#bts love triangle

[keehomania]

frostbite (동상) ㅡ min yoongi (민윤기)

the second part can be found here

✧.* 18+

“cold as ice, hard as stone, never choose men over being alone,” was what your mother had found herself repeating to you your entire life. maybe not your entire life, actually. you couldn't really remember when the phrase was spoken into life, perhaps when you had turned twelve, thirteen; when you began to develop and mature, when push-up bras began to substitute training bras, when makeup began to gain significance, when she had noticed how older and younger men alike had started to smirk and leer more and more shamefully whenever you passed by.

it wasn't because she had it out for you. quite the opposite, actually. it was something her mother had sang to her, an invention of her own she had sang to life when hormones began to work faster than she could blink. she thought it would raise awareness as a subtle way for her to let her daughter know that no man could ever be trusted in the slightest, but your mother didn't care to listen. it worked the first few years of her adolescence; she avoided relationships all throughout high school and college, but all good things come to an end. after she had graduated and gone into finance the way she had planned, things took a turn when she met your father. no one could have predicted the outcome. their relationship moved quickly, but smoothly. their friends had sworn up and down that they could never imagine them in an argument, until they got married. with marriage came a child, you. with a child came more responsibilities, with which came more money spent. they spent and spent until they had nothing left to spend, and that's when the verbal arguments had reached a new low.

by the time you had turned fifteen, you found yourself consoling your mother as much as she allowed you to. it was draining, you found yourself asking the man in the sky for a way out. a way out was in store, just not for you. one night, just a little after midnight, your father had packed his bags and left after another one of their more tense fights, swearing to find a younger, prettier, richer woman. you had both assumed it was another one of his empty threats, but you would never come to know, as that was the last time either of you have seen or heard from him.

for weeks on end following his departure, your mother had no tears left to cry. she was too quiet, white in the face as if all the blood has been drained from her body. she wasn't interested in discussing what had happened ever again. more weeks passed and winter came along, and she had fallen ill. you had picked up a job at fifteen and worked as many shifts as you could just to keep the house warm, to keep food on the table at least until december's weather had passed. she knew you had been trying, and you knew she was grateful, but you couldn't shake the uneasy feeling as her condition worsened, as did the weather.

blizzards were uncommon in daegu. sure, it was normal to wake up to over ten inches of snow, but the storms just never seemed to take action. that's why you were surprised to have woken up just half an hour past four in the morning, to the sound of ice pounding on your windows and vicious wind blowing. your room was on the second floor, completely untouched, and you felt relieved for just a second. that second quickly passed when you called out for your mother, only to be met with silence. maybe she didn't hear you, maybe she had mistaken your voice for the wind; it's what you so badly wanted to believe as you made your way down the stairs. your heart stopped when you had realized that hope was more than a call away.

despite the untouched stairs and floor above, the living room she had been sleeping in was a wreck. the air was noticably colder, windows broken, glass shattered on the wet floor. the storm had done all the damage, yet that still wasn't the worst part. your mother was still on the couch, her skin as pale as ever. she was facing the ceiling, eyes open. you felt your heart sink to your stomach, and you've been dreading the feeling ever since. you've carried the grief ever since it happened, tears stinging whenever november made an appearance, whenever the temperature shifted. your mother had frozen to death, and how could you ever get over it, how could you ever function? you dreaded your father more than anything, knowing that if she could've beared to sleep in their shared room on the floor above, she would've been alive.

that was the first moment you had taken her words to heart. cold as ice, hard as stone, never choose men over being alone.

you had made it through the rest of high school without any interest in dating, or men in general. you had graduated the way you pictured yourself graduating, and you did it alone. it was a lonely road before anything else, but it was something you learned to live with. you spent your last summer as a high school student working to kill the time, waiting for the college season to start. everyone from your class had gone their separate ways, but you couldn't care less. every day seemed the same—wake up, eat, work, come home, eat, sleep. you went to sleep dreading the night, and woke up dreading the day. on one particular day, a man had stopped you in your tracks on the way to work. all he had to say was, “wouldn't hurt to smile, would it?” all it did was put a scowl on your face.

when summer had finally come to an end, you were the most ecstatic you've been in in the last four years. you couldn't wait to leave the house you grew up in—sell it, rent it out, it didn't matter. all you wanted was out. you ended up renting it out to an anonymous customer, which definitely should've raised some alarms, but you couldn't care less. they needed the house, you needed the money; they could've turned it into a meth lab for all you cared.

daegu university was located on the other side of town. it was a good college, despite how far away it was, which meant it was worth the agonizing drive. it was almost cartoonishly big, big and urban. nothing less was to be expected of a private school with a low acceptance rate and big bills. you had met with the principal of the university a total of three times. the first time was to congratulate you for being accepted, which had taken you aback. it was the first time in a long time you had allowed yourself to grin from ear to ear. the second time was just a few days later, he had shown you around the campus in advance, to avoid any confusion when the halls were packed to the brim. the third and final time was to get you comfortable in your dorm, where you met your dorm roommate.

the school itself was filled with spoiled, conceited kids with little to no knowledge and extended trust funds. it truly was a sight for sore eyes in the worst way possible. often did you find yourself rolling your eyes at their remarks and complaints, it was incredible how they could be so out of touch with reality and out of sync with the real world. you couldn't keep up with the rich people bullshit—stained shoes, last season clothes, companies going bankrupt. just a month into college, you learned to tune everything out, nearly everything.

your roommate took the cake, and you knew it. you felt the last shreds of your patience go numb when you had first met him. for the sake of your education, you told yourself that having a guy as your roommate would be no issue. you didb't want to leave a sour taste in the principal's mouth, so you put on a smile and complied. all you had to do was ignore him, just as you had been doing your whole life. he was quiet when you had first met, he was quiet throughout the many times you had spotted him during lectures or lunch. min yoongi—out of his entire group of friends, he seemed to be the most tame. that had lasted until he grew more comfortable and less mindful of your presence.

awake at the peak of midnight, you typed away at your laptop. your forehead was slick with sweat, hair tied back as you focused on your presentation. yoongi had gone out, perhaps with his friends. the room was quiet, aside from the sound of the wind whistling from outside. the silence didn't last as long as you needed it to, however, your heart practically skipping a beat as the door swung open. you really could've sworn you had locked it, making a mental note to double-check from that point on. the room was dark, so you couldn't make out who had entered until the lights flickered on. the smell of soju was pungent as yoongi stumbled into the room, making your nostrils flare. you couldn't bite back the groan that left your mouth as he stumbled in, only because he wasn't entering alone, for the third night in a row. he had come in with another sorority girl, hand around her waist as their lips remained locked in a drunken dance, their feet tumbling over each other. yoongi waved you off as if to let you know he didn't give a shit, you could either stay and watch or leave, so you left for the third night in a row. you took your laptop with you and remained sat outside of the door, typing hastily while you prepared yourself for yet another night of listening to their ten minutes of pleasure.

while you continued to type away, you felt a tap on your shoulder. already pissed off, you bit back a hiss as you snapped your head to the side. greeted by your friend's smile, you were relieved you didn't snap at him. “shit, third night in a row? he's on a roll, isn't he?” kim taehyung was the first person that introduced himself to you, and on your first day, too. at first, you had no interest in being his friend, but quickly warmed up to him once you realized just how much you had in common. he was from bukgu, just like you. he liked the same things you did, but more importantly, disliked the same things as you—men and rich people. men, more or less—he cheered you on when you found yourself ranting about men and their behavior, even if he did it jokingly. his vendetta against the rich was what made him stick out, as he had gotten into the university due to his promising resumé, accepting a full scholarship. with that being said, he was always respectful towards you, treating you as a friend and nothing more.

“i don't know how you can stand to hang out with him,” you responded, typing away as he allowed himself to sit next to you, throwing a glance at the screen. “he's a good friend, don't sweat it,” he paused, a smile crossing his lips. “but i'm not dumb enough to live with him, fuck no.”

yoongi was all too quiet, even with his friends, but he made up for that with many habits that failed to please you. those habits ranged from chainsmoking to excessive drinking to the dehumanizing way he fucked every girl with two legs and a functioning mouth. shit, it didn't matter if the girls had two legs or three, he'd find a way to spread them as long as he was in the mood, but they'd never get a glance from him the next day, let alone a text back. he'd just move onto the next victim.

“you could hold me at gunpoint and i still wouldn't know what these girls see in him,” you scoffed. you really didn't know. sure, he was a good-looking guy, you weren't gonna go out of your way to lie and call him ugly, but nobody could be good-looking enough to risk your self-respect.

taehyung seemed like he was actually thinking about it for a second, the faint sound of moans and groans from behind the door adding to his brain fog, “i think he just has a really big dick, yeah?” you shot him a look, almost concerned, “you seem to do a lot of thinking about his dick, anything you wanna tell me?” you teased, earning a joking punch to the shoulder.

“how charming,” he sneered, all you could do was laugh. he paused for a second as the moans began to die down. “there is something i wanna ask you, though.”

you stopped your typing, peeling your eyes off the screen in order to face him. “yeah, go ahead.” he seemed hesitant, a nervous smile crossing his face, and you couldn't help but worry about what was to come. “you can't say no right away, you have to hear me out,” he was only making it worse. “i'm supposed to go to this kid's frat party tomorrow night, and i wanna bring a guest, yeah?”

your face couldn't help but twist up in pure confusion. it wasn't that you were a total stone cold bitch that was gonna leave him high and dry, but you had never been to a party in your life. “and out of all the potential victims in this school, you wanna go with me?” he nodded, almost eagerly, as if the answer was supposed to be obvious. “duh, who else am i supposed to go with?” you could've inquired, but you didn't dare argue back, you didn't have the patience to. instead, you waited a second before agreeing. you didn't have to stay overnight, just a couple hours to keep taehyung company.

“okay, yeah, come to the dorm and we'll go, what time is it?” you asked as you closed your laptop, the painful silence from behind the door being a good enough sign that you could come back in. “i'll come by around eight, thanks for this, i owe you one.” you nodded as he gave you a hug goodbye, watching as he scurried down the hall and back to his own dorm.

you let out a sigh of exasperation, hand sliding down your face as the realization hit you. you didn't know the first thing about social gatherings, let alone about the ones with wannabe elite socialities that'll have too much to drink. the thought made your stomach churn as you reached for the doorknob, but before you could open the door, you had been beaten to it.

from the other side, the girl yoongi had brought to the dorm had swung the door open, stopping in her tracks as she locked eyes with you. she was a pretty girl, but the look she gave you was enough to make your blood boil. she didn't say a word, but the look itself was so nasty, you felt as dirty as she did. as she stomped away, you could hear the sound of yoongi's laughter from the room. “feisty one, isn't she?” he asked as you finally came in, making sure to lock the door this time. “charming girl, you sure know how to pick them,” you rolled your eyes.

he turned to face you as you walked in, wearing nothing but his short as he made himself comfortable, pressing a cigarette to his lips. the look you threw him was incredible, almost mimicking the one tonight's vencido shot you just a few seconds prior. “do you really have to smoke that shit in here?” you asked as he lit the tip of it. he raised an eyebrow, as if offended. “you got lung cancer?” the question had little to no relevance, but you shook your head. “then, what's the problem?”

“it smells like shit,” you hissed, waving your hand at the smoke drifting in your direction. he couldn't help but chuckle as he made his way over to the sofa, kicking his feet over the side. “hold your breath, open a window if you have to.” you scoffed as you watched his eyes close, cigarette tucked between his lips. you opened both of the windows in the room, greeting with fresh air with open arms. it was the last thing you had said to one another before you went to sleep, physically too tired to argue any further.

the following morning came too quickly, the sunlight from the window that had been, once again closed, practically blinding you, even while your eyes were closed. you could barely open them, head groggy as you powered through it. despite the bright rays, it wasn't what you saw that had awoken you from your slumber, but what you had heard.

it was about seven in the morning, maybe a few minutes last seven. whatever time it was, you knew it was too early to be listening to whatever it was you were listening to. you could make out two loud voices; one was yoongi's, the other belonged to a girl. for a second, your blood ran cold at the thought of him hooking up with a girl while you were awake, but the fear went away as your vision began to clear up. they were both half-naked; not fucking, just arguing.

“you're a fucking asshole, you've always been a fucking asshole,” the girl yelled, voice piercing your ears. you could make her frame out, definitely wasn't any of the past three girls that came in. she was much smaller than yoongi, her fists pounding against his chest but to avail as she continued to yell and cry. “you think fucking my best friend is funny, asshole? or the other sluts you have in here every fucking night? or the whore in your bed at seven in the morning?”

you scrunched your face up, offended at the assumption, but you remained in your position, not wanting them to notice your presence in case the situation worsened. “you better watch that fucking mouth of yours,” you heard yoongi respond. he didn't yell at her, he didn't hit back. his voice was almost stoic. “she's not a fucking whore, she's my roommate and she's sleeping, so either be quiet or get the fuck out.” you were almost pleased with his answer, it was the closest thing you'd ever get to him being nice to you. unfortunately, she didn't like that answer at all.

“get fucked, you son of a bitch,” was the last thing she said before leaving, and she didn't go quietly. she left the dorm with heavy footsteps and a deafening slam of the door. yoongi paused, reaping the insult with only a second of eerie calmness. when the wave of calm had passed, you felt your body jolt as he threw the television's remote control at the door, muttering a string of angry curses as he did so. only then did he turn around, watching the way you stared in surprise.

he tilted his head back down, almost as if he felt sorry, “sorry if i woke you up, go back to bed.” you shook your head, pushing the blanket off as you swung your legs off the bed. it was much too late to go back to sleep anyway. “all good, i gotta get to class anyway.” he raised an eyebrow, leaning against the counter as he pressed another cigarette to his lips. you watched him light it up in shock, it was still seven in the morning.

“what the fuck kind of classes do you have this early?” you rolled your eyes as you brushed out your hair, getting done only what was necessary before leaving for your morning lecture. “management accounting,” you murmured a response. he raised his eyebrows, keeping his distance as he blew smoke into the air.

“studying finance, really?” you nodded in response, unable to tell if he was impressed or disgusted. “that's cool,” he said softly. “my step-dad studied finance, too. says it's a pain in the ass.”

perhaps you had were too comfortable in that moment, perhaps you were just too tired and out of it to register what was coming out of your mouth. “my mom studied finance, she was really good at it,” your eyes had locked, but only for a second. it wasn't long enough to carry too much significance, but not short enough to go unnoticed. you coughed, “i'm gonna go to class.” he nodded silently, watching you grab what you needed before heading towards the door. he watched you leave for your lecture, cigarette still pressed to his lips, but not before opening the window.

your classes had lasted longer than you had anticipated, the one hour mark stretching for another two hours. by the time you had finally finished, you felt the second wave of exhaustion flood your system. the morning wasn't even through, and you were ready to give up and go back to bed, but you couldn't. as you left the classroom, dreading whatever your schedule had in store for you next, you felt an arm sling around your shoulders as you walked down the hallway.

“hey, loser,” taehyung cooed in your ear, ruffling your hair as you scoffed, delivering a playful slap to his arm. “going to your morning classes like a good little geek, aren't you?” you rolled your eyes as you peeked at your schedule, smiling as you realized your next class was with your friend. “remember those words when you're working for me in ten years, jackass.”

he feigned offense as he placed his hand on his forehead in a dramatic fashion. “so so cruel, i would truly rather work at a gas station.” you couldn't help but laugh as you both made your way into the next classroom. you couldn't help but admire how elegant the classrooms were, truly a hit or miss product of capitalism. unfortunately, you weren't given much time to admire as you both stopped in your tracks in the middle of the room.

“min yoongi taking english literature,” taehyung was the first to react, equally as surprised as you were. he laughed as he walked up to his friend, who was seated in the back row, arms crossed with a faint smile on his face. “you do realize the class doesn't come with a free ashtray, right?” you faintly trailed behind him as they dapped each other up, the most unnecessary display of masculinity, you thought.

“yeah, don't be too shocked, my parents aren't paying for me to smoke all day,” yoongi responded. his faint smile grew more and more faint as he watched you come up behind taehyung. his gaze switched from you to him. “you two friends?”

you had opened your mouth to say something along the lines of “none of your fucking business,” but your friend was much quicker than you. taehyung wrapped his arm around your shoulders once more, ruffling your hair as you protested. “(y/n)? no, she's my hostage, as you can see.” you sighed in defeat, knowing it was no use. “you're such an ass,” you hissed. yoongi didn't say a word, he just stared. his gaze continued to flicker, but he remained quiet. even as you found your seat next to taehyung, just across from yoongi, he stayed quiet. silent, though his gaze never left the two of you, and you could almost feel it.

morning classes seemed to be the last of your problems as the day went on. everything was normal until you returned to your dorm, the panic you had been fighting since last night finally settling as you checked the time. you had exactly an hour to get ready before taehyung would come to pick you up. exactly an hour to find an outfit, put some decent makeup on, and get the courage to not pussy out. yoongi was nowhere to be found as you entered the dorm.

your wardrobe wasn't necessarily limited, as you had brought everything that could fit you. anything that couldn't was given to charity before you rented out the house, it was the smartest thing to do. you kept everything in a narrow closet, alongside some jewellry your mother had kept in a dainty box. it was a weird sensation, even after so many years, running your fingers through the fabric would never not strain your heart. you gulped back the melancholic nostalgia as you raked through the clothes. finally, you pulled out a dress hanging from above, one that had caught your eye.

it was anything unlike you had ever worn, because it wasn't yours. it was a dress your mother had worn when she was just a bit younger than you. despite what she believed in, she was the life of the party, unlike you. she knew how to let loose, and she wasn't afraid to express herself through her clothes. the dress was almost skimpy, she loved giving men the wrong impression. she loved knowing they could look because, they'd be looking either way, but they could never have her. she was in control, and the dress was gorgeous. a gold dress with thin straps, entirely tight and made to hug the body of whoever chose to wear it. it wasn't what you were used to, not at all. you loved the fact that it was pretty, but you loved the fact that your mother felt pretty in it even more.

if it wasn't her dress, you were entirely sure you wouldn't have liked it. the sensation of putting it on and embracing it was even weirder than the feeling of finding it. nonetheless, you slipped into the dress as you stood in front of the mirror. the dress was even more beautiful on you rather than in your hands. it was just as you imagined—tight, hugging every part of your body from your chest to your thighs, but beautiful. the light from the room did it more than enough justice, it glimmered.

even as you did your makeup, you couldn't help but give all your attention to the dress. it made you feel warm on the inside, the fact that you had a part of your mother clinging to your skin. it was as if she had never left. when you finished, with your face touched up, the heels you wanted, and the gold ring on your finger, all you could do was admire the dress in the mirror.

“holy shit,” were the words that finally snapped you back to reality, your body jolting as your head turned to the source of the sound. you hated how bad your instincts were when you were distracted, it was one of the reasons why taehyung could tease you as much as he did without you reacting. you froze, not knowing what to do.

“shit, i didn't mean to scare you, i'm sorry,” yoongi continued. he was equally as frozen as you were, having stopped himself in his tracks as he stared at you, eyes scanning you from head to toe. “it's just that you look really nice. the dress is—really nice.”

you almost felt bad for staying quiet. it wasn't that you were ungrateful, you just didn't know what to say. for a moment amidst your silence, yoongi continued to admire you for a moment longer, turning on his heel when he realized you had gone mute. “wait,” you practically blurted out, stopping him in his tracks once more. “thank you. it was my mom's.”

he didn't turn back around, but he remained in place as he felt his heart tighten at your words. “doesn't fit her anymore?” his tone was almost hopeful, as if he was hoping that would be the case. you went quiet for a second, before the answer came out entirely too quickly, as if you had thrown it up. “it would've if she was still here. she passed away, few years ago.”

you regret it the second it had come out, but that was the thing about word vomit; just like regular vomit, you could never take it back. now, it was his turn to be silent. you were entirely sure that you had creeped him the fuck out, but he felt that it was far from that. his heart tightened, it wasn't the answer he was hoping for. he responded as he turned around, finally facing you. “i'm sorry,” he murmured. “my dad passed away some years back, too. storm was bad.” he had mentioned his step-father, but never his actual dad. you felt for him, and he felt for you.

you opened your mouth, ready to offer some form of support, but the distinct pounding on the door was quick to cut you off. “come in,” yoongi muttered out, loud enough for whoever it was to here. taehyung wasted no time opening the door, practically cheering as he came in, unable to read the room.

“is my hostage ready?” his voice had dropped a few octaves as he neared the end of the question, walking into the room as he locked eyes with you. it was something about you in the dress rather than the dress itself, and yoongi was quick to notice his reaction.

“what're you doing here?” he asked taehyung, fighting back the urge to roll his eyes at his shell-shocked reaction. for a second, he focused. “i'm here for (y/n), we're going to the wang party.” never had you heard of that name in your life.

yoongi raised an eyebrow before turning back to you. “you didn't say you were going to jackson wang's shitty frat party,” he sounded almost displeased. you shrugged, “what's it to you?” you and taehyung exchanged a glance as yoongi scoffed, the agitation expanding.

“his entire frat has a thing for roofies and rape,” he paused to shoot taehyung a look. “but i'm sure your friend already told you about that.”

it was your turn to shoot taehyung a look, who already had his hands up. “you really think i'd let something happen to her?” he asked, his tone slightly colder than usual. yoongi scoffed at the rhetorical question, “go on, then,” was all he uttered out.

you knew you didn't need any help, and that you were perfectly capable of handling yourself, which included the decisions you made. still, it didn't change the fact that leaving the dorm held more tension than it was supposed to. taehyung shut the door as you left, leaving yoongi in distress that he chose not to make obvious. instead, he chose to ignore the way it nagged him as he turned the television on, hoping it would just go away.

“roofies and rape? you guys are such a fucking cliché,” you muttered as you made your way down the hall with your friend. as oblivious as you were, for taehyung, it was a blessing, because you failed to notice the glances sent your way. he thought you were gorgeous, he thought the dress was gorgeous, up to the point where he could barely register what you were saying. “okay, yeah, ignore yoongi. i told you, i'm not gonna let anything happen, no way.” you knew he wouldn't, but you couldn't shake the feeling of unease as taehyung knocked on the door. the way yoongi acted, the way he talked, it was such a drastic and quick shift.

the generic music and cheers weren't audible until the door opened, you began wondering who you had to ask to get a thick door like that for some very necessary sound blockage. the guy who opened the door was familiar, you were sure you had seen him around campus before. “what's up, jackson?” they greeted each other with a laugh before the guy turned to you, with an almost unsettling spark in his eyes as he did so.

“good to see you, tae,” he spoke a little louder in order to combat the loud music. “and who do we have here?” the flickering colorful lights lit up the room, and you could make out what seemed to be hundreds of people in there, much to your disbelief. there was no logical reason for there to be that many people at one dorm party.

you introduced yourself, a friendly but equally forced smile on your face. “yeah, you're yoongi's roommate, aren't you?” you nodded in response, and you could tell that jackson wasn't too pleased with your roommate. “we should get you a drink then, make it easier to deal with him.” you feinged a laugh as you agreed, shooting taehyung a desperate look. you didn't need to say anything as you followed jackson in, your friend has already burned holes in the back of his head with his glare.

“i'll get us drinks, is that cool?” he could've sworn he saw jackson's face flash with disappointment, but the host obliged, nonetheless. you knew it was the best way for you to not get your virginity taken by the proclaimed roofie rapist, but you couldn't help but panic as taehyung left, even if it was for a good cause.

everybody was a sweaty, drunk mess. the party had started a mere fifteen minutes ago, yet the dorm was packed to the brim with careless, leering students looking to blow some steam off. you found yourself with your pressed against the wall as you created as much distance as possible. “i'm guessing it's your first frat party,” jackson said, only a few feet away from you. you avoided eye contact as best as you could, though you could barely hear him. “first party in general,” you corrected him. “not really my type of scene.”

he chuckled as he closed a few inches of distance off between you two. “that's what i figured,” you quite literally had nowhere to go, with the wall pressing into your back. “must be why you came with your boyfriend, right?” you laughed, but it wasn't in a mocking way, as if you had taken slight offense. “no, taehyung's not my boyfriend, i don't do boyfriends.” you made sure to put emphasis on the last bit.

jackson raised his eyebrows, taking a mere step closer as the lights flashed. he wasn't an unattractive guy, but you needed to take caution. “all the girls here tend to come with their boyfriends,” he gestured towards the many couples easily spotted behind him, all of them a sweaty mess of hormones, grinding and kissing without a care in the world. “rumor's going around that i'm not a nice guy, so they wanna be careful,” you couldn't tell if he was covering his tracks or not, but he was too close to your face, and the alcohol on his breath was no consolation. “what about you? you think i'm a nice guy?”

you couldn't tell if he was being serious or not, and you truly didn't know how to answer. his eyes bored into yours as a smirk played on your face, your mouth open but no word vomit. before you could waste another second thinking, you glanced at his side, watching taehyung stride over with two drinks, as if on time.

“here you go,” he broke the silence, and relief washed over you. once again, jackson attempted to mask his disappointment with a smile. taehyung handed you a glass of something clear, strong. you knew it was strong, whatever it was, but the tension was so cruel, you couldn't help but down the contents of the cup, as if to ease how unsettled you felt.

whatever it was left a disgusting taste in your mouth, almost like nail polish. your friend watched you, almost concerned, while jackson let out a laugh. “i have a feeling it isn't your first time,” a comment that earned him a glare and a half. you shook your head, “i'm not a drinker,” you argued. “but i'll take more of it.”

this time, taehyung pulled you to his side. “great idea, let's go,” he urged, earning him the third look of disappointment of the night, but he paid no mind. he knew that no reaction, was the best reaction. a frown formed on your face as he dragged you through the tight crowd, leading you to the coolers on the wooden table. he shot you a look, “stay away from jackson,” was all he said as he passed you another drink, this time, a can from the cooler. something less strong to kill the burning sensation in your throat. all you could do was nod.

by the time you had gotten your fair share of drinks down your system, the atmosphere around you began to shift drastically. it was less tense, more refreshing. the more lightheaded you felt, the easier it was to let loose. the worse your vision had become, the more flushed you felt as your blood pumped. you had left taehyung's side, the succumbing to the foreign feeling as you joined the crowd despite his calls of disapproval. you knew he'd come after you, but you didn't care. all you could focus on was absolutely nothing. you just liked the way it felt, swaying to the music as if nothing mattered. unfortunately, everything mattered, and not everyone was as unaware as you were. jackson watched you from the sidelines, and he was focused, despite the many drinks that were clashing in his system. he couldn't not focus on you.

as the night wore on, situations varied. in one dorm, the music was loud. the flashing lights provided no sanctuary, and the drinks were practically freezing despite the immense heat. in one dorm, everybody was having a fantastic time. in another dorm, the silence was deafening.

yoongi had put out what may have been his final cigarette of the night. his throat had grown tight, and his stomach had started to churn. he knew it wasn't because of the cigarettes, no. he had put so many of them out just to ease the aching concerns in his mind as he watched the clock tick. a minute had past, followed by an hour. then, another hour. by the time the box was empty, it was almost midnight, and he couldn't think. with his fingers intertwined, nose pressed against them, he let out a sigh. why were you still there? why hadn't you come back yet? did something happen? it was all he could think about. it wasn't that he cared, he just didn't want anything to happen to you; it'd put his reputation in a tough spot, seeing as you were his roommate and all. at least, that's what he wanted to believe in.

the sound of the clock ticking was almost mocking, as was the way the hand moved in the slowest fashion possible. when another fifteen minutes had passed, he glanced at the door, hoping he'd see you stumble in. maybe not sober, but alive and untouched. when the last speck of hope faltered, he found himself pulling his weight off the couch. “fuck this,” he practically spat, snatching the door keys off the drawer before making his way out.

you were unaware of what was happening behind the door, outside of your makeshift sanctuary. you had finally reached the point of betrayal, only then could you see why you had avoided alcohol for so long. as your head span, so did the room. the burning sensation in the pit of your stomach had quickly replaced the short-lived euphoria you had felt up until then. as your dancing faltered, you found yourself tumbling in the opposite direction, practically tripping over your own two feet.

before you could cause yourself any harm, you felt a familiarly unfamiliar touch embrace your waist, preventing you from falling onto your back. for a second, everything went quiet, relief coursing through your veins. the relief was as short-lived as the bliss. “caught you just in time, didn't i?” you heard jackson murmur, his breath hot against your ear. your vision was blurry, and you were slurring your words as if you had a lisp. you didn't want him to know how drunk you were, you didn't want him to take advantage of it, but he was no fool. “yeah, thanks'o much,” he only chuckled in response.

in an attempt to pull yourself away from him, you found yourself staring at him face-to-face, as his grip never left your waist. you could barely make out his figure, let alone muster the strength to run away. your mouth was open, but it was as if your brain was too slow to form any sentences. “feel bad, don't you?” his voice was soft, almost comforting but borderline mocking. all you could do was nod. “we should go, get you taken care of. my friend's gotta spare room, yeah?”

your hands were pressed up against his chest, as if in attempt to push away from him, but no force was emitted. under any other circumstances, you'd have had no problem leaving, but things just weren't playing in your favor. he smirked, leaning in towards your face as his hot breath fanned your neck, nose grazing the side of your jaw. you pressed your eyes shut, hoping it would all go away, but it never did.

“it's a shame your friend left you here,” he practically purred in your ear. his fingers grazed your collarbone as his free hand slid down your hip, reaching to cup your ass as he let out a sigh at the feeling. “pretty thing like you, nothing good's bound to happen, right?” you couldn't fight back. for the first time in forever, you couldn't fight back, and you hated it. you hated how you were at his disposal, there for him to use without a care in the world. you kept your eyes shut, still hoping it would all stop and go away. and finally, it did.

it didn't go away quietly—within seconds, you could feel a tight grip ripping you away from jackson, a force so aggressive, you felt your heart stop for a split second. you felt as if you didn't need to second-guess who it was, thinking taehyung had finally located you and came to your rescue, but your suspicions were denied once you turned around. “what the fuck is wrong with you?” despite being free from his grasp, jackson's yell made you wince. he came closer once more, but he didn't face you this time.

yoongi came just as close as he did, mere inches away from his face as he levelled with him. “dunno, jackson, she looks pretty drunk to me,” he sneered in his face. you were behind yoongi, with one of his arms pressing into your front in an attempt to block the distance between you and jackson. by that point, the music had started to falter, and people were growing more and more interested in the scene that was unfolding. “you can take the roofies and rape bullshit somewhere else, i'll fucking kill you and you know it.”

for a second, jackson almost seemed hesitant to react, as if he was scared of the man in front of him. that second passed, but it didn't go unnoticed before he chose his next words, “i should leave my bullshit here and fuck her 'till she's sober, in case you wanted to watch.” had he chosen anything else to say, maybe the situation wouldn't have escalated the way it did so fast. because, in one swift motion, jackson plummeted into the ground beneath his feet, his neck bending backwards in an almost animated way as yoongi's fist collided with the bottom of his jaw.

“holy shit,” was all you could breathe out, screams emitting from the crowd of people behind you as you watched jackson's bloody gums shine under the lights. your body told you to move forward, pressing into yoongi's arm as you took a step towards jackson. the man beside you almost instantly looked back at you as he pushed you off with just enough force to make you stumble back.

for a second, you and yoongi locked eyes. your eyebrows furrowed, a look of concern in your eyes mixed with the profound melancholy of a lack of thoughts. your brain was moving too slow, you thought you looked stupid, but he thought you looked beautiful. it pissed him off how beautiful you looked, and it was all you could see in his eyes. anger, anger, anger. anger, and a speck of something else that you couldn't quite figure out.

“you've gotta be fucking joking,” your head snapped towards the source of the sound, and you spotted taehyung rushing to your side. first, all of his anger was directed towards jackson, but the anger quickly shifted to your roommate once he realized jackson had been dealt with. “where do you get off shoving her?” yoongi scoffed at the question, watching the way your friend came up to you from behind, his annoyingly protective hands cupping your shoulders as he watched you, hoping to see you were okay.

“where do you get ditching her in a place like this?” was yoongi's response. everything went quiet, too quiet, as he and taehyung locked eyes. you were afraid, too afraid that your friend would end up in the same position as jackson. “it's crowded, i went to the bathroom and couldn't find her,” taehyung's defense was reasonable, as you had given him permission to go, promising you'd be fine for a minute or so before making your way to the dance floor. yoongi laughed, but there was no humor to be traced, “that's funny seeing as i found her the second i came in here.”

the silence physically made your stomach twist, and they could both see it from the way your abdomen clenched as you bent forward. people had started whipping their phones out, snapping photos ane taking videos as hushed whispers began to fill the air. “let's get you out of here,” taehyung murmured, ignoring what yoongi said as to avoid any further discomfort, but you knew yoongi. everybody knew him. as your friend pulled you by one arm, leading you towards the exit, you both stopped in your tracks. from your other side, yoongi kept his grip on your hand tight. you couldn't fully grasp the situation, but his unfamiliar touch had a different feeling than jackson's. they were both foreign, but only one was welcomed.

“go home, taehyung,” yoongi uttered out, and oncr again, they locked eyes. the tension was palpable, and you couldn't stand the way their cold gazes matched one another so well. when taehyung's eyes left his, they met yours. you wanted to go home so bad, the situation was killing you from the inside. so, you held his gaze and nodded. he let out a sigh as he let your arm go, ever so hesitantly. “i'll call you,” was what he said before he finally turned on his heel. yoongi practically sneered—“no, you won't,” was what he so badly wanted to say.

the morning which had followed was no easier than the previous night. you couldn't remember the last time you felt so sore, the pounding in your head never seeming to ease. you blinked, more than what was deemed natural, as you opened your eyes to the blinding sunlight. you could hear your roommate, but had yet to see him. “weather's getting colder,” was what you could make out as you propped yourself onto your elbows. “enjoy the sun while it lasts.” unfortunately, he had a point. you stopped straining your eyes, allowing the sunlight to do its work. now, you could see him, standing next to the open window with a cigarette in his hand.

“what time is it?” you asked, exhaustion laced in your voice as your brain had begun picking up the pieces of last night's rezendevous. “about ten,” your head snapped, realizing you had missed two of your morning classes. “but don't even think about going anywhere.” you looked up to meet his gaze as he blew smoke out the window.

your whole body was tense, and only when you stepped out from under the covers did you realize just how right he was about the weather. “why's it so fucking cold?” you couldn't help but ask, the borderline freezing weather leaving a sour taste in your mouth. “it's almost winter,” yoongi responded, just as dryly. “fucking hate winter.” you let out a humorless laugh, as if to agree. if there was one thing to agree on, it was that.

your phone vibrated on your desk, and as you peered over to see who had been bugging you so early in the morning, taehyung's face flashed on the screen once more. “so annoying,” yoongi spoke once more. “he's been doing that all morning.” you shot him a look as you scurried to pick up your phone, “and you didn't think to answer him?” you asked, watching him take the last drag of his cigarette. he shrugged you off, earning an eye roll as you finally picked up taehyung's call.

“thank god, everything okay?” you heard his panicked voice from the other side, before even getting a chance to greet him. “yeah, just woke up,” you murmured, your heart pounding as you recalled just how bad it had gotten the night prior. you could recall the drinks, the lights, jackson. most importantly, you could recall yoongi, and how he had rushed in, potentially stopping you from getting assaulted. the phone was pressed against your ear as you looked up to meet his eyes once more. from the way he looked at you, you knew he recalled it just as well. because, he looked at you as if he wanted nothing to happen to you.

“i'm really sorry for leaving, i should've held it in a little longer,” your friend's apologetic voice rang once more. you shook your head as if he was there, but your eyes never left yoongi's, “no. tae, it's alright. it would've happened either way, it's not your fault.” you could've sworn yoongi's gaze dropped at the mention of his name, but either way, the eye contact had finally broken. you spoke to your friend a minute longer, dismissing his apologies and promising you'd see each other for lunch. he wanted you to spend it with him and his friends, seeing as that would be much safer than being alone. you complied.

when you finally hung up, you allowed yourself to face reality once more. “there's advil in the cabinet,” yoongi spoke. this time, his tone was colder than anticipated. you thanked him, allowing yourself to get ready for whatever it was the universe had in store for you.

by the time lunch had rolled around, you found yourself waiting for your friend once more. this time, for a much safer setting. taehyung and his friends normally spent that period outside, taking up a bench or two while they hung out. as you walked with him, you could feel just how unfamiliar and harsh the air had grown. he noticed your discomfort, but said nothing, as you were near the spot anyway.

you couldn't recognize any of his friends. sure, you had seen them around campus. maybe even in a class or two, but you knew none of them personally. all but one. as you walked up to the bench, yoongi was the last to notice you, but the first to meet your gaze. “this is (y/n), she's gonna be joining us today,” taehyung introduced you, and you forced a smile. the smile was returned as the boys introduced themselves, all but one. yoongi remained silent, but never took his eyes off you. all of the boys were locals, all from daegu, but all of them seemed to harbor the same personality as taehyung, regarding the rich people bullshit. they seemed nice, down-to-earth, until the questions rolled in.

“you were at that party last night, weren't you?” one of the boys, who had introduced himself as dongwon, asked. though hesitant, you nodded, earning a sound of astonishment from him. “yeah, jackson's a real asshole. he didn't put his hands on you, did he?” you tensed up at the thought, with dongwon earning a look of disapproval from taehyung. you weren't the only one uncomfortable—from the corner of your eye, you could see yoongi fidget with his fingers, perhaps at the mention of what went down last night.

“no, not really,” you responded, recalling the way he had you backed up against the wall, the way his fingers so desperately waited for further access beside your waist. “not really?” dongwon repeated, as if confused. “what exactly do you mean by that?”

you shrugged, as if hesitant to go into further detail. “he didn't get to do much touching, nothing too bad,” you paused, watching the way nearly all of them listened carefully. “tried to kiss me, had his hand on my ass but that's really all—” before you could finish your thought, everybody's attention shifted to yoongi, who had pushed himself off the bench and onto his feet, throwing his can into the bin behind him more aggressive than necessary. “yoongi, what's your deal—” once again, you found yourself being cut off by the same man. once he was on his feet, his grip was on your elbow, practically dragging you away from the group and back into the school.

you thrashed, but it was no use, you couldn't pull yourself out of his grasp. he was too strong and too determined, as he pulled you into the first empty hallway he could find. once he had found the spot, you found yourself in an all too familiar position, with your back pressed against the wall. “what the fuck is wrong with you?” you hissed, but your voice was weaker than usual. you didn't know if it was because of last night's antics, or because of the current tension. “what's wrong with me?” he repeated, tone equally as harsh. “where do you get off talking about shit like that?”

now, you were just confused. “what the hell are you talking about? he asked me a question.” yoongi rolled his eyes, you truly had no idea why he was so mad. especially at you, what was it that you said wrong? “why didn't you call me when he touched you?” this time, his tone was more gentle, and the confusion had been replaced with shock. “if i had come in a second later,” he stopped himself mid-sentence, not wanting to imagine just how much the situation could have escalated.

your face softened at his words, it was almost like he felt guilty for not having stopped you when he had the chance. “you came,” you said. “you came, and i'm grateful you did.” your words comforted him, just a little bit. in the end, the important part was that someone intervened. even if it happened to be your roommate. for a moment, you saw him smile, but perhaps it was too much. he knew it was, so he followed it up with an eye roll, “it was a pain in the ass, had to watch over you, missed breakfast and lunch and everything,” he paused, as if the lightbulb in his head came to light. “you owe me lunch.”

you owed him lunch, and it took every cell in you to avoid ripping his head off his neck. it was the least you could do, it really was. it wasn't like you didn't know how to cook, of course you did. it was one of the first things your mother had made sure she taught you on time. but it was something about the almost smug smile he was wearing as he made himself comfortable on the chair, while you whisked away by the stove. “and don't even think about poisoning it,” you heard his taunting voice from behind. “the death penalty's legal now.”

for a moment, you even considered it. you opted for one of your mother's recipes, seeing as your roommate wasn't specific with what he wanted. truly, he didn't care. he just wanted to eat, with the appetizer being an excuse to fuck around with you. the specific recipe you were using had been passed around from one generation, all the way to your mother. the stew itself was something anyone could make, but nobody could make it the way your did. in fact, it was so special, the only people she ever shared it with were you and your father.

“it smells good,” yoongi murmured, his eyes glued to your frame as you carefully removed the pot off the stove, turning the heat off. you smiled to yourself as you retrieved a bowl from the csbinet above, “thanks.” never had you tried the recipe out for yourself, it was your first time and you were determined to make it work.

he waited patiently as you scooped the stew out, dumping it into the bowl. he watched your every move, from the way you pushed the loose strands of your hair away from your forehead, to how you carried the bowl with grace he swore was there. the stew was served with a bowl of rice for him, and a side of radishes. you heaved a sigh as you sat next to him, hands sore. everything was there, picture perfect for him, but he kept his focus on you.

“well,” you urged. “go on, then.” only then did his gaze drop. he stared at the red liquid, allowing the spicy scent to grace his nostrils. it was comforting, and all too familiar to him. the scent itself sent a sharp jab to his chest, he was too familiar with it.

his suspicions didn't ease as he scooped a spoonful of the stew, he had reached a new level of excitement. you analyzed him carefully, hoping for a promising reaction. it was exactly what you were going to get. “holy shit,” he uttered out, his mouth full. his instincts hadn't failed him, the scent was familiar and the taste only confirmed what he had been thinking. “is this your recipe?” for a second, you hesitated, but shook your head. “no,” you assured softly. “it was my mother's, why? is it any good?”

the answer itself was all too obvious as he continued to fill his mouth with the product, swallowing within seconds just to help himself some more. it was as if he hadn't eaten in years. “it's amazing,” he praised, and your face lit up. you couldn't help but smile as he neared the end of the bowl. “it tastes exactly the one my step-dad used to make.” you were skeptical, as there was no way that was possible, but took the compliment.

“generational recipe,” you explained, a twinge of grief to your voice. “it was all we ate when winter came along.” the memories weren't as pleasant as the taste itself; you found yourself recalling the days there truly wasn't anything else to eat, but you never complained. you never got tired of the taste.

yoongi seemed to notice the way your tone shifted, even while draining what was left of the meal. “i get it,” was what he found himself saying. at first, you thought it was just empty comforting. “the cold took a toll on us, too. fucking hate the winter.” out of all people, you never imagined opening up to min yoongi, let alone him opening up to you. let alone him understanding you. for a second, there was nothing but silence, and the way you found yourself staring at him. you had been looking at him with the same eyes since you've met him, but this time was different. this time, you looked at each other in a way you never have before.

in a split second, the moment had passed. your phone had started to ring again, and you found yourself cursing whoever it was. taehyung, probably. you swore you'd kill him if it was him pestering you again, but it wasn't. your screen flashed, reading “no caller id” in white, bold letters. yoongi shot you a concerning glance going unnoticed as you excused yourself, leaving the room.

once you were a room away from yoongi, you answered the call with a simple, “hello?” you didn't know exactly what you were expecting to hear, nor who. maybe someone had the wrong number, or it was a spam caller. you had your list of possibilities and expectations, all but one. “(y/n)? is it you?” the voice on the other line was deep, scratchy, rough. above all else, it was familiar. the second you heard it, your blood ran cold and your heart grew weak. it had never crossed your mind, so you refused to believe it was happening. “yes,” you responded weakly, weary of your roommate in the other room. “who is this?”

in the back of your mind, you knew exactly who it was. you could see his face, and you could hear his voice. you had done your best, for years on end, to block it from your memory, but to no avail. “(y/n), you know exactly who this is,” he said, voice all but steady. your fingers quivered, breathing heavy as you did your best to keep it together. “please, sweetheart. i'm back at the house, where's your mother? where are you? come over, we have to talk.” and for a split second, the room was silent. you couldn't muster up the words you so badly needed to say, not while you blood was hot, not while your head was heavy. the shock had finally turned to anger, and you couldn't deal with it.

“you asshole,” you finally breathed out, your eyes stinging with tears that threatened to spill. “you have some fucking nerve, you asshole.” it was all that was going through your head—asshole, asshole, asshole. how could he possibly have the courage, after so long?

from the other line, your father heaved a sigh, as if symapthetic. almost as if he was ashamed. “honey, i know i'm the last person you wanna hear from right now—” you had reached your limit, patience growing thin. you knew being rational wasn't an option, not with your knees threatening to give out from under you. “she's dead, you son of a bitch,” your voice was barely above a whisper. finally, he went quiet. it was your turn to talk. “she's dead and it's all your fault, dead. she's dead, you left her, and she's dead.”

so badly did you want to keep it together, but it was no use. your whispering had gone an octave up, hands furiously quivering as the tears came running down your face. your lips were swollen, hair plastered to your forehead with sweat as you failed against the sobs that were escaping from your throat. “i'm sorry,” were the words that finished you off. with a sob, you finally hung up. you should've done it the second you heard his voice, but it was too late. his words echoed in your head, even as you tossed your phone onto the floor, ignoring the sound of fatal cracks. you couldn't keep it together, you couldn't hold it in.

he had watched the whole scene unfold, much to your dismay. you realized it the second you held your head up. tears spilled from your eyes, and you were finally falling apart. yoongi stood there, just feet away. he stared, his eyes wide with shock as he watched you. something had awoken in him as he watched the way you held your face in your hands, sobs rocking your body. he watched you, but not for long. not wall you were so close to collapsing.

your legs were about to give out, but they never did. you were falling, but never did you hit the ground. he was right there, right beside you, arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in so that you wouldn't fall. never in your life had you felt more grateful, more safe. you held onto the fabric of his shirt, and he didn't dare let go of you. you were fragile. in that moment, you were on the verge of breaking, and he wasn't going to let it happen. so, he pulled you close. his arms were wrapped around your frame, hand on the back of your head as he pushed your face into the crook of his neck.

he could feel the way you shook under his touch, and it broke his heart. his heart hurt for you. gentle strokes were delivered to your hair as he hushed you, and all you could do was cry. he didn't stop, not until your sobs died down. “was that your dad?” was what he finally asked, careful with his words as to not worsen the situation. all you could do was nod, and it was enough for him to keep quiet. all he could do was hold you, and that was exactly what he did. it was the comfort you had been longing for.

when you had finally calmed down, when the embrace had broken, you didn't know what to think. you cursed yourself for succumbing to your emotions as quickly as you did, you cursed yourself for breaking down. it made you wonder, what was it that made you feel so safe with him? what was it that made your heart flutter, that put your mind at ease? you were no fool, all you needed to do was remember what was engraved in your mind—cold as ice, hard as stone. never choose men over being alone. it was what had kept you afloat for so long, but it wasn't what was in your heart. it wasn't what made you feel safe, not the way you did with him.

he found himself cursing the way he found himself acting with you. it was unlike him, it was out of character for him. why, all of a sudden? why was he coming to your rescue, eating your meals? why was the urge to protect you stronger than the urge to protect his pride? it was all he thought about, why was it different with you? he didn't like different, different meant unfamiliar. he didn't like how vulnerable he was with you, how safe he felt with you. he never played safe, why start? why risk it all? he needed a distraction, and he was determined to find it.

thankfully, he knew just where to look. that night, you had gone to sleep earlier than usual, with only one thing on your mind. what had happened that day replayed in your head, but only the part you wanted to think about. him. you fell asleep thinking about him, dreading how quiet it was without his presence. he wasn't far, just two dorms over.

“hey,” he greeted almost the second the door opened, as if he was in a rush. he allowed himself to come in, despite the several yelps of disapproval. “got too much on my mind, needed to see you.” he didn't need to do anything, all he wanted was to be distracted. so, he did it the only way he knew how.

the girl scoffed, but closed the door behind him. “you should've called. what? you missed me?” the question sent a chill down his spine. no, no, no. it's what he so badly wanted to say. he didn't miss her, he didn't want her. he didn't need her the way he needed you, but he didn't want to need you. he didn't want to need anybody. to him, everybody was unreliable. everybody was waiting to ruin him. he knew he was making a mistake, but he was ready. above all else, he was ready.

“take your clothes off,” he uttered out. “and you'll see how much i missed you.”

the following morning, you had gotten up earlier than you wanted to. the basket of dirty clothes had filled up again, and someone had to take care of it. when you opened your eyes, yoongi was nowhere to be found. it made you get up faster than usual, panic coursing through your veins as you searched for him. he wasn't there. while you were in your feet, headed towards the basket, he still wasn't there. you tried to calm yourself down, assuring yourself he'd walk through the door soon enough. this time, you were right.

as you picked the basket up, you heard the doorknob jiggle. he had finally come home, just before seven in the morning. he seemed tired, as if he had got done running a marathon. the tiresome expression switched to a look of shock the second he saw you. for a moment, all you did was look at each other. “where've you been?” you finally broke the silence. the question should have been expected, but he didn't know how to answer. how could he, after everything? he gulped, thinking of what to say. so, he did what he did best. he lied.

“drinking with dongwon,” the lie came out smoother than intended, smooth enough for your worries to falter. you only nodded in response. he felt awful for lying, why do it in the first place? you had seen him in much more promiscuous situations with a variety of women, what was the issue now? he knew he couldn't, not after yesterday—after everything. his eyes shifted to the basket in your hands. “taking the clothes down to the washer?” again, all you could do was nod. you had nothing to say, you were just glad he was alright. “would you take this, too?” you watched him gesture to the shirt he had on, and complied.

all you could do was stand there as he peeled his collared shirt off, it was best not to look, but oh so difficult. desperate to ditch the embarrassment, you placed the shirt into the basket, and brushed past him.

the minute you left the room, once again did he curse himself. once time, for what he did. “fuck,” was all he could say.

the washing machine belonged to the campus, and students were free to use it as much as they needed to. people had grown more aware of how challenging it was for students to make it on their own while studying, so they did their best to help. you wanted to make a quick trip, shoving the clothes into the machine as fast as you could, but something caught your eye. all of the clothes in the bin had been worn over and over again, all but yoongi's shirt. he had a different outfit on the previous day, but came back wearing a new shirt. you had presumed it was stained with alcohol, but decided to check, just in case.

maybe things had gotten out of hand while he was drinking, but you didn't remember seeing any stains. the shirt itself was clean, from what you could tell. white stained easily. it wasn't until your hands pulled the collar upwards, did you see what the problem really was. at first, you ignored the pungent smell. the shirt reeked of cheap, fruity perfume that lit your nostrils up, and it made your stomach churn. maybe dongwon had a few girls over to drink with them, it was what you hoped for. why did it matter? it had nothing to do with you. it would've been the best case, but it wasn't. you realized it wasn't the moment you lifted the collar.

the rim of the collar was stained with lipstick. bright pink lipstick. the sight of it made your heart fall, you practically felt it in your stomach. “asshole,” you breathed out, fingers clutching the fabric. you didn't know why it made you so upset, you didn't know why the sight of it made you so angry. why was he lying about it? it wasn't the first time, and you believed it wouldn't be the last. it was all you could think about, and it hurt more than you wanted it to.

you had spent the following weeks ignoring yoongi as best as you could. unfortunately, living with him didn't make it easier for you. you did your best, unable to shake the feeling of betrayal. weeks passed, and you still didn't know why it hurt you as much as it did. you couldn't bare talking to him, afraid of lashing out. losing your temper, everything you had strived for so long.

he had noticed a shift in the atmosphere from that point on, brushing it off at first. maybe you were just having a bad day, is what he had been telling himself the first few days. those days quickly turned into weeks, and nothing was the same. his comments were ignored, even his provocations and jokes. his questions were answered abruptly and coldly. he dismissed the idea of you figuring out what he had done, as he believed there was no way for you to find out, but nothing explained the way you were acting. not even the smoking and closed windows bothered you anymore.

you spent as much time with taehyung as you possibly could. if you had classes, you'd attend them alone and in silence. all your free time was spent with taehyung, not that he minded. he was the only person you told what happened, from start to finish. you told him everything, even the bits he already knew, like what happened at the party.

“you like him, don't you?” he asked the question you had been so scared of facing, let alone answering. you tried to play it off as a joke, laughing it off, but never answering. he watched you carefully, a frown on his face. he didn't need an answer, he knew it just as well as you did. you liked him. he didn't know where to go from there, all he could do was watch you, and every move of yours gave him his answer. you couldn't keep the eye contact, your fingers toyed with your hair as you stayed quiet. he knew you liked him.

that night, he thought about it. he thought about it so much, he found himself standing outside with yoongi, in the cold air. he thought about it so much, he found himself with one of yoongi's cigarettes between his lips. there was something off about him, yoongi saw it. taehyung, who was once one of his closest friends, had grown cold, hostile. taehyung didn't pay mind to how his behavior had grown strange, he only had one thing on his mind.

“she knows,” were the words that broke the silence. yoongi froze, cigarette burning between his lips. he stayed silent, couldn't say a thing. “she knows you fucked that girl.” yoongi scoffed, but he couldn't ignore how fast his heart was pounding. the increasing anxiety wasn't detectable, he did his best to ignore it. “don't know what you're talking about.”

now, it was taehyung's turn to scoff. he didn't make eye contact with his friend, taking a drag of his cigarette as he stared into the night sky. “you're a pussy,” his words finally got the attention he was looking for. “she's this great girl, y'know? she's this beautiful, smart girl and she likes you. and i wish i knew why. but, hey, what do you know? you like her, you like this great girl, but you're too big of a pussy to do anything about it.”

“you don't know shit,” yoongi practically spat at him, too defensive for his own good. he faced his friend, but taehyung remained stoic. in his heart, yoongi knew every bit of it was true. he only returned the stance as he neared the end of his cigarette, throwing it onto the ground beneath him and stepping over it. “you're right, i don't know shit,” taehyung spat back. “you like each other, but don't do shit about it. fuck around with her some more, 'till she realizes she can do better than you.” those were the last words taehyung said to him, before walking away. it took everything in him to not punch yoongi in the face, because he so desperately needed to. he wanted him to realize what was in front of him, he wanted him to realize how lucky he was.

once again, yoongi was left alone. in his heart, he knew every word of it was true, but he couldn't bring himself to come to terms with it. it was something he needed to do, but he didn't want to. he wanted to live in his bubble, with his heart closed off to anyone but him. he needed to be selfish, because it was all he knew, but as the night grew colder and harsher, he knew it wasn't what he wanted to do.

you found yourself in your bed once more, but you couldn't fall asleep. your mind wouldn't shut off, and it pissed you off. you and yoongi had gone another day without speaking, and the silence killed you. he wasn't there, and all you could think about was where he was. you let out a dry laugh, thinking history would be funny enough to repeat itself—maybe he really was out there, wetting his dick again.

that possibility lost some of its credibility when the doorknob began to budge again. like clockwork, you found yourself watching him come in. this time, he was home early, it wasn't even midnight. for a second, you locked eyes. it was quiet, you didn't dare say a word, but you couldn't not look at him. he looked at you, admiring how pretty you were, even at your worst. even with your hair messy, lips swollen, eyes beaming with exhaustion—there was no way you couldn't look good. something in that moment had clicked, and the silence was broken.

“i fucked her,” definitely wasn't the best choice of words, but he needed something to clear the air with. still, you remained quiet, only raising your eyebrows in response. you knew, he knew you knew. “i fucked her and it was a shitty thing to do. i knew it then, and i know it now.”

you stayed quiet, the empathy currently drained from your heart. how could you feel for him? “i fucked her because i needed a way to distract myself,” he paused. “from you. i'm feeling shit i've never felt, and i'm scared of feeling it. when i'm scared, i run. it's all i've ever been doing.”

he stood there, voice steady despite how honest he was trying to be. for a second, you almost understood him. you knew what it was like, running from the same feeling your entire life. it was exactly what you were taught, but never could you have done to anybody what he had done to you. “i really hope she was worth it,” you whispered, just about loud enough for him to hear. she wasn't, he knew she wasn't. she had cost him everything, and he knew there was no coming back from it.

not much had changed as the weeks flew by. nothing but the weather. the colder the weather had gotten, the more hostile you found yourself acting. not just with yoongi, but in general. even with taehyung, you found yourself snapping just to apologize seconds later. he understood, he was patient with you. once it had started to snow, you spent more time inside than outside. seeing the fluffy, white flakes coat the ground was enough for you to get a frostbite. you spent the inside of the campus has truly become a sanctuary, until you and yoongi had started to cross paths once more.

it was only because he had been staying inside just as much. the minute he had woken up to the sight of white, it was official. he didn't even bother looking at the windows, let alone taking a step outside. he only smoked indoors, kept his friends close indoors.

your anger had finally faltered as the time passed, but you and yoongi never really spoke. you had both hoped that whatever it was you were feeling would finally fade, that it was a temporary occurence. you both prayed that one day you'd wake up, and feel nothing for the other. that day never came.

though you had finally made peace with the situation and gained your composure, the weather had lost its. everything up until then had been child's play, with the outside world freezing, but the inside providing comfort. nobody had really expected the drastic change, so nobody was prepared. when the night in question rolled around, it was brutal.

a snowstorm was in the process of unfolding. those who were able to deal with it, dealed by hiding under the covers. the wind rocked the windows, it was brutal. no matter the force, nobody was able to shut them. all the wind did was fight back. the wind howled as flakes of white scattered the dorms, the cold air practically violent. it was the reason you had found yourself on the couch, away from the windows. you were doing your best to ignore it, to block the familiar sounds from your mind. the noises were messing with your head, and the brutal cold brought memories you had no interest in re-living.

your breathing escalated, and all you could do was fight back the tears, reassuring yourself under your breath. you shut yours eyes tight, hoping everything would go quiet. just for a second. it never did. at one point, the howling had started to die down, but the air only grew colder. a new sound had graced your ears, but it wasn't the wind. it wasn't the wind howling. from the corner of your eye, you could spot the source.

yoongi had problems of his own, having taken the spot right next to the window. the covers on the bed offered no comfort, not while everything was unfolding right next to him. the cold was bitter, so unfamiliarly cruel as he rocked himself under the sheets. it was the most unstable he had ever felt, as he bit back his cries, wary of you just feet away from him. he muffled his sobs, but it wasn't enough to stop the tears from flowing down his cheeks. he hated it, it was killing him.

you listened carefully, unsure of what you were listening to. ever the curious one, you pushed yourself onto your feet, with the blanket engulfing you. he was facing the opposite side, and you were absolutely sure the sounds were coming from him, the closer you grew to him. as you got closer, you could make out the sounds better. you were right, it wasn't the wind howling. you could recognize the crying all too well.

“yoongi,” it was the first time you had spoken to him in a long time. your voice rang like a melody, offering him the slightest comfort amidst everything else. slowly, he found himself turning towards you. as he did, you saw everything much clearer, and your heart skipped a beat. his eyes were swollen, lips puffy, his cheeks slick with tears. “yoongi, are you okay?”

he shook his head, and you couldn't hide the panic in your voice. despite everything, you knew you cared. you cared, he cared. hearing you was almost enough to block everything else out. it was enough for him to ignore how vulnerable he truly was in that moment, and he knew he had reached peak vulnerability. “i fucking hate winter,” he croaked out. all you could do was nod, you nodded and it pained you because you hated it, too. you hated how it took everything from you. “took my dad from me, it was too cold.” you could barely make out what he was saying, but you couldn't believe what you were able to hear. it made your heart sink, and you knew what followed was inevitable.

“it's okay, i promise,” your heart was racing as you sat on the bed, right next to him. cold, he was so cold. despite the blankets, he was freezing. “took my mom from me, yoongi. i get it, i promise i get it.” tears in your eyes threatened to match his own as his expression flashed with shock. it wasn't something you expected to hear from anyone, let alone him. “so fucking cold,” he finally whispered, and you realized just how bad he had it. you realized just how alike you were, so you finally did something so unlike the either of you.

you were careful with your actions, even if they weren't thought through. with a sniffle, you pulled the covers up. not enough to expose him to the cold more than he already had been, but enough to make room. you made enough room and, to his astonishment, you crawled in. you moved into the spot next to him, and neither of you moved. it was unlike any warmth either of you had felt before, none of the covers in the world had anything on the warmth felt in that moment.

you stared at each other with sore, puffy eyes. he watched you with soft eyes, sniffles dying down the minute you were next to him. you were perfect. more perfect than you've ever been. he was hesitant, but he found himself pulling you in. you were just as hesitant, but you found yourself scooting closer to him. nothing mattered anymore. the air surrounding you was still cold, it still hurt, but it was like his body had grown a new mind of its own. his fingers traced the side of your face, pushing strands of your hair away from your eyes. he needed to see you, all of you, and he did. you had never been closer, and you couldn't get enough of it. he was like a furnace to you, even though you were the one warming him. from the inside out.

“i love you,” he finally whispered, and neither of you looked away. he knew he couldn't take back what he said, the same way he knew how much he meant it. the words were foreign, they were words you hadn't heard in a long time. finally, you smiled. “i love you, too.” the shock that spread through his body couldn't be mimicked. for the first time in a long while, he smiled. he smiled back, and it was a genuine smile. one that wasn't provoked by teasing and joking, nothing of the sort. he hadn't been loved in a long time.

the wind stayed consistent, but nothing mattered anymore. it was as if a barrier had formed around the two of you, one that unapologetically emitted the warmest, kindest comfort imaginable. yoongi found himself moving closer to you, if possible, and you knew what was coming. you knew, and you were prepared. you loved him, you hated the cold, and you could never be what you despised the most, so you let him.

with his hand ever so gently in your hair, you allowed yourself to come closer, until the distance finally faltered. his lips pressed against yours, something he had found himself dreaming about for too long. your lips melted, colliding so gently, he swore they were made for each other. he had kissed a countless amount of women, but never like that. every ounce of regret left your body, and all you could do was kiss back. it was what you wanted more than anything. you wanted him.

he stroked your arm gently, his thumb tracing circles on your skin, sending shivers of a different kind down your spine. you looked up at him, feeling your heart race a little faster as you thought about what you wanted to say. he was so warm, so solid and comforting, and you felt a sudden rush of love for him that was almost overwhelming. you took a deep breath and whispered, “i've never done this before.” his eyes searched yours, understanding and patience in their depths. he leaned forward and kissed your forehead, his breath warm against your skin. “that's okay,” he said, his voice a gentle rumble. “we'll take it slow.”

the room was filled with a tension that was both nerve-wracking and exciting as you both realized the gravity of the moment. you felt a blush spread across your cheeks, but yoongi just held you tighter, his eyes filled with nothing but affection and reassurance.

he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he said, “but are you sure?” his question hung in the air, the only sound the soft rustle of the covers and the muffled sounds of the winter night outside. you nodded, feeling your pulse quicken. “i'm sure,” you whispered back, your voice barely audible.

yoongi pulled back, looking into your eyes, searching for any hint of doubt. finding none, he leaned in and kissed you softly, his hand moving from your arm to cup your cheek. the kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as you both became lost in the moment. the bed dipped slightly as he shifted his weight, moving to adjust himself beside you, his hand still cradling your face. his eyes searched yours, asking for permission, and you gave it with a shy nod.

he started to kiss your neck, his lips feather-light as they moved down to your collarbone. you felt his hand slowly make its way down your body, and your breath hitched in anticipation. the cold outside was forgotten as the heat between you grew, a warmth that seemed to drive away every other concern. his touch was gentle, exploratory, as if he was learning every inch of you. you felt your body respond, your heart racing and your skin tingling where he touched. his fingers traced the line of your jaw, then moved to the hem of your shirt, his thumbs hooking under the fabric.

you lifted your arms, allowing him to pull the shirt over your head, the cool air of the room making you shiver again. but as soon as the shirt was off, his warmth was back, his chest pressed against yours, his hands running up and down your back in soothing strokes, only to make another appearance, fondling your tits in a way so gentle, even he couldn't believe it. he listened to your soft moans, and it took everything in him to resist pounding you right then and there. the snow continued to fall outside, casting a serene, silent backdrop to the intimate scene unfolding in the warmth of the bedroom. the only sounds were the soft rustle of the covers and the steady beat of two hearts, in sync with each other.

his eyes never left yours as he reached for the button of your pants, his gaze filled with a mix of love and lust. you felt a thrill of excitement and nerves as he undid the button, then the zipper, his hands moving with purpose and care. he slid your pants down, revealing your bare legs to the cool air. you felt his warm breath against your skin as he kissed his way down your stomach, making you gasp.

the anticipation was almost unbearable, your body trembling with a mix of cold and desire. yoongi took his time, his kisses like a warm embrace against the winter's chill. he reached your navel, and your hips instinctively arched towards him. his eyes never left yours, as if asking for confirmation at every step.

he gently pushed your legs apart, his eyes filled with a tenderness that made you feel cherished. his hand trailed down your inner thigh, and your skin burned with every touch. when his fingers finally reached the place where no one else had been before, you tensed, but his soft, reassuring whispers kept you relaxed. with a feather-light touch, he began to explore, his movements slow and deliberate. each caress against your soaking pussy sent waves of pleasure through you, and your eyes fluttered shut as you moaned softly. the cold air was forgotten, replaced by the warmth of his body and the gentle pressure of his hand.

“fuck, princess, so wet for me,” he murmured, his dick painfully hard, practically begging for you.

as he touched you, he watched your reactions closely, learning what made you gasp, what made you shiver with pleasure. his eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of discomfort or hesitation. but all he saw was a deep, unspoken trust that made his heart swell with love. you felt your body responding to his touch, and you reached for him, your hands shaking slightly as you pulled his shirt over his head. his skin was hot against your palms, and you traced the lines of his muscles, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath your fingertips.

the snowfall outside grew heavier, the world outside muffled and distant. the only thing that mattered was the warmth of his body against yours, the feel of his skin under your hands, and the love that was growing stronger with every shared moment.

as he pulled his boxers down, you realized just how unprepared you really were. he could stretch you out as much as he wanted, it still couldn't prepare you for what caught your eye. he was big, and he knew it. he was big and throbbing against the flesh of his abdomen, and a you could do was stare. “it's not gonna fit,” you whispered. despite his laugh, your words only made him harder. the thought of you, so small and fragile under him, breaking because of his cock—it made him desperate for you. yoongi leaned in, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, “you'll take it, yeah?” you nodded, your eyes wide and filled with a mix of excitement and nerves. he kissed you again, deep and slow, as if trying to imprint every sensation on your soul. you felt him shift, the bed protesting slightly under his weight as he positioned himself above you. he reached for the condom on the nightstand, his movements sure and practiced. but his eyes never left yours, filled with a tenderness that was almost painful in its intensity.

you felt his hard, pulsing cock against your entrance and it was enough to make you gasp. he let out a sigh, the sight of you so vulnerable for him enough to make him cum on the spot. as he entered you, the world outside disappeared, replaced by the feeling of him filling your pussy up, the sound of your mingled breaths the only music in the room. it was a moment of pain, quickly overshadowed by a deeper, more profound sensation of belonging. you held onto him tightly, your nails digging into his back as he began to move, his rhythm gentle and steady. each stroke was a promise of forever, a declaration of love in the most primal and intimate way possible.

“so fucking tight, holy shit,” he groaned, eyes flashing between the way your pussy sucked him up, so pretty and greedy, and the way your face scrunched up in pleasure, pure pleasure. you and yoongi moved together, each stroke bringing you closer to the precipice of pleasure. your breaths grew ragged, your hearts pounding in unison as you climbed higher and higher. and when you finally fell over the edge, you came all over him. “just like that, all over my dick.”

you were overwhelmed, the foreign feeling gracing you with an irreplaceable euphoria you've so badly been craving. he leaned forward, capturing your lips in yet another messy kiss, his hands erratic. they moved as fast as they could, savoring the way your tits felt in them, the way your fleshy thighs spilled out of them. as he pounded into you, a you could do was moan into his mouth. “so good, fuck, yoongi,” the sound of his name leaving your mouth in such a dirty position was enough to send him over the edge.

he was desperate, his hips slamming into your pelvis as his dick brushed your sweet spot. your walls squeezed him, practically milking him for all he had to offer. his groans grew louder as he neared his high, his thrusts sending your eyes into the back of your head as he savored you. you were all his. “gonna cum, fuck,” he moaned, and he was right. he came with a groan, lost in the way you moaned for him, foreheads pressed against each other. he came into the condom, his dick throbbing into your cunt as he did so. it was good, so good.

when he finally pulled out, you did nothing but stare into each other's eyes. you knew that you had just shared something incredibly special, something that would change everything. but as you looked into his eyes, you also knew that no matter what was to come, you would face it together, wrapped in the warmth of your love, and it was stronger than any storm.

“i love you,” this time, it was your turn to say it. for a second, the fear of him leaving, discarding you like you meant nothing to him, like you were just another girl, became present. you weren't just another girl, you never were. “i love you, too.” it was enough, more than enough. how could you ever be just another girl? he alone wasn't strong enough against the cold, not without you.

✧.*

a/n: i hope this does well because this cliché took so long to write lol!! if it does, i'll do a follow-up, as there's a lot of unfinished business haha. only if it's what the readers want. thank you for reading!!!

[nucleo-bang-tan]

The Uisa's Daughter | Teaser

Pairing/s: Kim Taehyung X Reader, Jeon Jungkook X Reader, slight Min Yoongi X Reader

Genre: Medieval Korea AU, Mystery, Strangers to Lovers, Angst, Smut

Rating/s: 18+ Mature Themes

Word Count: 430

Warning/s (For the teaser): Evil king, major character death, mentions of blood

Summary: In the 1700s, the Jeon Dynasty spread all across the Korean peninsula.  Happiness quadrupled with the founder Emperor's presence, or so it seemed. Secrets scattered over the palace in the capital city, Hanseong were known to none except a few.

Release Date: March 11 2024, 01:00 AM GMT

Masterlist

Prologue Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV

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Regret is a funny thing.

You trust yourself while doing the actions, you trust the others around you. Barely thinking about the results, the consequences. But time takes it all away and you're left with this disgusting feeling called hate and annoyance of your past self clawing it's way until it finally breaks you.

You always thought of life as a matter of the present. To forget the past and live carefree of the future. No regrets.

Oh, but you were only human.

A human full of regrets.

Would it be better if you had ran away with him?

Should you have had exposed the Emperor the minute you knew what he wanted?

Would you not be stuck here if you knew your father better?

....should you not have asked for some better vegetables that day?

It was all your fault your lover was here,  bleeding out his insides. You saw as the King pushed the sword deeper into the gaping male in front of you.

The sharp tip of the legendary white tiger sword was now covered in blood, some dripping off the edge of it. You would ask how his lowly self dared to wield it but you needed to get your thoughts straight first. You opened your mouth to speak but all that was let out was a whimper.

Taehyung coughed up blood and looked at you with sad eyes. This could have gone better. His eyes spoke a clear message. He regretted it all. Just like you did.

But one thing he didn't regret was loving you. Heck, he couldn't help it no matter how much he tried.

"This is what you get for committing treason against me." The king spoke from behind Taehyung. He voice coming out with a series of pants. He didn't seem to regret a thing.

"T-Tae..." Your voice came out more silent than intended. "Taehyung?" Was the only word you could form.

Blood spilt from his mouth as he tried to smile for a reply. He wanted to run to you. Embrace you while petting your hair, tell you he'll be fine.

He saw as you cried for him, your brain barely registering the existence of tears and focusing more on the sight in front of you.

"What was that? Still speaking of this wreched man's name?" The king scoffed and abruptly pulled his sword out of the bleeding man. You let out a scream of his name and ran towards Taehyung who fell to his knees.

The king smirked evilly above him,

"I told you, I'll make you regret it, Y/N."

[jkvjimin]

seven days a week; jungkook's birthday countdown ↳ fri: a bon voyage season I'm attached to

[cr. qdeoks]

[muniimyg]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ SUPERNOVA // JJK ੈ✩‧₊˚

01 | ♡ 02 | 03

— stuck in an unspoken love triangle, oc and jungkook face the end of it all

au/genre:

mean girl au

love triangle

childhood friends to lovers

note: ok... posting pt 3 finale tmrw !!! goodnight <3

[taevolu]

The Boss [Third Part: "Finally"] 18+

Brief Summary: Hatred from the beginning, lust in the end. You are an obedient worker with a demanding boss. Make the wrong choice and your life will lead to complications. Will this end with benefits, love or heartbreak?

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jimin)

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 4481

Warnings: jkxdom, jealous/possessive, pet names (babygirl, goodgirl, sweetheart, pet), degrading/praise, hair pulling, manipulation 

Parts: One, Two, Three

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“Fuck y/n, its because I want you for me, and no one else.”

“Jungkook, you know that it is going to be impossible for us to be together while working here. There will be a lot of drama and talks about the two of us.” Jungkook shakes his head, you are confused as he begins to chuckle.

“I’m not talking about dating, y/n.” he pauses, “I want your body to be mine.” He stands up, towering over your frame. 

His stare is full of lust and anger, “I see the way Jimin looks at you when you aren’t looking, y/n.” His left hand finds its way to hold onto your back, pulling you closer to him. You were frozen as if you were in some sort of trance, stuck and not knowing what to do. Where he wanted you to be.

The way he looks at me when I’m not looking? You and Jimin had never thought of each other that way, you both treated each other like siblings, fighting and being playful. Was Jimin actually growing feelings for you? He can’t be.

“I can’t let him have you, y/n.” He says with a low tone, making you nervous under his touch.

His hand begins to move down to your ass, grabbing onto you, pressing you close and feeling his throbbing cock, “So be my assistant, hmm? If you agree then nothing happens to your little friend but if you don’t, I’ll force him out.” He threatens.

“I- '' You start, but words weren’t able to come out. You had to decide to either choose to have Jimin, the only person that was able to keep you sane, to stay or be in Jungkook’s presence every time you were at work. Both choices would lead you dreading your life. Choices. Choices. Choices. These fucking choices. But Jungkook was getting impatient and needed an answer. He moves the position of his hand to your ass to slap, the sound and your cry of pain echoing in his office.

“Fucking answer me, pet.” He demands through gritted teeth.

You gulp, “I-I will be your assistant, sir.” You stutter. You had no other choice but to be his assistant because you wanted Jimin to stay. You didn't want to be the reason why he loses his job nor did you want to feel the guilt.

“That’s my good girl.” He brings up his hand to your face, caressing your cheek. His hand makes his way to your hair to pull. You yelp in pain only to hear Jungkook snicker, “If I ever find out that you are going behind my back by fucking that wimp, you will be punished, babygirl.” He releases his grip on your hair, making you step back to get out of reach.

“You are dismissed, sweetheart.” He demands, you nod in response. Fixing yourself before heading out the door. But before you leave his office, Jungkook begins to speak again, “And just know that I’m always watching you, babygirl.” Your eyebrows scrunch, irritated at his possessiveness. You gave him another nod and left his office. You casually walk over to your desk, sighing at the piled up work that was waiting for you to start.

Jungkook is a fucking psycho, is he really watching every step you take or is he just fucking with you? You sit down, your head still throbbing from the hangover and your situation with Jungkook. 

All of a sudden you hear footsteps heading towards you making you groan in frustration. ‘Jungkook if this is you again, I’m going to lose my fucking mind’

“You ready, y/n?” You hear Jimin say, your stomach dropped at the sound of his voice as your head replays Jungkook’s words. You still couldn’t wrap your head around the thought of Jimin looking at you, especially with lust. After all these years of being friends with him, you find out 6 years later that he might’ve gained some type of feeling for you. You shake your head, trying to clear any lingering thoughts from invading your mind. ‘Get your shit together.’

“Yes I am, Jimin!” You say while quickly standing up and grabbing your purse. You hear Jimin laugh at your rushed actions.

“I’m not going anywhere, y/n, no need to rush yourself.” He chuckles. You suddenly get a sharp pain in your heart, his job is at stake because of you, knowing that he will be forced to leave if you don't obey Jungkook. One fuck up and you’ll be ruining Jimin’s life. 

‘Jungkook is such a fucking asshole.’

Jimin looks at you, concerned, as you stare at him blankly. You shake your head to regain consciousness. 

You sigh, “I’m sorry, Jimin. I’m such a mess right now.” You lean your head over to your hands in front of you, shaking your head from stress.

Jimin takes a step closer to you, your heart begins to thump against your chest, please no please. He then lands his hand over your back to comfort you, making your body stiff in response, hoping he didn’t feel your shift, “It’s okay, y/n. Hopefully going out for a bit will refresh your mind.” He says with a soft voice. ‘Thank fucking God he didn’t.’

You lift your head back up to see him smiling at you. You start to relax a bit, breathing out to calm yourself down, “Thank you, Jimin.” He nods in response with a smile.

The both of you start to walk over to the elevator, talking about the project that the both of you were assigned to work on and finish before Friday. It was an endless cycle, you’ll finish a project but once you turn it in, another one pops up. It is very draining and can be a bit boring doing the same thing everyday but it paid my bills and that’s all that mattered.

You groan, “Yeah, I don’t know if I’ll be able to finish my part in time.” You were a procrastinator and had trouble trying to stay focused, Jungkook also being part of that problem. 

“If you want, I can come over to your place tonight to help out?” Jimin offers. You gave him a smile, blessed to have a friend like Jimin. This was the reason why you appreciated Jimin and never want him to leave. He cared for you and always tried to help you out when you needed it, literally an angel sent from above.

You happily cheered, “Yes, please! I have a hard time focusing when I’m alone.”

He laughs, “I’ll meet you at your place after work then.” He says. You thank him while the both of you exit the elevator. As you walk towards the entrance, you feel a pair of eyes burning through your skin. You try to shake it off and ignore the annoying sensation, knowing that it’s Jungkook. When you turn around to check, he isn’t there. But you know it’s him.

You and Jimin arrive at a cafe, the smell of coffee and fresh pastries making you salivate from just the smell alone. You hear Jimin laughing behind you as you waddle your way to the glass that showcased the food, you couldn���t help it, you loved anything that was bread. While you went over to the cash register to order your food, Jimin nudged you away, paying for the order instead.

You smile at his small gesture, butterflies fluttering at his actions. You shake your head at yourself. No. Don’t think or feel that way, he’s just a nice person and he’s doing it because he’s your best friend, that’s all.

Jimin turns around after finishing up the order and raises a brow, a smirk slightly forming on his lips, “Are you okay, y/n? You’re a bit…red.” Your eyes widened a bit, quickly raising your hand to your cheek to feel that you were a bit warm. You didn’t notice that you were blushing, you shouldn’t be, it was wrong, he was like a brother to you.

“I’m okay!” You say quickly. He laughs at your rushed words only making you blush more. You lightly slap his shoulders wanting this whole entire thing to stop already.

Jimin led the way to a table in the cafe but as you were walking to the side cafe you felt that staring sensation on your back again. He’s here. Why the fuck is he here and why was he stalking your every move? Was he going to do this every time you were with Jimin? To make sure you don’t fall for him? So that Jimin doesn’t fall for you? It was getting too much for you, he was doing too much, being too possessive and you fucking hated it. It was your life, why was he trying to control it.

“No but seriously, y/n, are you okay? You look really out of it today.” You hear Jimin say, cutting out your unending thoughts about Jungkook. You look up and see his concerned face again. You sigh in defeat. You had to tell him. Something in you didn’t want to but he had the right to know.

Your gaze went back down to the table, unable to hold his gaze any longer, “Jungkook took me into his office today and gave me an offer to be his assistant.” You weakly say, you hear him breathe out a long sigh, a sigh that sounded more annoyed.

“And? What did you say?” He says in a more stern voice, causing you to look at him again. His eyes were filled with anger, his jaw tensed. Seeing him like this made you smile. His stare softens a bit from your smile. It was probably the wrong time to smile but just knowing that he cares for your well being touches something in your heart, and you couldn’t help it.

“I said yes. But before you say anything else, I’m doing this for you, for us. So please, don’t do anything to make this situation as bad as it already is, I’m handling it.” You look down again, the table suddenly becoming more interesting, “He threatened me, saying that if I don't take the position then he’ll move you to a different location and I…” You pause, “I can’t be in a workplace without you. You help me when I’m stuck, take me out when I need a break and so many other things, Jimin.” You shake your head, irritated about Jungkook. But you felt more relieved telling him the situation and not keeping it to yourself. Yes it was probably wrong to do and Jungkook might torment you later but you didn’t care, Jimin needed to know.

He sighs again and flicks your forehead. You wince, the small flick hurting more than it should’ve. You raise your head up, rubbing the pain on your head, glaring at the amused Jimin in front of you. “You’re such an idiot, you know that?” He chuckles lightly, “But thank you, y/n, for telling me but he is manipulating you. You shouldn’t let him do that to you.”

“But-” You tried to speak but he cuts you off.

“But nothing, y/n. I’ll help you, like you said, I help you right? So let me help you again.” He gives you a smile, making you smile back. Him helping you would only make things worse because he wasn’t supposed to know in the first place but you appreciate him for wanting to try.

Before anything else was able to be said, the food arrived, along with another presence. 

Jungkook.

“Being cozy I see.” Jungkook speaks with a slightly irritated tone. He looks at the tensed Jimin before slowly moving his gaze over to you. Once he reaches you, his stare hardens, making you feel uncomfortable in your seat, your actions causing Jungkook to grin at your squirm. 

He then leans over, planting his hands on the table, “May I join?” Jungkook asks, while looking at you, his right hand close to your left arm. He speaks as if he was only speaking to you, completely ignoring Jimin that was seated right across from you.

“Su-” You try to speak but Jimin, once again, cuts you off to answer instead.

“Sorry Jungkook, I planned this lunch to just be me and y/n for today, maybe next time.” Jimin replies calmly with a smile, completely masking his annoyance with the man in front of us. Jungkook was still looking at you, his expression changing after hearing Jimin’s response, his jaw tensing from annoyance.

But he still kept his gaze at you. “Well then, I guess I’ll see you at my office later, y/n, I already took the stuff from your desk and placed them on the desk inside my room.” You took a small glance at Jimin who was also looking at you, his face mixed with multiple emotions, irritation but also worry. You just gave him a small smile before turning back to Jungkook.

“Thank you, I’ll see you soon Jungkook.” You say, your tone flat. Jungkook’s hands turned into fist, knowing that you’ll be punished for this later on.

Jungkook sighs and nods before he leaves, leaving you and Jimin at the table. You didn’t have an appetite to eat your pastry that was in front of you. Jimin caught on and tried to speak about something else to forget about what happened but your head couldn’t rest.

Jungkook was going to be a fucking pain in the ass.

…

On your way back to the office, you dreaded the thought of seeing Jungkook again. Jimin was able to feel your emotions, comforting you by promising that he’ll always be there for you to lean on and as much as you appreciated his kindness, it was only going to make it worse. You told him that you were going to be fine but of course he ignored your words and kept his. As much as you wanted him to help would only make it closer to him leaving the place and you had to stop him before that happens, but you didn’t know how. Jimin was altruistic and stubborn, he would help in any way and never give up on trying but Jungkook is demanding and would have his way with just the snap of his fingers. You had to obey Jungkook no matter what and break Jimin’s heart in the long run. As much as it hurt to think about that, you had to do it.

You walked over to Jungkook’s office, ignoring the stares and whispers of your coworkers as it was unusual to see someone willingly enter the boss’ space, not like you had the choice though. You take a breath in before exhaling as you go in, being greeted by Jungkook sitting on his desk, hands interlocked on top of the surface in front of him. You were thankful the windows that faced everyone else outside were tinted so no one could see in and only out, but that only felt more unnerving, knowing that he was making you suck his cock while everyone else was on the other side unbothered. Your spine shivered with that thought.

You begin to walk over to him towards the desk, stopping once you reach just a foot away from the table, Jungkook grinning at your uncomfortable stance.

“Y/N, why do you look so uncomfortable? It’s like you forgot about the first time we were in a room with just the two of us.” He taunts. Your breathing hitched, your mind going back to when he returned to your apartment to drop off your purse and did things you now regret doing. You blamed yourself for having that impulse, blaming yourself  for being so fucking drunk and horny.

“I was drunk, Jungkook. For all we know, you manipulated me into doing that with you.” You blamed him even though it was completely your fault but it seemed right to accuse him. If he didn’t come back and just waited until the next day to bring you back your purse it wouldn’t have happened. Right?

He chuckled, his eyes showing lust, “I didn’t manipulate you, y/n. You wanted it. I heard you moan out my name while you were playing with that slutty pussy of yours.” He stood up from his chair, slowly making his way over to you, “I just helped you fullfil that fucked up imagination of yours.” He was now close to you, his breath touching the right side of your face. He leans in, his mouth inches away from your ear, “And I will do it over and over again, either back in your apartment, in mine or even right here in my office.” He whispers lowly, lust all over his voice.

You close your eyes, fists clenched at your sides. No. No. No, “No, Jungkook. We never agreed on any of that. We only agreed on me working here in your office, nothing else.” You croak, your chest felt tight. You weren’t sure if it was because you were scared or if you were irritated with his words. You didn’t want to do anything more with the man that fucking threatened you just because he wanted you all to himself. He was fucking delusional and it made you hate him more than it was back in highschool. He never changed, he was still the bully from highschool.

He hums, his face still in front of your ear, “You’re my assistant, right? So you have to do everything I ask you to do.” You can’t see him but you know that he is smiling, knowing that he has you trapped. You let out a shaky breath, he’s right, he lured you into his trap and you just walked into it, not knowing the consequences. Jimin was right, you were a fucking idiot.

You face him, stepping back to increase the space between you and Jungkook, “Fine. But I’m only doing this to keep Jimin here.” You say, your voice shaking from anger. You look into Jungkook’s eyes, his expression changing after the mention of Jimin.

He straightens his posture, laughing while he does, “Oh, Jimin. Your knight in shining armor?” He pauses, chuckling at his own words, “Be fucking grateful that I’m allowing you to be with that so called ‘man,’ but if I see or find out anything more happening between you two, I will not fucking hesitate. Understand, y/n?” He stares at you, his eyes dark. You clench your jaw and nod.

And just like that, his whole entire expression changes again, back to being professional, “Your desk is over there, I will let you know when I need you.” He points over to the desk that was positioned in the corner by the large window that oversaw the whole entire city. You nod again, making your way to your desk, huffing as you sat down to continue your work.

…

The rest of the day was surprisingly quiet, mostly because Jungkook was called into never ending meetings which you were grateful for. You began to pack up your things, packing up papers that you needed to finish a project with Jimin that was due at the end of the week. With everything together, you walked out of the office, only to be faced with Jimin who was standing right in front of the door.

“Fuck, Jimin, you scared the shit out of me.” You say as you hold your hand to your heart. He almost gave you a heart attack. He laughed, finding it amusing that he almost killed you at work.

He wiped tears that were pushed out from his laughing fit, “I’m sorry, y/n. I didn’t mean to and I say that from the bottom of my heart.” He says as little giggles tried to escape while he was speaking to you.

You just rolled your eyes, “Let’s just go before Mr.Buzzkill comes back from his meeting.” You said it as a joke but it was true.

Jimin nods with a grin, taking your hand into his, causing small tingles that traveled from your hand to the rest of your body. You quickly swiped your hand away. Jimin looked at you confused, he sometimes held your hand to lead you when the both of you walked together but this time it was a new feeling, something that shouldn’t be happening.

“I-I’m sorry. Just with the whole Jungkook situation, I can’t” You half lied. It was true that it was because of Jungkook. If Jungkook ever saw that you two were holding hands, he would do something to Jimin. But to you, that wasn’t the reason. Jimin understood without the need of you explaining more, instead he took your things and continued to lead the way to the elevator.

You were at your apartment complex with Jimin by your side holding your things again. You unlocked the door, the familiar scent of clean linen making you relax. You have never missed a place so much in your life.

“Just place my things in my room, I’ll cook us dinner for tonight.” You spoke from the kitchen as Jimin was still standing by the entrance, removing his shoes. “What do you feel like eating tonight?” You yell out to ask as Jimin was already in your room dropping off your belongings.

“Do something easy, like ramen with eggs.” He replies. You gave him a look as if he was afraid that you would cook something that wouldn’t taste as good as his cooking. But you agreed, you were tired after all. You began to cook the noodles while Jimin prepared cold side dishes to go with the ramen while setting up the table for the two of you. Just by the presence of Jimin gives you a calm feeling, knowing that you are safe in his hands. He knows how to make you smile, no matter how bad you were feeling. You just hated that there was a huge fucking wall going inbetween you two, wishing that it wasn’t there because Jimin wasn’t a bad guy to be with. He is that dream man that every woman wanted and you happened to be that lucky woman.

“Do you need anything, y/n?” You hear Jimin say, invading your thoughts. You didn’t realize that you were looking directly at him, causing you to blush. You didn’t mean to be staring at him.

You chuckle weakly, “I’m okay Jimin. I’m just really lucky to have you in my life.” And you really meant it, from the bottom of your heart. Jimin gives you one of his big smiles, so big that even his eyes were smiling. It was cute. But his smile slowly disappeared as if he was remembering something.

“Don’t get too used to it, y/n, cause I know that one day our friendship will get ruined.” He was right, you both knew it. Only because of one fucking man. “I just don’t get it though, why now?” He questions. You know the answer but you felt too embarrassed to even tell him the day you had Jungkook over. The way Jungkook felt threatened by her friendship with Jimin and wanting her to himself. You just shrug as an answer, shaking your head at the thought of it.

“I wish I knew Jimin.” But you did know.

After dinner, both you and Jimin went straight to the project for work. Groaning every time something came up that required too much thinking or just not wanting to do this at all.

“We shouldn’t be spending our Wednesday like this.” You groan the millionth time. This was going to take forever and you hated having this type of work that had a specific deadline. How were you supposed to figure out a way to come up with an advertisement that would attract millions of people? Projects like these wished you never applied at a demanding marketing job.

“Let’s just take a break for a few minutes and get back to it. Maybe we will come up with something by then.” Jimin shifts next to you, ready to pull up something on the tv. As much as you wanted to watch a show, you know that after the first episode there’s no going back.

“Jimin, if we end up watching something we won’t get this project done.” You argue, but Jimin wasn’t having it.

He shrugs, “I’ll just come over again tomorrow.” You groan in defeat. You lift yourself off the floor, sitting next to Jimin on the couch. Instead of playing a show he pulls up a movie. ‘Yeah we won’t be continuing our project.’ You thought to yourself. The movie ‘Dead Silence’ begins to play as Jimin shuts off the light, adding in onto the horror feeling. You had a mixed feeling with horror films, you liked them but didn’t like to be scared.

It was only just the beginning of the movie and a jumpscare already popped up, making you jump from your place. Instinctively you shoved your face onto Jimin's shoulder, not wanting to look at the screen. You can feel Jimin laughing underneath your touch, making you lift your head to look at him.

“That was really scary, okay?” You say while covering your ears from the obnoxiously loud music playing from the movie.

He looks back at you and throws his hands up in surrender, “Okay, okay, I won’t laugh next time.” He says, still slightly giggling. He brings his arms down, his smile slowly fades away as he still stares at you. Both of you staring at each other, ignoring the movie playing, the sound now background noise to you. You watch his eyes travel down your face, landing onto your lips and back up to your eyes. You freeze in place, knowing what he wants, but you don't move. ‘Why aren’t you pulling away?’ You thought to yourself. Did you want this? ‘Yes’ Would it cause consequences? ‘Yes’ Do you care? ‘No.’ You were having an unending battle with yourself. But you didn’t give a fuck.

You started to inch closer to Jimin as he did the same, both of you now looking at each other’s lips. You see him graze his tongue on his bottom lip, causing your clit to throb. You couldn’t fucking take it anymore. You lifted your hand, slowly moving it to his pants, feeling his bulge of desire. You hear his breathing hitch as you begin to caress his throbbing cock that was trapped inside his jeans. And just like that, Jimin crashes his lips to yours. You let out a small moan as he pushed his tongue inside your mouth, tasting you.

“Fuck, y/n, I’ve been waiting for years to finally kiss you.” He spoke breathlessly onto your mouth.

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Editor's Note: I’m soooooo sorry that this took a bit! I got way too busy and didn’t have the time to type out another chapter but here’s part three! I am planning on writing more stories which also took a lot more of my time but i do have more time in my hands now so hopefully i can post more! 

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Her

pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: Romance/ Angst/ Drama/ SlowBurn

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CHAPTER-13

Y/n's perspective

The morning air clung to my skin, thick with humidity and the scent of salt as the yacht's guests slowly departed.

Laughter and murmured conversations drifted through the breeze, but my ears barely registered any of it. My eyes were locked onto one person.

Jungkook stood a few feet away, the sunlight catching the angles of his face, turning his features into something unreadable.

His dark hair was ruffled, as if he had run his fingers through it too many times.

There was something else, though—something that sent a sharp pang through my chest.

A wound.

A split on his lip. A faint bruise blooming along his jawline.

I swallowed.

Something happened.

His gaze met mine, heavy and unreadable, a silent conversation passing between us.

Are you okay? Don’t ask. Did someone— Just go, Y/N.

I clenched my fists, fighting the instinct to step forward. To demand answers.

But I couldn’t—not here, not when every watchful eye could twist the slightest interaction into something dangerous.

And then, before I could say anything, my mother’s voice rang out.

“Let’s go.”

I turned, hesitating for a fraction of a second.

When I looked back, Jungkook was already walking away.

The car ride home was suffocating.

My mother sat beside me, her posture impeccable, her silence calculated. My father had left earlier, taking a separate car. That should have made the ride easier. It didn’t.

She hadn’t spoken a word since we stepped inside.

I stole a glance at her from the corner of my eye. Her lips were pursed, her nails tapping idly against the leather seat.

Something was wrong.

The tension coiled in my stomach, tight and unrelenting. The yacht celebration had been planned for three days, and yet—last night, everything had shifted. The sudden glances, the whispers, the urgency in her movements.

Did she see something?

My throat tightened as I thought about Jungkook’s wounds. I didn’t know how he got them. I didn’t know if they were because of me. But if my mother noticed, if she suspected—

No.

She didn’t even know his name.

That was what I told myself. That was what I had to believe.

The car slowed in front of our estate, the tall gates swinging open with silent efficiency. The moment we stepped out, the air inside the house felt heavier, like the walls had been waiting for me.

I barely had time to take a breath before my mother spoke.

“The wedding is in a week.”

I froze.

“What?”

She was already walking toward the grand staircase, her heels clicking sharply against the marble. “Your father decided to move it up.”

A week.

My mind stalled, the words crashing against my thoughts, refusing to settle.

“But it was supposed to be next month—”

“Well, now it isn’t.”

Her voice was calm. Too calm.

I stared at her retreating figure, my heartbeat hammering in my chest.

This wasn’t just about the wedding.

Something changed.

I wet my lips, forcing my voice to stay steady. “Why the sudden change?”

My mother finally turned to face me. The look in her eyes made my stomach twist.

“Why do you care?”

Because I’m not ready. Because I think you know something. Because I’m terrified.

The words stayed lodged in my throat.

She tilted her head slightly, watching me, waiting.

When I said nothing, she turned and disappeared behind her door.

And just like that, I felt my entire world tilt beneath my feet.

I sat on my bed, my hands clasped tightly together, my thoughts racing too fast to keep up.

A week.

Seven days.

This wasn’t just a decision made on a whim. My father never acted without reason. My mother never agreed to something unless it benefited them.

So why?

The only answer that made sense was the one I didn’t want to believe.

They suspected something.

I exhaled shakily, pressing my fingers to my temple. Did they see something last night? My mother had been watching me too closely all morning, her expression unreadable. If she saw Jungkook’s wounds, if she put two and two together—

No.

No, they didn’t even know his name.

But what if they did?

What if my father already had someone looking into it?

A shiver ran down my spine. I knew what he was capable of. If he even had a suspicion that I had been involved with someone else—

Would they hurt him?

My fingers curled into the sheets.

I didn’t know.

And that was the worst part.

I had no way of warning Jungkook. I gave him my number. The only way we had to communicate was if he called me first.

I was trapped.

The night came too quickly.

I lay beneath the silk sheets, staring at the ceiling, my mind refusing to rest.

Somewhere in the city, Jungkook was nursing wounds that I didn’t understand.

Somewhere in the city, he was just as alone as I was.

I turned onto my side, my fingers curling into the pillow as the weight of it all settled deep into my bones.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.

I wasn’t supposed to meet someone who made me feel something beyond the cold expectations of my parents. I wasn’t supposed to care for him enough to lose sleep, sick with worry.

And I wasn’t supposed to be here, suffocating under the weight of a wedding that felt more like a sentence than a celebration.

A week.

Seven days.

I squeezed my eyes shut, inhaling deeply.

It wasn’t fair.

But then again, nothing ever was.

Jungkook's perspective

The air was thick with salt and fading celebration, yet my world had narrowed to a single point—her.

Y/N stood across from me, her presence framed by the golden morning light. The deck was bustling with departing guests, but the only thing I saw was her.

The way her lips pressed into a firm line. The way her fingers curled around the fabric of her dress. The way her gaze, hesitant yet searching, flickered over my face.

She had noticed.

The bruises, the split in my lip, the stiffness in my stance—she saw everything.

For a moment, I thought she would say something. That she would take a step forward, reach out, or demand answers. But she didn’t.

Her mother called her name.

Her body tensed before she finally turned away, her footsteps quick and deliberate as if she were running from something.

From me.

I exhaled sharply, watching as she disappeared into the waiting car, the door shutting with a finality that made my chest tighten.

It was over.

At least, it was supposed to be.

Jimin and I didn’t speak on the way back.

The silence between us wasn’t uncomfortable—it was thick, weighted, filled with things that didn’t need to be said.

He already knew everything.

He had been there. He had seen the fight, how Namjoon had struck first, and how I had barely held myself back.

He had heard every unspoken challenge between us.

There was no need for explanations.

Still, his presence beside me felt heavy, his gaze occasionally flickering toward me before he looked away.

I didn’t ask what he was thinking.

I didn’t want to know.

The city passed by in a blur, neon lights casting fleeting shadows across my bruised skin. The ache in my body was a dull throb, but I barely noticed.

I was still stuck in that moment on the yacht.

The way she looked at me.

The hesitation in her eyes.

The fear.

What was she afraid of?

That her family knew? That they would come for me?

Or was she afraid of herself?

Of what she felt?

I leaned back against the seat, exhaling through my nose as I shut my eyes.

It didn’t matter.

None of it did.

But even as I told myself that, her face refused to leave my mind.

By the time we reached the apartment, exhaustion settled deep in my bones.

Jimin unlocked the door, stepping inside first. Neither of us spoke as I dropped my bag near the couch.

The quiet stretched between us, suffocating.

I could feel his gaze on me, but I didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, I went to the sink, turning the faucet on.

The cold water stung as I splashed it over my face, the sting of broken skin grounding me.

Jimin moved behind me, his footsteps slow and deliberate.

He didn’t say anything.

Neither did I.

There was nothing left to say.

I turned off the water, gripping the edges of the sink as I watched droplets slide down porcelain, pooling at the drain before spiraling away.

Just like everything else.

Just like her.

Midnight came too quickly.

The city outside was alive with sound—cars, distant laughter, the hum of life continuing as if nothing had changed.

But for me, everything had.

I sat on the edge of my bed, phone in hand. The screen was dark, her number the only thing illuminated.

She had never given it to me.

I had only given mine.

The only way we could talk was if I called first.

A stupid, one-sided connection.

I shouldn’t have dialed.

I shouldn’t have wanted to hear her voice.

But my hands moved on their own, and before I could stop myself, the phone was ringing.

Once.

Twice.

My pulse thrummed against my skin.

Then—

A soft click.

Silence.

And then—

Her voice was quiet, hesitant—like she wasn’t sure if she should’ve answered at all.

“…Hello?”

I froze for a second, my grip tightening around the phone.

Just hearing her voice sent something sharp slicing through my chest.

I swallowed hard, then finally spoke.

“Hello… this is Jungkook.”

Author's note

"Two hearts stood on opposite shores—longing to reach, but fearing the waves in between."

[pascaloverx]

Invisible Bonds: The Power of Destiny

Author's Note: This fanfic contains possible strong language and explores themes of unconventional love. The relationship between the protagonists will be handled with sensitivity, without explicit scenes. If there are explicit scenes, readers will be warned. This fanfic focuses on the reader's relationship with Jungkook and Taehyung, separately.

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Chapter Fourteen

It was days of waiting for either of them to come back to the hospital to visit you. What to do, maybe you're a hypocrite. Sending two handsome men away and now wanting them back It seems a bit silly even to you. Your mother didn't leave your side, not for a minute. She only stepped away when some of your other friends came to visit. Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jin, and Jimin. They all came here to spend a few hours, or in the case of Jimin and Hoseok, the whole day with you.  You can safely say that you understand what Jungkook and Taehyung mean to you,  but without remembering them, it hardly matters. It's been almost three days since you returned home, and neither of them has shown up at your house. According to your mother, both of them call her. She said that despite not understanding your romantic life, she's happy that you'll definitely marry well. You're not so sure if she's right, but you don't know if you have an open enough relationship to tell her that you don't remember wanting to marry anyone. Your mother was a great caregiver, but you're feeling more liberated now that she's back home. And your first task is to go downstairs to fetch the mail. Using crutches makes it incredibly difficult to descend the stairs in your building.

"You need some help?" You look ahead and come face to face with Jungkook, who seems to have just come from a run, his hair wet and his face slightly sweaty. Truth be told, what a handsome man.

"I'd really appreciate it if you could help me with these crutches. Grabbing mail with them seems to be impossible." You say in response, not looking directly at him. There's always the risk of getting lost in his gaze and giving the wrong impression.

"Let me help you with that." He says, using the keys in your hand to open your mailbox. You take a deep breath, feeling Jungkook's scent fill the air of the lobby. He then places your mail in your hands and takes your crutches, handing them to you. You look at him with confusion, wondering what his plan is. Then he firmly puts his arm around you, lifting you up and placing you in his arms.

"You know that's not what I meant when I accepted your help, right?" You speak as he carries you to your apartment, which by the way, you're not sure how he's managing. Maybe he's a supernatural being, huh?

"All I know is that you're not in a condition to go up and down alone. I guess what you're trying to say is thank you." He doesn't seem too pleased. You look at him a little embarrassed.

"I'll put you down now, so get ready." He speaks as you search for a good response to give him. Nothing comes to mind. Maybe this accident has affected your ability to interact.

"Look, I... would like to apologize. I was rude that day at the hospital. Maybe because I'm confused. Maybe it's because..." Again, your ability to think of what to say escapes you. But Jungkook seems to be amused by this.

"Because I want you, Taehyung wants you, and you have no idea what you want?" He says, opening the door to the apartment for you. You then smile. It's funny to be in a confusing love triangle.

"Can I be honest with you? Like really honest?" You speak as you look into his eyes, now standing face to face with him just after he opened the door.

"It's hard to imagine a moment when you haven't been like this with me, but okay, be honest. Give me the truth, I can take it." Jungkook says playfully, which seems quite charming.

"Wanting isn't the issue. I don't even remember you guys, and I could easily want both of you back, with reciprocity. The problem is that you both seem to have deep feelings, something I don't have. And I hate to break it to you, I don't want to discover feelings." You say, being as honest as you can possibly be. The proximity between you two becomes more physical, giving you a sense that perhaps Jungkook is less disappointed than you imagine.

"When we talk about wanting, you mean..." Jungkook seems to be teasing, which is quite pleasant. Flirting is something new since you lost your memory.

"I mean, if you were to kiss me right now, I'd be okay with that. But if you want to sit down and talk about feelings, I'll save it for another time." You speak straightforwardly. Was that how you were before, or is it a new aspect of your personality?

"I believe a kiss is worth more than just an 'okay,' but let's see how you feel about it in practice." He says, pulling you closer and kissing you. But contrary to what you expected, it's a gentle kiss. A kiss that stirs your emotions, which you now can see is Jungkook's objective. But you can't seem to pull your lips away from his. It feels like a kind of addiction, something you want to hold onto. In fact, you're holding onto Jungkook tightly to keep him as close to you as possible. Until you stagger, almost falling.

"You want to, um... have some tea with me?" You say, adjusting yourself and heading towards your apartment. Now, what you want is a long make-out session with Jungkook.

"I don't know, maybe it's too much for you. Not to mention I need a shower." He replies, teasing you.

"You have two seconds to come in here, close the door, and seize this opportunity. If you want, you can take a shower here. I have a great washer and dryer." You suggest nonchalantly but hoping he accepts. There's a fire burning inside you, and he seems to be the cure for it at the moment.

"You know that means you're going to see me naked, right?" He says, closing the door, and you smile, leaning against the corner of the couch. He then comes towards you, and you kiss him again. There goes your time to be alone and reflect on what's best for you.

[cherrysoulth]

MADNESS

💕Pairings: Female reader X Daechwita! King AgustD-1 // Female reader X Daechwita! AgustD-2

📝Summary: When the sound of Daechwita vibrates in the internal battle between the royal family twins. A king and a lover. Lust, Love and Betrayal are on rampage. You need to make a choice- Love or saving the trust. And your choices will have consequences...

✏️Genre: angst and fluff 

✏️Rating: PG-18

⚠️Warnings: Mentions of sex, violence, cheating/affairs

Hii! Welcome to my work. I'm new in this platform but been posting my writing for four years now in AO3. English is not my first language, so please if you find grammar mistakes, let me know. :)

Chapter 1: UNDER THE VEIL OF SILENCE

Chapter 2: A NEW BREEZE

Chapter 3:

Chapter 4:

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[pviscelle]

Your Devil: A Doomed Catastrophe | MasterPost

Pairing: Jungkook x Female Character x Jimin

Genre/Tags: Dark, Mystery-Thriller, Love Triangle

Word Count: 90.9k

Status: Ongoing

Rating: Explicit

Content Warning: Explicit sexual content, graphic depiction of violence, mental health issues, character death, LGBT characters, mutual pining, and angst.

Synopsis: After eleven years since the haunting night at Winter Fest, fate once again weaves the story of Han Aera with that of Jeon Jungkook, an interior architect at Kim Enterprises. As lingering mysteries strain to emerge, their lives are upended when their past catches up, intertwining with the present and risking their future.

PROLOGUE

Sunlight gleamed through the drawn blinds, teasing her skin as she resisted waking against the sweet melody of birdsong filling the lazy winter morning. The night before had been incredible. A lingering ache pulsed through her body as she lay still on the king-sized bed—the same bed whose creaking wood had echoed their passion, carrying their sinful act through the room. Their fates were now intertwined, sealed by the intimacy they had shared, both bound by the moment of their mutual surrender.

A shy smile ghosted over her lips.

She nestled deeper into the blanket, clutching it to her bare torso. The sun was about to wash over her, but the warmth of the duvet held her in place, tempting her to stay. Yet what she craved more was the comfort of her partner’s embrace—his strong, tattooed chest pressed against her back, fulfilling her desire for quiet domesticity.

“I love how you smell like me,” she remembered him saying, his voice husky and raw from the night’s intensity. She had teased him about his obsession with the scent of her hair, but the memory of him burying his nose in the crook of her neck sent a spark of longing through her body.

Her heart silently thudded inside her cage, stirred by the thought of him.

Unknown to her, he had smiled at the evidence of her reaction. “You belong to me,” he’d whispered, his breath heavy and labored.

Though nine hours had passed since his declaration of claiming her, the imagery remained vivid, still driving her to the edge of reason. Flashes of how he had moved between her legs for the second time that night flooded her thoughts. Slow, deliberate, yet overwhelming. He had stolen her breath and replaced it with a bliss that unraveled her from the inside out. She wanted to feel that again.

Consciously, her fingers trailed down her stomach, pausing at her most intimate place. Her touch there was slow, teasing, until her bundle of nerves throbbed under the attention. If he were to catch her like this, she’d place the blame entirely on him. His insatiable hunger had ignited a fire in her, and now he had to deal with it. Sweet and simple.

She rubbed her fingers in delicate circles, her breath hitching as she drifted lower, teasing her nether lips before finally dipping a digit inside. A year ago, the thought of touching herself so shamelessly would have embarrassed her, but now, she didn’t care. The urge to soak the already ruined sheets was undeniable. She wanted nothing more than to chase that high again. 

Her eyes squeezed shut as she focused, seeking that sweet spot he had so effortlessly found on his first glide. How he had mastered the skill in a single night was beyond her imagination—but she wasn’t about to complain.

The tightness of her pussy clenched around her finger, and she understood why he had murmured, “So incredibly tight,” as his cock had nudged into her. But just as the missionary position hadn’t satisfied him, one finger wasn’t enough for her. She added another, stretching herself further. Her hips moved in sync, grinding against her palm, any sense of modesty long discarded.

If Hedone could witness the filthy scenarios playing in her mind, she would have flushed with embarrassment.

“You’re mine to devour, Aera. Only mine,” his voice had growled in her ear, dark and possessive, just as it had the night before.

She groaned in response, the sound escaping her lips—wanton and unrestrained. It was loud enough to stir the man beside her if he wasn’t already awake, silently enjoying her morning show. His fist gripped his throbbing erection, inflicting a sharp bite of pain on himself for a twisted pleasure as he held off his release, savoring the wet, obscene sounds she created.

The mere thought sent a surge of heat through her, arousing her to no end.

She imagined two wide, ravenous eyes burning holes into the back of her skull, their hunger infinitely bottomless. A shiver ran down her spine.

Another finger joined in, pushing her higher. Her thrusts quickened to a frenzied pace, and she let out a moan, her body tensing and trembling until violent spasms overtook her. The ring of muscle clenched and unclenched around her fingers in rhythm, her body gripping them with unrelenting pressure. Goosebumps erupted across her skin as the orgasm tore through her, leaving her breath in ragged, desperate gasps.

She panted, her chest rising and falling like a wild mare, nostrils flared and skin flushed. The strange comparison brought her back to reality. As a child, she had always dreamed of petting a horse. How innocent and foolish that dream seemed now, when the only thing she desired was to fuck Jungkook one more time.

Gradually, the sensitivity of her orgasm subsided, the strain in her brows smoothing into a relaxed, straight line. She blinked once, twice, exhaling slowly as the events of the past twenty-four hours settled heavily in her mind.

Look what you made me, Jungkook, she thought with a sarcastic smile.

As if summoned by her thoughts, his voice echoed in her memory, low and sinister, repeating the warning he had given her.

“I’m a dangerous guy, princess. You should’ve thought this through before getting involved with me.”

The silence that followed was almost deafening, like a restless ring pulsing in her ears. Her throat felt dry, as if she had swallowed the desert air.

Aera licked her lips, preparing herself for what she knew she had to do next. She turned slowly to her left, her heart pounding as if it might burst from anticipation. She expected to see Jungkook’s familiar smirk, the menace always lurking in his dark eyes. But instead, her gaze landed on an empty spot where his body had been. The sheets were tousled, his presence lingering only in the faint imprint he had left behind.

Her head fell back onto the pillow with a soft, defeated thud.

For a moment, relief washed over her—a strange but welcome weight on her chest. At least he hadn’t been there to see her morning madness and tease her about losing control. For now, the silent and unjudging monochrome walls of his room would keep her secret, she thought.

Her gaze shifted to the walls, narrowing her eyes as she took in the room’s decor. It was just like his office: gray walls, brown furniture, and black equipment—all typical of modern masculinity. Aera thought Jungkook could use a splash of color, something to reflect the light she sensed in him. But just as the thought crossed her mind, the bedside lamp flickered to life, its light stuttering on and off, almost as if mocking her.

Aera glared at it, and the flickering abruptly stopped.

Jungkook had once confided that he preferred the darkness, believing he was better off in the shadows than dragging someone down with his sorrow. She wanted to prove him wrong. The Jungkook of the past month was nothing like the man who barely acknowledged her when she first joined Kim Enterprises. His attentive gaze, the tenderness in his small gestures, the understanding in his onyx eyes were all traits that revealed the true, precious soul he was.

To label Jungkook as a simple black-and-white figure would be unfair. To hell with the office gossip. They had nothing better to do than spread false rumors about him, and they didn’t know him as well as she did. She was 10,000% sure of that.

Emotions swirled within her as Aera picked up her clothes from the floor and headed to the bathroom. She took her time washing away the exhaustion of yesterday’s events.

“Aah,” she hissed, kneading her sore hips and lower back.

Jungkook had certainly worked her over. Her limbs felt frail and weak, like thread and jelly, desperately in need of revival. If she didn’t regain her strength, she feared she might break at least two bones—clumsiness had always been her unwelcome companion. When she was done, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror and smoothed down her wild hair and wrinkled clothes.

Once satisfied with her appearance, she spun on her heels and left the room, making sure to switch off the bedside lamp.

She had hoped to find a world-class Jungkook in the kitchen, whipping up something delicious for her. Instead, she was met with a glass of banana milk on the counter and the remnants of their date night dishes piled in the sink. The steady hum of the refrigerator only heightened the unease settling in her stomach.

She was alone in his apartment. Completely alone.

Disappointment washed over her, thick and unspoken, clinging to the air like resentment, especially when her eyes landed on a note tucked beneath the glass.

I’ll be gone. Don’t wait for me.

Your Devil,

Jk.

What. The. Hell, Jungkook?

Starting the day with an unexpected disappearance after such an eventful night wasn’t ideal. Didn’t he realize that? He should have known better, especially after the last time he had bailed on her. This habit of his was becoming infuriating and utterly unacceptable. Aera exhaled sharply, her brows knitting in frustration.

Her gaze wandered around Jungkook’s kitchen until it landed on the sink, piled high with dirty dishes. A surge of irritation bubbled up inside her, and for a brief moment, she considered taking it out on them.

It was obvious he had left in a hurry. If he hadn’t, the dust motes wouldn’t still be floating lazily in the air. Jungkook was usually meticulous, always cleaning up after himself. So what had been so urgent that he’d vanished without a word?

For a fleeting moment, Aera wondered if she—or their date—had anything to do with Jungkook’s sudden departure. He had never been one for romantic gestures, so why had he been so perfect last night?

Before she could dwell on it, a voice rang out.

“Rhea is here, Jungkook! Time to wake up.”

The name sent a ripple of curiosity through her. Rhea was another enigma in Jungkook’s life. With her long, slender legs and effortless charm, she looked like she belonged on the cover of a magazine. So why was she acting as Jungkook’s caretaker?

“He isn’t home,” Aera called out, drying her hands on a kitchen towel.

A soft shuffle echoed down the hallway before Rhea finally came into view, her expression shifting into one of surprise—and something else. Recognition.

“What? Wait, why are you here?” Rhea asked, her frown deepening as suspicion crept into her gaze. Then, suddenly, realization flickered across her face.

“Oh. . . so you’re the one Jungkook coaxed me into setting up the candlelight dinner for last night.” She placed her hands on her hips, her tone thoughtful. “Never would have guessed it would be you of all people.”

Aera folded her arms, feeling a tightness in her chest. “You know I’m not like the others,” she sighed.

Rhea’s words stirred a mix of emotions—delight at the lengths Jungkook had gone to for their date, and irritation at whatever impression she had left on Rhea. It wasn’t as if she had planned for things to turn out this way.

“Yeah, whatever.” Rhea rolled her eyes, gathering her hair into a bun before slipping on an apron. “If you’re done doing half my job, let me handle the rest, okay? I assume you have somewhere to be. . . Can you step aside? You’re blocking the cabinet.”

“Oh, right. Sorry. I’ll go. Thank you.”

With six hurried steps, Aera was already at the door. Rhea failed to notice the embarrassment flickering behind her closed eyes.

As she stepped out of the apartment, a timid “Goodbye” slipped from her lips—unaware of the kind of day that awaited her.

Once home, Aera went through her usual routine—finishing her chores and ending the day with a long, hot bubble bath. Yet, no matter how much she tried to unwind, her thoughts kept circling back to Jungkook, his behavior, and his sudden departure.

By now, she should have been used to his unpredictability. But she wasn’t.

Instead, nagging worries gnawed at her. Why had he left so abruptly? What was he hiding? Why hadn’t he at least told her?

Any explanation—any hint—would have been better than the two measly sentences he’d left behind. The least he could have done was make a phone call, show some basic decency. But no. He had vanished without a word, leaving her alone with nothing but her spiraling thoughts.

Her patience was wearing thin. And she was dangerously close to the breaking point.

Aera sank deeper into the bathtub, frustration knitting her brow. Tomorrow at work, Jungkook had better have some answers.

But to her growing dismay, the days passed with no sign of him. Her patience, once unwavering, slowly eroded into doubt. Pessimism gnawed at her as she strode toward the office of the one person who knew Jungkook better than anyone—Kim Seokjin.

“Aera!” Seokjin greeted her warmly, but his eyes betrayed his unease. “Take a seat. What brings you here?”

“Jungkook.”

Just one word. One name. Yet it was enough to make Seokjin pause. The ever-composed CEO, the man who could charm his way through any situation, faltered at the mere mention of him. That was the kind of hold Jungkook had—on all of them.

Seokjin forced a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “What did that troublemaker do this time?” He flipped through the pages of a file, though it was clear his focus had shifted.

“He disappeared. Again.” Aera’s voice was tight with frustration. “And I thought maybe you’d know where he went.”

Seokjin exhaled slowly, setting the file aside. “I wish I did, Aera. Trust me, I’m just as annoyed as you are. But. . . it’s possible he took some time off after the Jeju Project. It was exhausting for all of us. You know how he is—he values his solitude.”

It wasn’t the answer she had come for, but it made sense. Jungkook had always retreated into silence when things became overwhelming. After the whirlwind of the past month—and the intensity of last night—maybe he needed that solitude more than ever.

“I’ll let you know if he contacts me,” Seokjin said, his voice softer now.

Aera swallowed hard. “Okay,” she whispered, though the lump in her throat said otherwise.

Seokjin offered a sympathetic smile. “Anything else I can help with?”

She shook her head, not wanting to linger longer than necessary. “Thank you, Mr. Kim. Have a nice day.”

Seokjin wished her the same, watching as she left. The door clicked shut behind her, and after a brief hesitation, he pulled out his phone.

Seokjin:

Aera came looking for you. I had to lie.

He expected silence, like so many times before. But to his surprise, three dots appeared. Seokjin straightened in his seat.

Jungkook:

Good.

Seokjin’s heart pounded. He started to type a question—Are you okay?—but before he could hit send, Jungkook’s “online” status vanished. Just like he had.

“Shit,” Seokjin muttered, pressing his palms to his face as a dull headache pulsed behind his eyes. He hunched over his desk, peeking through his fingers when a knock sounded.

“Did I just hear you curse, Jinnie?”

“Not now, Namjoon,” Seokjin grumbled. “I’m stressed.”

“Hmmm, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.”

“My morning was fine until you interrupted it with your amazing BJ skills.”

Namjoon’s footsteps drew closer, warmth radiating off him.

“You know,” he murmured, voice teasing, “I could demonstrate those skills right now if you’d like.”

“Fuck you.”

“You have my permission.”

Seokjin shot him a mock glare. “How dare you suggest that in our workplace?”

“Says the one who ate my ass on my thirteenth day of employment.” Namjoon’s eyes sparkled mischievously. “That was so nice of you. Did your last assistant get the same luxury?”

Seokjin exhaled, shoulders loosening. He stepped closer, cupping Namjoon’s face before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “No. That’s strictly reserved for my husband.”

Namjoon’s grin widened as he pulled Seokjin into a warm embrace, planting a kiss on his raven hair. “I love you.”

“Love you too, dear husband.” Seokjin squeezed Namjoon’s ass, earning a laugh.

“Naughty.”

For a brief moment, peace settled between them. Namjoon traced slow circles on Seokjin’s back, grounding him. But then—

“He’ll be okay, Seokjin,” Namjoon murmured. “Jungkook knows how to handle himself. Don’t worry too much.”

Seokjin stiffened. His concern was painfully obvious, wasn’t it? But how could he not worry? Even now, he still saw the broken boy he had met years ago in the Daegu Psychiatric Ward.

“I’m fine, Jin,” Jungkook always insisted.

But Seokjin had long since learned to see past that facade, the quiet agony behind those innocent eyes.

He took a slow breath, tightening his hold on Namjoon. Then, he nodded.

Seokjin surrendered to the moment, knowing it wouldn’t last. Because any second now, a notification could appear on his phone—one that would steal his breath away.

“Everything okay, baby?” Namjoon asked, sensing the shift in his posture. “What is it?”

Seokjin’s stomach twisted. His phone screen lit up.

“He did what he said,” he whispered.

Then, heart pounding, he broke the embrace and bolted from the office.

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[hoseoks-reader]

Tiny Dancer, Part 2. [JUNG HOSEOK]

"Time goes by unnoticed when you’re doing what you love."

Tiny Dancer AU: Jung Hoseok x Y/N

Summary: Y/N has been a dancer for as long as she can remember. She started small and eventually built a reasonable following through her YouTube channel, and around 5 years ago she was contacted by the Dreamz label, that presented her with a very appealing contract. It so happened this label was a direct rival of Big Hit… which had BTS signed. Which happened to be the band where her boyfriend, Minho, performed as a back-up dancer.

She didn’t know much about those seven boys other than the fact she became good friends with Yoongi at a party last week, and they had incredible dancers. Incredible dancers.

NOTE: So I’m going to start adding pictures of how Y/N’s apartment looks. I hope it helps visualize the story better. Also, I promise this is the last rushed part! I just needed the creathe the plot's setting, it gets better from here! Thank you!

Part 2 (07.06.2024) Don't copy or repost on other accounts. Y/N - your name Trigger warnings: none i think (?) light mention of not eating (not on purpose tho)

Wordcount 2,2k

The following day started a bit later than usual. You caught a good night of sleep, something you had been needing for a long while.

Minho was no longer beside you. You sighted remembering the exchange of words you had last night. And this morning, he left, yet again, without saying anything. You got up and checked your phone. 11h. You stretched a bit and checked your messages.

You rolled your eyes. Of course, and I suppose you’re not gonna tell me if you’re going to get dinner with me or not, you said to yourself. You know this reaction if not just due to the message but also to everything that has seemed to become normal to your relationship by now. You tried not to overthink and decided to get ready for a lunch you already regret agreeing to. 

One of your back dancers, Seoyun, really wanted to hang out with you and it’s not like you’re overflowing in friendships, so you thought, why not. But today, you really aren’t in the mood. It’s not her fault, she’s actually very nice. You took a deep breath and looked into your closet to decide what to wear.  You quickly put your outfit together and headed to the kitchen to get some coffee while you still had some time.

As you drank your coffee your head went back to the previous night. Maybe you’re getting a chance at building new friendships. You just couldn’t let yourself sabotage things. Your relationship with Minho has been the most lasting thing you have managed to have these last years. You’ve grown too used to being alone. But you deserved better than that and you knew you had it in you to care for others.

Maybe it isn’t the most obvious part of you considering that you don’t get too close to people, but Minho still had that side of you. These few years together had been mostly great, you still don’t know how he was so persistent when you barely said any words to him at the very beginning. But gladly he did.

While you were lost in thoughts, leaned into the counter, your phone started buzzing.

You immediately curse yourself for sounding so desperate right away. You roll your eyes at yourself and start cleaning your coffee mug. You gather your things and head out to meet Seoyun. It was very sunny, and the weather was warmer than what you expected which slightly bettered your mood.

The drive to the restaurant was a quick one since the traffic was mostly light. As you approach the entrance of the chosen restaurant you see Seoyun’s familiar face. Her eyes met yours as she smiled to you, and you thought to yourself, maybe this won’t be so bad.

[TIME JUMP]

You had been laying on your couch reading your book for the last hour when your mind started to lose focus.

Y/N: Maybe it’s time to put it down.

You placed it on the center table and reached for your phone to check the time. 6h53pm. You were still a bit full of your lunch with Seoyun so maybe you should just get going to meet the guys.

You were actually surprised at yourself today. You either really clicked with her, or you were losing old habits. Instead of leaving her to lead the whole conversation, you initiated a lot of topics and talked a bit about yourself even. Nothing too personal of course, yet a great start. Seoyun was kind and interested in what you had to say so maybe this made you feel more at ease to talk. You found out she also enjoyed reading so you shared some favorite books with each other and even got excited proposing a book club so you could get together outside of work more often.

You wondered if you should switch your outfit before leaving. You pouted while your brain wrapped itself around the idea of having to change- nah. This will do.

Yoongi had texted you earlier to let you know the game night would take place at this house and sent you the address. So now, all you had to do was head there. There were some beers on your fridge that you grabbed so you wouldn’t just show up empty handed.

[TIME JUMP]

Yoongi: Y/N! Welcome! Come in! Y/N: Hello! Thank you!

As you walk in, Yoongi guides you towards the living room where the rest of the guys already were seated. Everyone said hello and tried to find a place for you to sit. You ended up next to Seokjin who quickly made you a part of his team. Namjoon and Jimin’s girlfriend also made it and were as sweet as last time.

Seokjin: Jungkook is very competitive. If you get under his skin, he’ll become distracted. Jungkook: Hey! That’s mean.

You giggled at the two bantering.

Jimin: Let’s start or what? Charades first?

[TIME JUMP]

You got home pretty late but with the biggest smile on your face. You sat in your couch going over the way Jimin and Jungkook had gotten into an argument after Jimin delivered a very poor impression of The Godfather which drove his friend insane. 

You go through you purse to find your phone as soon as you grab it your smile fades. 5 messages and 10 missed calls.

Well, shit. You try calling him and he picks up after two rings.

Minho: Hey. What the fuck? Are you okay? Y/N: Hi, I’m okay! I’m sorry, the guys invited me to a game night at Yoong- Minho: The guys? Y/N: Yes, bangtan, the- Minho: You could’ve told me you weren’t going to be home. Or pick up the phone, I stood outside for 40 minutes.

His tone was starting to piss you off a little. 

Y/N: I said I’m sorry. I didn’t do it on purpose. And to be honest, you texted me at 9pm, you know by then I usually am already done eating. Plus, you shouldn’t just assume I’ll be home and show up. And again I didn’t know you wanted to have dinner with me. It would help if you would let me know sooner. Minho: I thought you were staying home. Y/N: Yeah, from work. Minho: Yes, but you usually just stay in- Y/N: Maybe it’s time I start going out more. And maybe it’s time you stop taking my time and company for granted.

With that you hang up. You felt bad for leaving him hanging but you couldn’t have guessed. He needs to communicate better and if he’s not sharing the house with you, he just can’t show up out of nowhere.

You head to the kitchen and get a cup of water, your throat suddenly dry. You succumbed to the ground and sat on the floor, against the counter. Too tired to cry, you try to turn your mind off the matter and open Instagram, a post immediately popping up on top of your feed.

Now that, is insane. It’s 1 am and he still went to the practice room. You stare at it for a while. Why not? 

You didn’t know how you gathered the courage, but you did. You immediately got up and looked for your to-go cups to start preparing the iced coffees. As you quickly got everything ready you felt a little lighter. Dancing was definitely going to help, and the company hopefully will too. You switched on to a more comfortable outfit, picked up the cups and on your way you went.

You quickly got there, your small cooler on one hand, your phone on the other. The building is still so strange to you, but everyone seemed like they were already expecting you, as if you’d walk in there every day. You followed Hoseok’s instructions to reach the room he was staying in, your eyesight half focused on your phone, the other half on the way ahead of you, making sure not to bump into anyone on your way.

As you roamed through the building you finally find the right room and knock before opening it slowly. You peak your head inside to make sure you were on the right place and see Hoseok splattered on the floor stretching.

Y/N: You’re gonna break in half.

Hoseok jumped out of surprise and threw himself back on the floor once he saw you.

Y/N: Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you- Hoseok: Y/N- Jesus

He was still gasping for air, his hand on his chest as it went up and down. You bit back a giggle as you place your cooler on the floor and start heading towards him at the center of the room.

Y/N: You need to be more aware of your surroundings, especially when it’s 1 am and you’re alone in a practice room. Hoseok: Good thing you’re not here to murder me. (you look at him suspiciously) Right? Y/N: I don’t think so. Hoseok: You don’t sound very sure.

He giggled and you rolled your eyes while you started stretching.

Y/N: So I suppose I’m here to show you one thing or two- Hoseok: Whoa- Alright Fresh Princess Of Bel Air Y/N: I’m joking- Hoseok: I know. But you are already behind on stretching.

He got up, a smirk on his face as he went to reach for his phone to find a nice playlist.

[TIME SKIP]

Hoseok: Time goes by unnoticed when you’re doing what you love.

You stare at your phone as you notice it’s already 4 am. Your stomach starts to growl, and you remember you haven’t eaten anything since lunch. You feel a little lightheaded and Hoseok seems to notice

Hoseok: Hey (he grabs one of your arms), are you okay? Y/N: Yeah, sorry I just haven’t eaten since lunch- Hoseok: Aishh, are you insane? Come on, I have some snacks on my studio.

You heard Hoseok’s voice but your eyes were focusing on the message you just received.

Hoseok: Y/N? Y/N: Yeah, sorry, okay.

You put your phone away, you can deal with this in the morning. He offered his arm for balance, and you held on to it until you reached his studio.  When you both enter he leads you to the massive black couch and wanders off to his table to find the snacks he left there earlier.

Hoseok: Here, eat that- iced coffee? Y/N: Yes- Hoseok: (he looked around until he found your cooler) Here.

He grabbed something for himself and joined you on the couch. Only when he was looking at you making sure you were eating did you feel the embarrassment flow through you.

Y/N: I’m very sorry- Hoseok: Don’t be, just eat, it’s fine really.

You’re sure he preferred to be heading home right now, taking a shower and resting, yet here you are wasting his time.

Y/N: Maybe I can finish on the way home. It’s late you probably want to get going too- Hoseok: You’re stubborn, aren’t you? If I wanted to be leaving, I’d be leaving. Eat (he grabbed your hand and directed it to your mouth so you could keep grabbing small bites).

You sighted and continued on chewing and taking sips of water. Once you were finished you nodded to Hoseok, and he took the hint.

Hoseok: Okay, come on, I’ll take you home. Y/N: Oh no, it’s okay I brought my car. Hoseok: You almost passed out a few minutes ago. You can come grab your car tomorrow, I’ll take you. (he handed you his phone so you could give him the address)

You didn’t argue any further with him and just follow him back to his car. You could feel his gaze on you, almost to make sure you didn’t fall back every two seconds. While you were walking you analyzed the day on your head. Meeting with people in 3 separate occasions in just one day? Y/N who are you.

Before you know it, you’re on the way home. You had been quiet for most of the time and yet Hoseok had been respecting your silence, so before it got weird you spoke.

Y/N: Thank you. You really didn’t have to. Hoseok: You’re welcome. Next time you’re signing a liability statement to confirm you’re fed and hydrated.

You giggled while consenting with your head. Not long after, you reach your building.

Y/N: Thank you again. Hoseok: No problem. Do you need any further help? Will you make it to your flat okay? Y/N: Yes, don’t worry. I feel better. Have a good night. Hoseok: You too Y/N.

You smiled as you exited the car and suddenly the fatigue caught up to you. All you wanted right now was a warm shower and your bed. Very quickly you turned on the hot water and gathered your pjs. It took you 10 minutes to be curled up inside the sheets and checking your phone one last time before going to sleep.

Thank you for reading! Part 3 coming soon! (you won't have to wait as long as you did for this one ahah) Check my blog for more fics! See you soon.

[astral-scout]

nobleflower are ?? so gelphie coded??? narcissa is glinda and alice is elphaba... frank is fiyero (fralice defied voldemort 3 times... FUCKING. fiyero becoming the scarecrow & frank and alice losing their memories is SO. the parallels)... voldemort is the wizard...... i need to write this immediately

[aylanamu]

Free Falling

Summary:

‘because I fucking fell for, even when I was damn sure you will never love me back, when I knew your heart will never be mine, even though I know you only have eyes for my brother, my fucking best friend, I still have fallen in love with you’ Yoongi loved her, she was in love with Namjoon who didn't love her back... What was the point of all of it he didn't know A small drabble !!

‘because I fucking fell for you, even when I was damn sure you will never love me back, when I knew your heart will never be mine, even though I know you only have eyes for my brother, my fucking best friend, I still have fallen in love with you’

‘Yoongi, I…’

‘Just don’t say anything Y/N, I know already’

‘Yoongi, please, I don’t know where my heart is. I love you and you know that’

‘Just not the way I want you to’

‘I can’t say anything now, I don’t want to lose you, I can’t lose you… it will kill me’

‘I can’t lose myself Y/N, I’m sorry for being selfish but I can’t lose myself. I’ll become insane if I keep torturing myself this way… with me loving you, you loving him, and him being with someone else. I can’t bear with this pain in my heart, I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t live’

‘It’s not fear’

‘I know’

‘Don’t, please, don’t leave me, I beg you’

‘I’m sorry’

And like that, the last person you cared about, the last person you loved left you. And just like that you stayed blank not knowing what to do, crying your heart out without a person to call. The man you fell for never loved you back and is happy with another person, the man you call your best friend ran away and now, you’re all alone again.

You were frozen, because the moment he left, you realized the man you really loved, the man you really cared about, the one you would give anything to, the only one that have been there for you in your worst moments, in your worst states

You took you guitar, pressed the recording button, and poured your heart

It’s not true; tell me I’ve been lied to Crying isn’t like you What the hell did I do? Never been the type to, let someone see right through Maybe won’t you take it back and say you were trying to make me laugh and nothing has to change today you didn’t mean to say I love you, I love you and don’t want to Up all night, on another red eye I wish we never learned to fly high Maybe we should just try To tell ourselves a good lie Didn’t mean to make you cry, I Maybe won’t you take it back say you were trying to make me laugh and nothing has to change again you didn’t mean to say I love you The smile that you gave me even when you felt like dying We fall apart as it gets dark I’m in your arms in central park There’s nothing you could do or say I can’t escape the way I love And I don’t want to But I love you …

You pressed the send button so it can reach him as you knew he will never listen to your words at this moment or in any other moment. Yoongi was a man of his decisions if he chose to be this vulnerable with you it only meant that he was ready to move on, but you weren’t.

You shut your phone down, took a bottle, the bottle of whisky he gave you from his shelf, a special one for a special moment he said, the keys to your car and drove to an unknown destination. You just wanted to shut all these voices, all this regret, all these emotions, all these memories.

Y/N found herself in front of the beach, she drove more than an hour, to a beach that was surrounded by snow. It was poetic to her, being surrounded by this beauty. And dying didn’t feel like a bad thing anymore, it sounded like a relief. She took her jacket off, and sat by the cold waves that caressed her legs drinking from the bottle of whisky that was now half empty. Tears were streaming through her face; she took her phone, turn it on only to find that no one really called, no news, she really was all alone. She opened Yoongi’s number and called hoping he would answer; that his voice would stop her from what she was intending to do but he didn’t answer too so she decided to text him.

‘I loved you, I always did, and now that I lost you, I realize that I love you more than anything in this world, only you keep me going, only you keep me from leaving. But now I don’t really have a thing left to fight for, I tell you the truth. It’s been a few months since it hit me, that maybe Namjoon was just a person god sent me to find you, that maybe the things I felt for him only existed so I can see that it always have been you. But I was too afraid, I was afraid and I had my reasons. I was afraid of rejection, I was afraid of your reaction, I was afraid of losing you. I was afraid that you would think that you wouldn’t love me because of him. But I love you Yoongi, truly.

I hope that you will find that happiness you were seeking, I hope your smile never leaves your face and I hope that you won’t be hard on yourself, that you will realize that we are here because of my weak self that this day arrived because I couldn’t bear with this world anymore. I leave you now, but know that I will always be with you and that I will always love you and protect you from above. I just have a small hope that a day will come where you will forgive me’ Without a second a second thought she sent the text to Yoongi who was drowning in his studio with Jungkook facing him. The youngest was the only person that knew what he was feeling and he needed a friend at this moment since he couldn’t go to Namjoon about this as he usually does. She called him twice but he made his decision. Leaving is the best decision he would make at this point in order to protect himself from anymore hurt. A few minutes later is screen lighted noticing a message from her. The moment he opened it, he froze, his mind froze, his body couldn’t move and Jungkook noticed.

‘Hyung, are you okay? Yoongi hyung? What Happened?’

‘She can’t’ is all he managed to say ‘She can’t punish me like that’

He didn’t know what got into him, he was sprinting out of his studio looking for the keys to his car with Jungkook’s eyes on him saying thing he couldn’t hear at this moment. Everything was a blurring to him, he was racing an invisible enemy, time. He remembered the GPS stick he installed in her car, opened the app to check her localization only to find out she was almost 1 hour away from Seoul. He knew he didn’t have time so he ran, just ran without saying a thing followed by the youngest. The moment he hopped into his car he turned find Jungkook already next to him and Namjoon in the back seat. Namjoon saw Yoongi running, out of his mind and immediately knew something was wrong. And he just followed them, he couldn’t leave his best friend like that, not knowing what made him this pale. Yoongi had no idea how they got there but he didn’t care. He only thought about her. He drove his way out of Seoul to his destination not realizing the speed he was driving with. It couldn’t be faster than his heart at this point.

He came back to reality the moment Jungkook screamed in his face

‘Are you trying to fucking kill us?? Slow down! And where the hell are we going like this? Hyung please you have to say something’

‘Y/N’ that was the only word that came out of his mouth.

Namjoon’s heart weirdly skipped a beat at the mention of her name

‘What about her hyung?’ he said holding his fist firmly

Yoongi only stared at him through the mirror with teary eyes and he got the message. It suddenly hit him, they were losing her.

The road was sharp and dark, and Yoongi drove like a mad man, the moment he spotted her car in the dark by the beach, his knees felt weak. What if he was too late was all he could think of. He mindlessly left the car open next to hers sprinting with all the force left in him he looked back and found Namjoon running as hard as him with a blank face, he looked terrified.

When he spotted a body lying by the waves, his breath was caught, he felt as if he was falling into a deep whole, one he will never be able to get out from. She was wet, freezing cold and bleeding, he screamed his lungs out at that site as he fell to his knees taking her in his arms with tears streaming down his face.

‘Y/N, please wake up’ he hugged her tight ‘Baby please’

Namjoon froze at the site and especially at the words coming out of his brother’s mouth. Did he call her babe? He shouldn't be thinking about this but his mind was running, but he managed to say.

‘Hyung, we need to take her to a hospital, she’s still breathing’

Yoongi shook his head in approval but the moment Namjoon came closer to take her in his arms, he screamed ‘No, I will take her’.

So he wrapped her in his arms and led them to the car. As he was putting her into the back seat, Jungkook ran to the driver’s seat and Namjoon next him. He was looking at Yoongi shocked at the sight and at the words he was hearing. He wondered why these words hurt him, why he was scared to lose her, wasn’t he the one who told her that he felt nothing for her, wasn’t he the one who explained to her that he will never love her. So why hearing Yoongi sobbing with her in his arms hurt him this much. Did he really think that she will always be there waiting for him? Until a day where he may or may not decide if he really loved her?

In no time, they were in front of the nearest hospital. They took her, and they sat by the door waiting for her. Yoongi was staring at his hands painted with blood when Namjoon reached to him and put his arm around his shoulders

‘Hyung, you know she’s strong’

Yoongi shook his head ‘I knew she was confused, I knew it wasn’t the right time, yet I was selfish. I couldn’t handle the fact she was so close yet so far’ he sobbed ‘I love her Joon, I can’t live without her’ those words were more than enough to send a sharp pain in Namjoon’s heart, to make him cry, for his pathetic situation, for her, and for his brother.

They were crying in each other’s arms when the doctor finally came out.

‘You are Ms. Y/N's friends?’

‘Yes’

‘You can relax she’s better than you think, way stronger than you may think. She lost blood but thanks to the cold water her body clenched to protect itself. Physically she’s well, she will need a few days of recovery at home and will be fine. But mentally, I recommend that she goes to consultation’

‘I will make sure of it’ Yoongi said ‘Is she awake? Can I see her?’

‘Yes she is, but try to be slow and soft she’s confused, she consumed a lot of alcohol before the accident and we the cold and the blood loss she is a little weak. She have wanted to be discharged and we explained that unless she’s accompanied she can’t’

‘I am with her’ Yoongi said again while Namjoon stared blankly while Jungkook was watching the scene unfold from behind ‘Okay then, as soon as she feels a bit better, you can sign the papers and she will be discharged’

‘Thank you doctor’

He entered the room slowly peaking at her figure lying on the bed with eyes closed. When he approached the bed, she opened her tired eyes and looked at him. The moment their eyes met, a tear came through her eyes and he jumped to her, his heart was beating at a mad pace, but he was relieved that she was fine, breathing and alive.

‘I’m sorry’

‘No baby don’t’ he sat on the edge of the bed leaning to hug her as tight as he could ‘I thought I lost you, oh god, you drove me to madness’

‘I’m sorry’

‘Babe’ he took her cheeks in his palms looking into her eyes ‘I’m sorry, for leaving that way, for not listening to you and for being the dumb ass I am’

She smiled at him ‘You’re not’

She leaned in his palm and got closer to his face trying to reach his lips when her eyes saw Namjoon standing by the door with tears in his eyes. So she closed hers and kissed Yoongi, a small kiss where there lips sweetly touched and barely moved. When she opened her eyes, Namjoon was gone and Jungkook was looking at them fondly with hearts in his eyes. As if he was sighting finally.

‘I love you, more than you can imagine. And I will make you happy. I promise’ he said looking right into her eyes.

‘I love you too’ he smiled at her response ‘You have no idea for how long I dreamt of this’

‘Can you take me home?’

‘Let’s go baby’

He went out with a big smile on his face to find Namjoon sitting outside the room looking blankly at the wall. Yoongi approached him ‘Are you okay?’

Namjoon smiled weakly ‘yeah, just feeling the roller-coaster, it just hit’

‘I see. I will go see the paper work then we can go. And thank you Namjoon. For everything’

Namjoon couldn’t say a word as he just handed a girl that was breathing his love with his own hands to his best friend. He was confused, lost and distracted. The moment he saw her kiss Yoongi, he felt as if he was going to faint. He was the one who refused her love, he was the one that chose the easy path by ignoring her and his feelings and choosing a model that will follow him everywhere he goes. He chose a girl completely different from her, from him, yet he wasn’t happy. Deep inside, he had hope that someday they will end up together, he didn’t know how, but he was sure that someday their paths will gather. But now, he realized that by making the choices he did, he lost her, for real, to a man that he is sure will cherish her, he saw the way Yoongi reacted, he saw the love in his eyes, the respect, he saw all the things he could never show her.

The group drove quietly as she fell asleep in the back in Yoongi’s arms. Namjoon couldn’t help himself from looking at them, how his hyung was planting small kisses on the top of her head, how she clang to him as if her life depended on him, how when she shivered Yoongi held her closer to him telling her that she was safe. How he wished it was him instead, how he wished he could scream his lungs out, how he wished he could bring himself to the day he was harsh on her and punch himself in the guts. How he wished everything was different. But it wasn’t, she was going to Yoongi’s house, since he couldn’t let go of her, he wanted to take care of her that he even made sure to tell him that he will take a few days off to stay with her. He could only nod and stay silent, hoping that this feeling will die and that he will be able to look her in the eyes without feeling his heart dropping, without admiring her. He was dumb, made a mistake and now he is paying a price he was not ready for.

[ot7heaven]

Never Let You Go

Pairing: idol!hobi x manager!reader

Genre: fluff, angst

Words: 4362

Warnings: none

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Just as Hunny starts tucking into her salad, Jihyeon glides into the break room. Effortlessly rocking the heels she loves to wear, Jihyeon looks the part. It’s not hard to believe she’s a nail technician judging by the way she’s always so put together. Hunny has only known Jihyeon for a month but she already admires her so much. Her infectious laughter, calming and kind personality, professionalism and kdrama actress good looks have made Jihyeon a favourite with staff and spa clients. Hunny is so glad to have found a spa with such nice employees.

“Is everything going okay out there?” Hunny asks, popping a cherry tomato into her mouth.

“The girls out there look rushed off their feet!”

“Let’s stay in here and hide for a while then,” Hunny laughs. “What scrumptious food have you brought in today?” The spa manager asks.

Setting her lunch on the table, Jihyeon replies “Kimchi Jjigae and also homemade brownies for afterwards.”

“My mouth is watering just thinking about those brownies!” Hunny exclaims. Last week it was Namseok’s birthday. Jihyeon brought in homemade matcha croissants for the waxer’s birthday. Needless to say, there were none left for him to take home after everyone enjoyed them on the morning break.

“Actually Lucas made these.” Jihyeon explains. Her boyfriend is a pastry chef in the kitchen of one of the fanciest hotels in Seoul - no, in all of Korea. Having a hot French pastry chef boyfriend at home is a blessing Jihyeon could never take for granted.

“So I'm guessing they’re out-of-this-world amazing, then?” Hunny asks as if the answer isn’t at all obvious in any way.

Laughing as she nods her head, Jihyeon slides the container across the table towards Hunny. Hunny is on a diet - again - but how can she resist? Surely one little brownie is okay… With its chunky chocolate chips and an ‘eat me’ deeply chocolatey scent… She barters with herself and decides to go jogging 6 times this week instead of the usual 5. She inspects the brownies until she finds one with the most chocolate chips. She makes that brownie her victim.

Noticing Hunny’s tactics, Jihyeon smiles “I think they all have lots of chocolate chips in them. Lucas knows we would have to break up if he deprived me of chocolate.”

Hunny puts the chosen brownie in her bag so she can enjoy it later at home. “Seriously, chocolate owns me. Chocolate has made me its little slave.” She disposes of the salad container and sips on her coffee. “I wonder if it settles down when we're back out there.” Hunny says hopefully as her eyes drift towards the door.

“Ugh, I hope so,” Jihyeon says, putting a cube of tofu in her mouth. “It seems that every guest in the hotel decided that today is the day for manicures and massages.”

The first verse of 'Dynamite' by Bangtan starts playing on the radio. Hunny smiles to herself as she reminisces about her chance encounter with Hobi yesterday. She’s spent so long being bombarded with Bangtan on the radio, television and even on Tumblr. One of her mutuals often posts edits and one shots regarding idols. Scrolling through Tumblr, she has seen one shots of Hobi. Hunny always scrolls by quickly when she sees Hobi’s name as it’s just too weird. Yes, Hobi is hot. Yes, he’s an idol. And yes, Tumblr is rife with Hobi thirst traps and edits. But being his childhood friend, Hunny thinks it crosses a line. One that she couldn't possibly allow herself to cross.

Gesturing upstairs towards the hotel rooms, “If you were doing in-room treatments you'd have no radio. So maybe being down here in the chaos is actually better than the tranquillity of doing treatments in the peace and quiet of a fancy suite.” Hunny offers, taking another sip of her coffee.

Giving it less than five seconds of thought, Jihyeon shakes her head with a slight smirk. “No, I have to say I actually prefer to be down here in the spa. Upstairs, I don’t have you or Namseok or anyone else to talk to. I feel a bit intimidated by the guests in the rooms.” She honestly admits.

“You do?” Hunny would never have guessed that Jihyeon's Achilles heel would be her confidence.

“Well, the guests that come down to the spa are relatable. I easily find common ground and I can just be myself. The guests in the suites? The fancy expensive suites? They expect more and I don’t always know how to connect with them.” She trails off shyly.

Hunny feels touched that Jihyeon felt she could be this open with her. “You just have to be yourself with all of your clients. I mean, you’re working in an award winning hotel for a reason! If you run out of topics to talk about you could always tell them about Lucas’ tasty croissants.” Hunny offers this advice sincerely because she knows how scary it can be to talk to rich clients who expect the world.

With a raised eyebrow, Jihyeon quips “Lucas’ tasty croissant? That’s for me and me alone.”

“You can behave yourself right now!” Hunny laughs. “You know what I meant.” She says as she disposes of her coffee cup. Heading towards the door to continue her shift, Hunny offers Jihyeon one last piece of advice. “If you ever need some advice or just a chat, my office door is always open.” 

After her shift, Hunny decides to get her eyebrows waxed. Namseok made a joke about them looking a little too wild. She thought that they looked fine - oops. She didn’t want to ask him to stay at work late so she tracked down a salon that she’s heard good things about. Pulling her car into a parking space, she turns the radio down so she can call her sister. Jinseong went to university in Denmark and fell in love. She stayed in Denmark after graduation to be with her Danish boyfriend. Not long after graduation, they got married and started a family. Hunny sometimes wishes she studied abroad. She thinks of the life she could be living right now if she left Korea. She could be fluent in English instead of her skills being just about conversational. She could improve her Japanese speaking skills. Hunny wishes that her speaking skills were as good as her listening skills because she feels overwhelmed and lost most of the time when she speaks Japanese. Hunny could have gone on so many adventures and seen so much of the world. She’s not yet left Asia apart from trips to see Jinseong and her new family. Jinseong may only be two years older than Hunny but she still feels so far behind her cool older sister. Hunny’s attempts at playing catch up have amounted to nothing. This only makes her break up with Sonhee more devastating.

After a few rings, Jinseong answers. “Hunny Hunny!”

Just hearing her sister’s voice fills Hunny’s heart with love. She beams, “Eonnie, I've missed your voice. How’s your day?”

“It’s only 10:30 in the morning so the day hasn’t even started yet,” Jinseong jokes. “Well, that’s if you don’t count Karen’s morning tantrum which seems to be a daily occurrence now.”

“Oh no. What happened? Is my little angel okay?” Hunny is her niece’s fiercest protector.

Jinseong scoffs, “Little angel? Little angels don’t cry because they want to come to work with mommy. Lars has taken her to see his parents so they'll be out of town until the evening, I guess.”

“So you can come home from work and relax in the bathtub with a very large glass of wine?” Given the time, Hunny assumes that Jinseong is on her morning coffee break and would love something a little stronger than coffee.

”Ooh, that does sound like a good idea! How are you doing? It’s been so long since we last spoke.”

Realising that they haven’t spoken since Hunny moved to Seoul, she mentally scolds herself for not keeping in touch during the move. “I’m good. All settled in now. Just missing my Karen.”

“Have you made any friends yet?” Jinseong asks. She really cares about Hunny. Knowing it can be scary moving to a city, she just wants to give Hunny a huge hug and tell her this adventure is going to be amazing.

“I’ve made a few friends at work. My colleague, Jihyeon, gave me a homemade brownie today. I just couldn’t resist. So Sunday will no longer be my rest day. A quick 30 minute jog and that brownie will be forgotten about.”

Jinseong sighs, ”You’re lucky that you don’t live in Copenhagen. The bakeries here are amazing.”

“I’d never see a rest day again in my life!” Hunny laughs.

“So Jihyeon bakes?” Jinseong quizzes.

“Her boyfriend does. He’s a French pastry chef. Jealous doesn't even begin to describe how I feel” Hunny jokes.

“I bet. She’s a lucky girl. And how are you feeling today,” her tone shifts, “with it being the day of what would be your four year anniversary?”

Reality hit Hunny like a brick. She spent so long surrounded by memories of him in Gwangju. Memories that she thought she’d never escape. Four years of being a dream team gone. Just like that. Ouch. She now remembers why she was so desperate to move to Seoul. She hasn’t cried in weeks but feels tears threatening to spill. The man she thought she might marry is no longer in her life and she hasn't thought about it for weeks. That’s either Hunny moving on or Hunny going on autopilot to cope with this big life change. She’s surprised that Jinseong remembered the anniversary and she didn’t.

Shaking her head and blinking fast, “I haven’t thought about Sonhee much recently. I think I’m just trying to get used to being in Seoul that I haven’t really had time for anything or anyone else. I’m sorry that I haven’t called you in a while.” 

“Hey, don’t be sorry. You’ve been busy. I just want you to be okay.” Jinseong reassures her younger sister.

“I think I am going to be okay. It just may take some time for me to really believe it. One of my colleagues - employees - said that my eyebrows were looking a little too wild today. Wow, saying 'employees' is going to take some getting used to.” Hunny laughs, “He was only teasing. Everyone at work has been welcoming and kind, so I think I’ll be okay. They all seem like great friends.”

“Is he a friend or something more?” Jinseong cheekily asks.

“Namseok is not even a friend yet. I don’t know him that well so it’s been weeks of polite small talk.” Hunny says, hoping that she gets the chance to know him as well as everyone else at work knows him. “I’m actually about to get my eyebrows waxed. Would you mind at all if we ended the call here and carried this conversation on later?” Hunny hates ending phone calls with Jinseong. Timezones and busy lives mean they don’t even get weekly check in calls.

“Go! Go get your sexy brows and we can talk later. I’ll call you on my afternoon break. I love you Hunny.”

“I love you Eonnie. Bye.” After cutting the call, Hunny steps out of the car and makes her way to the salon.

After what felt like an unnecessarily long day all Hunny wanted to do was sit on her couch, watch Business Proposal and eat that dreamy homemade brownie. Just as she took her first bite of chocolatey goodness, a flash of pure white came running in from the hallway. The surface of Hunny’s face was just 90% pure smile at the sight of her cat. Sonhee had gotten Hunny a kitten for her 25th birthday. She spent so long saying she wanted a dog. However, her apartment was tiny. It would not have been ideal or realistic to raise a dog in that apartment. Sonhee compromised and brought San into Hunny’s life. San is the best friend she’s ever had. He occasionally reminds her of Sonhee but he’s a nice way to remember the good times they shared. She doesn’t know how she would have coped with moving to a new city if she had to leave San back in Gwangju.

With her eyes rolling back at how good the brownie tastes, Hunny licks her lips. “San Man, why can’t you bake like this?” The white ball of fur nestles next to her on the couch. He purrs with contentment, happy to have his owner back home from work. Before Hunny can even miss the taste of the brownie on her tongue, her phone starts to ring. Leaning over to look at the coffee table, Hunny notices that it is Jinseong. A video call? Now that’s more like it. Hunny misses her eonnie’s face. Propping her phone up against a decorative potpourri bowl on her coffee table, she presses the answer button.

No sooner than the call connected did Karen’s little face take up the whole screen. Hunny’s five year old niece beamed as she saw her long distance auntie for the first time in too long. “Hunny Eonnie! Eomma told me to give you a kiss before I have a nap,” the small shouted into the screen, not realising that her indoor voice would be much appreciated.

“Karen, I love your kisses. Thank you so much my little Bunny.”

Jinseong appeared as she placed Karen on her lap. ”Let’s see those brows then,” she said, trying to hold a hyperactive Karen in place as she attempted to wriggle out of her mother’s grip.

Hunny leaned down so her sister could inspect her brows through the screen, “I think they’re the best I’ve ever had. Don’t you think so?”

After a quick inspection, Jinseong nods in approval. “Lookin’ good, girl! Just don’t tell the waxers at work that you cheated on them,” Jinseong laughs. She looks over to the right as she places Karen back on the floor. “Karen, give Hunny Eonnie one last kiss. Appa’s ready to read you a story now.”

“Can he read me The Little Mermaid?” The sweet child asks with the biggest puppy dog eyes Hunny has ever seen.

Jinseong beams down at her daughter and teases, “Only if Hunny Eonnie agrees.”

Okay. Hunny was wrong. These eyes are the biggest puppy dog eyes she’s ever seen. In a way, Hunny is lucky she doesn’t live in the same country as Karen. She knows she would have to say goodbye to her disposable income and free time. And maybe, her sanity.

“Hunny Eonnie…” those puppy dog eyes get bigger with each syllable. Hunny doesn’t know how Karen does it but she has everyone wrapped around her finger at all times. There must be magic behind those sparkly brown eyes. “Can Appa read me The Little Mermaid?”

“Seeing as you asked so politely, of course he can Bunny. But first, I want another kiss.”

Karen kisses the screen for the briefest of seconds. Not wanting to miss out on any reading time before her nap. And in an instant, she runs out of the room.

“Wasn’t she going to see Lars’ parents today?” Hunny asks suddenly, remembering that Jinseong should be at work and Karen should be at the coast with her appa’s parents.

Jinseong pouts, “She fell over and cut her knee up pretty badly. She wouldn't let Lars’ eomma clean her up unless I left work early and kissed it better.” It’s never easy seeing your child in pain and hurt. Especially when you’re almost one hour away. As much as she loves her marketing job, she would drop everything to be there when Karen needs her. And she has. Multiple times. She really can do it all - career woman and mother. Hunny is always in awe of her.

Hunny’s heart sinks at the thought of her little Bunny being hurt. “Oh, no. When you go into her room make sure to give her extra kisses from me.” There’s no ocean Hunny wouldn’t cross just to make her little niece giggle and smile. Man, she loves Karen’s lopsided grin. She’s currently missing one of her front teeth but that somehow adds to her charm.

Nodding, Jinseong sits up straight. “So, come on. Anything new with you?” Always one for a gossip session, Jinseong brings out Hunny’s talkative side like no other. Jinseong feels like a friend rather than a sister. Hunny’s so grateful for that. If Hunny had a brother instead, the connection just wouldn't be the same.

San stretches out, taking up even more room on the couch. At this point, Hunny will need to buy a bigger couch. Stroking the mini cloud beside her, Hunny thinks back to her meeting with Hobi yesterday. Jinseong still doesn’t know about it. Jinseong got along with all of Hunny’s childhood friends. The kids in the neighbourhood all hung out together. Everyone knew everyone’s business so eventually Jinseong would become friendly with Hunny’s friends, and vice versa. The fact that Hobi lived 4 houses away meant that he would be at Hunny’s house almost every day. The days when he wasn’t, Hunny was at his house. Jinseong hopes that Karen’s childhood will be like that. Living in the centre of a big city should be great but it lacks the small town feel that everyone’s childhood needs.

“Well, yesterday I went to this cafe near my apartment. Jihyeon from work recommended it to me because we live in the same neighbourhood and she knows all the good spots.” Hunny starts.

Jinseong’s eyes light up, “Ooh, how was it?”

“I have to say, it lived up to the hype. Most cafes in Seoul are pretty but the drinks are terrible. Thankfully that was not the case here.” Hunny makes a mental note to go back to the cafe soon. “I was about to leave and guess who called out my name.”

Jinseong wracks her brain. Who do they both know living in Seoul? Unless it was someone from their hometown who was visiting Seoul. But who? “I really have no clue,” her eyes dart to the side as if she’ll find answers there. “I can only think of Eomma and Appa… have they moved to Seoul to secretly spy on you?”

Hunny laughs in amusement, “No, they’re still on their American cruise. Eomma keeps sending me photos of Baskin Robbins!”

“Aw, she’s so sweet. Someone needs to tell her that there are such things as international chain restaurants.” The elder sister smiles as she remembers being surprised when she first recognised the names of restaurants and stores in Denmark, quickly learning that 711 was not a little Korean secret. “But, who? I couldn't even begin to guess. My mind is empty. Well, it’s empty apart from the ‘Encanto’ soundtrack.” She laughs, never being able to escape ‘We Don’t Talk About Bruno’ thanks to Karen’s latest favourite movie.

“Jung Hoseok - I saw Hobi!” Hunny bursts out unable to contain her excitement.

“No way. He was just in the cafe?” Jinseong found it hard to believe an idol would be in a space so public and potentially busy. Don’t idols hangout at their companies where they can socialise away from prying eyes?

With a nod accompanying a beaming smile, Hunny replies “He was sitting in the corner but, yes. I had to do a double take. It’s been years. Like, so many years but that’s still my Hobi.” Now Hunny was the one whose eyes mimicked an innocent puppy.

“How is he doing?” Jinseong asks with a warm tone.

“Oh Eonnie, he seems so happy. And he hasn’t changed.” She says just as San purrs.

“I think San approves,” Jinseong jokes.

“I should hope so! We exchanged phone numbers and we’re hanging out on Friday.” Hunny feels as though she’s been given the biggest lifeline by finding Hobi. If they can recreate their childhood friendship, Hunny will need no one else. The two best friends were inseparable once and, if life hasn’t burned them too much, hopefully their old roles will fit like a glove.

“You’ll have to say hello from me.” Jinseong says.

“We’ll have no time to talk about you. We have a LOT to catch up on,” The younger sister proclaims in jest. “Min Yoongi was also there…” She sheepishly utters. She can’t even attempt to hide how flush her cheeks have become at the mere mention of her bias and celebrity crush.

“Hunny, tell me everything! Have you set a date for the wedding yet?” Jinseong quips.

“Don’t even joke about that because if I let myself daydream about marrying Yoongi, I’ll start to be severely disappointed when I remember that I live in the real world.” Hunny doesn’t have a list of boxes a man needs to tick to win her heart. Her dream man doesn’t need to look a certain way, have a certain job or have certain hobbies. That being said, Yoongi ticks every hypothetical box imaginable. And extra boxes. If there was a dream man, it’d be Min Yoongi and Min Yoongi only. Yoongi is perfect. Or rather, the public image he projects is perfect.

“Was he everything you’d hope he’d be?” Meeting someone you admire isn’t always advisable. Idols have a certain image that their companies have created for them. Just because an idol is funny and sincere in an interview, that doesn’t mean that they’re not a major jerk when they’re not at work.

Smiling into the phone screen, Hunny may need to pinch herself to ensure she’s reminded that the encounter wasn’t a daydream. “After a while, it felt just like talking to Hobi,” she admits.

“That’s so great. A couple of weeks ago I watched their show that they livestreamed from Seoul. Was it called ‘Permission To Dance?’ Or something like that?” Jinseong searches her mind for the name of the concert.

Instantly, Hunny has the answer. Of course she does. “Yep, ’Permission To Dance’. You’re starting to become an army?”

“Well Karen has gotten into kpop since I played Blackpink in the car. I wish she spoke more Korean so kpop karaoke sessions in the car are becoming our morning routine. I even heard Lars singing ‘Whistle’ whilst cooking dinner last week.” Jinseong chuckles.

Hunny laughs, “Please tell me his bias is Jisoo.” Jisoo is Hunny’s Blackpink bias. It seems as though Jisoo is the least biased member, so Hunny always gets excited whenever she finds out Jisoo is someone’s bias.

“I think she might be.” Jinseong tries to recall listening to Blackpink with Lars, but she can only remember her excitement at having a fellow Blackpink fan in her house.

“Good man Lars,” Hunny approves. “So you were watching the Bangtan concert?”

“Yes. So Karen has decided that Bangtan might be her next fixation. She begged me to watch it so that she could learn their songs,” she explains.

“I knew there was a reason I liked that kid.”

Jinseong laughs, “She kept on saying ‘I like him’ whenever Yoongi appeared on the screen.” It’s highly likely that thousands, if not, millions of girls shared Karen’s exact thought. “I think she wants to marry ‘Life Goes On’ Yoongi when she grows up.”

“Get in line, kid. But seriously, I think it’s so cute that she may become a little blink or army,” the doting auntie remarks. San, clearly not  impressed at the prospect of having another army in his life, jumps off the couch and retreats to his bed next to the floor length window.

Hunny yawns. She wishes she could be discreet about it and yawn like a lady. She wishes she could be like that. Sadly, her tiredness forces her manners to take a backseat. Before she can comprehend what it takes to begin to feel embarrassed about showing Jinseong all of her teeth along with her tonsils, she yawns again. These gigantic yawns are becoming increasingly involuntary.

“Tired?” Jinseong giggles. She realises how late it must be in Korea. Hunny actually completed a full shift today, unlike her elder sister. On top of that, she also worked out before work. Jinseong respects Hunny for working out before work every morning. Why on earth would anyone want to wake up earlier than absolutely necessary? Hunny should just workout after she finishes work. Like normal people. Like Jinseong.

“So tired,” Hunny mumbles along with another yawn. Stretching her arms in an attempt to wake herself up, Hunny stumbles and slides off the couch. Luckily she has a large sheepskin rug placed under the coffee table to break her fall.

Unable to hold a laugh in, Jinseong reluctantly mocks her sister. “Be careful. If you fell through the floor and into your neighbour’s apartment, you know I’d pee myself from laughing so much.”

“Meanie!” Hunny pouts as she finds comfort on her leather couch. Trying to take the high ground would prove useless because Hunny knows all too well that she would laugh so hard if the roles were reversed.

“You should head off to bed. We can talk again soon. Next time Karen can talk your ear off about Yoongi.” Karen loves talking about her new obsessions. Once she gets started, she doesn’t stop. She reminds Jinseong of a young Hunny. Maybe that’s why they get along so well.

“I like the sound of that. Talk soon?”

Jinseong nods, “Soon.”

“I love you Eonnie.”

“I love you Hunny. Sleep well.” Hunny’s phone screen returns to her wallpaper of San sleeping on Hunny’s periwinkle blue pillows.

Hunny finally takes herself off to bed once she finishes brushing her teeth and completing her skincare routine. Getting her nightly routine down to just five steps is an accomplishment Hunny is proud of. Her skin certainly thanks her for it. But right now she’s that tired that it feels like a twenty step routine. Her bed has never felt as cosy as it does tonight. Her pillows are soft and plump. Her mattress is just the right level of firm. She welcomes sleep as soon as her head hits the pillow.

[sarang3108]

⎙ ┄ ⌗ʬ𝚠.𝚍𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚖.𝚌𝚘𝚖

𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 ❛ 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ❜ 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋━━━ then what is the point of living ? ᥴoming from a prestigious and ridiculously rich family, 𝓓asom was not supposed to face any obstacle in her smooth life. Money ? she got it. Career ? got it too. Success ? wrapped around her finger. Beauty ? had others weak on their knees.

𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵, where the fuck was the problem ? 𝒀𝑼 𝑱𝑰 𝑯𝒀𝑼𝑲 ━━ that boring man whom she considered to be ❛ too fine ❜ for anyone ❨ 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 ❩ . 

                           Being, 𝓑ethroted to him, made it easier for her to simply adore him more and more. She assumed, they would see the future together as expected. Oh, was it mentioned that her assumptions were always on the wrong track ? no ? sigh .𝑼𝑵𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑼𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑳𝒀, the man whom she adored from afar was already smitten for someone else.      

                             && she gained such crucial information at the end. While attending her late fiance's, when the news of that dead man's hopeless devotion towards his late subordinate, reached to her, she was far from being numb.

At that point, it was just ━━ at the end of the world for her. the fact that she did not bat an eye after losing her properties, shares and everything she had for not being married to  him, made her realise how much lovesick she was for him. She was rather going insane for losing the one she adored. It was her first time and last time as well.

❛ 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 ? ❜

that was the last thing she had uttered before

drowning in alcohol and losing consciousness.

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thought that was the end ? that's what the millions of worth lady though too ━━ until she found herself back in 2013 . 𝑹𝑬𝑩𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑯 ! 𝑹𝑬𝑩𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑯 ! 𝑹𝑬𝑩𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑯 !too cliche. overrated. overused trope ever.it was still interesting enough to get a random viewer hooked up.that is why the lovesick lady's life said ❛ why not ? ❜ .

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乀 (ˍ, ل ل   じしˍ,)ノ

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❛ ━━𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎     𝚒𝚜      𝚊     𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗

   𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚎   𝚋𝚞𝚝    𝚢𝚘𝚞   𝚒𝚜  𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚎 ๋࣭ ⭑⚝!

𝑳𝑼𝑽 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑺

❨ 𝗇𝖺 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗈 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗎 𝗃𝗂 𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗄 ❩

❨ 𝗅𝖾𝖾 𝗀𝗂 𝗄𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖾𝗄 𝖾𝗎𝗇 𝗁𝗈 ❩

( ⏱ ) ━━━ ⓒ 𝒍𝒖𝒗𝒐𝒇𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𓍢ִ໋🀦⃝🐾 on wattpad ( draft ) .

[ghoulystay]

Part two.

Y/N, Jungkook, and Hyunjin story.

Pov story. Female reader.

The next morning was such a drag y/n didn't want to get up, but with her life, there's no day offs. She sits up, not realizing that hyunjin is sitting at the foot of the bed waiting for her to wake up before he leaves for work, "Oh baby, you startled me," y/n says kind of laughing it off. He gives her that beautiful smile that she adored so much, "I wanted to make sure everything was okay. You seemed kind of distant last night when you returned from the party." Hyunjin says. "Oh haha, don't worry, love, it was nothing, I was just exhausted." You tell him trying to reassure him, but hyunjin knew you too well. He let it go he didn't want to push you. "If you say so, baby, well I'm off then, I'll see you later, I love you." He kisses you before he gets up and heads out. You sink down on the bed, covering your face with the blanket, not understanding why you feel the way you do after seeing jungkook last night. There's no feelings there, right? You thought to yourself. You snap out of it, trying to erase the thoughts. Of course, there's no feelings there. you're madly in love with Hyunjin. You hear your phone notifications going off. You reach out your arm towards the nightstand to get your phone, and you sit up immediately when you see the messages popping up on your lock screen.

An unknown number. But by the messages you knew to well who it was. It was Jungkook.

"I miss you baby so much."

"Please come back to me."

"I've always and still love you, baby."

"Leave him, I'm the man you belong with."

"I know you still love me."

"I need you."

"I want you."

Is he serious. You press the call button. He answers.

"Really jungkook, why are you doing this? You sound crazy!"

He laughs. "Oh please, you know damn well you and I belong together, I fucking love you y/n I always have and always will!"

You sigh. "What I don't understand is why are you doing this now? Why chase me now? Why not before? Before I moved on with Hyunjin?"

You hear him sigh after saying Hyunjins name. "I don't want to hear his name y/n, plus I never reached out before because you seemed busy and didn't want to get in the way, until." He pauses.

"Until what JK?!" "Say it!" You blurt out, getting impatient.

He chuckles a bit. "Until it became clear to me that I lost you for good, everywhere I looked there you were with someone who isn't me. You have no idea how it made me feel, and it still makes me feel seeing you walk hand in hand with him. That was supposed to be us y/n!"

You feel numb after his confession. "It's too late, jungkook. we had our chance a long time ago, and it didn't work out."You need to let me go."

He's silent before he speaks.

"Aren't Straykids going to be at an event this afternoon?"

You feel confused and lost for a second, not understanding what he's trying to get at.

"How do you know that, jk?" "Jk?"Hello?"

Shit! You say to yourself. Is he going to crash that event? So many thoughts race through your mind. You get up in a hurry, you race through your bedroom looking for clothes to put on. You leave out the door as fast as you can, and you climb into your driver's car and tell him to go to Hyunjins location asap. During the ride, all kinds of thoughts race through your mind. "What is he gonna do?" "What is he gonna say?" You lay your head back on the seat rest staring out the window, hoping that everything will be okay.

To be continued.

Will Jungkook really show up at the Straykids event?

What's going to happen?

Team Jungkook or Team Hyunjin or Team both, haha?

Stay tuned.