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bngtanah · 4 years

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I’m (not) With The Band. | o7

summary: Adrienne is an indie producer who is hired to help co-produce BTS’ next album alongside their resident producer; Suga. Despite the initial opposition on both ends, the pair spend time together, share a few stories, dreams and aspirations and begin to hit it off really well. Wrapped up in the whirlwind of late nights and heated disagreements and reconciliations, Min Yoongi and Adrienne Rolle find themselves growing closer and closer. One night they decide to cross the barrier between personal and professional and do their best make a relationship work against all odds.

pairing: idol!Yoongi x OC

word count: 4.5k genre: drama, romance, smut(eventually)

chapters: prologue| o1| o2| o3| o4| o5| o6| o7| o8| o9| 10| 11|

warning: fluff, workplace relationship, slow burn, sexual attraction, ambw, developing relationship, light angst, making out.

a/n: hey. sup. it’s been forever lmao.

"No, no, I want there to be a subtle kind of...sexiness even without the lyrics"

"But I thought we agreed to go for a different feeling?"

"We did...then I changed my mind"

"So, I guess what I want doesn't matter?"

"For this song- no. No, it does not."

Yoongi wanted to be annoyed by her dismissal and deep down he mostly was, Andy was being unnecessarily difficult with the direction of their latest music-related venture, and although she had shot down nearly all of his ideas today, Yoongi still found himself bowing to her will instead of arguing with her like he usually would whenever she batted those big green eyes at him. He was fairly certain that she wasn't doing this on purpose, enticing him so that he would continue to remain entranced by her attractive features and intoxicating smile, even if she wasn't aware of what she was doing, the results were still the same. She already had him wrapped around her finger without even realizing it and Yoongi hated being so damn malleable.

Today was another day off for the group but with the limited time and amount of preparation they still had to go through t in order to be ready to release their album on time, no one in the group had the luxury of lounging around doing nothing like they had been doing the past few days. Everyone was either practicing, giving interviews or helping out with lyrics for the few songs that were already completed and approved leaving Andy and Yoongi alone in an empty dorm to get some actual work done. They opted out of working at the studio since it was already crowded with Namjoon, Jimin and Hoseok using the computer and mic, Yoongi knew that the dorm would be empty for most of the day, so it gave them a chance to work in peace.

"Look," Adrienne sighed and leaned back on her elbows, they were seated on Yoongi's bed and much closer than they needed to be "I'm sure whatever you're thinking is great but if you guys really want to go for a more mature image with this album you need a song like this. The kind of song that will give you the confidence to strip and give your boyfriend a lap dance even if you can't dance for shit." Adrienne exhaled sharply and glanced up at the ceiling, looking wistful. She wasn't looking at Yoongi, and she hadn't been since she started speaking, but if she was she probably would have noticed the way his eyes ping-ponged between the slight amount of cleavage peeking out of the top of her v-neck and her plump lips that curled into a seductive smile when she spoke that last sentence.

Something about the way she said the previous sentence, however, must’ve given too much of her desire away, because he froze when she exhaled, just to stare her down. When Adrienne finally did glance to the side she flinched slightly under his intense glare but didn't back away.

"Sorry, was that too much? I talk without thinking sometimes..."

"No... that's not-"

It seemed Yoongi hadn’t truly been paying attention to what she was saying before, but now he would have been hanging on her every word if she had the courage to say anything else, instead, they just stared at each other, neither one moving an inch until one of Adrienne's braids fell into her face and Yoongi raised his fingers and brushed the back of his knuckles across her cheek to put it back in place.

His movements were gentle, so gentle that Adrienne could barely breathe– the moment stretched out for so much longer than seemed appropriate, allowing Adrienne to become lost in her thoughts and the realization of just how much she wanted his lips on her to hit her with a heavy awareness. Andy broke under the thought and found herself leaning forward to just do it, to just kiss him like she had wanted to for so much longer than she cared to think about. Yoongi leaned forward as well, the hand that was caressing her cheek moving down to her neck to securely keep her head where he wanted it to be. Eyelids hooded and lips just a few inches apart, their breathing intermingled as they drew closer and closer to their intended goal. Weeks of flirting and mutually explosive tension bubbling just under the surface was just seconds from reaching its peak....until hearing the door handle jiggle broke apart their fantasy.

Suddenly the front door opened, and the sound of Jin's voice blending together with Jungkook's caused the enamored pair to spring apart, quite literally, with Yoongi rolling further into the center of his bed and Adrienne tumbling from the bed to the ground, landing flat on her ass.

"Are you okay?" Yoongi asked quickly, peering over the edge as Adrienne nodded and rubbed the sore spot on her hip where she landed.

"I'm fine, just a little bruise-" She responded with a groan then looked up, the moment between them was long from being forgotten and that was evident in the way Yoongi still peered down at her like he wanted to devour her right then. But, Jin and Jungkook making their presence known in the hallway outside Yoongi's bedroom made them break contact and swiftly pretend to be working, Andy grabbing her notebook off the edge of the bed and Yoongi mindlessly pressing keys on his laptop as the two young men hovered around the entrance and inquired about how their work was going.

"Yoongi's being stubborn, and I am making amazing music, so it's just like always," Adrienne commented from the floor, earning a chuckle from both Jin and Jungkook and an agitated smirk from the target of her jeer.

"Ah, well we won't distract you, keep working hard!" Jin stated as he began to usher Jungkook out the door, who was on the verge of complaining.

"Oh no! You can stay!" Adrienne replied, too quickly, and shot out her hand to stop them from leaving "It would be nice to hear some feedback." She wasn't too certain about being left alone with Yoongi after what had almost happened just a few seconds earlier, even with her sitting on the floor now there was no guaranteeing she wouldn't lose her senses again and do something stupid like try to kiss her coworker.

"Are you sure won't we be in the way?" Jin asked in part, allowing Jungkook to finish off the question even though he was already walking back towards Jin's bed and sitting down. Both of them glanced back and forth from Adrienne to Yoongi for an answer, before finally settling on Yoongi.

"It's fine," he grumbled from behind his laptop screen, "Just try not to make too much noise."

They, of course, did the opposite of what he asked.

Yoongi slammed the door of the Bangtan room so hard Adrienne swore she could hear the frosted glass crack and shatter when he entered the room. She didn't even bother swiveling around in her chair when she heard him come in since she already knew what was bothering him. Yoongi had a meeting with the boss today about a few songs he'd submitted on his own for approval and, judging by his reaction, it probably hadn't gone well.

It was always interesting (terrifying) to see Yoongi so genuinely angry, he was usually so calm and unconcerned by small or big things, but when it came to his music he quite literally wore his emotions on his sleeves and it barely took much to ignite a blaze of fire within him.

"Yoongi-ssi?" Adrienne called as she heard his pacing back and forth behind her.

No answer.

"Are you alright?" Adrienne decided to ask once again when he took a seat on the couch and began running both of his hands down the length of his face.

"Do I seem alright to you?" Yoongi snapped with his face still buried in his hands, his knee was bouncing up and down so quickly it warbled his voice and Adrienne couldn't even find herself becoming offended by his curt reply.

"You don't," Adrienne answered as she spun around to face Yoongi, "That's why I'm asking if you are. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but don't come in here disrupting my time with your bad vibes if just going to be an asshole."

Yoongi puffed up almost immediately, his chest inflating with arrogance and his lips twisting into an aggravated scowl. He looked up, ready to dispute his right to be an asshole whenever he wanted to be, but once his eyes met Adrienne's he deflated and glanced to the side with a heavy sigh. He shouldn't be putting his anger off on her, she wasn't the reason he was upset.

"He said no- again!" Yoongi finally replied with an answer that Adrienne already knew, but she nodded anyway, her gaze never leaving his as he began to rant about not being taken seriously.

"They still look at me and talk to me like I'm still the same kid that auditioned here three years ago, it's fucking humiliating!"

"Did he at least give you some constructive criticism?" Andy asked, trying to remain positive.

"That's not even the point," Yoongi huffed, rising up from his seat, "If it was just about my song not being good enough, I could change that. I can always make better songs but I'm not growing as an artist if I'm constantly being told to write about the same thing in a slightly different way! There are only so many similes and metaphors you can write about someone not loving you the way you love them."

Adrienne frowned and nodded because she understood how he felt. Even when she felt like she didn't know Yoongi as well as she wanted to, it was always very obvious to Adrienne how much his music meant to him, that was something they had in common and it was probably the reason for most of their music-related disagreements. Neither of them would put their name on a project that they didn't know was their absolute best effort.

Yoongi was still pacing back and forth the length of the small studio room in an attempt to work off all the anger that was building up inside him. He stopped abruptly once he felt Adrienne's arms embrace him from behind and her cheek rest against his shoulder, she was wearing platform sneakers that made her as tall as him.

"Do you really think your boss doesn't respect you?" She asked after a few seconds passed and his harsh breathing had calmed some.

"He's not acting like he does," Yoongi muttered over his shoulder.

"You know that's not what I asked, do you honestly think he doesn't respect you? Would he have given you the responsibility of producing an entire album for your group if he didn't appreciate your talent?" Adrienne inquired and picked her head up off of Yoongi's shoulder.

"...Technically he didn't, he hired you to produce it with me." He said quietly, followed by a pained hiss when Adrienne flicked his earlobe.

"Yah! We're getting along, don't ruin the moment!"

Yoongi smiled, it was small and short-lived but it was the first time he hadn't been scowling since he walked into the room and Andy counted that as a win.

"In all seriousness, I know for a fact that he doesn't think you're still the same kid you were when you were training. You should hear the way he talked about you before I met you guys, it was nauseating. I think he recognizes that you've grown which is why he allowed this opportunity, he also knows what's going to sell so try not to take the rejection too personally."

Yoongi exhaled and pressed his lips together, he knew she was right. He may have been taking this a little too personally, but his music was an extension of him, how could he not? After a second of contemplation, Yoongi turned so that he was facing Adrienne and looped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her close to him in a tight hug.

"Thank you," He said gently as they pulled apart and Adrienne smiled widely in response, her grip on his forearms reluctantly growing slack. A moment of charged silence passed between them once again when they were no longer hugging, and Adrienne felt a fleeting sensation of recklessness pass through her once again. They still hadn't talked about what had happened a few days earlier in Yoongi's room, Adrienne was waiting for him to bring it up while being too cowardly to do it herself and Yoongi felt the same way.

"You should do something," Adrienne spoke first.

"What?" Yoongi asked, clearly confused.

"Your song," Adrienne clarified and backed away to save her own sanity. "You should do something with it if you really like it that much. Maybe you can't put it on an album, but you can always release it for free? Your fans would like that"

"Ah, I don't know about that" Yoongi shook his head and returned to his seat on the couch, "The big reason it can't be included on the album is because of the subject matter....it's kind of suggestive."

Andy shrugged and leaned against the back of the office chair "But it would be nice! Think of your fans."

Adrienne pouted and Yoongi caved.

"Fine, but I need you to sing the chorus, and we can't release it anywhere."

"Me? Why? Can't you use Jimin?"

"He's busy, and I doubt he would be comfortable singing some of the lines."

Adrienne's curiosity was piqued but understood what he meant once they actually began recording the song. The word 'suggestive' would have been the last adjective on Adrienne's mind as she read the lyrics as well as she could and sang along with Yoongi's direction; explicit would have been her first choice. It was a catchy song, that was definitely true, but Adrienne understood immediately why it couldn't be included on the album. They finished the song in just a few takes and quickly got back to working on the album like they were supposed to be. It was well into the night before either of them left for home and Adrienne made a quick stop to one of the few cubicles that were still occupied with someone working. It was an assistant name Soo-Bin whom Adrienne wasn't overly friendly with, but she still knew her by name. She quickly asked to post the cover she'd mixed and arranged for Jungkook before she left for the night since she was going to be there a lot longer than Adrienne was. Soo-Bin agreed, reluctantly, and once it was time for her to go home quickly published the first song that seemed to match the specifications Adrienne described.

She wasn't in the mood to double check.

The next morning Adrienne got ready for work with a heavy heart after waking up to a message from Bang Sihyuk requesting her presence in his office, the second she got to work. She hadn't had a one on one meeting with him since she was hired, and she honestly couldn't think of anything they needed to talk about. She wasn't finished with the latest batch of songs and there was still time for her to send them in, so she knew he couldn't have been moving up the deadline, and anything else pertaining to the album was usually just relayed to her through Yoongi or one of the other staff members. There was only one logical reason Andy could think of for him wanting to meet with her alone and that was to tell her that she was fired. The thought alone nearly made her hyperventilate.

Slowly, Adrienne trudged her way towards Bang Sihyuk's office when she was finally inside the Big Hit building. She paused once she was a few feet away from the office door and noticed a familiar face leaning against the door frame.

"Yoongi-ssi?"

"Ah, I was wondering when you'd get here, you're late today."

"It took me a while to get ready..why are you here? Do you have a meeting today too?"

Yoongi nodded, "Yeah, right now. He wants to talk to both of us."

Adrienne sighed a small breath of relief once Yoongi turned and entered the room before her. If he wanted to talk to both of them at once, then the chances of her being fired seemed to be a lot smaller. Andy soon followed after Yoongi and immediately bowed at a complete 90 degree angle once she was inside, the rules of engagement when it came to her superiors were still foreign to Adrienne, and she wasn't sure if she had to bow once she entered his office, but she didn't want to run the risk of possibly offending her boss.

Bang Sihyuk was in the middle of a phone call when they walked in but motioned for them to side down anyway. Andy and Yoongi exchange a short confused glance but their attention was brought back to their boss once he hung up and cleared his throat.

"I'll be quick about this, I'm sure you're both wondering why I called you here," Andy and Yoongi both nodded simultaneously, "The reason is simple really, I need to have a conversation with you about the nature of your relationship and the easiest way to do that is if you're both here together."

Adrienne was confused, she was sure she heard him correctly but the way he said 'relationship' didn't make sense to her.

"Now while I suppose I can't outright stop you, I can strongly discourage you from openly dating so early into Yoongi's career. The group is finally gaining some ground in the music business and a scandal like this could derail all the hard work that-"

"I'm sorry, did you say dating?" Adrienne interjected, trying to sound as respectful as possible but she just had to stop him before all his words began to blur together.

"PD-nim, we're not dating" Yoongi spoke up once Bang Sihyuk answered Adrienne's question with a firm nod.

"Are you sure about that? The song that you put up on the blog yesterday seems to very explicitly suggest otherwise. You don't have to lie to me,Yoongi. Honestly, it's better if we get it out in the open now that way I can protect you if I need to in the future." Bang Sihyuk countered with genuine concern in his tone.

"Song? What song?" Adrienne muttered underneath her breath before the wheels in her head finally started turning "Aish! Soo-Bin must have uploaded the wrong song last night, I asked her to upload Jungkook's cover. She must have gotten the files mixed up" She said to Yoongi who nodded and shook his head.

"That song was never meant to be released to the public, sir" Yoongi explained, "It was just something we recorded for fun but I can promise you that we are not dating or anything like that."

"Truthfully, we are not. I don't have a reason to lie to you" Adrienne tacked on.

Bang folded his arms across his stomach and leaned back into his comfy office chair "Good," he said after a few seconds of tense silence "We've already taken the song down but both of you need to be more careful in the future, you can't afford a mistake like this."

"Yes, Sir."

They both thanked him for understanding before he excused them and allowed them to leave. Adrienne dramatically sighed and slumped into the sofa once they reached the studio.

"I can't believe I thought I was going to be fired today."

"Why would you think that?" Yoongi asked from hovering over the computer console.

"I didn't know you were going to be there, I thought he wanted to talk to me alone and that could only mean one thing."

"You shouldn't take things so personally" He snickered, proud of himself for being able to use her own words against her.

Adrienne rolled her eyes, "This not the same thing, my reason is totally valid" She scoffed "Can you believe he thought we were dating, though? There's no way that would ever happen."

Yoongi stopped fidgeting with the keys on the keyboard just long enough to look back at Adrienne who seemed to be lost in her own thoughts, her statement had struck a chord in him "No way, huh?"

"Hm? Oh! It's nothing against you I just....I don't think I'm your type" Adrienne said with a humorless laugh as she got up to take a closer look at the books on the shelf against the far wall.

"What does that mean?"

"It...means what I said, I'm not your type," Adrienne answered over her shoulder, completely unaware of the utter disbelief written all over Yoongi's face.

His hand latching onto her wrist took her by surprise and Adrienne gasped softly as she was suddenly being pressed against the wall next to the bookshelf, her body sandwiched between Yoongi and the plaster. His knuckles softly grazed over Adrienne's cheeks just like they had days before but this time, there were no braids obstructing her view to excuse his actions. His move was deliberate, and he made that notion clear as his gaze never left Adrienne's face as his hand moved down to her jawline and the pad of his thumb lightly traced Adrienne's' sharp features.

Yoongi only wanted to make a point; that there was no possible way she wouldn't be his type. However, being so close to her. Feeling her chest rise and fall against his body each time she drew a shallow breath he found it hard to stop himself once he'd started. As if of its own accord his head dipped, and he pressed his lips to hers. His free hand cupped the back of her head, holding her there gently. His kiss was soft and almost chaste to start off with, not forcing Adrienne to give any more than she wanted to, but she soon found herself getting lost in their kiss, her lips returning his actions with as much vigor as she could muster. She couldn’t quite explain the feeling that she had right now, it was as if all the blood had rushed from her head and that she was flying, she felt light and grounded all at the same time. Whatever it was she definitely knew she had a word for it now; right.

As much as she tried to ignore it and push her feelings to the back burner for the sake of her sanity and now career, kissing Yoongi felt right and Adrienne could no longer deny that fact. Her arms gripped tightly around his back as she pulled her head back momentarily to catch her breath, she looked up into Yoongi’s eyes and it was as if she was seeing him for the first time. The slight redness in his cheeks made her grin playfully as she sent her lips plunging back to his, her head shifted to the side with precision as she snaked her tongue past his lips. Yoongi no longer felt the need to be gentle, he put his all into the kiss now, and he let her in, tongues massaging and bodies wrapping up in one another as his hand slid down Adrienne's torso to firmly grasp her hips and hold her steady.

The feeling of her fingernails dragging across the skin of his neck ignited a five-alarm fire within Yoongi and just as quickly and unexpectedly as their kiss started, he ended it. Detaching his hands from her waist and immediately backing away like Adrienne was radioactive.

"I'm sorry," He said breathlessly with his hand covering his slightly swollen lips. "I shouldn't have done that" Yoongi croaked, that one moment was validation of something he'd wanted for such a long time, but he couldn't allow himself to completely abandon his self-control.

"Please, don't apologize," Adrienne answered, still trying to catch her breath "You don't know how long I've been waiting for you to kiss me."

"No, I have to because I can't.....we can't...we can't do this Andy!" Yoongi frantically exclaimed, pushing the hair away from his face roughly.

The strength of his response made Adrienne flinch slightly, he wasn't yelling but there was a temper behind his words that she didn't fully recognize, "Okay." She nodded and adjusted her top so that it laid flat over her stomach again.

"I don't want to sound desperate but why?"

"We just can't," Yoongi exhaled and hung his head low.

"I-is it because I'm black?"

He spun around quickly to face her with his expression contorted in confusion, "What? No!"

"Then what is it?"

Yoongi sighed heavily and took a seat on the sofa then patted the seat next to him and gestured toward Adrienne "Come here."

Adrienne followed his command and occupied the seat next to him, he took both of her hands in his once she was seated.

"You heard what PD-nim said today." He started softly, his thumb gentle caressing the back of her palm. "I have a very demanding job. It's not that I wouldn't want to be with you, but I also want to have a successful career and I don't know if I could handle doing both. I know that seems selfish but I've given up so many things in my life to make sure that I can do this to the best of my abilities and I can't become lenient now, no matter how tempting the thought of this is." He accompanied his words with another gentle stroke against Adrienne's cheek.

"If we got together I wouldn't feel right unless I was giving you every part of me and I can't do that and be good at my job, Andy" He frowned and cradled her face with both of his hands "I have so many goals to accomplish before I can give my heart away and I can't just ask you to wait for me...that wouldn't be fair."

Adrienne bit down harshly on her bottom, she understood where he was coming from. Honestly, she did but still didn't stop her from feeling like he was just admitting to being too afraid to take a risk. She didn't voice her opinion, however, he was bearing his heart to her and accusing him of being a coward would undoubtedly only ensure that he would never do that again.

"I understand," She responded with a tight, forced smile; her palms smoothing up Yoongi's forearms until the rested over his hands "I don't totally agree but I understand, your job is important to you and it wouldn't really be fair for me to ask you to put it on hold." Adrienne leaned forward and pressed her lips against Yoongi's cheek long enough so that her lipstick transferred to leave an outline of her lips against his pale skin.

"If you change your mind you know where to find me."

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ladyminange · 4 years

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A girl like you, Part. 4

Mini Series

Pairing: Min Yoongi/Reader

Warning: Fluff/Angst/Smut (eventually)

Genre: Rapper/Daddy AU - Ex lovers

Wordcount: 2,541

Description: Although Min Yoongi was the love of your life he never seemed much interested in your relationship. Some day you decided you didn’t want it anymore. But destiny has its own words over your life.

Disclaimer: That’s my first fic and I was eager to post it. I have certain obsession with daddy plots in this moment. Please give me your feedback, because my first language isn’t english and I made my best effort to write on it.

Let me know what do you think about the story, pls!

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CHAPTER 4

It was one of these days that you must staying in bed. You wake up only 10 minutes later but your whole world collapsed. You made Rosie ran to got on time to the preschool and felt guilty when you noticed her round cheeks were very pinky. You missed the train just when you put one feet on the platform. And when you were arriving to the work your boss called you.

“Hey Hobi, I’m sorry I almost there”, you said when you answered the phone.

“Don’t worry. I’m just calling to ask to you bring a couple of Latte from the coffee shop”.

“Ok, I’m on my way”, you agreed and hanged up.

However the unfortunate events of the early morning were just the beginning. You guessed that Hoseok has an important customer when he asked you for the coffees. It was typical of him, a man with a charming smile and kind attitude. You liked him. A lot. He was your friend since college and he always was willing to give you a hand. That’s why he offered to you a job when he opened his design store. He always said you were his best sales assistant. Although there were just two: you and the part-time guy.

You entered to the shop and the soft lavender scent of the place fulfilled your nose. You put the coffees over the front desk and took off your coat. You saw a woman besides your boss and you were right, she would be an important customer.

You approached them with a coffee in each hand.

“Morning”, you greeted them and when you extended the coffees realized who she was. Jess Wang was more gorgeous in person than behind the cameras.

“Hey, she is Y/N. The most suitable woman in the world to help you”, Hoseok told her and then smiled at you.

“Nice to meet you Y/N. I’m Jess”, she said outstretching her hand. You grabbed it for a few seconds. Why in this exact day she was there?

“Ok. I leave you in the best hands”, Hoseok said. “I have some business to attend”, he added before leaving the both of you alone.

“How can I help you?”, you asked her.

“I’m looking for a present. My boyfriend’s birthday is this Thursday and I want to give him something special but I ran out of ideas”, she explained.

You have to be kidding me.

“He’s a musician. An indie one, you know. Not in a big company. He has his own studio and music label focused on hip hop. He’s a rapper”, she explained to you while you were re arranging your thoughts to behave in the most professional way.

“I see”, you replied her trying to smile. “He would have a very special interests”, you added.

“Yeah. Well he loved music and instruments and sound equipments and a lot of things that I can barely understand”, she told you laughing.

She is really charming, you thought. Surely she was his soulmate. Finally he met someone he can love. You guessed what she would say when she knew he has a daughter with another woman. An anonymous one who was stand in front of her right there, trying to sell her the ideal gift for the damn man.

We are his little secret. Remember?

“What do you want to say him? I mean, with your gift. Every present is thought with an intention even when there isn’t any intention at all. So, if he is your boyfriend what do you want to told him? That you love him or he’s your soulmate or he would be your future husband or you admired him so much. I don’t know I’m just giving you some ideas”, you looked at her expectantly.

Jess opened her eyes wide as she just realized something that never thought until that moment.

“We are the best partners, you know. We have a lot of fun together. He’s very handsome and I think we looked amazing together”, she said. “I think something fun and stylish would be a good idea”, she added.

The best partners. I used to think the same.

“Well, we have a couple of things that could work”, you said while walking to the aisle of lamps.

“These are some unique design table lamps. Maybe he would work in a closed room and one of these could lighting the space up and help his eyes”, you said. Jess was interested in one of them, a thin base black lamp with a vintage led bulb. So Yoongi, you thought, and the idea she knew him so well make you feel disappointed. You always thought that anyone knew Yoongi like you.

“This is pretty. But I don’t know. So dark, I think”, she finally said.

You smiled faintly feeling triumphant.

Don’t be silly. She is his girlfriend not you.

“Hey, those are gorgeous”, Jess said walking directly to the wall where Jungkook’s illustrations were hanging. “Are there from a local artist? I think I fell in love with their colours and the fine strokes. Who are the guys in those portraits?”, she asked you very interested.

“Oh, they are an imaginary group of friends the author created. They are a recurrent models in his drawings”, you told her very proudly.

“Really?”, she asked.

“Yes, he painted these guys in different colours and roles as a limited series to buy only here”, you explained to her.

“You know a lot of his work”, she said smirking.

“He’s a well respected local artist”, you explained to her very proud.

“I think one of these would look very well in the wall of his living room”, she said.

Now you opened your eyes wide. The idea that Yoongi would hang a Jungkook’s illustrations was impossible. You didn’t know if he had paid attention to his work but your brother’s signature in the bottom of each drawing could show him who the author was.

“Mhh, I don’t know. Are you sure?”, you suggested hesitantly.

“Yes! They are perfect! I love the strokes and the feelings which putting across”, she insisted.

Are you really really kidding me?

You felt like standing in a crossroad without didn’t know how path chose. You love that people fall in love with Jungkook’s drawings and that they sell themselves very quickly. But there was something in this girl that you liked and you would hated the idea that Yoongi would be disappointed with her. And, of course, that your brother’s illustrations ended in a trash bin.

“What do you like the most?”, you asked trying to think in something fast.

“The one with the guys in the bus stop. It’s too warm and hopeful. Also, I love the pastel colors”, she replied.

“Agree. I think it’s one of the most beautiful of this series. But did you told me that your boyfriend was an indie rapper? Maybe it’s so mild for him. I mean he would like something more dark”, you told her.

What the hell I’m saying?

Jess glared at you while she evaluated the idea.

“Yeah, you’re right. He would like, certainly. But I don’t know if it’s his style”, she agreed finally.

And then you gave up and made the unavoidable. You gathered your memories with Yoongi and started to think what you would choose as a present for him. After a few minutes and idea popped in your mind.

“D’you know? I think we have something that can be almost perfect”, you told to Jess while you addressed her between the small aisles. In a far square of the store there was this box made of wood with a metal bars of different sizes which born from below and extended to the centre, where there was a small hole.

“This is a portable piano. You can play it with the thumbs. It could be used for anyone who is learning to play piano or for someone who really loves the instrument”, you explained while you were showing the beautiful device to her.

She looked at it surprised. Then at you. She smiled widely and you appreciated how beautiful this woman was.

“It’s perfect! I mean, perfect!”, she said. “Hoseok really was saying the truth when he told me you were the help I needed it”, she told you.

“OK, then we just need wrapped it and that’s all”, you replied her, more than relieved.

However Jess hesitated. You noticed it and for a second you stressed out.

“Are you not convinced?”, you asked.

“No, its perfect. But I think… I want the draw too. The one with the boys. It’s a gift for me”, she said you winking an eye.

You opened your mouth for a second. And then you smiled satisfied.

“Ok, no problem. I wrapped it for you separately”, you told her.

Later you saw how Hoseok accompanied her to the door. You sighed and felt that you finally can breathe relieved. You noticed your friend was coming directly to you with a big smile in his face.

“You’re amazing! She was very very happy!”, he told you.

“You spoiled me. I just did my work”, you replied him.

“Always so humble! You need to learn how are your skills”, he said. “I bet you told her the story of how every gift have a hidden message to the receiver”, he spoked.

“It’s not a story. It’s true”, you told him seriously.

“Yeah, I know. But it’s a very convincing speech, you know that”, he smiled. “Well, you deserve a Latte”, he added.

“Hobi you know I’m not Latte friendly”, you rolled your eyes.

“A cup of white tea. An old lady taste”, he joked. “I will to the coffee shop for one and for some snacks for me”, he advised.

“Hey”, you asked before he left the shop. “Is she your friend?”, you asked.

“Not exactly. I met him in a fashion-art event. She’s amazing, you see. And very kind and with a lot of Instagram followers”, he told you while he winked his eye.

“And you gave her your card”, you smiled at him “How do you knew so many people?”, you asked.

“Ahh this charming smile, you know”, he smiled widely before leaving.

****

The night was unbelievable clear to that season of the year. Breezy but with stars shinning brightly in the sky. Yoongi parked his car in the guest designated spot and he looked at his reflection in the rear view mirror. He sighed. He knew what’s going on. Jess prepared a secret party to celebrate his birthday and he would seemed be very surprised. The thing was he guessed by Namjoon’s behavior that’s something it’s happening. Then he connected the dots and that’s was all.

True was he would preferred stay at home, laying in his couch, listening to music with a cup of red wine in his hands. Of course, there is a small chance that it would be some random thought from him and Jess would be alone waiting for him. It would be marvelous.

If we have to fun. Let’s have fun.

He got off the car and close the doors with his remote while he was walking to the elevator. Some minutes after he was ringing Jess’ door and he felt that were a total silence. Weird. He deeply sighed and waited. Jess opened the door with a big smile and she grab his arm gently and pulled him into the apartment. When he closed the door behind him the lights were on and he heard an avalanche of noises emerging suddenly.

Well, I was right. Let’s smile.

“Happy Birthday, Love”, Jess said and hugged him.

She was pretty, Yoongi thought. Sometimes she looked divine. This night, for instance. He thought he was very lucky having this amazing woman besides him. Everyone thought the same. That made him feel so proud of himself.

Namjoon approached him and hugged him very tight. He looked at the guy thinking if he could be less obvious ever. But he smiled at him back. Everyone was having their best effort to cheer him up.

“Where is my cup?”, Yoongi said aloud.

Jess poured him a glass of champagne and extended it to him.

“Here, love”

Yoongi smiled and grabbed her by her waist. Then he looked at his friends and raised his glass saying “thank you for the surprise. Let’s party”. He looked at them one by one. There were about 20 people, some rapper friends, Namjoon and his fiancé, the guys from the studio, and Jess’ best friends. It was a little fancy party, indeed.

However you weren’t there. That thought crossed his mind suddenly and he felt shocked by it. Surely you had forgotten his birthday and he couldn’t blame yourself for that.

“Love”, Yoongi was surprised by Jess’ word. He turned to her and saw a black box with a purple ribbon around it. He tried to seem surprised and took the box. He was looking at Jess with the corner of his eyes and knew she was expecting he opened the box.

“Ok. Let’s see”, said him teasing her.

He threw the ribbon and opened the box. There was something wrapped in a soft white paper. He took it carefully and when he unwrapped it and looked at the object trying to discover what was it. He put one of his fingers over it and when he realized what it was he opened his eyes widely. When did Jess know he loves the piano so much?

“Do you like it?”, she asked nervously.

“It’s great!”, he said amazed.

She laughed very proud of herself.

“I went to a little store full of surprises, and there was this amazing girl who helped me. But I chose it. I knew you would love it at once”, she assured.

He couldn’t help but kissed her. Definitely he loves being with her although he have forgotten very often these days.

Yoongi shared some words with each one of his guests. He hadn’t invited any of them but he owed good manners. He opened all the gifts, said thanks by every one of them and when only Namjoon and his girl were left there he was relaxed. He opened a beer this time and sat in a couch near to the couple.

“I’m exhausted”, he said.

“When did you became in and old man, bro?”, Namjoon said laughing.

“I don’t know. I think the years have made their work on me”, Yoongi laughed too. He leaned back over the couch while Jess were in the kitchen gathering some things. Suddenly he fixed his eyes in the wall. There was something that it wasn’t there before.

“Jess?!”, Yoongi asked very loud. When she came to his side he spoke again.

“Is that new?”, he asked pointing to the wall.

“Ohh yes, yes!”, she said eagerly. “I love it. C’mon”, she said grabbing his hands to make him stand up. Yoongi followed her groaning. Both of them approached to the wall and he was able to see the drawing, perfectly framed, hanging on the wall.

“It’s pretty”, he said. “Too much pastel colors, but pretty”, he reassured and when he was ready to return to the comfort of the couch his eyes stopped in the inner square of the picture. It was the name of the author, obviously. He have to read it twice to make himself sure that it wasn’t a trick of his eyes.

“Love?”, he told to Jess. “How you got it?”, he asked drinking from his bottle.

“Well, you know that every time I found a gift for someone I bought a gift from myself. This time I think it was an excellent choice”, she replied him.

Yoongi opened his eyes widely gulping the beer.

“Did you buy this from the store you found my present?”, he said trembling.

“Yes! Do you want one for your room too? Or the studio? They have a complete series of this illustrator. She told me he was a local artist who has a name in the circle of indie modern art”, she explained.

“Who did tell you that?”, Yoongi asked, this time turning to his girlfriend.

“The girl from the store. I told you she was very nice. I think she knew this Jungkook very well”, she told him.

Namjoon jumped abruptly in his seat and looked at Yoongi. He made a subtle gesture to keep silence.

“Yeah, sure she did. It’s pretty, but not my taste”, Yoongi said ending the talking and going to the kitchen. He left the beer bottle over the table and poured a glass of whiskey. He drank it in one gulp and poured another. He was very sure now. Jess didn’t know he loved the piano, but you did.

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youarejesting · 5 years

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Mania.1

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Rating: Mature 18+ Pairing: BTS OT7 Blood types: Namjoon, Jhope, Jungkook, Yoongi (A) Taehyung (AB) Jin, Jimin and Yoongi (O) (Jimin in real life is an A blood type)

Summary: At eighteen everyone takes a blood test to find out their blood types. A, B, or O. Each blood type represents the person's secondary gender Alpha, Beta or Omega and can be Dominant (+) or Recessive (-). When small thin Yoongi receives his letter he doesn't expect A+. There was no way he was an Alpha especially not a dominant. But as time passes he shows no Alpha nor Omega tendencies and frankly he doesn't care. Working in his father's electrical business helps pay the bills but Yoongi's real passion is music. One very hot day in the roof space of a luxury apartment that Yoongi is rewiring an intoxicatingly pleasant smell churns his insides and he finds himself in need of something to quench his thirst.

[Mania] [Next]

Yoongi never understood why people would say one's blood is important. To him it was just blood but to them it was this sacred thing. It defines who you are; it wasn’t always like this but things started changing. Dominant genes in the human body rose once more as they had previously reigned many eras ago. Everyone carried their blood card on their persons for emergencies, but it lead to some discrimination. Some people forged themselves new cards. While some couldn’t accept this, others just kept silent this was who they were now.

Yoongi turned eighteen. He went to the clinic, waiting to donate some blood. It was legally required that everyone donate blood at least once, so they could identify your blood type. Once he finished donating the small bag he was given a juice and a slice of cake of his choosing from the ambient display cabinet.

“Happy birthday,” the nurse smiled he thanked them, eating slowly. That day had started out well and that moment didn’t seem important. Yoongi had long forgotten that he even donated until the letter came in the mail. It was a month since his birthday and he froze looking at the crisp white envelope. Walking to his room so as not to disturb his housemate who was a year younger.

He was nervous, his heart beating audibly in his chest. Yoongi sank onto his bed ripping the seal of the envelope, reaching in to grab the card. Pulling the card from the paper and flipping it over to see a blood type he wasn’t expecting at all.

α+

He was beyond surprised to be an Alpha. He wasn’t that build at all. Grabbing the attached letter, he read it carefully looking for the error.

Dear Min Yoongi,

Congratulations you are an Alpha Dominant. This means you are larger and stronger than beta and omega humans. They can be male or female. But usually have a higher testosterone level.

Alpha males can impregnate males and female omega and on rare occasions female Alphas.

The hormones the Omega releases help the Alpha feel calm and safe, just as the alpha pheromones can calm and home an omega.

You are dominant or positive which means you can create and identify the scents of others.

I hope this information finds you well, for more information please see our website www.fakewebsite.com or contact us on 1234567890 or write to us at 123 fake street, town

Sincerely,

Doctor Fake fellow

“Your kidding how can I be an Alpha I barely make sixty-five kilos,” he whined looking in the mirror across the room. He could see his thin arms and legs and sighed throwing the letter aside and flopping back onto the mattress. He sighed, slipping his new card into his wallet. “This has to be wrong,”

Over the years Yoongi had questioned everything he had met omegas and alphas and though he could smell pheromones each smelt odd and in no way appealing.

He hadn’t even experienced a Rut nor a Heat so he determined it was all a lie. But the Alpha card got him places, he was from a respectable family and worked in his father's electrical business.

Scheduled to rewire a newly furnished apartment for some indie band or something; Yoongi wore the navy blue jumpsuit with the zip to the neck.

He secured the worn tool belt around his hips and took the keys to the truck. His father and brother joined him in the vehicle and he drove off to the higher end of the city. Stopping at the gate, Yoongi’s eyebrows rose this was a fancy gated community. “Hello, we are rewiring apartment number seven for a mister Kim Namjoon” Yoongi smiled handing over the three ID cards. The guard nodded checking the cards then comparing them to the maintenance schedule before they were all allowed in.

Arriving outside the apartment, Yoongi was grabbing the gear while his father greeted Namjoon. The three grabbed everything and headed upstairs into the living room. Making sure to throw sheets and tarps over the floor where they would definitely make a mess. Each moving furniture and important-looking things delicately out of the work area.

Turning to his father and brother, Yoongi played and lost a game of rock, paper, scissors. Deeming him the unfortunate soul who would have to enter into the roof crawl space to take care of running the wires.

He took his water bottle and placed in the earpiece headset for easy communication. Yoongi climbed the ladder. Instantly sweating it was truely the middle of summer. He had no doubt he wouldn’t be leaving here the same way he arrived.

“Okay lower the wire” His father's voice played in his ear, he could hear faint talking in the background. Time past and Yoongi noticed his heart was racing in his chest with no explanation as to why. He also began noticing a small pain in his stomach and the sweat was running down his back. His overalls were uncomfortably wet and stuck to his form.

“Hey sparks, you still alive?” Yoongi’s brother called. He tried to pull himself together, unzipping the front of his overalls, peeling the sleeves off his arms and tying them around his waist.

“Yeah, just thinking about how much I smell it’s literally overpowering and disgusting” He frowned running and pinning wires along the beams and redoing the light connections.

“It’s just we got an emergency call, there is an entire house live wired we got to go,” The voice called again over the radio.

“Look it’s almost done you head out I will taxi home I have hung the wires I will attach them, pack up and go just leave sockets, the solder, and some copper and I can do the rest,” Yoongi sighed “you just owe me next time”

“Okay, I will tell Namjoon-ssi,” Yoongi’s brother said “he is a cool alpha you should see him he speaks English which is cool”

Rolling his eyes at his brother a fanboy for anything foreign, “What is so good about knowing English when we are Koreans living in Korea”

“Hey sparks, we are leaving Namjoon-ssi with a headset so you don’t die up there,” Yoongi’s father spoke and Yoongi could hear him take off the headset as his voice drifted further away. “that should work give it a go?”

“Hello this is Kim Namjoon,” This voice was deep, Yoongi lowered his head in a sign of submission. He could feel the authority in his voice even among alphas it was common for the weaker to bow to the strongest.

“Hearing you loud and clear Namjoon-ssi this is sparky” Yoongi breathed heavily as his brother signed off hearing the disconnection beeps. He sighed, taking care of all the last wires and finishing up in the crawl space. He just had to finish the connections and sockets and then everything would be good for him to go home and shower. He peered down, his grey tank darkened by sweat, and stuck to his form.

His head was spinning from the heat and dehydration, he was so thirsty but his water bottle was empty. Yoongi went to climb back down, but the idiots he worked with and called family had taken the ladder with them. He felt the breeze from the small opening to the roof he shivered, his nipples hardening slightly under his wet singlet. Attached to the cool air was a strong mix of scents that left his head spinning. Trying to judge the four-meter drop which would be about two if he could hang down by his hands.

“They took the ladder, so you can jump down, I am here to catch you” Namjoon’s deep voice spoke both in his ear and from the room below. Yoongi shivered once more, obviously from the breeze on his drenched skin. The Alpha scent grew stronger but the heat of the roof took its toll on his body. His arms going limp they gave way causing him to fall into a strong pair of arms.

He didn’t know why but his head was so cloudy and he was shaking, burying his face into this man's wide chest. “I think I have heatstroke, can I borrow some ice?” Yoongi’s voice came out as a mumble.

Some figures appeared from the doorway behind them and Namjoon swallowed hard, carrying Yoongi to the couch and laying him down.

“Why is there an omega in heat in our lounge room?” Another Omega said curiously. His pillowed lips and other beautiful feature that complimented each other atop soft glowing skin. He was so very omega only to be contrasted by such broad shoulders and tall stature.

“I’m not an omega idiot,” He threw his wallet at them from the pocket of his overalls. The third person in the room seemed to have a very athletic build and a spicy scent. He opened Yoongi’s wallet and looked at the blood identification card. “I have been tested and if you don’t believe that the papers are in the back, I have high testosterone levels”

“There has been a mistake, get checked again you’re in heat” The alpha spoke with a more nasally tone swallowing thickly, with the scent filling the room.

“No, it’s summer, and I was in the freaking ceiling,” He whined head clouding over once more as the scent made his stomach clench. “It’s just heat stroke”

“Your scent is so strong and sweet, we are not mistaken” This Alpha moved with strong strides. He smiled walking over and taking a deep breath, He was a bubbly alpha but that didn’t stop his bright smile turning into a powerful smirk. “My name is Jung Hoseok”

“Do you like my scent, little Omega” the youngest alpha whispered walking over to the couch his genes telling him to take care of the helpless Omega.

“Is there someone we can call, you cannot stay here, or the boys will do something you and they might not like?” The tall omega returned to the living room, shooing the boys away as best he could. He said his name was Kim Seokjin but to call him Jin.

Jin pulled Yoongi upright, placing a small pill on his tongue explaining it would suppress his heat. Holding the glass to the pale omega’s lips he tilted Yoongi’s head back until he swallowed. Yoongi felt helpless his body felt like it wasn’t his own and he was scared, the water was refreshing and he drank trying to quench the burn in his body.

He laid against Jin’s chest the tall omega patting his back and shushing his whining. “You are okay, it will start working soon bare with it” Yoongi shook in his arms feeling the burn intensify.

“Are you a fan trying to lure our alpha’s because they are trained to resist omegas pheromones” A sweet voice belonging to a very androgenous omega who looked at him with dark, cold eyes. He had soft plush lips and moved elegantly like a snake.

“I’m not an omega how many times do I…” He was cut off by a strange feeling between his legs. His underwear was becoming even more soaked by the second and he missed the collective moan from the alphas within the room.

“What’s happening?” Another handsome young man entered the room but his scent was strange, it was a barely-there alpha, Yoongi didn’t understand. But he was to focused on the strongest alpha scents reaching him.

“Hyung, I don’t think the suppressant is working?” the young alpha said squirming from one foot to another. He was biting his lip and Yoongi thought he looked oddly long like a rabbit.

“I don’t like this make it stop” Yoongi whined looking at the omega holding him and buried his face into his broad chest “I want to go home”

“You can’t go outside, someone might take advantage of you” Jin rubbed his back soothingly, but the ache was still there. “How about a shower?”

Namjoon ordered all the Alphas to be confined to their rooms until the situation was resolved.

“Come on, you aren’t that bad right, I will pay your cab fare. Let’s get you home,” Jimin complained touching Yoongi’s sweaty form.

“Jimin help me,” Jin said struggling to support the squirming Yoongi, “This is his first heat imagine how scary this is for him, do you remember your first heat?”

“Yeah whatever, come on Yongli… whatever your name is” Yoongi saw the roll of his eyes and couldn’t believe how pretty and yet how dangerously snake like this omega was. He much preferred Jin to Jimin, at least the older and taller omega was homely and had a strong sense of nurture.

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hvllevator · 4 years

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hvllevator’s to do list

a/n: i dont really do requests in order, it depends on what i can write in that moment. some of these requests have been sitting in my inbox for far too long and im terribly sorry i cant finish them but i eventually will, i promise.

requests:

mafia!au with jaehyun

demon!au with yukhei

seventeen reaction: their s/o initiating skinship

nct dream reaction: their s/o kisses them first

stray kids reaction: their s/o wants to make out

seventeen reaction: their s/o falls asleep on another member

donghyuck hasnt been paying attention to you, johnny is there to keep you company ; lee donghyuck

bts reaction: their s/o breaks up with them

seokjin calls you clingy ; kim seokjin

monsta x reaction: their s/o is horny

bts reaction: coming inside

bts reaction: you choke them

youre not used to wearing make up but youre willing to, to impress namjoon’s parents ; kim namjoon

you like indie music and you introduce it to namjoon ; kim namjoon

you have a fight with seokjin and you dont return for days ; kim seokjin

you contemplate if you started things with jungkook too quick ; jeon jungkook

bts reaction: sitting on their face

poly!au with namjoon and hoseok

namjoon thinks youre trying to compete with him ; kim namjoon

namjoon falls for your best friend ; kim namjoon

your ex leaves you for your sister, then you meet namjoon ; kim namjoon

total: 21

my own writing ideas:

cherry bomb social media au

park jisung social media au

wayv reaction: another member likes you

safe pt4 ; jeon jungkook

soulmate!au series with nct 127

prince!au with jaehyun

speak now or forever hold your peace ; kim taehyung

church boy mark

ceo!au with johnny

racer!au with lee felix

back 2 u ; undecided nct member

total: 11

updated: nov 24, 2020

#to do list

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bts-fic-collection · 5 years

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do you have any fics where jungkook grows up to fall for one (or all) of the members ? those au’s are so cute nd they’re wholesome 🥺 thank you !!

I do indeed! :)

Hard To Love by IAmNorth

Rating: T

Pairings: Jungkook/Yoongi

Status: Incomplete

Word count: 7,408

Summary: Ever since he was little, Yoongi Min has wanted to become an Auror, and he has done everything to reach his goal.He knows what he wants, and has everything planned out.But in his fifth year at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, things change when a bright-eyed kid named Jungkook Jeon catapults him off his path - literally and figuratively - and Yoongi learns that there are things in life that are out of his control, and maybe, that isn’t a bad thing.

Me, Myself, and Hollywood by chiminniemouse

Rating: M

Pairings: Jungkook/Jimin

Status: Complete

Word count: 27,700

Summary: Fresh outta high school, Jimin and his friends formed a band in the overbearing heat and boredom of the summer. What they didn’t expect was to rise in popularity and fame almost overnight. Like most bands, though, there was only one problem: the lead singer. Scandal after scandal until the biggest of them all, Jimin was outed as gay. With the band no longer, their company launches a competition for one talented individual to be the next lead singer of the band. Jungkook, a fan, immediately launches at the chance. He gets the gig, but adjusting to band life isn’t as easy as he thought it would be but Jungkook can’t complain too much, he’s seeing and experiencing more than he ever thought he would outside of Busan. Now he just has to figure out why he keeps finding himself staring at his bandmate longer than was probably necessary.

(the jikook indie band au fic we all deserved)

Semi-Automatic by IndiraIshra

Rating: E

Pairings: Jungkook/Everyone

Status: Incomplete

Word count: 22,437

Summary: Looking back on the moment, Jungkook will blame his automatic answer on a number of things – blood loss, painkillers, that nausea-or-hunger combo you get when not very well but can’t tell which is which.

Jimin brandished his spoon at Jungkook hotly, still in conversation with Hoseok, and said, “Being Unpresented isn’t rare, look at Kookie.”

And Jungkook replied, “I’m not Unpresented, I’m an Omega.”

On any other day Taehyung losing juice through his nose would have been funny.

wings are meant to fly by wingedseok

Rating: E

Pairings: Jungkook/Everyone

Status: Complete

Word count: 16,080

Summary: Jeongguk doesn’t know how many soulmates he will have in total, but by the end of it, at least he’ll get his wings.

#ask #yoonkook #jikook #yoongi #jungkook #jimin #ot7 #harry potter au #hogwarts au #pining #internalised homophobia #friends with benefits au #abo au #hurt/comfort #soulmates au #smut #Rating: T #Rating: M #Rating: E

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koonderland · 4 years

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☀️#HOBI: 𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗕𖤐𝗬 >♡< !! 🌈

happy hobi day!! 1994O218 wishing you a happy birthday, stay healthy and prosperous!! <3

like or reblog if you save, please don't remove the watermark. <3

#hobi #aesthetic #bts #bangtan #i love you hobi #j hope #btsedit #hobi day #happy hobi day #happy happy #happy birthday #hobicore #jung hoseok #hoseok aesthetic #telepathy #indie kid

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eutaerpe · 5 years

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venus and mars

pairing — jimin x reader

genre/warnings — fluff, idolverse, boyfriend au, a wild (brat) jungkook appears, sleep deprived maknae line

notes — hi!!! this is part of a small series of disconnected drabbles/blurbs centered on jimin, who is not my bias wrecker,,.......aha........yeah. unedited so sorry for my mistakes, this was written when i was sleep deprived.......aha......!!! i’ll link in the future the venus and mars moodboard, as tumblr still fucks up posts with links :( hope you like this!!! send me thoughts?? or love? wait no i’m proving a point i’m not jimin ♥︎

summary — “He’s gone.”

“Good,” you hum contently, “Now you can talk dirty to me.”

“You literally mentioned chocolate bunnies and serial killers earlier, babe.”

“Oooh, yes, more,” you moan playfully, cuddling your pillow. “Park Jimin. Chef kiss. The man you are today.”

Sometimes releasing an album it’s exhausting.

Jimin knows that.

It’s indefinitely cooler dropping hints to your fans and making them believe it’s a mind-blowing journey where you write lyrics everyday and produce sounds in thirty minutes tops. Like they’ve always been there, like they’ve been in your mind the whole time and you just had to politely ask them to come out and materialize themselves.

Most of the time, it’s just people in a room. Nodding to whatever is happening in their Macs, moving their hands in the air, following a certain rhythm one day thousands of people will know. Sometimes, instead, it’s all quiet, if he’s lucky; there’s only a reigning peace towering the leather couches and armchairs where people are sprawled on.

Right now, the silence’s broken by the small sounds his phone is making. The truth is that he’s gently forcing everyone to listen to his tracks.

He has been holding his phone and earbuds for the past forty-three minutes, crouching on his knees next to the person he needed the approval of. It’s a tad embarrassing, and people mostly thinks he does this in order to fulfil his praise kink, but. They’re not totally wrong.

He just really, desperately needs approval.

“It’s nice,” Namjoon says, and Jimin feels a rush of excitement spreading into his body. Namjoon doesn’t lie. Namjoon likes telling the truth, whether it’s a rushed “I don’t like it, I feel like you could do a lot better” or a warmer “I like this vibe. Keep working on this.”

Getting the members’ approval is one of the moments he shields the most in his heart, along with private, quick moments fans can’t see taking place. There’s a lot of congratulations behind the stage, a lot of hugging that can’t happen because of all the styling and make-up, lots of texts read by the managers out loud, declaring things like “you’ve really outdone yourselves” and “keep that going”, which never fail to make Jimin warm.

Though the hastiness of it all is somewhat frightening. There are people crowding the streets and stadiums and everywhere they go—for them, Jimin thinks, it’s heavier. The tickets fever, waiting outside for hours, shifting their bodies into difficult positions, outside buildings for so long just to see their smiles flashing for thirty seconds.

It’s unnerving.

Fans do so much and they—they jump into their cars, rapidly seeing the fans becoming dots into the distance. In a millisecond. Jimin hates that.

It’s past four am, his rushed recording has gotten almost everyone’s approval – not Jungkook’s, though; the Brat has decided that his work needs more backup vocals and a lot heavier hook, and drums or other weird, loud instruments – and this result alone should be relaxing, or. Exciting, he supposes. This should result in a definitely warmer feeling aimed to push him to work harder, as stuff like this usually does, but this time feels different. This time it’s – nonsense, an unknown frigid state of anxiety that he cannot calm down.

Dorm life feels suffocating now, because Seokjin is in the studio, Namjoon is distantly working to lyrics and Hoseok has disappeared ever since he announced he’d be working for a diverse track, loud and crazy and depictive of their pent-up energy.

Anxious Jimin knows talking helps, but Rational Jimin argues that the only voice he’d want to hear, now, is not available, so what’s the point?

You’re resting.

Aha. What a feeling. What an unconceivable, strange action he was used to when he was younger.

Still, you’re resting. Closing your eyelids for more than thirty-six seconds on a working day. Sleeping.

Like every other normal human being at four am.

He groans, unblocking his phone and instantly drowning in his oversized hoodie, his left hand barely making an appearance in the cold hair.

He shouldn’t, he reckons, but you have always told Jimin he shouldn’t think, and moreover, he shouldn’t listen to his self-destructive thoughts when hungry or sleep-deprived.

So, ding, ding, ding! He excels in non-proper thinking when sleep deprived – and he’s always sleep deprived, so. Ten thousand points to Gryffindor, as Seokjin-hyung would say.

Jungkook mutters a “Gotta pee,” exiting the room and leaving Jimin alone in the living room. You’re not picking up. That’s okay, that’s fine, he should really stop bothering you—

“Hey, Chim,”

It’s the softest voice he has ever heard in his twenty-three years of life. God. You could punch him in the gut, and he’d thank you.

“Is…” – you’re shuffling in bed, and he can picture you passing a hand over your closed eyes – “Is everything okay?”

Jimin licks his lips, feeling his tiredness embracing him. “Yeah, sorry I woke you up…”

“Mhm.” You breathe out. “Nonsense.”

He hears you sitting on your bed, yawning. “Have you showed the others your recording?”, you ask, because you’re perfect like this. Jimin instantly feels guilty for this random night call.

“The hyungs liked it,” he murmurs, voice low, “I’ll show you tomorrow, if you want to?”

“Please. It’s not like I’ve been begging you to for the past week, right?”

“Yeah, that’s the main reason why I’m avoiding you.”

You groan, making him smile. “Don’t joke about it, jerk. We miss you.”

“We?”

“My bed? Me? Mostly the bed, though?”

The idiot snorts. “Cocky, aren’t we?”

But you do love this idiot. “Not joking. I’ve been hearing stuff from these sheets. ‘Been missing your non-existent tattoo.”

“Sounds logic.” Jimin hums, and that’s all you need to hear to know he’s feeling better than seconds ago.

“Babe,” you start, tongue rolling on the back of your mouth, “What I’m about to say is not gonna make a lot of sense because a minute ago I was dreaming about chocolate bunnies and serial killers, but. You know I miss you, right? But then again, you know this, and you know that I love you.”

Jungkook plops on the couch and starts scrolling on what Jimin assumes is his secret twitter account. Stan account, according to the sources. (Taehyung and Seokjin are his sources, thank you very much). When the younger turns around and catches him staring, Jimin all but attempts a smile—promptly cut by the cushion Guk throws him.

Jimin sighs. They grow up so fast.

“I know you. I know that if there’s someone who can go through these hard few days, it’s you and the guys. In a couple weeks you’re going to think about this day and laugh because it sounds like the plot of an indie, overrated movie. You can do it. I know you do.”

He loves you so much he could cry, but he decides against it. Instead, he says: “You’re like my energizer drink, you know?”

To which Jungkook and you both answer with a disinterested, “Ew, disgusting.”

The things your boyfriend says when sleepy. Gosh.

“Why the fuck is noona still dating you?” – Jungkook prorupts loudly enough that you hear, voice painted with curiosity – “You’re weird, hyung.”

“It’s definitely because of your dick—”

“She says I’m a kind soul.”

“—Dicking game’s so good I might forget you just called me a sweetened drink.”

“And buy her expensive stuff.”

Jungkook feigns a shocked face. “So, you’re her sugar daddy? Noona, I have an apartment. For myself.”

“Don’t hit on my girl right in front of me, kid.”

You erupt into a fit of giggles. “Oh my god, when did Guk become so annoying? I love him. Can we adopt him?”

“Too bad,” he says aloud, trying not to smile, “Too bad we’ve already adopted him as our group’s mascot, babe. He’s not an obedient child, though.”

The “Fuck off,” Jungkook sputters is enough for making you laugh so hard he doesn’t have it in himself to stop you because you’re so loud you could wake Tae, asleep on the kitchen counter.

This—this moment right here, is what Jimin loves most about his life. Besides performing and laughing because Jungkook called him a small pepper once again – the audacity – and other vague, members-related facts. You calm him, and love him, and listen to whatever thing he has on his mind.

“He’s gone.”

“Good,” you hum contently, “Now you can talk dirty to me.”

“You literally mentioned chocolate bunnies and serial killers earlier, babe.”

“Oooh, yes, more,” you moan playfully, cuddling your pillow. “Park Jimin. Chef kiss. The man you are today.”

“I can’t believe you just said that out loud.”

“Yeah, me neither. Guess one of us really needs to sleep and, shockingly, that’s not you?”

“I know,” – Jimin assures, closing his eyes – “Pretty sure this is another of your strange dreams, weirdo.”

You’re drifting off, and it’s the cutest thing Jimin has ever witnessed. “Kiss Guk goodnight. And…” a yawn, “Call me again in a couple hours, I really want to know what you’re working on, baby.”

“That can do,” he says, softly. “Love you.”

But he doesn’t hear you saying it back to him.

Only Taehyung muttering a soft “Nobody ever kisses me goodnight.”, half dead, half pouted, which makes Jimin smile like an idiot.

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Trending Gyal [1]

Jungkookxfemreader

Genre:romance, comedy, future smut

Warnings: none

(I'll put translations at the end when I write any Caribbean slang.)

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Your life was exciting to most, but you thought you were average.

You moved from your home when you were 17 years old to attend a university in Canada. After obtaining your bachelor of arts degree in literature, you decided you didn't want to live in the Bahamas or Canada anymore.

That's how you moved to south Korea at twenty one years old. You only knew enough Korean to get you by when you first moved to Seoul, but now you had almost mastered the language after living there for only three and a half years.

You had made few close friends but you liked it that way.

When you had first moved here you were like a celebrity. Your brown skin and kinky curls being a rare appearance in this part of the world, so the stares you got didn't bother you much.

Some of the men however had been awful. Only wanting to get close to you so they could say they had been with a black girl, even though you won't admit it, it made you insecure.

Things had gotten a lot better once you made friends. Nayeon, and Chanri who were full Korean, Taeyeon being half Korean half black.

You trusted these three girls with your life, but sometimes you wanted to end theirs, now being one of those times.

It was Saturday morning and you all went to the gym. Wanting to keep yourselves healthy you had made it tradition to go once a week, it also allowed you guys to gossip and bond.

You really wished they hadn't tagged along today though.

You had went to the bathroom, and while coming out you bumped into someone. As you were about to fall flat on your ass the person grabbed your arm and pulled you forward, which resulted in you hitting your forehead into their chest.

"I'm so sorry." You said.

You looked up and was met with the face of beautiful man. He had the popular bowl hair cut, that brought out his chiseled features. You saw that the tip of his ears turn slightly red and that's when you realized how close you were.

You looked at him with slight amusement when you realized that he was flustered.

"It's okay." He said timidly.

His grip on your arm didn't waver as he looked at you intently.

"Are you gonna let me go, or...." Your voice held even more amusement and you couldn't help but chuckle as he backed away quickly.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't me-....."

"Its alright dude." You smiled at him and he looked down a little to hide his flushed face.

You were about to speak but you heard your Taeyeon call for you.

"Y/n?"

You both looked at your friend whose jaw went slack as she saw the man in front of you. You looked at her with confusion, and looked at the man in front of you. His face held slight worry and he jogged past your friend without a word.

Strange, you thought.

Taeyeon looked at you with her jaw still slightly slack when you approached her.

"What?"

"Did know who that was?" She rushed out.

"Nooo." You said raising your left eyebrow slightly.

"You're kidding right."

"Who is he?" You asked

"That was Jeon Jungkook."

You looked at her with the same expression.

"Y/N, he's from BTS."

You then realized why she was freaking out a bit. The boys were the most popular band in the world right now, but you never really took much interest in kpop since you moved here, you still preferred to listen I reggae, dancehall, and western hip hop and indie pop.

That's why you didn't recognize the man you ran into, but your friend did, as she is a huge fan.

"Ohhhh." You said

"That's it! Are you kidding me?!! You just ran into one of the most beautiful humans to ever walk the earth and all you say is " OH"!!!"

"Yeonie, relax he's just a guy. C'mon we need to get back to the others." You said pulling her along to the rest of your friends.

After you two arrived it was none stop babbling about the kpop star. Apparently the others saw him and his other band mate taehyung leave with their bodyguards.

You really wished you had stayed home, because they wouldn't stop nagging you about your encounter with the boy.

Part of you couldn't stop thinking about him, even though you would never meet him again.

After arriving to your quaint little apartment you took a shower.

You cleaned yourself and got dressed in some comfy clothes, and got your laptop and started doing some research on the boy band instead of editing a video.

You first typed in the name Jeon Jungkook and was bombarded by numerous pictures and information. You had to say that he was a much more beautiful in person. In most of he photos his skin was white washed, which was something you hated. It took away his tan skin that brought out his features even more.

You then decided to read up on the band and discovered that they were even more popular than you thought. You then made the mistake of listening to their music. Let's just say you didn't go to sleep that night.

Jungkook and Taehyung had decided to go to a gym outside of their dorm, even though they weren't supposed to.

He didn't regret it though, if he hadn't broken that rule he wouldn't have met you. You were so beautiful, your shorter frame felt so right against his and your skin was so smooth. He couldn't stop thinking about you and he couldn't believe he had made a fool out of himself.

The way you had spoke to him was as if he was just a normal twenty one year old guy, and that made him feel good. He assumed you didn't know of his idol status but your friend did.

He didn't have a problem with meeting the fans, but he had leave before he got caught. It was too late however because there were two members of their staff waiting for him and Taehyung. That's how ended up being scolded by their manager, it wasn't too serious though. He was now sat on the floor in their practice room with you on his mind.

"Jungkookie!" Jungkook whipped his head in the direction of hoseok, who had been calling for a while now.

"Sorry hyung, what is it?"

"I was telling you we're done." Hoseok told the younger man jokingly. "What's gotten into you?"

Jungkook hesitated but eventually cracked and told him everything.

Hoseok giggled at his confession and jungkook huffed and groaned in annoyance.

"Sorry, I'm sorry. It's just it's surprising that's all."

"What do you mean?"

"You're whipped, and you don't even know her name."

"Yes I do!" Jungkook said defensively as he remembered the name your friend called you.

Hoseok laughed again and jungkook huffed again and hoseok found it even more amusing.

"What's her name then?"

"Y/N." When he said your name hoseok looked at him with slight confusion. The only girl he knew with that name was the youtuber and choreographer he watched from time to time. She was pretty popular especially in Korea, she had almost ten million subscribers and he thought she was really talented. He could now see why jungkook was like this, hoseok had never met the woman before but he had found her to be alluring. He took his phone from his pocket and went into YouTube, he put in your name and clicked on your last video. Which he had just recently watched, it was a dance choreography.

"What is it hyung?"

He gave the phone to jungkook and watched as the boy's mouth opened slightly at the screen.

"Woah."

Hoseok laughed and patted the boy's shoulder as he couldn't to watch you.

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Sweet Dreams Chapter Two

Lucid dreaming: The process of being aware that one is dreaming. Some researchers believe that in lucid dreaming, the individual may be able to change the outcome of the dream or control their degree of participation in the imaginary (dream) environment.

Description: Lee Eunbyul has been plagued with hellish nightmares since she was a child. Not the sort of nightmares you may be familiar with. There are no monsters to evade, no serial killers to outrun, no auditoriums of classmates in front of whom to stand naked. Instead there is just…darkness. Endless darkness. With professional help, the dreams come less frequently. But after moving away from home to live with her sister, Eunbyul’s nightmare returns, only this time it’s different. This time…she’s not alone.

What would you do if you had the chance to change the outcome of not only your dreams, but your life?

Genre: Romance, Drama, Fluff, Angst, Slow Burn

Pairing: Namjoon x (f) OC

Word Count: 7.3k

Tags: Non-Idol!Au, Producer!Namjoon, Bookstore Clerk!Seokjin, Potter!Jimin, Producer!Yoongi, Dancer!Hoseok

Warnings: Frequent mentions of mental illness, infrequent swearing and mentions of alcohol

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Namjoon

I rubbed my eyes as the breaking morning light filtered in through the swaying curtains beside my bed. Sighing, I pushed myself up onto my forearms, then onto my legs, then onto my feet. I padded over to the window, stifling a yawn, and grabbed the frame. I’d left the thing open all night, having fallen asleep too suddenly to remember to close it properly, and now mosquitos flew in lopsided circles around my lamp. Also left on overnight. I groaned and pulled the window shut, shooing the mosquitos with squinted eyes. I checked the clock on my black wall. 4:03 AM.

Quietly, I followed the scent of coffee and sauntered out into the living room where Yoongi sat, legs crossed on the couch, flipping through a book on Greek mythology with one hand and holding a mug in the other.

“Morning,” I said, like every morning.

“Mm,” he replied, like every morning.

I suspected Yoongi hadn’t even bothered to go to sleep, and the purplish bags beneath his eyes didn’t help. The apartment was spotless as usual. Yoongi wasn’t one to let mess pile up, and I was grateful at least for that. What he lacked in socializing, he made up for in peace and cleanliness. I slipped along the cool wood floor and wandered into the kitchen, pouring myself a generous cup of coffee from the pot Yoongi had left on.

“Crazy dream?” asked Yoongi. I found the heart of his question in the words he didn’t say. You never wake up before noon. You okay?

I hummed and settled down at the table, running my finger along the polished trim. Everything in this apartment was pristine, lined with precision and placed with care. That’s how Yoongi was. Even before we met at his studio, he struck me as the diligent type.

I guess I felt like I could learn something from someone like him.

With a sigh I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t remember.”

“Hm,” said Yoongi with a gruff cough, pausing to flip the page in his book.

And that was that. With a few words exchanged between us, I was left to watch the morning sun arc across the blemishes sky outside the wall of windows facing the ocean. I was left to think.

Sometimes I wished he was more talkative…

The bus rattled down the sun-drenched street and I watched buildings pass by in silence. Normally, I’d have worn headphones but at Yoongi’s request, I’d left them behind so he could work on a beat at home. I rested my head against the window and shut my eyes with a heavy sigh. Why don’t you just talk to him? Those were the words replaying in my mind. Hoseok always was startlingly astute, in an oblivious sort of way. Of course, my friend of twenty years could say something so blasé like that without knowing what it meant for me. Tell him you wanna write music.

Just tell him.

A pang rang through the bus, signaling the approach of my stop, and I gathered my backpack and cell phone, standing with my hand on the rail overhead. “Ah, sorry,” I mumbled as an older woman stood beside me, stumbling with the unsteady stall of the bus.

She turned to me with a weathered smile and patted my arm. “Thank you,” she said, gently sliding down the aisle with both arms swung out as if she could fall over at any moment.

I watched her, uneasy, as she made her way to the exit. But as she exited, someone else entered and in their haste, they brushed a shoulder against the old woman’s chest, knocking her back slightly. I jumped, rushing to catch up to her, as she grabbed hold of the rail beside the exit. I placed a hand on her forearm to steady her, and again she offered a smile.

“Hey,” I shouted, turning to see the perpetrator was staring at the scene, eyes covered with a ball cap, short, curling black hair sprouting from underneath.

Upon closer inspection, the hapless bus-rider was a young girl, although with her face downturned it was hard to tell much about her beside her unimposing height. I scanned her from head to toe. Narrow shoulders, drowning in a shirt three sizes too big, shorts just barely visible underneath the hem, tanned legs and dirty tennis shoes. But my eyes lingered on her hands. Small, balled into fists, her index fingers were digging into the skin of her thumbs, picking as she stared at the old woman in the exit.

“I-,” she began, and her voice was almost too soft to hear over the engine.

“You gonna pay?” asked the bus driver, eyeing her impatiently.

The girl jumped and turned to him, swiping her pass and shuffling with her shoulders pinched and her head down until she found an empty spot. The spot I’d taken before. I sighed and stepped down toward the woman, offering my arm to help her out onto the street.

“Oh thank you, son,” she said once the both of us were safely on the sidewalk.

Sparing no time, the bus sped off down the road. I watched it for half a second before returning my attention to the woman with a smile. “Don’t worry about it,” I said, bowing. “Sorry about that,” I added, and I wasn’t sure why I apologized for that stranger. It wasn’t my apology to make, anyway.

She shook her head. “No, that’s alright,” she said with a simple smile before turning on her heel and waving goodbye. “Take care, sweetheart!”

I returned the smile along with the wave, but something wasn’t sitting quite right with me. As I turned on my heel towards the studio a block down, it hit me.

That girl on the bus was oddly familiar.

“How’s the project coming along?” asked Jisoo as he stood over my shoulder, gazing at the monitor with his specs sliding down the bridge of his nose.

I cleared my throat and nodded. “It’s good. The music will be automatically triggered when the player walks past this line, so I made sure to line it up properly,” I said, pointing with an index finger at the screen.

Sound design in video games was laborious work, and even more so when the sound is music. Footsteps, fighting noises, slashing sounds: those could be left to the programmers without a second thought. But music? That was the sort of thing that had to be implemented by somebody who understood dramatic tension, timing, placement. Of course, should the programmers decide they don’t need the help of an indie commercial freelance company for their music design, they could probably do a great job. But contracting us was a convenient way to take nonessential work and pass it to someone qualified to handle it.

In my case, overqualified.

“Good,” said Jisoo, but it was clear he was only half-listening as he stirred his coffee with a grimace. “That scene gonna be ready by tomorrow?”

“I mean…,” I began. It was the first I’d heard of such a short deadline. Quietly, I settled my nerves and met Jisoo’s eyes through the glare of his glasses. “Sure,” I said, reluctant.

His face split in a smile, wrinkles around his lips deepening as he ran a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair. “Great,” he said, patting my shoulder once. “We’re counting on you, Joon.”

Joon.

I swallowed hard and cleared my throat, turning back to my computer with a tense smile. “I’ll get to it then,” I said as he gave me a thumbs up and meandered down the hallway, out of my tiny, shared office.

I sighed, resting my cheek in my hand, and stared at the screen. Tiny characters idled in a wide, green field, awaiting my command to test if I’d placed the song correctly. I already knew I had. Of course, I should have been grateful to have a job in the first place. Albeit unfulfilling, the work gave me a steady income and despite the well of disappointment in my chest whenever Yoongi left to work in his own studio with real musical artists, I shouldn’t have been sighing all the time.

“Yikes,” said Jungkook from beside me, a young programmer who’d snagged the job at our company straight out of college.

He eyed me from his desk, only feet away from mine, and pushed his headphones back to rest against his collarbone. He was still a kid, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, ready to work on games for the rest of his life. Really, working with a producing company was probably the best option for him. And every day you could see it in the way he moved that he was passionate. His round, inquisitive eyes were always landing on something new on his monitor, nimble fingers always typing away.

I doubted the kid had ever been apathetic about anything in his life.

“Yeah,” I breathed, glancing out the window to my right. Fresh sunlight poured in from outside. A fine day…

“You really gonna get it done in time?” he asked, refocusing on his screen as he popped a convenience store sausage in his mouth. He chewed on it, never looking away from the monitor, eyes alight.

I shrugged and leaned back in my chair. “Guess I gotta,” I said, still watching the day. In the distance, just below the horizon, I watched the train tracks as the afternoon train chugged by, windows glinting in the light. “It’s a crime to be inside on a day like this, though,” I remarked with a sigh.

Jungkook chuckled. “That’s what old people say,” he said, still munching.

I rolled my eyes and propped my headphones back up against my ears. “Everyone seems old to you,” I said. “Because you’re still a baby.”

Jungkook furrowed his brow and shot me a petulant look. “I’m a grown man.”

I chuckled and nodded, waving my hand to dismiss him. “Sure thing, big guy,” I said, continuing to set the music trigger just so.

The evening sun had long descended by the time my feet hit the pavement outside, and my hands and mind were exhausted. I wrung my wrists a little as I sighed into the nighttime air. The city was quiet, quieter than Seoul at any rate, and as I meandered toward the bus stop the simple sound of my cell phone ringing had me jumping. I fumbled with the phone for a moment as I fished it from my back pocket and slowly peered down at it.

Hani, displayed the screen and I raised my brows.

“Hello?” I asked as a white hatchback sped past, kicking up dirt on the street.

“Joonie,” she whined, and I could tell she was drunk. “I miss you.”

I gripped the bridge of my nose and nodded once, shutting my eyes against the yellow glow of the streetlamp overhead. “Uh-huh…”

“Come get me?”

I felt my chest constrict just a little. My mistake for answering in the first place. My mistake like always. “Where are you?” I asked carefully.

She mumbled something, words slurring together, before returning her attention to our phone call. “I’m at that bar by the beach. The pretty one.”

I knew the one. Sighing, I nodded. “Be there in ten,” I said, not awaiting a response as I pocketed the phone and began jogging down an alleyway, following a straight path to the shoreline.

Hani was right about one thing, anyway. The bar was pretty. In the summertime, when the air is fine and the clouds don’t linger too long, the beachside bar opens its windowed doors and extends its seating to the patio, right along the sand. The entrance was nestled deep beneath a canopy of light, sun-bleached wood beams and curling greenery, twinkling lights glowing on strings that wrapped around the entire patio.

Didn’t need to be a genius to know where she was. Quietly, I maneuvered around dancing bar patrons milling about in the gaps between tables and lounge chairs and made my way inside. The interior was dark. Not my style, really. But Hani always liked it here, which meant I spent plenty of drunk nights here. I approached the bar on the far wall and that was when I saw her.

Back on display from the low cut of her black dress, her brown hair waved over one slender shoulder and I saw her smile in profile. Perfect teeth, full cheeks rosy with alcohol and youth, eyes half-shut as she slapped a man’s arm. Gently, I approached her from behind and placed a hand on the small of her back, creating a wall between her and the man beside her. Her bright eyes landed on me and her smile went wider. She laughed, a loud, reverberating sound that pierced my ears even over the bumping music. Without a word, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and held tight, standing to her feet.

“You’re smashed,” I remarked as I smelled the alcohol on her breath.

She giggled, running her fingers along the skin of my neck. “Hm…,” she mumbled, eyes shut as she swayed in front of me. “Let’s go walk on the beach.”

I placed my hands on her upper arms and guided her hands back to her sides, fixing her with a pointed look. “No, Hani we’ve gotta get you home-,”

“I wanna walk!” she shouted, the famous Hani pout on her ruby lips.

I swallowed hard. “No-,”

“I’m walking with or without you.”

And with that, she swung around in a grand circle and, with crossed arms, stomped across the bar and onto the patio where she paused, back still turned, and waited for me. Of course, she didn’t mean it. She just wanted me to go with her. And she knew how to bend me to her will. She always did.

I sighed, pressing my index fingers firmly against my temples. I didn’t need this today. Or any day, really. But as I opened my eyes I saw her peering at me over the slope of her shoulder and was powerless once again. Wordlessly, I rolled my eyes and followed behind her as she giggled and led the way out onto the sand.

It only took her a few steps to remove her strappy heels and fan her long hair out behind her with a huff. “Too hot,” she mumbled, adjusting the strap of her silk dress. “I’d go naked if I thought you wouldn’t hate me for it,” she teased with a glance my way and a cheeky grin.

“I wouldn’t hate you for something you did while you were drunk,” I said, crossing my arms as I matched her slow, stumbling pace.

The beach was serene, only a few people wandering through the sand. We walked parallel to the crashing, navy blue waves and each step took us further and further from the businesses lining the north side of the beach. We were getting close. Just around that cliffside, if we clung to the rocks, we’d emerge on the other side. All alone there.

“Joon?” she asked, staring up at me with round eyes.

“Hm?”

“Did you hear anything I said?” she asked, furrowing her dark brow.

I clamped my mouth shut and let my eyes fall to my feet on the sand. “I…sorry,” I said with a sigh.

“We’re almost there, aren’t we?” she asked with a nod. “I’ll forgive you this time because we’re almost there.”

I inhaled sharply through my nose and turned my eyes toward her. She was bathed in silver moonlight, fair skin glowing. Beautiful. “Why were you out drinking?”

“Am I not allowed?” she asked with a smirk.

I sighed. “It’s a weekday, Hani.”

“And I don’t have work tomorrow so what’s the harm?” She groaned and shook out her hands with a disgruntled huff. “You’re so stiff. This is why I broke up with you.”

There it was. “Hani, you need to go home.”

“And you never fight back,” she mumbled. “Making me the bad guy for saying anything in the first place.” She examined her hand for a moment, pouting.

“I don’t think it’s good for us to keep seeing each other,” I said carefully, choosing my words with care. I watched her expression go from sulky to petulant in a blink. She turned to me, eyes sharp. “It’s not healthy.”

She scoffed. “Why not?” she asked. “We were friends before we started dating, weren’t we? Why can’t we be friends now?”

“Because I don’t see you as just a friend and I think you know that,” I said, scanning her.

She opened and closed her mouth like a hinge before settling on closed and turning her head toward the shoreline. She stopped walking, crossed her arms, and watched the water for a long, silent moment.

“They’re finalizing it,” she said quietly as her eyes went distant. “My parents.”

I blinked at her. “They’re…really?”

She nodded. “That’s why I’m out tonight,” she said, voice soft against the water. “Mom called this morning and told me. Like it was nothing for her.”

“Hani…”

“Like it’s easy,” she said, wiping beneath her eyes with her free hand. “I texted Sooyoung but she didn’t reply. She saw it though. Just…didn’t reply.”

Gently, I came to rest beside her. I thought about wrapping an arm around her small, trembling shoulders and holding her close. But the intoxicating scent of her rosy perfume even from this distance was enough to keep that idea at bay. Instead, I simply rested my palm against her back and gave her a pat.

“I’m worried Sooyoung is gonna start up again,” she said with a sigh as she scratched her nose. “Like she did last year. I dunno…a divorce is a big deal for someone her age. She’s sixteen now, you know? Did I tell you that?” she asked, peeking up at me with glassy eyes.

“I know, Hani,” I said, smoothing my palm against her back.

She sniffled and nodded. “Yeah.” She sighed. “I don’t want her to be stupid like me.”

“You’re not stupid,” I said softly, shaking my head.

She smiled, but it wasn’t all there. “You don’t have to lie. I make stupid choices. Like tonight. Calling you. I just…I want her to grow up without making the mistakes I made, you know? I don’t want her to be twenty-four, drunk, crying on the beach with her ex-boyfriend.” She shook her head. “Or worse.”

“Stop thinking about all that, okay?” I said, patting her back once more before dropping my hand. “You need to get home.”

She eyed me sidelong, long eyelashes stained white against the moonlight. She was calmer now, more reasonable. Softly, she sighed and nodded her head. “Okay,” she said.

I nodded and turned back toward the bar, but I’d only taken one step when I felt her small hands wrap around my sides, clasping at my stomach. She rested her cheek against my back and my whole body went stiff. I felt her chest against me, her arms firm around my torso. And just like that, she held onto me. Like a life preserver, keeping her afloat. And it might have felt nice if it wasn’t so cruel.

“Thank you, Joonie,” she said softly against my back.

I cleared my throat and patted the top of her hand. “Let’s…let’s get you home.”

Hani: Thanks for everything tonight, Joonie.

I stared at my phone screen, holding it right above my face as I lie on my back in bed. I sighed and let my felt hand fall against the comforter, squinting at the phone. The message sat like an omen before me, like the promise of something I didn’t dare to hope for. I knew better than to respond. I knew better than to answer her call in the first place. I knew better than to meet her for coffee or dinner or movies after we ended. I knew better than to respond.

Namjoon: Of course. You know I still care about you.

Hani: I know. I care about you too :-)

I felt my chest constrict. How stupid. I slid my phone to rest on my nightstand and caught the time out the corner of my eye. 11:15. I had to be up early tomorrow to work on the game. Really, I should have been asleep an hour ago.

And here I was. Still stuck where I’ve always been.

I shook my head, giving my chest a few hard pats. If I thought about it too long, I’d end up moping. Instead, I simply stayed there, resting against the plush of my pillow, staring up at the ceiling until my heavy eyelids drifted shut and my breaths came more slowly.

Huh. I glanced around the depthless blackness and blinked a few times. Lucid dreaming again? I furrowed my brow and gave my jaw a scratch. Well, Hani hugging me probably did something weird to my brain. I stretched my torso this way and that, cracked my knuckles.

“Good timing,” I said to myself as I took a sweeping look around. “What’ll it be tonight?” A smile crept across my lips as I rubbed my palms together.

“Namjoon?”

I jumped, a scream escaping me from someplace deep in my chest, and whipped around in a half-circle towards the source of the voice. And that’s when I saw her. My eyes went wide, gaping, as the memories came flooding back in a wave that nearly bowled me over.

Standing in a baggy sleep shirt and too-big patterned pajama pants was the girl from the night before. Eunbyul. Her hair was a mess of black curls waving around her chin, furrowing her strong brow at me. Like the night before, she possessed a sad, quiet kind of charm. With slightly downturned eyes and clothes that looked like they might swallow her whole, she was the sort of person you wanted to take care of. The kind of person you worried didn't take care of themselves.

She pushed round-rimmed glasses up the bridge of her nose with a sniff and gave me a squint, face flushed. Had she been crying again? Was she scared again? She remembered my name, but did she remember everything else?

Suddenly, my heart was racing and so was my head and anxious questions began swirling around my mind, impossible to ignore. But when I spoke, none of them came out. Instead-

“You’re here again,” I said, unable to stop myself.

She blinked at me and for a long moment, we simply locked eyes. Neither said anything, perhaps both of us being too wary of the other to speak. But after an endless silence, she cracked a crooked smile, revealing bright teeth and a pleasant pinch in the apples of her cheeks.

She chuckled, rubbing the bare back of her neck. “Ah, uh…yeah. I guess,” she said, voice soft. She had a peculiar sort of voice, breathy, almost uncertain. I was certain I’d recognize it anywhere.

I opened and closed my jaw a few times, struggling for words, before simply settling for a laugh. “Well, uh…hi,” I said with a smile.

She returned it, albeit hesitantly. She crossed her arms over her torso and her eye went hazy with thought. “Say, did you remember the dream from last night?” she asked, brows knit as she met my eyes once more.

I shook my head. “Not until I saw you.”

She set her lips thin and fixed me with a serious upward glance. “Same here.”

“Huh…”

She paced around in the dark for a moment, mouth pursed in thought, pausing every few paces to adjust her glasses. “I wonder why…”

I chuckled. “Well,” I began, taking up the space beside her and matching her pace, stride for stride, “the memory is unreliable. Some people can’t remember their dreams at all unless they write them down right away.”

She halted her pacing and crossed her arms, looking up at me. “This feels different though, doesn’t it? Like…I don’t know, like the memory of the dream just got wiped completely.”

“If you’re gonna keep getting hung up on all the details that don’t make sense, you’re gonna be here all night,” I said, then laughed. “No pun intended.”

She scoffed. “How can you be so blasé about all this? Aren’t you…freaked out?” she asked, voice getting quieter as she lost her steam.

I shrugged. “None of this adds up anyway. So why not just enjoy it?” I asked, cocking a brow with a smile.

“It’s…it’s not that easy, you know,” she said, then sighed. “You’re…I guess you’re more adaptable than me.”

I paused a moment, scanning her. Her somber eyes were set on the nothing beneath her bare feet, arms wrapped around her torso like she was holding herself together at the seams. I swallowed hard and thought for a moment, focusing hard on a memory.

When I opened my eyes we were standing in the middle of an empty footpath, blooming trees and bushes creating a blanket that stretched on before us. Vibrant pinks, oranges, and yellows dotted the foliage that sloped downhill before us, like a mural. Down the path, a pond and a few traditional buildings. The sun was tempered by gently rolling clouds, and the sky felt limitless overhead.

And there were no people besides us.

After all, my brain couldn’t conjure all the faces I saw that day.

She blinked at the scenery around her, wind rustling through the trees, caressing the baby hairs along her temples. Her eyes went wide, lips forming an O, and her hands fell to her sides as she whirled around a few times, looking at the view from all angles.

“What-,” she began, then looked back at me, wild. “Namjoon, what’s all this?”

I smiled and stretched my arms out wide, embracing the abundance around me. “The Garden of Morning Calm,” I said. “I came here when I was a kid. Back when I lived in Sangdo-dong.”

“You lived there too?” she asked, brows high.

I nodded, taking a few easy steps down the path. She jogged to reach me, still staring up at me, imploring. “Yeah, when I was young. Anyway…I just…,” I began, feeling sheepish under her disarming gaze. I glanced away, toward the horizon line, and cleared my throat. “This place makes me feel calm, so I figured maybe it would do the same for you.”

She slowed down a little, watching me from behind for a moment before catching up once again. She stumbled a little over her pajama bottoms. “I-it does,” she said, catching herself before she tripped. She kept her eyes down, watching her feet carefully, as she found her pace beside me. “Thanks.”

“Yeah,” I said with a sigh. “I know I must seem…kinda nonchalant about all this but….” I shrugged and took a deep breath of the fresh, autumn air. “I dunno. This place…it’s pretty incredible.”

“Funny,” she said with a soft chuckle. “For as long as I can remember, I’ve been terrified of this dream but…you’ve been enjoying it, huh?”

I smiled. “It’s like a little vacation from life, I guess,” I said, and I almost regretted it. Way to go, I thought with a cringe, saying something sad like that to a stranger…

But to my relief, she simply offered a pensive hum and a nod. “I never thought of it that way.”

I blinked at her, silhouetted against the fall foliage and vibrant sun, and saw in her expression nothing but a pensive quietude. Like I could have said anything she she wouldn’t have thought I was strange. I felt my cheeks warm a little, and cleared my throat.

“Up here is a gazebo,” I said, pointing up ahead.

She squinted down the path and smiled softly. “Nice,” she said.

I chuckled. “Those glasses…you weren’t wearing them last night,” I said, reaching out to guide them up her nose again. “The nose pads are too far apart.”

She jumped a little at my touch before settling and squaring a look at me. “Well, they’re old,” she said with a little purse of her lips, crossing her arms as we neared the gazebo. “I didn’t want to be a bother when I got them fitted, so I just said they were fine.”

She led the way inside, ducking her head just a little as she crossed the three-stepped threshold into the structure. Crawling greenery stretched out across the exterior, and some of the vines reached through the cracks in the ceiling, but it felt nice in the shade. Gently, she took a seat and exhaled, patting the tops of her pajamaed thighs. She glanced up at me as I stood in the center of the rounded room and raised her brows.

“You gonna sit?” she asked, taking a peek at the space beside her on the dark wood bench.

“Ah…sure.” I quickly joined her, aware of the slightly awkward space between us. Despite being in this dream together, we were strangers after all. What could we really talk about?

“I had an appointment today in Sangdo-dong,” she began, watching her bare toes. “With my therapist.”

“Therapist?” I asked, then shook my head. “Sorry, didn’t mean to pry.”

She chuckled. “Not like either of us will remember this in the morning anyway,” she said with a shrug. “But…yeah, a therapist.”

I inhaled fresh air and sighed slowly. I knew I shouldn’t ask, shouldn’t pry, but she was right anyway. What’s the use in holding back in a situation like this? “What for?”

“Anxiety,” she said with a sigh. “Since I was young. Before the dreams even.”

“Ah,” I said, nodding. I eyed her, careful not to say something insensitive, and saw again that thoughtful, distant look. “How did it go?”

“Not well.”

“Oh…”

“I told him I’ve been struggling trying to figure things out, and he told me I needed to spend more time thinking on it,” she said with a scoff. “Imagine that. Thinking more about something I think about all day.”

“What’re you struggling with?” I asked, and regretted it right after. Too far, definitely. She’d fix me with a glare and we wouldn’t speak anymore. She’d be rightfully put off.

“Trying to find something that makes me feel like a person,” she said with a single nod.

And with that, my heart rate slowed. Such a simple sentence, but it packed a punch. “I understand that,” I said.

She glanced at me. “How?”

“Well…sometimes it’s easy to get swept up in the swing of surviving and forget what it is that makes you feel alive,” I said, and against my will my mind returned to the beach last night, staring at the slope of Hani’s shoulder, her eyes glittering. I cleared my throat and leaned back.

She smiled. “Seems like you need to talk more than I do,” she said, raising her brows.

I swallowed hard and focused on my clasped hands. “Just…someone from my past.”

“You don’t have to be vague with me,” she said with a laugh. “Like I said, I won’t remember anyway.” She seemed…lighter tonight than she had before. Almost like something bobbing in the water, coming up for air and staying there, suspended.

“My ex,” I said, sighing. “She’s…she’s difficult.”

Eunbyul raised her brows. “You fighting?”

I smiled. “No, no. Nothing like that, just…we can’t seem to get a clean break, you know? Like…we can’t move on from being around each other. Even though it’s unhealthy,” I said, then shook my head. “I’m sure you get it.”

“I don’t,” she said, stretching her torso this way and that before settling and meeting my eyes, innocent. I furrowed my brow, and she maintained her gaze. “I’ve never dated.”

“Huh?” I asked, surprised.

She laughed. “I don’t really know how to interact with people,” she said with a nod. “Or maybe…I can interact if there’s no pressure. Like right now. If I don’t feel like I’m in the way or being a burden.” She waved her hands. “Anyway, tell me more so I can understand.”

I blinked at her, at the round, flushed apples of her cheeks, the flashing whites of her eyes as she turned her head to look at the trees swaying before us. “Um…,” I began, thinking. “Well…we’ve been friends for a long time. So breaking up was tricky, you know? What was our relationship supposed to be from then on? Did we go back to friends? Did we cut ties? Did we slowly distance ourselves?”

“Ah,” she said, nodding. “I see.”

“I think…for me, the healthiest option is to completely remove her from my life, you know? It’s no good for me to keep spending time with her.” I wrung my hands a little and sighed. “I can’t figure out where the boundaries are anymore.”

“Have you talked to her about it?” asked Eunbyul, poking her big toe against the wood floorboard.

“I…kinda.”

“Kinda isn’t really good enough,” she said, still poking, eyes transfixed on her foot, hands gripping the bench seat. “In relationships, you have to be explicit to avoid misunderstandings. Communication is the most important thing,” she said, then chuckled. “Although I’m not the authority on all that.” She paused her poking and met my eyes with a gentle, knowing smile. “If you don’t know where the boundaries are, you gotta place them yourself.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but my thoughts evaded me the longer she looked up at me, strands of waving hair falling behind her glasses, touching the tops of her eyes. It looked like she expected something from me. Not a response or a reaction, not really anything like that.

It seemed like all she expected was for me to understand her.

I nodded. “That’s…shockingly astute,” I said with a laugh, rubbing my jaw as I finally broke the tense eye contact.

She smiled and leaned back against the bench. “I wanna try showing you something,” she said, standing to her feet and padding gently toward the center of the gazebo. She turned to me. “Just…try to see it in my head?”

“See it, feel it, hear it, smell it,” I said, then smirked. “Taste it, if you can.”

She laughed and nodded. “I’ll…I’ll try tasting it then,” she said as she shut her eyes tight.

For a moment, nothing changed. Just the same gazebo, the same scent of damp wood and crisp air, the same sunlight stretching in shafts between branches. But after a few moments, I saw something on the horizon. The sky was bleeding from cerulean to navy blue, stretching slowly overhead. The scenery went fuzzy before disappearing entirely and emerging again, morphed. The geological features began to sharpen as Eunbyul simply stood there, eyes shut, a charming wrinkle between her brows as she concentrated. And, before I knew it, I was standing in the middle of a desert I didn’t recognize, midnight sky above and orange sand underfoot. I scanned the area and saw open space in every direction, rock stacks eroded over time standing erect around the horizon. In the sky was a portrait of stars, so many I couldn’t possibly count them, and small shrubby bushes punctured the iron-red ground as it extended endlessly.

Eunbyul opened her eyes and, without sparing a single moment, broke into an infectious grin that pulled her eyes nearly shut and exposed her canines. She turned around a few times before laughing and clapping her hands. “No way!” she exclaimed, and her voice echoed through the canyon.

I smiled. “What’s this place?” I asked.

She turned to me with a wild, breathless smile and I felt my heart kick up. Just a little. A warm desert wind swept through the valley and kicked up dust, playing with the ends of her dark hair. “I went camping once on a vacation to the US. With my family. This was my favorite night. Nobody around, just us,” she said with a nod, bending her neck so she could stare right at the sky. She pointed. “See all the constellations?”

I raised my brows and glanced up with her. Indeed, it seemed the stars, although innumerable, were positioned perfectly. I recognized the Big Dipper, dangling in the sky like it was pouring stars onto black and blue canvas of sky.

“Do you know a lot about constellations?” I asked.

“Gaeul taught me on this trip,” she said, grinning, then snapped her fingers and pointed at me. “Sorry, Gaeul is my sister.” She was still smiling like mad, and her eyes were alight for the first time since we met.

I nodded. “Tell me something about them,” I said, smiling gently as I sat down on the dusty earth.

She joined me, holding her knees close to her chest, and pointed at the sky. “That’s Ursa Major,” she said, and I followed her eyes to the big dipper. “The ladle is just part of the bigger constellation, you know? It’s supposed to look like a bear.” She laughed, and the sound was soft, almost like an exhale. “In Roman myths, it’s all about Jupiter and Callisto and jealousy and turning into bears, but I like the Korean myth better.”

“What’s that?” I asked, dropping my eyes from the sky to her.

“There was a widow who had seven sons, and became fond of a widower across the river. Her sons wanted to help her cross the water, so they each put down a stone for her to walk across. The mother didn’t know her sons put the rocks in the water. But she was grateful so she blessed the stones and when her sons died, they became stars,” she said, smiling so softly it was barely there. Just a tilt of her lips.

I watched her as she spoke, barely lit by the moon and the stars, eyes aglow. It was familiar, like before with Hani. But this felt decidedly different. Everything was different.

If only I could remember it in the morning…

“That’s a beautiful story,” I said with a smile.

She turned to me and nodded. “I think so too,” she said, then sighed and gave my shoulder a pat. “You’re a good person, Namjoon. I can tell.”

I chuckled. “And you’re not as bad at socializing as you think you are.”

She smirked. “I told you,” she began, leaning back on her palms with a sigh. “Low stakes make it easy to say what you want without being scared.”

“I wonder why we keep ending up here together,” I pondered idly.

She smiled. “You’re the one who said not to get hung up on the details that don’t make sense,” she said, then turned her head to look at the stars again.

“You seem awfully easygoing,” I remarked with a laugh.

She grinned and her eyes went small again. “I see what you mean now,” she said, sighing. “About this being like a vacation from life.”

I watched her for a moment before I felt something tugging. Just like before. And, from the way her eyes got round and her shoulders pinched, I was pretty sure Eunbyul felt it too. We locked gazes, neither one saying anything, and struggling against the pull in my chest, I reached out my hand, extending it toward her.

She blinked at it before, wordlessly, she took it in both of hers and shook it up and down. “Until next time,” she said with a serious look my way.

I nodded, letting my hand fall against the dirt. “Until next time.”

I awoke with heart palpitations. Blinking rapidly, I rubbed my face and patted down the sweat that had begun to dot my forehead. I glanced toward the clock on the wall. 4:03 again. Grumbling, I turned over onto my stomach and smashed my face against the pillows, yanking my blankets over my head.

“Stupid brain,” I mumbled into the sheets, exhaling long and slow.

I tried to force myself back to sleep, tried to will my brain to power down like an old desktop computer. I rolled onto my side, curling my legs up toward my chest. When that didn’t work, I thumped over onto my back once more and spread my arms wide, like I was physically begging for the embrace of unconsciousness. Long seconds ticked by, marked with the sound of my clock, always ticking like a metronome.

“Ugh,” I groaned, sitting upright with a frown. I glanced around the room and saw my phone still sitting on the charger. If I wasn’t getting back to sleep, the least I could do to sate my hyperactive brain was scroll mindlessly through Twitter.

I grabbed for the phone and unlocked it, but before I could tap the little blue app icon, I noticed a new text message in the bottom corner of the screen. I raised my brows and opened it. Sent at 2:39 AM.

Hani: Call me please.

Panic.

I jumped up and sat on my knees, typing her number in by heart. I pressed the phone to my ear and listened with bated breath to the dial tone. It was taunting me, every painfully slow drone and the endless pauses between. I counted five rings before they stopped altogether and I was met with nothing but radio silence.

“Hani?” I asked, frantic, breathless.

She sniffled on the other end and I collapsed against my bed with relief. “Hey.”

“Jesus, what’s wrong?” I asked, words stumbling into one another like a clumsy line.

“Sorry, it’s just…,” she began, then sniffled again. “It’s Sooyoung.”

“Fuck, Hani, is she alright? Is she safe?” I asked, heart hammering.

“Yeah, yeah she’s fine,” she said. “God, I’m so sorry. I keep doing this.”

“Hani what happened?”

She paused a moment before taking a shaky breath in. “She called me drunk.”

I was silent, just listening to the arrhythmic pattern of her breath. “Hani…”

“It’s fine, I called my folks and they found her in the basement. But…fuck, I dunno I got, like, a glimpse into her future,” she said, then paused. “And it looks a lot like mine.”

“Hani, are you alright?” I asked carefully, resting against the pillows with furrowed brows. “Have you slept?”

“Can’t.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, Joonie,” she said with a sigh. “I just…Joon, could I…could I maybe come over? Watch a movie or something?”

I stiffened. Bad idea. Horrible, terrible, really bad idea. Blurring more lines, crossing more barriers…at this rate, I’d be heartbroken until the day I died. It wasn’t like I was her only friend. She’d always been popular, and even when we were dating she’d go to Joohee before she’d ever go to me with a problem. Why now did it seem like she needed me so profoundly?

If you don’t know where the boundaries are, you gotta place them yourself.

I felt my stomach pang a little. Where had I heard that? Gently, I patted my chest in the hopes of settling my heart down. I knew what the right decision was. It was painfully obvious to anyone that I couldn’t let her come over, let her cross the threshold and reenter my intimate space. I knew the implications.

I sighed and braced myself, holding the phone close against my hot cheek. I shut my eyes, ran a hand through my unruly hair, and nodded my head. “Um…,” I began, opening my eyes only halfway to stare with disappointment at the clock across from my bed. “Yeah, Hani. Of course.”

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