#ft. daeun

[calliopewrites]

joonie melted into her touch like he'd been holding himself together just long enough to fall apart in her arms. his hands slid around her waist, holding her close, grounding himself in the feel of her again. "god, daeun…" he breathed out, forehead resting against her shoulder. "you have no idea how much i needed to hear that. i've been missing you every damn day."

she should... she should go and let go. daeun knew that, knew how likely it was that it all spiralled again and they were right back here. still, despite all it, she reached for him, arms wrapping around him to feel the comfort she had missed so much. " i've missed you. " she admitted. " so much. "

[eventied]

@notkijoon said " mhm ... sure you will. " / [ intent / reverse ] daeun leans their forehead against kijoon's.

getting all up in kijoon’s easily space becomes one of daeun’s favorite summer hobbies. you legitimately cannot blame him. when kijoon goes so easy, all flushed and bashful as he is, it’s kind of addicting putting him in that state. maybe daeun’s mean for it because he does laugh at how quickly kijoon closes up, knees together and hands suddenly busy with something, doe eyes downcast to avoid eye contact- but who can blame them ? a laugh is the least mean thing they could do, really.

now kijoon isn’t always so demure. there are days where daeun feels there was an extra morning affirmation or where someone hyped him just a little too much because why is he being like that … who is revving his engines. ( surprise, baby- it’s you ! ) compliments come a little too easy, no stuttering or back tracking. physical contact isn’t brushed off as a mistake or pulled away with a laugh so nervous you’d think you’d done something wrong yourself. today is different and daeun wants to bite back.

the beaches here aren’t the same as they are at home, but daeun tans either way. gains freckles and highlights just the same. no complaints. they’ve been laid out for a couple hours, just the two of them on kijoon’s big towel since dae’s are in the wash. maybe the beers become charged with some evil gay magic here because kijoon’s fingertips keep finding their way to their sides. they are way too ticklish to take it but way too comfortable to tease getting up and leaving. as if they would really do that. instead they just swat and whine about it, inching closer to the edge before kijoon apologizes and tells them to come back. begrudgingly they do, but not without a pinch to his tummy. kijoon jolts and swats just as they had before standing up.

heaven’s choir begins to sing when daeun looks up at the visual before them, alabaster skin splotchy despite the spf, feet sandy from the visits he’s made to the shoreline. kijoon is a giant dorky deity and daeun wants to die about it. they blink cartoonishly behind their sunglasses and prop up on an elbow, nose wrinkled and grimace exaggerated. “ what ? “ they ask, spare hand smacking his ankle. “ you’re blocking my rays. what is it ? “ when kijoon doesn’t budge, doesn’t speak, they pop up and cross their arms over their chest. “ what are you going to do about it ? “ kijoon asks, all hot and stupid. this, naturally, makes daeun feel hot and stupid but less sexy and just warm all over. where is that breeze when you need it ? they flounder for a second, for once, then put their hands on their hips to charge up their powers. this manifests in tippie toes, a finger to kijoon's bare chest, and leaning in to put their forehead to his. up close like this, daeun feels crazy, like whoa. the heat is getting to him. probably. " i'll make your life hell. " it'd be menacing coming from a disembodied thing like his vtuber model circa 2022, but coming from their own body is a little laughable. it isn't too surprising when kijoon takes a step back to say, " mhm ... sure you will. " foreshadowing in a way, but neither of them know that. what daeun does know is that they now have a bit to commit to. unfortunately. it's tiresome and they haven't even done anything yet. " is it not enough to see me happy in the sun ? can't it just be easy for once ? " daeun grumbles and presses their head into kijoon's chest, posture deflated and defeated just seconds after. " just like, lean on me or something. no more tickles or i'll die. "

[kyyuri]

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┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️ synopsis ; ever since debut, your group has been caught up in countless of scandals surrounding famous boy group, enhypen. what happens when this leads to an enhypen member himself noticing your group ? or more specifically, you ?

genre ; crack, fluff, a lil angst

warnings ! contain curse words, inaccurate timestamps, sensitive topics (that idols usually get hate for )

pairings ; idol ! jw x idol ! yn

FT. enha , haerin from nwjns , rei from ive

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[itsacriime]

All Daeun could do was nod, knowing that if she spoke, her voice would crack and she would only cry harder. They had previously discussed Aiden and Mingyu, always having that fear of waking up the next day and them being gone. Thinking back now, maybe Daeun shouldn't have pulled her brother away from Aiden but two self destructive people could only be a recipe for disaster. "He fucking disappeared on me too, that night. Left his phone. All I could think was the worst but he came back the next day." Daeun wiped her face. "The offer stands for you too. For everyone. Joonho can be a pain in the ass but he's good." If it weren't for the people she kept around herself, Daeun wasn't sure where she would be. Probably arrested, at the very least. "I wish I could have your optimism." She choked out a laugh. "Did you have any plans for the rest of the day? Because you're about to be stuck with me until tomorrow, if you don't mind me spending the night." She figured they surely had a lot to catch up on. And even if they didn't, it would be good to have some quality time together again. Time to just relax.

kaz  lets  out  of  sigh  of  relief.  "i'm  glad  that  mingyu's  doing  okay."  empathy  can  only  go  so  far  sometimes.  with  addiction,  those  who  are  addicts,  and  loved  ones  of  addicts  go  through  a  whole  other  kind  of  hell.  kaz  has  been  on  both  sides.  himself  being  made  into  an  addict  against  his  will.  and  kaz  knows  addicts─  like  aiden.  seeing aiden self-destruct broke  his  heart  and  scared  the  shit  out  of  him  at  the  same  time.  kaz  would  talk  to  daeun  about  the older racer,  and how  ridiculously  intense  kaz's  anxiety  would  be  over  not  knowing  when  aiden  would  take  a  little  too  much,  maybe even  end  up  six  feet  under.  "if  you,  mingyu,  the  club  needs  anything,  you  guys  can  always  reach  out  to  us.  we've  got  your  backs,"  kaz  promises  while  holding  daeun  in  the  protective  embrace.  with  a  grin,  kaz  shakes  his  head.  "it's  okay,  you're  talking  to  me  now,  right?"  kaz  laughs  warmly.  "i'll  be  around  for  long  as  you  want,  dude.  so,  don't  worry.  you're  stuck  with  me."            

[kiwooyh]

♬ closed event starter ft. @yhdaeun​ + “it’s cold, you were right. can i wear your jacket?“

kiwoo was surprised to hear the words from her now, but at the same time not. he knew it was cold, it got chillier into the evening anyway even if it had been alright during the day. but he didn’t expect her to admit it, and then ask for his jacket too. this was going to be a cycle of one of them being cold then at this point-- but at the same time, kiwoo wasn’t going to deny her either because that was just an asshole move, in his opinion. 

“this is why i should’ve packed the extra hoodie, and then we could both be warm.“ kiwoo chuckled softly, stripping his jacket off and passing it over to daeun to she wouldn’t freeze.

[flcrlunar]

╰ ♡ ✧ ˖  @mocnchiild  —  king ft. daeun

“¿segura que es por aquí?” le pregunta, siguiéndole el paso hacia quién sabía dónde, porque no recibió demasiadas explicaciones de antemano. la otra sangre pura le resultaba curiosa, pues no era exactamente lo que esperaba en un principio. al contrario, cuando creía que se encontraría con alguien frío, distante y algo más cercano a una ‘ reina del hielo ’ — algo más parecido a daeha, tal vez. pero daeun no era nada de eso por lo poco que habían interactuado. hasta está seguro que su propio abuelo, el patriarca de los suwannarat, pondría el grito en el cielo de tener a alguien como ella de nieta (y la usaría de ejemplo sobre lo que no quería que su familia se convirtiese). sin embargo, king, contra su propio juicio tal vez, la encuentra divertida y no detesta tanto verse enredado en los planes de la menor por accidente. “¿vamos a buscar escobas de nuevo...?” 

[itsacriime]

His eyes immediately flicked to the movement and once Mingyu realized it was only Aiden trying to get a better look, he tilted his head slightly for him to see. "Nothing like that. No worries." Mingyu managed something of a chuckle once he swallowed the ever-growing lump in his throat. It was his own mess to sort out with Joonho and his sister. And laughing it off was about the only thing he could do to stop the impending breakdown. Shuffling his way into the living area, Mingyu took a seat and tried to keep himself calm—mind racing, leg bouncing, picking at his fingers. When he took the ice pack once it was offered, he couldn't even be bothered to place it to his bruised cheek. He simply stared at it. "I fucked up." That lump was back in his throat and his stomach felt like it was doing flips. "I fucked up, Aiden."

gently,  aiden  reaches  out  to  touch  the  side  of  mingyu's  face,  and  take  a  closer  look.  he's  careful  to  avoid  the  injury.  "if  you  need  me  to  take  care  of  someone,  let  me  know."  doesn't  matter  how  much  time  passes,  or  if  there's  still  smoke  in  the  air  from  burned  bridges.  aiden  will  always  help  mingyu.  "make  yourself  at  home,  yeah?"  he  finds  a  gel ice  pack,  the  medical-grade  kind.  his  place  is  stocked  with  high-quality  supplies,  same  goes  for  his  teammates.  "do  you  wanna  talk  about  what  happened?"  aiden  passes  the  wrapped  pack  over  to  mingyu.          

[eventied]

continued from here, @notkijoon

daeun curls their toes in their years old sneakers, sitting straight to look down on a very curled in on himself kijoon. wind winds in the gaps of their tank top, cooling tanned, freckled skin. kijoon slurping down those peaches warms him despite the summer's best efforts. "mhm," the blonde hums and a smile breaks out from the corner of his mouth when he watches a flush creep up kijoon's complexion in real time. are people not telling him this at every chance ? how is he not used to it ? while it was mostly a joke, truth does lie dormant in the dredges. they don't dwell on that part very long but it will be going platinum in their echo chamber of a room and journal. these same peaches rest in a bowl that may or may not contain traces of uranium on daeun's kitchen island but they don't look half as delicious as they do when they're between lips as plush as kijoon's. this cannot be dwelled on. they turn a little to get a better look at the sunset but knock knees with their company in the process. it's okay ! they don't budge, their presence unwavering. if their interest wasn't already piqued with the idea of another scar, a tattoo really digs hooks into their gills. he’s all but a fish out of water, almost gagging for the information if it weren’t in exchange for something of his. ugh, damn his ursula-esque motives… kijoon with tentacles ? okayyyy. alright. let’s reel it back in. they nip at his empty fork still dangling in front of them only to pinch a slice of peach between their fingertips. “ fuck you and your bartering skills … “ and your persuading everything. especially that.

“ and fuck your morbid curiosity. that was not fun. “ daeun clicks their tongue teasingly and chomps down on that peach. it was fun. it was really, really fun when kijoon got all up in their space. albeit to get someone else out, but that adds another fun layer ! dreamy sigh. they tuck their hair and exhale deeply before sucking the juice from their digits. “ kidding. i had fun. a horror story though ? mm, that glory hole in the last stall ? once had someone tell me they were waiting for me for an hour and a half. “ flattering, but holy shit. going in for a piss only for a half chub to be hanging around in waiting … disappointed sigh. “ thought kicking it would save me some trouble. nope. “ p popped, boner popped after the kick … they eat another peach.

it takes work to dig through the odds and ends of their summers, rocking a little in their seat and bumping knees with intent. “ i really didn’t have like, a lot of fun when i was younger. not like that. not in a sad way or anything, i just didn’t really get out, you know ? my fault. not introverted, just. mm. “ daeun shakes his head and presses his lower teeth into his top lip in thought. “ i found more community online. pierced my ears on stream, got banned from a chess competition, got in literal debates on streams, had sleepovers on stream … “ a wistful sigh this time. the good days. he had met jiwoo in a chat like that only to learn they were local the first time he had done an irl stream. also a fond memory, mostly. “ i’ll trade one vod for a tattoo preview, if that’s enough. “

[boysinthecity]

Reverse Heroine | V

parts: ➳ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5/ ?

a supposedly only 2 part fic ft. fuckboy!jungkook x reader

summary: because platonic love is underrated

genre: college au, fluff/angst

word count: 4.9k

a/n: look who’s back from the dead! will proofread later.

            It was raining so hard that you couldn’t even tell whether it was tears or rain running down your cheeks. You neglect the uncomfortable feeling of wet clothing sticking to your body, and just ran straight in the direction of your apartment. Your mind was in a state of shock except for the repeating loop of words that Jungkook had said to you.

            Simply speaking, it hurts.

            To imagine that your own friend saw you that way did major damage to your self-confidence and security. The worst part of it though? – he wasn’t entirely wrong. You knew better than anyone that there were some trust issues buried inside of you. It was just difficult for you to express your emotions when it comes to love, scaring you at how much power you would be giving to the other person – how vulnerable you would be.

            Your thoughts are interrupted when a strong grip holds you from collapsing, turning to find yourself staring into a pair of familiar brown eyes.

            “Joon…” Your voice barely comes out as a whisper, suddenly and painfully aware of the freezing chill that is hitting you like a thousand needles. You meekly try to pull yourself out of his grasp, but found no strength in your limbs to do so. “J-just leave me alone…” Your body is shivering against his, and he frowns at the sight of your slightly blue lips.

            Namjoon holds you against him even tighter, making your body unconsciously curling into his to revel in the heat. “I know you don’t want to see me.” His voice is low and hoarse as you feel him murmuring softly into your ears. “But believe me when I say that you shouldn’t be alone right now.”

            You open your mouth to object but realized that your body was too fatigue to argue against him. Instead, you nod softly at his suggestion and Namjoon smiles in response.

            Sounds of shuffling and utensils clattering stir you in your sleep, not long before you find Namjoon tiptoeing into your room. His hands are holding a large cup, wafts of steam escaping from the drink.

            “Yo-you’re awake–!” His eyes widen and he freezes momentarily before looking down in embarrassment. “Sorry, the noise woke you up, huh?” The sheepish smile on Namjoon’s lips make you chuckle, shaking your head softly.

            “Nah, I was pretty much awake already.” The pillow feels soft cushioning against your back as you sit upright, taking the cup from Namjoon.

            “It’s um – hot honey lemon water.” He scratches the back of his head awkwardly, “I saw that you just so happened to have the ingredients in the fridge, and it’s like the only thing that Jin trusts me with –”

            “Thanks Joon.” You interrupt him with a soft whisper, taking a sip from the cup. “It’s delicious.” Your words put a shy smile on his face, while he stands stiffly in the middle of your bedroom.

            “Are you hungry?” Namjoon suddenly asks, “I was contemplating whether to make something for you to eat but then decided against it so I just ordered some porridge for delivery.”

            “Only a little.” You pause, “Actually Joon, come sit down.” Patting on the edge of your bed, you invite him to take a seat beside you. He hesitates for a brief moment, before making over to your side.

            Now that your whole body is warm and dry with no tear-stained eyes, you were able to finally acknowledge Namjoon’s presence. Guilt is slowly seeping into skin, realizing how big of a coward you had been for avoiding Namjoon since the night at the arcade. He was pouring his feelings and opening up to you, and in the end of his whole confession – you just ran back into your apartment without saying another word.

            “J–”

            “I know that you’re feeling awkward about what I told you that night.” Namjoon suddenly speaks, his hand on top on your knee. Even with the duvet between, you could still feel the lingering warmth from his touch. “And I’m sorry for making you feel uncomfortable,” He holds his gaze on you, “but I’m not sorry for what I said – because I meant every word.”

            When Namjoon catches your gaze, you could feel nothing but affection and sincerity through his words. “Please take all the time you need to come up with an answer, and until then –” He smiles, and a small dimple appears on both sides of his cheeks. “Just treat me like how you always did.”

            It takes a short moment for you to absorb his words, before giving him a nod. “I’m going to need some time to decide, but you’ll be the first one to know when I do.” A soft smile reaches your eyes, and Namjoon cannot be any more relieved at the comfort in your voice– as if the broken strings are being fixed, piece by piece.

            The doorbell interrupts the conversation, signalling the arrival of your delivery. Namjoon gives you a small smile before standing up and leaving your side to open the door.

            As Namjoon walked into the kitchen to prepare the food, you make your way outside into the living room – sounds of shuffling slippers following your every step. The delicious aroma of chicken porridge made your mouth water, and a frighteningly loud grumble escapes from your stomach, making you cringe in embarrassment. “Careful, it’s still hot.” Namjoon places a bowl in front of you, chuckling as he watches you sip without giving a damn at how hot the food was.

            “Are you not going to eat?” You ask, a couple of bites in. “You ordered a lot.”

            He shakes his head, arms supporting his weight as his body leans against the counter. “Can I ask you something then?”

            “Anything.” He smiles.

            “How did you find me? I mean – how did you know where I was?” You ask, eyes still fixated on the food in front of you.

            Namjoon’s gaze on you falls, and you can see his facial muscles slightly tensing at the topic. “I was on my way back to the frat when I saw Jin standing at the doorway.” He explains, “He looked really worried as he stood there so I asked him what was wrong. He then told me that you were out there in the rain, and I just ran in the direction of your apartment until I saw you standing in the middle of the road – close to passing out from the fever.”

            When you looked up, you find Namjoon’s eyebrows furrowed together – obviously irritated at something or someone.

            “I’m guessing you know what happened then…” You mutter, just mindlessly stirring the porridge now.

            Namjoon chuckles, although the look in his eyes tell you something else. “Yeah, your phone was ringing countless of times when you were asleep so I picked it up – sorry for doing that without your permission by the way, he was just calling too frequent and you really needed to rest without any disruption.” Namjoon explains before pausing to look at you intently, making sure you weren’t mad at him for invading your privacy. The brief shake of your head and smile on your lips dismisses his worries. “I finally answered the call and…well, he wouldn’t stop apologizing until I told him that it was me. I told him that you were in bed with a fever from the rain, and he insisted on coming here to make sure you were okay.” He pauses once in a while, eyes finding yours. “Anyways, it took a while for me to convince him to give you some space – he compiled, unwillingly.”

            “Sounds like a very Jeon thing to do.” You joke with light heartedness, but Namjoon could tell that whatever happened is much more serious than you let on. It broke Namjoon’s heart when he recalls the image of you from afar, with tear-stricken eyes that showed weakness that he has never witness before.

            “After a couple of texts with Jin…I just kind of put the pieces together.” He mutters, still feeling furious at how Jungkook hurt you like that. But he couldn’t complain, not when he has done much more damage in the past. Besides, Namjoon is not an impulsive person – he wants to understand Jungkook’s feelings before developing any sort of vilifying thoughts against the young man.

            Your immaturity has prevented you to look at your phone since you’ve woken up. A part of you knew that Jungkook’s words were only said out of spite – the boy didn’t carry a single malignant thought about people. Perhaps that was one of the things you love so much about Jungkook – he always saw the best in people, even though he acts otherwise.

            However, a part of you also wanted to punish Jungkook, to make him worry and anxious. It was almost like you wanted him to realize that you will not always be there for him, and to appreciate for the times that you do. You know that your current state of mind and behaviour was ridiculous, but for once – you didn’t want to be the one who always did what’s right.

            And finally, perhaps – just perhaps, a small part of you actually envied Daeun for having the courage to tell Jungkook that she wanted him, regardless of her intentions.

            Lazing in a café on a warm Sunday afternoon was one of your favourite past times. The earthy smell of coffee sitting beside you was the best kind of company, with an occasional ring at the door as people walk in to have their caffeine fix. Voices of light conversations linger in the back of your head like white noise, as the smooth notes of jazz sing through the speakers.

            “Y/N?”

            “Y/N?”

            “Huh?” You tear your eyes away from your book to find a familiar figure with a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts.

            “Is…this seat taken?” Park Jimin gestures to the chair in front you, and sits down when you shake your head with a soft smile.

            “I haven’t seen you for a while, Chim.”  You start the conversation, feeling a little awkward. “How have you been?”

            Jimin’s careful expression beams with light when you start speaking, clearly delighted that you held no hostility in your voice. The both of you know very well that your last conversation did not end in the best way. He tries to downplay his relief, but evidently failing as your lips cracked into an amused smirk.

            “I’ve been good,” He sighs before backtracking, “actually – I’ve been better.” Your eyes follow Jimin’s fingers playing with his own cup of coffee. “MCATs are swamping me, and I’ve barely gotten to spend time with anyone else apart from my textbooks.” He admits sheepishly, and you take a good look at your friend. His cheeks have indeed gotten much more hallow, face much thinner with dark circles apparent under his eyes. The stress of medical school hopefuls has taken a toll on the beloved campus prince.

            Feelings of worry take over you, putting a frown on your face. “Nothing is more important than your health, make sure you get enough rest, Jimin.” You take a sip of your coffee, “We are all here for you.”

            He nods, “Yeah, just talking to a good friend like this is helping me wind down.” His chuckles fill the air, eyes becoming into crescent moons before becoming serious again. “Hey…regarding that last conversation we had, I’m really sorry.”

            It came as a surprise to you that Jimin is the one bringing it up – he was the type to avoid confrontations of any kind and just waited things to dissipate. “You were right, I was being inconsiderate and selfish.” He looks down in guilt, unable to bring himself to face you. “I should’ve talked to Kook before making a move on Daeun. Well – at least I’m getting the karma I deserve now.” Jimin jokes, but there is not a trace of humor on his face.

            Wait, what did Jimin meant about ‘karma’?

            He lets out a small chuckle when he sees the shock on your face. You’ve always been an open book when it comes to feelings, and your genuineness is exactly why Jimin treasures you so much as a friend.  

            When his laughter dies down, Jimin leans in to whisper to you. “And something tells me that you know too.”

            You try to avoid his gaze – but you can’t, not when you knew exactly what was going on. And not to mention that Jimin can always read you, always. “I-I don’t know what you are talking about.”

            Sighing, Jimin reclines back in his seat and looks out the window. His head perches in his palm, elbow against the wooden birch table. “Whether you really know or not…” His eyes shift attention towards you, and a subtle but mischievous grin sits on his lips. “I actually don’t mind. I think I owe them that much.” He confesses.

            “What?” Your voice comes out as a sudden squeak. “Why?”

            “I don’t think I ever truly loved her.” Jimin starts explaining. “To be honest, I think I was more infatuated with the idea of her – it’s fucked up I know.” He pulls his gaze to look at you, and his eyes reflected some sort of detachment. “It was just…so easy to choose another night of studying in the library over a night spent with Daeun – watching moves, cuddling on the sofa and what not.” The look in Jimin’s eyes showed that he was more than just indifferent – he was sad that he couldn’t reciprocate her feelings.

            “It was like Daeun finally mustered up the strength to take off her mask for me…but I didn’t like what I saw.” His confession renders you speechless, unable to give a proper response. An amused smile appears on his lips once again, before twisting into a disapproving frown. “I’ve tried telling her how I felt about our relationship several times now, but she won’t have any of it.” You take a good look at your friend, who seemed so tired but guilty of what this once fairytale-like relationship had become. There was also a sense of pity towards Daeun settling inside of you, although that is no reason to condone her actions, and Jungkook’s – it takes two to tango.

            “So now, I’m waiting for her to make the move, when she is ready…although it seems she has other plans in mind.”

            “You need to tell Jungkook.” You blurt out, “Whether she is using Jungkook for some irrational plot to make you jealous – he has the right to know.” A couple pair of eyes suddenly turn your way at the sudden volume increase, realizing how agitated you have become.

            “Calm down, Y/N.” Jimin tries to appease to you. “These are only my assumptions; I don’t know how Daeun truly feels about Jungkook. And I can’t take that happiness away from him, not again.”

            You ponder for a moment, finding sense in Jimin’s words. Daeun is indeed the only one who can bring happiness into Jungkook’s life – and that thought makes your heart clench. Perhaps Daeun was serious about Jungkook, but just haven’t gotten the chance to officially end things with Jimin. Your bias towards Daeun made you always question the intentions behind her actions, but what if, just what if, they were actually caused by your own jealousy towards the girl? – the real best friend who has been with him since high school. It was hard to stay objective in this situation, not when you couldn’t even differentiate your own feelings towards Jungkook. You couldn’t trust your own judgement anymore.

            “Anyways, that was a break too long.” Jimin’s voice captures your attention once again, bringing you back into the conversation. “It felt good to finally share that to someone, thank you for hearing me out.” His bittersweet smile causes you to return him one of your own. “I’m going to head back to the library now.”

            He stands up to make leave, not long before you call his name once again.

            “Wait Jimin –” His steps freeze, turning around to find you beaming at him with an encouraging and hopeful look in your eyes. “I know it’s a tough time for you right now, but in the end – everything will be worth it.” Your lips pull into a child-like grin, teasing him. “And you’ll find that girl one day, I promise.”

            Jimin stands still for a moment, taking in how the late afternoon sunlight casts a warm glow on the apples of your cheeks, how your eyes twinkle with nothing but pure optimism. He can start to slowly understand why both Namjoon and Jungkook is in enamoured with you –  if only the younger boy could realize his feelings before it’s too late.

            “Yeah,” Jimin smiles, “thanks Y/N.”

            The following week moved relatively slow when Jeon Jungkook is nowhere to be found in your life, although your days do not end without an occasional ‘katok’ in your phone. You read all of his apology texts, but couldn’t bring yourself to type a reply. It wasn’t like you were unwilling to forgive the boy for his impulsive words – although you do admit that you were still a little pissed. However, what’s holding you back is the fact that you needed space to get over whatever feelings you have for Jungkook – wanting to genuinely wish him happiness in his choices. If Jimin and Daeun do end up calling it quits, it would just a matter of time before Jungkook starts dating.

            It was a regular Tuesday night when you find yourself catching up with Yoojung over a late dinner in the dining hall. Ever since she and Jackson have become more serious into the relationship, there weren’t many opportunities to meet up regularly.

            “Something tells me that you’re a little off.” You look up at the owner of the voice whose accusation was spot-on. Yoojung’s crazy sense of intuition has always been very accurate, albeit a little over analytical and pessimistic at times.

            “No, I’m not.” You say a little too quickly. Great – now Yoojung definitely knows that something is wrong.

            There is a teasing glint in her smile as she leans forwards to make sure you spill everything. “Trouble in paradise – with our campus’ favourite sophomore?” The fact that you glare at her once her question is asked confirms her hypothesis.

            “We aren’t dating, Yoojung. We’re friends.” The salad in front of you suddenly does not look so appetizing anymore, and Yoojung takes this opportunity to steal the grilled chicken sitting atop on the bed of greens.

            “Right, that’s what me and Jackson said for an entire year before admitting our feelings for each other.” The knowing glimmer in your eyes makes her choke on the chicken, and Yoojung’s face gets beet red. “Fine, we were also sleeping with one another.” She mumbles incoherently when she sees the annoying I-know-it-all expression plastered on your face.

            “Look, I know something happened because Jackson has been telling me that a certain quarterback has not been focusing in practices.” Yoojung tries to gain your sympathy by giving you her infamous puppy-eyes – but fortunately, you were not Jackson Wang. You had immunity to this femme-fatale tactic of hers. “Jungkook has been looking like he’s miserable and depressed for the past week, and it’s all thanks to my best friend right here.”

            You snort at her dramatic choice of words. “Don’t worry, he’ll get over it.”

            “Well, speaking of the devil…” Her eyes are following something – or somebody – behind your head.

            The levels of testosterone suddenly peak high in the dining hall, where boisterous laughter and jokes can be heard near the entrance door. It appears that the school’s football team just finished their usual Tuesday practices, hoping to fill their deprived stomachs with delicious, hearty food.

            “Babe!” A cheery voice shouts at your best friend as she happily waves back to her boyfriend. “What a coincidence that you’re here!”

            Jackson was a terrible actor, you realize.

            “Coincidence, my ass.” You narrow your eyes, hissing at your friend. “No wonder you insisted on meeting up today.” Yoojung laughs sheepishly as she pulls down your accusing finger towards her.

            Jackson’s voice grabs the rest of the football team’s attention onto your table. You turn your head to find several familiar faces, especially Taehyung who’s sporting the cutest boxy grin when he sees you. “Y/N!” He shouts across the hall, and you definitely don’t miss the figure behind – who previously had his eyes casted downwards –  to brighten up at the sound of your name.

            You hate how you could feel your heart go soft at the sight of Jungkook’s doe-like eyes staring at you like he hasn’t seen you in forever. Even with some distance in between, his battered state wasn’t hard to miss. There were a few fresh cuts on his right upper lip and cheeks, obvious signs that football practice has not been smooth for him. The dark mop sitting atop of his head tells you that his hair is still wet from the showers – and all you wanted to do was run over to him and dry his hair before he catches a cold.            

            This, is how weak you were for Jeon Jungkook. It was overwhelming how much you cared about the boy – you had to get away.

            Yoojung lets out an awkward cough to get your attention. “So um…don’t freak out but someone coming over here right no-wait where are you going, Y/N?” She shouts after you as Jungkook’s eyes follow your frame, disappearing into the crowd of students. His steps falter when he sees that you just avoided him. You – who he believed would be there for him no matter what – couldn’t even bare to be in the same room as him now, he thought. The football team frowns at how disheartened their beloved quarterback is, and an arm wraps around Jungkook’s shoulders encouragingly.

            “Looks like our Jungkookie’s got it bad.”

            The sun casts glowing colors of grapefruit in the sky – a breath-taking canvas of orange and pink spread above you. The walk back to your apartment was pleasant, as it marked the end of another day of brutal classes. Learning was fun, but when the lecturers’ ideas of teaching only include memorizing incessant information, you despised it.

            All you wanted right now is to enjoy the beautiful sunset before spending an entire night buried in your textbooks.

            “Honk!”

            Your body jumps at the sound coming from behind, turning around to find a black pick up car coming at your way. Squinting your eyes to look closer, you realize that the driver was no stranger.

            The first thing you noticed as the windows rolled down was how Jung Hoseok’s eyes swelled with nervousness.

            “Y/N!” The wheels screeching when he slams the brakes, “There you are, I’ve been looking all over for you.”

            “Hobi, what’s wrong?”

            “It’s Jungkook, he’s in the hospital. You have to come with me before it’s too lat-” It doesn’t take another word from Hoseok for you to rush into the car. His movements halts when he saw how easily complied you were.

            “What are you waiting for, Hobi?” You frown at him, “Let’s go!”

            Without a moment to lose, the engine growls under the influence of the accelerator. The car cruises along the streets without any signs of traffic, and for once you appreciate the fact that you lived in this quiet college town. Hoseok continues driving without a word, as his eyes keep shifting between you and the road in front, like something was on his mind. “Hobi, if you don’t keep your eyes on the road – we’ll be the ones joining Jungkook in the hospital,” you threaten.

            Hoseok laughs nervously, “R-right. Just one thing, Y/N.” – he gives you another glance – “About Jungkook’s condition, I may or may not have overreacted a little…”

            “What?” You frown at the usually sunshine-radiating man, who is currently recoiling from your intimidation. “Did you lie to me?

            “No!” Hoseok defends himself, looking rather offended that you held such little certitude in him. “Jungkook did get admitted…just–” The car slowly comes to a stop when the light turns red at the intersection, as did his explanation. “Please don’t get mad at me – it wasn’t my idea.” Hoseok speaks so rapidly that you couldn’t even give a reply before he dashes out of the car. A few seconds pass where you sit just there, blinking at the empty seat where Hoseok was just at. When the car door opens again, a familiar figure slips inside at the exact moment the traffic light turns green, hitting the accelerator to bring the car into motion again.

The awkward silence sets in the atmosphere, with neither one of you speaking a word. Jeon Jungkook grips the steering wheel as his eyes keep ahead, unsure of how to start the conversation. The two of you keep your mouths shut, as the car peacefully drives along the streets. Unable to hold it in any longer, you were about to tell Jungkook to let you get off the car when something else captures your attention. You feel your heart clenching at the sight of the gauze on the right of his forehead, with a hint of dark red seeping through. Without thinking, you reach for the spot of his injury – fingertips gently brushing the sides of the dressing.

            “Does it hurt?” You whisper softly, and his mouth slightly gaps before shyly smiling at you – with a small shake of his head. The reminiscence of the orange glow follows, with the rays of the sun tenderly kissing the surface of his skin.

            You are so in love with Jeon Jungkook. His smile brings you to realize that nothing else mattered as long as he was happy, which is why you decided to support his relationship with Daeun.

            “I’m sorry.” Jungkook breathes, taking one of his hands off the steering wheel to hold yours. “I’m so sorry for what I said – they were all so untrue, and I’m a complete asshole for saying that to you. All you were trying to do was to look out for me but I-I was just-”

            “It’s okay, Jungkook.” Your hand tightens around his own. “I forgive you.” Upon hearing your words, Jungkook looks at you in mild surprise before the grin that can outshine the brightest of stars appears on his face. Quiet and soft giggles escape his lips, unable to stop looking away from you.

            “What? What’s so funny?” You ask him, raising your eyebrow in confusion.

            “Nothing.” He chuckles again, “I’m just really happy right now.” You feel a warm squeeze in your hand, and it jolts you at how in love the two of you were behaving right now. You scoff, leaning on your side of the window to look away before Jungkook can see the red tinge flushing your cheeks. It was then when you realized that the view of small town buildings was no longer there, replaced by a beautiful coastline – where you can finally see the sunset in its entirety.

            Your body jumps in excitement as your hands slam onto the dashboard, your reaction making the boy beside you emit laughs that chimed like morning church bells. “You planned this, didn’t you?” Your words came out more as a statement than questioning Jungkook himself, who feigns innocence by shrugging it off.

            “I know that you’ve been saying how you’ve missed the sea since starting college here.” Jungkook explains, occasionally taking a peek to admire the ocean as well. “You don’t know how long I have been nagging Hoseok hyung to lend me his car to do this.”

            “So, what did you promise him in exchange for this favor, Kook?” A teasing glint appears in the corners of your smile, making Jungkook groan at the reminder of this trade.

            “He’s making me join his dance club next year. I have to balance between my art projects, football, Alpha Sig events, and now – dancing.” Jungkook pauses before giving you a quick glance and looking as if he remembered something. “Oh! And babysitting you, of course.”

            You angrily slap him on the arm, encouraging his laughter to become even louder. “Jeon Jungkook! Have you forgotten how to respect the elderly without me being around for the past week?” He cracks up like your words were the funniest thing he has heard for months - before catching your hand once again and the atmosphere in the car goes from playful to serious.

            “I missed you so much, Y/N.” Jungkook’s voice was calm, but was so heavy with emotions that you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. “You have no idea how brutal the past week has been for me.”

            With a soft smile at your lips, you reply, “Yeah – me too.”

[sweetnight]

mija’s instagram ft. taeyang | @myeuphcria

009. ok yes, my hair is red again, let’s move past it ok 008. practice time. 007. date night 🥰 006. come over, he said. we haven’t hung out in forever, he said. let me stay on my phone the whole time and ignORE YOU, HE SAID. 005. the things i do for them 🙄 004. soft 🥺 003. is this cute enough for u guys or 002. i may or may not have yelled “why are yOU SO TALL?!??” at daeun but idk it’s a mystery 001. forever with you ❤️

[itsacriime]

It was just Daeun's luck, getting stuck with an emotional drunk in the middle of the night. Crying over a breakup, of all things. Sighing to herself, she locked the door back and led Layla by the wrist to the sofa. "Better you ended up here than in an alleyway or something." Daeun was not the right person to properly deal with this. But she was thankful that Layla seemed to physically be okay. "Do you feel nauseated at all?" Daeun stepped out of the room long enough to retrieve a glass of water, offering it to Layla once she returned. "Pity parties aren't exactly fun. And I'm sure whatever happened... you know, fuck them."

Her world felt like it was spinning, almost as if she had just come off of a tilt-a-whirl ride at the fair. She managed to load herself into a taxi and give an address. It just so happened that it wasn't her address. When the door opened and she heard the question, it took her a moment to process it before shaking her head. Layla had no idea what time it was, or what day it was, to be fair. The alcohol had fully consumed her mind. "No, m'sorry," she slurred out, moving slowly into the apartment once she had been given silent permission. "I gave your address by mistake, driver left before I realized..." Layla trailed off, looking at Beam with an apologetic look. "I was throwing myself a pity party... I got royally dumped and embarrassed," she blabbed, the emotions getting the best of her whole her eyes teared up.

[fadinglights]

"that's  not  what  i  asked."  elijah  points  out,  eyes  narrowing  at  the  way  she  is  evading  his  question.  it  pains  him  that  she  has  suddenly  decided  to  end  their  relationship  when  it  was  going  well  —  or  at  least  he  thought  so.  however,  it  feels  futile  to  try  to  argue  with  her  when  her  mind  seems  to  be  already  made  up.  "...  if  you  really  think  so."

       "  i  ...  "   pausing  a  bit,  finding  it  hard  to  produce  any  words  to  the  male  at  that  very  question,  and  ended  up  just  shrugging  instead.   "  we  worked  good  as  friends  as  well,  you  know.  "   side  stepping  the  directness  of  elijah's  questions,  as  daeun  found  it  difficult  to  lie  to  him  about  her  actual  feelings  for  him.

[eventied]

[REVERSE] [EXHAUSTION]

[ EXHAUSTION / REVERSE ]: daeun, surrounded by nothing but uncomfortable places to rest in, finds a solution by sitting in the kijoon’s lap in order to rest and possibly sleep.

rodeos are tiresome. something about looking at big men and hot women mount horses and rambunctious cattle really wears a guy out. it could also be that daeun had been on the phone until odd hours of the night, but details aside, they were tired. it was all over them, an accessory not often worn by the blonde, unusual in the way it weighed on his eyelids and his posture.

the initial offer was accepted when he remembered the mechanical bull. the two were sworn enemies, their bad blood going back to when a stringy teen daeun was thrown off and given embarrassing whiplash just a few days after turning nineteen. they’ve since mastered the thing, made the machine his bitch in the years in between, but their energy at the moment ? eek. not all there. they’d have to try another time.

for most of the show they sat with their elbows on their knees and their chin in their palm, thighs pressed to kijoon’s on one side and someone else pressed to his other. some friend of his neighbor- they all blur together when they’re as lackluster as them. yawn. actually, double yawn. sorry to kijoon. who knows if you think you keep sexy company. does he think his friends are hot ? what does he even like ?

that aside, it’s over now and daeun drags himself up with a big, big stretch, baby tee rising high high when his arms go above his head. people start to exit the bleachers at a pace reserved specifically for someone who comes to these things often and daeun is far from that. it must show as he teeters and totters down with the way kijoon steadies him. a hand on his elbow and a finger hooked in a belt loop, he’s in safe hands and they stay like that. through the big crowd and until they make it to the dirt lot. daeun leans into kijoon as a wordless thank you before they all hop in the bed.

if you can’t hang, there’s the door or whatever kellin quinn says. daeun is dozing. he can’t help it ! the sun is low and the summer air is a warm embrace and a gentle whisper in his ear. these little joys aside, the metal of the truck bed bites the bones of daeun’s butt, making him shift and scoot and rouse from sleep over and over. their elbow has definitely slipped from the protrusion where the wheel juts into the trunk. it’s just uncomfy all together. maybe sleepy eyes connect dots that aren’t there but kijoon is all too inviting still. as always, actually, like some lighthouse on an unclear shore. some days daeun is the evil little siren causing trouble in his waters and other, rarer, times they are a castaway lost and floating.

it isn’t immediate, daeun in his lap, but it isn’t a surprise when he gets there. they start by swinging their legs over kijoon’s, dirty denim on dirty denim, with feet that would be rubbing together to self soothe just dangling in roper boots too clean and too sparkly to be taken seriously. daeun mumbles and picks at straw that pokes their back through their thin shirt, flicking it off in the direction of their company. they boo and sip their beers, skin flushed from heat and warmed from the alcohol.

conversations serve as lullabies, from school to work to travel, it’s all white noise to daeun’s dozing. the final straw is their head bobbing and snapping up, bonking against the metal in the process. a wounded noise and a grumble later, daeun is nosing into kijoon’s bicep. outside and perspiration and his grandmother’s laundry detergent cling to kijoon and put daeun at ease as he scoots his butt along the bed of the trunk until he’s successful halfway there. kijoon is under a little bridge, daeun’s legs bracing him almost like a seatbelt before he fully commits to getting comfy. unfortunately it takes a lot of gusto that a sleep hazed daeun does not have right now to look at kijoon properly during all of this. could blame it on the sun kissing the horizon and its stray rays, could pin it on the eyes of kijoon’s posse, whatever you choose; it’s applicable. and pointedly avoidant. daeun has yet to realize, but shhh … he’s tired.

[boysinthecity]

Reverse Heroine | IV

parts: ➳ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 / ?

a supposedly only 2 part fic ft. fuckboy!jungkook x reader

summary: because platonic love is underrated

genre: college au, fluff/angst 

word count: 5.4k

a/n: its been too long. but i’m finally back to writing! that’s if anyone is still up for reading this 👼🏻 anyways, please let me know how u feel about this chapter! also i didn’t proofread.

             “Hey-”

             “Hey!”

             You stop in your footsteps when you feel a hand land on your shoulder, meeting eyes with Jungkook – who’s catching his breath when he calls your name. With a small smile on your lips, you pull your earphones out of your ear.

             “Sorry, I – uh -” You gestured at the white earbuds, “couldn’t hear you.”

             Jungkook flashes his signature bunny grin, giving you a brief shake of his head. “It’s fine.” He looks down on the floor for a short second, before meeting your gaze again. “So, um - you suddenly left yesterday-”

             Memories from yesterday flood in. After the realization of your growing affections for the boy, it was painful to witness Jungkook look at Daeun like she was his world, his everything. You were getting ahead of yourself again, false expectations of something more. Jungkook has always seen you with a friend, he never did anything that made you believe otherwise. No, you couldn’t ruin your friendship with him like that, you couldn’t betray Jungkook.

             “Oh – I got a text from Tae, saying he needed my help for something.” Words flow out smoothly as you lie without hesitation.

             Jungkook’s eyes flashes with worry, “Did something bad happened?” He takes a step closer and a rush of guilt hits you for lying to his face. “Are you alright? Yo- you didn’t get hurt or anything, right?”

             You quickly shake your head, dismissing any uneasiness that was lingering in his mind. “It was nothing important! He was just asking me about the-” You pause, quickly saying out the first thing that pops in your head “-physics assignment.” You start nod repeatedly, hoping that you can convince him more than you convinced yourself.

             “I see…” Jungkook mumbles, looking away to quickly scan the walking crowds on campus grounds. You stall for a moment, scolding yourself that you have to stop acting so weird before Jungkook realises that something has changed.

             “Are you okay, though?” You ask, sincere eyes peering at him. “Your talk with Daeun, I’m guessing that it all went well…?” It was hard to miss how Jungkook’s lips pull into a grin again, beaming with happiness. There was no doubt that the boy had been waiting to discuss about this topic with you. That’s what you are good for – when he had girl problems.

             “I thought about it, Y/N. I really did.” He tells you, “From now on, I’m going to really focus on being her friend again – someone that she needs. And whatever feelings I have right now, I’m sure they’ll go away eventually, you know?”

             “Right…they’ll go away…” Your voice echoes after Jungkook, telling yourself the same exact words. You need to pull yourself out of this tangled web of suppressed feelings before you sink in even deeper. “I’m happy for you, Kook. I really am.” A warm smile is playing on his lips when he hears your response, making you naturally returning the gesture. “By the way, we’re still on for tonight?”

             His eyes widen, before muttering a curse under his breath.

             “….and you forgot.”

             A surge of panic flashes across Jungkook’s features, creating a little knit between his eyebrows. “It-it’s just that I promised Daeun yesterday that we’d do a movie night just like the old ti- I’m so, so, sorry, Y/N. You know how long it has been since we’ve – ”

             It can’t be helped that you could only look away in slight disappointment, trying to focus on the scrambling students in the background rather than the boy in front of you. Jungkook seems to have sense your sudden change of mood, stopping himself immediately.

             “Actually, I’ll just ask Daeun if we can do a raincheck. I promised you first, it’d be unfai-”

             “It’s fine, Kook.” You interrupt him, suddenly feeling bad at how difficult you were making things for him. You told yourself to never be one of those girls, the ones that played mind games and guilt trip people around them. You’ve already decided that you are going to stick by his side as a good friend, and you should follow through. “You go have fun with Daeun, okay? We can just go to the new arcade another today.” A convincing smile plays at your lips, and Jungkook fails to hide the sudden look of relief on his face.

             “You are seriously the best, Y/N.” He wraps his arms around you, so tightly that your laughs end up sounding like you were choking. “I’ll make it up to you next time – I swear. But for tonight, I think you should still go to the arcade, you deserve a break after your exams.” Jungkook suggests, a grin on his lips. “Besides, Taehyung would cry in happiness if he could go with you.”

             “Tae? I thought you said that he was busy when I asked you to invite hi-”

             Jungkook stifles a laugh, eyes shifting away from your gaze.

             “-Jeon Jungkook! You didn’t invite him, again?” Your eyes narrow into slits, playfully slapping the boy on his arm. Jungkook backs away, eyes smiling so hard that you couldn’t even see them anymore. Before he runs away from your flaming wrath of fury, he shouts.

             “I’ll tell Tae to meet you at 8:00!”

             And it turns out that not only was your date late – but it was also different Kim that greeted you.

             Kim Namjoon.

             He was still catching his breath when you felt a tap on your shoulders, finding Namjoon standing before you. Even in a state of frenzy, he still manages to look strikingly handsome – expected no less from the boy who stole your heart in your high school days. He has a small dimpled smile on his lips when he shyly waves to you. You, on the other hand, did not look so pleased at the new visitor.

             “Why are you here?” Your voice was cold, matching the stoic and emotionless expression on your face. “I was told that Taehyung would meet me instead.”

             Namjoon frowns slightly, unable to hide his disappoint at the obvious distance that you’ve casted between the two of you. “Always the coldness, huh?” When he sees your lack of response at his comment, he quickly tries to gather your attention before you can turn your back on him. “I was beside Tae when Jungkook called him, and…kind of overheard about your plans on coming here tonight.” He pauses to take a look at whether you were actually listening or not. “Taehyung was supposed to be the one meeting you here tonight – but then he suddenly remembered about his Zoology midterm tomorrow and was kind of panicking because that kid has seriously not touched a single page of his material since school started but then he was afraid that if he told Jungkook he won’t get another chance to chill with you because Kook can be a little possessive piece of shit at tim-”

             Namjoon halts when he notices your impatience ticking away – he appears to have gone off track, again. He quickly clears his throat, feeling a little jittery under your cold gaze and it’s just always been so entertaining to him how you – someone so small and endearing like you could always make him feel like a young boy with his first love. ‘Pull yourself together, Namjoon. It’s not the time to be reminiscing about how stupid you’ve been to have let this girl-“.  

             “I’m not here to listen about how much of a little shit Jungkook is, because I’m well aware of that already.” You calmly speak, interrupting his train of thought. There were no traces of humor on your face but Namjoon knew – that this was your way of telling a joke. It’s a little peculiar on how you expressed yourself at times but he could almost feel his heart tighten at how adorable you looked in this moment.

             Namjoon chuckles softly before speaking again. “Pretty much, I watched Taehyung have a mini-mental breakdown and offered to go in his place, sincerely.”

             You perch your lips. “Doesn’t seem that sincere considering that you were late for 20 minutes-”

             A brown cup holder with 2 bubble teas appear within your vision, with a slightly flustered Namjoon in the back. “I wanted to surprise you with your favourite drink.” He pauses when he sees the glint in ur eyes and a hint of your smile. “And I already exchanged the tokens for the games.” You look down at his other hand and find a plastic bag with numerous silver coins.

             Namjoon stands still in front of you, eyes glued on the floor - afraid to look up and face the possibility that you were already gone. Instead, a hand snatches one of the drinks and walks past him. Namjoon immediately turns around and finds you raising your eyebrows at him.

             “Well, are you gonna come with? Or…” You take a sip of your drink, attempting to hide your smile.

             “Y-Yeah!” Namjoon almost jumps up with enthusiasm as he follows you close behind.

             By the end of the night, you’ve already lost count of how many times Joon has made you  laugh so hard that you felt tears at the corners of your eyes. To his dismay, they were not intentional - most of them were attempts to be cool but all ended up being the opposite. And with only a few coins left, the both of you decided to try your luck at the claw machine.

             Namjoon almost broke the glass when he walked straight into a machine that had these baby blue koala pillows. You walked towards the other side of the machine and almost squealed at how cute the koalas looked with a soft sleepy smile. You chuckle when you see that Namjoon is still staring at the dolls - cheeks squished against the glass and eyes gleaming.

             Perhaps its moments like these when you remember why Namjoon is your first love.

             “Okay move over, Joon. Let the master show you how its done.” You stretch dramatically and smugly jut your chin forward.

             “W-wait! That’s not how it’s supposed to be! I’m supposed to be the one who-” Namjoon doesn’t even have a moment to react before you give him a light push to slide over. A finger lands on his lips, and he stares at you in mild surprise.

             “Hush, young one.” You whisper under your breath, “I need to be in my zone.” In response, you receive soft laughter emitting from his lips that was soon silenced by your glare.

             “It’s all yours.” He bows at you teasingly. Neither of you spoke another word when you moving the handle, with absolute silence in the background. Namjoon watches in tension as the claw starts moving towards the doll, coming down to pick at the ear-

             And it misses.

             “Argh!” You let out a frustrated grunt. “Stupid Kim Namjoon! You interrupted me with your loud stupid voice!” At this point, Namjoon could only look at you with a loving smile on his lips – he has realised that he was absolutely weak for you. It was unbearable for him to see how damn cute you are. The revelation bring him back to a conversation with Yoongi hyung back in his third year.

             “Honestly, she is just batshit crazy!” Namjoon groans as he slams the door shut, causing a surprised Yoongi to flinch.

             “I’m guessing you’re talking about Jessica?” He resumes munching on the pack of chips in his hands, eyes unfazed as he continues his Nolan marathon.

             “It’s only been like – what, 2 weeks? –  since we’ve started dating and she’s already throwing her temper at me!”

             ‘Damn, Anne Hathaway really does make a good catwoman’, Yoongi thinks.

             Namjoon doesn’t notice Yoongi’s lack of attention so he continues anyways. “I was just asking my classmate, who just so happens to be a female, about our midterm and she gets so fucking jealous about it!” His voice thunders across the entire house, finally bringing Yoongi to cast a glance towards his direction. At this very moment, the new Alpha Sig recruits downstairs shudder in fear at the shouting above. A silent remainder to never piss of the VP Internal – the man is not the composed and friendly person he appears to be.

             “Okay…but –”

             “And the worst part? She does all this in the library where everyone is trying to study!” Namjoon flops onto Yoongi’s bed and groans, oblivious to his friend’s eyebrow twitch.

             Yoongi finally puts his chips down and turns his chair to face the younger man, fingers adjusting his glasses upwards. “First of all,” He blinks, “Get. Off. My. Bed.”

             It doesn’t take another word for Namjoon to quickly slide onto the floor – eyes looking up towards Yoongi, who then grunts in approval and goes back to his laptop screen.

             “Second, you don’t seem to even like the chick that much. Why are you even dating her?”

             “Uhh –” It takes a few moments before Namjoon speaks again. “she’s hot?” His tone sounds unconvincing to Yoongi. “Plus, Prez been telling me that Alpha Sig always goes for the hottest girls. And the Kappas, are the equivalent to hot girls.”

             Yoongi laughs, not the sincere ones – but more of the single “Hah!” that he always does. “So you’re dating a bimbo – who can’t tell the difference between HIV and HPV, to show our equally intelligent President, that you got ‘game’.” Yoongi’s words drip in sarcasm. “Sounds about right, kid.”

             Before Namjoon can further question his friend’s presence in the fraternity, Yoongi speaks up again to defend himself. “Like I said too many times, I’m only apart of this frat for the credentials and the singles room. Also, my fossil of a brother was like the President a few decades ago so I didn’t even need to go through hazing.”

             “Didn’t Joonki sunbae-nim like graduate only two years ag–”

             “As I was saying,” Yoongi interrupts him, “Look Namjoon, if the girl is someone that you truly like, then everything she does will only make you fall for her harder. Even when she’s roasting your head in flames– it’d be cute.”

             Namjoon snaps out of his daze when he realises that there were no more tokens left. He sees you holding the last coin, eyes tightly shut and suddenly widening them. As you insert it into the machine, you’re mumbling some sort of good luck chant and Namjoon could finally understand what Yoongi meant.

             “Yeah, definitely cute.” He whispers.

             You snap your head to the left. “What did you say?” Your attention on Namjoon was short-lived because before he could respond with some lame, made-up answer, the happy tune starts playing from the machine again.

             “One last time, I got this!”

             A little more right…more…mor–perfect!

             You clench your eyes shut to press the button, slightly hesistant to make the final move. And right before you press your finger down, Namjoon stealthily tilts the handle towards the left. Oblivious to the change, you bob your head excitedly along with the music as the the two of you watch the claw coming down and catches the koala right in the centre.

             You let out a squeal that catches the attention of your neighbours, who consisted of other college students releasing their stress on a Wednesday night. Oh yeah, Namjoon was definitely getting some familiar stares. “Joon! I did it!” You jump up and down whilst slapping your hand against his arm. He happily grins at you in return.

             “Yeah, you did.”

             The impatience and excitement running in your blood makes you pick up the pillow before it is even released from the claw. And in your arms, the pillow feels exactly as soft as it looks. As you gently brush your hands against the plushie, you notice that the koala’s smile oddly reminds you of Namjoon himself. It takes a short moment before you remember to hand the prize towards Namjoon. “Here! For you.”

             If you were trying to hide the fact that you really like the doll as well– you failed miserably. The president was not short of being called ignorant by other girls, but let’s just say that the ignorance was selective. Instead, he just playfully pinches your cheeks and softly shakes his head.

             “No, you keep it.” Namjoon pushes the prize back towards you. “You’re the one who got it.”

             “Yeah, but I said that I’d win it for yo-”

             “I have a lot of stuffed animals in my bedroom already. Don’t worry about it.”

             You look up towards Namjoon, “You sure?” He nods in reassurance, lips pulling into a wide grin when you jump up in happiness. If you weren’t so occupied with your newly prized possession, you would be able to see that Namjoon looks at you as if you were the galaxy itself.

             “Come on, let’s go.” He nudges you on the shoulder. “I’ll walk you home.”

             The walk back was calm with a comfortable silence between the two of you. The stars above twinkled in the clear sky. For the first time since forever, you feel as if you can face Namjoon with a smile again.

             Everybody deserves a second chance– you think to yourself.

             Sure, Namjoon is your first love, but he was also your friend and confidant before you let your feelings control the best of you. And whatever that happened in your first year, he already apologised. There shouldn’t be a reason for you to hold onto the past if it only makes you miserable.

             Your thoughts are interrupted when Namjoon clears his throat.

             “It’s your stop.” He tilts his head in the direction of your apartment building– with a smile that has never left his lips for the entire night.

             “Oh, right. Sorry, I was totally dazing off-”

             “Actually, I have something to tell you.” He speaks up again, unsure whether he should continue. But when you are looking at him without a hint of hostility in your eyes, he takes it as sign to keep going.

             “I just– I want to properly apologise for what I did back then.” Namjoon’s eyes stay on your own, unwavering and focused. “I wish I had a good reason, but I really don’t. My judgement was clouded by my peers and– wait no– I shouldn’t blame it on someone else.” His gaze on you lowers, letting his bangs cover his eyes. “I became too engrossed at how others saw me– I wanted to fit in so badly.” A sigh escapes from Namjoon’s lips.

             “Joon, it’s okay. I get it.” You walk towards the boy, fingers softly brushing the hair falling down on his face. “We all make mistakes-”

             “No, Peanut, it’s not okay.” Namjoon gives himself a moment before continuing. “I wanted to be validated by people who wanted me to be someone I wasn’t. So I did things– things that I shouldn’t have done and…hurt the people that meant the world to me.” He takes a short breath in between. “No, they still mean the world to me.” The last part came out as a soft murmur and Namjoon regretted it instantly.

             He needed to tell you how he truly feels about you– no more hiding and being afraid.

             You suddenly feel warmth against your hand, finding Namjoon’s hand wrapped around your own, so tightly as if he was afraid that you would disappear. “I must right my wrongs. And this time, I won’t hesitate to chase after what I want.” His brown eyes pierce into yours and all the uneasiness was now determination.

             “I won’t let you go– not this time.”

             “Just come meet me at the frat house first! The guys miss you, especially Taehyung.” A voice blares through your phone, “I don’t get why you’re suddenly avoiding the place.”

             You let out an unamused grunt across the line. “I just– I don’t wanna.” A few seconds of silence pass through before Jungkook speaks again.

             “Did something happen?” His voice comes out to be a lot more serious, changing the atmosphere of the conversation immediately. “If one of the guys did anything to you, I swear– ”

             “Nothing happened, Kook!” A surge of panic rushes through you, not wanting Jungkook to overreact. “Fine, I’ll come. Meet you in 10?”  You can feel Jungkook beaming in victory across the other line.

             “See you!” He exclaims before you hang up in him.

             The walk to Alpha Sig took less than 10 minutes, but that was considering the fact that you walked in a rather brisk pace. Before you knew it, you find yourself in front of the familiar brown building with white pillars. Upon entering, Jin immediately gives you his warmest smile and greets you.

             “Y/N! It’s been a while. Looking for Jungkook?”

             A nervous smile casts upon your face, hoping not to dwell in the foyer for too long. Jin doesn’t fail to notice how your eyes were dodgy and looking around the house as if you were searching for someone.

             “Or are you avoiding someone?” He teases.

             “Maybe– both?” You reply sheepishly.

             Jin chuckles to himself, amused to the ordeal that you were going through. “He just left like an hour ago, said something about writing his midterm paper.”

             Relief rushes through you as you say thanks to Jin before running up the stairs and heads straight to Jungkook’s room.

             As you close the door behind you, Jungkook bounces up from his bed and comes to you with his signature bunny grin. “You’re finally here!” He sings, “God, that 10 minutes felt like forever.”

             You can’t help but chuckle at how adorable he was. Sometimes you wonder if Jeon Jungkook is the same infamous campus fuck boy that you first met him as –  which brings to you realise, Jungkook hasn’t seem to be sleeping around lately. Not since the two of you have been practically seeing each other every single day. Although the past week has been a little different, with Jungkook sometimes cancelling on you or telling you that he wasn’t in the studio.

             Nonetheless– he was still your good friend.

             “So, Kook,” You walk to his desk chair and sit down. “What do you want to do today?”

             “Actually, I kind of wanted to go to this new vegan place downtown. But I just checked the weather report and it’s going to rain soon.” Jungkook looks like a disappointed toddler who got his candy taken away when he mentions the forecast. “I really wanted to bring you there because I know how much you love that health conscious stuff.”

             “It’s alright.” You reassure him, giving him a soft tickle on the chin. “You know I’d always be down for a movie and delivery.”

             “But we always do that.” Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, “I want to do more– I don’t know– date stuff?” The last part comes out soft, as if he was shy about saying it.

             “Date stuff?” Now this boy was just making you very confused.

             Jungkook scratches his ear, looking a little perplexed. “I mean like, dates between friends.” He speaks quickly, unsure himself of where this conversation was heading.

             “Jungkook, leave all the fun date ideas and whatnot for when you actually start dating someone that you like.” Your tone is laidback and playful. And for a moment, it almost looks like Jungkook’s eyes are brimming with hidden emotions. You quickly brush away any speculations though, because Jungkook would never– yeah, you definitely thought wrong.

             “But when you’re with your good ol’ pal– me. You know I’d be good with just chilling and doing absolutely nothing.”

             “But-”

             “No buts.” You interrupt him, with a sneaky grin on your face. “Now quickly choose a movie and a place where we can stuff our faces with food from.”

             Jungkook looks at you for a short moment before giving you a smile. “Yeah, okay.”

             “I’m going to take a quick shower first, okay? The walk here made me kind of sweaty and gross.” When he gives you a brief nod, you walk into his closet to grab a clean towel. It never fails to amuse you how organised Jungkook was when it comes to doing his laundry. Perhaps you should make him start doing your dirty laundry for you. You grab the one with a giant pig nose print on it – that brat bought it especially for you to use – and head to the bathroom. “You better be done choosing when I’m finished!” You pressure the boy behind you, who just laughs and throws his clean t-shirt in your way.”

             “Aye aye Captain.”

              Stepping out of the bathtub, you pat yourself dry before slipping into Jungkook’s tee and your own sweats. Right before you were about to open the door, you notice that there were voices on the other side. “Is Hobi back?” You mumble to yourself but then realise that it was a female voice. It starts with quiet and unstable sobbing, gradually calming down before the girl whispers her next words.

             “Kookie, help me forget. Please.”

             There is something unsettling stirring inside of you that made you feel like that things are about to go wrong, very wrong.

             Jungkook sighs softly on the other side. “I-I can’t. This is wrong.”

             You didn’t want to intrude on Jungkook’s privacy so you decided that it was best to stay in the bathroom until the matter was solved. It wasn’t like you wanted to eavesdrop into their conversation but they were not exactly being discreet with their voices. Silence fills the air before someone speaks again.

             “It didn’t stop you from the first time.” It was the girl again.

             “Stop mentioning that.” His voice bursts in pain. “I deeply regret for making it happen.” The agony in Jungkook’s voice makes your own heart to ache. And there is only one person you can think of who could make Jungkook suffer like that. “We shouldn’t have done that to J-”

             “Well guess what?” She pauses before screaming the next part. “Fuck Jimin!” You start to hear louder sobs on the other side. “I can’t do this anymore, I should have chosen you instead. You wouldn’t have treated me like this, right?”  

             Jimin? What the hell was going on? All the puzzle pieces come together when you realise that it must be Daeun who was speaking to Jungkook outside, but the conversation was just making you very confused. Your scattered thoughts keep you deeply bothered for a few long minutes, blocking on the noises from outside. You were unsure of when to step outside the bathroom, but you knew that you couldn’t stay in here forever.

             Oh screw it. You turn the knob and push the door open.

             Stepping out of the bathroom, you were definitely not prepared to see what was in front of you. Lee Daeun was sitting atop of Jungkook – the two of them half dressed and passionately making out and with obvious intentions to go even further.

             So this is what Daeun meant by ‘making her forget’.

             “What. The. Actual. Fuck.”

             You don’t even try to conceal the amount of displeasure in your voice, immediately grabbing the attention of the two bodies on the bed. When Jungkook sees you in his vision– it was like he has woken up from a trance – his eyes widen as he cusses under his breath. Jungkook quickly pushes Daeun off of him and sit upright in attempt to gain whatever composure he had left.

             “F-fuck. Y/N, I can explain.” He stutters, flustered and ashamed of whatever that was going on. Jungkook struggles to fix his pants as Daeun sits on the corner of his bed with her head down.

             You were not proud of your bad temper, but at this moment it was really something that you couldn’t control.

             “This really crosses the line, Jeon.” You hiss, no patience to listen to what he had to say. “I didn’t give a shit when you were just sleeping around, but ruining relationships? And atop of that, a relationship between your two close friends?” Stepping towards Jungkook, you refuse to break any eye contact before whispering your next words.

             “Now that’s low.”

             Your statement has undoubtedly stab Jungkook right where it hurts the most. He lowers his head in shame, unable to face you. Instead, it’s another voice that speaks up– one that you were not very fond of.

             “Stop criticising when you have no idea what is going on!” Daeun glares at you from the corner of his bed, eyes red and swollen from the crying. “Kookie has just been helping me with my problems with Jimin.”

             Now you know that it must be your bias speaking, but you just didn’t have the tolerance to deal with Daeun and her little victim act. Not right now.

             “No offence, Daeun.” Your laugh was humourless. “But I wasn’t talking to you.” You seethe. Before she can retaliate, Jungkook shoots a glare at her way to make her quiet down.

             A few moments of silence sits dangerously in the atmosphere. You feel like your mentality was going haywire with all the emotions running inside of you. Anger? Disappointment? Or was it heartbreak?

             Right before you decided that you did not want to be in this room anymore, Jungkook speaks up. He runs his fingers through his hair, looking visibly distressed.

             “Daeun, do you think you can go home first?” He says softly, “I need to talk to Y/N.”

             She nods timidly as she dresses herself and makes her way to the door. Right before she exits, Daeun gives the two of you another glance and leaves.

             When you are positive that she has left, you find yourself releasing a breath that you didn’t know you were holding. Energy strained and tired, you turn your back and start walking towards Hoseok’s bed to sit down.

             To be completely honest, you had no idea how to face this situation. You aren’t sure of how you were supposed to feel in this situation.                        

             ‘You are his friend, nothing more.’ These words loops in your head before you start talking again.

             “Jungkook, I can’t help you get over this heartbreak if you keep walking right into it.” You whisper. “Can’t you see that all of this is really unhealthy?”

             Jungkook finally looks up and makes eye contact with you. His eyes are lost– so fragile as if they will shatter if you were not careful. “She said that she will leave Jimin soon. And-” He smiles weakly at you. “I really believe that-”

             And that pisses you off –  all your attempts to help Jungkook when he didn’t even want to be helped. It was frustrating to watch him put himself in this situation, he deserves so much better. You knew the next words would hurt him, but they were also necessary.

             “If she had the intention of leaving Jimin, she would’ve done it before she start ‘this’ with you! She is using you for her own selfish reasons.” You don’t even realise how fervent your voice has gotten. “You are just her toy, Jungkook.”

             The anger in his eyes almost frightens you, he has never looked at you with so much resentment. Jungkook’s fists are clenched as he starts walking in your direction, stopping when his face was right in front of yours.

             “Why can’t you just be happy for me!” Jungkook has never raised his voice at you like this. “You know what?” He exasperates, “This is why I didn’t want to tell you. I knew you’d judge me like this.” A low growl sits in his throat. “Do you just want everyone to be miserable and pathetic like you?”

             The moment that those words left from his lips, he could feel regret flowing through his veins.

             “Fuck. I-I don’t mean it that wa-”

             His hand reaches out to grab onto your wrists, but before he could – you had taken a step back and the look in your eyes make Jungkook feel disgusted at himself. He is struggling to put the words he actually meant to say together but when he searches for your eyes again, you had already left him alone in his room.

             You slam the door shut behind you, skidding to a stop when you see the boys staring right at you. Jin tries to give you a hug but your hand gently brushes it away. No, you couldn’t break down right in front of them, not when Jungkook was just right behind. Without saying another word to them, you ignored their worried expressions and sprint down the stairs.

             Jungkook was right, it was raining outside.

[sweetnight]

daeun’s instagram ft. seonwu | @myeuphcria

009. soft and snuggly and all mine 🥰🥺 008. late night coffee ❤️ 007. you know when your boyfriend hates you? 006. au natural with my hype man here 🥺 005. babysitting 🥰 004. shooting day 003. my squishy is back 👉🏻👈🏻 002. snuggle buddy while my baby is gone 🥺✊🏻 001. wouldn’t drop him off at the airport if i knew he’d be looking like this???

[eventied]

for  a  moment  kijoon  and  daeun  just  look  at  each  other.  crickets  fill  in  the  gaps  and  he  snorts  at  the  timing  of  it  all.  the  question  wasn't  meant  to  be  so  loaded  but  with  the  way  kijoon  sulks  from  it,  there  must've  been  something  heavy  tucked  in  somewhere  unbeknownst  to  the  one  prying.  daeun  wiggles  free  of  a  blanket  to  get  closer. people.  their  face  contorts  into  one  of  mild  confusion.  why  is  he  here  ?  all  they  can  think  to  do  is  laugh.  realistically,  it  isn't  that  surprising  considering  how  many  people  share  the  sentiment,  like  soeun  for  example,  but  that  doesn't  make  it  make  any  more  sense.  maybe  they're  just  waaaay  too  extroverted.  dismissed,  daeun's  expression  smooths  out.  okay  ! and  kijoon's  shirt  is  off.  okayyyy  ...  daeun  doesn't  look  elsewhere  because  he's  normal  and  not  awkward  and  confident  and,  hey,  what's  this  scar  ?  this  time  he  doesn't  ask,  doesn't  really  have  the  room  to  when  kijoon  is  suddenly sitting  next  to  them.  awesome.  he  smells  like  summer  and  rain  and  whatever  his  cologne  of  the  day  is.  could  just  be  body  wash,  they  don't  know.  does  kijoon  splurge  on  his  self  care  products ?  he  looks  like  he  would.  propping  their  chin  on  their  palm,  daeun  looks  up  at  him  with  lips  pursed.  hmmmm  ...  real  or  rhetorical  ?  blah  blah  blah,  proper  name  proper  name.  seems  real,  he's  waiting  for  an  answer.  ah.  "  mm,  not  yet,  no.  to  both.  i  did  my  time  last  year,  joonie-ya.  i've  been  recycling  my  lesson  plans  from  when  i  had  to  ta  a  couple  years  ago  but  i  fear  i  need  to  lock  in  and  revamp  ...  especially  if  anyone  is  coming  back  for  round  two  of  this. "  this  being  the  camp  and  also  instructor  daeun.  they  blow  a  strand  of  hair  from  their  line  of  vision,  the  tendril  a  terrible  distraction.  " have  you  ever  taught  before ?  is  this  even  something  you  like ? "

there's so many things kijoon could say.

actually, there's a million things taking up the cpu of his overloaded brain right now, rightfully so, that he doesn't realize the furrow of his brow as he needs a moment to not only process just the overload of technology and colors and brightness that daeun's side of the room exudes, but his mind is still so fried from his long ass day that it's taking so much longer for life to catch up with him.

"i — " kijoon freezes, wondering if maybe actually daeun is the type to know more than he leads on. kijoon has only known his cabin mate for about a week, but in the one hundred and sixty eight hours the two of them have been introduced, he already feels like it's been years. daeun is light and airy and what kijoon originally thought was an adderall prescription that was getting them through their days was actually just a natural tendency of his to simply just... need attention. kijoon felt like he was walking on mars when he was around. he'd never met someone so bouncy before — someone so geared up to talk and talk and explain to him the entire lore of hatsune miku's collaboration with pokémon but why she fell off after that. it puts kijoon to sleep, honestly, because being surrounded by so many people at this camp and not having the privacy in his own cabin was draining him.

he runs a hand through his mane, matted from the downpour, shaking the last bits of rain from his ends. "people," he starts; immediately after he says it he realizes the statement could include daeun as well, not intending (this time) for it to, but doesn't bother to correct himself. "there's just... so many of them here." it comes out sounding mildly as-a-matter-of-fact, which again isn't what kijoon is trying to get at, and he runs another quick hand through his hair out of mild frustration. he's just too tired to get into the depths of it. "sorry, never mind, forget it." he waves a hand to quickly dismiss the subject so daeun doesn't get him stuck on it for too long. his shirt is starting to feel too damp, too uncomfortable on his skin and begins to peel it off.

he's known daeun for just enough time that he can scratch the surface with these things but doesn't try to push the subject further. instead, he eyes what's on daeun's screen, wondering just how much time his cabin mate has had to himself all day while he was withering away at training. trying to be funny, he sits at the edge of daeun's bed and asks, "so, did you have a chance to tell anyone what to do today, then? are they having you do any training?"