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kimnjss · 3 years

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unconscious confession | jhs

⤑ series: heartbreaker

⤑ pairing: stoner!hoseok x cheerleader!reader

⤑ genre: fluff !!

⤑ rating: pg13

⤑ word count: 3.4 // unedited

⤑ warnings: use of recreational drugs..!!

⤑ A/N: hiiii! thanks to everyone who has been reading along so far and giving me feedback with each and every update !! i really appreciate it honestly it’s a really big motivator for me. sooo i hope you like this part as well, don’t forget to let me know what you think . and also it’s this hoseok walking around lmao .

OCTOBER 3RD, 2020 | 19:26

Hoseok showed up to the game while the players were still practicing and you and the rest of the squad were in the middle of stretches. He looks effortlessly handsome from the quick glimpse you get before he's slumping down onto the metal. Focus on tucking each crumble of weed into the paper, but he'd occasionally steal glances at you on the field.

And your eyes meet each and every time. He played into the casual feel he wanted to set for tonight, an oversized pale yellow shirt underneath his light denim jacket. The pants he wears matches the jean of his jacket but are covered in rips, hair being held back by a headband. You've never noticed it before, but staring at him from the field when you really should be stretching had you realizing how well he carried himself. All of the time.

Thankfully, you're able to keep focus while you're actually cheering. Ignoring the fuzzy feeling that rises in your chest at the sight of him cheering for you (it's not for the players on the field who are losing, badly). He even waves cutely at you as you're being thrown in the air and you consider ruining your form to wave back. But decide against it, Jimin would throw a fit.

His attention is on you from kickoff through overtime, taking the steps two at a time as the players line up to congratulate the winning team. “Ooh. Here comes your biggest fan,” Jimin points out from beside you, slightly breathless from the back-to-back routines.

You're gulping down mouthfuls of water, so you actually don't see when Hoseok makes his way over to you. Not until Jimin's words are registering and your head is whipping around to catch the wide smile on his pretty face. He doesn't hesitate to drop his arm over your shoulders, easily tucking your body into his side.

Instantly, you're engulfed in the familiar scent of him. The subtle stench of weed masked by his sweet cologne. You've never been around a guy who smelt as sweet as Hoseok always did, used to the overpowering stink of AXE body spray, but you're convinced he's never purchased a bottle.

He's offering a quick nod of acknowledgment to Jimin, which is met with a halfhearted wave as he leans down to tie his laces. “You were pretty cool cheering,” He tries to be nonchalant with his compliment, eyes focused on the sky as he talks. Which is pointless, you already caught the way he had been cheering from the crowd.

“'Pretty cool', that's it?” There's a playful smirk on your lips that he finds way more inciting than he should. But, he's determined to keep his cool in front of you so all he does is lift his shoulders in a slight shrug. “Yeah, pretty cool.” He repeats in the same tone as before.

You don't even bother to mask the snicker that sneaks past your lips. “I put my leg behind my head it was just 'pretty cool'? Maybe you need an up-close demonstration?” It's the one that you use that catches him off guard, highlighting the meaning behind your suggestion.

He stumbles slightly, eyes widening slightly. That was obviously something he's thought about before... respectfully. This wasn't the first time he's seen what your body could do and it never failed to get his mind wandering. Of course, he's thought if he had the chance to sleep with you, would you pull out the same tricks you do on the field. Who wouldn't wonder that with someone they were pursuing?

But, the fact that you were mentioning it. Hinting at it like you were planning for exactly that to happen, that was a whole different ballpark. And it's obvious from the slightly dazed look in his eye, that you can't help but laugh at. Pulling him from his thoughts with the sound of your laugh.

“You're funny,” You say through your laughter, which he's quickly catching on to – soft chuckles leaving his lips.

He leads you all the way to the locker rooms, where he waits outside for you to change out of your uniform and into the sweater and jeans you had picked out for your date. Compliment at the edge of his tongue the moment you're stepping out, arm dropping back down around your shoulder.

While the two of you walk to his car, he fills you in on the hilarious thing Jeongguk did that morning. And you laugh along with him. Like an actual laugh, not one of those forced ones to boost his ego. He's animated as he speaks, gesturing wide and goofy voices tagged as his friend's voices.

You're a few steps from his car when he's rushing ahead of you, pulling the car door open before dramatically gesturing to it. “M'lady,” He says as you pass him and you know he's just kidding, but your heart skips a beat.

There's got to be something wrong with you, you're sure of it. You've been on tons of dates in the past and here you were all warm and fuzzy inside and the date has barely started. It was comforting being around Hoseok, though. As if you've always known him, you hardly had to do any thinking when you texted and it was no different in person.

You can't help but wonder if it felt like that for him too. A connection like that can't just go unnoticed, right? Or maybe you were getting ahead of yourself. “Will you tell me now where we're going?” You're asking as he's settling into the space beside you, tugging his seatbelt around his waist.

“I won't tell you until we're there.” You had spent the entire night before trying to guess where he was taking you, which was no use. The shrug emoji was a favorite of his you were quickly realizing. “It's really cool, though. You're gonna like it,” He says with a grin.

If that was supposed to ease your curious mind, it does the exact opposite. A place he was sure you were going to like? How would he know? Talked for seven days straight, but that's only one week. Do you really know what someone likes after one week?

Hoseok's quiet the entire car ride, a small smile playing on his lips as he drives. You're too busy striking out possible date locations to make any conversation, so the soft sound of his music is the only noise that fills the car. He's humming along to the beat, fingers tapping against the steering wheel, hair being swept by the wind. He's something out of a movie, it's hard to really focus on anything else.

Ten whole minutes pass of you shamelessly admiring his profile before he's shoving the car into park. “We're here,” Arms stretched out in front of him and your eyes squint, figuring you're missing something. “Where's here?” You're asking when you can't find the answer for yourself.

Hoseok lets out a small laugh, hand reaching to unbuckle his seatbelt. “You gotta get out to see it,” He's at your door seconds later, pulling it open and offering his hand out to you. Which you take, allowing him to pull you from the warmth and into the night wind. With his fingers laced with yours, he leads you away from the car.

You were standing on a cliff and the closer you get to the edge, the prettier it gets. Lights from the city below twinkling, but it looks so quiet. “You can see everything up here,” His fingers are still laced with yours, forgotten between you. “Right. I like to come here sometimes and just look,” Even with the endless conversation the two of you shared throughout the week, there were still quite a few things you didn't know about him.

Like the fact that he had a spot or the reason, he felt like he needed one in the first place. “How come you wanted to have our date here?” Aren't spots supposed to be private? Wouldn't showing you where he goes to 'just look', take away from that?

All at once, he's becoming all too aware with the warmth of your hand in his. The small tingle he feels throughout his palm that he had done a good job at ignoring up until now. It's the reason he's wiggling his fingers from your grasp and shoving his hand into the front pocket of his jeans.

He's plopping down on the rock with a thud, shoulders shrugging. “I don't know. Sometimes when we talk, I feel like bringing you here. So I did.” He's trying to be cool and you're not too sure why. There's a code in his words that isn't at all hard to read. He wanted to bring you here, let you in on a piece of him and no matter how nonchalant he tried to act about it, that's what it was.

So you're lowering yourself to sit beside him. From his pocket, he's pulling out a pre-rolled blunt and tucking it between his lips. He's quick with lighting it, taking his time with inhaling. “I don't really go on dates like that, you know. I mean, I do... but I don't. When I take girls out, it's like a gratuity, you know? But, I like talking to you and I wanted to show you something cool too. So I brought you here,”

His free hand rests on the ground behind you, inadvertently pulling your body closer to his. “Do you like it?” There's a bit of hopefulness in his voice that's hard to miss.

You're smiling brightly up at him, nodding your head to rid him of any confusion. “I like it. It's really pretty. Thank you for showing it to me,” Just your smile was enough to have the flutter starting up in his chest, but the way you talked to him? He'd turn into a blubbering fool if he wasn't careful.

He extends his hand, wordlessly offering the smoke out to you. And you're assuming that he just wants you to hold it for a second, so you pluck it from his fingers. And wait. He's snorting out a laugh at the patient look on your face. “You gonna hit it or...?”

“Oh! Uhm... no?” He's quick with pulling it from your fingers at the rejection, no desire to waste anything. “Why not? Are you like a good girl or something?” He teases, words coming through a cloud of smoke.

You're letting out a scoff, eyes rolling at his words. “No. I'm an athlete. My body is my most important instrument. Which includes my lungs,” He's bursting out laughing at the snootiness hidden in your tone. A loud laugh contagious laugh that could probably be heard throughout the entire city.

“Well, excuse me,” He speaks through your dying laughter.

With his arm resting behind you, you're naturally leaning into his side. The calm of the night and having him so close has a warm feeling settling in your chest, so much so that it's hard to contain the smile that has spread onto your features. Sitting in comfortable silence and watching the city below and it doesn't feel weird.

Content with just being around him and that's something you've never felt before. Whether or not he was feeling it too was lost on you, his focus on moving the blunt to and from his lips, a cloud of smoke forming above your heads.

“You see that greenish building?” You're pointing a little ways ahead of you. He has to lean forward and squint to see what you're referring to but nods once he spots it. “That's my middle school,” Punctuating your words with a grin up at him.

His fingers move to flick his scraps into the window, his body moving closer to you now that his focus wasn't split. “What was Middle School Yn like?” His free hand fidgets with the pebbles on the other side of his body, the other resting over your shoulder.

“Middle School Yn?” You repeat with a laugh, head tilting to the side as you're brought back to what you were like in middle school. Nothing like how you've turned out. “She was... different?” You're laughing again, planning on leaving it at that.

But, he's got this expectant look on his face, waiting for you to go on. So you do. “I kept to myself mostly, didn't have many friends. Not nearly as confident as I am now. I read a lot and did my homework. That's it,” He doesn't seem shocked or even surprised by the fact that you weren't always this popular magazine cut-out creation of yourself.

He doesn't even bat an eye, simply nodding at your words. “So you were a little nerdy?” His words don't come out in the rude unconvinced way that you've heard before when showing your past yearbooks. It's more like he's trying to get an image of what you looked like back than despite anything else.

“You could say that,” He's nodding, brushing the dirt from his hands. “Cute. Middle School me would've had the biggest crush on you.” Hoseok speaks as if it's just another fact like his words don't have a flutter shooting through your chest.

And with how sure he was that you two would've hit it off in middle school, you can't help but become curious. “What were you like back then?” You try to picture what a younger version of him would look like. How he'd act. Probably still cool, unbothered by most things that would usually send kids into a rage.

Your imagination doesn't get too far before he's answering. “I was a bit of a hothead... always wanted to fight someone. I was sensitive and emotional, so I argued a lot with whoever. I had a ton of friends, though. But looking, they were probably just afraid of not being my friend.” He laughs so you offer up a small giggle.

Your hand had been mindlessly resting on his thigh before, fingers tracing patterns into the fabric of his jeans as he speaks. “So why do you think you'd have a crush on me?” From the way he described himself, it seemed like you two wouldn't even sit by each other – let alone be close enough that he'd develop a crush.

He's shrugging at your words, an action that you've quickly realized is his favorite. A way to give off nonchalance, but looking close enough it's not hard to detect the light blush that dusts over his cheeks. “You said you were quiet. I think I would've liked being around you. Listening to you talk... like now,” His arm drops from your shoulders to wrap around your waist, using his grip to pull you closer to him.

“Think if I met you then or now, I'd still be into the way you smile... or the pretty way you roll your eyes when you're trying to act annoyed. And yeah, just you.” His hand reaches for yours in his lap, loosely twisting your fingers with his. “Any version of me would like you,” It's so soft, you're not sure if that last part was meant for you to hear.

His eyes are focused out in front of you, not even slightly looking like someone that just confessed. So you ignore it, summing it up as a slip of the tongue. You don't comment, but that doesn't stop the butterflies from taking over your stomach.

All at once, you're being met with the undeniable urge to kiss him. Just to see what it feels like. Throw out the self-proclaimed challenge you set for yourself because Arya was probably wrong. You've spent the entire night with the guy, he cheered you on from the crowd, brought you to his spot, and now this... unconscious confession. The fact that he liked you was on his mind so much that he was saying it without even realizing it.

You found it extremely hard to think someone like that would have the wrap sheet he was given. Or, maybe he did in the past... but with you it was different. Why else would he take you here, invite you into his space and talk to you the way that he has if it wasn't anything different? Right?

Right.

So before you can talk yourself out of it, you're tilting your head to the side to face him. “It's pretty here, huh?” Voice much softer now, you've taken control of the fiddling of fingers. Twisting yours around him and occasionally brushing your nails against his skin. It's subtle enough to be taken lightly but just enough to leave his skin tingling.

He's quick to pick up on your change of demeanor, brows raising in slight surprise, but he doesn't say anything. In fact, he's following your lead, leaning his body in closer to yours. “Mhm. Quiet too, nobody really comes over here,” His fingers tug at the belt loops in your jeans, tongue pushing out to wet his lips.

“That's good,” Your breath brushes against his lips as you speak, eyes dropping to his lips. He doesn't say anything else, gently pulling his fingers from your grasp just so he can spread his palm on the side of your neck. And then his lips are crashing down onto yours, hand holding your head in place.

Hoseok kisses you slowly at first, mouth molding with yours. But it's not long before he's brushing his tongue over your lips, testing the waters before he's plunging in. Fingers pressed into his jeans, you try to keep your head from spinning as his tongue pushes against yours. He tastes earthy... but a little sweet. It's intoxicating.

With two hands planted firmly on your hips, he's easily lifting you onto his lap. The movement so fast it's forcing you to break the kiss, a squealed laugh breaking the kiss. Which he meets with a wide grin, reaching to push your hair from your face. Slowly, he drags the tips of his fingers over your jawline, until he's holding your chin between his thumb and index finger.

“I really like your lips,” He says through a groan, leaning in to cover your mouth with his once more. Hands dropping to cover the curve of your ass, pushing your body further up on his lap so your hips collide. You can feel his half-hard cock pressed against your thigh and it takes everything in you not to grind your hips forward.

The feeling of his cool hands slipping underneath your sweater has a shiver running down your spine. Body reacting to the way his fingers climb up your skin, grazing over the underwire of your bra. His teeth tug at your lower lip and you feel the twitch of his cock hardening as his hands slide underneath.

Your slow with pulling back, not fully wanting to pull away – but knowing if you didn't stop now you wouldn't be able to convince yourself later on. It's cute, though, the way his lips chase yours as you put distance between the two of you. When he's not tasting the peach of your lip gloss, his eyes flutter open.

Two large hands resting over your breasts, cheeks matching the color of his eyes. “You don't want to?” He looks genuinely confused, like someone not wanting to sleep with him right away was some foreign concept. Still, he's pulling his hands from the inside of your shirt, resting them behind him.

“Not yet,” He nods, glossy lips spreading into a smile. “Okay,” He leans up to press a reassuring kiss to your nose before he's sliding you off of his lap. And then, without missing a beat he's saying. “I bet I can name more constellations than you,” Completely wiping away any possibility of an awkward moment rising.

Challenging you with a smirk on his face and the comfortable atmosphere you had been in before is quickly returning. “Yeah, okay.” He's stretched out on the ground so he can look at the sky properly and you're quick to lower yourself beside him.

And just like that, you're pointing out clusters of stars, laughing at the ridiculous names that you come up with. Your head pressed to his shoulder and his arm wrapped around you. You don't even notice as the hours tick by.

— you’re just his type. so it’s no surprise when all of his time and effort goes into making you his. though, they’ve always said… you only want it because you can’t have it.

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xpeachesncream · 3 years

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bands | sixteen

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summary: jeon jungkook has it all: the looks, the fame, the money, the women. being considered the sexiest man in the industry, he finds no complaints about the way his life is going nor does he find any reason to apologize for the way he approaches it. he is a force to be reckoned with - until he meets you.

pairing: stripper!reader x idol!jjk

genre: (18+) strip club/nightlife au, post grad au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 5.0k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, angst, anxiety, alcohol consumption, slight intoxication, physical abuse, slight verbal abuse, belittling, mentions of cuts/wounds but nothing too graphic, mentions of coke

tags: @brightcolorsoffendme @min-nicoleee @eggbutnotyolk @ra-mun-e @miinoongi @jimidol @ppeachyttae @thebeebi @bluesharksandfish @kooafraid @liriaus @thisartemisnevermisses @ggukkieland @preciouschimine @sunniejinnie @cypheruby @cyb3rbab3 @masterlists101 @awhnamjoon @redhedhoseok @wooya1224 @taeismydeath @jikookiekosmos @un2-verse @aynsx @wearenot7withu @knjeuphoria @bringitseijoh (closed!)

Jungkook laid on the dorm couch, legs sprawled out as he wore his hood and covered his face as much as possible. He shut his eyes, trying to make sense of the cryptic texts you had sent him.

"We shouldn't do this anymore."

"I can't do this, Jungkook."

"You don't deserve this."

"I'm only trouble."

"We aren't going to work."

He repeatedly called you, asking for an explanation, a way to help make things better because none of this should have been the reason for you to want to call it 'quits' like that. He asked for you to talk to him. He'd call and after two rings, it'd bring him straight to voicemail. It never failed. Indeed, there was much more to the text but he only fixated on a few lines, and those few lines seem to be circling his head time and time again with no sign of leaving him alone.

"I think I'm falling in too deep and I need to stop this while I can. You hear them, you hear the shit they say. I would never let them ruin you, I don't want them to. You deserve better. Maybe it's true that I don't fit into this."

It frustrates him, every single time. Where the hell did he go wrong? Why was there a sudden change? Something was off, and god forbid if his assumptions were right. But, everything was leading right back to it. The way you called in sick, the way you shut everyone out. The way you texted him these things, wouldn't pick up his calls just to tell him you're busy or whatever the hell it was. It didn't sound like you. It didn't seem like you at all.

All things led right back to the club. To Bigs. Where you felt high and mighty. Wanted. Like no one could ever hurt you the way they did outside of the club because they worshipped you in there. They knelt down to you. The way you were so fucking tough there. He knew this is where you would fall back if things got rough. He couldn't help but think that you had been forced into it though, because he knew you didn't give a shit about that anymore. Ah well, forced or not, it just felt so off. Unusual.

"Hey." Namjoon sits on the floor near Jungkook's head. "You good?" He asks even though he's fully aware he's not. Joon hates those people who ask if something's wrong when clearly, something is wrong — however, he wasn't really sure how else to open up this conversation without coming off too pushy or forward. Too insensitive, even.

"Nope."

"What's going on?" Jungkook sighs as he tries to lower his hood even more, although there's no more of his hood to lower. He keeps his hand on his face, trying his hardest to keep himself together.

"I don't know." Now, going back to earlier — everyone can tell Jungkook isn't happy. They've tried to butter him up and make him feel better even though they knew you were the only person who could truly make him happy again. They've tried to talk to him in one way or another, but they never forced him if he didn't want to. The only person that really hasn't said much was Jimin, and that also pisses him off because if he had anything to do with this, he will surely fuck him up for ruining his happiness.

"You hear from Y/N? She still sick? Does she need anything?"

"She's not sick."

"Hm?" Joon slightly turns back, confused.

"Something else is wrong."

"Like what?"

"She's not picking up my calls. Not answering my texts the way she normally does. When she does, it's super blunt or one worded."

"Maybe she's really not feeling well, or just caught up with things—"

"No, hyung. I know her, she always has her priorities straight. Even if she was sick, she wouldn't do this. She wouldn't go as far as to shutting her own brother out."

"Idol life too overwhelming? I get it." Jimin jokes as he walks into the kitchen, making Jungkook shoot his head up to glare at him.

"The fuck, can you not? I don't see why you feel the need to joke around right now."

"Jeez, sorry. I just thought I'd lighten up the mood somehow."

"Come on, dude." Namjoon looks at him with disappointment, Jimin only returning the gesture by rolling his eyes and walking away. "How can I help you?" Joon asks, returning his attention back to Jungkook.

"Maybe I was being selfish bringing her into all of this. These people— they're fucking mean, and she's already had her fair share of dealing with mean people. How am I supposed to protect her all while not feeling selfish about it?"

"You're not selfish, who told you that?"

"Jimin." That's like strike.. whatever to Namjoon at this point. Why the hell was Jimin being so fucking weird?

"Look, I know it's not easy in this industry. But I think what you can do is prove to her that you won't hurt her, especially with everyone around her doing nothing but hurting her. You need to show her that you're different from the rest of them, that she can fully trust you. If I were in her shoes, to be honest, it would be scary for me. You got a whole lot of shit going on in your life. You're expected to provide a lot, and on top of that, you haven't had the best reputation with women."

"Yeah, I hear you."

"Then, nothing else matters. You keep fighting for her if she really matters to you. Does she?"

"Of course she does, I mean, can't you tell? I've never been this way over someone." Joon nods.

"You sure as fuck haven't. It still catches me and the guys by surprise. But, I'm happy to see someone helping you become a better person. She's been nothing but genuinely sweet, and I know she already does a hell of a job taking care of you."

"She's— I don't know. She's become so important to me."

"I know she has, and I'm happy to hear that. I really am." Joon sighs. "So tell me, what can I do? I hate seeing you like this."

"Well, I'm sure as hell not allowed at the club. Bigs will do anything to get back at me for what I did to him. He won't hesitate."

"I won't let him. We won't. You really think she went back?" Jungkook nods.

"Positive. Something doesn't feel right. It feels weird. And I feel like she was egged into this. I don't like it one bit."

"Want me to go check out the club tonight?"

"Yeah, please?" Jungkook says. "But don't be too obvious. Bring Jin hyung or someone who could use a lap dance or two."

"Sooo Jin hyung?" They chuckle.

"Yeah, exactly."

"And if she's there?"

"Then I'm going straight to her tomorrow night. I just need to make sure I do this right because I don't want her or Kai to get hurt. I'll stay out there if I have to just to make sure she doesn't go back. What else do I have to do—" Jungkook pauses to stop himself because this clearly wasn't you. He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Who the fuck made her do this?"

"Bigs, who else?"

"No, she wouldn't listen to just Bigs. He's definitely working with someone and using shit against her."

"Okay, let's just not assume the worst. I'll head there tonight and drag Jin hyung with me."

"Thanks hyung, I really appreciate it."

"No problem." Joon gently massages his shoulder before getting up from his spot to make his way back to his room.

All Jungkook can think about doing is sleeping more right now. He'll send the occasional text to check on Kai and see how he was doing, but they both worried too much about you and Jungkook would hate to tell him that you ended up going back to the club. He didn't think he would tell him, he didn't think he'd have to because he was gonna make sure to get you out of there before shit hit the roof again. If it hasn't already, and he's hoping it hasn't.

And so when Namjoon and Jin hyung [obviously in need of that lap dance or two] head out to the club, Jungkook stays in his dorm room, suddenly feeling the adrenaline rushing through his body even though he can't do shit besides sit here and wait. He goes through the random pictures he's taken of you - the cute, candid photos he had of you, the cute candid photo of you as his lock screen. He deletes all the texts in his inbox even though he knows it might have been a little late. It honestly hasn't mattered to him in such a long time, but he just never got around to wiping his inbox clean since he was so caught up with you - his baby.

"Is this going to turn into some kind of action movie? We bust through the doors, take down all the guards and steal Y/N?"

"No, hyung. Jesus. Do you forget you're an idol? That's probably the very last thing we should do."

"So, what do we do?"

"We just walk in there like we normally do?"

"Boring."

"Plus, we can't have Bigs onto us like that. We have to act like we don't know anything."

"Do you really think he's using something against her?"

"I don't know. I have to be honest though, I think Jimin's involved."

"W-what?" Jin says, furrowing his brows. "No, he can't be."

"Trust me. He always acts so weird around her, and he's probably the one person who hasn't taken this as seriously. He hasn't said anything to Jungkook."

"But why though?"

"I don't know, beats me. I just don't think he respects her. Or, likes her. Whatever it is."

"She hasn't done anything to him though."

"That makes it worse, doesn't it?"

"How could you be so sure?"

"Look hyung, I'm not. I just think he's involved. My gut says so. We'll find out whether I'm right or not, right?"

"I hope you aren't. That'll really mess Kookie up."

"Well. I love him, but he'll have to learn the hard way for butting into someone else's business like that. No matter what the reason is." Namjoon parks the car and fixes his rolled up sleeves before adjusting the Rolex on his wrist. He looks at Jin once more, nodding in approval once they both feel like they've fixed themselves enough to look presentable, not questionable.

Meanwhile, you had just finished up your time on stage so you headed to the back to take a break. Bigs hadn't given you the option to secure private bookings knowing damn well there would be opportunity for Jungkook and some of his boys to slip through and try to work their magic in private. As much as possible, you were just trying to protect Jungkook, even though you knew he wouldn't back down without a fight. You knew Bigs wasn't all that tough, but right now, he seemed to hold a lot of power with Jimin being on his team. And you knew damn well it was Jimin all along. Did you have concrete evidence? No. But your gut feeling might as well be enough with the way he talks to you. Why else would Bigs all of a sudden feel all mighty? Bigs had threatened Jungkook and your brother enough to keep your mouth shut. Enough to keep your attitude level at a 0.

The scene played in your head over and over again—

"I gave you a better life, you ungrateful piece of shit. You do as I say and your little Jungkook and your little Kai won't get hurt. You think I'm scared of them, sweetie? You think I'm scared of you? Your stepfather don't give a damn about you two. I can easily send my men down to do their magic, especially after how Jungkook treated me. Is that how he repays me after all the special treatment I've given him?" Mr. Bigs hunched over you. "You two wanna play me like a fool, I'll show you two what it's like to be played like a fool." He pulled on your hair before aggressively releasing and spitting to the side.

There was no way they would get dragged into this. Not anymore. They didn't deserve to be included in this no matter what it was.

Boy, did you miss Jungkook. Everything about him. It took everything in you not to come running back. It took everything in you not to answer those calls or texts like you normally would.

You chose him, every single time. You wish he knew that. Him and Kai.

You sighed, sipping on the flask you snuck in. The alcohol relieving you of any pain, helping you feel numb as the night goes on. You didn't want to feel tonight, you just didn't. Why would you, when everything had just been hurting you lately?

You had just finished dancing out on the main stage, throwing your ass back to some Megan and Cardi. A few other dancers were gathered at a vanity, sneakily sniffing lines of coke while Bigs and his men were busy paroling the main stage.

"You want some of this, sis? In celebration of you coming back?" One of the other dancers smirks at you. You simply shake your head no and return to the flask in your hand.

"I'm good, thank you."

"Alright, well it's here if you want it. Just let me know, babe." Her and the other dancers go back to their business on the vanity. However, another dancer continues to eye you, sympathy filling her expression as she approaches you while you sip on your flask once more. You were starting to feel pretty tipsy again, hoping you could just hide out in the back 'till the very end of your shift.

"Y/N." She says, her hand gently on your arm. "You okay?"

"I'm good." You purse your lips together to prevent yourself from tearing up. Those words were triggering for you because you were not okay, whatsoever.

"Why did you come back, babe?" She genuinely asks, worried about you. "Did Bigs do something?"

"No." You lied. "Things just didn't work out elsewhere I guess, and I need money."

"Didn't work out? I saw the way Jungkook handled Bigs that night." If anything, she was probably the one dancer who paid attention to the environment around her. Everyone else was oblivious to the shit that's been happening and that's because they didn't give a fuck about anyone else. Her stage name was Trixie, but her real name was Miki. She too didn't really enjoy being here but her parents talked so much about how she was useless and couldn't make it out in the world, especially as a vlogger. She loved it. She loved being in front of the camera and talking to the world thru the lens. But her parents thought it was dumb— that she was dumb for even wanting to grow a career online like that. Besides all of it, she remained sweet, and she was always super nice to you. You wouldn't be surprised if she knew about you and Jungkook, and you honestly wouldn't have a problem with it. She never treated you wrong. She knew Bigs had a tendency to overstep and abuse the power he had with his status and his money. However, she knew he was a big coward and that he was all talk, no play — especially if it was outside of the club. He may be a big honcho here, but outside, he had no chance. And she couldn't wait until the day he'd get his for all the mess he's caused.

"Yeah well, things happen." She shakes her head.

"Y/N, you can talk to me. Look, as much as I love seeing your face, you have so much potential. You don't deserve to be stuck here. Let me help you figure this out."

"I'm okay, Miki. Thank you, though." She nods, not wanting to press you any further.

"Well, I'm here for you." She gives your arm one good squeeze before walking off.

Eventually, the rest of the dancers retreat back out onto the floor, leaving you to hide away in the back room as long as possible — which is why Namjoon can't get a glimpse of you anywhere out in the main area. Bigs is actually a little taken aback to see both him and Jin walking through the club, even after everything that has gone down. But hey, business is business— and if they weren't gonna cause any trouble, so be it. He knows though, he knows full well there's a possibility they're here for you.

"Boys! Long time no see!" He greets them, Joon and Jin giving him a toothless smile in return. "How've you been? What brings you in?"

"Mr. Bigs." Namjoon says, smoothing down his shirt. "Ah, we're good, just getting busy prepping for the tour. Wanted to take a little breather tonight."

"Well, I'm glad you guys came here to do so. Can I get you two anything to drink?" The both of them shake their heads. "Anything to help relieve that stress?"

"We're good, thanks. Just gonna sit out on the floor for a bit."

"You two let me know if there's anything I can do for you, at all." Bigs smiles at them as he begins to watch them walk away. "Make sure she's covered." Bigs slightly turns his head to speak through the headset mic, alerting his men to keep an eye out. He thinks he's said it low enough so that Jin and Namjoon don't hear, but Jin catches the movement in his peripherals, causing him to pinch Joon's bicep.

"Back room." Jin says, subtly nodding towards the backroom as he keeps his gaze out on the main stage and adjusts his tie. Namjoon looks around to see Bigs has welcomed himself to the other side of the club, speaking to a few customers, looking distracted.

"I'm gonna go see if I can talk to her."

"Talk?! You said we were just scoping her out. Don't cause any trouble, Namjoon-ah. Please."

"Oh, now you suddenly don't want this action movie to come alive?! You sure were talking a whole lot about it in the car."

"Since when do you even take me seriously?!"

"I always take you seriously, hyung!"

"How about you just sneak towards the back door and get her attention? You said we can't go all out like that!"

"There's guards there too."

"Look, I just don't want you or Y/N to get hurt. Maybe we should just lay low and figure out how we can approach this better."

"Hey, can I get you two anything?" Miki interrupts, fully aware of who they are and what they're here for.

"No, sweetie. Thank you." Jin responds, flashing his 100-watt smile.

"You looking for Y/N?"

"Depends who's asking?" Namjoon says, trying to keep his guard up.

"Look, I'm not gonna rat you out if that's what you think." She puts her hand on her hip, tray still balancing on her free hand. "She's in the backroom. But there's no way you can get to her. Bigs is watching her for whatever reason."

"Yeah, we're aware. Can you send her a message for me?"

"Sure. You have 10 seconds though or else Bigs is gonna be onto you." She points towards Bigs slowly making his way back.

"Just tell her that Jungkook is worried about her and wants to help. Or, we want to help. We just wanna know what's going on."

"I'll try, but she didn't let up when I asked earlier."

"Thanks." Joon sighs.

"Shoo, I'll find you guys around." She says, sneakily walking off towards the bar with her empty tray as Bigs starts to eye the main floor. Jin and Namjoon welcome themselves to a seat on the side of the stage, acting normal as possible by throwing bills onto the stage for the dancers. Miki tends to her customers before she's setting her tray down and pretending to take a cigarette from her bra to take a quick "break." She heads to the back to see you still sitting at your vanity, head resting against the palm of your hand.

"Babe." You turn to look at her, eyes slightly glossed over.

"Hm?"

"RM and Jin are here. They said they want to help you, and if you can tell them anything, that's all they'd want."

"Miki—"

"Girl, look. Don't let this man keep running your life like this. I don't care what he said or did, this isn't you. You need to get out of here and you need to let people in. People who genuinely care about you." You sigh.

"How is that possible when Jungkook's own bestfriend doesn't even like me? And ontop of that, Bigs even dragged my little brother and my evil ass stepfather into this. I can't let anything happen to him, he's the only thing I have."

"I get that, and I'm sure Jungkook will do whatever it takes to protect you both. Why are RM and Jin here then? Whatever Jungkook's other friend's issue is, he needs to figure it out. It's obviously his own problem, something he created himself for no reason."

"I know he's helping Bigs keep me away from Jungkook. All the hurtful shit in the media, all the shit he's been tossing in my face. Whatever, I get it. He wins. I don't belong."

"Don't say that."

"It's true, and I know even if I chose Jungkook, he'd choose his bestfriend over me. Why would he go against that? They've been together for so long. I'm a fucking nobody." Miki knows this is all the alcohol running through your veins, but at least now, she knows Bigs isn't doing this on his own [as she assumed, he's a fucking pussy for the most part - he's a pussy who got handsy with the dancers cause that's all he can do to feed his ego].

"I don't think that's true, and I don't think it's a fair assumption when he's stayed by your side, hasn't he? He hasn't given up on you." She says before walking out. Really, things were just completely scrambled in your head. Just fucked up. Your questions, your uncertainty was strong enough to pull you towards the negative - the what if's, the assumptions, the rumors, the shit-talking. After all that, the positives were dim.

Miki grabs her tray and serves the first couple of customers in dire need of their drinks before she heads over to Jin and Namjoon to spill the information she received from that conversation.

"She won't budge. It sounds like a lot of this shit talking got to her head, so she came back to make herself feel better but then Bigs ended up turning this around on her, threatening Jungkook and her brother. If I were you, I'd get Jungkook to her before she can even come back here. Make sure her brother is with him too. Bigs is all talk but being the guys that you are — I wouldn't take any chances to ruin your reputation and all that." She smacks on her gum. "And I hate to tell you this, but one of your little friends has been working with Bigs. I don't know who, but you better let that little shit know he was wrong for getting in her head like that. She deserves way better." She says with a punch of attitude before walking away.

"Jimin?" Jin mouths out to Namjoon, who only shrugs in response.

"Let's go." Namjoon tosses a couple of more bills before they head out.

"Have a good evening, boys." Bigs yells out, causing the two of them to return a tight-lipped smile.

"Are we going to tell Kookie about Jimin?"

"No? Because we don't even know ourselves. His name was never dropped, and we'll look dumb if we acted on assumptions."

"This is so fucked up." Jin sighs, looking out the window.

"You're telling me."

When they finally arrive back at the dorm, Namjoon and Jin find Jungkook pacing around in his room, tossing a rubber ball against the wall to keep himself occupied. His doe eyes dart over to them, letting the ball drop to the floor while he nervously walks closer to them.

"So?"

"I'm sorry, dude." Joon sighed. "From what it sounds like, all this mess just got to her head so she went back to the club to make herself feel better. But Bigs ended up bringing you and her brother into the situation so, I'm assuming she's distancing herself to protect you in some way?" Namjoon runs his hand through his hair. "Honestly, I really don't know, that's as much as we got."

"We didn't even talk to her or see her, some other dancer helped us out. I guess she's a friend of hers? Or maybe she just likes Y/N. She wanted to help." Jin says.

"Fuck!" Jungkook groans, slamming his hand down onto his bed. "Why couldn't she just talk to me? We could have figured this out."

"Look, I'm sure there's a lot more to it and I'm sure it's difficult for her. Promise me you'll hear her out when you see her."

"I mean, yeah I know, I will. But, how did this get to her head so easily? I really can't wrap my head around it, I—" He catches how tense Joon and Jin suddenly get. He watches them nervously looking at each other, making him cock his head to the side and furrow his brows. "Wait, what is it? You know something else, don't you?"

"I mean there's really no concrete facts behind it so we can't necessarily say it's true."

"Well?" Jungkook asks, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles are turning white. But, before they could go any further, Jungkook's ringtone echos in the room. He quickly turns in case it's you calling, but he picks up anyway because it's someone equally as important.

"Kai?"

"C-can you come pick me up? My sister isn't picking up. I'll send you Eric's address." Jungkook worries when he hears the shakiness in his voice, his tone low to a whisper.

"Yeah, sit tight. I'll be right there." He hangs up, darting out of his room, Namjoon and Jin following after him.

"Where are you going?"

"I need to get to Kai."

"Let us come with!"

"Look, it'll be quicker if I go myself—"

"Jungkook-ah, stop. We're not gonna let you go alone." Joon and Jin make it just in time to join him in the elevator, heading straight for his car even if it's nearing 1am. Jungkook pulls up Kai's location, pressing on the gas to rush over there just in case Kai was hurt. And yes, Jungkook was going to give it to your fucking stepfather if he sees anything on Kai. He will fucking destroy him, he promises.

Jungkook, Namjoon and Jin walk into the house quietly, seeing Kai putting his finger up to his lips when he meets them near the kitchen.

"What happened?" Jungkook whispers, handing his bags over to Namjoon and Jin. Jungkook looks at the small hint of blood pooling near his nostrils and the cut near his eyebrow.

"I'll explain in the car, can you just take me to—"

"Really? Calling your sister's boyfriend and his friends over to save you? You really are a helpless little shit." Namjoon, Jin and Jungkook are all shielding each other and Kai from Eric, Jungkook's blood boiling seeing him standing there, clearly very drunk and not in the right state of mind.

"Aye, don't fucking talking to him like that." Jungkook's spits out, making Eric laugh.

"First you fall for my slut of a daughter, now you help rescue him? I thought you were so much better than that, Jungkook. You aren't the person people portrayed you to be. Shittiest idol I know. All of you."

"You don't know me." Eric snorts.

"You guys do know I help sponsor your shit right? I play a big role for you, don't come into my house acting like—" He slurs his words.

"Yeah, well fuck the contract." Namjoon's jaw clenches. "Better yet, don't fucking worry about it, I'll make sure to take care of it for you."

"You need me." Eric says, almost at a growl. "You need me and Bigs—"

"Since when?" Namjoon responds in a mocking manner as he begins to usher Jin, Jungkook and Kai towards the front door. "If you wanna send your people over, you can let them know I'm free tomorrow in the late afternoon. I'll be more than happy to tell 'em what kind of sick person you are."

"You can't just take him—" Eric tries to flip the script, obviously unaware that Kai has already turned 18. He grips onto Kai's arm and tries to pull him back, except he's intoxicated, so Jungkook easily pushes him off. He watches as Eric hits a bar stool, stumbling over himself before he drunkily falls on his ass.

"You're such a sad excuse of a stepfather, you aren't even aware he's 18 already. He doesn't need you." Jungkook scoffs. "I'm gonna send people for the rest of Kai's shit tomorrow. And let's get this straight - we never needed you or Bigs. You both aren't shit without us and yout fucking empire thrives because of us. And if you do anything to Y/N, if you even think about working with Bigs on doing anything to her, I fucking promise you I will bury you alive. I won't stop until you have nothing left. Don't underestimate me."

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everybody's angry and they're coming for me, but i can't give them energy that i won't receive; so i brush 'em off, i got a lot on my sleeve, like i'm moving backwards, but it's all on repeat; this place is getting crowded, i got no room to breathe

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Genie's Home Service (Jimin, One Night Only Anthology)

...GIRL. Once again, I’ve got a new favorite. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! 😉

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The cold breeze seeping in through the slightly open window made you shiver. The more time ticked away, the less your dinner looked appetizing. Still, though, you forced yourself to eat a few spoonfuls. You'd be needing energy later.

For the fifth time in two minutes, you checked your phone. There were two messages: one from your best friend Jian and the other from an unknown number. You clicked on Jian's message first.

[Jian: Sooo excited for you, girl!!! Just go with the flow and don't get too nervous. Trust him. He's a professional. Also, don't hesitate to contact me immediately if anything goes wrong, alright? Good luck and enjoy the night! 👻💦]

[You: Thanks, girl. Will you come home tonight?]

[Jian: No. I'll stay at my boyfriend's. Feel free to use every corner of the apartment except my room! Okay?]

[You: Got it. 😊]

[Jian: You're on your pills, correct?]

[You: Yes ma'am]

[Jian: Okay. Now stop texting and get ready!]

You checked the text from the unknown number next.

[*********: Good evening! This is Genie. I'm already here at the lobby. 😊 Wearing a dark blue shirt.]

Your heartbeat raced upon seeing the message. Even just the mention of his shirt color was already making you feel dizzy.

[You: Hi! I'll come down right away. 😊 Thanks!]

You recognized Genie as soon as you went down to the lobby. He was just sitting at the waiting area, using his phone. Aside from receiving his photos a few days ago, his sharp features and firm built made him naturally stand out from the others; picking him out from the crowd was not hard at all.

You walked towards him with light steps as if you didn't want to wake a wild animal up, but it was no use. Genie looked at you just as you were about to reach him. With a smile, he stood up. He must have recognized you with the photos that Jian sent. "Hey there."

"Genie, right?" You asked. He just nodded.

The two of you proceeded to the receptionist to record Genie's required information on the guest list. He listed his name as Park Jimin.

Is that your real name? You wanted to ask him, but you only mustered up the courage to actually do so when you rode the elevator.

"Is that your real name?" You asked. Genie just looked at you, puzzled. “Park Jimin, I mean. I peeked when you were writing. Sorry.”

Genie just chuckled. “Yeah, that’s my real name. And don’t apologize. That’s our little secret now.” He winked, making you catch your breath.

“Then, that’s what I’ll call you starting now.” You flashed a smile, hoping that it looked natural and definitely not nervous.

“Go ahead as you please.”

The two of you got off at the fourth floor and stopped at unit four hundred and seven. With sweaty hands, you stuck the key in the door knob and pushed it. In a while, I would be like this door knob. Filled in, you thought.

“Can I use the bathroom?” Jimin asked as he placed his black duffel bag on the sofa.

You nodded and pointed on the door beside the kitchen. “There.”

"Thanks!"

“I’ll be waiting in the bedroom with the yellow door.”

“It would be nice if you remove everything except your underwear.” You just looked at him upon hearing what he said. In return, he just smirked at you and proceeded to do his business.

Like what Jimin said, you took off everything except your bra and panty. You suddenly didn't like how your plain white bra looked, so you quickly threw it into the hamper and changed into a black underwire. Anxiety continuously grew upon seeing yourself in the body-sized mirror in front of the bed, but you didn’t think much about it and just trusted his words. He knows what he is doing, you reminded yourself.

You barely sat on the bed when Jimin entered the room. He was now wearing a plain black shirt and khaki shorts that almost looked like swimming trunks. Even though it was dim with only the lamp on, his bulge was clearly visible from where you were. His eyes scrutinized you from head to toe with an expression one would see at a predator looking at his prey. “So, shall we start?”

You just gave him a vulnerable smile and made room for him on the bed. Don't get too nervous, your head repeated in Jian's voice.

Jimin joined you on the bed with a mischievous smile. It was obvious that he's trying to hide his reaction but was incredibly failing. "I noticed that you're a little stiff. Would you mind if I massage you?"

"O-okay."

"Please lie on your stomach."

You did as Jimin said. He placed a bottle of massaging oil on your side table. Upon seeing that, you closed your eyes and let the situation sink in. What was about to happen didn't seem real. It's finally your turn to ride this scary and exciting roller coaster. Everything was unpredictable, and all you could do was enjoy the ride. Once it's finished, boom! You're a part of a whole new world. Nothing's the same again—for your body, at least.

"So, how did you become friends with Jian?" Jimin asked. His oily hands started to run freely through your back.

"University. You?"

"We're childhood friends."

"Oh, you must be very close then."

"We are. Jian's the type of friend anyone would want to have. She's just so accepting and open-minded even about my job."

"Mhmm."

He slowly slipped his hands under the clasp of your bra, making your breath tremble a little. "That's why when she opened up about you, I immediately agreed." You just chuckled, not knowing what to reply. For some reason, your cheeks heated up. It was definitely about what he said. "I heard from Jian that it's going to be your first time."

"Yeah," you replied.

This time, Jimin slipped his hands under the straps of your bra. Your nipples slightly hardened. You kept getting goosebumps every time it scratched against the bra cups

"May I ask why?"

"It's just that I think I've waited long enough. I'm not really confident about showing my body, especially when I was younger."

"Why? You're so beautiful. I was actually astounded a while ago. You look even better than your photos."

Your lips wanted to form a smile, but you stopped yourself. He's one of the best-looking people you have ever seen in your life too, and such a compliment from him means a lot. "Thanks," you just replied with a slight giggle.

Without a word, his hands once again slipped under the hook of your bra. "I can remove my bra if it's getting in the way," you said.

He was silent for a while but eventually replied, "got it."

When Jimin finally unclasped the hook, you pulled it from your chest and threw it on the floor. You were dead sure that he caught a glimpse of your breasts, including your hard, rosy nipples. He moved on to massage the sides of your breasts, as well as your underboob. Now, you felt your nipples reach to its hardest and biggest form. The touch of your sheets against them was slowly making you wet. "Haven't you tried to at least give a blowjob?"

"I have. A lot. But that was the farthest that I could go."

"Mhmm. How about using dating applications to set up one night stands? Why didn't you try?" He asked.

"I don't trust any of those men."

"So you trust me," he confirmed.

"Jian knows you. I trust her with everything."

You felt his nod. "Don't worry. I won't let you down." The two of you let out a giggle in unison with what he said. That was so cute of him, you thought.

"I'll proceed to your legs now." Jimin placed himself on top of you and started to massage your thighs all the way to your calfs. His rock-hard bulge was rubbing on your buttocks, making your stomach and breasts sweat. You felt your vagina release a huge amount of discharge. This made you feel a little nervous. What if he notices?

"You're so wet already, huh?" He teasingly said. Of course he would notice.

"You caught me."

Slowly, Jimin slid your panty off. He then went on to slide his hand from your asshole to your pussy. "Ah," you moaned with your hips slightly rising on its own.

"Can you sit down for me?" Wordlessly, you sat in front of him, legs apart. He took a glance at your bouncy breasts and pinkish pussy. "Beautiful."

You pointed at his shorts. "I want that out."

"Take it off for me, then," he said, kneeling in front of you.

Making sure his underwear was included, you gently pulled his shorts off, revealing his hard cock. It looked so angry and ready to fight. That's how you like it best. "Better," you said.

Jimin took the massaging oil and sprinkled a generous amount on your breasts. His hands ran from your chest to the stomach and pussy, spreading the oil all over your body. You let out a sigh as you tried to conceal the pleasure that was generating all over your body.

"Feels good?" He asked. You just nodded, looking him directly in the eyes.

He came back to your breasts and started to twist and pinch your nipples. You couldn't help but bite your lip and moan. "Fuck," you whispered, looking at the reflection of your breasts and Jimin's cock on the mirror. Your pussy throbbed so hard as it rushed to get more wet.

Jimin suddenly slid a hand down to your pussy and massaged your clit as soon as he touched it. Slowly, he bowed his head down to your breasts and started to lick your nipples.

"Just like that," you said, grabbing him by the thigh. "Oh, fuck. Please."

He gradually played faster with your clit, making your hips rise on its own and your discharge slowly drip from your pussy. "Yes, faster! Faster!" You yelled. In no time, his mouth was already sucking your breasts and he finally slid his middle finger inside you. "Mmm, yes, yes, yes!"

You stretched your vulva out as he slid his ring finger next. It hurt you for a short while, but it felt good as soon as he rocked his hand.

"Do you like that? Huh?" He asked, almost whispering under his breath.

"Mhmm," you replied, rocking your hips against his hand.

Jimin lifted his head to kiss you. Your tongues fought and your lips sucked each other. You could hear your discharge making a sound as he fingered you fast and deep.

"Oh, I think I'm going to squirt!" Before either of you could do anything about it, you already did. He slapped your pussy as your vagina uncontrollably let out everything you could. The squirting reached the lower part of the mirror.

Without a word, you took Jimin's cock and licked the head as you looked him in the eyes. Slowly, you stuck it in your mouth and sucked it like a lollipop. You made sure your tongue was on it, too. "Ah," he let out with his eyes closed. "You're good." He finally removed his shirt, revealing nothing but his bare body.

He placed his hand on your head and pushed it deeper. You then held his hips and pulled him closer. His cock has finally reached your throat. He slowly pulled your hair, making his juices flow down from your mouth.

Ultimately, he held your head and started to thrust in and out of your mouth. You sat there helplessly, getting facefucked. His cock was secreting so much discharge that you could already could swallow a great portion. "Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" He exclaimed, suddenly pulling himself out of your mouth. Discharge and saliva flowed out of your mouth once again. It looked like it could fill up a small perfume bottle.

You lathered your finger on the liquid and tasted it again. "Sweet."

"Pineapples, baby."

Jimin pushed you gently to the pillows and went right in front of you. As he was slowly inserting his cock inside your pussy, you stretched out your vulva once again. "This might hurt, but I'll be gentle."

"It's okay. You got me."

He finally inserted the head, and then the body—slowly. It started to feel a little sore, but you did your best to keep it in. He rocked his hips a little more, until his whole cock was already inside. The pain tinged a little greater than before, but it's manageable. "Does it hurt?"

"It's alright. Fuck me," you replied.

As Jimin started to push and pull himself in you, he played with your nipples to lessen the pain. The head of his cock could be felt sliding inside. It felt so good that it might be your new favorite feeling. When your vagina seemed to have adjusted well, he gradually improved the pace.

Jimin pulled you closer and sucked your breasts. You started to massage your clit, matching his phase. Your eyes rolled up in pleasure. "Ah!" you moaned every time he pushed himself inside you.

Suddenly, his cock slid out of your vagina. "Shit," he said, wiping the sweat on his temples with his palms.

You crawled on the other side of the bed and bent over, showing your vagina and asshole to him. "I've always wanted to try getting fucked doggystyle."

With a naughty expression, he slid his cock into you and rock his body hard against you. "My favorite position," he said.

You could feel his cock better with this position and for some reason, it felt more pleasurable. He was hitting the right spot every time he pushed his cock into you. "Deeper, faster," you commanded, so he did as you said with a slap on your butt cheek. "Ah, fuck. Yes!"

"Oh, I'm gonna cum," he said, suddenly pulling himself out. You immediately turned around and saw him masturbate. It was the hottest thing you've ever seen.

You leaned in and put your face in front of his cock. Just in time, his fresh, hot cum splattered all over your face.

He leaned on the headboard, panting hard. His legs were spread out, exposing his smooth asshole. "It's still hard. Do you wanna?"

You nodded. "I think I can squirt again." You sat on his cock, your back facing him. "Shit," you whispered as he filled you up again.

You bounced on top of him as you played with your nipples. You could see him watching you on the mirror with a smirk. Upon seeing that, you spread your legs wide so the two of you could see everything.

Jimin hugged you from behind and billowed his body against you. His hard cock was widening your vagina in the most pleasurable way. Meanwhile, his hand made its way to your clit. You pulled his head closer and kissed him on the lips. "Oh, God. Harder," you commanded in between the kiss. The two of you increased your pace.

Finally, you could feel that your pussy was almost full. "I'm cumming!" A big squirt came out of you as soon as you said that. "Ah!" You yelled, your hips shaking.

"Yes, yes," Jimin seconded as he slapped his cock on your vagina.

Your body dropped on top of him when you finally let everything out. Your back could feel his heart beat.

"You're so perfect," he whispered on your ear in between his panting.

"And so are you."

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BTS Reaction to neglecting your family while away (Maknae Line)

JIMIN (Park Jimin)

*im going to name the kids here because it’s more understandable than saying Y/S/N as there are two sons in this reaction*

“Okay, everyone in the car!” You shouted while struggling to get every school bag, lunch box as well as your own things that you’d need for work and holding your youngest daughter in your arms. You ushered your 3 kids out of the house and into the car as fast as possible to get them at school on time. You put the things into the trunk while your sons got into the car on their own. You were so thankful they were quite independent already when it came to certain things at 7 and 5 since you also had to take care of your 3 year old. As a Semi-single parent that was very helpful and you couldn’t help but thank God for that.

You hurriedly closed the trunk and went to the backseat of the car to put your daughter in her car seat and checked if your sons put their seatbelts on right. When you were sure they did, you carefully closed the car door and slipped into the driver's seat.

“Done!” You thought while closing your eyes and letting out a sigh. A grin stretched out on your face when you then realized what always followed the hectic morning.

“You know what time it is?” You turned to look at your children in the backseat still grinning and you could see the same thing happening on your children’s faces.

“CARPOOL KARAOKE!!” You heard the voices of your eldest son Adam and your daughter booming inside the small space you were in, even though you weren't entirely that the little one even really knew what was happening. Your 5 year old, Yeonwoo, didn’t say a thing and simply looked through the window. You found that weird because usually he was the one who was most excited about the karaoke session you had almost daily. You shrugged it off and blamed it on him not getting a good night of sleep last night after having a nightmare.

Your husband and you started to do those carpool karaokes ever since your eldest son started kindergarten. One day, your husband and you just put on some music in the car on the way there and sang your hearts out and you saw how excited your son was on the backseat, which surprised you because he would usually be in a bad mood and pouting before going to kindergarten. Seeing that it put your kids in a good mood and woke them up, made them actually excited to go to school and was a great bonding time for your family, Jimin and you decided to make it a tradition.

You were singing songs that were playing on the aux at the top of your lungs with your son and your daughter was also trying her best to sing the songs right but the only voice you didn’t hear was the one from your middle child. So when you arrived to a red light, you turned to him and said: “where missing your beautiful vocals, babe”

“Yeah you need to sing with us to practice for our band, Yeonwoo” Adam added to his brother, which made you chuckle. Yeonwoo was not laughing though. In fact he didn’t react to anything you said and kept looking out of the window. He started to worry you. Usually, even if he was tired, the karaoke would help him wake up and excite him. You sighed but couldn’t do anything in the moment as you had to continue driving again.

You dropped Adam off at his primary school and sent him off with a kiss before making your way to the kindergarten to drop off the other two. Without Adam’s singing, the vibe inside of the car became a little weird though, since you were the only one singing, with your daughter's cute rambling, but you didn’t want to stop and make everything even weirder. Plus, you had a little hope that Yeonwoo would soon give into the singing.

To your dismay, he kept silent until you got to your destination. You brought the too inside and helped them take off their shoes.

“Kissy” you turned to your daughter. She gave you a kiss and skipped inside with the educator.

You then turned back to Yeonwoo who was getting up to go inside, too.

“What a second, kiddo.” You knelt down and made him turn to you but he kept his gaze on his jacket. “Are you okay? If you don’t want to go to kindergarten today, you don’t have to, you know? We can go get some ice cream or go home and sleep some more?” You were never a fan of forcing your kids to go to school. If they really didn’t want to go, there would be a good reason for that.

“I’m okay, mommy. I need to go inside now. See you later.” He said without a lot of enthusiasm in his voice but he nevertheless gave you a kiss and went inside.

You watched him worriedly until he was out of sight and got up with a sigh to make your way to your job.

The whole day long, you couldn’t get your son out of your head. What was wrong with him, today? He was usually so cheerful. Was it maybe his nightmare? That was the only reason he could have for being so down, so that must be it. When he came into your room hiccuping, you asked him if he wanted to talk about it but when he shook his head vigorously, you let it be. Now you wished you had insisted more so that you would know how to help him now.

When you picked your kids back up from school and Yeonwoo was still not his old self, you decided you had to talk to him. So you sat him down with you after dinner and started asking him.

“Kiddo, what has been up with you all day? You look so sad it makes mommy sad too” you told him slightly pouting to lighten the mood a little.

“I already told you this morning that I’m fine, mommy. There’s no need for you to be sad” he stood his ground. You looked at him and decided to change your tactic and ask directly. You sat him down on your lap and asked: “Does it maybe have anything to do with the bad dream you had yesterday?” You felt him tense a little and look look down but he stayed silent.

“Mommy?” He shyly looked back up at you.

“Yes baby?”

“Does…. does daddy hate me?”

What?

To say you were in shock was an understatement. Why would he say that?

“No he doesn’t baby, don’t be silly. Why do you think that?” You asked full of concern. So that’s what his dream was about? No wonder he was that upset.

“Daddy's never here, doesn’t call and when he does, it’s only for a short amount of time. Is it because of me? Does he not like me?” His voice wavered and his eyes filled with tears making you almost cry with him.

“No, honey, no. Daddy loves you very much. He loves us all, so don’t you ever think otherwise. Daddy is just a very busy person, you know? It’s true he’s away a lot but trust me if he could be with us everyday he would.” You could tell he was having a hard time believing you so you did the only thing that would make him believe. You pulled out your cell phone and FaceTimed the man in question.

“ You know what? Let’s call daddy and you’ll see” you felt your son getting anxious on your lap but you were set on sorting this out as soon as possible.

“Hey babe!“ the familiar voice of your husband boomed through your phone.“ I know I haven’t called much lately, I am so sorry. I swear I am trying but I can’t seem to find the time, I’m so sorry“ Jimin started to ramble as soon as he answered. You chuckled. You knew he was trying his best so you didn’t put it against him.

“It’s OK babe, that’s not why I am calling. I’m calling because this little guy here” you pointed the camera at said little guy who now had his head hidden in your shirt ”put the silly idea into his mind that you don’t love him. I tried to tell him that that was not true but I can’t convince him, so maybe you can.” as soon as you said the words you saw your husband‘s face fall.

“Yeonie? Hey look at me kiddo.”You could literally hear the heartbreak in his voice. Your son slowly turned to look at his father on your phone. “Why would you think that?”

“You said that in my dream. You said that you didn’t love me and that was why you 're always away.” He fidgeted with your shirt tears starting to fall from his eyes.

“Yeonie, listen to me. That was just a dream. That was not reality. Trust a bad dream. OK? I love you more than anything else in the world. You along with your siblings and your mother. You are everything to me. Me being away so much has nothing to do with any of you. Because of my job People from everywhere in the world want to see me. And if I wasn’t doing this job I wouldn’t be able to bring back all these awesome toys, would I?” Jimin added playfully. When you heard Yeonwoo giggle for the first time today, you couldn’t help the relieved sigh that left your lips.

“By the way, you won’t believe what awesome toy I found for you this time!” At this point it looked like Yeonwoo had completely forgotten about his nightmare and the tears on his cheeks.

“What is it? What is it?” He bounced up and down on my lap in excitement.

“That’s a surprise” your husband laughed. “You’ll see we’ll have sooo much fun with it.”

“Okay, come home soon daddy!” Your son said slightly disappointed that he had to wait to know what his toy was.

“I will. I miss you very much Bub. And I love you, and you too Y/N.”

“Love and miss you too” your son and you said in unison and ended the call.

“Feel better babe?” You asked the child.

“Yeah. But I want to know what my toy is.” He pouted which made you burst out laughing relieved that your son was back to normal.

V (Kim Taehyung)

Taehyung’s biggest dream next to becoming an idol was to found a family. Have a beautiful wife and have a lot of children with her. Everyone knew that, it was pretty clear when you saw the way he acted with children. Each time he would see people with their children in the streets or when he played with his younger relatives his desire to finally achieve that dream would get bigger and he would get more and more impatient to get there.

He would most likely make a great father too. He always had his father as an example and wanted to be just like him: an amazing father to his kids, who didn’t miss a step of them growing up, who was always there when they needed it and did his best to give them the world.

When he met you, he knew instantly that he was a step closer to his dream. He made it his mission to make you fall in love with him -which happens pretty quickly considering his outstanding looks and charming personality. Fast forward 3 long years later he popped out the question and you two got married. Taehyung was the happiest person alive at this point. Not only did he achieve half of his dream but he was married to the most wonderful person he had ever met. But something was missing for him to be completely satisfied.

So he didn’t waste any time and you two started trying for a baby. And after 3 even longer months of trying and desperation you finally saw the two bars on your pregnancy test. You stayed frozen on the toilet trying to process the information. You were pregnant. You were going to be a mother. Happiness and relief washed over you.

But your reaction was nothing against your husband‘s reaction.

You got out of the bathroom and into your bedroom where Taehyung was pacing back and forth from one end to the other obviously anxious over the results of the test. He was so caught up in his thought that he didn’t even realize you were standing in the room until you called out his name. As soon as he saw you he rushed to where you stood and asked what the results were. You didn’t trust your voice so you settled with just showing him the test in your hand. He looked at it and after a few seconds he looked back up at you in disbelief. “Does...does it mean you’re...you’re…” he was choking up and couldn’t form a correct sentence in fear that he understood it wrong and it was yet again a failed attempt. That was until you nodded your head with a soft smile and tears starting to brim your eyes.

In the next moment Taehyung fell to his knees in front of you and sobs ripped through the quiet room. He was so happy. Pure happiness. After so many years he finally did it. He had gotten everything he had ever wanted in his life. And that was the moment he realized it.

“You’re going to be a dad, Tae.” You said softly to him as he hugged your belly while he whispered sweet promises of a good life to his chilled growing in your belly.

Over the next 9 months Tae was extra protective of you, he was not going to let anything happen to you or your child. He’d scold you every time he saw you do some kind of effort - potentially dangerous or not -, he’d do most of the chores that you usually did even though you assured him over and over again that you could do it, he’d accept every moody attitude that you had and buy everything you needed for your cravings and even try the weird dishes with you, although that was just because for his curiosity. He even renovated one of your spare rooms into a newborn room with the other bang tan boys without you knowing. You were kind of upset about the fact that he didn’t let you help but at the same time you were quite happy with the result. The room looked dreamy.

Taehyung even assisted to the birth of your beautiful baby girl and was the first one to hold the new main character of your life. Later that night he held her tight and watched her sleep and you also asleep in the bed next to him and realized that this was the start of the most beautiful moments in his life.

And that’s how it was for the first few months. While balancing his work life and his private life he tried to spend every moment he had with her and you and he did a great job at it as he did not miss one of her firsts.

That was until the impossible happened.

A world Tour.

Over the past few months Tae had almost forgotten that he was not only Kim Taehyung but also BTS’s V and that V also had responsibilities.

Now Taehyung obviously loved tour. He did. He loved it at any other moment that now. Of all the other times it could have happened, it had to happen during the most important time of parenting. He knew he was going to miss a lot which visibly broke his heart. You saw that and tried lifting up his mood by reassuring him that you were going to call each other as much as possible.

But that promise was harder to keep that you had thought. Of course you two tried to talk everyday but a lot of factors were playing against it. Schedules, time difference, exhaustion, flights… it just wasn’t working.

Your daughter’s first birthday was coming up soon and Tae was still on tour. You knew that he would never forgive himself if he missed such an important day with her and you were worried that you two would not be able to call each other again on that day. So you came up with a solution.

You were going to go to wherever he was on that day. You planned everything and made arrangements with his manager to see if it would be alright, which luckily it was.

That‘s how you found yourself 5 days later in the airport on your way to Germany to surprise your man with your daughter.

Your phone was going off for the third time this morning and it was Taehyung again. He was trying to reach you to talk to your daughter since today was her birthday and you felt bad for not answering but you knew you had a bigger surprise to make up for it.

And you were a little relieved when you went into the plane and had to turn your phone off for the flight as you didn’t have to go through the temptation to answer your husband’s calls.

The plane took off and you looked anxiously at the 1 year old on your lap waiting for her to start crying but to your surprise she was fast asleep. You sighed in relief and decided to take an example on your girl and took a nap, too.

Several hours and only one tantrum from your daughter later you arrived in Berlin and found the boys‘ manager who was here to pick you up.

„Did you have a good flight, Y/N“ Sejin said while hugging you and then pinching the cheek of the sleeping girl in your arms.

„Long but okay, thank you.” You replied. Sejin was like an older brother to you by now so it was nice to see him again.

He took your luggage and led you to the car to take you to the rehearsal place the boys were currently at. You had to say that you were kind of nervous after not answering his calls but you were more excited to see his reaction and to see him. You arrived in the blink of an eye and you got out of the car.

“They’re practicing right now, let me take you there.” Sejin told you as you got out of the car.

You ran a hand through your hand and took a deep breath before following the tall man into the practice room, your daughter in your arms just starting to wake up.

The familiar sound of ‘Black Swan’ got louder and louder in your ears and soon enough you saw your husband and his 6 brothers dancing their hearts out with their backs to you.

Your heart was pounding in excitement but you tried to contain it and not run up to the love of your life right then as you didn’t want to disturb their dance practice.

The music came to an end and all the boys fell to the floor in exhaustion and you couldn’t help but worry about if they were getting enough sleep. Tour was tiring as it was so pair that with the boy’s perfectionism, your worries were definitely not for nothing.

You were caught up in your thoughts when your daughter started babbling incomprehensible words and when you lifted your gaze back up to look at the boys seven pairs of eyes were looking back at you in pure surprise. ‘Way to ruin the surprise’ you thought to yourself

“Surprise!” You said sheepishly with a grin on your face.

Taehyung was the first to stand to his feet. “Is this real or is the exhaustion making me hallucinate?” You giggled as you saw him Blick in disbelief.

“No hallucination, babe. I couldn’t let you miss Y/D/N’s first birthday.” You reassured him and in the next moment he was sprinting over to you two.

“Y/D/N!!! My princess Daddy missed you so so much!” But as he reached to take her in his arms, she did the unthinkable. She flinched away and hid in the crook of your neck.

Oh no.

You could see the exact moment Taehyung’s heart broke. He dropped his arms slowly and his smile did the same thing “ She-“ he gulped “ Does she not remember me?”

“She’s just sleepy” you laughed nervously “she just woke up. You know how she is when she wakes up.” You tried to calm him down but you both now that was not the reason for her behavior. Let’s face it. She just turned one and her father had been away for a few months. You honestly couldn’t expect her to remember him. At least not right away.

By now the rest of the boys were also beside you watching the scene unfold in front of them. Tae took a deep breath and tried reaching for her again. “ Princess it’s me, your Appa.” He said softly, partly to not scare her away but also because he was sure he would break down if he spoke any louder. But the tears came anyway when she shook her arms out of his gentle grip and started to cry.

You didn’t know what to do. How do you make your child remember their father? You racked your brain for something while the boy tried to comfort your husband. Screw it, you told yourself as you resolved to just talking to her.

“Baby, will you look at mommy” you cooed. When she looked at you hiccuping you were relieved at the small win. “ Look over there! It’s your Appa” you said overly enthusiastically but she wouldn’t look. “Princess you love Appa, don’t you remember?” She looked up at you again at your words a little confused but interested and you could see Tae’s desperate look from the corner of your eyes. “Yes! You don’t remember talking to him on the phone? He always sings to you.” And that’s when it hit you. “Tae! Sing!” The confused look on his face mirror the one your daughter made earlier but when he saw your encouraging smile he started to sing.

His beautiful deep voice filled the room as he sang your daughter’s favorite song and for a moment you just stood there and took in how nice it felt to be back with Tae and be able to here his voice in real life.

And then you looked at your daughter anxiously. Out of a sudden she’d turned her head to look at her father. Did she recognize him?

“Appa?” She said in a small voice and relief washed over you and you could tell the same happened to your husband.

“Yes. Yes Princess, it’s Appa.” He said eyes slightly moist as he took a tentative step toward you.

That’s when your daughter’s face finally broke into a big smile. “Appa!” She shouted, making grabby hands towards him. Sighing in relief Tae took her in his arms and hugged her tight, a few tears now rolling down his cheeks. “I missed you so much my little Princess. Happy birthday.” He whispered to the now excited bundle of happiness in his arms and planted a few kisses across her face, making her giggle.

You reached up and wiped the tears that were resting on Taehyung’s cheeks away and he turned to you. “Hi” he said and you giggled “Hey.”

“Thank you for doing this.” He pulled you in for a family hug.

Suddenly you heard a voice from behind Taehyung. “ I’m not trying to ruin your moment but Y/N did you maybe bring a cake? I haven’t had any sugar in way too long.” Jungkook pouted and everyone in the room bursted into laughter.

Jungkook (Jeon Jeongguk)

“Whatever. I have to go.” He ended the call before you could get another word in.

Were you really being too clingy? It’s not like it was the first time you had to go through this type of situation. You two had been separated for far longer than this time so why were you like this?

“Mom are you okay?” You suddenly heard a voice at your bedroom door. You looked up to see your son watching you with worried eyes.

“Yeah I’m okay.” You mustered up a smile. “Why do you ask.”

“Because you’re crying.” He said his frown getting deeper. Immediately your hand went to your face and sure enough tears were streaming down your face.

“O-oh” you tried to dry them as fast as possible “I’m okay, puppy. Don’t worry.” You replied with a soft smile but he didn’t seem to believe you as he came in, took a seat next to you on the bed and pulled you in for a hug.

Naturally your tears started falling freely when you realized your son’s hug felt almost the same as Jungkook’s which only made you miss him more. He was 16 now and definitely resembled what his father looked at the same age.

“Mom, please tell me what’s wrong.” He asked again. You didn’t want to tell him because you didn’t want him to worry about you but maybe not telling him would only make him worry more you pondered. The sobs ripping through you wouldn’t let you speak even if you wanted to anyway.

“Is it dad?” Y/S/N asked tentatively. Oh fish were you really that obvious? Finally calming down a bit you pulled away and looked at your son.

“You got me.” You chuckled, wiping at your tears. “I’ve just been missing your father a little more than usual lately. It’s silly. Really Y/S/N, don’t mind me.”

He didn’t let up though. “ You have every right to miss him mom. I mean when was the last time he’s even called. Seems like he’s forgotten he has a family here.” The scowl on his face changed from worried to angry at the thought of it. Slight panic settled inside of you. You couldn’t let him be mad at his father because of you.

“Don’t say that, pup. You know your dad loves us more than anything. He is just really busy right now. I’m sure he tries to call as often as he can.” You reasoned partly trying to convince yourself.

“Right but then he argues with you when he does call?” You froze. Had heard you two fight? “Being busy is not a reason for treating you like this, mom. You’ve been nothing but a loving wife and an amazing mother. When he’s not here you take care of us and the house all on your own while he’s having fun all around the world.” You could hear the concern and disappointment in his voice which broke your heart.

A sigh left your mouth. “Y/S/N look at me.” You waited until his eyes met yours before continuing. “I’m fine, okay? Your father and I are fine. Yes we did fight but that doesn’t mean anything. What couple doesn’t fight, hm? But that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t love us or appreciate me. I probably wouldn’t have been crying if I hadn’t been stressed with work and tired, so it’s not all your dad’s fault.” You forced a smile to convince him. It didn’t seem to work so you added “In fact, I’ll take a nap now and when I wake up all be completely alright again.” You said beaming.

“Alright” he said rolling his eyes but a small bunny smile on his lips “But if dad makes you sad again I won’t forgive him.” He added as he stood up from your bed to make his way outside.

“Look at you, protecting your mother.” You teased “My baby boy is all grown up” you wiped at a fake tear.”

“Whatever.” Your son laughed with a slight blush on his cheeks as he walked out of your room.

“I love you!” You said before he shut the door completely and you heard him shout it back from the hallway.

You could always count on your children to make you feel better, you thought to yourself as you lied back down on your bed. You weren’t lying when you said that you were tired because of work so you decided to actually take a nap.

In his room Y/S/N couldn’t stop thinking about his conversation with you. He knew that you were defending his father because you loved your husband and because you wanted to protect him from any problems between them two but he also knew that his father was in fact neglecting his family - be it on purpose or not - and that it was taking a toll on you. He could let his father get away with that. What kind of son would he be if he did?

So he took out his phone and called the man in question and to his surprise he did actually answer.

“Hey kid. Can I call you back later? I’m in the middle of practice right now” the familiar voice in the end of the line said making him roll his eyes. Typical he thought to himself.

“No, actually. Because I know you are going to forget and not call and this is kind of urgent.” He said before his father could end the call.

“Urgent? Did something happen?” He could hear the slight panic in Jungkook’s voice.

“Yes. Your argument with mom happened.” The worry on his dad’s face quickly changed to disinterest to which his anger grew.

“Y/S/N don’t mind it. This has nothing to do with you. Your mom and I are fine.” Y/S/N could tell that his father was about to end the call.

Wow is he serious? How could he be so insensitive after hurting her like that?

“You might be fine but she is not, dad” at this point he wasn’t even trying to hide the anger in his voice. “Mom does so much and you take her for granted.”

Jungkook could hear how affected his son was and that was definitely not his intention. But he really had to go back to practice right now so he tried to calm him down as fast as possible “ Buddy listen-”

“No you listen to me, Dad” his son’s dedication surprised him “When you’re not here, Mom has to balance work, taking care of the work, taking care of us and she does it without ever complaining. Even when it gets hard and she misses you she keeps to herself to not upset us and to be strong for us because we miss you too. But then when she needs you, just to talk to you, for you to make her feel better and to give her strength to go through all of this you snap at her and make her cry?” At this point your son was getting a little emotional.

It is only when Jungkook heard those words that he forgot all about practice and started to realize what he was doing “W-wait what? She cried?”

He didn’t know? Your son thought to himself. He thought he knew he made you cry and just didn’t care, that’s why he was so mad.

“I thought you knew.” He saw his father frantically shake his head on the screen of his phone.

“I would have never ended that call knowing she was crying, Y/S/N. If I knew I had upset her that much I would have talked it out with her.” Although his anger died down significantly the 16-years-old was still quite mad at his father because no matter if he knew it or not he made you upset. “Is she okay? Is she still crying?” Okay so he does care. Good to know.

“She’s fine now. I comforted her.” Even though that is supposed to be your job. He wanted to add but decided against it because he could see that his father genuinely felt bad. “I think she just misses you a lot, Dad. You’ve been gone for months and when’s the last time you called?”

Jungkook knew he hadn’t been the best husband and father for the past months and the guilt fell on him like a brick. “Let me talk to her.”

“She’s taking a nap right now. She has been overwhelmed with work for the past weeks.” Your son shook his head.

“She has?” Jungkook ran his hand through his locks in frustration for not knowing “Gosh I’m such a fuckup.” He frowned.

“Yes but your lucky Mom loves you. She kept defending your actions earlier even though you’ve obviously been an asshole to her.” Jungkook was so absorbed by the thought of him not deserving you that he didn’t even notice his son insulting him.

“Y/S/N please tell me when your mom wakes up. I need to talk to her as soon as possible but I don’t want to wake her up. She probably really needs the sleep.” He said and his son nodded. Jungkook was set on making things better with you. “Thank you. And I love you. And I love your mom. Please don’t ever doubt that.” Jungkook said with the most serious look on his face. The last thing he wanted was for his son to question his father’s feelings for his mom.

“I know. That’s why I called. I know you will make it better.” He finally smiled at his father and his father mirrored it.

They said their goodbyes and Jungkook was left to find a worthy apology.

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ex-silent-reader · 3 years

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Happy Holidays fic recs

Happy Holidays everybody! I haven’t been commenting on posts individually like i normally like to so it’s kind of backed up a bit. I still really want to thank all the authors who have been sharing their stories with us and leave a lil itty bitty comment before I can expand on them for their own post so here’s that! Also I’ve seen a lot of undeserved negativity being spread to a lot of authors and I just want to thank you all for sharing your work on this platform FOR FREE and remind you that you literally owe us nothing and I’m super grateful that you continue to share with us. These are just some stories that I’ve read this week, i’d def like to do another of these soon :)

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any of these stories, each story is owned by the author tagged next to the title and the summary is pulled verbatim from their page, in quotation marks. The only thing I own is gratitude towards these authors for sharing their work with us.

Also all stories are rated M

Also, a loooot of stories have come out lately and I haven’t had a chance to get to a lot of them yet but i hope to soon so I’ll hopefully make another one of these soon, but yea pls know that I’m not purposefully ignoring or excluding anything or anyone.

Jin;

last christmas | ksj x reader - @xjoonchildx

“ summary: it was bound to happen, eventually. after months of near misses at barbecues and birthdays, there’s no avoiding your ex-husband at hoseok’s annual christmas bash. but it’s fine, totally fine, because you’re both adults – and you’ve both brought dates and booze. what could go wrong? “

This story was amazing! First of all, I love the comedy surrounding the entire situation, Hobi with his 8 trees and instigator Yoongi who also wants them to get their shit together for Hobi’s sake. I love all au’s but sometimes exes to lovers is difficult for me to side with because I don’t see how people can bounce back from so much hurt but in this story it felt very natural how they were able to find their way back together and I really enjoyed the insight to their relationship, especially near the end.

Yoongi;

CREAM & SUGA - @snackhobi

“summary: yoongi is your favourite regular. he’s patient, polite, and predictable, a-large-black-coffee-to-go-please, no cream, no sugar, thank you. rinse and repeat. the seasons might change, but yoongi’s order stays the same.

and then one fateful day in winter, yoongi asks about the weekly specials, orders a cup of christmas and sugary sweetness, and everything starts changing.”

Ya’ll. Yoongi fics just truly hit different. The plot of this was so adorable and him going out of his way like that to keep her engaged was so cute and just very Yoongi like. I also just really loved the descriptions in this, like how oc described making the drinks, it just made everything seem so real.

universe | myg drabble - @personasintro

“❥𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; you’re his whole universe, you just don’t know it yet – or him”

ASDFGHJKL! Like, I really have no words for the way this made me feel. Like, ik it’s not a super healthy dynamic but the thought of a fixated Yoongi is.. I loved reading Yoongi being so fixated with oc and doing everything i his capability to meet her. I also was v interested in the part where he bumped into her and she didn’t react the way he expected because it made me think about how he (or any character’s with his mindset) cope when the fantast and reality don’t match.

Hobi;

A Holly, Jolly Crisis (M) - @kpopfanfictrash

* Blog doesn’t allow copy/paste and I wanted to respect that*

This story made me feel so many things. Like there’s so many layers to it and both of their hurt, her visiting him and feeling betrayed while he felt pushed aside. This story was so complex and both characters had so many layers to them, but it’s still sooo well written and I was invested the entire time. Like, I genuinely can’t get my feelings out in a brief way so I’m looking forward to screaming about this in it’s own post.

Joonie;

my only wish - knj | m - @ppersonna

“✹ summary- There are few things you hate most in this world. Hornets, unnecessary fruit pieces in otherwise perfectly good jello, certain shades of orange… But nothing takes the cake more than two simple things. Christmas. And Kim Namjoon. So why did you agree to pretend to be Kim Namjoon’s girlfriend at his family Christmas party? Bah-Humbug. “

UM! Absolutely adored this story, of course it would be a fellow cream suit enthusiast who can bring so much justice to dreamy Joon. I loved how he was portrayed here and getting insight to both his and oc’s feelings made me root for them soooo hard.

new parent syndrome - @1kook

“ SUMMARY You love Namjoon, honest. But you love your daughter Hyejoo even more— it’s not a controversial sentiment when you know he’s the same way! —and going back to a regular adult life sans kids absolutely sucks. (Or so you thought.)”

The tag “dreamy husband joon” is extremelyyyy accurate. This story was just so cute and their relationship truly felt so intimate and lovely. Her being on the phone with Jimin while Joon was smash SENT me but it was also so hot like ASDFGHJKL that man can do no wrong tbh.

laundry day - @snackhobi

“summary: You’ve been letting your laundry pile up for a little too long. Fortunately, your neighbour Namjoon is there to lend you a hand. “

Pls this was so hot. Like, I’ve made it very clear thus far that I’m a total simp for Joon, the thought of that man going strawberry picking and thinking to grab some for oc genuinely makes me SWOON. He’s an actual heartthrob.

The Sweet in Sweet Potato - @sahmfanficbts

“ Summary: You’ve been roommates for years. Now that you’re catching feelings, it’s time to run away. “

This entire series has had me so invested but this chapter!!! I’m always a sucker for Joon but the way he was so clearly in her feels (for OC) but wanting to respect her need for distance, what a man. And I was so happy to see oc working through her feeling towards Joon.

Last Christmas (M) - @jjungkookislife

* Blog doesn’t allow copy/paste and I wanted to respect that*

Damn, I really love when a misunderstanding is such a big catalyst for a bunch of drama/angst. It just really ups the tension for me because as the reader I know it was a misunderstanding but clearly the character’s don’t, so it just makes me really eager to see how they make amends. I really enjoyed seeing them slowly make amends and grow. Also the buildup to them deciding to give the relationship another go made the ending soooo satisfying.

Jimin;

picking petals｜pjm - @taestybae

“ summary ↣ you asked for a baby, so a baby is what you’re going to get. “

I really have no words for this, like it was so asaifgjhhkc. First of all, I really enjoyed that it was through his pov, i don’t typically read stories like that (I just don’t often come across them) but this still felt so natural that I didn’t even realize until right now, writing this comment. Also, the imagery was so well described and the anticipation built made this story so enjoyable.

Taehyung;

Deepest Indulgence - @scribblemetae

“ Description/Summary: The world is a mess, gangs, violence and rates of poverty are at an all time high since corporations took over everything. You built your Sex house to be a safe place and a sanctuary for those in need, promising to protect anybody who needs it. What happens when an extremely attractive and very rich man walks through the door begging for a job at Deepest Indulgence? The one sex house that wasn’t meant for men like himself. “

I AM SO EAGER FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER TO COME OUT. Like, idk how I can even describe this correctly but this just feel so much like Tae...???? Like idk if that makes sense but just Tae being this v sensual man, but there still being more to him than that, just makes so much sense and even the word “indulgence” is just so sensual and reminiscent of him. Also, the storyline so far is something I’ve personally never seen before and I’m super invested in this world and story already. Very eager to see how their relationship progresses.

let it snow | kth - @suga-kookiemonster

* Blog doesn’t allow copy/paste and I wanted to respect that*

It’s the way I read this last night, it took me exactly an hour (3am to 4 am cause I’m a CLOWN), and I was so invested that I kept putting off sleep to finish it. Man, i’m a simp for this Tae (just like he is for oc lmao). I really enjoyed reading it and the mention of Jisoo earlier in the story had me on the edge of my seat the whole time wondering when things were gonna blow up. Everything was just so sweet and fluffy, and the confession really made me feel so soft for them both cause they both were so in their own heads and feelings they couldn’t see what was in front of them so I really enjoyed the confessions.

Jungkook;

Thank you, baby - @scribblemetae

“ Turns out the boy whos been stalking you for years has decided its about time he shows his face in the form of a picture, and decides its time to talk to you for real, in the form of a phone call. “

I genuinely don’t know how I can simp over this story in a short way but I’ll try my best. The characters are so complex and the storyline is twisted so many ways that make this so interesting to read and easy to become invested in. The way Jk is written, I understand why OC is lost on how to feel for him. Like, his actions are wrong, but actually meeting him and even seeing his though process, it’s hard to make him out to be the villian that his actions have categorized him as. I can’t wait to continue reading and write a full length comment about this!

FEED ME, FIGHT ME. @yeojaa

“ What do you get when you mix a pissed off girlfriend with a neglectful boyfriend? (Aside from trouble, that is.) “

I really enjoyed this, I love how aware of Jk and his boundaries the oc is and how she is cautious to walk the line and not push him too far while also letting him know how his actions make her feel. This just genuinely felt like a glimpse into a very real, very intimate relationship/moment and I loved that. I also just really love how this is written and I think you have a beautiful way with words.

Chapstick - @softyoongiionly

“based on the time Jungkook said he needed someone to scold him so he’d remember to put lip balm on. Or Jungkook’s had a really long day and the only that can make it better, is seeing you. “

Idk if I’ve ever said it before, but I just love how you write relationships. Like, I can feel how comfortable they are with each other and how natural being together is for them. With your stories generally it just never feels forced and I really love that. I also really liked that we got Jk’s pov in the beginning, getting to see how tense he was really made me eager for their interactions and for him to feel comfortable and calm with her. Their interactions just felt so cute and natural and the end, assdjfhi, jk really deserves to be cherished and I loved seeing oc get him to the point of relaxation.

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moccahobi · 4 years

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Dear Diary [Jimin x Reader]

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff

Rating: E for everyone

Summery: You’re moving! Finally. Getting into a masters program in South Korea meant soooo much to you and it also offered the perfect opportunity to move in with your favorite pen pal and high school friend from an exchange: Park Jimin. A sweet and caring squirrel hybrid.

Word Count: 6.3k words

Genre: Fluff, Hybrid AU, Roommates AU, Friends to Lovers

A/N: OMGGGG. Formatting this was soooo annoying. Never again am I going to do so many dividers. It was not it chief. Lolol. I love this fic though! It is part of a collab for hybrids (check out the masterlist here) you should totally check them out! All the authors here are soooo amazing and their works are amazing in this too! Also! Thank you to @jung-hoseok-s-airplane and @spicykoreantatertots the two amazing people who betaed this fic for me! They helped soooo much!

Unlocking the door to your shabby apartment, you were struck by how empty it looked. It was really more of a ghost of your apartment at this point. You’d been slowly shipping your stuff over to South Korea for almost a month (really, as soon as you were accepted to Seoul University’s master program and Jimin agreed to be your roommate) and by now, all you had to take with you on your flight tomorrow was a small day bag with your necessities and a suitcase full of the clothes you’d worn this week. Your empty apartment really made the move feel real (something your job’s kind send off party hadn’t done). This move was real.

You had gotten accepted into your dream program across the world.

Tomorrow afternoon you’ll be leaving this area and moving in with Jimin.

You giggled and sat on your couch with a dazed smile stuck on your face. It wasn’t really your couch anymore was it? Your landlord was keeping all the furniture. Not that you really cared. How would you have possibly carted your large furniture across the world anyways?

After almost four years of living here though… you’d be leaving behind many memories stored in this apartment. Like when one of your friends spent the night here after an evening of clubbing and ended up vomiting all over the rug you’d placed in the living space. He promised to pay for a deep cleaning the next day, which you took him up on… but then he just rented a steam cleaner. He was a funny person like that. Although… it was much less expensive than a cleaning service probably was. Looking back, you laughed at how worried you were of him finding one of your many journals stored on your bookshelf, so worried that you hid them under your bed. Not that it really mattered. He was a sweet friend and your journals just looked like notebooks.

Had you packed them? After shoving them under your bed all that time ago, you didn’t even think about looking back on them. Maybe if you hadn’t been reminiscing, you would’ve forgotten them here and lost them forever. Surely your landlord would just throw them away without a second thought.

You’d been sleeping on an empty mattress and a small pillow for three days now, your comforter and sheets already in Korea with Jimin. You shuddered against your cold floor as you knelt down on the cold hard floor to grab your almost forgotten journals. With them in hand, you settled onto your pillow-less couch and carefully opened up the last journal you’d written. It was from the study abroad you did in South Korea in your last year of high school. Without that study abroad, you’d never have met Jimin and you most definitely wouldn’t be moving across the world for your masters program.

You wouldn’t want to do anything else though. Jimin was probably your best friend and this program was the opportunity of a lifetime. With a nostalgic smile on your face, you started to read.

Dear diary,

Something crazy happened today! Ahhh! I was so shocked when Jimin, THE social butterfly of my school, came up and started talking to me. He’s a hybrid of some sort, not that it matters to me. He’s got a black bowl cut too… it looks funny with his furry pointed ears sticking out of it. Anyways, the conversation was a little stunted at first… I barely knew Korean and Jimin barely knew English but somehow we had a really good conversation. I am honestly so shocked. Here I thought that as an exchange student in South Korea, I’d just talk to other exchange students and mumble a few words to other students. I mean… I know Korean some but not much. It was… AHHH! I had so fun talking to Jimin. He’s so sweet and kind. I even added him on Kakao. He’s my first non-exchange family member on my Kakao. I can’t wait to get to know him more.

Dear diary,

Jimin and I talk almost daily! Mostly through text because we don’t see each other much during school but that’s ok! He is in a lot more advanced classes than I but I think we are planning on meeting up for lunch this Wednesday. He even asked if I wanted to join him at the dance club but I said no… I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of my only friend. Given, Jimin is so friendly and sweet that I bet he’d just laugh and try to teach me but still. Besides, he apparently competes. That’s what I’d heard from others at school at least. I don’t want to distract him from preparing for competitions.

Dear diary,

I went to a karaoke booth with Jimin and some of his friends. It was so fun! Jimin’s friends were a little shy to talk to me but they opened up as we started to sing more. I didn’t expect them to be such weebs like me! Lol. They all joined in to sing the current theme song of One Piece. It was soo funny. The mic didn’t know who to focus on and we got such a baddddd score. Jisoo was sooo funny while singing (Jisoo is a sweet cat hybrid). Jimin is surprisingly a great singer though! I was surprised. Is there anything he is possibly bad at? I don’t know.

After karaoke, he and I went to a park and just chilled. Instead of sitting at a bench, Jimin dragged me off to a small clearing and sat on a low tree branch. It was the first time I really thought of him as a hybrid because… like… sitting on that tree with his tail swaying slowly as he ate ice cream… I don’t know. It was nice to just be with him there but still. It didn’t help that he kept batting at me with his tail until I joined him on the branch. I could have sworn the branch shook as I joined! We probably both almost died because of that branch broke, we would have fallen! I am exaggerating… but still.

You were such an extra kid at times. A laugh left you as you thought back on that afternoon spent talking while chilling on the tree branch. Now you knew there was no way you would have died even if the branch fell. The worst thing that would have happened would have been a broken bone (although with Jimin’s quick reflexes and hearing, he might have noticed the branch start to splinter before it even became an emergency for both of you).

Looking over at the clock, you noted that it was almost nine at night. Jimin would wake up soon and start his last day roommate-less. You chuckled thinking about what he might be doing right now. Maybe he’d be meticulously rolling over his couch so that his hair wasn’t all over it when you first sat down, or he was washing all the blankets to make sure they were extra soft (in reality, he was probably hitting snooze for the 100th time that morning). Either way, he was probably just as excited to see you again as you were. Sure you’d texted each other almost daily but it wasn’t the same. You both became super busy and the time zone difference made it hard to video chat often.

Life happened and no amount of texting or video chatting seemed to make up for that.

For all you knew, Jimin looked so different from what you remember that when you arrive at the airport and look for him holding the “Welcome Y/n” sign he made, you will only be able to recognize him by the sign (and his tail… unless he dyed the dark brown tail to be some other color).

Maybe you’d changed too. Your hair and style have undoubtedly changed… but would Jimin notice changes other than that? Maybe your scent had changed. You knew that hybrids had more sensitive noses and often identified people by scent (you learned that the hard way by trying to play hide and seek in the dark with Jimin and some of his friends at a party… never again). During your exchange, Jimin claimed you smelled like blossoms (from how you’d read about smells in the past, you knew there was more to one’s smell than just one thing but you didn’t push Jimin for more). Maybe you’d ask Jimin again sometime.

A vibration from your phone took you out of your thoughts and when you checked the notification, you chuckled. It was as if Jimin knew that you were thinking about him.

Jimi: I built your bedframe~

Jimi: When your sheets arrive today I will make your bed. That way you don’t have to worry about all that after such a long flight.

Jimi: Can’t wait to see u again!

You: Thank you

You: I am excited to see you soon too!

Looking down at your worn journals and gently rubbing their spines, you decided you wanted to have a journal for this journey too. Given your track record of starting and dropping journals, you’d probably only keep at it for a month or so but could still be very nice. There was one simple issue with your plan though, you didn’t have a notebook to write in… or a pen. Those things were in Korea by now.

You’d have to leave the house to get that stuff… or you could just buy it at the airport tomorrow. The airport only sold overpriced stuff though… plus it would be cool to start writing now.

With that thought, you got up, put your shoes on, grabbed your wallet and keys, and walked to the closest general store. After little deliberation, you bought a slender black dotted notebook and gel pens. Excitement bubbled up inside you as you sat on your couch again, pen poised to write. This would be fun.

Dear diary,

I am moving tomorrow.

I am moving halfway across the world to live with Jimin, a squirrel hybrid and my best friend. I was accepted into my dream masters program and will be living in South Korea on a student visa. I am so excited to see Jimin again. Has he changed much or is he still the same old sweet guy who hid in trees to think and talks to strangers? I’ll know soon.

Well… it won’t be that soon. I have to fly to South Korea first.

It’ll be a long flight. I’ll arrive in Seoul tomorrow at 5pm and Jimin will take me out to dinner with some of his friends before we just relax at our shared apartment. Almost all of my stuff is already in the apartment. I’ve been shipping them across for a little over a month or so now.

I am so excited.

I should probably eat something and go to bed though. Tomorrow will be long and full of tedious airport procedures… yay! Note the sarcasm.

Good night.

Let’s see if I use you.

Dear diary,

It is almost time to board. I am so excited. When I was packing, I thought that I would be more anxious about the move and make a little sad about leaving my friends and family behind, but I don’t feel anxious or sad. Ok… I am a little sad. But my excitement outweighs my sadness. I’ll be leaving some friends behind but I will be making so many more! And I’ll finally get to see Jimin again as well.

Oh.

My flight is about to board. I guess I will talk to you later then!

You were exhausted by the time you finally sat down in your seat, ready to see Jimin again and sleep in a made bed. The flight would be a long slog full of you getting up to use the bathroom, walking down the isles just to move, reading a book because it was one of the few forms of entertainment you had, and drinking lots of water. It was exhausting (somehow), yet time moved and eventually you found yourself staring out at Korea’s landscape.

The city was alive and so pretty. For a moment you forgot that you were tired. Given the second you got up, you remembered it all again. Your legs felt sore and tired from sitting in one spot for so long and your eyelids were almost sheets of lead by now. As you waited for the people in front of you to leave the plane, you turned your phone back on (you’d bought a cellular plan last week for when you would be in Korea). As soon as it connected to your new plan, you were bombarded with excited messages from Jimin that he’d sent all through his day. From photos of food he’d cooked for your first dinner together to the ‘Welcome to Korea Y/n’ poster he made for you. It made you smile and as you neared where he said he would be waiting for you, you grew even more excited once again.

Would you get along with his friends?

Would your schedules match?

Jimin came into view before you could keep thinking, his “Welcome to Korea Y/n” sign much bigger and grander than you imagined. There were two hybrids flanking either side of him, one you recognized as Jisoo from high school and the other you’d never met before. Even from the six or so meter distance you were at right now, you could see Jimin’s tail quiver excitedly. You sped up. Six meters couldn’t end soon enough. Jimin handed the poster to one of his friends and engulfed you in a suffocating hug, his warmth flooding you. Almost immediately, you felt a sense of home in Jimin’s arms, your bodies melding together nicely and a sense of calm settling over you. You didn’t want to let go. It wasn’t until one of his friends coughed awkwardly that Jimin released you and held you at arms length while giving you a once over.

He looked good.

Not that you expected much else from the dancer. Numberless days spent in the studio sculpted his body better than any artist you knew or studied could have done. Miraculously enough he’d somehow developed a sense of style. You especially loved his colorblocked button up shirt that seemed to shine in the dingy airport.

“Nice to smell you again, Y/n-ah.” Jimin said, a shit-eating grin splitting his sweet smile as he winked at you.

A loud snort left one of Jimin’s friends, who appeared to be a pig hybrid. A cute pig hybrid at that. A shy blush bloomed across his handsome and plump face before he asked to take your suitcase (something you happily let him take). Jimin chittered quietly next to you as you quickly introduced yourself to his friends (the pig hybrid’s name Minju and the other, a mutual high school friend, Jisoo). The four of you started to leave the airport.

“I wouldn’t have invited Jisoo and Minju to come and pick you up but I don’t have a car… I figured that you’d rather not lug all your stuff around the subway.”

“Out of all three of us – four of us I guess– I am the only one with a car.” Jisoo injected happily, twirling his keys around one of his slender fingers.

You laughed and nodded. Content to just listen to the three of them banter and talk as you were led to Jisoo’s car. They seemed content to embarrass each other by telling you about things they’ve done in the past that varied in severity from mistakes while dancing to drunken nights spent together. At one point, you even added in a story of Jimin and Jisoo fighting with sparklers, getting burned, and then burning all the sparklers as “revenge”. The banter didn’t stop until the car stopped and by then you’d felt as if you had spent more than just one year and a car ride with them.

“Now, Y/n-ssi, I know that you and Jimin talked about going back to his place and having a relaxing night–”

“We did and I’m excited to eat the food Jimin made. If it’s edible.” You added, smiling as Jisoo laughed and Jimin shouted.

“Yes. Well, Jimin had to make a deal with me to get me as a chauffeur.”

“It was a damn rotten deal.”

Minju laughed, “Whatever you say Chim. He’s still gotta honor it. So we are getting some food.”

A large and towering building faced you from outside the car and if the sign was anything to go by, it was more than just a restaurant. It was a karaoke place. A smile grew on your face as you looked up at it. Tonight would be fun… even if you were tired.

Dear diary,

Tonight was amazing. Sure I’d hoped to just settle into Jimin’s and my apartment and go to bed early after eating… but instead Jimin treated Minju, Jisoo, and I to dinner at a karaoke place. I’d have to look but it might have been the same place Jimin, Jisoo, some of Jimin’s friends, and I went to in high school. Not that it matters too much. We had so much fun! By the end of the night I even had Jisoo’s and Minju’s phone number too. Hopefully we can all be friends.

Jimin has changed in ways I hadn’t noticed when we talked online. He seems to have picked up this habit of chittering. I want to try to figure out if there is something that causes him to chitter or if it just happens. Near the end of the night I tried paying attention to that but it was hard. Almost always when he started chittering, I was doing something. It’s good to be around him again. I missed him more than I realized.

Dear Diary,

I start classes tomorrow! Yay!!! I also have a job interview tomorrow… which is less exciting. I knew that I would need a job and that I would have to wait until I had officially signed the lease (which happened literally the day after I moved in), but it was still so much work! Jimin has been helping me through which has been suuuuper helpful. After he comes home from the studio and eats– I have been cooking for him since he’s been busier than me– he’s been helping me modify and send in my resumes to places. It’s nice. We sit next to each other on the couch and just… put our heads together to get it done.

After finishing that, he and I watched a movie after (this has happened two times!). We’ll cuddle together and watch some movie Jimin’s decided I need to watch. He’s a good cuddle buddy. I’ve enjoyed it. Well… wish me luck on my job!

“You’re back? That was fast! I barely had time to finish making dinner!” Jimin called out as you entered, tired from a long week (more like a long month or two by now) of classes and work but nonetheless happy to be home with Jimin.

Throwing your bag on the closest chair, you went to him and gave him a tight side hug. Almost immediately, you felt some of your built up stress leave you. He was magical like that. You could be having a horrible day and just the sight of your best friend would make it all so much better. The nights where you would sit on the couch together and read or watch tv or just talk were your favorites. Jimin’s head would slowly drift into your lap and you would start to play with his soft hair and ears, your eyes trailing his beautiful face. Tonight would probably be one of those nights if you had any say in his evening plans.

Jimin’s tail quivered and tickled your nose.

“I am sorry you had such a rough day, Y/n-ah.” Jimin said with a whine and you felt him move to set whatever he was holding down.

“It’s life, I guess.”

“That doesn’t make it any better, ”Jimin turned around and started hugging you tightly as well, gently rubbing his cheek against your neck, “I don’t like it when you’re this stressed, Y/n-ah. Let me take care of you tonight. I don’t want you stressing anymore tonight.”

You laughed but gave in as Jimin started leading you to the couch before he started to bring the food he made into the living space as well. Soon enough, you were being coddled by Jimin who was making sure you ate and cuddling you as the two of you watched some random show. Sleep didn’t find you that night though. For some unknown reason, butterflies were hatching in your stomach and all you could do is feel them flutter around while wondering why you were possibly feeling such flutters.

Less than a month later, as snow started falling down rapidly, you found yourself in a similar situation. It was your turn to make dinner, which wasn’t a problem because it also happened to be one of the rare days you had off. It was almost 8 at night by the time you finished dinner, the sun long set and Jimin would be home soon. You’d just finished setting the table and were scared by how harshly Jimin slammed the door shut. Normally he was so careful with closing the door, respectful of your neighbors and not wanting to damage anything.

“Jimin-ah? Is that you?”

“Who else would it be? Have you been giving spare keys to your friends?”

You laughed and grabbed his backpack from him, “Aish. Why would I do that? We agreed not to. How was your day?”

Jimin walked into his room, his door open as he started changing. All the while he was venting. The students didn’t catch on to his newest dance as fast as he’d hoped and during break he heard them complaining. Then he ended up needing to take on an extra class because one of his coworkers bailed and he didn’t have time to practice for his showcase next week. Which was also a complete mess because everyone was being complete idiots, not that Jimin would ever tell them that.

“I’ve been looking forward to dinner all day though.” Jimin said with a large smile on his face as he sat down at the table, you joined him.

After dinner, you and Jimin sat on the couch and as Shrek was playing, he curled up next to you and rested his head on your lap, demanded pets. You wanted to laugh and make fun of him for being so clingy but refrained. He was so stressed. Now wasn’t the right time to make fun of him and his vulnerability. Plus, part of you relished in him wanting cuddles from you.

Dear Diary,

I am sorry that I’ve been neglecting you. Lol. I’ve been so busy! Being a student full time with a part time job is stressful. Who would have thought? Jimin’s been stressing sooo much over his latest dance performance. It is honestly stressing me out.

It probably isn’t healthy for him either. He literally spent the whole weekend practicing at the studio… I dropped off lunch for him both days. AND yesterday was one of his days to make dinner and instead of telling me that he couldn’t, he simply didn’t return to the apartment until, like, 10pm. I was so worried. THEN! He got upset at me for assuming he’d be cooking when his show is this Friday. Like, sorry I wasn’t informed that you wouldn’t be.

More importantly though, I am worried about Jimin. He used to come to me before his performances and we would talk. I was a person he could turn to for stress relief, but all he’s done leading up to this performance is snap at me and hide away in his studio in preparation. I don’t want him to be this stressed out…

What should I do?

By the next day, you’d figured out what must be done. You were going to forcefully bring Jimin home and the two of you would relax. All of Jimin’s favorite foods were laid out on the living space’s coffee table and you’d even gotten some extra skin care stuff because you knew Jimin loved that. This night would be all about relaxing. Hell, you were even prepared to massage Jimin’s gross feet and back. You’d do anything to make sure that Jimin could relax some.

You just had to… go to his studio and interrupt him in the middle of his practice… and forcefully bring him home.

No big deal. You could do it.

Right?

Right.

With a deep sigh, you gave your relaxation set-up a final once over and left the house. It was already 5pm and if you were going to make Jimin relax, you were going to need to start it soon. All throughout driving to Jimin’s studio, you were thinking over the many ways you could try to convince Jimin to relax and when you finally made it to the studio, you realized another issue:

You had no idea which room he had rented out today.

With an awkward smile and a nod at the receptionist, you made your way into the building. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too hard to find Jimin…

Of course it was hard. He just so happened to be in the third floor studio furthest from the stairs. When you found his room, you noticed he wasn’t alone. Minju was also visiting him. Neither of them noticed you approaching the door. Both were sitting and talking and when you reached the door you started to be able to hear tidbits of what they were saying.

“You’re going to… Seriously?”

“Yeah. I figured it’d be a super sweet way to confess. It’s why I am stressing so much about this performance. It has to be perfect.”

Oh.

You didn’t open the door.

Jimin liked someone?

Why didn’t you know?

You were best friends right?

Best friends were supposed to tell this stuff.

Sadness and disappointment filled your stomach and you contemplated turning around and just letting Jimin practice. Clearly this was important to him. You didn’t want to get in the way of him and another person.

“I don’t know man. Y/n… like this.”

“Like you would know? You’ve known her for the equivalence of a year and then some! I have been… five years now. I was… and as she celebrated!”

“Woah, Jimin-ah… I’m going to go now. Good luck.”

What?

Your brain was short circuiting. He liked you? You must have misheard that. That wasn’t possible. Jimin was… he was a catch and you were just you.

Did you even think of him that way?

“Oh! Hi, Y/n-ah. Crazy seeing you here!” Minju practically shouted, a smirk on his face as he looked back at Jimin.

Fuck! Somehow you managed to mumble a hello to Minju before shuffling into the dance studio and looking at Jimin. He looked tired. He also looked shocked and afraid.

You weren’t supposed to hear what you just heard.

“O-Oh… Y/n-ah! What are you doing here?”

“Well… I, uhhh, I came because I was worried about you. You’re coming home whether you like it or not and you’re going to relax with me.” You tried to be assertive but all the gusto you’d worked up seemed to have disappeared with Minju.

“O-Ok.”

“How much of that c-conversation did you hear, Y/n-ah?”

You sighed, “I…,” Were you about to be honest about this?

Did you want him confessing in front of a crowd of people?

No.

“I think I heard you say that you were planning on confessing to me after your performance?” You didn’t sound sure of yourself, not in the slightest. Not that you knew how anyone could possibly be sure of themselves in such a situation. Jimin himself seemed to deflate, his eyes wide.

“Fuck. This isn’t how you were supposed to find out. I had–”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach at his confirmation of wanting to ask you out.

Why?

Did you have a crush on him?

“So you were planning on confessing?”

“Yeah? I am so sorry if this makes you uncomfortable. Fuck. I didn’t think this through. We’re roommates. This–”

“I’d be down for a date…”

“What?” Jimin jumped up, his tail quivering and ears twitching.

“I’d be down for a date. I… I don’t know if I like you back, romantically at least… but I might and I won’t know unless we try.” Jimin looked at you with shock and you started to feel much, much smaller than Jimin.

“What? Really?”

You nodded.

“Omo! Omo! You won’t regret this one bit!” Jimin was bouncing around the room, excitement clearly evident on his face as he celebrated.

Next thing you knew, you were being pulled into a tight hug, Jimin gently rubbing your neck and repeatedly saying “thank you”. Those damn butterflies never left and as you looked at him, you started to really enjoy the idea of dating him.

He was your little squirrel… but he wasn’t that little.

“When do you want our first date to be? Oh! I need time to plan! Can we have it after my performance? I really need to keep practicing for it… even if I’m not confessing to you after it anymore. Is that ok with you?” Jimin pulled away from the hug, holding you at arms length and looking worried once again. His brows were furrowed and his teeth worried away at his plump lips.

Huh… You’d never noticed just how cute his plump lips were.

“Hmmm… no.” Jimin paled once again, “Our first date… will be… right now.” You said with a smile and a laugh as his brows furrowed deeper.

You reached up and soothed the space between his brows with a soft coo, “You’re super stressed, Jimin-ah. I don’t enjoy seeing you stressed. I planned to take you away from the studio tonight. I have skin care and food back home… and if we want we can also go to your favorite bibimbap restaurant before going back to the apartment. How does that sound?”

Jimin looked conflicted, his cute beady eyes searching your face and moving around the room as he thought. Unless he spoke, you wouldn’t know what he was thinking over and you had half a mind to ask him to speak but instead, you simply waited for Jimin to come to a decision.

“I mean… I was hoping to have some really extravagant first date,” He started but he had already moved to his bag at the side of the room, “This does sound like a great date though… maybe more of a second date or a third date in my opinion–”

“Let’s count it as our second date then. No need to split hairs, Jimin-ah. I’ll wait for you outside the locker room.”

Without giving Jimin time to say anything else, you left and made your way down the stairs to where the locker rooms were. Jimin ran quickly down the stairs and bolted into the locker room, his soft brown ears pinned to his head from how fast he was going. You laughed before settling onto the floor outside the locker room and playing one of the games on your phone. It would be a flip of the coin to see how long Jimin would take. You were personally betting that he is so excited to go on the date that he rushes and is out in fifteen, but he could also want to look good for the date and in turn take an hour.

Not that he didn’t always look good.

Even when you just thought of him as a friend, you knew he looked good. Did you think of him as more than a friend? Possibly, yeah. The idea of going on dates with him and being romantic with him sounds amazing. You were really excited to see how this date will go. Distractedly, you tapped away at your game, your mind in la-la-land as it started to think up a future with Jimin.

“Ready, Y/n-ah?” Jimin asked when he finally finished in the changing room.

In the end, he took a whole hour and a half to get ready and you were almost positive that you saw Jisoo sneak into the changing room with a bag from your apartment, his sleek tail almost hit you in the face as he exited the locker room. As you looked up at Jimin, you were once again struck by just how handsome he was. He styled his hair away from his face somehow and he looked unfairly good in his black skinny jeans and an oversized sweater.

You clambered up onto your feet, your legs numb from sitting in one spot for so long, and nodded at him with a shy smile. Gingerly, as if he was scared of breaking you, he grabbed your hand and the two of you left the dance studio.

Dear Diary,

Jimin asked me out! I was so shocked! Like… it isn’t bad at all… It is actually nice. Really nice. I like it a ton… and even though we’ve only gone on one date so far, I am really starting to like the idea of dating Jimin. He is so… so cute and kind and attentive. We got bibimbap and then just did skincare and stuff.

Something I am really glad about though is that I found out tonight. Apparently, Jimin was hoping to ask me out Friday after his performance… which would have been so embarrassing… (Imagine the pressure and… PDA is roughhh)… but I overheard him talking to Minju. Gosh. I wonder how Minju thinks of this. Did Jimin text him that we started dating? Is he just waiting until we see each other next? I don’t know what I’d prefer.

But uhhh… Jimin and I talked about having a “real” first date after his performance. I’m a little apprehensive though… I don’t want him to be exhausted during our first date. I trust Jimin though. He knows himself better than anyone else and if he thinks that he can handle a date after his recital… then so be it.

AHHH! I am so excited! Wish me luck. I really hope this works out.

You adjusted anxiously in the theater seat, your dress feeling all too tight in all the wrong places as you looked over the recital directory. Jisoo and Minju were next to you, glancing at you and smirking every once in a while. Jimin most definitely told them that you’re dating… and it doesn’t help that you showed up to the recital over-dressed in preparation for your date with Jimin afterwards. Which was at some super fancy place… how he roped you into that? You don’t know. You were just glad that he’d agreed to go dutch. There wasn’t any way in the world that you’d let him pay for both of your meals at such an expensive restaurant.

The recital hall was packed, people murmuring and talking excitedly. All of it stopped though when the lights dimmed and the host (a stout looking woman with some sort of large ears on her head) came on to introduce people. Soon enough the recital started and you became entranced by the many dancers who flounced around on stage. They all seemed so… natural up on the stage. Your breath was completely taken away when Jimin performed though. He was practically flying on stage and the way he moved was so… graceful and fluid. All too soon he was done. He’d taken the show. All throughout the rest of the recital you were transfixed. Jimin’s dance was playing on repeat in your mind, your breath stolen and thoughts completely empty. Soon enough, the show finished up and everyone around you was cheering. Almost half-heartedly, you joined along and followed Minju and Jisoo to where the meet-up was.

Why were you so anxious about seeing Jimin now? You were about to go on a date with him and yet all you could think about was his dance. In no time, Jimin was bouncing over in a nice suit of his own.

How were you supposed to function?

Not only was he the best dancer in… in the world but he was also undoubtedly the most handsome man you’d ever met. The three were talking around you but you were still transfixed. A hand gently touched your back and you jumped.

“Are you ok, Y/n-ah?"

It was Jimin. He was looking at you with concerned eyes and a soft smile. Minju and Jisoo were gone. You two were alone.

"I… Yeah. You were amazing out there. I am just… speechless.”

Jimin laughed quietly, a smug smile on his face as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“You’re ready for our date?"

You nodded excitedly, walking out of the theater with Jimin in tow. This was going to be an amazing night.

Dear Diary,

Tonight was AMAZING. I know I was apprehensive before about dating Jimin but OMG IT WAS SOOOO GOOD. He was such a gentleman and when we held hands I felt butterflies erupt and it just.. It felt so nice. Tonight literally couldn’t have go-

Dear Y/n’s Diary,

I promise to take good care of her. We had a great night and I plan on making her my girlfriend soon. Now if you excuse us, I need cuddles from her.

Jimin.

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kimtaegis · 2 years

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With the year ending, let's look back at what we did! What are your favorite creations you did or the ones you think deserve more love? 🐱🧡

Hi love! Oh I'm finally answering this; I really wanted to sit down and take my time to really think about it and look through everything I've done this year! Funnily enough, I started making gifs and gfx just at the very start of 2021, so it's so fun to look back at this entire year of creating!!

I must say, of course I'm most proud of my gfx. In some rare moments, I look at some of them and think to myself: You really learned all of this within a year, you didn't even have photoshop before 2021, you did a good job, Annie. I think especially right now, with how things are going on here lately, it's good to remind yourself of what you did and how much time and effort you put into something, and that you can be proud, so thank you for this ask, it's a good excercise in self-love <3

The first set that got to my mind is yoongi's birthday gfx. I was feeling so, so bad when I made this, you have no idea. I put so much of my own emotions in this, it was really an outlet at that time (it was similar for this tae set, too). I love the play with light and the vibrant colours in the overall dark theme, I think it both fits him and me very well.

Then there are the mots on:e photobook edits, god those were fun! All the layouts I came up with, the colours schemes, the overall vibes; I still love them sooo much!

ALSO, I've grown to really enjoy making compilation gifsets, I don't think I'll ever make something more annie-esque as the green taegi set <33 I also reached my humour-peak with the its 2: meme edition set afdgfhhjkl

Some that I think deserve more love are the majority of my jimin gfx :( He's the one who inspires me most I think and I love him and my edits of him a lot, actually. Then there's also jungkook's bday edit, which made me go insane for days and I was so proud of how it turned out, but it didn't really succeed on here.

Again, thank you so much for prompting me to do this, it was a nice little recap of the year!! Sending much love your way! xxx

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alpacaparkaseok · 4 years

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7 Secrets <pt. 3>

GENRE: Soulmate!au BTS!

WARNINGS: It’s a bit emotional, but not too bad. So don’t cry, ok?

WORD COUNT: 2,143

Part 3 here we go! Like I mentioned before, I want to make this story as realistic as possible, while still allowing for fun elements. Obviously that implies some emotional moments, but I feel like this will hopefully allow us to see Beth (and the other characters) is a familiar light. I’ve fallen in love with these characters much faster than I even anticipated, so I hope you enjoy! Part 4 will be up soon!

A hushed conversation is what eventually pulls me out of my slumber, although I try my best to ignore them.

“I just feel bad waking her up, she must be exhausted.”

“Yeah, but she won’t be able to sleep tonight if she sleeps much longer.”

“True. Ah, do you think she’ll notice if I steal her photo from Jeju Island?”

At this I finally drag myself to consciousness, ferociously protective of my photo. “You touch it and you die,” my threat comes out sounding not quite as threatening as I had hoped, and the fact that my exhausted brain only managed to get the threat out in English doesn’t help.

I turn to see Minsuh and Aera standing guiltily in the doorway, the former with an embarrassed smile.

“Did you just threaten us?” Minsuh asks tauntingly, knowing that it always takes me a few minutes after I wake up to completely switch into Korean mode. I simply nod as angrily as possible.

“Of course,” Aera snorts at my predicament. “It was easy to tell from your tone of voice. You know, for being the youngest, you aren’t very respectful of your elders.”

I completely ignore her, this being a common point of teasing between us all. Although I am the youngest, and the last out of the seven of us to find out about this whole soulmate mess, they still tend to look to me when it comes to making leadership decisions. I’ve never questioned it much, having always felt most comfortable leading, but I can’t help but wonder if it has something to do with who my soulmate is.

I check my phone to see that it’s already nearly 9 pm, and I shoot them a glare at the same time my stomach growls. They simply skip out of my room, but not before Aera peeks back in to tell me to freshen up.

“We’ll go out to eat in fifteen minutes! Are you sure you don’t want takeout instead? It’s been a long day for you.” Aera takes all of my possible needs into consideration, a trait that I’ve always admired. It’s also the reason why we’ve often had to tell her to slow down, breathe, and focus on taking care of herself. I hope Jimin will understand that too.

Long story short, I have a lot of hopes for my fellow soul-sisters and their soulmates and very, very little for myself.

“No, I want to go out. It’s been so long since we’ve all gone out together. What are we getting?”

Aera smiles at me, pleased with my decision. She’s one of the most social, always aching to get out and go do something.

“Ichika was going on about getting some udon noodles, does that sound alright?”

My stomach rumbles at the mere mention of the Japanese noodles, and we both take that as a yes.

↔

When Bang Si-hyuk decided that it would be best if the seven of us had an apartment together in Seoul, our only condition was that it be close to good food. He might have thought it strange or immature, but I’m still grateful for our foresight back then.

I currently wander beside Himari, our arms slung around each other's shoulders. Ichika leads the way with Kyung-Soon, the two of them rubbing their bellies as we all talk about the good food we just devoured.

If I try hard enough, the cameras that are capturing our every move fade away into the blackness of the night.

Minsuh, Aera, and Seohyun bring up the rear, singing “Mic Drop” at the top of their lungs.

“Himari! Himari!” Seohyun giggles like a maniac. It’s no secret she’s a sucker for Mic Drop. I’ve heard her sing it more than I’ve heard the actual song at this point. “C’mon, help me with the ‘mic mic bungee’ transition, from j-hope to Suga.”

Himari wastes no time in jumping back there, the two of them looking absolutely insane as they go all out. It leaves the rest of us with tears running from our eyes at the sight.

“You look drunk,” Kyung-Soon points out, trying and failing to look serious. “Did you drink?”

Both girls giggle in response, still trying to perfect the transition. “No, of course not. We’re drunk on life, Soon-ah!” Seohyun blurts out, and we all groan in response.

“You know how we get when we’re all together,” Aera interjects. I note that Minsuh has taken her phone out of her pocket and is filming the show. I have no doubt that she’ll find a way to use the footage against them in the future.

“It’s been sooo long,” Ichika adds, smiling warmly at me.

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry that I had to leave for so long. I know you all missed me.” I smirk at them, and they roll their eyes at me. Nobody denies it though, I have hundreds of text messages stating how much they missed me to prove it. I swear I received at least one every day.

Kyung-Soon links her arm in mine, and we continue walking. “We’ll see you weirdos at the house,” she calls over her shoulder. One camera breaks off to follow us from a distance, the other staying behind to watch the show play out. Sure enough, Seohyun and Himari hardly even notice our absence, they’re too busy trying to remember choreography.

With only a couple of blocks left to go before we make it back to our apartment, Soon and I fall into a companionable silence. It’s a while before she breaks it.

“How’s everything going with your book?”

I smile at her, touched that she thought to even ask. She’s always been good at that, though. “It’s...going.” I shrug, and she gives me a knowing laugh.

“You’ve said that about every book. Is this one no different?”

Kyung-Soon is one of the quieter ones, but she’s also one of the people I trust the most. We’ve spent countless nights over the past three years talking late into the night, bouncing book ideas off of each other as well as discussing our deepest fears.

“Well, it was going great for a while. Right now I’m struggling with a bit of writer’s block. Or it’s not even writer’s block. I’m just…” I sigh, craning my neck to look up at the stars far above me. “I’m just tired.”

Kyung-Soon hums in acknowledgement. That’s another thing that I admire. She rarely jumps in with a solution. If she asks a question, it’s because she wants to listen to the answer, not because she’s waiting with a counter-attack.

I wonder for a brief moment if Jin, her soulmate, does the same thing. I entertain the thought for all of two seconds before shaking it off.

Our apartment can be seen at the end of the street, the balcony light still flipped on from earlier.

“Why do you think you’re tired?”

I look at Kyung-Soon, my oldest soul-sister also looking at the balcony light with a small smile on her face. With that expression on her face, I release a shaky breath. The exhaustion from my flight, the pressure of my book deadlines as well as current Webtoon updates and meetings that I have coming up all settle in.

“Soon-ah,” I whisper, and I lower my gaze until it falls on the microphone clipped to my shirt. “Am I doing the right thing?”

She waits patiently for me to continue, even as she gestures something to the cameraman. He mumbles a quiet “goodnight” before retreating into the shadows to set up his camera in a new position.

Kyung-Soon unlocks the door, quietly ushering me inside as I take deep breaths. It doesn’t take long before I’m led out onto the balcony, and I realize that she must have told the cameraman that we would be up there, thus allowing him to capture more footage without having him impose on our conversation inside. I’m grateful for her kind thought, I usually hate when the cameras have to follow us inside.

“It’s just, everytime I come back to Seoul, I start questioning myself all over again.” I wrap myself up in a spare blanket, offering another to Kyung-Soon which she accepts. “There’s just so much uncertainty. Not just in my job. I’m kind of used to that by now, everything can change in a rewrite or an editorial meeting and turn my whole book upside down in a matter of seconds. It’s frustrating, but I can handle that.”

Soon sits quietly, looking up at the night sky. I mirror her movement, hoping it masks the tears that are threatening to spill over at any minute now.

“What’s the other uncertainty?”

We both already know what it is, although I rarely speak about it. I’ve never really even known how to open up and talk about how even though I should be the most happy girl in the world knowing that Kim Namjoon is my soulmate, I have to stop myself from fleeing to Antarctica at the mere thought of actually having to face him.

“I can’t-” I start, but Soon cuts me off.

“You have to.” I look over at her face, which is now completely serious. “Beth, please don’t lock us out and keep all of these feelings to yourself. You don’t have to tell us every little thing, but you need to talk about it. Just because you don’t say it out loud doesn’t mean that you won’t feel scared or worried anymore.”

Sometime during her little speech, the tears started falling. I fall into Soon’s embrace, neither one of us acknowledging the fact that this is the first time I’ve openly cried about my soulmate since that first weekend in Jeju Island. And, if I remember correctly, all of us cried a bit that weekend.

We stay there for a few minutes, and I close my eyes tight because every time I open them they stray to where the cameraman sits in the shadows, eating up the sentimental moment.

“Please tell me,” Soon whispers, and I nod even as a broken hiccup leaves me. I chuckle at the random hiccup, and it helps me to breathe easier as the load I’m bearing is already starting to feel lighter.

“I look at our boys,” I begin, clinging tightly to my blanket and looking up at the stars for the strength I need to say what I need to say. “And I feel like they’re already complete. They have each other, they have ARMY, they’re complete. They have no idea that soulmates are even a thing, let alone that they have soulmates. There’s a part of me that’s mad about that. Mad that for the last three years I’ve been waiting for a man that is already happy without me, that is already more loved that he can even fathom. Mad at freaking Mr. Bang,” Soon chuckles, knowing how much I love and hate the man, “because he refuses to tell them until the ‘time is right’. It’s been three years! And I’ve picked myself back up and tried my hardest to continue on in my career, and it’s fulfilling. I have the most amazing friends in the world, my family is so loving and supportive, and I love my job.”

I stop, nearly panting as my anger fades into something sharper, jabbing at my heart as hot tears spill out onto my cheeks. Soon squeezes my shoulder, bringing me back to the present.

“So why do I feel so lonely?”

I lose the ability to go on speaking, the words too heavy to push out anymore. Instead I simply stare down at my knuckles that clutch the blanket so hard they’re white.

“Oh, Beth. I’m so sorry. Here I was, thinking that it was physically impossible for you to miss Namjoon. Turns out you’re just like me!” Kyung-Soon chuckles even as she wipes the tears from my eyes. “And I know what you’re thinking. How can I miss someone I’ve never met? Easy.” She holds a hand to her heart, and for a moment I can see through my tears enough to see the faraway look in her eyes, mingled with pain and adoration. “Jin has my heart. The idiot doesn’t even realize it, but he’s got it. So I just hope that he returns it to me soon, and in person. That way I can give him a taste of his own medicine and steal his heart. See how he likes it.”

I can’t help but laugh at the evil wink Soon sends me.

“He’ll probably fall in love with you the second he sees you, Soon-ah.”

“What’s that word you taught me again? When I want to say the same thing back?

Another chuckle falls from my lips. “Ditto?”

“Yeah, that. Ditto, Beth. Namjoon won’t know what hit him.”

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missfluffywriter · 4 years

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Purple Irises I Mafia Park Jimin x Reader

Author’s note: Hello everyone! God I feel like I’m always screwing up the update schedule. But I have an offical schedule now!! I now update every Wednesday at around 1:00 pm PST. Oof, okay sooo we’re reaching the galaaa I’m so excited. That’s like the part I’m most looking forward to not gonna lie, lol. Oh an I’ll be uploading the masterlist sometime today. Anyway that’s it for me. Happy readings!

Word count: 9.9k

Genre: Mafia au, doctor au (kind of), florist au (again kind of but not really)

Paring: Park Jimin x reader

(Series) Summary: You were supposed to be delivering flowers, so how did you end up in an operation room digging a bullet out of a mafia boss’ shoulder?

Purple Irises: Royalty and wisdom

Warnings: Guns, violence, language, not much really.

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“Good morn一 Oh? Well, good morning everyone,” You paused mid greeting as your eyes met the seven men scattered around Jimin’s bedroom. Shelty energetically bounds over to the silver-blond mafia boss the minute her eyes land on him. And said silver-blond was more than happy to reciprocate the affection.

Striding to the first-aid box still seated on the table across the bed, a chorus of ‘good morning’s and ‘morning’s resound throughout the room as you sit beside Jimin on the sofa. The mafia boss automatically removes his shirt and turns to give you better access to the bandage clip.

“We got you breakfast,” Jeongguk chirps, directing your attention to the strawberry parfait and the vibrant fruit platter beautifully decorated, on the clear glass coffee table.

“Thanks you guys,” Humming in approval of the healthy breakfast choice, a smile of gratitude curves on your lips as you unwrap the last layer of gauze from the young mafia boss’ shoulder. Your smile widens when you examine the used gauzes. ‘Good, the drainage is lessening,’ The white gauze was nearly stainless, though there were specs of red, the discharge was mostly just a faded yellow stain on the gauze, which meant the wound was healing well.

Carefully cleaning the healing wound with alcohol wipes before applying the antibiotic ointment on and around the bullet wound. Then quickly wrapping Jimin’s shoulder with fresh new gauze and bandage before clipping on the bandage clip.

‘I should show this to Jin,’ He had been wanting to learn the ways of medical science. And what better way than to learn first hand.

Softly calling his name you beckon him to your side whilst putting away the ointment and leftover bandages. “Look, you see this?” You show him the used gauze.

“Uh, yeah?” His answer sounded more like a question, his eyes flickering to dirtied items in your hand then to you.

“You see the light yellow-ish marks on the gauze?” Gesturing to the smudge of yellow on the mostly white piece of cloth. “It’s called a serosanguineous. Serosanguineous is the term used to describe discharge that contains both blood and a clear yellow liquid known as blood serum. Most physical wounds produce some drainage, it’s a sign that the wound is healing,”

“Wait, hold on, hold on. Give me a sec, I need to write down,” Jin scrambles to find any sort of writing tool and surface to write on. With a soft chuckle, you assure the man that he did not have to write this down as everything you had just said was covered in the textbooks you had yet to give him.

You lift the gauze up with both hands for the rest to see when the youngest gives you a curious glance, leaning in from behind to catch a glimpse of what you were talking about. Jeongguk looks inquisitively at the gauze before raising his to meet yours, silently asking you to continue.

Lowering the gauze to sit beside you, a soft smile stretches across your lips, gratefully accepting the cup of parfait Jin hands you. Bringing a spoonful of granola and yogurt to your mouth, you hum, savoring the tart and sweet flavors of the breakfast parfait before diving into a medical lesson. “When you first get a cut or when you bleed after getting a wound that’s called Sanguineous drainage, it is the first drainage that a wound produces. It is the fresh red blood that comes out of the injury when it first occurs. This drainage occurs when a wound is in the first stage of healing, known as the inflammatory stage. It thickens as the blood starts to clot. Though Sanguineous drainage may last longer in deeper wounds.

However, if Sanguineous drainage or drainage that is mostly blood occurs later on in the wound’s healing process that may be a sign of further damage to the tissues in the area. And that’s no good.

And then there is Serosanguineous and that is a different kind of discharge that may happen with larger wounds that require the bandages to be changed regularly, like Jimin’s wound. It’s the clear yellow-ish stuff I talked about. These types of drainage will usually appear in the first few days of a wound’s healing process and then disappear as the wound scabs over. Oh, but that’s for wounds that don’t need stitches or sutures. Sutures like Jimin’s are different, they don’t really scab.

So you see Sanguineous and serosanguineous discharge are all a part of the wound healing process. They help the wound stay lubricated to make healing easier.” You explain, taking breaks between sentences for a bite of your parfait.

Jeongguk looks at you with wide confused doe eyes. As you shifted your eyes to the other six men in the room, they each held a similarly perplexed expression. “You lost me at ‘starts to clot’,” The youngest rapidly blinks, trying to recall any of which you had been speaking of.

“It’s fine,” Chuckling you wave him off, finishing the last spoon of yogurt, granola, and fruit. “So, what are we all here for today? I’m assuming we aren’t having breakfast together just to have breakfast together,” You ask as the men finish their own parfaits.

“Do you remember what Guk said yesterday?” Jimin speaks, shifting to better face you.

“Something about a mafia party?” You ask, recalling the memory from the day before.

“It’s more of a gala or a ball than a party,” Namjoon corrects.

“Yes, and it is the biggest event in the mafia community. Larger mafia families take turns hosting the party each year. This year it is being hosted by the Mae family,” Jimin further explains, crossing one leg over the other.

Raising a questioning brow, you ask, “And you want me to go?” The silver-blond beside you nods, resting his weight on the sofa arm. “I’m sorry, why? I’m your doctor, why would you need me at a party?”

“How can someone be so perceptive yet so dense at the same time?” Jeongguk’s flat tone resounds throughout the room and you could sense the face-palm energy reverberating throughout the room, hearing each man sighing in agreement with the youngest’s statement.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Grumbling, you pulled your legs into your chest, holding onto your ankles.

“You’re going with us because I said so, do you need a better reason?”Jimin voices as he watches you toy with your socks.

Yes “No,” You mumble your response, still not sure as to why they wanted you to attend the ball. A few beats of silence and the thought you had been meaning to bring up returns to you.

“Jimin?” The mafioso hums at the call of his name. “I was thinking, now that the Yeong know we have control over the prison house. That we should probably bring Jiyoung’s family here. Or at least let him see them,”

“Ah yes, we're actually already on that. As a matter of fact, he will be reuniting with them later today,” Namjoon answers your question before someone else pipes up.

“Well then, we need to get her ready for the party,” Hoseok speaks, coming to stand behind Jimin.

“Get me ready?” Blinking, you question the man in charge as you process the abrupt topic change.

“I guess we could start with self-defense, then firearms training, and etiquette and all that jazz will come afterwards. Oh, and I guess we need to get you an outfit,”

“I need to learn what now?” Jimin ignores your question as he announces the day’s plans.

“We’re going shopping after this,” Casually sliding his hands into his sweatpant pockets, a smile curves onto his lips which was honestly more of a smirk.

“We are?” A breathless response comes from you before Jimin is shooing you out of his room.

“Yes, so go get ready,”

“Question,” Your index finger raised. “Why are we standing in front of a Louis Vuitton store?” You ask, taking in the storefront of the luxurious brand. It wasn’t as though you had never seen the building, as a matter of fact, this was a very familiar place, being two blocks down from Kabloom flower shop you had passed this store multiple times on your way to your previous job. But never had you imagined actually going into the place unless it was you were delivering flowers.

“To get you an outfit obviously,” Taehyung says, his forehead scrunching at your question.

“We’re not going in there!” You exclaim, accusingly pointing to the store.

“And why not? Where else are we going to get you an outfit?” Taehyung asks, hands on his hips, trying to understand the reason as to why you were rejecting the store.

“I don’t know a normal boutique. I can’t afford anything from this place!” You shriek an explanation, the pitch of your voice rising as you spoke.

“You are not going to be, we’re paying. You just pick out what you want,” Jimin calmly speaks as he turns to you.

“I’m not letting you waste money on me,” Eyebrows furring in disapproval, you return the mafia boss’ gaze.

“(Y/n), I’m not asking,” He concludes sternly. Your eyes fell to the floor at the silver-blond’s tone, most would not have caught it, but you could hear the anger or at least annoyance laced in his voice.

Jimin himself wasn’t exactly sure as to why his temper flared. It was true that he was known to have a short fuse, but this was nothing to be angry about. But for reasons unknown, he felt his anger blaze at your words. ‘Waste money on me,’ He couldn’t help the scowl that made it’s way onto his face.

“Bu一”

“No buts, you heard the boss, now come on. Let’s go in” Jin excitedly tugs into the store, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jeongguk on your tail.

The store was luxurious to say the least. The soft golden hues of the ceiling lights reflected on the polished white marbles. Leather round sofa-chairs strategically scattered around the space as seating areas for each section of the store. Handbags and clothing artistically placed around the room. The space was immaculately clean and employees dotted every corner of the store, interacting with the many customers. Though the store wasn’t exactly bustling, quite a few shoppers were roaming the vicinity.

Immediately as you step into the lavish store, you are greeted by a tall man dressed in a navy blue suit. “Ah, welcome Park Jimin-ssi, how may I help you today?” He bowed, his eyes flickering to you then back to the young mafia boss before him.

“We’re looking for the finest dresses for this young lady here,” Jimin replied, gesturing to your form.

“Of course, please follow me,” The man nodded, leading the group up the staircase that came into view the minute you stepped into the store. Up the curving staircase, he led you to a dressing room separate from the main store.

A large floor to ceiling window allowed natural light to pour into the room. A plush beige carpet beneath your feet as the entire floor was carpeted. There was another door adjacent to the wall you had entered from. Most likely a dressing room for you to try on the dresses that would be picked. You took in your surroundings as and even within the room handbags and clothing were on display around the sofa that sat directly in front of the ceiling to floor window. “Do you have a dress in mind you would like madam?” He asks you as the four men accompanying you sit on the sofas in the room.

“So (Y/n), what kind of design are you looking for?’’ Taehyung asks.

“I don’t know,” An honest response, you had barely ever been to regular parties and when you did you opted for a comfortable pair of jeans and sweatshirt, never really bothering with the way you dressed. Which also meant you weren’t exactly sure as to how you were supposed to dress for a gala.

“You don’t know? Like color preference? Style? I don’t know, glittery? Flashy?” Taehyung throws out options.

“Oo, no glittery. Something simple, but nice,” Your face contorted as you tried to explain what you liked.

“Simple but nice, great description (Y/n),” Jeongguk scoffs with a flat voice.

“Well, something elegant, nothing too frilly or flashy, but not a maxi dress either. Oh, and definitely a long dress. Something simple but elegant,” Your voice quieted towards the end. “And uh… nevermind”

“No, go on,” With an upward tilt of his head, Jimin urges you to continue.

“It’s nothing really,”

“(Y/n),” His voice deep, a warning in his tone.

“Well um, if it’s not too much, I uh, I like soft fabrics. So it would be nice of the dress was made of the something soft,”

“A long dress, simple but elegant, and made of a soft fabric. We will have all dresses matching the description sent here shortly. Until then please, enjoy some champagne,” The man in the navy suit smiles as another employee, a woman, serves glasses of champagne.

“It’s so weird seeing you without Shelty, why couldn’t just bring her with us?” The youngest whines, his bunny face scrunching as he thought about your adorable companion.

“We can’t bring a dog half your height into a store,” Jin counters the younger male, sipping his champagne.

“As much as I miss her, Jin’s right. We couldn’t bring her here. You have to remember that to other people Shelty is basically a wolf. And I don’t think the employees would be very happy if we tried to bring a wolf into a store they are responsible for,” Chuckling, you watch as the brunette grumbled.

Your eyes drifted throughout the room as the eldest and the youngest launched into another banter while the other two had their eyes glued to their phones. As your gaze continued to roam the room they halted when they landed on a particular handbag that sat just behind a large tote bag.

It was a solid black, rectangular handbag that featured a display of leather-wrapped LV Initials on the upper edge of the handbag. The bag had a top handle as well as adjustable straps. It had a clean crisp design, simple yet elegant. Truly a gorgeous bag, and though you weren’t necessarily interested in collecting overpriced leather boxes, this particular bag stirred a strange want within you. Nibbiling the inside of your lip, you examined the exquisite bag, your focus so intent that you couldn’t feel a pair of honey-brown orbs that were keenly observing your every reaction. You hadn’t realized you had been staring, until a well-dressed woman entered the room, a rack of colorful dresses in tow, and you tore your eyes from the bag to her.

“Simple but elegant and made of a soft fabric. I brought all the dresses that matched the description,” The woman wheeled the rack to where the dressing room door was.

“Well then?” Jin cleared his throat. Though not understanding his gesture, you continue to owlishly blink at him. “Go on, try them on,”

“O一oh, okay,” Stammering out a reply, you quickly make your way towards the clothing rack.

Up close, you counted five dresses in total. And from what you could see, at least three of those dresses fit the criteria you had given near perfectly. The dresses were simple but elegant and incredibly soft to the touch.

An excited smile curved on your lips when you felt the texture of the clothing. Never really having had the opportunity to try on so many beautiful pieces of garments, and never having truly shopped with any other intent than the utility of the product. You couldn’t help the small bounce on your heel as you looked to Jimin, who wore a satisfied smile, nodded for you to go ahead.

‘Why’d I do that?’ You paused, eyelids fluttering as you realized you had asked for Jimin’s permission before doing anything else. You knew he wouldn’t have minded or even cared if you had jumped straight to trying on the dress, but the action was so natural. Your mind had automatically thought of making sure Jimin approved of what you were doing before anything else. And your body moved accordingly.

You didn’t exactly like the feeling of asking permission from someone before doing something, but for now, you shake off those thoughts and return to the most important matter at hand. And that was choosing your gala dress.

“Which are you gonna try on first?” Taehyung asked from his position beside Jimin.

“Oo, try on the black one,” Jeongguk eagerly suggests.

“Why not?” You indulge him, entering the dressing room with the black dress.

The dress was a floor-length, v-neckline ball gown dress with silver beading on the neckline, and black tulle around the skirt. It was a lovely dress, really it was, but it just didn’t fit the simple criteria. Viewing yourself one last time in the mirror you walk out for the men’s opinion. A giddy laugh escapes your lips as you did, you were starting to enjoy yourself.

“How do you think she’ll look?” Taehyung asks, gulping down his second glass of champagne.

“Beautiful,” An almost immediate response comes from the man he least expected to come from.

“What?” He blurts, dumbly stares at his frozen boss as he thought his ears betrayed him. He looks at Jin and Jeongguk, who both held the same shocked expression. So his ears didn’t betray him.

“Did you just一”

“Yes, and?” Jimin cuts off Taehyung. He hadn’t meant to answer. His mouth had moved before his brain did. Although he didn’t exactly regret those words, nor did he really wanted to take them back. He was speaking the honest truth when he spoke those words. Whatever you wore you look absolutely lovely in, whether it be your oversized hoodie you seem to adorably drown in or a thousand dollar dress.

A grin explodes onto Taehyung’s face, a grin that could only mean mischief. Jimin narrowed his eyes at the male. “Not a word,” He warns the chestnut-haired mafioso. The mafia boss’ eyes narrow further as a knowing smile stretches across Jin’s lips, before being ripped from his chain of thoughts by the slow opening of the dressing room door.

All his anger and aggression, forgotten the instant you stepped out of the dressing room. Bashfully walking into the room, you tuck your already tucked hair.

“So, uh, how do I look?” You ask, shyly averting your gaze from a certain silver-blond. You weren’t precisely sure as to where your sudden shyness rose from, but you couldn’t help as your heart thumped powerfully in your chest. And hearing no response from the men, you took their silence as a ‘not very good’. “I一I’ll go try on something el一”

“You look beautiful,” Jimin interjects before you could scurry back into the dressing room.

You didn’t think it possible but you felt your heart pump even faster at his words. A soft red dusted your cheeks as a face splitting grin spread across your face. “Thank you,”

“But, I don’t really think this is my style. So uh, I’ll go try on the other dresses,” You say a little shaky from the rapid pulse in your throat. Hurriedly grabbing another dress from the rack you scamper back into the small dressing room, shutting the door behind you.

Jimin bit back a grin as he watched your back disappear. He didn’t understand the strange warmth that flourished in his chest. He couldn’t express the sheer happiness and satisfaction he felt when he saw the jubilant glimmer that sparkled in your bright orbs and the elated grin that burst onto your lips when you heard his complement. Jimin’s fists clenched as he tried futilely to calm his thundering heartbeat.

“Yong Moon, add that to the cart,” The silver-blonde gestured to the handbag you’d been eyeing minutes prior.

“Of course,” The navy suited man responded, giving a light bow before reaching for the bag, handing it to the woman that had brought in the clothing rack. The woman exited the room with the bag.

Jimin ignored the questioning brow that rose on Jeongguk’s face, and the stupid grins on the faces of the other two. The youngest looked questioningly at his elders, who simply dismissed him with a shake of their heads.

Exhaling a jittery breath you lean against the closed door. ‘He called me beautiful’ You inhale deeply, trying to get your racing heart under control. And even the pain from biting into your lower lip couldn’t suppress the giddy smile that refused to leave your lips. It was a simple compliment, more of an obligatory complement, and yet this inexplicable warm, fluffy feeling had erupted in your chest.

‘I wasn’t even looking when I grabbed this thing,’ Looking down to the dress in your clutches. Your breath hitched as you took in the garment you held. And you hurried to slip into the dress.

‘She’s taking a lot longer than before,’ Jimin shifted in his seat as his gaze bore into the dressing room door.

‘He stares any harder and he’ll burn holes through ‘em,’ Taehyung deadpan expression spoke millions as he watched his boss cross and uncross his legs every few minutes. And the chestnut-haired male could practically feel the moment Jimin forgot to breathe.

“I think I found the one,” In a shy, soft voice you speak as your mirthful eyes excitedly meet theirs.“So uh, what do you guys think?”

The dress was a deep wine red off-shoulder neckline that came together in a v-shape at the chest. A high split in the ball gown skirt that gracefully flowed behind you, making a sort of train. The smooth satin material gently kissed your skin as the dress elegantly hung on your form.

“You look amazing,” Jin is the first to speak up, followed by words of agreement from two other men.

You bashfully thanked the men for the compliment they were showering you with. Although there was still one more that had yet to speak. Jimin hadn’t uttered a single sound since you had entered the room. And the silence was stirring your anxiousness, what if he didn’t like the dress you absolutely adored? Though you doubted he would deny you from choosing what you wanted. You had hoped he would have liked it as much as you did.

“Well then Jimin, don’t you have something you want to say?” Jin cleared his throat as he prompted the young mafia boss to speak.

“Absolutely stunning,” His words flowed straight from his brain to his mouth. Whatever filters he may have had were left useless at that moment. As his cerebrum was far too occupied imprinting the sight before him into his memory. The most gorgeous woman he had ever seen stood before him, shyly asking him for his opinion, technically you asked everyone his mind simply short-circuited itself. As he drank in your form, his face scrunched into a frown when he saw your expression sadden. He didn’t like that, a frown didn’t suit you in the slightest.

But when a wide smile exploded onto your face at his words, the pure joy and happiness that you held in your smile, he couldn’t help the blood that rushed straight into his cheeks. He cleared his throat bringing his hand to his lips and face, in some effort to conceal his rosy cheeks.

“Thank you!” Your own cheeks flushed a brilliant crimson.“And I think I know the one I want” You declare, looking down to the skirt of the beautiful gown, heart still beating a mile a minute.

“Are you sure? There are three more dresses you could try on,” Jin askes, his gaze flickering from you to the clothing rack then back to you.

“Uh-huh, I want this one,”

“That’s fine, but don’t you want to try another one?” Eyebrows furrowed, he asks, coming to stand beside you. And you shake your head as a ‘no’

“But yo一”

“If that’s the one she wants then that’s the one she gets. Yong Moon, please add that to the cart,” Jimin interjects, his gaze shifting to the navy-suited man. “Now for shoes,”

“Jimin-ssi, we thought that the miss would take a liking to that particular dress. So, we brought shoes we thought would go perfectly with it,” His response is immediate as another employee walks in with a pair of black heeled callback sandals. The insoles were a fawn-brown, it had a strap where the vamp of the shoe would have been. And an adjustable strap around the ankle with golden letters spelling “Vuitton”.

A smile curved on your lips as you admired the heels, they had picked this particular pair with your requests in mind.

“Well then, try it on,” Jin urges you.

Snapping your gaze to the older male then back to the shoe, you nod, striding across the small room to where Jin had been sitting.

Delicately you slip on the heeled sandals, adjusting the straps to fit your ankle before standing. Hurriedly tottering to stand before the men, then spinning, giving them a three-hundred-sixty view of your completed outfit.

A quiet hum escapes Jimin’s lips as he watches you twirl, contentment washing over him in waves. He felt a sense of achievement and fulfillment seeing the joyous smile he had brought you. Taking in your form he noticed the bareness of your neck, originally he had all intentions to point out the fact but that was before he had his genius idea, and so he kept his observations to himself.

“Do you like it?” Jimin muses though he was fairly certain of your answer. He simply felt the need to hear it from you. And the shy nod of your head was more than enough for him. “We’ll be taking both,” He says to Yong Moon.

“So uh, how much did it all add up to?” Slinking to where Jimin and Jin were seated, you ask. Considering the fact that you had your dress chosen, you assumed the other two had left to fetch the car.

“The tota一”

“Don’t worry about it,” The young mafia boss cuts off Yong Moon’s answer, waving you off as he signed the receipt.

“Come on, I was just wondering was all,” A frown folds onto your face as you follow them down the stairs and out of the store. “Jimin, please, I don’t see why I can’t know how much you spent on me.” Stepping into the short limousine you had arrived at the store in.

Sighing in defeat, he silently hands you the receipt. Your eyes scan over the piece of paper before landing on the “total” line. A loud gasp left you lips, eyes blowing wide, you snap your head to look at Jimin.

“You did not just spend nearly twenty-five-million won on me!” Voice booming in the car you stare at the mafia who simply shrugged at your words. “That’s like twenty-thousand dollars! Just how much was that dress?!”

“I think the guy said like about twelve-million won,” Taehyung replies thoughtfully, amusement laced in his tone.

“Twelve一 what?! That’s like four times my rent!” You exclaimed. “And the shoes were what? Eight-million won?!”

“You can’t just go around spending millions of won just like that! How could you spend so much! Oh my god, you should’ve told me! I would have picked something cheaper!” Jimin chuckled at your reaction, and this was the reason he hadn’t wanted to let you know of the price.

“That’s exactly why we didn’t tell you,” Jeongguk quips as your brain processed the fact that these crazy nut jobs had just bought you a dress that cost more than your house rent.

“(Y/n), it’s a gala, you have to dress nicely,” Jin laughs, attempting to bring your energy back down to a three.

“Oh my god you guys,” You grumbled, bringing your sweater covered palms to cover your eyes. Your eyes stung as your throat tightened. It was never in you to get emotional over something so trivial as clothes but, this was the first time someone had gone out of their way for you. Sure, it was for the gala, and they wanted you to look presentable, but they didn’t have to.

The smile on Jimin’s lips dissipates when he picks up the soft sniffles that left your throat. “(Y/n)? What’s wrong?” Immediately on alert, anxiously waiting for your answer.

“I’m sorry, it’s一 it’s just… no one’s ever done something so nice for me. To go out of your way, to spend your hard-earned money on a basically a stranger,” You say as tears threaten to fall.

“What?” Jimin’s frown deepens. You weren’t a stranger, not anymore anyway.

“You see, I’ve never known my parents. I grew up in the foster care system. And it’s just, I knew, I knew everything they did, they only did because they had to. I knew they never cared, no one cared, and that was fine. I just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible anyway,” You explained. “That was actually one of the reasons I joined the accelerated program. So I could move into the dorms as soon as I finished high school. Sure, I had friends through college but we were just never close. And I just… I don’t know,”

“Just, thank you, you guys,” Jimin’s breath caught in his throat when you lowered your hands onto your lap, giving them a teary smile.

How strange, thanking the men you should be hating. The men that ruined your perfectly mundane life. And yet here you were thanking them for even you weren’t sure what.

“It一 it’s ah, don’t mention it. Hey, hey don’t cry (Y/n),” The youngest stammers, rubbing the back of his neck. The other men stuttering out similar responses, not entirely sure what to do with the information that had just been handed to them.

Seeing your expression Jimin wasn’t sure as to how he should go about comforting you. Or if you even needed to be comforted. Though his dilemma had been put on hold as his phone binged with a notification. Reaching into his pant pocket he pulled out his phone. Eyes running across the text on his lock screen. He cleared his throat before addressing you, “Ahem, (Y/n),” You hummed at the call of your name as soft sniffels leave your lips. “Most of the things you ordered will be arriving tomorrow,”

“Oh? That’s good I’ll start organizing everything as soon as I get them,”

“I don’t think so,” Jeongguk interrupts.

“Huh?”

“Your training with Hoseok officially starts tomorrow, so I’m afraid you’ll be busy with that all day,” Jimin explains, his gaze meeting your confused ones.

“My what?”

“Training,”

Excruciating pain shot throughout your body, muscles burning and aching having pushed well past their limits. Gasps leave your lips as you struggle to get adequate amounts of oxygen, your lungs working on overdrive. A sheen of sweat layered on your skin as you pushed yourself farther.

“Come on (Y/n), we’re almost there,” Jeongguk encouraged you as he jogged backwards in front of you. ‘Fit bastard,’ You glowered at the male, barely making it back to where Jimin, Jin, and Hoseok were seated on the lawn.

It wasn’t as though your own cardio vascular health was poor, it was just, running a lap around the entier back gardens were more than any normal human could handle, especially in sweltering sun, well, aside from Jeongguk apparently.

“No one一 ha, no one said一 no one said we were running!” Your voice boomed throughout the otherwise peaceful gardens.

“Cardio is very important (Y/n),” Hoseok smiles, throwing you a bottle of water. Which you barely caught before collapsing onto the grass.

“I’m dying,”

“You’re not dying, now get up,” The youngest chuckles, gleefully running his palm through Shelty’s soft fur.

“Excuse me, are you the doctor or am I the doctor?” Thundering at the male you continue, “That’s right, I’m the doctor. I decide when I’m dying. And right now I’m dying.”

“Alright, alright, time to get serious,” Hoseok claps, helping you stand. “How much do you know about self-defense?”

“Honestly, not much,” Sighing, you answer honestly, huffing as you shift your weight from leg to leg. “I’ve never really had to do much self-defending,”

“Have you ever learned any self defense or did you carry a taser or pepper spray or something?” Hoseok asked.

“No, I didn’t really have to carry anything,” Your gaze drifted to the seventy-pound puppy rolling around on the grass. “Whenever I had to work late into the night, I just brought Shelty to work with me. And well, she’s basically a wolf to everyone who doesn’t know otherwise, and no one really wants to test their luck against a wolf half their size. Besides, I already lived in a good part of the town, so there weren’t many threats, to begin with. So yeah,”

“I see… then let’s start with something simple like disarming someone with a knife,” He says before grabbing one of the wooden knives he had brought with him. “First, always try to use your opponent's movements against them,” He explains.

“Wait, uh before we start anything, can we send Shelty into the house, or can Jeongguk or someone take her for a walk or something?” Running your fingers through the soft black fur of the wolf-dog, you ask the men. You could see the confusion in their expression, but their confusion dissipates into understanding as they recalled the incident with Haewon.

“Right, uh, I’ll take her inside,” Jin offers, standing from his seated position. He dusts off his butt before calling your puppy to him.

Shelty looks at you, and you give her a smile, prompting her to go with Jin, “Go on,” And that’s all she needs to gallop over to the eldest, right after showering Jimin with slobbery wet kisses.

“Here, try attacking me with this knife,” Hoseok calls for your attention, throwing you the wooden knife, he stands in a guarded position.

“It’s alright, I’ll be fine,” Hoseok assured when he saw you hesitate. And your eyebrows furrowed at his words. Of course, he’d be fine, he had been doing this for much longer than you ever had. And it wasn’t him that you were worried about, you were more concerned that he wouldn’t be able to hold back properly and you’d end up getting hurt.

“It’s not really you, I’m worried about,” A flat chuckle leaves your lips.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be holding back,”

“Oh you better,” Huffing a laugh you charge towards him with the knife outstretched in front of you.

“Now you see, when someone is coming at you with a knife, pivot on your foot,” He pivoted on his right foot, letting you pass him. “Then grab the hand with the knife and the back of their neck, twist the wrist until they let go of the knife,” He tightly took hold of your wrist, twisting it out of your grasp. “Bring their arm behind them, push them to the ground with the attacker’s own momentum then pin them to the ground using your weight,” He explained, pinning you on the ground with his knee on your back.

A yelp left your lips when the pressure from his knee became a little too powerful. “Oh god, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” He jumped off of you, then helped you to your feet.

“I’m fine,” Giving him a reassuring smile, you stand.

“Are you sure? Do you need a break?” Another voice pipes in from the sidelines. Turning your head to see the owner of the familiar voice, your smile softens when your gaze lands on a worried-looking Jimin, who was already half on his feet.

“I’m fine Jimin, really. And honestly, a break would be lovely right now,” Jimin opens his mouth to speak, though you cut him off before he could make a sound. “But, if I do take a break I know I’ll never get back to it because I will find some way to escape this. So… let’s just... get started,” Although still not fully convinced, he sits back, letting you continue.

Leaning your weight on your left leg you chuckled, the mafia boss had been, in his own way, oddly clingy with you, staying by your side whenever possible. ‘How adorable,’ Shaking your head you turn back to Hoseok.

“Alright then, we’ll start slow motion, then as you get used to it, we can speed up. Okay?” Nodding to his words you throw him the knife. “Okay, here we go. Remember everything I told you,”

He moved slowly with the knife in his right hand. ‘Pivot, twist, grab, pin,’ Recalling his instructions you pivot on your left foot, grabbing his wrist and twisting it. You weren’t exactly sure whether you had made him let go or if he had willingly let go, most likely the latter. Before pushing him, for now gently, onto the ground, then using all your weight you pin him to the ground. Though it was more of you sat on him while you held his arm to his back.

“Good job. It was close, but not quite,” He says as you stood, helping him up as you did. “Don’t just sit on me. If the attacker is trained, and most of them are they’ll be out of your hold before you know it,” He teaches you, and you make mental notes. ‘I should really be taking notes,’

“Instead, apply all your weight onto one of your knees, while kind of standing on the other. So if you need to, you can jump away from the attacker quickly,” He explains while you nod in understanding. “Alright, let’s try it again,”

And the process continues, you practiced that one move again and again, though each time the attack speed quickens till the point it was almost at full speed. There were moments where Hoseok would pause the training to give you extra pointers and tips.

Deeming your knife disarming skills decent, he moves on to teaching you to block and dodge attacks, though he says to stick solely to dodging if all possible. The afternoon passes by practicing dodging punches, kicks, and jabs. He also taught you to anticipate the movements of the enemy and to move accordingly.

“Alright, now how about you use everything I taught you and come at me?” Hoseok challenges with a tilt of his head.

“Just go easy on me,” Charging towards him, you stop dead in your tracks right before. Hoseok’s eyes widened, unsure of what you were planning. ‘Here we go,’ Using that fleeting moment of surprise, you throw a punch barely missing his face. He effortlessly dodges, but that was exactly what you wanted him to do. As he lightly leaned backwards, taking a step behind him to balance himself. ‘Now!’ There was always this brief instant before someone balances themselves that they are the most vulnerable to a pin-down.

Just as your fist comes to its destination, placing your other hand onto his upper chest, at the base of his neck, you launch all your weight off the pads of your feet. Almost jumping while running straight into him. And the momentum is more than enough to push him down and just as he taught you pressed your right leg onto his torso, effectively pinning him down. ‘I never thought I’d ever have to use this,’ On your way down you balled your hands into fists, as soon as you landed on the ground, using all your weight grinding your knuckles into his chest right on his ribs.

A sharp cry of pain leaves Hoseok’s lips before he flips you, switching your positions, he pinned your hands above your head and his knee painfully digging into your stomach.

“Hoseok! That hurts! Ah, Hoseok!” Screaming in pain, you call out his name. You shriek when he doesn’t hear you and applies more pressure to his knees. At your howl, the two men standing by jumped to their feet, both calling out the older male’s name.

“Hoseok!”

“Hoseok hyung!”

“Huh? Wha?” The call of his brothers broke him from whatever trance he had been, as he breathlessly blinks when he looks down and sees you orbs glazed with tears, he immediately jumps off you. “(Y/n)! I’m so sorry! Are you alright?!” He asks you, gently helping you sit up.

“(Y/n), are you okay?” Jeongguk asks, worry enveloping his voice.

“What the fuck happened back there?!” Jimin’s voice thunders as he rushes to your side, pulling you into his chest. Groaning, you wrap your arms around his waist, burying your head into the nape of his neck. Your body in too much pain to register your actions, but instinctually curling around Jimin’s warmth.

“I一 I don’t know,” He stammers, his eyes flying in all directions as he tried to figure that out himself. “I一 I don’t know what came over me. I’m so sorry (Y/n), I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just, I’m sorry,” His head lowers.

“It’s okay, I’m fine. It just hurt at the moment was all. I’m fine now,” Your voice, shaky partly from the pain and partly because of the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Jimin’s hold tightens when he hears your shaky assurance.

“Well, make sure it never fucking happens again!” The mafia boss harshly chides the older male.

“I’m sorry (Y/n). I didn’t mean to hurt you,” He apologizes for the umpteenth time. “But uh, what was the move?” He asks, barely meeting your eyes.

“Oh, I should be apologizing to you too, I’m sorry, it probably hurt didn’t it?” Still tucked underneath Jimin’s head you speak to the older male. And Hoseok nods a ‘yes’ to your question. Not bothering to move from your position you explain to the men where you had learned that move. “It was something I learned during my residency,”

“One time a prisoner who had apparently fainted without reason was brought into the ER, I wasn't stationed there or anything. I was just leaving the hospital when they brought in the prisoner and that’s when one of the ER doctors did what I did to the prisoner,” You say, “It turned out the prisoner tried using fainting as a means to escape, and I guess the doctor knew he was faking it and used that move on him. The prisoner jumped, yelling in pain. So, yeah, that’s where I learned it,”

“Wow, seriously,” Jeongguk’s eyes wide in amazement.

Jimin relaxed ever so slightly when a soft chuckle left your lips. “Alright, let’s go inside, you’re done for today,” He declares, looking down to you.

“I’m fine, really. How about a quick break instead?” You suggest.

“No, you’re fucking done for the day, you can get back on it tomorrow, but for today you’re done” The silver-blonde male repeats himself, his tone lower in a warning.

“Fine,” Grumbling, you comply with the male. Hissing in pain, you slowly stand with Jimin’s support. ‘Oh, that’s definitely gonna bruise,’

“Come one let’s go inside,” The mafia boss calls to the group, already gently leading you towards the house.

“You did really well for a first-timer (Y/n),” Hoseok praises, as the group makes their way back into the house. Thanking him for the compliment, you followed the three men into the living room through the glass door that connected the gardens to the living room.

“So, what do you want fo一”

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)! Where is she?!” A panicked voice booms throughout the room.

Your head snaps toward the direction of the distressed voice. And a distraught Jiyoung comes barreling into the living room with a little girl limp in his arms, followed by an equally distraught woman behind him.

Seeing the motionless child in Jiyoung’s arms, the doctor within you vaults into action, the aches of your muscle forgotten as you attend to your patient. “Put her on the sofa,” You instruct, taking her pulse and feeling for her temperature. Her pulse was much slower than what was deemed normal for a child especially at rest. Her face was flushed and you could see slight swelling on the apples of her cheeks and eyelids. ‘Is this?’ Acting on a hunch you gently examine the skin around her arms and neck. And sure enough, red angry hives dotted her flushed skin.

“She’s having an allergic reaction. Is she allergic to anything, foods or insects or something?” You ask the two adults that had brought her in.

“I一 I was showing them the gardens and she got stung by a bee. But she was fine right after that, she was crying but awake,” He explained. “And we were heading back to treat the sting when she suddenly collapsed,”

“Is she allergic to bees?”

“Not that we know of,” The woman answers.

“So, she’s never been stung before?” The parents shake their heads ‘no’.

Then suddenly strangled breaths came from the little girl and you realize the situation had just nose-dived straight into hell. ‘Anaphylaxis’ All the symptoms put together strongly indicate anaphylactic shock.

“An epipen, I need an epipen,” You say. “Jimin, the order. It was supposed to arrive today, right?”

“Uh, Yes,” He answers, eyes fluttering almost as though he were breaking from a trance.

“Where is it? There should be epipens with them,”

“In the doctor's room, everything you ordered was placed in there,” Jimin responds, his honey-brown orbs flickering to the room up the stairs then back to you.

“Do any of you know what an epipen looks like?” You ask urgency laced your voice. “Alright, plan B. We’re moving her to the OR,”

“OR?” Jeongguk parrots, a confusion dancing on his expression.

“The doctor’s room,” Clarifying your words, you instruct Jiyoung to carry Min-cha up to the OR. “Okay, we have to hurry but try to be as gentle,”

“Why? What’s wrong? Is she gonna be okay?” Heiran asks you could hear the dread and fear twisting her voice.

“She’s going into anaphylactic shock, it’s a sever form of an allergic reaction and if it’s not treated as soon as possible it can be life-threatening in some cases,” The woman’s face pales at your words. “But we have the medicine needed upstairs, so let’s move her up there okay?”

She gives a hasty nod and you see the panic in her eyes. “Look, I’m going to do absolutely everything I can, okay?” Sucking in a breath she follows as Jiyoung swiftly yet tenderly carries his daughter into the tiled room. The older male muttered soft reassurance to the unconscious child in his arms, and to himself.

“Put her on the table,” You command. “Jeongguk, Jimin, Hoseok help me look for a box of thick, orange pens with a blue cap like thing on one end. It should say epipens on the box,” You instruct the mafiosos as you rush to the four large boxes scattered on the OR floor and try to rip open the cardboard flaps of the boxes, only to fail.

“Here, let me,” Hoseok offers, guiding you away from the box, he pulls out a knife from his back before using it to cut open the duct tape sealing the card boxes shut.

You give a brief ‘thank you’ before the cardboard flaps fly open and you are digging through the box in search of the medical instrument. ‘This is why we always keep epipens close by,’ Hissing to yourself you sift through the container as quickly and as delicately as your hands would allow.

“Did anyone find anything?” You project your voice steadily and calmly. You really didn’t want to waste time calming down two panicking adults.

“I一 I think I found it,” Jeongguk speaks up and your attention snaps to where he stood, a bright yellow box in his hands.

“Good job, Guk!” Hurrying to him, you ruffle his chocolate-brown locks before tearing the box and dumping out a yellow auto-injection, you hand the box to Jimin before hastily returning to Min-cha’s side.

“Hold her still,” Pulling off the blue safety of the epipen, you instruct the parents.

Pushing the pastel-pink summer dress to slightly expose her thighs, you press the orange end of the epipen into her thigh until you hear a soft click then holding the pen there for the next few seconds.

“The medicine should start taking effect in five to ten minutes,” Easing away from the table you inform the group, taking hold of her wrist to keep track of her pulse. And sure enough within five minutes of administration Min-cha’s tense expression relaxed. You could feel her breathing even and her pulse rising to normal levels. The hives along her upper arms weren’t as angry or irritated as before, and her complexion had returned to its natural shade.

“Alright, I think we’re good,” You see her parents visibly slump at your words. “You can take her back to your room, though I suggest taking her in for an allergy test soon just to be safe. But, for now, just keep an eye on her,” A tired smile curves on your lips as you step back from the family. But Heiran’s soft hold on your hand halts your movements.

“Thank you, thank you so much,” She gives you a teary smile, pulling you into a brief hug.

“Of course,” Nodding to her, you stride to the three men leaning against the cupboards.

“Oow” You wince as you make your way to the men. The adrenaline wearing off from all the excitement, pain shoots through your abdomen. ‘Better grab the ointment now,’ Pulling open the cupboard, you reach for an ointment for bruising.

“Good job,” Jimin praises you, wrapping an arm around your waist as you rest your weight against the cupboard as well.

“Hmm, thank you,” You hum, watching Jiyoung and Heiran leave the room, Min-cah in her father’s hold “We should get going too,”

“That was way too much excitement for one day,” Huffing, you placed the first-aid box on Jimin’s bed.

“You think that was too much,” The mafia boss snorts, slipping off his simple beige sweatshirt.

“Oh? And what exactly is so funny?” Scoffing playfully, you unclip the bandage clip and unwrap the bandages.

“You’ve been in a shootout, made a deal with a yakuza head, not to mention held at gunpoint on multiple occasions and you think today was too much?” Jimin retorts, and you chuckle alongside him.

“Hmm, I’d say a few more days and we can take out the sutures,” You say thoughtlessly, wrapping the fresh gauze around his newly cleaned wound.

Exhausted from the day’s training and the whole incident with Min-cha, you don’t notice the way Jimin’s eyes darken when his chuckle faded.

“You know, we should really get allergy tests done on you guys,” Closing the first-aid box, you put it back where it had been. Jimin simply hums at your suggestion, his honey-brown orbs strangely distant, lost in thought.

An odd discomfort twisted in your chest seeing the somber distance in his usually vibrant eyes. You wracked your brain trying to figure out what could have caused this abrupt change. He was fine just minutes ago, but his mood seemed to sour for reasons you couldn’t name. And try as you might, not a single incident came to mind. Was it something you said or did?

Sighing you decide it’d be best to leave him be for the time being. “Well, good night,” Turning on your heel you intended to speed out the door. But a strong hold around your wrist paired and a gentle yank, pulls you back down onto Jimin’s bed.

“What’s wrong?” You whisper, feeling it inappropriate to raise your voice to anything above that.

“Your injury, what about your injury?”Jimin says softly, his warm breath on the back of your neck.

A tender smile curls on your lips as you shift to face the silver-blond. “Don’t worry about it. It was just a light bruise, the pain’s almost gone anyway,” You assure him.

“But一”

“I’ll be fine Jimin. The absolute worst that could happen is that it might get a little sore tomorrow, okay?” Moving on pure instinct, you cup his right cheek, delicately running your thumb across his impossibly soft skin. “Okay?” You ask him.

“Okay,” Mumbling, he leans into your touch.

With a quiet chuckle, you part from him, “Good night, Jimin,”

“Good night (Y/n)”

Mindlessly staring at the dark ceiling of his bedroom, Jimin replays his words in his head. ‘Held at gunpoint on multiple occasions, huh?’ It was true, you had been at the end of the muzzle of a gun in many circumstances. As a matter of fact, he himself had held you at gunpoint the first time technically the second time he had met you.

He had held many people at the receiving end of the gun more times than he cared to remember. And more often than not those at the receiving end of his bullet, usually received the bullet. Back then he had been fully prepared to do the same to you, but now he couldn’t even imagine you with a small cut.

When had this started? When did you become someone to him? When had he started caring about you? Was it when he showed you his mother’s garden? When he made lemon balm tea with you? Or was it when you had fallen asleep in his room?

Wetting his lips with his tongue Jimin thought back to the time when Haewon had put a gun to your temple. He recalled the burning rage and the bitter-cold fear that flowed throughout his body, like molten lava and fridge ice both running through his veins at the same time.

His exact memories of the event were fuzzy and hazy, aside from the image of Haewon holding a gun to your head, everything else was nothing more than a blur, moving color in the background. He remembered his brain was working a mile a minute, thinking of any and every way of getting you out of the situation safely, unharmed. He didn’t remember breathing the whole time you had been held captive.

He couldn’t explain it, these inexplicable rushes of emotions. The elation and contentment he felt whenever he would see you happy. The sheer satisfaction he felt when he was the one responsible for the smile on your delicate lips, just as it did when your expression lit up after he had complimented you. This unsettling feeling that twisted his gut when you were upset, like the time you thought you wouldn’t have rose hips for your tea. That brutal fear that ran across his body when you were captured had been the main reason why he had you learning self defense, so you would know how to handle yourself, so he wouldn’t have to feel that fear again. But those weren’t the only incidents of strange feelings. Like today, he recalled the unadulterated rage he felt when Hoseok had brought you pain, a similar kind of anger he would feel if someone were to hurt one of his brothers but somehow different, this was hotter, brighter .

Turning to his side, Jimin clutched at the pillow beside him, resisting the sleep that was threatening him. And though he hadn’t done much, he felt waves of exhaustion crashing into him as he lay in bed. ‘Just what the hell is going on here?’ His last thought resounded in his head as sleep finally pulled him under.

“Not bad, (Y/n). If you keep that up, we could probably even start you on firearms training,” Jeongguk comments as you tried to catch your breath.

“Tell me something,” The younger hums acknowledging your words.

“If we had a training room with air conditioning and mats all along,” You say, “Then why haven’t we been training in here?! Why didn’t we train in here yesterday? Or the day before that? Or the day before… the day before?” You raise your voice, not enough to cause a commotion, just enough to get a point across.

“Because,”

“Because?”

“Because it’s good for you,”

“So Hoseok had me running in that kind of blistering heat and was throwing me around on the grass because it was good for me?” Your voice, calm as a peaceful river. Or an ocean before a storm.

“Yeah…” The brunette sweats as he quickly changes the subject. “A一anyways, are you excited for the gala,”

“Hoseok’s a better teacher than you,”

“Why you,” Jeongguk growls as he tackles you into the ground before softly brushing his fingertips along your sides.

Immediately you regret your taunt as Jeongguk mercilessly tickles you. Your laughter resounds throughout the room as you beg for the chocolate-haired male’s forgiveness.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please stop,” Shrieking a giggle you plead for his mercy. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please. Ha, ha,”

Jeongguk relents with a giggle of his own, moving off of you, he gives you a mischievous bunny smile. As you wipe tears from your little fit, returning his smile with a grin of your own.

“So,” Sitting up you speak. “What are the galas like?” Brushing your hand though your hair, your question.

“It’s nice, I mean the food’s actually really good. And since a different family hosts the gala each year, it became kind of like a competition of who has the better venue and better food,” Shuffling to where you were seated, he plops down beside you.

“Oh? That sounds kinda fun,” You muse, criss-crossing your legs.

“It is,” He continues. “I mean the foods great, it’s the company that’s shit,”

“The company?” A questioning brow rises on your face as you gesture him to continue.

“Yeah,”. His expression transforms that of disdain. As forgotten anger churns in his gut as he remembers the wench of a woman that had managed to ruin nearly all events Bangtan attended. “Her name’s Hae Seulgi,”

“Does she bother you or something?”

“No, well, yes. It happened a year ago or so, her and Jimin hyung, well, they used to… have an unofficial relationship,” He pauses to find the appropriate words.

A soft pang stabs at your chest as you listen to the younger male speak. ‘He was in a romantic relationship... Of course, he was in a relationship Like any normal person in their early twenties. Obviously,’ Nibbling on your lower lip you ignore the sharp prick you felt.

“So like dating?” Running your fingers through your hair you ask. The younger male’s bunny nose scrunches as he thinks of better words to explain their situation.

“Uh, no. It was more, well…” Pausing once again, he says, “Physical,”

“Friends with benefits?” The pain spreads, like a sunflower blooming at dawn

“Uh, I guess, something like that,” Jeongguk wasn’t entirely sure as to how he would fully explain their somewhat complicated relationship. And technically both parties did benefit, in more ways than one.

“I see, is it like awkward with her or something?” You question, your gaze never fully meeting him. Jeongguk scoffs at your question. He’d be a happy camper if it were so simple.

“No, she’s just a bitch,” His voice flat as he explined. “And clingy, so clingy,”

“Even though hyung ended things.She basically latches onto Jimin hyung every chance she gets,” Making exaggerated movements with his arms, he enthusiastically tells you about this Hae Seulgi character.

“Oh?”

“Yeah! And she has the gall to order us around like she’s the boss,”

“Well then, seems like we’ll have to give her a present,” An impish grin curls on your lips. If she had caused so much anguish to her dear friend, then it was only right to return the favor, and you had to do it in a way even those who were looking wouldn’t be able to catch.

“What?” Jeongguk’s head snaps to your direction, and an equally wide grin curves onto his face. “I smell mischief,”

“Oh? I smell flowers,”

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