“You–want to talk to me,” Satoru slowly says, because that surely is a first.

“Yeah, I just said that, didn’t I?”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

Satoru briefly grinds his teeth together; this boy is infuriating.

“Why do you want to talk to me? What’s your motive?”

“To get to know you? Listen, Satoru, I don’t know what you think I’m up to but I’m just trying to talk to you and maybe be your friend. That’s all.”

“Right,” Satoru mutters, because surely that’s not all. Surely there will be a hidden motive in the end and if Satoru allows Suguru close then he’ll be the one being disappointed. Yet again.

“So, tell me about your favourite digimon,” Suguru says and briefly bumps their shoulders together.

“You’re kind of annoying, you know that?” Satoru asks and rolls his eyes when Suguru only smirks at him. “And an asshole.”

“Takes one to know one, huh?” he gives back, but he continues to look at Satoru with the same steady expectation in his eyes and in the end Satoru caves.

Suguru wants to talk about Digimon? Fine. Satoru will talk his ear off and then Suguru will leave of his own accord. Suguru definitely isn’t the only one who can be annoying.

“Okay, fine,” Satoru finally relents and then launches into what usually is a monologue.

Suguru doesn’t let him though, because he asks question after question, derailing Satoru more than once, clearly not bored or annoyed at all and neither of them react when the bell signals the end of their break.

It’s the first time Satoru misses a class because he’d rather spend more time with someone else.

~*~*~

Satoru impatiently taps his finger against his thigh. Their break has started three minutes ago and Suguru is not there yet. It’s unusual—Suguru is always on time, always there to spend their break together and for him to miss it—it’s strange.

Something bitter twists in Satoru’s chest as he wonders if Suguru finally had enough of him, if he finally wised up and realised that Satoru is not fun to spend time with, if the talk of the other students finally got to Suguru.

Only one way to find out, Satoru thinks as he presses his lips together and gets up, his lunch forgotten on the ground. He’ll go and see what Suguru is doing and then he’ll know once and for all what Suguru’s deal is.

He checks the cafeteria first, but can’t find Suguru’s signature bun or hear his soft voice so he quickly leaves again, before anyone notices him. Next stop is Suguru’s class, but the room is empty and so Satoru only spares it a passing glance as he walks past it. He’s not about to barge into the bathroom, only to look for Suguru but that leaves him without options.

Satoru aimlessly walks through the corridor and his steps only gain purpose when he hears Suguru’s voice float to him. He follows it to the teacher’s room and a quick glance inside confirms that Suguru is in there, talking to one of his teachers.

Neither of them look really happy and Satoru wonders what’s going on. Wonders if Suguru will tell him once he gets out.

It takes another few minutes for them to wrap up their talk and Satoru spots the bitter twist of Suguru’s mouth when he walks away from his teacher but as soon as he spots Satoru his face softens into a smile.

“Satoru, hey,” he greets him and he seems genuinely happy to see Satoru.

That certainly is a first for Satoru.

“Why do you look so—happy? You were upset just a moment ago,” Satoru says because he can never just shut up but he thinks it might not be too bad because Suguru laughs.

“You’re here, of course I’m happy. I’m always happy when you’re around,” Suguru honestly gives back and before Satoru can snap at him to hide his embarrassment, Suguru goes on. “And besides. It’s the first time you came to look for me. That’s a huge step for our friendship,” he boldly declares and Satoru frowns when he realises that it’s true.

Usually it’s always Suguru who comes to find him.

“Shut up,” Satoru grumbles but even that only makes Suguru smile. “Is everything okay?” Satoru then asks with a nod towards the teacher’s room and immediately, Suguru’s face falls.

“It’s nothing,” he tries to wave Satoru off and Satoru is not about to force an answer out of him in the hallway so instead of arguing he takes Suguru’s sleeve and drags him off to the roof.

It’s only when they are seated, that Satoru speaks again.

“What’s going on?” he demands to know, and he doesn’t even care that he comes off as pushy.

Something’s going on, something that warrants talks to teachers and makes an unhappy frown appear on Suguru’ face and Satoru finds that he doesn’t like it.

That in itself is a first, because Satoru has never cared before if his fellow students were struggling but what really floors him is the fact that he finds himself thinking that no matter what, he wants to help however he can.

He just hopes Suguru will let him.

“It’s all good,” Suguru says again and Satoru doesn’t even try to hide how much those words hurt. “Satoru,” Suguru sighs out, clearly noticing and Satoru pouts at him.

“You just said we’re friends. Don’t friends talk to each other? At least to vent? That’s how it’s supposed to work, right?”

“Wow,” Suguru breathes out and then laughs briefly. “Considering that this is your first real friendship, you certainly have the guilt-tripping down.”

“Is it working, though?” Satoru asks, not even apologizing for it, because it is what he’s doing.

“It is,” Suguru tells him while rolling his eyes. “It’s nothing serious, though. I’ve just flunked the last test and my teacher was concerned.”

“What happened?”

It’s unusual for Suguru to fail a test, Satoru knows that. Suguru is smart, smart enough to finally give Satoru a challenge for top student at this school and so this is indeed worrying.

“I just—” Suguru lets out a harsh breath. “I didn’t have time to study. Mom’s workplace cut her hours and I had to pick up a few more at my job. That’s all.”

“You’re working on top of school?” Satoru asks and he can’t even fathom that.

Not that he ever had to—or ever will, with the money his family has.

“I kinda have to,” Suguru says with a shrug. “My sisters have to eat and there’s rent to pay.”

Satoru looks down at his own lunch, and then looks at Suguru’s empty hands.

“You don’t eat?” he wants to know and watches Suguru curl his hands into fists before he forcefully relaxes them.

“I eat dinner.”

That’s unacceptable. That’s absolutely unacceptable, Satoru thinks and shoves his lunch at Suguru without really giving it a thought.

“What are you doing?” Suguru asks, pushing the lunch back towards Satoru.

“Sharing my lunch with you,” Satoru immediately says and lets go of his box, forcing Suguru to catch it.

Suguru blinks down at it, before he drags his eyes back to Satoru.

“You don’t have to. It’s fine. It’ll work out.”

“Yes, it will, because I’ll bring lunch for you, too,” he immediately decides.

He’ll just tell the cook to make enough for two. Or maybe even four, so that Suguru can take something back home for his sisters. Yeah, that sounds better, Satoru thinks and smiles at Suguru.

“And your sisters. Anything they are allergic to?”

“Satoru,” Suguru wearily says. “You don’t have to. I’m not asking that of you.”

He seems worried about something and it takes Satoru a moment to realise what’s going on.

“You’re not—of course you’re not asking that of me,” he rushes to reassure Suguru. “You’re not asking me for anything, it’s not like that. I’m offering. And it’s not even as if you’re asking me for money, right? It’s not like—quit your worrying, you’re not like the others.”

He remembers telling Suguru that people have asked Satoru for money in the past and of course Suguru would make sure to never ever do something like that, because that’s just how Suguru is.

“We’re friends, right?” Satoru dares to ask, because Suguru himself just talked about their friendship a few minutes ago and if they are friends, then Satoru certainly can do this for him.

“We are, Satoru, of course we are.”

“Then accept that I’ll bring lunch for you and your sisters, too. It’s not a big deal, especially not if it helps you.”

It’s the first time in his life that Satoru offers to do something for someone else, that he feels the need to do something for someone else and he is happy that it’s for Suguru.

Suguru only deserves the best and if Satoru can help with something like this, then he’ll happily do so.

“I mean, I can also pay for some expenses?” Satoru then offers and before the sentence completely leaves his mouth, Suguru slaps a hand over his mouth.

“Shut the fuck up, Satoru, do not ever offer me that again,” he hisses, clearly angry. “I’m not about to take your money!”

“I would happily pay, though,” Satoru mutters from behind Suguru’s hand who vehemently shakes his head.

“I don’t care, I’m not asking you for that!”

Satoru rolls his eyes and then licks Suguru’s palm when he still doesn’t remove his hand.

“Bah, you child!” Suguru complaints and Satoru sticks his tongue out at him.

“You’re not asking, Suguru, I’m offering. There’s a difference.”

“There’s not,” Suguru mutters and flicks Satoru’s forehead. “I’m not asking you for money. I’m not like that.”

Satoru makes an indignant noise as he rubs the stinging spot but he can’t find it in him to be mad at him. It’s kind of reassuring to know that Suguru would never ask for that.

“I know that,” Satoru softly gives back. “That’s why I’m offering.”

“I’m still refusing,” Suguru replies but he nudges his knee against Satoru’s thigh. “Thank you, though.”

“But you’ll accept lunch, right?” Satoru wants to know and Suguru heaves out a big sigh.

“Yes, Satoru, I’ll accept lunch. And before you ask, for me and my sisters. They are not allergic to anything and there’s hardly anything they don’t eat.”

“Alright,” Satoru happily says and points at his lunch, still in Suguru’s hand. “Then eat up now. I’ll bring something starting tomorrow.”

He says it with a smile, happy to do something for Suguru and not even Suguru’s searching gaze can dampen Satoru’s mood.

“Thank you,” Suguru eventually says again as he drops his head on Satoru’s shoulder. “Really, Satoru. Thank you.”

“Ah, it’s fine, it’s fine, stop saying that,” Satoru whines out, aware that his cheeks are bright red and he didn’t know that being thanked like that could make him feel like this.

Or maybe that’s just Suguru, who knows.

“You’re a good friend,” Suguru still mutters before he takes a bite of their shared lunch.

It’s nice to hear it, because this is the first time Satoru ever had a friend and to know that he’s doing well is reassuring him in ways he didn’t even know he needed.

“Only for you,” Satoru admits and before he can say something else that’s much to embarrassing to speak out loud he also stuffs his mouth with food.

They spend the rest of their break in silence but even that is good.

Everything with Suguru is good.

~*~*~

Satoru has his head pillowed in Suguru’s lap, Suguru’s fingers lazily carding through his hair when he speaks up without thinking too hard about it.

“Why did you talk to me that very first time?” Satoru asks and Suguru’s fingers falters for the briefest moment before he resumes his movements.

“You looked lonely,” Suguru finally admits and smiles down at Satoru. “I just thought you shouldn’t be.”

Satoru bites his lip, but he still blurts his next thought out.

“So it’s not because you wanted to get into my pants?”

Satoru isn’t even sure why he asks, he just knows that he needs an answer because he can’t keep on with those feelings in his chest and the fluttering of his heart whenever Suguru smiles at him.

He doesn’t know what to do with himself when Suguru chuckles, never once ceasing his steady motion of his fingers through Satoru’s hair.

“I’ve always wanted to get into your pants,” Suguru freely admits and Satoru doesn’t know what to do with these unknown feelings in his chest, squeezing his heart tightly.

“Wanted? Past tense?” he dares to ask as he blinks up at Suguru and he wasn’t prepared for the fond look on Suguru’s face.

“Want. Present tense,” he gently corrects him but that only makes Satoru frown.

“But you never did anything! Even now. You never do something.”

“Silly,” Suguru softly chides him. “You said there are only three reasons for people to approach you, remember?”

“My family, my money and—” Satoru trails off when realisation hits him. “You so vehemently refused my money even though you need it and I offered so of course you wouldn’t ever try to get into my pants.”

That’s just not how Suguru is, Satoru knows that. The money he really needed—still needs, if they are being honest—and even that Suguru refused. There is no way in hell he would try to get into Satoru’s pants if he fears that it could send the wrong message.

“I’ve been trying to get you to want to get into my pants,” Suguru admits with a little huff. “I’m not sure I’ve been very successful, though, not if we need to have this conversation.”

“I’m in love with you,” Satoru blurts out, suddenly painfully aware of that and unable to hold that in for a second longer. “I don’t just want to get into your pants.”

“If you’re going to say something cheesy, like you also want to get into my heart, then rest assured, you are,” Suguru reassuringly says before Satoru can even find the words to say it out loud. “You have been, Satoru, which is why I’m so scared of fucking this up.”

“It’s why you were so angry when I offered you money,” Satoru whispers in understanding.

“I never want you to think that I’m in it for that. Or any of the other reasons you mentioned before,” Suguru admits and Satoru laughs, bright and happy.

“Suguru, you sat through countless hours of me ranting about the most useless shit. There’s not a chance in hell I think you’re just in it for any of those three reasons, because no one would go through that only to get money out of me.”

It makes Suguru chuckle as well, just like Satoru wanted and he reaches up to brush his knuckles against Suguru’s cheek.

“I listen to you rant about your interests because I’m in love with you,” Suguru says. “It’s not useless shit if you enjoy it.”

Suguru seems almost put out about the fact that Satoru speaks about his interests like that and a new fondness rises in Satoru’s chest.

“You’re the best friend ever.”

“I’m your only friend,” Suguru corrects, something wistful in his voice and Satoru frowns.

“You’ll still be my friend even when we’re boyfriends, right?” he asks because it’s unfathomable to him to not be friends with Suguru no matter what else they are.

“I should hope so. I’d rather stay your friend forever than be your boyfriend only for a short while, just so you know,” Suguru tells him and Satoru moves before he can think about it.

He rises up, using he hand still on Suguru’s cheek to pull him down slightly, so he can bring their lips together. It’s not much more than a simple brush of skin and it still lights Satoru up like nothing else ever did.

“Okay,” Satoru then says and goes warm all over when Suguru smiles sweetly at him. “Boyfriends, then.”

“Boyfriends,” Suguru agrees and leans down just as Satoru moves up again.

This time it’s much more of a kiss than what Satoru did before and Satoru can’t help but to smile into it.

“I’m really happy I looked lonely enough for you to talk to me,” he admits when they part and when Suguru frowns at him Satoru can’t help but to find it cute.

“I never want you to look lonely ever again,” Suguru decidedly say and Satoru grins cheekily at him.

“I won’t. I have you now, don’t I?” he says and melts when Suguru scratches at his scalp.

“You do, Satoru. You do.”

Satoru feels like the cat who got the cream, all happy and warm, and he settles back down in Suguru’s lap, content like he’s never before been in his life.

But he knows that no matter what, as long as he has Suguru by his side, he’ll always feel like this.

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⊹ ₊˚꒷꒦︶⊹ Highschool sweethearts₊︶꒷꒦︶

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Pairing: Yandere! BTS Jimin x reader. [ Master list ]

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Summary: You caught the attention of the highschool sweetheart.

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Warnings: Yandere themes, Kidnapping, use of Chloroform, Possessive and manipulating behaviour, Peer pressure, controlling behaviour.

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Word count: 1.3k

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It was finally happening. It was the end of the school year, and Jimin was finally graduating. You were more happy about it than he was, as now you won't have to face him in school anymore.

He was in his senior year of high school while you were in your junior year. Everything was fine, until one day you caught the attention of the sweetest guy in high school. Or at least that's what everyone says he is.

You at first liked him, he was gentle, handsome and popular but never once did he act coldly towards anyone. He would even stand up to those who would get bullied. He was the embodiment of kindness and everyone loved him, even teachers and staff.

And that was what made you helpless.

You could never forget that day, and Jimin made sure that you never will.

Oh, how you wished you never participated in that damned dance competition that your high school organised.

It was the start of the year when the dance competition was announced. You were pretty thrilled to participate as dancing was one of the things you felt confident in. The teacher that was in charge of organizing loved your enthusiasm as you were one of the first people to participate from your year.

You got the second prize in the female category while Jimin got the first prize in male. And in the general category, you got the first prize, a tie between you and Jimin.

You walked up to the stage as you bowed down to the hosts and Jimin, as he was your senior, before taking your certificate and shared trophy. Your hand brushed against his as you both held the trophy, standing close to each other as the photographer took a photo of you both.

Walking off the stage, Jimin caught your hand in his, making you turn around.

"Oh, um, can I have your number? To discuss who should take this trophy, of course." He chuckled nervously, smiling at you as he blushed slightly.

You, of course, were smitten by him. With how cute he looked as he asked you, reminding you of an innocent child asking their parents for something sweetly.

Oh, how wrong you were.

OlYou nodded as you gave him your number without any second thoughts.

Oh, that was one of your many mistakes. Your fate was already sealed.

After that, you and Jimin decided to keep the trophy at your house.

You and Jimin started to chat everyday, to the point that you both were constantly texting each other and talking to each other in real life.

It was almost like a dream! A dream come true!

Oh, but nightmares are dreams too, sweetheart.

It started out small, but soon enough, you started to notice how Jimin was constantly trying to manipulate you. You, at first, thought that perhaps you were being paranoid as Jimin was too nice to do such a thing! And even your best friend agreed when you told her about it. But after a while, it became clear. Jimin was not only manipulative, but also possessive. And when you realised it, it was too late.

You blocked him after confronting him about it several times, and every time he denied such a thing until you had enough and blocked him, but it was hard because having to face him in school everyday was a pain in your ass. Him constantly making a big show of how sorry he was in front of everyone and you had to accept his apology under peer pressure. You had no one. Even your best friend didn't believe you.

And soon enough, you barely talked to anyone but Jimin. And when you weren't talking to Jimin, you were only allowed to talk to females, not that you mind, but the more you obeyed his rules, the more overbearing he started to act. He became too obsessed.

Oh, and didn't I mentioned that you both weren't even dating yet? Ah, yes, that's right, sweetie! You both were still friends! But that all changed that day.

It was the early August, the rain was pouring heavily, and you were walking out from detention. It was the first time you ever got detention and for what? Even you don't know. You walked up to your homeroom to get your books from your locker.

Petals fell over your head from the bucket over the door as you opened it, your eyes widened as your friends, classmates, seniors and even some teachers stood in front of you. The whole classroom was decorated and there was even a cake on a desk. But what made you more shocked was Jimin. He was in the middle, kneeling down as he held a bouquet of flowers in his hands before he asked you to be his girlfriend.

That was it, your fate was officially sealed yet again.

You should've said no, and you would've said no if it wasn't for the peer pressure, and Jimin knew it.

Almost everyone was chanting, "Say yes! Say yes!" While you stood there in shock and horror. Before muttering a small "Yes", while trying not to cry. Everyone thought that you were so touched that you got emotional, but only one person knew that your tears weren't of joy, they were of horror. And that person was Jimin.

He smiled sweetly at you as he wrapped his arms around you before kissing the top of your head while whispering, "You're mine." In your ears as you shivered in his arms.

A shiver ran down your shine as Jimin gently shook your shoulder, bringing you out of your thoughts. Jimin smiling face greeted you as he stood in front of you with a rose. He wanted to get the trophy back and you agreed, wanting to get rid of that damned thing as soon as possible as it kept reminding you of your cursed fate. But fews days after prom, he suddenly asked you to take it back, saying that he doesn't want it anymore. You tried to refuse, not wanting to keep that reminder with you anymore and not wanting to meet him either. But he kept insisting, to the point it almost sounded like he was begging you and you agreed to take it back, wanting him to stop calling and texting you every other minute just to beg pathetically.

Oh, you shouldn't have given in, sweetie.

He was standing there with a creepy grin on his face. There is something off about him right now. 'Its probably because of the surrounding...' you thought. Jimin called you to the usual "secret" place that you both made as your "personal hang out place", it was night time now and you are in a forest, not deep but still far enough for no one to notice you both. Jimin first took you here when you were having troubles concentrating, the woods were peaceful, it helped a lot and you wanted to keep this place a secret because you don't want people to come here and make it noisy.

"Sweetheart, I have been waiting for this moment for such a long time..." You looked at him, confused as to why he was looking forward to return the trophy.

He chuckled as he stepped closer to you before pulling you into a hug. He caressed your cheeks gently, he had a handkerchief in his hand and for some reason, it was wet.

You leaned away in disgust as the wet handkerchief touched your face. It wasn't uncommon for Jimin to roam around with a handkerchief, he had a habit of carrying one with him almost everywhere.

"Jimin, the fuc-", you were cut off as he pushed the handkerchief against your mouth and nose, covering it completely. You looked at him alarmed as your hands tried to push him away. You scratched him, tried to push him away, held your breath as much as you could, kicked him, pushed your body against his. You tried it all.

All you could remember was Jimin whispering in your ear sweetly, "You're mine, now no one can take you away from me. No one, even you."

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Chapter 3: Stalker [M]

Summary: “A manwhore and a junkie… it’s a match made in heaven.”

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: High School au, angst

Word Count: 7.4k

Warnings: 18+, substance use disorder/drug addiction, PTSD, child abuse, additional warnings might be added as story progresses.

A/N: Sorry for taking so long to update, my motivation has just been so bad because of uni. And now with exams coming up, I can't really promise anything, but after my exams are over I'll definitely be more active!

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“God, I want you to absolutely wreck me.”

The bedroom suddenly quieted, its dim lighting beginning to wrap around the walls and furniture of the room to form an uncomfortably suffocating atmosphere. Or maybe Jimin was just projecting his own deteriorating feelings onto the innocent space. He was well aware that his mind shouldn’t have latched onto the words of the innocent woman he currently had pinned to his bed, shouldn’t have started picturing her wishes in his head, yet he couldn’t stop it. He’s never been able to stop it. But that didn’t stop him from trying every time.

The more he envisioned the actions, the more he could feel those familiar ghostly hands crawl up his spine. His mind grasped at something, anything else to focus on.

In his desperation, his unsteady gaze dropped to the girl beneath him. She was the epitome of conventionally attractive, with long, light brown hair sprawled around his mattress and dainty facial features. Modelling agencies would probably die for this girl if she gave them a chance.

But at the moment she was just a distraction. Or at least she had been, until she had opened her mouth.

The logical part of him tried to remind himself that her words were just that: words. She was just a horny girl expressing her preferences. It made sense, considering what they were about to do. And if anything, Jimin appreciated it when women told him what they wanted. It made his life a lot easier.

But those particular wishes churned uneasily in his stomach as he felt the hands continue to travel up his spine, finding a cosy spot on his neck. His heartbeat, which had been racing for an entirely different reason, now thumped painfully in his chest as it quickened in pace.

This can’t be happening right now, he thought with a mixture of frustration and desperation.

Jimin pushed the impending, but familiar, feeling aside, choosing instead to focus on Emily.

That had clearly been a mistake.

“Like, tie me down. Choke me. Use me like a freaking slut. I swear I haven’t been railed in weeks,” she continued while running her fingers through his hair, completely oblivious to Jimin’s deteriorating state.

The feelings he had shoved aside pounded against his poorly constructed dam, fueled by the implications of Emily’s words. He could feel the ghostly hands press harder against his neck, labouring his breathing in the process. It was a telltale sign of the panic that had become so familiar to him. He knew now that there was no escaping this episode, no matter how hard he tried to steady his breathing and calm his nerves.

What he needed to do was get out of here.

“Those are a lot of demands to cover in one morning,” he said with a forced chuckle, hoping his voice wasn’t as shaky as he felt, “give me a minute, I’ll be right back.”

Before Emily could protest, Jimin slipped off the bed and half stumbled into his bathroom, just barely managing to lock the door.

And just like that, the dam broke.

Jimin collapsed onto the tiled floor, desperately trying to get some air into his lungs as memories started to flood his mind. They flashed before him like a montage, nightmare after nightmare stealing his ability to breath. At first, he was back in his childhood home, watching his father push his mother down a flight of stairs while screaming at her like a madman. Jimin could feel his heart racing in his chest as he wondered if she was dead.

But before he could run to her, his memories moved onto the day his father found out his wife had left. Jimin hadn’t even registered the fact that he’d never see his mother again before his father was on him, shouting at him while his hands enclosed around his neck harder.

Then he was in his old bedroom, watching the bat in his hands crash into his father’s head as he heard a feminine scream. There was blood everywhere, in the room, on his hands. He tried to wipe it off frantically as it burned his skin, but it didn’t matter. The more he wiped off, the more it spread up his arms.

All he could do was sit helplessly on the floor of the bathroom, head between his knees, as he shook uncontrollably and gasped for air. But the air wouldn’t come. It was like the ghostly hands had finally succeeded in crushing his windpipe and he could no longer fill his lungs.

Jimin lurched forward suddenly, feeling his heart hammer painfully in his chest. He swore this time was different.

He swore this time he was going to die.

His hand slapped desperately against the counter before it made contact with smooth metal. Relieved, his fingers wrapped around it, pulling it upwards until he could hear the faint sounds of water rushing out of the faucet. He tried to aim his attention to the sound of the water spewing out of the tap, listening intently to the way it sputtered out of the circular piece of metal. Then he focused on the water splashing against the smooth marble sink, running against it momentarily before it was swallowed up by the drain. He could hear the water crash against the pipes under his sink as they whisked the water away.

It took him what felt like hours to really focus on the sound, letting it sooth him as much as it could. Jimin imagined his memories and panic seeping down the drain alongside it, the black plastic pipes guiding them far away from himself and his house. His breathing started getting a little easier with every passing moment as the memories of his father began to seep back into the locked portion of his mind.

With small pockets of air now able to enter his lungs, Jimin managed to bring his hand down to the floor. He dragged two of his fingers against it in circles, focusing on the cold of the tile seeping into his fingertips and the rough line of grout between them. He inhaled as his finger met one half of the circle, stalling there for a moment, before exhaling as he completed the round.

When Jimin finally felt himself calm, only the remnants of a few mild tremors left, he let his back drop against the glass side of his walk-in shower with a sigh. A lingering soreness was spreading throughout his chest as he felt his sweat-soaked shirt stick to his back. Although he was more than familiar with episodes like these, he couldn’t help but wonder why this one had been so particularly bad.

Either way, the “attack” had left him exhausted, to the point that Jimin almost considered skipping school today. It was especially tempting, considering how much Taehyung had been bothering him recently about the therapy and whether it was working. Jimin had to remind him that he had only gone to one session, though he didn’t mention just how much he had hated it.

But Jimin knew that there were a few concepts he needed to clarify in his first class, so ditching school was out of the question.

Not to mention, Jimin’s second period had gotten a lot more interesting when the school had decided to transfer him to a different class because of a few scheduling issues. Particularly your presence had intrigued him, because he was so confused as to how he’d never noticed you before. Sure, Jimin had only been attending this school for the past two years, but he still found it hard to believe that the two of you had never crossed paths. He’d have definitely remembered if that were the case. You were, without a doubt, the most attractive woman he’d ever met, there was no way he would have overlooked a face like that.

Jimin stretched forward, just barely managing to close the faucet without having to get up from his position on the floor. You were fun to tease, and definitely something during sex. Jimin didn’t think he’d ever enjoyed sex as much as he had with you.

His gaze dropped as he remembered the bottle that had been clutched in your hand that night at Taehyung’s house. It had been a shock to him that you were using, even though technically he was well aware he didn’t know you at all. He wondered if your addiction stopped at Adderall, or did you do more than just that? He hoped you didn’t, for your sake.

Jimin had wanted to say something about it when he had dropped you off, encourage you to choose a different path for yourself. But he couldn’t seem to find the right words. He had used them all up when his father was still alive, none of which were successful of course. So instead he had walked away, guilt nibbling away at him with every step.

“Jimin?”

Jimin’s head snapped towards the door as Emily’s muffled voice passed through it. He had practically forgotten that she was still there, too wrapped up in his panic and then his thoughts to remember that she’d probably been waiting for him to come back to his bed. He knew he couldn’t do it. She clearly wanted things that he just couldn’t give her. The prospect of having to explain some lousy excuse to her suddenly made him exhausted all over again.

But thankfully Emily spoke up again before he could reply, “look, my first class starts soon and I can’t miss it. I guess we’ll have to do this another time.”

He could hear the disappointment in her tone before he listened to the sound of her footsteps as she walked out of his bedroom, followed by the sound of his front door shutting quickly. When he was sure she was gone, he stood from his spot and made his way to his bedroom, picking up his phone to confirm the time. Emily wasn’t wrong, his first class was starting soon. He would have to get going as well.

Jimin walked back to his bathroom, standing in front of the mirror above the sink. His gaze scanned the damp, rust-coloured hair sticking to his forehead, and then the beads of sweat travelling down his neck. He grimaced. First, he needed a shower.

Jiwoo was in a mood.

You had begun to suspect as much at the end of your first class, when she had kicked your bag while stomping out of the classroom. Although Jiwoo was always pulling stunts like that, she’d usually accompany it with an irritating taunt or mocking expression. But it wasn’t until right before second period, when she had purposely bumped into the open pencil case on your desk to scatter it all over the floor, when you became certain.

Jiwoo was in a mood.

You watched her drop into her seat near the front of the class with an angry huff, uncharacteristically not even bothering to spare you a fake “oops.” Normal Jiwoo was far from a saint, but god did annoyed Jiwoo unlock a different type of rage in you. Her irritation made you wonder how her parents’ divorce was going. Probably not great, if her mood today was anything to go on.

With an annoyed sigh, you slipped off your chair and lowered yourself to the floor to focus on collecting your things, trying to calm your raging heartbeat and shaking hands in the process. You weren’t sure whether it was because of Jiwoo or the Ritalin. This was your third day on Ritalin even though you had vowed to never take the stuff again. You didn’t really have much of a choice. There was still no news on Yoongi, which meant you were still out of Adderall. And although Ritalin made you crazy with nerves, it still somehow managed to help you focus on your schoolwork. Not to mention you’d much rather be a jittery mess than the dead zombie that your Adderall crash had reduced you to.

Unfortunately, until you could get your hands on some Adderall, Ritalin was your only option.

You shoved the last of your supplies into your pencil case, brows furrowing when you noticed that you were missing your eraser. But one scan of the floor showed no sign of the white rubber.

You checked under your desk and then your chair, wondering where it could have disappeared to.

It wasn’t until a pair of black dress shoes and grey dress pants appeared in your line of sight when you realised where your eraser had gone.

“Looking for something?” Jimin asked in a teasing tone, holding out your white eraser between the tips of his index and middle fingers.

Your gaze reluctantly travelled up to his smug face, the feeling of annoyance a natural response to his presence at this point.

“Stealing my car wasn’t enough? Now you want my eraser too?”

Jimin’s head tilted for a moment before he rested a hand on your desk and leaned forward so that his next words could only be heard by you.

“Why would I want anything more when I’ve already got you on your knees for me, kitten?”

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the tempting view of his sharp jawline, before grabbing your pencil case and pushing yourself off of the ground. Leave it to Jimin to turn every instance into an opportunity to flirt.

“Weren’t you the one that said I had to ask for sex the next time I wanted it? What happened to that?” You asked with a low voice before taking back your eraser.

“I never said I couldn’t be tempting.”

Then, to your surprise, Jimin dropped into the empty desk beside yours instead of his usual seat behind you. It took you a second to register the sudden change, and then another to eye him weirdly.

But before you could ask him what he was doing, Mr. Kim walked into the classroom just as the bell rang. The students rushed to their seats to bring out their textbooks, some of the girls swooning over the alleged new shirt he was wearing. You took your seat quickly, sending Jimin a glare in the process.

Taehyung hurried into the room just after Mr. Kim, slipping unnoticeably past him before dropping into his usual seat. His eyebrows furrowed for a moment when he noticed Jimin wasn’t sitting next to him, and then they furrowed even further when he realised where he was actually sitting.

“Come on man, what happened to bros before hoes?” He muttered under his breath. You almost laughed at his sulky expression.

Mr. Kim began writing the lesson on the whiteboard, “please turn to page 245.”

You turned to the page alongside the rest of the class as Jimin did the same, distantly noticing your leg bouncing up and down unconsciously.

Mr. Kim turned back to the class, beginning the lesson by explaining the concepts on the page he had instructed everyone to turn to. He was one of the better teachers, so you were easily able to understand the seemingly complex concepts.

That was until Jimin started annoying you, just like he had been doing in class for the past few days. It was always small things, like sneakily drawing random doodles in your notebook when you weren’t looking or stealing your pencil every so often. It took everything in you not to throw your eraser at his face. Instead, you dragged your notebook and supplies to the other side of your desk with a huff.

That just made him laugh, one he had to muffle with his hands so Mr. Kim didn’t call him out.

The class went on like this, a mixture of evading Jimin’s antics while simultaneously trying to understand the lesson being taught by Mr. Kim. You honestly had to applaud the guy for being able to escape Mr. Kim’s gaze for so long. He was notoriously known for being an observant teacher, and because of that you were sure he knew a lot more student secrets than he let on.

However, Jimin’s antics had to come to an abrupt end when Mr. Kim placed his whiteboard marker down and faced the class, seemingly finished with teaching the lesson. He called up two students, handing them both stacks of papers to hand out to the rest of the class.

“Your next assignment will consist of a presentation closely resembling a seminar, where each group will be expected to accurately teach the class on an assigned topic,” he explained, characteristically professional and thoughtful with his words, “since the goal of this assignment will be to facilitate understanding, I will be expecting the incorporation of some creative elements in order to keep the presentation engaging in addition to being informative.”

One of the students that had been handing out the mini booklets finally reached you and Jimin, handing the two of you one each before moving onto Taehyung.

“The booklets in front of you go over the details pertaining to this assignment. Therefore, I expect you all to read through them thoroughly to avoid losing marks over small mistakes.”

Mr. Kim suddenly smiled, “although, with this being your senior year I doubt you all require such a reminder anyway.”

You watched Jiwoo’s hand shoot into the air as you tried to keep Jimin’s hands off your booklet. Mr. Kim nodded towards her before she spoke, “will we get to choose our own groups?”

“No, I will be assigning the groups, as well as the topics,” he replied, earning him a number of whines and groans. But Mr. Kim merely chuckled, amused, but not willing to change his mind.

He then turned to the first row of students, grouping them in pairs based on their seating. You groaned inwardly when you realised the pattern he was going by and who, in that case, would end up being your partner.

“Jimin and Y/N,” Mr. Kim grouped, but then paused when he noticed Taehyung sitting without the deskmate, “and Taehyung.”

“Mr. Kim,” Jiwoo said once again, but this time you rolled your eyes knowing what she was going to bring up, “isn’t it unfair that one group has three students? That will lessen their workload compared to everyone else!”

You noticed Jiwoo send you a mocking smile for a moment, clearly trying to incite you.

Witch.

“You may rest assured, Ms. Kim. I will ensure everything is as fair as possible,” he reassured with a small smile. But Jiwoo just slid down in her seat, annoyed that her plan to make your life harder had pretty much failed.

You wished she turned around so you could send her your fakest smile. On one hand was Jiwoo, the most annoying witch in existence, and then on another hand was Jimin, the most annoying jerk in existence.

What has your life come to?

When the bell finally rang and Mr. Kim dismissed the class, you crumpled one of your rough pieces of paper and threw it at Jimin’s face with a glare.

It wasn’t much, but boy did it make you feel better.

“What was that for?” He asked, failing miserably at stifling a laugh.

“You know what.”

Ignoring Jimin’s amused glance, you packed your bag as your classmates began to chat with each other and started making their way to the cafeteria. You wouldn’t be heading there, though, since you usually spent your breaks in the library studying. It just felt better to get all your work out of the way so you could go home and just sleep for hours.

You walked out of the classroom, thankful that you could finally get away from the annoying thing known as Park Jimin, and then began walking to the library. The hallways were full of students relaxing and playing around with each other, making you think of Namjoon. He was away on some trip for a maths competition. Or maybe it was for a science competition? Either way, he was off doing his nerd stuff, so you couldn’t invite him to hang out after you finished studying.

You made it to the library’s front desk, sending a smile to the main librarian who returned it sweetly.

“Hello, have the study room schedules been made yet?” You asked.

She answered your question with a nod and, after giving her your name, she began searching the computer for your schedule.

Since the demand for the very limited number of study rooms in the library was so high, the school had decided to come up with a schedule system for the students that wished to use them, because a first come, first serve approach would be much too “barbaric” for a private school of course. Each student was given a schedule for which study room they were assigned to and when they could use it.

“Hi, can I get my study schedule please?” A voice asked, “my name is Park Jimin.”

Your gaze snapped to your side, finding Jimin standing right next to you.

Seriously?

“So you’ve resorted to stalking me now?” You asked, causing Jimin to turn to you with a surprised expression.

When his gaze fell on you, he grinned.

“How come I’m the stalker? You could very well be the one stalking me,” he said.

Before you could reply, the librarian walked back to her desk and handed you and Jimin your printed schedules. The two of you thanked her before walking over to the library’s elevator while looking them over.

Thankfully, you were scheduled for a study room on Wednesdays during break, so you didn’t have to find somewhere else to study at the moment.

You eyed Jimin when he followed you into the elevator, watching as he pressed the button to the floor you were also going to. The two of you seemed to be finding yourselves in each other’s presence a lot lately. It made you groan inwardly, knowing that the semester had only just begun.

It was like having a second Jiwoo since you and her were usually thrown together a lot due to your familial ties, but at least Jimin didn’t kick your bag or slap your pencil case to the ground. That earned him at least a few more points in your book.

The book’s name? “The Most Annoying People in Kim Y/N’s Life,” of course.

The elevator door dinged as it revealed the hallway of the second floor. Jimin walked out of it first, unfortunately taking a right into the hallway, which was the same way you were going.

You followed him reluctantly.

“Who’s following who now, kitten?” He said with a smirk, an eyebrow raised at you.

You simply huffed, “shut up.”

You didn’t bother to come up with a better comeback. All you had to do was make it to your study room, then you could finally get rid of him. This day had been filled with way too much Jimin, and you were actually looking forward to doing homework in a nice and quiet room over having to deal with his annoying butt.

Jimin continued through the hallway until he stopped in front of the door to the farthest study room from the elevator. The action made your eyes widen.

“No,” you denied immediately, stomping over to him before grabbing his schedule from his hand, “no way. There’s no way.”

Your mouth fell open as you took in his schedule, almost exactly identical to your own. The only day in which your and Jimin’s schedules didn’t align was Monday. Only one out of the five days of school in a week would you be free of him. No way. There was no way this was possible. Of all the insane things…

While you were distracted, a confused Jimin took your own schedule from your hands, looking over it curiously. It only took him a second to figure out what your issue was, but when he did, he couldn’t help himself.

Jimin burst into a fit of laughter.

“Stop laughing, this isn’t funny,” you whined, smacking the paper against his head. That only made him laugh harder as he fell to the floor with a hand clutching his stomach.

“Guess we’re stuck with each other now,” Jimin managed through his laughter.

You rolled your eyes, choosing instead to walk past him into the room. Fine, if you were going to be stuck with him, then you were just going to have to ignore his presence completely. It was the only ray of hope in your seemingly continuous misery.

You dropped into a seat at the large table, spreading your work out as you opened your laptop and began typing furiously against the innocent keys.

After a few minutes Jimin walked into the room, closing it behind him before he thankfully dropped into a chair away from yours and brought out his own work. You risked a glance upwards, catching a smirk on his lips that made your blood boil.

Your eyes stayed glued to your screen after that.

You expected him to annoy you the same way he had during your second period class by stealing your pencils or throwing a paper plane at you, but instead he remained focused on his work for a full half an hour straight. That came as a surprise to you because you honestly hadn’t been expecting him to be very studious. Maybe it was because he had annoyed you during class. Or maybe it was because you had unintentionally believed in the stereotype against guys that slept around. Either way, it was surprising when you managed to get through half an hour worth of work without any disturbances.

After half an hour, though, Jimin sighed, leaning back in his chair as he stretched his arms behind him. He’d taken off his blazer, so you could see the defined lines of his muscles stretch under his dress shirt. Your straying gaze quickly shot back to your screen, but not before Jimin had noticed your curious eyes. He smirked.

You were able to work for a few more minutes before Jimin suddenly leaned forward, eyeing you curiously.

“So,” he said, causing you to turn your head towards him questionably, “how did your dad end up reacting?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “what?”

“After the party, when you came home after midnight. I’m surprised he wasn’t already standing on the porch with a shotgun ready.”

You snorted, unable to imagine your dad doing that, “my dad’s not like that.”

“Oh, so he was cool with it and everything?” He asked.

You shifted in your seat, “no… I mean, I don’t know. He wasn’t home that night.”

Jimin nodded, “business trip?”

“Kind of. He’s a truck driver,” you explained, a little weirded out by the suddenly normal conversation but still appreciating the unexpected break from your work, “he’s usually only home on weekends. Otherwise he’s out driving across the country.”

Jimin’s eyes widened, “so he leaves you alone during the entire week? And sometimes he doesn’t even come back on the weekends?”

You shrugged, finding it odd how surprised Jimin looked, “yeah? I’m not a kid, it’s not that big of a deal.”

Jimin’s gaze dropped to the table in front of him, seemingly deep in thought. But you noticed a slight scowl in his features.

Weird.

You shifted to face Jimin, a question coming to mind, “but why are you only asking about my dad?”

Jimin didn’t look up from the table, “I heard what that girl said about your mom last Friday… I just kind of assumed…”

The room quieted into what felt like an awkward silence. You had the feeling that something you said had cut the surprisingly normal conversation short, but there was nothing you said that could have offended him so you didn’t really understand why that was.

You turned back to your work, brushing against the touchpad to light up your laptop’s screen once again. After sending one final curious glance at Jimin, you went back to your work.

But Jimin was clearly lost in thought.

The first thing Jimin noticed when he walked into the room was Lauren, who was sitting on one of the beige sofas situated next to the glass coffee table. She had been looking down at the binder she had shown him in their last session, reading over something intently before the sound of the door opening had her looking upwards and then smiling.

“Hello Jimin,” she greeted, to which he gave her a curt nod.

Thankfully, Lauren had already situated herself on the sofa facing away from the door, allowing Jimin to sit on the one that gave him a view of both the entrance and the window at the same time. Even in his sour mood, he was able to appreciate the gesture.

He knew Lauren was studying him, taking in his sudden attitude, but to his surprise she didn’t call him out on it. Instead, she closed the binder and placed it beside her on the sofa, bringing a much thinner notebook onto her lap in its place.

“Did you complete the Impact Statement worksheet I assigned in the last session?” She asked, to which Jimin nodded.

He had avoided starting it until the last minute, something he knew Lauren wouldn’t approve of considering she had given him that big speech about avoidance and how it wasn’t helping him. He just couldn’t help it, he’d spent years trying to rid his mind of that night’s memories. Anything that reminded him of it was discarded, any person that reminded him of it was avoided. Even the house had been sold the second it was passed down to him. So doing this Impact Statement? Something that would not only remind him about it, but make him think about it to a deeper extent… it had been hard.

“Could you read your Impact Statement out loud?”

Jimin’s eyebrows pulled together at the random request, confused as to why that was necessary. He wasn’t in kindergarten anymore, where they would make his class take turns reading various children’s books to each other.

He shifted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable with the request. But he couldn’t make a fuss about it. He needed to give this therapy thing a genuine try, especially considering the enormous attack he had this morning.

Jimin brought out the statement from his school bag, unfolding it slowly. He cleared his throat before finally following along the hastily written words.

“This traumatic experience happened because I was stupid and did something horrible. I knew that my father wasn’t himself, I knew that he was under the influence, and yet I still ended up murdering him, my own father, like some kind of psychopath. Saying that that makes me a horrible person feels like an understatement, because being a killer is one thing, but being able to kill your family? That must make me even worse than a murderer. I feel like I don’t deserve anything good because of it. If anything, the world should bring me my karma and just end it already. I think that sometimes… that because of what I did, someone is just silently watching me and waiting for the right moment to get back at me. I feel like I’m never safe, like I constantly have to be on guard whenever I’m out. I feel like people should think the same about me too, they shouldn’t trust me either. My past is evidence enough that I might just lose it and hurt someone. I would hate to do that to Taehyung especially, the only person that’s genuinely been there for me. But anyways, the gist of it is that I’m not a good person. I make bad decisions. I feel unsafe all the time, especially when I’m around other men. Sometimes when I’m out I can imagine every grown man that looks my way hates me the same way my dad did, and that they’d go after me the first chance they got. I don’t want to get close to people because I feel like if I build any kind of genuine relationship, I’ll end up hurting them. That’s why I don’t think Taehyung should have a friend like me, that he deserves better. I don’t know how to make things better. I don’t think I’ll ever be normal again.”

The room fell quiet as Jimin set the paper down on the coffee table, wanting it away from him immediately. He was relieved that he was finally done with this assignment, though he hadn’t noticed how much he had ended up writing despite the limited amount of time he had to complete the worksheet.

“What did it feel like to write and then read the Impact Statement aloud?” Lauren asked, an expression of complete neutrality. He couldn’t help but feel grateful that she wasn’t disgusted by him.

Or at least she wasn’t showing it.

“It was hard,” Jimin admitted, gaze travelling everywhere but her, “honestly I didn’t start the worksheet until just an hour before I came here.”

Lauren surprisingly nodded, “the good thing is that you completed it nonetheless. It is difficult work, Jimin, and you were able to get through it. That takes a lot of strength.”

“But I should remind you that avoidance only helps in maintaining PTSD symptoms, right?”

Jimin nodded.

“How do you feel after reading the Impact Statement?” She asked.

“A little less anxious,” Jimin replied, though it was more the fact that he was relieved it was over than anything else. Whether his improved feelings were because the Impact Statement had actually helped or because of the relief he felt from it being over, there was no doubt that he felt better now compared to the anxiety he had been feeling when walking into this room.

“If doing the assignment in this way made you a little less anxious, then I wonder what it would have been like to have completed the assignment earlier in the week?” Lauren wondered out loud, but she didn’t dwell on it for long. She was clearly keen on changing the topic.

“Now, earlier it seemed that you might have been upset about something. Could you explain to me why that was?”

“It’s nothing,” Jimin said, shaking his head as he leaned back against the sofa. But he could feel his blood begin to boil once again, his thoughts from earlier apparently the flame. His anger simmered to the surface and, before he knew it, he was blurting everything out.

“It’s just… I was talking to this classmate of mine earlier today, just a normal conversation, and she told me something about her dad that kind of pissed me off.”

Lauren tilted her head, “can you tell me what she told you that made you so angry?”

Your words from earlier filled his mind once again, bringing the anger along with them. He had been furious throughout the rest of the school day, and all throughout the ride here, with your words and their implications repeating over and over in his head.

Jimin suddenly stood up and walked over to the window, his anger making him want to move around.

“The thing is, she’s actually this girl I hooked up with at a party last Friday,” he started to explain, not realising that he had begun pacing around, “I’d ended up taking her home that night because she didn’t really seem like she could get there on her own, so I just casually asked her about how her dad had reacted to her getting home so late. She started telling me about how her dad hadn’t been home that night because he’s a truck driver. In fact, she said that he usually wasn’t home at all throughout the week, and sometimes he didn’t even come back on the weekends that he’s supposed to.”

Jimin spun around towards Lauren, who had shifted so that she was still facing him, “can you believe that? What kind of father would leave their kid alone for weeks at a time? And does he even know what his own daughter has been doing in his absence? She uses, you know. I bet he has no clue.”

“But of course he doesn’t,” Jimin scoffed, “just one of the millions of examples of a grown man being absolutely useless and incompetent as a father.”

He turned to look outside once again, trying to focus on anything that could calm down his racing heart.

“Do you feel that way about your own father?” He heard Lauren ask from behind him.

“Obviously. He beat my mom, and then he beat me. That didn’t exactly make him father slash husband of the year. Nothing could justify his actions,” Jimin reasoned.

“Do you feel that your actions that night also can’t be justified?”

He paused, the question catching him off guard. Slowly, Jimin faced Lauren once again, “well yes, I’m not different from him. If anything I’m worse. He beat people. I murdered him.”

Lauren’s gaze bored into him in an almost unnerving way before she spoke, “‘murder.’ That’s a strong word.”

“It’s appropriate in this context.”

“From what you’ve told me, it seems like you killed your father after he had begun to hurt your girlfriend-”

“Ex,” Jimin said, his gaze not meeting hers, “ex girlfriend.”

“Ex girlfriend,” Lauren corrected, “your actions occurred in a very specific place and time, and under certain circumstances.”

“Yeah, but he still died. And I’m the one that killed him.”

“Yes, he died, and it seems, at least in part, because of your actions. Does that make you a murderer?”

“Yes,” Jimin answered straight away, not comprehending what was so hard to understand, “I took a bat to his head, and then he died. That’s murder. And that’s worse than anything he had ever done to me.”

“Really? You think it’s worse?” Lauren asked, her voice suddenly quieter. For the first time since these sessions started, Jimin thought he might have caught a little sadness in her expression. But the moment he caught it the expression disappeared, tucked back under that blanket of neutrality that he had become so used to. Distantly, he wondered if he had imagined it or not.

“On one hand, people were hurt. On the other hand, someone was killed. Obviously both situations aren’t good since people were hurt either way. But I killed him, he didn’t kill anyone.”

“It is true that the outcomes are different,” Lauren agreed, “but it’s the context that I wonder about.”

Jimin’s brows furrowed, “what do you mean?”

“Do you think what the intention was in those situations matters, regardless of the outcome?”

“No,” Jimin replied firmly, pulling back on the frustration in his tone,“in one case someone was killed. In another, no one was killed.”

Lauren paused for a moment, seemingly studying him with her characteristically neutral expression. When nothing was said for a few seconds, she clasped her fingers together before resting them over her lap professionally, “while it is true that your father died, and that your actions played a role in it, I think we might slightly disagree on the definition of the term ‘murder.’ It is apparent that his death has been a very difficult thing for you to accept, and that you are trying to make sense of that. From what you’ve told me, the sense that you appear to have made of his death is that you are a ‘murderer.’ I believe this is a good example of one of the stuck points that seem to have prevented you from recovering from this traumatic event. We’ll definitely be spending more time together on understanding your part in his death.”

Lauren then began to explain something about how important it was to be able to identify and label his emotions and thoughts, but Jimin’s thoughts were too stuck on her earlier words to pay any attention. He wondered about how intentions might or might not matter in the context of whether a death is considered a murder or not. When a person participates in an action that ends up with another person dead, he was pretty sure that classified the situation as a murder. He couldn’t really understand where the nuances existed in a situation like this.

But then again, Lauren’s suggestion hadn’t been too crazy of a thought either. If a person didn’t intend to kill the other, then would it still be considered a murder?

Had he intended to kill his father that night? Jimin wanted to say no and deny such a thing, because he really hadn’t wanted to do that. But he had taken a wooden baseball bat straight to his father’s skull, what other outcome had Jimin been expecting? Maybe intention did matter in general, but in Jimin’s case he concluded it made no difference.

“How do you feel about the death of your father?” Lauren asked randomly, catching Jimin’s straying attention. He had no clue what the context behind the question was since his thoughts had been elsewhere while she had been explaining it, which had caught him off guard.

“Um,” Jimin paused, having to think about it for a moment, “I know he did horrible things to me, like I’m aware his actions were wrong, but… a part of me felt a little saddened by his death. Maybe not because of losing him as a person, but losing him meant that I had lost the last of my family. It does make me feel sad when I think about it.”

Lauren nodded encouragingly, “and that is a completely natural reaction to have when you feel that you’ve lost something. It’s good to feel that sadness and let it run its course.”

Jimin let a breathy chuckle escape his lips, though there was no humour behind it, “feeling sad isn’t exactly something I enjoy- actually I prefer to avoid feeling anything at all. It’s just easier that way.”

Lauren crossed her leg over the other, continuing to focus on Jimin as she brought her clasped hand over her lap once again, “have you ever allowed yourself to feel sad?”

He shook his head, explaining that he’s always preferred avoiding anything and everything that had to do with intense feelings like that. Even the frustration he had shown earlier was a generally rare occurrence.

“Then if you’ve never allowed yourself to feel your emotions, how do you know that it would be easier not to feel them?”

Jimin was silent, processing the logic behind her words once again. He was starting to realise that therapy was a lot more logical than what he had initially thought.

“From what you’ve told me, avoiding your feelings hasn’t helped you very much so far. Maybe allowing yourself to feel the natural feelings associated with the traumatic event may help you recover from what happened?”

“Maybe…” He relented, knowing that her reasoning made sense to him.

But Jimin still couldn’t help but feel anxious at the thought of feeling his emotions. He didn’t even know if he’d ever truly felt them before. With a father that had been beating him for as long as he could remember, it really had just become easier to numb himself to the pain. He was scared of revisiting that pain, he realised. The pain that he’d been trying to run away from his whole life.

Lauren opened her binder to bring out a few sheets that were similar to the Impact Statement worksheet she had given him in their last session, except they clearly had a different purpose. She called them “A-B-C” Sheets, which again reminded Jimin of kindergarten, and explained how to go about completing them properly. She also explained how they were meant to help him begin to identify the things he was telling himself and his subsequent emotions before they had exchanged pleasantries and Jimin had walked out of the room.

Unlike the last session, where he had rushed through the door at light speed, Jimin took his time walking through the hallways and out of the building. This time his mind was filled with questions of murder and intention. He thought about feeling his feelings, and how long it had been since he had lost the ability to do so. He thought about you and your dad. He thought about everything.

There was just so much to think about.

So much to think about indeed.

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loveliesmoon · 1 year

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don’t leave me.

pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

genre: childhood friends to lovers, some angst, these bitches are bad at communicating, everybody is crying it’s a whole ass mess 😔, happy ending!!!

warnings: a couple f-words 😨

you knock on jungkook’s door. to your surprise, jimin answers the door and smiles brightly, “hey, y/n! i’m glad you finally made it! we’re only halfway through the movie. you didn’t miss much, we can catch you up.” he whispered, as to not disrupt the movie the boys were watching.

this caught you off guard. you didn’t hear anything about movie plans. in fact, jungkook hasn’t spoken to you in weeks. that’s why you decided to come over without telling him. if you asked, he would’ve made some lame ass excuse about his apartment being messy or how tired he was. you frown briefly before fixing your face into a smile.

“thanks jimin! i appreciate that.” you whispered, searching the dark living room. lo and behold, there he was. in the flesh. jungkook hadn’t noticed you entering the living room as he asked who was at the door, eyes glued to the screen. as frustrated as you were with him, you couldn’t help but find his absolute focus to be endearing. his dark eyes wide and shiny with anticipation. “it’s y/n!”

as jungkook hears your name, he chokes on the popcorn he was eating. his head whips to you and jimin. your eyes boring into his, arms crossed. his eyes widen and he shifts uncomfortably, face growing hot as your stare intensified.

“h-hey y/n… how are you?” you scoff, smiling as fake as you possibly could. “im doing great, jungkook.” you cut the conversation off quickly as the two other boys started to feel the growing tension. jimin side eyed taehyung, who looked back at jimin with an uncomfortable look.

“umm… we have to go actually. we need to get… groceries.” and just like that, the two boys were gone. leaving you and jungkook on opposite sides of the couch. jungkook refuses to look at you. eyes staring into the screen, movie still playing. you grab the remote, and turn off the TV. jungkook looks at you, frowning.

“hey! i was watching that!” he pouts and you roll your eyes. “and i’m trying to talk to you? i’ve actually been trying for weeks!” you spit out, sounding more harsh than you wanted. jungkook suddenly cant bear to look at you anymore; his gaze quickly shifting away from you. you notice how the tips of his ears reddened. your eyes soften and you scoot closer to him.

“look, i didn’t mean to snap at you. i’m just…” you trail off, sighing. you can see he’s looking at you through his peripheral vision, “why aren’t you talk to me? lately you’ve been acting like you hardly know me. we’ve been best friends since we were in middle school! i know you better than anyone, but right now i can’t tell what’s bothering you. did i do something wrong?” he said nothing, no longer looking at you through his peripheral vision either. you stare at him in silence for a minute more before you get up and storm out without another word. in the back of your mind, you secretly hope he’s chasing after you. you get to your car and realize he’s not following after you, nor is he eager to give his explanation. suddenly, tears start pouring out of your eyes. unable to stop, you break down into a sobbing mess.

it was the first day of middle school. lunch time. you usually sat at a table, away from the crowd. you were finishing up some homework when a soft voice caught your attention.

“c-could i sit with you..?” you look up, a boy with jet black hair that almost covered his eyes stood in front of you. he couldn’t look you in the eyes, and he was shifting his feet uncomfortably. you smile brightly and nod. “yeah of course! my name is y/n. what’s yours?” he responded, the tips of his ears turning bright red, “jungkook…”

and from that day on, you sat together at lunch everyday, for three whole years. even hanging out outside of class. studying, getting ice cream, listening to his singing. as you grew up, you got incredibly close. you knew all of each others secrets, fears, and even crushes. however, he stayed relatively shy. it wasn’t until you saw him with his six other best friends that you saw him unfold. this shy, bashful boy could be a giddy, laughing mess when he was around his friends. it was endearing watching his older friends help him blossom and grow.

when high school started, everything started changing. he went from your cute, baby-faced best friend and grew into a man. a very attractive man. you couldn’t lie, a crush started to form. and not just because of his looks. he was still respectful, kind, talented, and still so very shy. girls started paying attention to him, coyly giving him snacks and gifts.

one morning, you and jungkook are approached by a girl, “h-here you go, o-oppa… i got this for you…” she mumbled, looking at the group before running away. her friend group watching from afar, giggling loudly. you smirk and poke his arm, taking the item from his hand. it was some snack, one he absolutely hated. he was bright red with embarrassment shooing you away before you could tease him further.

“ohh~ jungkook oppa!~ please take this snack as a token of my love!” you dramatically handed him the snack, laughing at his reaction. “you’re the worst!” he groaned, before laughing.

the memory made you laugh, wiping away any left over tears that were left on your face. however, the tears returned once you thought about where this left your friendship. maybe he knew that you had a crush on him. maybe he caught you staring too much during dance practices or just when you guys got to hang out. maybe he was so uncomfortable around you that he felt y’all couldn’t continue your friendship. tears fell onto your cheeks once more, lips quivering as you tried to hold them back. “why didn’t he just tell me upfront? maybe it would’ve hurt less…” you thought, tears falling rapidly as you start to fall apart once more.

meanwhile, jungkook was having his own crying session in his apartment. he definitely just fucked up your whole friendship all because he was in denial about his massive crush on you. why didn’t he just say something? “i’m so fucking stupid! she’s gone and will never want to talk to me again. you’re so fucking stupid, jungkook! fuck!” he sobbed, looking over at his wall seeing your smiling face plastered all over it. cringy middle school pictures you begged him to take down, you guys smilingly brightly when you graduated middle school and high school. pictures of you guys at the beach, before and after concerts, and at home.

he was absolutely, undoubtedly in love with you. he had pictures of you in his wallet, a candid polaroid of you eating ramen. he was absolutely whipped. he was so scared of rejection that he did everything in his mind to get rid of that silly crush. he didn’t want to jeopardize your friendship by confessing to you, so he avoided you at all costs. your phone calls, your texts, the funny tik toks you sent him. he even made excuses to not have you over. the thought of your heartbreak when he was avoiding you made his stomach hurt.

“i- i have to do something. i have to fix this.” he mumbled breathlessly, grabbing his keys and running out of his apartment. but there your car was. right where you always park it. he ran up to your window and knocked. you jolted up, seeing your best friend. you noticed his eyes and nose were bright red. had he been crying?

you open the car door, stumbling out frazzled. he had definitely been crying, and you know he could tell you had been crying. he started shakily, tears still welled up in his eyes. “i- you- i’m… sob i’m so fucking sorry, y/n. i’m so sorry. i don’t want to lose you. you mean so much to me. i’m not gonna let you go so easily. i love you. i fucking love you, y/n. i’ve been in love with you since middle school. i was so scared of losing you that i thought this was the best way to fix my problem. i’m so sorry. please forgive me. i love you so much.”

and just then, he kissed you. with all the love, passion, and adoration he could muster in his body, he kissed you. one hand on your waist, the other buried into your hair. you could feel the tears that fell from his eyes. you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in closer, returning the kiss. it left you breathless, your body yearning for this for years. you kissed as if you were going to die tomorrow.

when you pulled away, you hugged him tighter than you ever had before. “i love you too, jungkook.”

the weight of the world had finally left your shoulders. you had your soulmate back. your lover, your partner-in-crime, your better half, your best friend, jungkook.

hey y’all!! this is my first post ever so bare with me lol. i hope you enjoyed because i had a lot of fun writing this!

all my love-

loveliesmoon ⭐️

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