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[bts-0t-7]

Breaking Bonds | PJM | Chapter 1

Pair: Fae Jimin x Nymph reader 

Summary: Stripped from your own birthright, you suffer at the hands of your people. But after all, you couldn’t blame them. Having enough, you left in the middle of the snowy days but things didn’t go as you planned. Jimin, pulled by an unspeakable force, ventures out into the blizzard to find a body face-first on the ground. Your love and connection is forbidden - looked down upon. But the both of you are willing to try. However, where there are dreams there are prices to pay. How will the both of you push through? Can the both of you do it?

Genre: Strangers to lovers, fantasy au, Jimin is the CROWN PRINCE (I mean-), angst, kidnapping, smut

WC: 2932

The history of the fae and nymphs - elements that used to live together harmoniously. Like the primary and secondary elements of life and magic, the love between faes and nymphs was sacred - so sacred that only royals had the right to arrange a marriage between their children. 

But hundreds of centuries later, amongst the roots of enmity that were fueled by old grudges and misunderstandings, blew out of proportion and affected many citizens. 

The dark history between them that started was marked by blood in the ledger books. The first is The Great Rift. The conflicts between faes and nymphs are often referred to in this phrase as the powerful fae kingdom taking lands that were traditionally inhabited by the nymphs. Territorial dispute ignited much hostility and opposition. This therefore caused the lack of resources. Both mystical beings relied on the same natural elements to thrive from the magical essence in their forests. 

And within these battles of dominance grew something more than just territory but also magical supremacy. Each mystical being possesses its own unique and elemental powers. As the war grew to a larger scale, betrayals were not able to be prevented. A web of alliances and betrayals intermingle with the supernatural races while leading to mutual distrust. 

The history was marred by not one, not two, but five different wars at different times. Both sides inflicted much suffering on the other. The wars led to untold loss with neither willing to yield. The main lasting repercussions come in, especially in the revised laws that were enacted to prevent any form of interaction or alliance between fae and nymph. Love between individuals of two races was seen as a dangerous threat to the stability of their respective societies.

The history was written in blood and the older generation of both races have a hard time letting go of their prejudices. 

And here lies the snowstorm. 

In the middle of the forest, where the snow blasts down like little chilling knives slicing through your skin and a good three feet of snow -

Your kind were the ice nymphs, once the royal family, now stripped of your title and an outcast amongst your kind. Where the fae folk thrived, you ventured - away from the place you once called home, now a barren room barely the size of a storage room. The scars of the Cold War between the nymphs still lingered, leaving the kingdom in the easy grip of the Lyrin fae.

You kind - the ice nymphs - were rare to come about, each one of your veins flows with the power of winter. In the lores, your kind was told to have a beauty that was like a fragile kind of enchantment, with hair as pale as frost, and skin as delicate as the first snowfall. 

There were only a few times that you have looked in the mirror - countable with five fingers. After your family was stripped of their title, with you accordingly, life was never the same. Your people, with no place to go, lost trust and justice in you. 

Desperation drove her journey as she yearned to escape the dark shadow of your people’s fall that hung over her head like a knife over the bed. Even with the ice in your veins, that winter night, when the biting frost finally embraced you and hunger gnawed at your core, your strength failed. You had pushed yourself as far as you could but as the sun dipped below the horizon, your body could no longer hold you up, giving in to your exhaustion and malnutrition. 

Lying beneath the icy canopy, you were a fragile, half-dead being that is an easy hunt for food for predators living around the area. Your eyes swerved back, trying to calculate how far you might have to go back for shelter. But you didn’t know. 

You had walked without a direction, lost in the depths of the Lyrin forest. Frostbites numbed your limbs and your brain was moving slower from the exhuation. But there it was, amidst the unforgiving cold and darkness, you sensed a presence stirring. 

Your hazed hearing registered the crunch of footsteps in the snow as your blurry vision sent your brain to somebody standing next to you. Your eyes roll around until you have a clearer picture of who it is. A man with dark hair, brown eyes, and plush lips, dressed in regal attire with a crest of the fae kingdom. Lyrin was one of the biggest fae kingdoms and everybody knows their crests. After all, it was them who led the battles many years ago. It was them that inflicted the harm and loss on your people. It was them that had killed the ruling family back then. 

Your family. 

But he wasn’t the one who took the action. No, he was almost as old as you were and then, the both of you were barely kids. 

Prince Jimin, they called him. 

The golden sunlight. 

The crown of Lyrin weighed heavily on his shoulders. He knew the crowning ceremony would be soon, and this winter, he wanted to let go and be just a man until he could no longer. Once he takes over the throne from his father, his duty to serve his country is solely on his shoulders. There was much to do and many things he would like to change, but even as king, these little ideas - as his father likes to call them - had to go through the council. 

And Jimin knows that the old hags would never approve of it. 

It went beyond the revised edition of the old laws. 

To reconcile with the nymphs. 

Jiminhad ventured into the forest today, going around with no direction, guided purely by an inexplicable force. The kingdom, although a realm of enchantment, was deeply tainted by the darkness of its past. If all was silent enough, one could still hear the shrieks and cries of the souls. The darkness had bred a strong sense of hatred and fear between faes and nymphs. Their mating was now an old tale of forbidden love - a story buried deep in history. 

As he ventured further into the woods, he stumbled upon the nymph, your frail form half-buried in the snow. Your beauty, even in your weak state, took the breath right out of his lungs. He recognized you as a nymph with your small frame and pale, white hair. But it wasn’t completely white. It shone like the silvers of the moonlight when light reflected off it. 

But it was when he moved to pick you up that he saw your family’s sigil, now faded from royal to common, that told him - you were no ordinary nymph. As his arms went under the ice, you stirred slightly at the movement. As you opened her eyes, he was completely taken aback by the sheer blue shade of your pupils. 

Even with one foot into the Underworld, you looked ethereal to him. Jimin was snapped out of his daze when your frostbitten lips whispered a plea for help. In that moment, all history and hatred were forgotten. With fae swiftness, he scooped your fragile state - lighter than air - into his arms and covered you with his coat. 

Determined to save her, he summoned a warm breeze that melted the frost from your body and sealed you in a cocoon of warmth. Jimin only dared to start running faster to his horse when colour slowly came back to your lips. Ensuring that you were safely tucked in his arms, Jimin ran back to the castle, fighting against death who wanted to take the girl in his arms. 

As days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months. The little nymph’s life continued to hang in the balance and Jimin was a mess. He made every doctor attend to you, pacing around the bedroom day and night. He had caused an uproar in the kingdom when they found out that their crown prince had brought back a nymph - even more than this one that was from the late royal family - and was nursing her back to health. 

His father had threatened to strip him of his title if he did not abandon you. But he could not do it. So it started the feud between father and son, neither backing down. Jimin understood that his late grandfather and his father had a feud among the nymphs, had been the ones who executed them and had been the ones to fight at the front lines. They were the ones who brought Lyrin to what it is today - expanded. But as Jimin studied the history of both parties, he felt a certain connection to the nymphs. 

He did not want to be a ruler where their mystical counterparts would be afraid of them. He did not want to be a ruler like his father - ruling by fear from an iron fist. 

While doctors attended to you, Jimin watched them with sharp eyes, ensuring that none of the doctors would slip anything into your bloodstream. When nothing helped and your state was only getting worse, Jimin grew more and more anxious. He had sifted through books and hunted down the Old Scripts.

He learned that your name was L/N Y/N, the youngest of the last ruling family. Your father had been killed in the war, your mother led you and your siblings to safety but soon after passed due to the broken mate bond. Your siblings were either caught by his father’s cavalry or died of starvation, leaving only you. Your records were still in the kingdom, seemingly down till two days before he met you. That means that you were active in your own kingdom, at your people’s mercy until you left.

He looked back at where you lay still on the bed. 

And if he didn’t find you, you would have probably been dead by now. 

You woke up to the warmth and luxury of a place you had only dreamed of. Your body was still weak and you didn’t know what happened after passing out. Slowly rising to consciousness, you found yourself in a room of blue and white, drapes swinging in the wind. But you registered that the windows weren’t open and the room was cold like… ice?

Winter may be the season but no room was made to stay cold unless the elements of the magicians’ are meant to stay cold. 

Like you.

You curled your fingertips, feeling the soft, silky sheets beneath them. Trying to view the room from your current position - lying flat on the bed with a head that feels as heavy as bricks - you were taken aback by the sheer language it screams. 

Royalty. 

From the materials beneath your body to the furniture displayed, the decorations and architecture of the room, they were all beyond your imagination. You had not stepped into such a room since the battle. As you looked around, you realised the room was not originally made to stay cold. The fireplace seemed to be covered in a layer of dust but the decorations on them were clean. 

And although you knew that this was not your room, the calming temperature felt just like home. But you had not been in a room like this for a very long time. Distantly, you heard the opening and closing of a door. Your eyes immediately shot in the direction of the sound just to find a man already standing beside the bed. 

You were immediately broken out of your thoughts when you realised who it was and where exactly you were. You did not need to open the windows to know - you were on enemy territory. The rulers who killed your family. The rulers who brought demise onto your people. 

But looking at the man, clad in a loose tunic and pants, dark brown hair ruffled in all directions, you couldn’t find yourself to hate him. Even as you knew that he shared the purest blood with the murderer, you knew that he… was just like you. 

A family’s misdoings do not mean a child’s downfall. 

One’s choice does not equal the choice of another. 

You sink deeper into the sheets, holding in your sigh as you close your eyes. 

“Oh!” Your eyes shot open to see the man right in front of you. “Oh, you’re awake! Oh, finally! Wait - wait - let me call the physicians!”

Your brain couldn’t register his words fast enough before you saw his body move so fast it was just a blurry shade running down the stairs. Or maybe it was just your vision that was a little crusty. Rubbing your eyes as you yawned, you got up from the bed. You wouldn’t like to overstay your stay, especially not in a place where your head was on a bounty. 

You had left your kingdom only to be stuck in another. 

Sighing, you looked down to your feet -

Your arms shot to cover your already clothed body. Wait, wait, wait - 

Your hands patted yourself down. You - 

You were changed. 

Your plan to secretly escape was a fail the moment your ears picked up the sound of multiple heavy footsteps coming towards the room. The large doors were banged open, revealing a line of physicians behind the prince. 

“There! There! I told you, she is awake!”

Squinting at the all-to-cheerful sound that the prince makes, the palm of your hands pressed against your ears. 

“Careful, Prince. The Lady just woke up, her senses will be sensitive. You must lower your volume, Prince.”

Sheepish eyes shot at you, a guilty smile lifting the corners of his lips. The physicians fussed you back to bed and ran a thorough check of you, reporting back to the prince whenever they found something. Whether it was something healing or something that needs healing. Over the next few weeks, you realise how persistent and petty the prince can get. 

He would refuse you bites of food if you were to call him by his royal title. He would refuse to help you up from bed, just standing at the corner of the bedpost when you need the restroom, always claiming, “If you aren’t going to help yourself, you don’t get to do your business.”

But you also realise how much he has gone through. As the only child, he was meant to take the throne a couple of weeks before he found you. But he had caused a huge uprising and a big fight with his father. When you were sneaking out one of the nights, Jimin found you during his nightly duties of patrol and whisked you back to the room. 

Although you had left with the intention of Jimin’s life getting back to normal, he has increased your security so that you won’t have much of a chance to run away again. 

Keyword: much. 

You still had your chances and when that came, you took it. You had everything packed and ready, but this time, you left with a note at the bedside table, paired together with a magic-infused healing charm for the man. 

Safe to say, it was a bad idea. 

You knew it was the moment you penned down your goodbyes and gave him the charm. But you didn’t have much on you to give him for thanks other than the occasional swirls of magic in his office. 

Yes, it was a horrible idea - of course it was! You were caught - again. 

This time, Jimin didn’t just leave you back in the room. He was silent the whole time after he found you. The ride back, up the stairs, and even after the both of you entered the room. You saw the note on the bed. 

Jimin’s back was to you. 

“Why - Why would you think that?”

You were taken aback by the tears that streamed down his plum cheeks that you had teasingly squished the past few weeks. Looking down at the note, you felt a pang of… sorrow.

A sorrow that wasn’t yours. It shouldn’t be. “Because it is against the laws.”

“I do not care what the laws claim!”

“I am nobody, Prince. You have a duty to serve your kingdom and its people. I am a princess, stripped of my title, belonging to the very kingdom your father and his father killed through. The very princess that they couldn’t care less before killing off my father on the battlefield.” He couldn’t be yours. He was a prince, deserving of one better than a bond that was looked down upon. 

“My ancestors can go suck their dicks.”

You pulled a face at the crude language. You knew that he would be insisting - you found out that much about him - and you prepared yourself for a situation like this. But your resolve was already crumbling. 

“Prince -”

“Stop, stop! I am yours! Please - I beg of you - stop calling me by my title.”

You sucked in a deep breath. “You are more than your titles. But you are also the light of your people. The only heir to the throne and you will not shove it away just because we are bonded. I refuse.”

“I will lay the world down on your feet for you, please. Do not leave me.” His cries hurt you more than knives and ropes splitting your skin raw. 

“My world is not one you can provide.”

My world is you. 

But you wouldn’t dare say that as you turned your back to him and walked out of the castle, following your original plan in mind.

[anonnie-in-wonderland]

Call Me Crazy...

Rating: T

 Word Count:11.8k 

 Warning(s): anxiety/anxious thoughts, near panic attacks, injury, but also beware the fluff for it is potent

 Summary: When Y/N gets her hands on the newest Samsung phone, she thinks at most she’ll get a little clout with her friends and fewer dropped calls. A direct portal to BTS? Not so much.

 Genre(s): Strangers to Friends to Lovers| Crack Treated Seriously| Fluff| Comedy| Romance| Magical Realism

 Tags: bts x reader | ot7 x reader | poly| FM!POC!reader

 Ch.3:  Don’t Hold Your Breath for a Break

A/N: Hiiii, sorry I’ve been away for so long. 🥺 Life has been pretty stressful. But, I’m back now, new chapter, whoo! I have had this on my mind for a while now, and finally got the chance to incorporate it into this chapter~ I really do hope you enjoy the arrival of the next BTS member to show up, whose dynamics with Y/N are already among my favorites. Also, always feel free to chat with me about this fic if you’d like, I don’t bite and thrive on the engagement! 🤗 I wanna know if anyone wants to guess what is going on or has figured it out yet. This chapter is especially dedicated to the blog who had a super easy tutorial on how to keep your formatting from google docs to tumblr!! Saved me a lot of time. Hehe *PLEASE do not ask about the taglist in this story’s comments*

In the days that followed, Y/N completely fell down a rabbit hole. It felt prudent to look more into BTS, or more specifically, Park Jimin. From a strictly legal perspective and nothing more.

 After all, she was sure his attorneys would be sending a court summons any day now just as soon as they managed to find out her identity and track her down. It was something she lived in fear of.

 Binna was none-the-wiser that the reason she suddenly seemed so attentive about the band’s recent lives was because she wanted to know if they’d mentioned anything. Any clues that would tell Y/N when her days as a free person were coming to an end. 

Honestly, she hadn’t found much. Nothing that would be helpful in allowing her to participate in her own legal defense. Speaking of that, could she even afford an attorney that would be able to stand up against Park Jimin’s? She was sure a global superstar would have the best in the country.

Y/N listlessly scrolled through yet more photos of Jimin��looking for hidden meanings in the recent videos the group had posted was starting to make her feel like she was overreacting at best and paranoid at worst. 

There were pictures of him with a variety of hair colors and outfits, taken over time, and he was flawless in all of them. Even ones she came across where he wasn’t glammed out in full makeup made it obvious he was just one of the lucky ones, naturally born attractive. 

“How many wardrobe malfunctions can one person have throughout their career?” Y/N found herself muttering, spying yet another photo where Jimin’s fancy jacket was sliding down his arm. “Is he allergic to keeping his shirt on his shoulders?”

Though, given how many fan compilations existed that compiled every single moment where Jimin’s shirt or jacket hadn’t quite managed to stay all the way on, it didn’t seem like there were many complaints. Army was swooning and swooning hard if anything. 

But really, being sued within an inch of her life wasn’t even the worst part about it all. If someone saw the “notes” section of her phone, they’d have her committed first, and ask questions later. She’d have her committed, under normal circumstances.

 Because what she had experienced not once, but twice? It went against everything she stood for. Logical, grounded, a firm believer in science and fact. Facts didn’t support phenomena like getting sucked through a mirror and ending up in an idol’s dance studio. 

Facts didn’t support seeing the face of another idol—because she now knew the reason the man in the mirror looked vaguely familiar was because he was another BTS member, Seokjin—instead of her own reflection when she went to brush her teeth. It just…didn’t make sense. 

Science couldn’t support it. It was nuts. Yet it happened to her. And that was the only reason she believed it. Too bad no one else would. Or worse, if and when Jimin announced he’d be pressing charges for assault, and she had confessed beforehand to someone…it would probably be taken as evidence the attack was premeditated.

 Sure, they’d have to prove how she got in. But…but still! She couldn’t risk it. Wouldn’t. Which meant her phone was her only safe secret-keeper. They were co-conspirators in it all. 

Speaking of the damned cursed thing… trying to outright return it hadn’t worked, even though she had the receipt and everything! She still remembered the bizarre events that day.

Y/N was almost out of breath by the time she entered the phone store, embarrassingly worked up in front of the few strangers milling around inside. She got a few curious, side-long glances, and then they went back to perusing the inventory.

“Welcome!” Called an employee already speaking to other customers. “Someone will assist you shortly.”

Y/N gave a short, affirmative nod, trying not to come off anxious as she glanced around. Everything looked…the same as the night she had bought the phone. Shiny new models on display, the monitor above their heads playing a loop of advertisements for different Samsung products, and everything neatly put away and organized. Absently, she began to think over the store’s layout, and the fact that it could have a strong subconscious effect on the consumer. Organization of inventory could actually play a role in whether or not someone wanted to buy something.

But, putting that aside, the store didn’t look like the kind of place that would sell someone a phone that would ruin their life. Looks could be deceiving, though. Who knew what was actually afoot?

“Oh, can I help you, miss?” A middle-aged woman wearing the store’s polo top came over with a tag that said her name was Hayoung asked in an attentive tone.

Y/N was quick to nod. “I’m here to make a return, actually. I bought a phone from your store not long ago.”

“Was the item not to your liking?” Hayoung asked, guiding her over to an available station.

The university student glanced down at the phone in question, which she’d placed back in the original purchase box. “You could…say that.” She mumbled. “I’ve thought about it, and I really don’t need anything even half this fancy.” Telling the woman she thought the phone might have it in for her was out of the question. “So I’d like to exchange it for something simpler.”

Hayoung dutifully accepted the box, scanning the barcode and then lifting up the lid. Y/N had anticipated a smooth return in which she’d flash her receipt, maybe some ID, and have the exchange completed in no time. But when Hayoung’s brow furrowed, she knew she wouldn’t like whatever the saleswoman was going to say.

“Is…is something wrong?”

“Well,” she paused, “Are you sure you purchased your phone here? From this store? I know we’ve had models similar to this in stock before, but this one’s just not ringing up.”

“Really?” Y/N shook her head, rummaging around in her purse. “I don’t see how that could be. I have the receipt if that helps…” 

She then proceeded to go through her small purse, searching the exact spot she knew she had folded and placed the receipt. “Um, hold on a minute please,” Hayoung waited expectantly as Y/N kept looking, growing increasingly more frustrated as she turned the contents of her purse inside out hunting for the receipt. 

No, no way was she ever that careless. She had made sure she put it into her purse before leaving the apartment, and she didn’t exactly care that much in it to begin with! It was all zipped up tight, so how could it have fallen out?!

It took several more long, awkward moments of searching futilely in vein for her to realize it was true. The receipt was no where to be found. Trying to fight down the flush of defeat crossing her cheeks, Y/N cleared her throat, speaking diplomatically, “I’m sorry, I don’t seem to have my receipt on hand after all. I guess I’ll just…try to search it out and return when I do.”

“Oh, there’s no need. Our system can search for and find the purchase if you happen to have the card on hand.”

Y/N wanted to slump over in defeat, “Actually my friend bought it…”

“Oh,” Hayoung tilted her head, “Do you happen to know the account number used?”

Y/N mentally wondered if Binna was free. She shouldn’t be in class right now, right? So it would be okay to quickly give her a call and get this sorted out. She had to leave the store without this phone. That was a must!

 “H-Hold on please!” It was a little embarrassing, snatching the phone she had been trying to return from its box and powering it on. In anticipation of making the return, Y/N had thought to wipe it and remove the SIM card chip, but then recalled hearing it was best to do that at the store when the transaction was complete, in case there was something forgotten on the phone that still needed to be retrieved.

Hastily scrolling down the admittedly short contacts’ list, Y/N located Binna’s number and pressed the button to dial. The phone rang three times, and she anxiously tapped her foot as she waited to see if her friend would pick up. ‘Please, Bin. Come on. Please.’

Of course, as it always was when she needed something to work out, it didn’t quite go smoothly. Binna hadn’t picked up, and she had ended up ending the call right before it switched to voice mail. Typing out a text message asking for the information she needed, Y/N had glared spitefully down at the phone.

“Do you recall the name of the clerk who sold you the phone?” Hayoung asked gently. 

Y/N thought it over, the sales associate’s face floating to mind. “Yes, his name was Suk-kyu.”

“Hmm, that name doesn’t sound familiar.” Hayoung shook her head. “I’ve been employed here three years and never heard anyone go by that name,”

It was unlike her, but Y/N felt she was entitled to a bit of out of character behavior when her jaw actually dropped. “You’re kidding…”

But, Hayoung assured her, she was not. She didn’t think they had ever carried the exclusive Army Edition of the phone. She didn’t know who Suk-kyu was, and Y/N couldn’t find her receipt, the only bit of evidence that might have been able to successfully lift the burden of the phone from her person. She had left the store, apologizing for wasting the patient woman’s time, and feeling like she was at least partially going crazy. 

Needless to say, Y/N had been…anxious about the phone since then. A bit scared, even. A fear she had no choice but to shoulder in silence for the time being. There wasn’t much she could do but continue searching high and low for the receipt and hope it turned up soon.

 In the meantime, she didn’t let on that anything was wrong, using the phone like before, though limiting that to when it was really necessary. No more playing around with it or downloading apps. Nope, she didn’t want to risk getting too attached to the thing. 

The only thing she did besides make calls was research. Things she never would have thought about looking up before. Like, unexplained phenomena with electronics, most of which led to completely wild conspiracy theories or dead ends.

Y/N had been so engrossed in breaking her brain over what to do, she jumped when the apartment door swung open, turning around on the coach to see Binna march in, a few grocery bags in her hands. Keys in her mouth, she gently kicked the door closed, humming to herself until she happened to look up and spot Y/N.

“Oh!” Binna hustled into the small kitchen to set her bags down, then her keys. “Y/N, didn’t expect to see you here right now. You’ve got class today, right?”

“It was canceled…” she sighed, sliding down the couch cushions and placing her phone on the coffee table. “The professor’s out sick with the flu.”

Binna winced in sympathy. “Yikes, poor guy…”

“Yeah,” Y/N took great care not to get sick, so she hadn’t so much as had a cold in years, but she still remembered times when she was a child in bed with chills, body aches and a fever. Once she had even had pneumonia, her mother forced to call out from work and nurse her back to health. “He just wanted us to go over the assignment we’ve been working on since the start of the semester. You know, take this as independent study time basically. But…”

“Buuut, knowing you,” Binna smiled, “You’ve already taken the initiative and gotten a head start a long time ago, so you’re ahead of everyone else.”

“Done, actually,” Y/N confirmed, not afraid to admit to her efficiency. 

Her roommate made a noise of encouragement as she began to put the groceries away. It didn’t look like much. A loaf of bread, some bottles of sauce they’d been running low on, some eggs and a carton of milk.

 “That’s great, since it actually kind of works out. Chin-Mae and Min Su invited me to check out this new steak house that just opened up. I heard reservations are booked out for weeks already, but thanks to Min Su’s connections, we can go this evening. What do you say?” Binna wiggled her eyebrows, trying to entice Y/N. 

“Alright, I’m in,” she agreed.

“Because I’m sure they won’t mind adding just one more to our party, especially if that person is you…” Binna continued to ramble.

“Bin, did you hear me?” Y/N clucked, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I said I’m in.”

Eyes round as the eggs she had put away, Binna blinked, nodded, and finally broke out into an ear to ear grin. “Oh, wow, that’s new. I m-mean not that it isn’t great you wanna join us, but…”

“What?” Y/N felt a little defensiveness creeping up on her, and she probably didn’t do the best job completely hiding it from her tone. “You made the invite, and you said Min Su and Chin-Mae would be fine with it. Did you not…really want me to come along?”

They thought she would kill the mood, the nasty little whisper entered her head unbidden. They thought she was so stuffy and boring.

“What, Y/N, no!” Binna immediately denied, “I’m really glad you can make it,” she shot over to the couch, wrapping her arms around her friend’s neck from behind as she bent over for the hug. “It’s true you normally put up a little more resistance when we ask you to come somewhere. You stay so busy, so I was a little surprised is all. But I’m glad you’re agreeing.”

Y/N’s tense shoulders relaxed, and she mentally sighed to herself, feeling silly. Of course, of course her friends wanted her there. And this was Binna, who struggled to have a bad thought about anybody. Secretly resentful definitely wasn’t her style. 

But with the stress she had been under, and the dread she’d done her best not to give into, Y/N could admit her nerves had been on edge. “Yeah, sorry about that…” she laughed weakly, reaching up and patting one of the arms looped around her neck. “I don’t know where that came from, but I’m happy to eat a little steak if Min Su’s recommending it.” The man had the best luck finding good places to eat, or stores that sold exactly what you were looking for but probably overlooked. 

“Good girl,” Binna uncoiled her arms and leaned back against the couch itself. “That’s the spirit. And hey, I heard from some of the girls in the campus’ BTS fan club that one of the guys on campus might be related to one of the waiters who might have catered the food on the set of a music video for Taehyung!”

She said it in a breathy squeal, and Y/N couldn’t help but smile indulgently. She was almost sure she knew which one Taehyung was, but she still wouldn’t put money on it. It might just as soon be someone else. Maybe Namjoon? 

She’d gotten more familiar with their names but as most of her time perusing videos and photos had been spent investigating Jimin, she wasn’t entirely sure on the others’ faces. Well, besides Jin and J-Hope. 

“Nice,” she said, letting Binna get all her gushing out as she texted Chin-Mae just to make sure it really was okay if she tagged along. Stupid to be anxious about feeling unsure if everyone really wanted her to come, but better to be safe than sorry.

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She was impressed the minute they walked through the door. Min Su stopped trying to sneak an arm around Chin-Mae’s waist and immediately went over to talk to the maître d. The two men spoke cordially, the head waiter confirmed their reservation, and then they were led to their table with a flourish. 

Binna was practically bouncing on her heels, squealing under her breath. “Can you believe this place?” she whispered excitedly, “I feel like a movie star, coming here.”

The restaurant was definitely lavish, so she understood where her friend was coming from. The tables were polished stained oak, and lit by a candle to provide ambiance, and the floors were a gorgeous brown tile that Y/N suspected to be marble. 

The restaurant was done in a mixture of black, gold with high beam wood ceilings and low atmospheric lighting. They walked past a bar, long and oval, with shimmering glasses the team of bartender would pull down as they did impressive tricks to wow the gathered guests. 

“It’s one of the hottest spots in Gangnam right now,” Chin-Mae commented as they sat down. The table comfortably fit the four of them, and everyone got settled as a young woman hurried over, handing them menus and introducing herself. 

“This is so cool,” Binna exclaimed, still wiggling in place. She shook Y/N’s arm. She was all done up with some icy blue eye shadow that matched her aqua dress, and a more subtle plum shade of lipstick. 

Her hair was secured in a complicated twist by a pin she recognized from the last time they had gone shopping together. Y/N adjusted the shawl draped over her shoulders, pulling down her own strapless dress. Binna had helped her pick accessories, which were mostly shades of amber or gold, and apply some light makeup. 

Y/N chuckled, nodding as she scanned the menu, trying her best to ignore the listed prices. She had come fully prepared to pay her own way, but Min Su insisted the meal was going to be on him. It must have been nice.

 The perks of being from an affluent family, she supposed. The guy was already well on his way to being a successful lawyer, following the family tradition. He had moved all the way from his hometown in China to come and work on his master’s degree at one of the top universities in Korea, just for a change of pace. “Thanks again for letting us crash your date night, guys.” Binna beamed.

“Please,” Chin-Mae scoffed lightly, not looking up from his menu. “What was I supposed to do all evening? Talk to him?”

Min Su pouted, but it didn’t diminish the fond glow in his eyes as he leaned over his boyfriend’s shoulder and whispered something in his ear that gave Chin-Mae pause.

 Their friend cut a sharp look at his partner, smacking his thigh and then proceeding to ignore the man who was happily leaning into him and commenting on the menu. Yeah, nothing new there. Min Su was totally gone on Chin-Mae, as always.

 There was nothing about Chin-Mae’s bluntness or dismissive attitude in public that ever put him off. If anything, the mean behavior only served to make Min Su try harder. Though, she and Binna both knew Chin-Mae wouldn’t be with someone this long if he wasn’t just as serious about them.

 He was just a straight shooter, raised in a family that wasn’t completely accepting of who he was, and unfortunately awkward and out of his depth about how to handle someone as affectionate and doting as the man he happened to fall in love with.

 They were well suited in that regard. Min Su was patient and persistent enough to shower Chin-Mae in all the attention he needed to overcome the lingering doubts about being worthy of such deep love and devotion. 

Y/N was perfectly fine, pursuing the path she was. Career goals first, everything else second. But sometimes, watching them, a little envy did ignite.

 It must have been nice to find something like that, and she was truly happy for them. It didn’t seem likely she’d have time in the near future to go out and chase it for herself, of course. And she wasn’t really worried about it. 

“So, what’ll it be for you guys?” Y/N cleared her throat, interrupting the warm and cozy silence they’d all been existing in.

“Ohh, I think I’m gonna have the smoked chicken and spinach salad, and a side of the fried mushrooms,” Binna announced, tongue poking out in concentration as her finger followed where the items she wanted were on the menu.

“You’re going so easy on him.” Chin-Mae remarked. “I’m getting the iron skillet trout,” he squinted, leaning further into the menu. Min Su only smiled, plucking the reading glasses from Chin Mae’s breast pocket that he had forgotten to put on and placing them on his face for him.

 The absent-minded pat he got on the hand for it made the law student’s whole face light up. “And the chicken fried steak. That okay, babe?” He might not have looked it, exactly, but Chin-Mae had a healthy appetite. And if they were coming to such an exclusive restaurant for the first time, it wasn’t surprising he wouldn’t be keen to hold back.

Min Su was nodding encouragingly before Chin-Mae had even fully gotten the question out of his mouth. “And what about you, Y/N?”

She clammed up slightly, having been looking at the menu, mentally ruling out what seemed too expensive, or wasn’t quite her taste. “Uh, the pot roast sounds like a filling entree.”

“And?” Chin-Mae prodded, interlocking his hands together and leaning on them.

“And nothing,” Y/N shook her head. “It comes with two sides, that’s more than enough.”

“Boo,” Her friend hissed dramatically. “Fine. If neither one of you is going to take advantage of this, then I guess it’s up to me.”

Their waitress returned with a tray of drinks at precisely that moment, and as she set them down in front of the correct person, everyone began telling her their orders, which she jotted down without missing a beat.

 Only Min Su had actually ordered any steak, but, given the price of a 24 oz there was just no way she felt comfortable doing that to the poor guy, even if he was a good sport about it and more than capable of handling a large bill. 

As they sat, sipping their champagne and waiting on the food, something Y/N had been putting off thinking about started floating through her mind. Ever since the whole Jimin fiasco, despite her deep diving and frantic searching, nothing had turned up that indicated anyone was coming after her. 

But she just wasn’t willing to believe she’d gotten away that easily. She almost killed a celebrity. And, due to that, she’d really wanted to seek legal advice from Min Su, under the guise of some far-fetched hypothetical, of course. Her friends weren’t onto her, and she couldn’t give them a reason to be. 

She just had to find a way to casually broach the topic…

“Oh,” Binna gasped from her side, drawing the whole table’s attention to herself. She was carefully scrolling her phone with a freshly manicured nail, scowling slightly. It was so rare that Binna displayed any actual disdain, it had Y/N a bit curious. 

“What’s wrong, Bin?”

“It’s nothing,” she replied immediately, then paused. “Well it’s not nothing but, it’s just…I really wished we lived in a world that respected idols as people, you know? Some people call themselves fans and act like famous people aren’t allowed to have any boundaries.” She then went on to describe how there’d been another sasaeng incident reported on a news site she followed to keep up with celebrity gossip. 

Apparently, it was a pretty serious one, and crazed ‘fans’ had attacked an actress a well-known idol was reported to be dating. Her bodyguard had fended them off, but the actress still went to the hospital with some injuries. 

Y/N perked up slightly, but Min Su and Chin-Mae were thankfully too engrossed in listening to Binna rant to notice. It would be much easier to bring up her question using the information Binna had just provided them as a pretext.

 It was about time she had a stroke of good luck. Stopping to think it over, Y/N cringed. Not that she wasn’t sympathetic to the poor woman who had been harmed because of someone’s delusions. But it just…presented an opportunity she had to take, and….

‘Oh, why am I trying to rationalize it to myself?! I should just ask the question before the subject changes.’

 That decided, she opened her mouth and spoke, doing her best to make it seem as casual as possible. “So Min Su, you’re practically a lawyer. What kind of charges could that person face? Attacking a celebrity and inflicting bodily harm isn’t the same as harassing them for a photo.”

 Y/N silently patted herself on the back, sitting from her glass with an expression carefully schooled to look only mildly interested. Inside was another matter. She was rocking back in forth, heart hammering and eyes wide, waiting for an answer with baited breath.

“Hmm, well, I’ve mostly studied corporate law.” He admitted, playing with a ring on his index finger, “But I do know that given the severity, it’s likely both the actress and the company she’s represented under will press charges. Things are also moving faster these days, prosecuting people who do things like that.” 

Y/N swallowed, eyes fixated on Min Su’s thoughtful expression. “There were also witnesses, so it’s very likely to result in a conviction.” Yes, there had been a witness in her case too. Well, J-Hope had only seen her fleetingly. Maybe. Hopefully not. But if she was on any camera then…it was most definitely over for her.

 “The court could go light on them if it was a first offense…they might be sentenced to a large fine and community service…” Okay, Y/N thought. It would probably drain her savings, but it was still possible to bounce back and have a future, right? She could still put it in the past and become a CEO one day, right?! “Then again, it was a premeditated attack. Jail time is also a strong possibility.”

Her heart sank back down to her feet. Jail. What successful CEO in Korea had been to jail before graduating, and for assaulting an idol no less. 

‘I. Am. Done.’

“What’s the matter, Y/N?” Binna giggled, “You look like you smelled a rotten egg. But I guess hearing about how far some crazy people will go is pretty disgusting, isn’t it? I don’t think I’ll have much sympathy for them, whatever happens.”

“…Yeah…” Y/N said once her words came unstuck. That was another thing. Her sweet friend was going to think she was a criminal. She had known Binna since high school, having shared a homeroom class with her. They were vague acquaintances then, friendly enough to speak from time to time but by no means close enough to hang out between classes or after school. 

In fact, admittedly, Y/N used to wonder if Binna’s perky personality was just an act. It had to be, in her cynical rationalizing, because who was really that upbeat, in high school? 

Later on, she would realize she was just projecting, and once she stopped doing that was when she truly came to appreciate Binna for all that she was, steadfast and supportive. Although they didn’t become close, didn’t become friends, until meeting at orientation when arriving at Korea University. 

“They knew the consequences before they did it.” Chin-Mae joined in, swishing the last of his champagne around before drinking it down. “It’s stupid to think your life won’t be impacted when you run wild like that.”

Except, Y/N wanted to wail. She hadn’t known. She wasn’t a sasaeng, and she knew she had assaulted someone but at the same time she hadn’t really done anything wrong. Except maybe buy a cursed magical phone, that somehow was behind all this.

…Yeah, she’d just keep that thought to herself. 

“Well,” Y/N smiled, “Thanks for giving your input.” She told Min Su, who nodded, humming with a cheerful ‘no problem’.

A cartoony chime went off, and Binna groaned as she stared down at her phone, “Nooo,” she sighed, sounding truly remorseful. “Right now?”

“What’s happening?” Chin-Mae raised a brow.

“Jimin is going live!” She whined, “And normally I’d watch but I’m having such a great time with all of you, and I don’t want to be rude…”

“It’s fine, go ahead.” Y/N said, forcing a smile. “We know how addicted to that stuff you are.” Really, she wanted the floor to swallow her into the abyss. She knew the minute she heard that sound what was going on. If her phone had been turned on, they would have heard the same noise coming from her purse too.

She had made an account on several apps BTS often broadcasted their lives to, and set an alert for just that occasion. There were a couple of false alarms she hadn’t tuned into once she saw they weren’t from the person she was basically stalking at this point. But this was it. The big moment. 

He hadn’t done a solo live since the accident…but Binna said his members had mentioned that he had a small accident while practicing and was recovering well. 

All of Army was behind him, sending him tons of well wishes from all over the world. It was sweet, but she wondered how fast they would turn if they knew she was behind their beloved idol’s injuries. 

“Yeah, what Y/N said,” Chin-Mae rolled his eyes. “Check on your man,” he joked.

Binna giggled, flashing them a cute heart. “He’s not my man,” she replied playfully, “I’d have to get in line for that. Plus, I’m really more of an OT7, you know? It’s really hard to stick with one bias.”

 Nonetheless, when she began to watch, since Y/N couldn’t exactly whip out her phone and do the same without raising suspicion, she subtly leaned closer to at least listen.

Of course, Binna was always more astute than she let on. “Oh, did you wanna see too?” She angled the screen so they could both see before Y/N even had the chance to protest. 

And the live was just starting, the exact same idol she had seen what felt like a lifetime ago was sitting in a room by himself. It looked like he was on a couch, legs crossed, looking small in his soft oversized sweater and giving the camera a cute wave. “Hi, everyone,” his sweet voice said. “Thank you for waiting on me!”

Gushing comments poured in, cheering him and welcoming him back, asking him what he’d been up to, and telling him he looked good. Jimin tilted his head, a coy, secretive smile appearing on his shiny lips. Y/N couldn’t tell if he was wearing gloss or if they always looked like that.

 She had been a bit too preoccupied the one and only time she had the opportunity to see them in person. He had dyed his hair a different color, though. It was now a shade of strawberry blonde that complimented his angelic features well.

 “Well, I haven’t been up to much. Just resting, really.” he explained. “Even on days when I felt better and tried to join practices, the members just shooed me away.” He laughed. “Oh, but look at this!” He reached down, his head dipping out of screen for a minute, popping up seconds later holding a little pot. “Taehyung got me this ‘get well’ plant!” He showed them a cute little sapling.

Binna cooed, Y/N glancing at her then refocusing on his words. Who knew when a hidden meaning would pop up.

“I don’t know how well I’ll be able to take care of it; I’m not sure if I have a green thumb. But I’ll try my best!”

Comments came pouring in again, people saying he was going to enter his plant dad era, because collecting succulents could be addicting.

 Other people gushed at the sweetness of the VMin friendship, whatever that was, and yet more people reminded Jimin that he looked really good. Yet one comment in particular seemed to catch his eye, and he squinted, seemingly intrigued. 

“Hmm? You wish you were a plant so I could take care of you?” He repeated. “You don’t have to be a plant for me to want to take care of you.” The statement was very matter-of-fact, “You’re Army. I’ll always watch over Army.”

Binna sounded like she released a tiny sniffle. “Is he not just the sweetest?” She asked, nudging Y/N a bit. “Since you’re new to BTS, have you chosen a bias yet?”

Y/N wished she could tell her the real reason behind her sudden interest, but that was kind of out of the question. “No, not yet…”

“Y/N’s a BTS fan now?” Chin-Mae asked, “Since when?”

“Pretty recent.” Binna replied.

Y/N was only half listening to her friends, mostly focusing on Jimin’s chatter. Someone was still insisting they wanted to be his plant, and he looked nothing short of amused. 

“Okay, if you insist. Should I start a garden then?” He asked his fans. Y/N watched, stunned, as his bright eyes narrowed into a practiced and very effective smolder. She had seen it in pictures before, but in real time it was really something else, “It’ll be full of so many pretty flowers, and you’ll all bloom just for me, right?” The heady purr of his words sent a shocked shiver right down her spine. 

Binna swooned, while Y/N felt her breath hitch. ‘What… the…hell…was that?!’ A flirty throwaway line like that had never had that effect on her before.

 But then, thinking back, he had flirted with her in the dance studio too. She’d just been too worried to pay attention. Clearly, the man was an old hand at the art of duality, going from wholesome to heathen in five seconds flat. That was…dangerous. 

Binna seemed to already know how she felt, leaning into her with a sigh. “That, Y/N, is what happens when Jimin turns from angel to demon.” Her friend explained. “I’d say you’ll get used to it, but odds are you probably won’t.”

Jimin then went back to amicably speaking to everyone, as if he hadn’t just teased fans within an inch of their lives. The conversation moved on, and he was speaking about upcoming projects he was excited about or a funny habit that he had noticed in his band member. All normal, non-threatening stuff. Y/N was almost thinking she could relax. Almost. 

“What? You want to tell me a secret?” Jimin was reading another comment. “Okay, I’m listening…”

Y/N quirked a brow at the comment. “Sometimes I dream about you.” it read.

The idol grinned, replying casually. “Sometimes I miss Army so much I end up thinking about all of you in the middle of the day.” Y/N’s blood ran cold as he looked intensely at the screen. “It’s almost like you’re there…”

That was it. The sign she was waiting for! He was talking to her. 

“I…” Y/N stumbled to her feet, startling Binna. “Need the bathroom, I’ll be back.”

“Oh, okay.” Her friend said slowly, setting down her phone. “Is anything wrong? You don’t…look so good suddenly.”

‘You wouldn’t either in my shoes,’ she thought miserably. ‘Park Jimin is going to sue me within an inch of my life.’

“It’s alright,” she held a hand to her stomach, selling the illusion of sudden nausea. “Just…lady problems.” She said lamely.

Poor Binna didn’t even question it; she nodded, eyes full of sympathy. “Well text if you need anything.” She squeezed Y/N’s hand. “I’ve got a few extra tampons in my purse.” she whispered discreetly. Really, Binna was too good of a friend for her. 

Y/N rounded the corner in a hurry, blindly guessing where the bathrooms might be located. She passed their waitress, rolling out a cart that she was pretty sure contained their meals. Everything looked delicious, and of course she couldn’t even enjoy the great evening Min Su had generously provided. All because she was screwed. 

She hustled into a bathroom as fancy as the rest of the steak house, and so spacious there would probably be an echo. She hustled over to the sink, activating the handless system by shoving her trembling fingers under it. As she splashed her face with warm water, the dread twisting up her stomach gave way to deja vu. 

‘This is just like…the event at the internship.’ The wild day that would be the beginning of the end of her life. Removing her hands from the water, she gently pressed the pad of her thumb up to her eye, tapping it a few times.

 Her makeup was well done, but it still felt like she could see bags. ‘At least it can’t get worse.’ She assumed. After all, what was worse than this? The dumb phone was put away in her clutch, turned off, and back at the table.

 The very least she could do was fake a smile so she didn’t ruin everyone’s meal, and enjoy what might be her last chance to experience this. They probably didn’t serve many steakhouse dinners where she was going. 

That thought firmly in mind, Y/N squared her shoulders and prepared to march back out, tightly gripping her clutch at her side. Wait, her clutch?!

Binna must have handed it over to her, assuming she might need it. She had said to text if she needed anything, and Y/N couldn’t exactly do that without a phone. Well, at least it was off. Y/N wasn’t totally sure what kind of phenomenon had disrupted her life, but it all started with that phone. 

No sooner had she backed away from the mirror than a wave of dizziness overtook her, sending her keeling forward. Instinctively, she clutched the sink to maintain her balance, almost screaming out when she looked up as the dizzy feeling passed. 

The mirror in front of her was the same as always, a reflection of her wide, mortified eyes. But the long glossy mirror that made up the entire wall of the bathroom at the entrance of the restroom? 

A reflection of another room, just like before. “No…” she whispered, not ready to admit that it was happening again. What was worse? All of it being real, or her losing her mind? “Not again…!”

She clenched her eyes shut, then attempted to get her feet moving. She would keep her head down and hurry right on past, to the exit. That was the plan at least. And she was making good progress to move without falling over in her modest heels, but the minute she actually got closer to the mirrors, a strange feeling overwhelmed her. 

Almost like a compulsion to stop. Y/N felt like she was watching a scene in a movie, watching a victim wander down the hall of a haunted house, towards the homicidal attacker lying in wait.

 Her feet were making her move on her own! Her fingertips reached out, and yet she had no control. She had to touch the mirror, see if that room on the other side was real. But deep down, she knew the answer before her fingers made contact.

It was a strange emotion somewhere between surprise resignation when she wobbled onto a floor that was not marble and found her eyes darting around a room that was not the steak house. 

Pressing against the mirror desperately, she confirmed what a large part of her had assumed. There was no give to the mirror, apparently no way back from the time being. Was she even still in Gangnam?

Her senses were feeding her all kinds of information, and frankly, it was starting to overwhelm her. The raw scents of sweat, male musk, and ammonia could only mean one thing, and it was further proven when she peered around the blind corner of a painted brick wall, only to see two people exercising. 

Well, one was doing stretches, and with the way he hopped up, he had just finished. An older man in a tank top and sweats had pads strapped to his hands, and Y/N watched closely, not even daring to breathe, as the younger man sat down and laced boxing gloves onto his taped hands. 

He stood up, and who she assumed was his trainer got into a defensive stance while the younger man hopped around nimbly. Y/N watched, wide-eyed as they began to train, the guy in the black hoodie practicing blocking, jabbing and dodging.

 It was clear he had put a lot of dedication into this. Y/N was never much of a sports person, but she knew the result of hard-work when she saw it. His moves were fluid, and instead of slowing down, they got quicker the more he went at it. 

Somehow, it never felt like a good time to draw their attention to herself, go wobbling over in her dinner attire, and ask for directions back to the High Tower SteakHouse. She had a few other options, of course, like calling Binna. Or maybe Chin-Mae…but how did she explain it? 

She had gone to the restroom for a few minutes and wound up in a completely different location without leaving the restaurant?! Then again, it meant they would really have no choice but to believe her. 

It was impossible for her to have gone anywhere far when they all saw her leave for the bathroom. Maybe she could sneak out while they were distracted and then call when she was outside the gym, not standing around all conspicuous.

Y/N was weighing the merits of her plan when she heard an excited yell, whipping her head around and watching the trainer give his client a few congratulatory pats on the back, apparently satisfied with the work he’d put in for the day. 

They began speaking lowly to themselves, and Y/N paled when she noticed the only door out of the room she could spot was behind them…. The corner she was standing behind seemed to be where the water fountains and locker rooms were located. 

Hiding out in there was another option, but it didn’t exactly appeal when she would have to keep checking to see when the gym was empty. Right now it was just the two of them, but what if more people came in? 

They’d have questions about someone being dressed like she was, right? Then again she could also be found out just staying put where she was. Ugh…it was beyond frustrating. 

Her luck was completely shot, huh?

A little hope returned when the trainer waved at the young man and then began heading for the exit. She assumed they were done for the day, and the second guy would be done soon too. But not so, because then she’d actually be lucky. 

As soon as his trainer had cleared the room, he gave a loud sigh, beginning to shimmy out of his hoodie. Y/N didn’t think she was close enough to make the door in the small moment he had his vision obstructed, but she was close enough to get an eyeful.

 If his training earlier hadn’t tipped her off that he was dedicated, his physique would have. He was all hard lines, though the minuscule glimpse of a thin waist when his shirt rode up with his hoodie was impressive too.

 She could see a full sleeve of tattoos decorating one arm, and coupled with his longish two-toned hair, a deep brown that gave way to a raging red, he was kind of…hard to look at. Distracting in a way she didn’t anticipate. She didn’t get distracted, not usually.  

He, on the other hand, got straight to business. Oblivious of her presence, he walked right over to the large, hanging punching bag and began to hit it. But he wasn’t just hitting it. Again, Y/N was no boxing aficionado, but she knew he knew what he was doing. 

His strikes were always controlled, his breathing never ragged the way she could guess hers would be. He pivoted on his back foot, and she knew that the small movement put more power into his strikes.

 He was hitting the bag like it owed him money, grunting occasionally, the muscles in his arms and shoulders flexing in his t-shirt. At some point, Y/N figured he would stop. He would either head out the door, or into the locker room, and that was when she would flee. 

Hopefully, wherever the cruel cosmic entity that thought her life was a joke had dumped her, it wasn’t very far from the restaurant. Then again, shouldn’t she have gotten a worried text by now? 

She’d been gone for a while. Or, maybe Binna had actually come to check on her and seen that she had disappeared entirely. Y/N could imagine the freak out as Binna flailed her way back to the table and informed Min Su and Chin-Mae that somehow, someway, she’d been kidnapped. 

What was her life lately, she thought miserably. With nothing to really do but scroll her phone or continue to watch the mystery man go at it, she turned to checking what news was trending for the day. Normally, she at least kept up with news involving the business world, if nothing else.

 The celebrity gossip blogs she left to Binna, BTS investment notwithstanding. Stocks were up at several companies she had an interest in working at after graduation—assuming she made it with her life in chaos lately—so that was good.

 A CEO had resigned from his post at a company she had almost interned at but decided not to at the last minute off a strange feeling. Some scandal involving embezzlement. So she dodged a bullet there.

 And, lastly, BTS’ Jungkook had endorsed some new sports brand, and now merchandise was selling out faster than it could be restocked. The article included a picture of Jungkook, posing in shorts and a t-shirt next to a mountain of different athletic gear for various sports. 

Wait. Y/N could have swallowed her tongue. Wait. That man, the man in the picture and the one boxing…were the same person?!

Feeling like she may just be sick, Y/N did a quick check, and really took in the boxer. That was undoubtedly the idol pictured in the article. 

Not only was she going to jail for assaulting one BTS member (albeit on accident) a fact that she had managed to forget up until that moment, she got pulled back into the same thing that got her in trouble before, and ended up crossing paths with another one?! 

Once it came out what happened between her and Park Jimin, there was no possible way people would believe she wasn’t a sasaeng. The circumstantial evidence just kept getting more and more damning. 

Jungkook. Jungkook. What did she know about Jungkook? Admittedly not much, considering all her focus had really been on Jimin for obvious reasons. She knew…that Binna said he was the youngest in the boy group. He was multitalented, and here her friend swore she wasn’t exaggerating or anything.

 According to her, he was like some kind of Barbie of idols, he could do it all. Those weren’t her exact words, but it was the gist. Jungkook also had a habit of being a little shy around members of the opposite sex, or so it was claimed. 

Y/N personally had always thought all idols had to be manufacturing some parts of their personalities for public consumption. Who knew which parts? None of the scraps of information she had been fed told her anything about whether he was liable to press charges for stalking him or not.

Then again, he was an idol, and knowing that, Y/N had to assume he had gone out of his way to book private gym time, hence why the spacious work out room was empty save for him. Which meant him catching her was going to lead to a world of trouble. 

How good were her odds if she just booked it for the exit the minute he went back to the locker room? Or if he left, she’d wait a little bit to be sure he had cleared the building, then she’d leave too. Waiting…yep…that’s all she could do. If she wasn’t in a dress, and didn’t find the idea so dirty, she would slump over on the floor.

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Jungkook caught the punching bag as it swung back from his last strike, finally feeling satisfied with his boxing for the time being. His limbs had that good burn that he liked, and his heart rate was up, despite his controlled breathing. But he wasn’t ready to leave just yet, so he decided to switch from boxing to something new. After a break.

Unlacing his boxing gloves, he found his gym bag and rummaged inside for his water bottle. Sitting down on a mat, he took a few sips, trying not to gulp it down too fast. His bottle was empty in no time, despite his attempts at moderation, and refilling before he resumed working out didn’t seem like a bad idea. 

His footsteps echoing in the big empty gym was probably his imagination, but the weird sight when he rounded the corner? That he was pretty sure was real. Leaning against the wall, a woman…no, a girl, dressed up like she had somewhere important to be was nodding off. He froze, staring, all kinds of thoughts flying through his head. 

Who was she? How’d she get in? When did she get in? Was she dangerous? Did he need to call for back up? Jungkook had purposely began training at this gym because it was exclusive. As his fame had grown, unfortunately he had to stop using more easy to find public gyms.

 The one at HYBE was an option, but sometimes he wanted something…quieter. Trainees who came in meant well, and they tried to be respectful besides giving him friendly greetings, but they couldn’t help but gawk, and that made it awkward when he was trying to get in the zone. Here, he had thought, was perfect.

But maybe he was rushing to conclusions. He didn’t know anything about the situation besides a girl in a nice dress was falling asleep by the water fountains while standing up. Her head slumped forward, then snapped up quickly as she jolted awake, eyes wide and alert. 

That was when they locked gazes, and his loose, sore muscles tensed right up. She, on the other hand, curled away like she was facing a thug in an alley. It was bemusing; yeah he’d bulked up a lot in the last several years after he got serious about training. Jungkook never considered himself all that intimidating, though. 

“Are you… staff?” he asked, since it didn’t seem like she was going to speak up first. Not with the way she kept looking like the guillotine was coming down on her head any moment. 

It took a reasonably long time for her to compose herself and answer, which was another pretty big tip off that something was not right. He was ready to whip out his phone and call security. Or at least he would be, if he hadn’t put it on do not disturb and left it in his bag. 

“This is all a misunderstanding, really,” she warbled, her hands slapped the wall behind her like she was trying to steady herself. “I didn’t…I didn’t mean to be here.”

“What?” Jungkook was definitely growing suspicious. No one who wasn’t up to something just answered like that.

“I was just going to wait until you left and I guess I started to nod off…” she ran a shaky hand through her hair, disturbing it a little. “But really, please, if you’ll pretend you never saw me, I promise, I’ll be on my way.”

He backed away quickly as she lurched forward, but before he could tell her not to do anything funny, she bowed very formally, and the idol watched, perplexed. When he didn’t respond in any way, she resumed her upright position, then tried to brush by him with her head down. 

Though, when he noticed the phone clenched tight in her fist, he acted without thinking. Something his hyungs had told him to be careful of doing in the past. At least they weren’t around to scold him.

“Hey,” he seized her wrist, and she stopped in her tracks, though he wasn’t expecting her reaction at all. Her eyes took in the hand on her like she could just flay it off with the intensity of her stare alone, and then she met his eyes head-on, hers surprisingly stony. “Your phone…”

“What about it?” she tried tugging her hand away, but he wasn’t ready to let go just yet. Not until he got some answers. He liked this gym. He wanted to keep using this gym, and at the thought that his privacy was being invaded yet again, and he would have to find somewhere else, yet again, he was getting a little worked up. 

“That’s an Army phone, a Galaxy Z Flip 4: Army Edition.”

Her eyes widened, and then she scoffed, shaking her head. “Yeah, I guess you would know. But to tell you the truth, though I can admire your band’s marketability, this phone itself has been nothing but problems. This is just the latest one. Now, please, let go.” There was some bite in her tone now, her voice surprisingly stern. 

When she tugged again, he acquiesced, something she probably didn’t expect, since she stumbled before catching herself. And when she felt her cellphone tugged right out of her hand? She rounded on him, scowling. “That belongs to me.” She held her hand out, clearly expecting it back.

“Why are you here? This is a private gym, and you don’t sound like you’re staff.”

She snatched for the phone, but he held it away, using his speed to his advantage. “Are you Army?”

“What? No,” she sounded offended by the notion, which in turn offended him. Then again, a true Army wouldn’t do this to him. Wouldn’t invade his space. “And what does that matter?”

“You’re not Army but you’ve got a phone that’s a rare exclusive. Only Army would want to own something like this. And if you’d go this far, you might be a sasaeng.” 

Here, she did pause in trying to retrieve her phone, a bit red in the face under her makeup. “Please, between my class schedule and internship, who would even have the time? The people who think stalking and harassing idols is worth jeopardizing their future for really need…” Surprisingly, the girl tried to jump for the phone like she wasn’t in heels, but he held it above his head, which meant it was way above hers, “…a hobby!”

“So I won’t find pictures you secretly took on this?” Jungkook squinted, not convinced. 

“No!” She hissed, jumping again, “Now who’s invading whose privacy, you…you muscle-headed, bunny-eyed brute!” 

He was so taken aback, he faltered, and with one last pounce, the mystery girl had snatched the phone, though not without a cost.

 Before she could even yell out in triumph, her heel wobbled and her foot rolled. Jungkook watched in slow motion, wincing in automatic sympathy as she went down. 

Time sped up as she cried out, on the ground and clutching her ankle in a dress too nice to be touching the bare gym floor. He stood over her, carefully watching her face at first. He could tell she was in pain, but attempting not to show the extent.

 Something about that alone…took him back to his early days. A wave of nostalgia he didn’t want to feel washed over him. He would hide his exhaustion, sometimes even hide injuries sustained while on stage until the end of a performance, until he couldn’t hide it anymore, just to avoid worrying his hyungs.

 And when they caught him, like they inevitably always did, he’d cry, apologize, worry they would resent him. It didn’t make sense to everyone, probably only to those who had experience firsthand with the feeling. Not wanting to let others down, wanting to live up to everyone’s expectations, struggling with the fact that they were still human.

The girl gingerly tried to shift her injured ankle, and that alone seemed to send a fresh wave of pain throbbing through it. With the way she bit her lip and clenched her eyes to stifle the cry he could just tell. 

And even though Jungkook had been concerned about a million things regarding her appearance, including that she might be another delusional ‘fan’, no one could fake pain that expertly. Plus, she’d have to be some actress to make her ankle swell on command.

 It was probably stupid of him to drop his guard, even for a second, but he found himself dropping to his knees, almost reaching out, and then hesitating. She stared up at him through her lashes, her own eyes as guarded as his had been, but wavering as she focused on ignoring her obvious injury. “I need…I need to call my friend.”

Making up his mind, Jungkook loosely grasped her foot by the heel, ignoring her half-hearted attempts to swat his hand away. He extended her leg, careful not to hurt her as he manipulated her foot to get a better idea of how bad it was. “You rolled it pretty hard.” He finally concluded.

“Yeah, no kidding.” Jungkook briefly met eyes with her again, but she stubbornly looked away. “I wonder how that happened.”

Guilt hit him pretty fast. Yeah. Even if he thought she was an intruder, he should have just called security and let them handle it. They were never far, and there was no way she could have stopped him. Not by physically overpowering at least. 

“Hang on,” he told her, setting her foot down and getting back on his feet. “I can help.”

“That’s a nice gesture,” she ground out, failing to hide a wince, “But really, I have my phone, so I can just call my fri—” she grabbed it and opened it, only for her face to fall. “Really? Now?” He heard her grumble irritably.

Noticing his quizzical face, turned a blank screen to him. “It’s dead.” She deadpanned. 

“Okay, then let me help.”

Jungkook didn’t know this stranger by any stretch of the imagination, but he had anticipated what her response would be. It probably sounded something like “no”, since she seemed disinclined to take his help.

 Was she always like this, so stubborn? Was it some kind of pride thing? He had been there, too; his hyungs really had their hands full with him over the years, didn’t they? 

Retrieving the first aid kit Jimin had gifted him some time back, he made a brisk return to find the girl in much the same position he had left her, staring sulkily at her injured ankle. She looked up when he approached, but didn’t say a word. 

“You might have to take off your shoe.” he informed her.

He waited to get a response, the big plastic kit held by his side. Jungkook wondered if she just planned to ignore him, and if he should take her silence as consent and proceed, but that didn’t feel right. Finally, she mumbled, “…This is really happening…isn’t it?”

Nodding slowly, he popped the kit open and examined its contents, locating the roll of compression wrap. While he did that, he noticed her leaning forward, trying to unstrap her heel without moving in a way that would hurt her foot even more. 

Jungkook had never worn heels, but he always thought anyone who did without falling over must have some hidden talent. Hers weren’t as tall as some, but she was still plucking at the strap with building frustration. 

Guessing she wanted it over and done with just as bad as he did, the idol seized the heel of her foot again, bringing her leg out and reaching for the buckle himself.

If he expected a beaming smile and a grateful attitude, he’d be sorely mistaken. She gave him the stink eye. “I can do at least this much.”

“Maybe, but I can do it faster.” He shrugged, already loosening the heel and sliding it off while holding her foot steady. From so close, and without the shoe in the way, he could really see just how fast the ankle had discolored and swollen. Again, he wrestled with the guilt, absently reaching for the wrap. “So,” he began by holding her ankle at a ninety-degree angle, “Who are you? Because this doesn’t mean I forgot…”

“Believe me, I’m someone who doesn’t want to be here anymore than you want me to be here. I didn’t have a choice, not that you’d ever believe me…” she huffed. “But, because legal repercussions are probably unavoidable, I’ll start by being cooperative. Maybe when they review all this, that’ll work in my favor.” It sounded like she was talking to herself, not him, but then she cleared her throat and extended her hand. “My name is L/N Y/N.”

Jungkook didn’t expect such a strange introduction, and the attempt at a handshake reminded him of Namjoon-hyung. He grasped her palm very briefly, barely holding on to it long enough for their hands to go up and down, but she didn’t seem inclined to want to hold onto him either.

“Y/N…” he repeated. 

“As for what I’m doing here…well, again, it’s not something any sane person would believe.” She switched her focus to watching him meticulously wrap her ankle. It was pretty careful care for someone that could have been stalking him, but he had already started, and if he was going to do it, his sense of perfectionism said he had to do it right. 

“Are you…insane?”

“Excuse me?” She didn’t look very amused, but he guessed it wasn’t exactly a polite question.

“You said a sane person wouldn’t believe you…” he explained. 

“I am not insane,” Y/N rubbed a hand to her forehead. “I just feel like I am lately,” she whispered. “I was dining out with some friends, in the restaurant bathroom and then…”

Jungkook waited while he secured the wrap with some bandage clips and closed his first aid kit. “And then?”

“It’s going to sound insane,” she finished matter-of-factly, “You’re going to call me a liar and accuse me of stalking you, then we’ll be right back where we started.”

Jungkook was torn between still wanting to contact security, but also experiencing some curiosity he couldn’t quite tamp down. “Do you have proof?” It didn’t sound like she did. 

“Proof?” Y/N repeated, arching a brow as if he had just said something strange.

“You’re not even going to try to make me believe you?” he goaded. 

“Sure, help me up and I’ll hobble right over to the mirror. You’ll see exactly how I got here and this whole think’ll be cleared up just like that.” Her tone was so sugary the sarcasm was evident. 

Jungkook figured he had indulged this for this long…why not go all the way. Offering her a hand, he warned her to brace herself, and then pulled her up with ease. “Okay.”

“Okay?” She said warily, trying not to show him how much she was utilizing the wall for support. 

“Okay,” Jungkook nodded, “Show me.”

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Idols were weird. Y/N wasn’t sure if it was just the fact that they lived in a completely ‘different world’ from normal people or what, but she hadn’t expected her first extended run-in with some world-famous celebrity to go like this. 

Park Jimin was one thing; he’d been concussed, so that was enough to make him loopy. She hadn’t expected anything out of his mouth to make sense. But this guy, Jean Jungkook? 

Totally different. He wasn’t suffering a head injury, for one. And he had seemed angry at first, but still handled her appearance in much the same way a mean boy on the playground would in elementary school. Playing keep away with her phone, really?

He’d even treated her with decency when she tripped and sprained her ankle. God, that was yet another thing she was going to have to deal with. Sprained her ankle! Sprained! How was she supposed to get around campus quickly? It was huge. Though she supposed that wasn’t a concern at present. 

The idol’s strange demand was at the forefront of her mind, seeing as he was right behind her while she hobbled slowly to the mirror, her heel in one hand and her phone in the other. 

She must have looked like a suffering pigeon, doing a funny little hop. But she refused to let him touch her after she got her bearings. It was humiliating enough to have someone see her make a fool of herself and get injured to boot, idol or no idol. Well actually, his status made it even worse. 

And he was watching her oh so closely as she made it to the mirror, taking a deep breath and turned around to look at him with some difficulty. “Here it is.” She said flatly. “How I got in, and how I probably would be able to get out, if life felt like cutting me a break.”

He stepped around her, staring at her incredulously like she knew he would. She would look at herself that way in his position. Jungkook pressed against the mirror with the flat of his hand, one good time, as if to confirm it was solid. “You used the mirror? What, like magic? Like a drama?”

“You’re the one who said you wanted proof; I never said it would satisfy you.” she retorted. “I barely understand it myself, but what I’m saying is the only truth I have to cling to.” Her chin dipped, “No matter how implausible it is…” 

She knew she would get the same result he had when she pushed on the mirror, but as if to confirm her fate was truly sealed, Y/N tried anyway. When her hand went right through, the cool glass giving way to cool nothingness, she yelled, pitching forward.

Jungkook made a noise, something startled, and she glanced at him to confirm he was seeing what was happening. His bulging eyes made it evident that he was. Yes! Y/N jerked her arm away too fast, and in doing so almost fell back on her ass, if not for the lightning reflexes of the idol who moved to extend an arm around her waist.

 Y/N got her bearings, smoothed a hand over her shirt and her racing heart, and tried to hold back her tears. He could see. He could really see. The weeks of going crazy in silence, holding it all in, and someone else…could see.

“Your arm went through the glass,” he breathed.

“More than my arm’s gone through.” Y/N spoke with more confidence, now that there was no way he could deny it. “That’s…how I got here.”

The idol once again moved forward, pressing both hands against the mirror. Nothing. “How?” He wondered.

“I don’t know.” Y/N replied, “It’s been happening since…since I got this phone. So that’s my only theory, that the events are connected.” She held up the dead device and wiggled it around. “Not that that’s a story anyone would believe if I got caught breaking and entering.” 

The idol appeared to be thinking, worrying his lip piercing with his tongue, “Unless they saw it.”

Y/N squared her shoulders, eyeing him up and down. He fidgeted, looking small somehow, despite being fairly tall with a healthy amount of muscle. From close up it was even easier to see than watching him from behind the wall. 

“It might come as a surprise for you to know, not everyone would be as cavalier as you about all this. In fact, I’d go as far as saying your reaction was a bit…strange. Has anyone told you that you’re odd?”

  ‘Nice going, Y/N.’ She thought bitterly, ‘That was over the top blunt. You’re not trying to make an enemy out of the very first person to be witnessing the crazy with you.’

Luckily, the idol didn’t look overly offended. Jungkook pursed his lips, big eyes sheepish as he rubbed his head. “Uh-huh, my hyung.” he said thoughtfully.

“Well…” Y/N gestured vaguely. “Now that you’ve seen what I’ve seen, you know about as much as I do. Would it be too much trouble to ask if I could…go?” Pointing a thumb toward the mirror like she was about to miss her cab would seem dumb if he didn’t know. 

“Oh, right,” Jungkook’s tapped the mirror again. “You’re going back to where you came from.”

“Ideally,” Y/N frowned, “I’ve been gone a long time. There’s no way my friends aren’t concerned about that. And when they can’t find me who knows what they’ll think.”

Somewhat afraid the give they had both witnessed was a one-off, Y/N pressed her hand to the mirror once again, happy when it rippled and went right through. It might have been too late to salvage the evening with her friends, but at least she could salvage her reputation.

[yulixi]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 & 𝐈 ᵖᵗ.1 | pjm

Summary ➪ The boys' fandom has been noticing for a long time how young people are quite united, some say that they are only quite close as friends, brothers, but another part of the fandom does not see it that way...

The fandom maintains a long list collecting moments about the two of them.

Pairing ➪ Jimin x fem!reader

Genres ➪ fluff, cute, idol au, comfort.

sometimes i'm not good with english but i try to improve^^

@/btspavetheway: I loved the solo album of our Y/N, His high notes, the outfits, the theme of the video was incredible the choreography so elegant but striking.

But I can't stop thinking about him behind the scenes and the first to arrive was Jimin surprising the young woman.

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"I want to repeat it one more time" I looked at the screen where the scene was repeated for a few more minutes and then I looked at the director

"Okay" he spoke and his voice was heard loudly through the megaphone

The dancers walked behind me and we got into position repeating the same steps and etc.

The camera focused on the young woman while she sang and danced.

Suddenly the scene cut and started another video where Jimin's male back was seen, The boy walked down a short corridor and then entered a large room and quickly the background music was heard.

The young man moved his mask revealing his smiling lips, the camera was placed to one side of him, clearly showing his excited eyes.

"She's great" the boy spoke almost in a whisper

A few seconds passed and the music happened and the direct spoke "That's all, it's perfect"

Again the young woman could be seen smiling and grateful to the dancers, the singer walked towards the cameras and that was where she saw Jimin.

"Jimin?" The young woman said surprised, looking at the young man with emotion.

"I think that part became my favorite" he laughed and walked over to her wrapping her in his arms.

"I thought you would come later" he wrapped his arms around Jimin's neck

The video was cut and now again you could see the young people resting and eating some snacks.

Jimin suddenly got up and took out his phone and waved at the young woman, she got up and they got in position for some photos together.

Both young people laughed when they saw the last photo "I think that's enough" Jimin laughed putting his phone away "Tomorrow you will continue with this right?" I look directly into her eyes.

"You still need to record so yes" he smiled assenting "will you come again?"

"I'll come to see you again" he laughed and they hugged again "maybe some of the boys will come too so wait for us"

"Okay I'll see you tomorrow" she moved away from him to look at him, "See you tomorrow" it was possible to see how the young man took his hand and gave him a slight squeeze before leaving.

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@/btspavetheway: I love how at that moment there were only the two of them enjoying the moment, It definitely became another one of my favorite moments.

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[thedeluluverse]

To the anon that requested this, I hope you like it and I'm sorry it's taken me this long to get to it <333

Summary:  Your husband Jimin has always loved kids and wanted them one day but wasn’t sure he would ever get to see himself as a father due to his busy schedule. Now that that dream has come true, he is determined to be the best he can be for your little miracle

Pairing:  husband!jimin x wife!reader

Genre: fluff, established relationship, first time parenthood

Word Count: 1,795

Warnings:  None, just a bunch of fluff : )

A line. Parallel. No wait, two lines. As you look at the pregnancy test you took a mere 5 minutes ago, you can’t believe your eyes. Your whole life is about to change and too many things are hitting you at once. You and your husband of 2 years, Jimin,  were not trying to start a family right now; granted, it isn’t like you were the most careful couple ever (the flashbacks making you blush) but nonetheless. Scaring you out of your frozen state, your phone lights up showing that Jimin is calling you. Oh no! What is he going to think? Children had been discussed in the past and there was definitely a want there but you mutually agreed to wait until his schedule had calmed down a little bit.

Taking a deep breath and trying to steady your voice, you take the call. As soon as he picks up, he is full of energy, “Hello my love, I am about to head home, did you want me to pick up something to eat for dinner? I know we have both been busy so I figured some takeout would heal the soul hahahaha! Oh wait, it is a bit later than usual. Have you already eaten? Sorry, let me be quiet for a second so you can answer!”. You can’t help but grin at how caring he is just towards you and have to keep yourself from drifting off into how great he would be as a father lest you start crying. Sniffling and clearing your throat discreetly, you answer, “Hey hun, yeah takeout is fine, I’ll just take some veggie ramen. Thanks for being so thoughtful!”. There’s a pause, “Jagiya, are you feeling well?”, he asks.

                You freeze up because the truth is, you haven’t been feeling well. Your stomach was already unsettled before which is what prompted you to take the test in the first place and after the results, you feel even more unsteady than before. There’s no way for him to know that though so why the wellness inquiry out of the blue? You decide to try and play it cool and reply, “I’m fine, just not super hungry today love.”, he gives a skeptical okay then says that he is leaving work now and should be home in about 30 minutes with the food.

                A little over a half hour later, your husband walks through the door as you are sat on the couch catching up on your shows as you had the day off today. He comes in and places a kiss on the top of your head before setting down the bag of food on the counter. Walking to the front of the couch, he leans in, kissing your nose, “How was my girl’s day huh?” he asks with a grin. You give a small smile, “It was good but much better now that you are here.” He gives you a peck on the forehead then states, “I’m gonna go take a quick shower, then we can eat. Unless you’re really hungry now then I’ll wait to wash up”. “I’m fine babe, I promise!” you answer; “Swear?” he asks as he sticks out his pinky. You giggle and make a show of acting as though you can’t see him holding up anything which earns you a cocked eyebrow and him hooking your pinky himself before he walks into the master bathroom.

                Not 10 minutes later, and your husband has definitely shifted into home mode; emerging from your shared bedroom in sweatpants, an oversized hoody, and his glasses, still damp hair making him look like a tiny puppy who just got caught in the rain. You start tearing up the moment you see him and he instantly notices, “Honey, are you alright?” You sniffle and stifle the waterworks as best you can while you nod, “yeah I’m fine, you just looked so cozy and tiny and *crying ensues*”.  He rushes to your side and rubs your back, “Woah there, it’s okay pretty, in the best way possible, are you about to start your period? It isn’t like you to cry because you find me so cute. It’s super sweet but just wanted to check in”. You start laughing and answer “Good joke, about to start my period HA HA  HA, mister funny man, I love you and your sense of humor! XD” You take a deep breath to calm down and then get up to grab the food, blaming the laughing fit on delusional hunger Y/N.  Jimin just smiles and nods, lowkey worried but figures food is the cure.

                While Jimin is almost done with his 5 course meal, you are barely halfway through your bowl of noodles. You really are hungry but your brain is going a million miles a second thinking about everything yet nothing at once and wondering how soon you should tell him. Should you do it now? Wait until he has had some rest? Wait a month or two so you know all is well? As you are having this debate, you feel his hand gently resting on your knee and have just noticed his head bent down so his eyes can meet yours which have zoned out on the floor beneath you in thought. “y/n, are you sure you are okay? You’ve barely touched your food and something just feels off. You can talk to me you know that.” Pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek, you nod and reply, “ I know I can, just a lot on my mind but I’m fine I promise!” He purses his lips, not completely convinced but drops the subject.

                After about an hour of you both passing out on the couch after dinner, you are awoken by  a gentle hand on your shoulder and your husband standing behind you with tears in his eyes holding the pregnancy test. Once your eyes adjust, they are wide in panic. Is he upset with the results or that he found out by finding it, you meant to throw the bathroom trash anyway but had forgotten in the midst of everything. He sniffles then comes around to sit beside you, both of his hands holding the test now. Too worried to speak, you just lay a hand on his thigh to let him know you are there if he wants to talk.

“Why didn’t you tell me? How long have you known?” he spurts out. Tears form in your eyes with just the biggest mix of emotions. “I only found out a few minutes before your call earlier and have been processing the news myself and trying to figure out when to tell you because I know you are busy and this is just a big surprise and I didn’t want to stress you out and-“ He cuts you off via a finger on your lips, “You wouldn’t have stressed me out jagiya. Yes I’ve had a long day and yes we have been busy lately, but this is a dream come true!”. As he throws his arms around you, your whole body relaxes instantly. The two of you stay up for the next 3 hours talking about everything and just gushing about how excited you are to start a family.

TIME SKIP: 9 MONTHS LATER

                After weeks of preparation, the day is finally here. You are about to give birth to your first child. The nerves are definitely there but you are doing your best to stay calm. Jimin was doing a radio interview about an hour away when you called him that you were in labor and checking into the hospital. He immediately told the host to use whatever material they already had and would be M.I.A. because “his baby is having a baby and I gotta go byyyeeee!!”. He rushes to your side the second he gets to the hospital and doesn’t leave no matter how many times you insist you’ll be fine, glare at him for doing this to you, or putting his hand in a death grip trying to get through the pain.

                About 3 hours later, you give birth to a beautiful baby and once the nurse gets you all settled and you’ve held the baby for a bit, Jimin takes the bundle of joy into his arms for the next 2 hours while you nap just talking and occasionally staring as the situation still feels surreal. As you regain consciousness, you hear him talking to the newborn and fake sleep so he doesn’t stop. What you hear only affirms that you sure picked the right man to start a family with almost 3 years ago.

Now to what you heard, Jimin is telling the child, “You know you are so adorable, aish… you take after your eomma so much you know? She’s as precious as you are and I already can tell she will take the best care of you. Me on the other hand… well, I vow to do everything in my power to protect you, love you, and be there for you as long as I live. I feel honored to be your dad and will make sure I do right by you always. Pinky swear.” At those words, your eyes pop open and see him placing his pinky under the baby’s while he gently kisses the forehead. Tears are forming in your eyes and all you can do is croak out an “I love you” while he smiles back and gets up to lay the baby in the crib.

                Throughout the years, Jimin definitely did right by his promise. Providing for the both of you and eventually for a second child as well in every capacity to the best of his ability. He even went so far as to take a year of paternity leave for each child because he said that “The guys understand and we have enough projects and content coming out for awhile that it’s all set baby. My family comes first. Always will.”

He was better than you ever imagined with children, making your heart flutter and you swear you fall deeper in love with him every day seeing how he interacts with them. He is the perfect balance of stern enough to not be a pushover but not too intense. He genuinely cares about every facet of their lives and helps you to raise them the best y’all can. Over the years, he keeps a log of pinky and height comparisons which helps his self esteem for about 8 years or so. No matter if he is reassuring the kids, planning a surprise for you, or disciplining them, he always finds a way to to work in his signature to let them know that things are alright between them.

The pinky swear <3

[kikiswriting7]

Seoul Connection ✈︎ JJK ✈︎ PJM

CHAPTER 1

Authors note: Been having a lot of fun writing this one. Hope you enjoy it too! :) Let me know what you think <3

Chapter 1 You are midway through your flight, almost getting back to Seoul after so long apart. You are going back to live there for your internship, which you got very last minute as one your best friends, and the one who was supposed to come, had a family emergency which didn’t allow her to come. You are Korean, spoke solely at home too with your parents as you imigrated to Europe when you were young, but this is the first time actually visiting the coutnry you heard so much about. You were a mere baby the last time you were in your home country, so you had to live your whole life through the telling of others.

The seats on this plane are set weird for business class. You definetly wouldn’t be able to afford to sit here normally, that’s for sure. So you are very thankfull the misterius company that works with your school is paying for everything during this internship.

You unfortunetly didn’t get a window seat and had to settle to following the plane in the small map screen as you are sure that is the best enterteinment on a flight anyway. The man sitting next you arrived late almost as the doors where closing to sit down and sink into his chair.

Suddently the plane starts shaking and you grasp your seat tighter. The signs in the cabin together with the annoucement of the pilot of “fastening seatbelts and put your chairs in upright position” make you more anxious as this means more is to come. You are not a terrible flyer but you definetly cannot handle turbulances very well.

You whine as brace again as the airplane shakes and your tension only rises.

The guy in nexy to you looked up and into your seat “You don’t have to worry about it. It always happens around this time of the flight”

“Yeah, I try to tell myself that but it’s a bit hard” you close your eyes again whining more “when the plane feels like this” I look at him as he takes his mask. his face is familiar but cannot quite place it. He feels bad for you, and understands your situation.

“I am arriving in seoul for the first time in a long timeand I really dont know where to go haha do you have any tips? I am a nervous flyer I talk a lot when im nervous sorry you seemed approachable”I blurt out fast as I try to look at him with a nervous smile forming on my lips

He is suprised that you didn't recognized him and as he thinks about how to answer, he finds it cute how nervous you are

"Oh, okay. Don't worry about it, I don't mind. To which area of Seoul do you go? There are many good hotels around."

“Uhh.. I’m not sure yet? I’m going there for an internship and I’m not familiar with the areas yet, not really had a lot of time to research it either.” I tell him. He nods and thinks for a moment*

"I see. Well, if you are looking for a good location, I would recommend Hongdae. It's a trendy district and is surrounded by many hip restaurants, bars, shops and all. The clubs there are actually quite nice.”

“Cool! I heard its full of fuckboys though” You immediately want to cover your mouth with your hand for speaking maybe too much but they are rather busy with you holding for your life

He laughs a little which surprises you and he shakes his head. "Yeah, you're not wrong. Hongdae are full of boys who love to flirt." He couldn't help but smile, he could tell that you were a nervous but he thought it’s cute.  “But, I’m sure you’ll be fine. I’m sure you’ll be popular there.” He’s smiling now, clearly entertained by your bluntness. "But I’m sure you’ll be fine. You’ll probably be popular there."

You raise an eyebrow. "Thanks?" You’re not entirely sure if he means popular in Hongdae or just in Korea in general, but you chuckle anyway. For Jungkook, It’s rare for him to meet someone who talks to him so naturally, without hesitation. He finds it refreshing.

"I hope to make friends soon," you add, realizing you’ve been oversharing but unable to stop yourself. "It feels weird moving across the world, but I’m happy I did it."

"That’s a good mindset. It can be hard, but it’ll be worth it. You’re brave. I like that."

You smile. "Thanks. I appreciate it. I’m sorry—I won’t interrupt your flight anymore."

He shakes his head. "It’s okay. Talking to you was… nice. If you need anything, you can text me." He pulls out a small piece of paper and hands it to you.

You blink down at it. That was smooth.

"You’re not one of those Hongdae boys, are you?" You narrow your eyes playfully, waving the paper slightly. "Because this? This was a pro move."

He laughed again and shakes his head no, clearly amused. “No, I’m not.” He answered and found it funny that you questioned that. He was used to have girls swarming around him but he found you different and interesting.

“Good because I dont save number of” I do air quotes as I say this “boys who love to flirt with anything that moves”

He laughs at your behaviour since he thinks it’s adorable. “Is that so? Well, I’m glad I passed your test then.” He said jokingly and tilted his head.

I smirk “well see about that….?” I say with a tone waiting for his name at the end of the sentence.

He smirks as he realized what you’re trying to do, he couldn’t deny that it’s making him a little excited. You really didn’t know him?

He said in a low voice, making sure no one else could hear them “Well, my name is Jungkook.”

I smile and raise an eyebrow. Also whispering in reply “Nice to meet you Jungkook. Why are we whispering?”

“Nice to meet you too.” He said softly before he answered your question “Well, you see, if other people found out I’m giving my private number to someone… I’m going to get a lot of questions.”

“why would it matter?” Suddenly the plane goes through a rough patch of turbulence again and I shriek grasping the seat once more.

He couldn’t help but chuckle before gently putting a hand on your hand “Hey, it’s okay. Don’t worry, it’s just turbulence, it’s harmless.”

“Its like jelly right?” I try to laugh it off with a joke I saw on a video before boarding

He smiled as he heard your joke, clearly amused. “Yeah, that’s right.” He replied and chuckled before continuing “The plane is made to endure the turbulence as it's completely harmless. Although it can be scary at first, but you will get used to it.”

“Thanks Mr Aviation. Are you a pilot or something?” I sit back on my seat as the seat belt sign turns off and smile at him.

“No I just travel a lot” Jungkook says brushing it off.

“wow I wish I traveled a lot. I dont think I could ever get used to turbulence even if I flew every week”  you smile but get a bit shy. I wonder what he does to travel a lot

He nods and smiles at you, understanding your feelings, “It’s okay, not everyone enjoys flying and I understand, turbulence can still be intimidating even after you get used to it.” He notices that you seemed a bit shy, and he found that adorable.

“So, you said that you’re going to Seoul for an internship? What kind of internship is it, if I may ask?”

“Well I study management and” you lean closer to also make it sound like a secret like he did before “I will work for a big music label, don’t know which one yet cause they said we will get to know where we are assigned once we arrive. So I cannot give you any free concert tickets or anything” I say it whispering trying to sound nonchalant

He chuckled and shook his head at your attempt of sounding nonchalant. Also, he was a bit surprised that you don’t know which label you’re going to be assigned yet, since it was pretty unusual for companies to let the people they hire to work with them in the dark “Oh, you’re a management student? That’s great! But, I’ve never heard of labels hiring people before telling them what label they will be working for.”

I lean closer to say it in a low voice again “You see, the nature of my job will require top secrecy, and since I havent signed any documents yet as I need my korean IDs and all…so they haven’t said which one exactly I’m going to”  you shrug “I am sure they have it all arranged but we just dont know it yet”

He leans in as well, his curiosity piqued by your answer. He found it intriguing and even a bit exciting, his expression showing interest “Top secrecy? That sounds pretty interesting. I take it that it has to do with a big Kpop label then huh?”

“Uhum … but as I say no free concerts mister”  I laugh and lean back

He laughs and shakes his head, clearly amused by your response “Oh, come on, not even one ticket? Not even a single concert?” His big eyes sparkle, and pouting a little, making a show of being disappointed as he asks for a concert ticket and even though you know he is only playing your game your heart skips a beat for the beautiful man sitting next to you.

You am about to reply as a man approaches him and whispers something in his ear which I cannot understand. You take it as my cue to be silent again and stop bothering.

He nodded at the man who approached him and whispered something in his ear. His smile dropping and he looks a bit annoyed as the man was clearly informing him about something, he shook his head but said nothing to him. He then looked back at you and notices that you just went back to playing solitaire on your phone. He watches you for a second before continuing.

“Hey, it’s okay, you don’t have to be quiet, you weren’t bothering me.” He says, his eyes glued on you

“Oh no its ok! I mean you must be tired as well since you travel so much. I dont wanna interrupt anymore.”  You smile but I also know when its my turn to stop talking

“No, really, it’s fine. Traveling a lot can be exhausting, but honestly, talking to you has been a pleasant break for me. I feel more relaxed” Jungkook reassures you, his expression soft and his eyes never leaving your face

You smile and give a small reverence with your head “I’m glad I could be of service”

He laughed softly at your little bow, enjoying the casual conversation he has been able to enjoy with you. No photos or autographs or nervous chat.

“Thank you for your service.” *he replies jokingly and smirks at you, his gaze locked on you, he was beginning to feel drawn to you, something he didn’t often feel, specially to people he just meet.

You keep smiling. Also enjoying the way Jungkook has been sharp on his tongue when replying and playing it off with you. Also, doesn’t hurt that he is gorgeous.  “So, if you dont mind me asking what was james bond on about?” I ask again pointing for the few rows back where the man who came to talk to Jungkook came from

He laughs at your comment of the “james bond” nickname for the man who approached him, finding it witty. His bodyguard would probably laugh knowing that someone called him James Bond.

He leans a bit closer and replies in a low voice so only you could hear him “Well, it’s nothing really, just some management stuff about my job…” he shrugged, downplaying the issue, not wanting the conversation to take a more serious turn. Also hoping that you would not catch on to the fact that he is in Fact an Idol and suddently change.

“hmm I see… I hope everything is alright” You offer a small supportive smile  “When you are back in Seoul what do you normally do?”

*he can’t help but return your smile, appreciating your concern. He thinks for a moment before answering your question, trying hard not to give away his job. “When I’m back in Seoul, I just do normal things like anyone else. Hang out with friends, explore the city, visit the clubs…” he replied and instantly cringing for his reply, but he also couldn’t help but be curious about you as well

I didn’t take you as I a party animal, jungkook” You say raising an eyebrow in a playfull way, teasing him for“visiting the clubs”

He feigns an offended look and places a hand on his chest, pretending to be hurt, but still with the cheakiest grin playing on his lips as he looks your way unable to hide the amusement in his eyes  “Oh really? And why is that? Don’t I look like a party animal to you?”

You laugh “hmm no you dont really… something about “Im not like the other hongdae boys” really stuck with me”

He couldn’t help but laugh as well, clearly amused by your banter. He raised an eyebrow at your comment and leaned back in his seat, a playful glint in his eyes “Well, I stand by my words, I’m not like those Hongdae boys.” he says matter-of-factly, his smile still present as he looked at you, his gaze a little intense.

“I’m glad you are not because otherwise there would be a minus chance of me adding your phone number” You also say matter-of-factly. It feels like shameless flirting and Evi, your friend who could not come, would be kicking her feet if she would be here seeing this interaction.

He couldn't help but burst into laughter at your response, his eyes crinkling with genuine amusement. There was something undeniably charming about the way you said it—equal parts witty and endearing, making it impossible for him to resist a smile.

“Oh, I see, so my chances would have gone down the drain if I were one of those ‘players,’ huh?” he said, his voice filled with humor, he was surprised how easy it was for him to banter back and forth with you

“yup. but I also only know you for an hour so you can still -unfortunately- prove me wrong.” we lock eyes and we both smile. before he can reply the pilot asking the cabin crew to take their seats as we are landing soon

Both of you couldn’t help but feel a hint of disappointment, wishing the conversation could last just a little longer.

As he buckled his seatbelt, he glanced at you, his gaze lingering for a moment before shifting forward. A small, knowing smile played on his lips.

"Looks like we’ll have to put our chat on hold for now. But don’t worry, I’ll try not to prove you wrong." he adds, still amused and clearly enjoying your company.  Jungkook couldn’t shake off the feeling of wanting to know more about you

You smile at his comment but stay quiet as the plane begins its descent, the familiar weightless sensation making my stomach twist. The turbulence doesn’t help.  Your fingers tighten around the armrest, knuckles turning white as you stare out the window, willing myself to focus on the glittering city lights below rather than the way the plane shudders.

Jungkook notices. He doesn’t say anything, but there’s something reassuring about his presence beside you, like an unspoken understanding.

The moment the wheels touch the ground, he shifts. Gone is the relaxed, playful man you’d spent the flight talking to. Instead, he moves with quiet efficiency, reaching for his facemask just as a sharp-suited man—the one I’d mentally dubbed the James Bond type—steps into the aisle. Without a word, Jungkook nods, rises from his seat, and follows him.

No one else has even unbuckled yet.

And just like that, he’s gone.

A strange emptiness settles in my chest as you watch his retreating figure. It’s ridiculous—you only just met, barely spoke beyond a few hours, and yet… you already miss his company? There was something easy about talking to him, something warm. It would’ve been nice to have a friend in Seoul.

As you sit there, still processing the abruptness of it all, you feel it.

A fleeting moment.

Just before disappearing down the jet bridge, Jungkook glances back.

His dark eyes find yours across the cabin, unreadable yet lingering, like he wants to say something but knows he can’t.

Then, with a quiet sigh, he turns and walks away, shoulders squared, slipping effortlessly into whatever world he belongs to—one that, I suspect, is very different from yours.

And yet, I can’t shake the feeling that this isn’t the last time our paths will cross.

✈︎ Chapter 2

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Edited Chapter 1 Repost.

Our Own World: 1

Warnings: 18+ story, minors do not interact.  Type: Romance/Dark romance/Yandere/Non-idol Au Word Count: 2,594.  Edited Post: 24/05/24

You had grown up in one of the tightest knitted families you had ever known. Your mother was affectionate and clingy, and your father a doting father and husband. They had drilled into both your brother and your brains that family comes before all else, no matter what. Your therapist disagreed. Boundaries are important, and you need to set them. Easier said than done. Moving away to attend University had been your first step in putting some distance. Your parents weren’t terrible people, they loved you dearly, and you and anyone with eyes could see it. They were just… a lot. They expected too much of you, wanted too much and when it couldn’t be done their disappointment in you wasn’t as well hidden as they believed it to be. You were often left burnt out, and far too critical of yourself (your therapist’s words, not yours.)  

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Spirits Bright - PJM

A Park Family Christmas Oneshot

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Genre: JiminxReader, IdolAU, Fluff, Christmas

Author’s Note: I thought I'd make a one-shot for the holiday season. No warnings, just good old-fashioned family stuff with you and Jimin. Enjoy the read and Merry Christmas!

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Your four-year-old snuggled up to you, her fleece red and green pajamas adding to her warmth.

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer was playing on the mounted television, right above a fireplace that wasn't aglow. As your daughter told you earlier that evening with a concerned look on her sweet little face, you couldn't light a fire tonight. Otherwise, Santa wouldn't be able to come down the chimney.

Little Mina was drowsy, her body becoming gradually more limp against you. Though she was watching the movie, her tell of falling asleep was showing. She had a self-soothing habit left over from infancy of taking her ear lobe and rubbing it between her fingers, pulling on it gently. You and your husband thought it was still as adorable as it was when she was six months old.

Any other night, you would have taken her up to bed at this point, but you promised her that she’d be able to see her father first. And you knew he’d want to be the one to tuck her in on this Christmas Eve, especially after not being home for a couple weeks. Jimin had been in Paris, doing some promotional engagements. A long stint like this was never easy for your little family, but at least it ensured that he’d be able to spend ample time at home for the holiday and the weeks after.

Lovingly, you rubbed her back, keeping your other hand on your belly. As she focused on the animated characters on the screen, your gaze fell on the three stockings hanging off the mantle. One red, one green, and one white - all embroidered with your names. You considered the spacing between them, and how you would need to adjust their placement next year. Come next Christmas, there would be a fourth stocking. A new little Park was six months along in your womb.

“Mommy?”

Her voice was so tiny and exhausted.

“Yes, baby?”

Mina didn’t turn her head away from the screen, “Will Daddy be home soon?”

She wasn’t looking at you, so you permitted a gushing pout to form on your face. Their bond was so strong that she was fighting sleep for him, and you knew that he was in his car right now, rushing to get home to you both. You could only pray that he obeyed traffic laws on the way to your apartment.

“He’ll be here any minute, don’t you worry,” you told her without a hint of doubt in your tone, “You have to be ready. He’s going to give you the biggest hug in the world.”

“He has to go to bed too, and you Mommy,” she said, “Or Santa won’t come, right?”

You laughed a bit, “That’s right. We all have to be asleep if we want Santa to come and leave presents under the tree. So we will finish the movie with Daddy and then we will all go to bed, okay?”

The sound of Jimin’s key entering the latch in the door couldn’t have come at a better time. When you gasped with excitement, your daughter sat up from your lap. Every paternally-inherited feature on her face was alert and joyful, as if she hadn’t just been falling into slumber.

The two of you had your eyes trained on the door to the right. You were craning your neck backward and caught a glimpse of him as he came through, black suitcase in his hand.

Mina was looking at you with a beam, her lips parted for an instant until she heard her father’s call.

“Where are my beautiful girls?”

She leapt off the couch and took off towards the door, “Daddy!”

As a mother, even though you were happy to see her so overjoyed, one of your chief concerns was making sure she didn’t slip and fall in her socks on the wooden floor, “Careful!”

The little girl barely heard you, far too eager to be in Jimin’s arms.

Then he saw her round the corner into the entry hallway, in her cute Christmas pajamas. A plump, smiling face that looked exactly like his was fast approaching, swelling his heart. Though he was exhausted from a day of travel and a couple weeks of work, Jimin’s expression became one of pure elation.

Mina squealed again once she saw him, “Daddy!”

The sound of her high-pitched voice moved him more than any music could. His precious baby girl, somehow appearing bigger than she was when he departed mere weeks ago.

He set his suitcase down before crouching to meet her, arms opening wide, “Hi, little miss!”

Your heart warmed as you heard him use his go-to nickname for her. You paused the movie and got up to greet your husband. You found the two of them in a snuggle, right in the middle of the hallway. His arms totally enveloped her, bringing her to his chest. He looked as if he'd never dream of letting her go, placing kiss after kiss in her black hair.

You chose to say nothing and let them stay in this moment.

"I missed you Daddy." your daughter said, her voice muffled in his black sweatshirt.

Jimin’s voice was nearly at a whisper, her words and the way she said them nearly breaking him, "I missed you more, princess.”

When he opened his eyes, Jimin saw you standing a short distance away. Grinning, he took hold of the four-year-old's waist and lifted her up as he stood. Mina's arms looped around his neck as she let her chin rest on his shoulder, enjoying her father's familiar scent.

Your husband gave you a sweet, long kiss, "Hi, you. And hi, baby.”

He placed a free hand on your bump. You smiled against his lips, "Welcome home. Have you eaten?"

The look he gave you was one of gratitude. You were the most nurturing wife and mother he could have ever hoped for.

"I ate on the plane, but thank you." he said.

"I don't like it when you go on planes," Mina interjected with a random comment, "But I like it when they bring you home."

You put your hand on her back and gave it a few rubs. Jimin turned his head to kiss her cheek, "Do you want to know what I saw when I was all the way up in the sky, Mina?"

The curious child lifted her head, "What?"

"I looked out the window and I saw Santa's sleigh."

You feigned a surprised response for her sake, while her reaction was completely real and excited.

"Really Daddy?!" she giggled.

Jimin tapped her nose once with his index finger, "Really. He's on his way with all the reindeer. Did you and Mommy leave him some milk and cookies?"

She nodded eagerly.

"We sure did," you added, "And we even put out some carrots for the reindeer, didn't we?"

"Yeah!”

Your husband chuckled and the three of you started towards the living room, “Well that’s very thoughtful of you. I bet all that flying is making them tired. Have you been a good girl while I’ve been gone?”

He glanced at you when he asked that question, directing it more at you than her.

“I’ve been very good.” the child vouched for herself.

You’d reached the couch in the living room. With a smile, you decided to affirm, “I’d say you have. No mean words, no complaining before bed time. And you helped me wipe the counters we folded some towels together.”

“And cook!”

Your husband grinned, glad to learn of her good behavior, “That’s my girl.”

You laughed. There was a story of Mina accidentally spilling a sack of flour all over the place that you’d have to share with him later. It was a harmless accident, one you remembered fondly along with the image of her face coated in a white dusting.

Jimin set her down on the couch and kicked off his shoes, more than ready to relax and spend what was left of Christmas Eve with his family. The living room looked beautiful, all lit up from the twinkle of the tree and the trimmings of red and gold.

When he finally sat down, your daughter climbed right into his lap and cuddled close, seemingly ready to resume the movie, as you told her you would. You scooted closer to them and pulled a warm chenille blanket over all three of you.

Soon, Mina began to play with her ear lobe again, sinking back into her sleepiness. The jubilation and excitement from reuniting with her father was dying down. She experienced what she had stayed awake for, and now her body was depleted of energy. By the time the movie ended, she was almost completely under.

He was looking down at her, lightly pushing some hair out of her face, “You getting sleepy, little miss?”

She shook her head ever so slightly, eyes closed. You knew your daughter’s heart - all she wanted was to stay with him. But she wasn’t even playing with her ear now, indicating that she was about to pass out at any moment.

There was no need to try to coax her to go to bed. You could have taken her then and there, but you wanted to give them both some more time snuggling. All of Mina’s complaints over the last two weeks were echoing in your mind, asking you where her Daddy was and when he’d be home. Now he was here with her, and you couldn’t look forward to separating them.

A few minutes later, she was out.

You smiled at her for a second, before getting up from the couch to straighten up a little bit.

“Baby, take her,” Jimin whispered, “Whatever it is, I got it.”

From behind the couch, you bent forward and kissed his forehead as he tilted it back, “No, enjoy a couple more minutes with her. I’m just tidying up.”

After folding some blankets and wiping down the counters in the kitchen, you turned off all lights that weren’t in the living room. When you returned to the pair in the couch, Jimin hadn’t moved an inch.

With a content sigh, you sat back down with them, but wouldn’t sit all the way back and relax. It was time to get your little girl to her room.

Your husband saw the look you were giving him and chuckled, although careful to keep his voice down, “I know she needs to be put in bed but I don’t want to let her go yet. I just got back.”

You smirked and whispered in reply, “We can tuck her in together.”

“Do we have to?”

You widened your eyes a little so he paid close attention, “Yes, because Santa has to come and put all the presents under the tree.”

He sighed, “I wish Santa could come later though. I missed holding her.”

“I know,” you said, “But you can hold her tomorrow. Plus your wife has been waiting patiently for her turn.”

He chuckled warmly, “Well I couldn’t possibly disappoint my Mrs., so let’s go.”

As he rose from the couch, he used his core strength to ensure Mina didn’t jostle. He held in one arm, keeping one hand free for you. Fingers intertwined with yours, you both headed into her bedroom. Her big girl bed was waiting for her, with flannel sheets in her favorite color, purple.

Jimin took the utmost care when laying her down. His technique had been perfected when she was a tiny thing, in those days where she had to be put in her crib with such stealth - otherwise she’d wake up and resume crying.

Once she was comfortably on the bed, she turned on her side naturally. You pulled up her covers, tucking them around her without pulling your eyes from her angelic face.

Then you leaned further down to kiss her cheek, “Goodnight, sweet girl. I love you.”

Your husband did the same, “Sleep tight, little miss. Daddy loves you too.���

Mindful of the softness of your steps, the two of you exited the darkened room and closed her door quietly.

Now, to play the important role of Santa Claus.

You kept your voice quiet, “Presents are in our closet, behind your suit rack.”

Jimin held in a laugh. He’d grown to love doing this over the past couple years, where the girl had come to understand the concept of Santa and look forward to it. Her enthusiasm had renewed his own love for Christmas, as there was no greater joy than seeing the look on her face in the morning.

It was fun for both of you to sneak around with the gifts, tiptoeing from your bedroom to the living room. Together, you knelt at the base of the glowing tree and placed the wrapped boxes and bags underneath. As a parent, you cared about the positioning of the gifts, wanting the scene the following morning to be nothing short of magical for your child.

As you moved things around, Jimin went over to the fireplace to stuff some smaller things in Mina’s stocking.

The whole process only took a few minutes. When the stage was all set for a delightful holiday morning, Jimin helped you stand up.

“One more thing we have to do,” he grinned, “Hungry?”

You raised your brows with a sly smile, “I do have a sweet tooth these days.”

The two of you were soon munching on the cookies and carrots on the couch. You rested your head on his shoulder, finally feeling relaxed.

“Thank you.” he muttered as he exhaled, putting his arm around you.

With a mouth full of cookie, you furrowed your brows, “For what?”

Jimin’s plump lips pressed into your temple, “For all you do as a wife and mother, making sure our family has a good Christmas in spite of my work schedule. You’ve basically been putting on the holiday all by yourself until now. Can’t be easy with our four-year-old ball of energy and another in your belly. I don’t know how you do it.”

You smiled softly, “I’ve been fine, I promise. She really was well-behaved. If anything, this one has given me more trouble, making me pee nonstop, always wiggling around.”

As if on cue, the baby kicked your side. You put your hand on your belly, “Like right now.”

Jimin’s palm dashed to the same spot of your abdomen, eager to feel the movements. What felt like a jab to you translated as a tap against his hand, spreading his smile wider.

“Hello, little man,” he chuckled, “Daddy missed you. Have you been making trouble for your Mommy? Hm?”

“He’s been dancing, I think,” you remarked as you bit into a carrot, “Way more active than Mina ever was, which is funny considering how rambunctious she is now.”

“Then maybe he will mellow out once he joins us out here. Be the opposite of her.” you husband pushed a tuft of dark hair out of his face.

You laughed lightly, “Not a chance. His big sister is going to teach him her ways. We will have our work cut out for us.”

“She’s been getting more excited to meet him,” he concurred, “I think it was hard for her to understand at first, but now that you’re showing and she can feel him move, it’s more real to her.”

You hummed in agreement, “She told me last week that she wants to name him Frosty.”

Jimin threw his head back in laughter, covering his mouth so he wouldn’t spit out the contents. You put your finger to your lips and shushed him, reminding him that there was a sleeping child.

“Sorry, sorry,” he whispered, “That’s just so adorable. She’s really gotten into the Christmas spirit, huh?”

You nodded, “Big time, and I love it. She’s entering those peak years where it’s all so wondrous.”

His smiled faded ever so slightly, “I know. I will make sure I don’t miss as much holiday time in the years ahead. I want to be there for the cookie baking, hot chocolate, movies, everything. Not to mention, we will have two next year.”

He rubbed your belly, both of you imagining your lives at this time the following year. Mina would be five, and this baby boy would be a few months shy of a year old.

The expression on his face became more serious as his deep brown eyes found yours, “There’s no way I’m leaving you for that long to manage both of them. I’m so-”

“Don’t,” you put your hand on his cheek, your face kind and soft, “Don’t say you’re sorry, Jimin. You were gone for just two weeks. That’s the longest you’ve been away in a while, and you didn’t miss the actual holiday.”

“I know,” he said, smiling somewhat sadly, “And I remember us talking about this stuff before we started trying for Mina. We knew things like this would happen.”

“Exactly,” you grinned softly before giving him a kiss on his cheek, “We are making the very most of our circumstances. Your career offers our family so many blessings that other families don’t have, but it does come with some downsides. This is a downside and we’re handling it the best we can. At the end of it all, I still say we are extremely fortunate.”

“We are,” he sighed, “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful. It just gets harder and harder to leave you both, especially in your condition.”

It was tough to see him full of regret. You wanted him to feel like the amazing husband and father that he was.

“Then we can try to adjust your schedule going forward. But this is Christmas, Jimin. It’s about family, and we are together now. That’s all we need to think about.”

He was silent for a moment, but your words seemed to subdue any negative feelings entrenched within him. He kissed you more deeply than he could have in front of Mina.

“How did I manage to find myself the perfect bride?”

You giggled lightly, “Luck of the draw, I suppose. I love you.”

“I love you more, baby.”

You cuddled on the couch for a while longer, before the weight of the day came crashing down on both of you. He was exhausted from traveling, and you were wiped from another hectic day of motherhood.

Jimin made sure that the empty cookie plate and glass were set back by the fireplace. You switched off the tree lights and the lamps in the living room, and then you headed into your bedroom together.

You were using a pregnancy pillow for hip and back support, and to keep you from turning in your sleep. Jimin spooned you, the scent of your hair products acting as a soothing tonic for him. Slowly and absentmindedly, he rubbed circles on your bump.

“And to all a good night.” he mumbled.

Nearly asleep, you chuckled, “Goodnight, Jiminie.”

You awoke to your alarm at six. You knew Mina would wake up earlier than normal due to her excitement, so you wanted to be ready.

To your surprise, your husband was already out of bed. Typically after getting home from a longer trip, he slept in up to the point where you’d have your daughter come and wake him up, sitting on his torso and laughing at his light snoring.

After brushing your teeth, you padded out of your room and into the hallway, where you could pick up on the faint sound of the coffee maker brewing. Walking to the kitchen, you passed through the living room, where the tree was already lit up and a fire was cracking in the fireplace.

You paused to take in the perfectly merry scene. It looked like the quintessential Christmas morning.

You heard his hoarse morning voice behind you, “Merry Christmas, baby.”

When you turned around, you doing your husband holding two mugs of coffee. You trusted that he’d made yours decaf.

Jimin came up to you and gave you a quick kiss, handing you one of the mugs, “For you.”

“Merry Christmas,” you pecked his lips again, “And thank you.”

The two of you sat on the couch together to catch a moment of peace before the festivities began. Just as the night before, you laid your head on his shoulder.

“How did you sleep?” he asked you, “I remember before I left that it was getting tricky.”

You hummed, “Pretty good, actually. I think your son was sleeping. Not many kicks. I did have a little bit of heartburn, but miraculously I didn’t get up to pee.”

Jimin couldn’t help but chuckle, not because it was funny, but because he was totally in awe of you. He set his mug down on the side table next to the couch before leaning to press his lips on your belly.

“What a nice present you gave Mommy, little man. A night of decent sleep.”

You giggled, placing your hand in his black hair, “It’s a Christmas Miracle. And speaking of presents…”

You took another sip of your decade before hoisting yourself off the cushion, putting your mug on the coffee table. You took a few steps over to the tree and retrieved the gift you got for your husband. It was a small box, wrapped in a classic green paper with a red and white bow.

You hadn’t noticed, but your man already had your gift next to him. It must have been there before you ever sat down. You returned to his hide and handed it to him, “You first.”

Jimin sat up a little more, keeping the box in his lap as he pulled off the bow and tore away the paper. By the brand name on the box, he instantly knew what item it was, but could have never anticipated the detailing of the gift within.

He was beaming as he took the platinum watch, with a deep blue dial. Right away, he caught something unique about it. There were four different gemstones along the bezel, giving it a pop of color.

“Our family’s birthstones,” you explained, “Here’s mine, there’s the opal for you, the peridot for Mina, and the aquamarine for our boy. I just thought when you travel, you might like to wear something that keeps us all together.”

Unexpectedly, he became choked up, rubbing his fingers on his bottom lip. He loved the thought behind it, of taking his family with him wherever he went.

He cast his arm around you and pressed a long kiss on your temple, trying not to cry, “Thank you, baby. This means the world to me.”

You scooted closer to him, linking your arms together, “You mean the world to us, no matter where you are. We are always united as a family.”

Jimin chuckled, lightening his own mood, “Just wait until I show the guys. They will be dropping hints to their wives to get them the same thing.”

You giggled too.

Then he placed it back in the box with care before setting it on the coffee table. He reached to the side table to grab the gift he’d gotten for you. It was a flat, rectangular shape, wrapped in red and white.

When he handed it to you, it became apparent that this was a folder of some kind. You unwrapped it gently, not wanting to tear whatever was hiding beneath.

It was a yellow business envelope with gold prongs sealing it at the top. You pinched the prongs together, freeing the flap to be lifted. Your face expressed your confusion thoroughly, but your husband knew you were going to love this.

You pulled out a packet of papers that were stapled together. Honestly, it looked like a headache to have to read, but that wasn’t the part you needed to focus on.

Then you read the top line, which told you what kind of document this was.

“A land title?” you asked.

Jimin nodded, pursing his lips together in anticipation for you to finally know, “Yes, a land title.”

You laughed, though you were terribly perplexed, “Why do we need a plot of land?”

“Because I’m going to build you a house.”

Your hands and the papers dropped into your lap as you looked at him with astonishment. Speechless, your mouth was slightly agape. It was as if you short-circuited.

You looked back and forth between him and the title papers a couple times, unable to get a word out. Jimin was quite satisfied with your reaction.

“W-What?” you finally got out, a smile growing on your face.

He chuckled at how cute you looked, “I know we’ve enjoyed our time here in this apartment, but it’s time we had a place that’s truly our own. I want you to have the home of your dreams, where our kids can have a yard to play in and multiple floors to run around and wreak havoc.”

Then he put his hand on your bump, “Plus, the Parks are growing in number. And I know he isn’t our last one. Best to have enough space for them all, right?”

You were grinning ear to ear as you practically pounced on him. The title papers fell off the couch as you kissed his face repeatedly, “This is amazing, Jiminie! Thank you so much!”

His laughter rang out, “You’re welcome.”

When you pulled away, he could see the tears of joy brimming in your eyes.

“I-I can’t believe it,” you beamed, “Our very own home!”

“You deserve it, baby. You and our children. Plus, I thought with more space, I’d be able to put in a home studio or something. Do more work at home. I think it’s exactly what we need.”

The two of you ended up snuggling on the couch for a while, daydreaming out loud about all the possibilities. You laid on your back and your husband on his side, propping his head up with his elbow. He was perfectly content just listening to you think of ideas for your new home. Throughout, he kept his hand on your belly so he could feel his son’s hiccups, focusing on your smile as you talked about how you’d design the master bedroom.

Life was pure in this moment, only to be improved by the sound of Mina’s door opening.

You had told her not to come out until you came to get her, but it appeared your effort was futile. She was just enthused, and you weren’t about to make a fuss over it. You quickly sat up, as did Jimin.

“Let me bring her in,” he grinned, “You stay.”

You nodded, watching him get up to go meet your little girl in the hallway, before she marched herself into the living room. You got out your phone to record the two of them when they came back in.

Mina was slowly making her way towards the living room, as if she was trying to do it without getting caught. She knew that she was technically disobeying her mother’s instructions. When Jimin saw her, she froze.

He laughed, “Are you sneaking out of your room, little miss?”

She nodded.

He went to swoop her up in an instant, erasing any fear of retribution from her mind. She belted out a sweet giggle, receiving two kisses on her cheek.

“I snuck out early this morning too,” he smiled, “And I think you will love what you find in the living room.”

Her eyes were wide and thrilled, “Did Santa come, Daddy?”

“Why don’t we go find out together, hm?”

He set her down and held her tiny hand, leading her into the living room. You got it all on video, but watched her reaction directly, rather than through your phone screen.

Her short legs sprung up and down a few times, her face bright with unbridled joy. Jimin was looking down at her, treasuring every bit of it.

She pointed to the gathering of presents under the tree, “Mommy look! Santa came!”

You matched her level of excitement, “I see, baby! Did he eat the cookies?”

She bounded away from her father to verify what you’d said. She bent down in her pajamas to inspect the plate before jumping back up, “He did eat the cookies!”

You and your husband laughed as she ran into your arms, too giddy to contain herself. You hugged her tightly, “Merry Christmas, my love.”

As you held her, Jimin went and took a seat next to the tree. Wanting his wife to remain comfy on the couch, he assumed the role of gift-passer, ready to begin a beautiful family experience. Embracing your daughter, you opened your eyes to find him looking at you. His smile was gentle and subconscious, containing all the adoration in the world. You mirrored this same expression, knowing that your future was as bright as your spirits that morning.

Then he clapped his hands once, calling Mina over, "Alright, little miss. Let's see what Santa brought."

[koooobi]

Friendly Fire | 02

genre: jungkookxreader, jiminxreader, college!au, best friend!au

summary: You and Jungkook had been friends for quite some time, and it seemed like everyone around you could sense the spark between you. They noticed the playful banter and affectionate gazes he directed your way. However, you were completely oblivious to it all, thinking that your relationship with Jungkook was purely platonic. Little did you know, things were about to get complicated. Enter Jimin, who developed a crush on you. This unexpected turn of events stirred up some jealousy in Jungkook. What will happen next?

word count: 6518

warnings: lots of jealousy, jk is oblivious to his feelings but very flirtatious, can’t keep his hands to himself, exams😖, oc has a fear of failing, strict parents

authors notes: okay this took me foreverrrrr and i really need to start writing the other fics but im just so excited for this one.. hope y’all enjoyyyyyy. this was unedited and kind of rushed so ignore any errors, i hate skl so much its taking up most of my time sorry guys

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Jungkook drummed his fingers against the steering wheel as he watched you disappear into your apartment. He let out a long sigh, shifting in his seat. Something about the whole night had left him feeling off. It wasn't that he liked you—he didn't. You were just Y/N, his friend. But still, the thought of you getting all flustered around Jimin, of Jimin flirting with you, had irritated him more than he'd expected.

He turned the key in the ignition, the quiet hum of the engine filling the car as he pulled away from your building and headed toward his place. His mind kept drifting back to the way Jimin had teased him, how he'd made it seem like Jungkook had some claim over you. That wasn't it. He didn't care if you dated someone, it wasn't his business. But someone like Jimin? One of his closest friends? That was a different story.

Jungkook wasn't protective over you in the romantic sense, but there was a boundary there, unspoken but important. He didn't want his friends getting involved with you. It wasn't jealousy—it was more like... discomfort. He would never get involved with any of your friends. He knew Jimin could be flirty, and the last thing Jungkook wanted was for things to get messy between you and his circle.

As he drove through the quiet streets, the city lights flickering past, he tried to shake off the feeling. You'd probably think he was being ridiculous if you knew how much he'd overthought the whole thing. But you were his friend—he just wanted to make sure you weren't getting mixed up in something that would hurt you later.

By the time he pulled up in front of his apartment, the tension in his chest had eased slightly. He parked, leaned back in his seat for a moment, and stared out at the dimly lit street. His phone buzzed in the center console, and he picked it up, glancing at the screen.

Jimin.

Jungkook rolled his eyes but smirked a little, knowing exactly what the call was going to be about. He hit answer and put the phone on speaker as he stepped out of the car.

"Hey, man," Jimin's voice came through, casual but with that familiar teasing edge. "Did you drop off our girl safely?"

Jungkook kicked the door shut and walked toward his building, shaking his head. "She's not our girl. And yeah, I did."

There was a pause, then a laugh from Jimin's side. "Come on, don't tell me you're still pissed about earlier. I was just messing around."

Jungkook sighed as he unlocked his apartment door and stepped inside, flicking on the lights. "I'm not pissed. Just—" He hesitated, running a hand through his hair. "I don't want you messing with her."

"Messing with her?" Jimin repeated, sounding amused. "Dude, I wasn't even serious. Y/N's cool, but I know you're protective of her."

"I'm not protective," Jungkook said quickly, dropping his keys onto the kitchen counter. "It's just... she's my friend. I don't want her getting involved with any of you guys and then having things go south."

Jimin chuckled, clearly not taking it as seriously as Jungkook. "Man, you're making it sound like I'm planning to date her or something. I was just having a little fun."

Jungkook frowned, leaning against the counter. "Yeah, well, I don't want her to get the wrong idea. She doesn't know you like I do. You flirt with everyone, and she might take it seriously."

There was a beat of silence before Jimin responded, his tone a bit more thoughtful now. "So what, you're saying she's off-limits?"

Jungkook let out a frustrated breath, trying to find the right words. "I'm not saying she's off-limits, I'm just saying... she's not like other girls you flirt with. She's—she's Y/N, okay? She's not into that kind of stuff."

"You sound like you're her big brother or something," Jimin teased, though his tone was more serious now. "Look, I get it. You're looking out for her. But, Jungkook, if you don't have feelings for her, why do you care so much if she ends up liking one of us?"

Jungkook froze for a second, caught off guard by the question. He hadn't really thought about it that way before. It wasn't like he had feelings for you, but the idea of you dating one of his friends—especially Jimin—just didn't sit right with him.

"I don't care if she dates someone," Jungkook said finally, his voice a bit tighter than he intended. "I just don't want her to get hurt."

Jimin was quiet for a moment, then sighed. "Okay, okay, I get it. I'll back off. I didn't realize you were this serious about it."

Jungkook relaxed a little, relieved that Jimin was taking him seriously now. "Thanks, man. I just don't want things to get weird."

"Fair enough," Jimin agreed. "But you might want to figure out why you care so much, 'cause from where I'm sitting, it's looking a little sus."

Jungkook scoffed, rolling his eyes even though Jimin couldn't see him. "There's nothing sus about it. I just don't want things to get complicated."

"Whatever you say, bro," Jimin replied, clearly not convinced but willing to let it go for now. "Anyway, I'll catch you later. Try not to overthink it too much, alright?"

"Yeah, yeah," Jungkook muttered, ending the call and tossing his phone onto the couch.

As he sat down, the conversation played over in his mind. He wasn't overthinking it—he was just being a good friend. Looking out for you. That's all it was.

Jungkook stretched out on his bed, tossing his phone back and forth between his hands, his mind finally starting to quiet down.

His phone buzzed, and he saw your name pop up on the screen. Smiling, he answered, putting it on speaker as he lay back on his pillows.

"Hey," he greeted, his voice casual.

"Hey, Jeon," you replied, sounding a little tired but upbeat. "You home?"

"Yeah, just got back a bit ago. You?"

"Yup, finally in bed," you said with a sigh. "You think Professor Kim is really gonna hit us with that pop quiz tomorrow? I saw him smiling way too much in class today. Suspicious."

Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head. "He's definitely planning something. That guy enjoys watching us struggle."

You groaned dramatically. "Ugh, I'm so not prepared for that. I barely understood anything from last week's lecture."

"Did you even take notes?" Jungkook teased, knowing full well you tended to zone out in class.

"I did! Sort of...," you trailed off, and he could practically see you rolling your eyes. "I'll just copy yours tomorrow. You've got me, right?"

Jungkook laughed softly, the familiar ease of your conversations calming him down. "Yeah, yeah. I've got you. You always say that and then somehow ace the test anyway."

"Not without your help," you mumbled, and Jungkook could hear you settling deeper into your blankets, your voice getting softer.

"Anyways, you're coming to watch me play tomorrow right?" he perks up, trying to lighten the mood.

"There's no way I'd miss it."

He laughs, suddenly feeling giddy at the prospect of you coming to watch him. "Good, if you didn't come I would be sooo mad at you."

You giggle softly at that idea, Jungkook never gets mad, at least not at you. "Yeah, okay Kook." you teased, but your voice was trailing off, your exhaustion suddenly taking over.

Jungkook notices this, a soft smile playing on his face. "Alright, go to sleep. You're gonna need energy for that test tomorrow."

"Ugh, don't remind me," you mumbled, already half asleep. "Night, Jungkook."

"Night," he replied, waiting until he heard the soft click of the call ending before tossing his phone onto the bed beside him.

The next day, you and Jungkook found yourselves sitting in your usual spots near the back of the classroom, waiting for Professor Kim to start class. The room was buzzing with chatter, students exchanging notes and nervously talking about the possibility of a quiz. You were slouched over your notebook, flipping through pages, trying to cram in last-minute review, while Jungkook sat beside you, far too relaxed for your liking.

"You think we're actually getting that quiz?" you whispered, glancing over at him.

Jungkook smirked, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. "Oh, it's not just a quiz," he said, his voice low so only you could hear. "It's a full-on test. I saw him carrying in a stack of papers when I came in."

You groaned, dropping your head dramatically onto your notebook. "I'm so screwed."

Jungkook chuckled, nudging your arm with his elbow. "You should've studied with me."

"Don't even," you muttered, lifting your head just as Professor Kim walked in, shuffling the dreaded stack of test papers in his hands. Your stomach dropped.

"Good morning, class," Professor Kim announced with a suspiciously cheerful tone. "I hope you're all ready for today's test."

You glanced at Jungkook, who gave you a smug look, as if to say I told you so. You shot him a glare in return.

As Professor Kim passed out the tests, Jungkook leaned over slightly. "Just stay calm, Y/N. You'll be fine."

"I'll be calm when this is over," you whispered back, staring at the paper in front of you like it was a death sentence.

The room soon fell silent, except for the occasional shuffling of papers and the soft scratching of pens. You took a deep breath, flipping through the pages of the test, immediately feeling the pressure mount. The first few questions were doable, but by the time you hit the midpoint, it was like the words on the page were written in a foreign language.

You glanced over at Jungkook. He was scribbling away confidently, barely pausing as he moved through the questions with ease. Of course, he looked completely unbothered, like this was just another walk in the park. You could even see the faintest smirk playing on his lips.

Your eyes narrowed, and he must have felt your gaze because he glanced over at you, raising an eyebrow. When he saw the look of panic on your face, his smirk widened, and he gave a subtle shake of his head, clearly amused by your struggle.

You mouthed, "Help me!" exaggerating your expression for effect.

Jungkook chuckled softly, shaking his head again. He leaned slightly closer and whispered under his breath, "Just focus."

You rolled your eyes, going back to your test. But focusing was the last thing you could do. Every time you got stuck on a question, you'd glance over at Jungkook again, and every time, he was still breezing through the test, like he was taking a casual quiz and not a full-blown assessment. It was infuriating.

After a few minutes of watching you squirm, Jungkook finally tilted his paper just slightly, making sure only you could see the edge of it. It wasn't enough to give away the answers, but it was enough to show you the format, which was a tiny bit helpful.

You caught on immediately, shooting him a grateful look. He just winked at you, clearly enjoying the situation way too much.

The rest of the test dragged on painfully, and by the time you reached the last page, your brain felt like mush. Meanwhile, Jungkook had already finished and was lounging back in his chair, stretching lazily as if the test had been no big deal. He shot you another amused glance, raising an eyebrow as if to say, See? Easy.

You were dying to toss something at him.

Finally, Professor Kim called time, and you let out a long breath as you handed in your test. Jungkook was waiting for you at the door, his hands shoved into his pockets, an infuriating grin on his face.

"So," he said casually as you walked out of the classroom together, "how was it?"

You shot him a look. "You're enjoying this way too much."

He chuckled, nudging your shoulder lightly. "Hey, you're the one who didn't study."

"I was going to, but you didn't exactly offer to help," you shot back, still frustrated by how easy it had been for him.

"I told you to stay calm," he said with a playful grin, clearly unfazed by your annoyance.

You groaned again, but even you couldn't stay mad at him for long. It was classic Jungkook—breezing through everything with a smile on his face while you struggled just to keep up. And despite yourself, you couldn't help but laugh a little as the two of you walked down the hallway together.

"Next time, you're helping me study," you declared, glancing up at him.

"Deal," he said, his grin widening. "But only if you promise to take better notes."

You laughed, shaking your head. "I'm starting to think you enjoy watching me suffer."

"Maybe just a little," he teased, his eyes glinting with amusement.

As you and Jungkook made your way down the hall, the usual buzz of campus life surrounded you. Students were rushing between classes, chatting in groups, or buried in their phones, but you were still thinking about the test you'd just barely survived.

Jungkook, of course, was in a good mood, walking beside you with that annoyingly smug look on his face. Just as you were about to tease him about how much he was enjoying your misery, a familiar voice called out.

"Yo, Jungkook! Y/N!" Taehyung appeared, striding toward the two of you, his usual carefree grin plastered on his face. Jimin was right behind him, looking effortlessly cool as always.

"Hey," Jungkook greeted them, stopping in his tracks as they reached you. "What's up?"

Taehyung grinned, leaning against the lockers. "Just heading to class, but I saw you two and figured we'd say hi."

Jimin's eyes landed on you, his gaze lingering for a second longer than usual. He smiled warmly. "Hey, Y/N," he said, his voice smooth. "Heard you had a test, how'd it go?

You sighed dramatically, already feeling the weight of your grade pulling you down. "Oh, it was awful. I know I failed."

Jimin chuckled, stepping a little closer. "Really? I can't imagine you struggling with anything. You probably did better than you think."

You blinked, caught off guard by his words. Jimin was always friendly, but today there was a slight edge to it, something more than the usual casual banter. His eyes flicked to Jungkook briefly before landing back on you.

"I doubt it," you laughed, feeling a little flustered by the compliment. "But thanks for the confidence boost."

Jimin smirked, his eyes still locked on you. "Anytime."

Just then, Taehyung clapped Jungkook on the shoulder. "We're heading to the art building. Where are you guys off to?"

"I'm going to bio," you said, glancing at your phone to check the time. "It's across campus, though."

"I can walk you—" Jungkook starts, your gaze shifting towards him, but he immediately gets interrupted by Jimin's voice.

Jimin perked up, a slight glint of interest in his eyes. "Really? I'm heading that way too. I can walk with you, if you want."

You smiled, appreciating the offer. "Yeah, that'd be nice."

Before you could say anything else, Jungkook, who had been watching the whole exchange, nodded. "Alright, then. You guys go ahead," he said, his tone relaxed. "I'll catch you later, Y/N."

His easygoing attitude surprised you, but you figured he was just in a good mood after breezing through the test. He turned to Taehyung, and the two of them started walking in the opposite direction.

"Bye, Jungkook!" you called, waving after him. He shot you a quick wave without looking back, too busy joking around with Taehyung.

Jimin gave you a nod, gesturing for you to lead the way. "Shall we?"

You began walking at a comfortable pace, a comfortable silence settling down amongst the both of you. Or at least, you didn't mind the silence.

You could feel him glancing towards your face every so often, and when you turned to look, he just smiled innocently, turning his gaze straight ahead.

The silence started to grow awkward, until Jimin cleared his throat, as if preparing to bring up something he'd been thinking about for a while. "So.." he began, "Do you like Jungkook?"

Laughing at the absurdity of that idea, you meet his eyes once more, "What?" you said, your voice still laced with laughter. "No way, Jungkook's just a friend. Why would you ask that?"

Jimin smiled but didn't meet your eyes this time, running a hand through his hair, making him seem both casual but also nervous. "I don't know," he shrugged, he voice growing quieter. "It seems like he has a little crush on you. The way he looks at you, how he's always around you.."

You blinked, the idea catching you completely off guard. "No, me and him are just friends. He's like that with everyone." you replied, shaking your head firmly.

Jimin gave you a knowing smile, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Is he, though?" his tone was playful, but you suddenly grew irritated. You were sick of people assuming that someone had a crush on the other, or you were dating, when it was clearly not the case.

"He's like a brother to me, Jimin."

He chuckled, his gaze finally locking onto yours, his smile widening as he tilted his head. "A brother, huh?" he questions, never taking his eyes off you.

You scoff, rolling your eyes as you pick up the pace, leaving Jimin a little further behind.

He immediately picks up his pace too, catching back up to you. "Hey, relax, I'll drop it." his hand rests on your shoulder as his playful tone from earlier drops, his voice now laced with sincerity. "I was just joking, Y/N. I didn't mean to offend you."

"I know. I'm not offended." you mumble, trying to appear as unbothered as you can, your hands reaching to fumble with the straps of your bag.

"Okay," his hand drops from your shoulder, resting at his side once again. "Besides, even if Jungkook has a crush, it's not like you don't have other options." He finishes, quite obviously referring to himself.

You laughed again, the annoyance fading away ever so slightly. "I'll keep that in mind, Jimin. But for now I'm happy with being just friends."

He smirked, his eyes twinkling with mischief, "Fair enough. But if you ever change your mind, you know where to find me."

Bio dragged on at a painfully slow pace. The steady tick of the clock became your only focus, each second pulling your attention away from the jumble of textbooks and papers spread across your desk. The classroom was unusually quiet today, so every sound created was amplified; the tapping and clicking of pens, the rustling of sheets of papers, the occasional murmur of whispered conversations.

Your leg bounced restlessly beneath the table, anxiety suddenly overcoming you. Not only were you struggling in chemistry, you were struggling in biology too. Your eyes wandered to the people in the class, who got on with their tasks with ease. Even with a textbook open in front of you, you were confused.

You sighed inwardly, frustration settling in. There's no one else to blame but yourself, of course. After all the times you zoned out in class, and never payed attention, how could you even expect to understand the basics? The realisation hit you like a wave, a reminder that when you go home, you'd have no choice but to study.

Eventually, the hour passed after a long time of blankly staring at the ticking clock. You immediately grabbed a hold of your belongings, stuffing them into your bag and throwing it over your shoulder before exiting the room. You let out a sigh, a yawn escaping your body. Right now, all you wanted to do was take a nap. Luckily for you, it was the end of the day, you could finally leave.

You suddenly felt nauseous, a sickening feeling bubbling within your stomach as you remembered how much you struggled in not one but two classes. The image of your parents disappointment haunted you as you stormed into your locker, yanking it open and tossing your books inside with more force than necessary. You slammed it shut, your frustration rising.

As you did so, Jungkook appeared out of nowhere to the right of your locker, his eyes fixated on you with scrunched up brows.

You sighed again, glancing once towards his face and again towards the exit. Your legs dragged you towards the huge doors, but Jungkook was quick to follow behind you.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" he walks up in front of you, gesturing towards his clothing. You noticed his attire from the morning was discarded, and instead replaced with the jersey he wore during his basketball games.

"Fuck, Kook, I completely forgot." you groaned, gripping your temples in frustration.

"Damn, Y/N. I reminded you everyday for the past week." His tone was serious, but you could catch the hint of a joke laced within his voice as he playfully shook his head.

It didn't take him long to notice your unusual state. Jungkook leaned forward, softly grabbing onto your shoulder with one hand while the other reached up to your cheek, gently rubbing his thumb across. "Whats wrong? You okay?" he asks, concern laced across his features.

"Nothing, I'm just tired." you admitted, although it wasn't the whole truth, it was still something.

His eyes look over your face, studying you. His hands now firmly rested on your shoulders. "You're a bad liar, Y/N. What happened? And tell me the truth."

"It's dumb."

"It's about that test, isn't it?"

You blinked in surprise. How did he know? You nodded.

"I'm sure you didn't do that bad," he reassured, squeezing your shoulders gently. "You're smart, Y/N. Cheer up." he playfully patted your cheeks, causing you to stifle a laugh, a smile forming on your face.

"Do you wanna go home?" he asked, his voice softening, a slight frown tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Well yes, but I wanna watch you play more." you say as his hands tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You noticed his expression brighten just a little at your words.

He grinned, moving to the side and ruffling your hair, messing it up again before then slinging an arm over your shoulder. "Come on then, we don't have much time," he says. "I'll win for you, don't worry."

You round the corner and make your way onto the court, where people are already seated and the teams are coming out of their rooms.

"JK, we're on, hurry up!" a voice calls, presumably another one of his members, he lets go of you and tells you to take a seat before running off into the court, but you don't miss how he looks towards you whenever he can, sending a smile your way, as if to make sure you were okay.

The game was intense from the start. The gym echoed with the sounds of sneakers squeaking against polished floors, the thud of the basketball hitting the court, and the excited cheers from the crowd. You sat in the bleachers, your bag shoved under your seat, feeling oddly at ease despite the earlier stress.

You found yourself sitting next to a girl who had been at the game last week, her face vaguely familiar. She wore a jersey that wasn't quite Jungkook's team colors, but she cheered loudly every time the ball changed hands.

"Hey, didn't I see you here last time?" she asked, leaning over slightly to talk. Her voice was warm, friendly, like someone who just knew how to make conversations less awkward.

"Yeah, probably," you said with a small smile, glancing at her. "I try to come to most of Jungkook's games."

"Ah, you're here for JK?" Her eyebrows raised, and there was a playful lilt to her voice. "Friend, girlfriend, or just a fan?"

"Friend," you clarified, though the heat rising to your cheeks betrayed the simplicity of that label.

She laughed, a soft chuckle that wasn't mocking but understanding. "Got it. I'm Soojin, by the way. I come to watch my cousin—he's on the other team, but don't tell anyone." She mimed zipping her lips.

You laughed a little at that. "I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you."

As the game went on, you and Soojin fell into a comfortable rhythm of conversation, punctuated by bursts of cheering and groaning whenever something exciting happened on the court. She was quick-witted and easy to talk to, and for the first time all day, you felt yourself genuinely relaxing.

"Okay, but Jungkook's insane, right?" Soojin said during a timeout, gesturing toward the court where Jungkook was wiping his face with a towel. "The way he just—" she mimicked a crossover dribble and a jump shot, "makes it look so effortless. Honestly, I'd trip over my own feet trying to do half of that."

You laughed, nodding. "Yeah, he's pretty crazy. He's been like that since we met, though. He's good at everything... it's honestly annoying sometimes."

Soojin raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "You guys must be close, huh? That's cute. So, what's it like having Jeon Jungkook as your personal hype man?"

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't stop the small smile from forming. "It's chaotic, to say the least. He's super competitive, even outside of basketball. One time, we had this dumb bet over who could eat more tteokbokki, and—"

"Wait, let me guess," Soojin interrupted, grinning. "He demolished you, didn't he?"

You shook your head, laughing. "Nope. He thought he could out-eat me, but I totally won. He ended up lying on the floor groaning about how he was 'never eating again.'"

Soojin laughed so hard she nearly spilled her drink. "That's amazing. He doesn't seem like the type to lose, especially at something like that."

"Oh, trust me," you said, leaning in conspiratorially. "He's not. He demanded a rematch a week later. Still lost, though."

The two of you dissolved into laughter, the tension of your earlier frustration completely forgotten. You were so caught up in the moment that you almost didn't notice when the crowd suddenly erupted into cheers.

The score was neck-and-neck, and every pass, dribble, and shot was met with thunderous applause or groans of disappointment. You found yourself leaning forward, completely absorbed in the game despite your earlier indifference.

With less than a minute left on the clock, Jungkook's team had the ball. The crowd was on its feet, chanting and clapping as he darted past defenders with effortless precision. You held your breath as he leapt for a three-pointer just as the buzzer sounded.

The ball arced beautifully through the air before sinking through the net with a satisfying swish. The gym erupted into cheers, the sound deafening as Jungkook's teammates swarmed him in celebration. He raised his arms in victory, then turned toward the stands, his eyes locking onto yours. He didn't just smile this time—he winked.

"Oh my god," Soojin said, clutching her chest dramatically. "That was smooth. I'm swooning, and it wasn't even aimed at me. Are you sure you're just friends? Because the way he keeps looking at you..."

You shook your head, laughing but feeling that familiar warmth creep up your neck again. "He's so extra sometimes."

"Extra? Girl, that was a whole movie moment," Soojin countered. "You should be flattered."

At that moment, Jungkook jogged over to the sidelines, drenched in sweat but beaming with pride. He waved at you as he approached, clearly pleased with himself.

"Well? What'd you think?" he asked, leaning on the railing in front of the bleachers.

"You were decent," you said, trying to sound unimpressed.

"Decent?" he repeated, his eyes narrowing in mock offense. "That was a game-winning three-pointer. You should be bowing down right now."

"Don't push your luck, Kook," you teased, though your grin gave you away.

"You did okay," Soojin chimed in, smirking. "But I think Y/N's still more impressed by the tteokbokki story."

Jungkook frowned, his ears turning slightly pink. "You told her about that?"

"Of course," you said, laughing. "It's one of my best Jungkook stories."

He groaned, covering his face with his hands. "Great. Now she thinks I'm a loser."

"Not at all," Soojin said, winking at you. "It's kind of endearing, actually."

Jungkook peeked through his fingers, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at the two of you. "Y/N, let's go before you embarrass me further."

You laughed, grabbing your bag and standing up. "Fine, fine. See you around, Soojin."

"Definitely," she said, giving you a knowing smile. "Oh, and Jungkook?"

"Yeah?" he said, pausing mid-step.

"Good game," she said, grinning. "But maybe work on that tteokbokki endurance."

Jungkook groaned again, dragging you toward the exit as you burst into laughter.

The cool evening air hit your face as you both left the gym, a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the crowded court. Jungkook still looked a little flustered, though he tried to play it cool, brushing a hand through his damp hair.

"I can't believe you told her about the tteokbokki thing," he muttered, shaking his head.

You smirked, bumping his arm lightly. "Oh, come on, it's a great story. Besides, you challenged me. What did you expect? For me to lose gracefully?"

"Gracefully? I expected you to lose, period," he quipped, shooting you a playful glare. "But apparently, you're hiding a black hole for a stomach. It's unfair."

He grumbled, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward in a reluctant smile. "Anyway, who was she? You seemed pretty chummy with her for someone you just met."

"Her name's Soojin. She's here to watch her cousin—apparently, he's on the other team. She's nice, though. Funny, too."

Jungkook shot you a look, his brows furrowing. "Wait, hold on. You were sitting next to someone rooting for the other team? And you didn't fight her?"

You snorted. "What am I supposed to do? Start a bleacher brawl? She wasn't obnoxious or anything. Plus, she said you're good. So, technically, she's on your side."

"She said that?" Jungkook perked up, his chest puffing out a little. "Well, I mean, she's not wrong."

You rolled your eyes. "Don't let it go to your head, Jeon."

The two of you strolled toward the bike racks, where Jungkook had locked up his old, slightly scuffed-up mountain bike. He grabbed his bag, slinging it over his shoulder, then paused, looking at you thoughtfully.

"You sure you're okay?" he asked, his voice gentler now. "You seemed a little off earlier. Was it the test?"

The concern in his eyes made your stomach flip, and you hesitated for a moment before shrugging. "Yeah, the test sucked, and so did bio. I'll survive, though. No big deal."

Jungkook frowned, clearly not buying it. "Y/N, if it's stressing you out, let's do something about it. I'm serious."

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. "What, you're going to tutor me? You don't even know the difference between mitosis and meiosis."

"Hey," he protested, feigning offense. "I could learn! For you, anyway." He tilted his head, studying your face. "But right now, I'm thinking food might help more than biology. You eaten yet?"

Your stomach growled in response, betraying you instantly. Jungkook's grin widened.

"Thought so," he said. "Come on, let's go get something."

"Now? Aren't you supposed to celebrate with your team or something?"

"Celebrate what? Another win? Boring," he said, waving it off. "Besides, I'd rather hang out with you. Let's go."

Before you could argue, he unlocked his bike and gestured for you to hop onto the back. "I'll give you a ride."

"You're kidding," you said, eyeing the bike skeptically.

"Do I look like I'm kidding? Come on, I've done this a million times."

Reluctantly, you climbed onto the back, holding onto his shoulders for balance. "If I fall and break something, I'm suing you."

Jungkook laughed, his voice full of mischief. "Relax. I'm a pro."

Minutes later, you found yourself seated at a small street food stand, the warm glow of hanging lights illuminating the bustling night market. The smell of grilled meat, savory pancakes, and spicy tteokbokki filled the air, making your mouth water.

Jungkook ordered for both of you, insisting he knew the best dishes. When the food arrived, he slid a steaming plate of tteokbokki toward you with a smirk. "Round two?"

You burst out laughing. "You're kidding."

"Dead serious," he said, picking up a piece with his chopsticks and holding it out to you. "Unless you're scared?"

"You wish," you shot back, leaning in to take the bite. The spicy-sweet sauce burst across your taste buds, and you couldn't help the satisfied hum that escaped. "Okay, this is really good."

"Told you," Jungkook said, grabbing a bite for himself. "But don't get too comfortable. I'm winning this time."

The two of you dug in, the conversation flowing as easily as the food disappeared. Jungkook was in his element, cracking jokes and teasing you relentlessly, but there was a warmth beneath his playful banter that made your heart flutter.

At one point, he leaned in closer, his dark eyes catching yours in the soft light. "You know, I like this. Just... hanging out. No stress, no tests. Just us."

You felt your cheeks heat up, but you managed a teasing grin. "Are you getting sentimental on me, Jeon?"

"Maybe," he admitted, his smile turning softer. "What can I say? You bring it out of me."

For a moment, the world around you seemed to fade, the noise of the market dimming as you held his gaze. Then Jungkook broke the spell with a sudden grin. "But I'm still beating you at this tteokbokki challenge. Watch."

"Dream on," you said, laughing as you picked up another piece. The night stretched on, the stress of the day forgotten as you and Jungkook filled it with laughter, teasing, and just a hint of something more.

As the night wore on, the little food stall grew quieter, but your laughter with Jungkook only got louder. He was in rare form, his wit sharp, his expressions dramatic. Every time he popped another piece of tteokbokki into his mouth, he acted like it was some Herculean feat, groaning as though the spice might defeat him.

"You're such a baby," you teased, shaking your head. "It's not that spicy."

"Oh, says the queen of spice tolerance," he shot back, his voice muffled as he reached for his drink. "Not all of us are walking fire-breathing dragons."

"Dragons are cool," you said with a shrug. "Take it as a compliment."

He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand, his dark eyes sparkling with amusement. "You know, Y/N, you've got a weird way of flirting."

Your chopsticks froze mid-air, and you nearly choked on your own saliva. "Flirting?" you sputtered, your voice jumping an octave. "Who said I was flirting?"

"Not me," he said smoothly, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. "But if you were, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world."

You stared at him, trying to gauge if he was being serious or just messing with you. His expression gave nothing away, though the slight tilt of his head and the way his gaze lingered on your face made your heart race.

"Well, don't hold your breath," you shot back, trying to sound unaffected. "You're not that special."

"Ouch," he said, clutching his chest dramatically. "Here I am, taking you out, feeding you, carrying this entire night with my charm, and this is the thanks I get?"

"Carrying the night?" You snorted. "You're delusional. If anything, I'm the one entertaining you."

He grinned, leaning back in his chair as if to concede. "Fine, we'll call it even. But seriously," his tone softened, his playful demeanor giving way to something more sincere. "I'm glad we did this. You seemed so stressed earlier, and it's nice to see you smiling again."

You felt a pang of warmth at his words, his genuine concern breaking through the teasing façade. "Thanks, Kook. I needed this," you admitted, surprising even yourself with how honest you sounded.

"Well, you've got me," he said, shrugging like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Whenever you need to forget about the world—or just eat your weight in tteokbokki—I'm your guy."

You smiled, unable to help the way your heart seemed to flip at his words. "Careful, Jeon. You keep saying sweet things like that, and people might think you're trying to charm me."

"Trying?" He raised an eyebrow, leaning forward again with a wicked grin. "Y/N, I don't need to try."

The heat in your cheeks betrayed you, but you refused to let him see you flustered. "Wow, your confidence is unmatched. Maybe you should focus less on flirting and more on finishing your plate," you said, gesturing to the food in front of him.

He laughed, grabbing his chopsticks again. "Fine, but don't think you're off the hook. I'm keeping track of how much you've eaten. We're still in competition mode."

"Oh, please. I already won," you retorted, taking another bite to prove your point.

The banter carried on, light and easy, as the plates slowly emptied. By the time the last piece of tteokbokki was gone, you both leaned back in your chairs, letting out identical groans of satisfaction.

"I think I've reached my limit," you said, patting your stomach dramatically. "I might actually regret this tomorrow."

"Regret?" Jungkook scoffed, reaching for his drink. "This is the opposite of regret. This is living." He took a sip, eyeing you with a teasing grin. "Admit it—you're impressed by my ability to pick the perfect late-night spot."

You gave him a look, smirking. "Impressed? Not quite. But I'll give you points for good taste."

"Wow, tough crowd," he said, shaking his head with mock disappointment. "Fine, next time, you pick the place. But don't forget, you owe me now."

"I owe you?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "For what, exactly?"

"For saving you from your stress-induced meltdown," he replied with a grin. "And for treating you to this gourmet feast."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't stop the smile creeping onto your face. "Fine. I guess I do owe you. But don't let it go to your head, Jeon."

"It's already there," he said, tapping the side of his head.

The two of you stood, Jungkook grabbing the tray of empty plates to return to the stall owner. As he turned back to you, his hoodie sleeves pushed up to reveal his forearms, he cocked his head slightly.

"You good to walk home, or do you need me to carry you?" he teased, but his voice held a hint of genuine concern.

"I can manage," you replied, brushing off his offer.

"Sure about that?" he asked, stepping closer with a playful grin. "You look like you're one wrong step away from rolling down the street."

You smacked his arm lightly, laughing. "Don't push your luck."

The two of you started down the street, the cool breeze brushing against your skin. The city had quieted down, leaving only the faint hum of streetlights and the occasional distant chatter of other late-night diners.

"You're not in a rush to get back, are you?" Jungkook asked casually, glancing over at you.

You shook your head. "Not really. Why?"

He hesitated for a second, then shrugged. "Figured you might want to hang out a little longer. My place isn't far from here."

Your heart skipped at the casual invitation, though he said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Your place?"

"Yeah," he said, his tone light but his gaze steady. "It's nothing fancy, but I've got snacks, a comfy couch, and a killer view from the balcony. You can unwind for a bit before heading home."

You hesitated, glancing up at him. There was no pressure in his expression, just a quiet sincerity that made it impossible to say no.

"Okay," you said finally, smiling. "Lead the way, Jeon."

His grin widened, and he reached out, giving your hand a quick tug to follow him. "Prepare to be amazed. Or, you know, mildly impressed."

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[chimchimmarie]

Reblogging this today because of Jimin and Jk’s enlistment. We need some comfort. 🥺

OVER SUNSETS AND SAMGYEOPSAL

Pairing: Jimin x Reader  Genre: fluff, enlistment comfort, a bit of angst (if you squint) Wordcount: 550+

Summary: Sometimes you just have to hold on and not be scared of the waiting game. This is what Jimin wants to prove as he leaves you with the promise of a lifetime.

AN: This is my first attempt at writing a drabble/fic. I am not a professional writer. I’m sorry for any errors. I just love Park Jimin so much. :) The photos are not mine. CTTO.

The clear Busan sky is painted with muted hues of gold and amber as daylight fades. The sun has just set, leaving infinite calm and beauty that takes your breath away. As the gentle waves kiss the shores and the soft cool ocean breeze overcomes your warmth, you sit alone in the sand with thoughts of him filling your heart and mind.

You’ll never get enough of these sunsets. No matter where fate leads you, the serene beauty of it all always leaves you breathless.

Just a few weeks ago you sat in this exact same spot with him. Both cuddled by the warm sands of Haeundae, you basked in the beautiful scene of bustling Busan City.

Now here you are again, but this time he’s nowhere. As the warm slowly turns into cold, you let the memories of that day flood you. “You know It’ll only be a few years. I’ll be back here before you know it.” He mumbles as he takes your hand and peppers your knuckles with sweet gentle kisses.

“I know that. But it still doesn’t change anything. You’re still leaving.” Your voice so faint, it’s barely a whisper.

“You know I have to, right?” His brown eyes taking hold of you, not wanting to let go.

You break your gaze and stare at the sun that’s about to set, the light crimson skies blanketing the city in its radiance.  

You hear his words and you understand why he has to go. He’s enlisting in a few days and this is something both of you can’t change. All there is to do is to accept and wait. Waiting.

How such a simple word could ruin people and relationships is beyond you. You’ve seen it happen to others; you saw their struggle. But you never really expected for it to happen to you. Not this soon.

As you wallow in loneliness that looms your future, you don’t notice him make a move beside you. As you drag your eyes back to his, you’re stunned with what you see.

This guy you love with all your heart is on his knees with a ring in hand; his sweet brown eyes melting your already soft heart.

“Marry me.”  His voice sweet and longing.

Tears prickle your eyes as you try to get a hold of yourself. You’re already screaming on the inside as happiness and exhilaration wash over you.

You finally found your voice seconds later as you cupped his face in your hands; your heart beating louder than ever.

“As long as you promise to buy me Samgyeopsal from here on out.”

He crashed his lips into yours at once with a different kind of warmth that radiated from his heart. His love overflowing for the girl before his eyes and you just let him.

“I love you y/n.”

“I love you too Chim.”

The cold Busan breeze brings you back to the present.

You fiddle with the ring on your finger, still unbelieving that you are Jimin’s fiancée now. The image of him swims in your thoughts as you etch this sunset, the lifetime promise of samgyeopsal and his love for you, deep in the confines of your heart.

Your waiting starts now.

And this beautiful sunset is proof of his promise of forever.

[hobisstar]

hobisstar presents

y!= yandere themed

•Headcanon

• possessive!jk

• WAYHFL!jk

•One and done

•blue. |y!taehyungxreader

Summary: Breaking up over a difficult reason was always tuff to handle. Everyone had their different ways with dealing with them. Taehyung wasn’t everyone and he’d be damned if the love of his life thought it was okay to say such a thing.

•Still with you |y!jungkookxreader

Summary: being the most famous and popular YouTuber and singer has its kicks. great fans, terrible fans, weird fans, yn has seen and had them all… but this fan, she wish she never had…

•mine for eternity |y!jiminxreader

Summary: y/n is a dance student in Jimins ballet class. They’ve had this friends with benefits thing going on and it was stopped when yn decided it was good for them, jimin so happens to disagree.

•Holdin on |hoseokxreader

Summary: yn and hoseok have a falling out, but you need to return his belongs on a stormy night.

•Dance for us |y!ot7xreader

Summary: Being the choreographer for the biggest group of the 21st century seems to be a dream come true. YN has been with BTS since debut, they’ve been close since then. of course with love there comes the protect…right?

•Autumn leaves |y!jiminxreader

Summary: if autumn is so beautiful, how come love seems to end in autumn? Jimin is scared to loose the love of his life in autumn. The only thing is, they aren’t even dating.

•Toxic Attraction |y!jungkookxreader

Summary: Jungkook doesn’t know when his love for her grew, doesn’t even recall ever not loving her. to him since the day she moved in next door, she’s always been his. He would do anything for her, even kill. Of course she wouldn’t leave him, right?

•Loving you |y!hoseokxreader

Summary: Hoseok has a confession. He fears living without his doctor. His obsession for her was what landed him in the asylum anyway or maybe it was his shitty family.

•3 D |jkxplussize!reader

Summary: Yn caught Jungkooks eye since freshman year in college, The only problem is Yn is his professor but he needs her bad.

•Series

•Fly to my room |ot7xreader [still in works]

Summary: Vacation, gotta love me! Working day and night with no break, this is something they all desire. the guys invite their best friend, YN To The In The Soop Vacation. Of course, they told their camera crew to not record her. She’s fine! But, she’s conflicted with sexual tension from each of the seven men. I II III IV V

•What are you hiding from love |y!jungkookxreader [coming soon..]

Summary: Being in a relationship with Jungkook you’ve always noticed the signs, the red flags if you will. Being so in love with him you ignored them, until the people you loved dearly started disappearing one by one. I II III IV V Complete

[bts-0t-7]

Healing Souls

Pair: Jimin x F Reader 

Summary: A picture of Jimin kissing a girl leaked onto the internet, making fans go crazy - and that didn’t mean you were immune to it either. You wanted to give Jimin a chance to explain, but the moment you saw him walk through the door, your frustration burst. Between moments of anger, reflection, and reconciliation, you learned exactly what it means to be in love. 

Genre: Fluff, Idolxreader, established relationship, girlfriend reader, angst 

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of suspected cheating.

WC: 1661

You didn’t know how a simple conversation could turn so deadly. While you preferred a straight-front confrontation, Jimin preferred to ease it in. And it was over dinner that the argument sparked fire between the both of you. The room was charged with tension as the both of you stood at opposite ends of the room, voices raised in a much-heated argument. Anger and frustration swirled around you, sending you into a spiral and clouding your judgement. 

Stubborn as mules, the both of you refused to give in - each party believing that they were right for every reason possible. Logical you knew to let it go for now, take a breath, cool down, and then come back and talk. But you were angry and Jimin wasn’t making it any better. 

“I can’t believe you’re being so unreasonable!” Jimin’s voice was laced with frustration, his hands pulling at the roots of his hair, and brows furrowed in anger. 

“And you aren’t even trying to understand it from my perspective!” You shot back, voice quivering with hurt. 

As the argument escalated, the both of you shot back equally painful and harsh words. The weight in your chest turned heavier and heavier, like lead in your stomach. This wasn’t the Jimin you knew - the making understanding person that has always been there for you. This Jimin didn’t care for how deep and sharp his words turned as he shouted back at you. However, in the heat of the moment, your emotions took over and all rationality seemed to slip away. 

“I would never - I didn’t even sleep with her!” Jimin shouted. “It’s just a picture for god sake! Grow up, Y/N!” 

He gave you an exasperated sigh, turning to leave the living room. Your anger reached its boiling point. If this was a cartoon show, your face would have turned red and fumes would have come out of your ears. 

“Grow up?” You shot back. “Grow up? Jimin, you grow up! What makes you think that you can throw around the relationship like it’s soccer?” 

Jimin turned back around, fury burning in his eyes. “You know what? Maybe I did sleep with her! So what? So what if I slept with her? She sure is better than you!” 

The sentence sent spikes of hurt directly to your heart. At that moment, the tears started forming as you stayed silent and stared at your boyfriend. You never pegged him for being so mean. The adrenaline and emotions were still on high, causing you to feel more emotional. 

The silence that followed was deafening and you found yourself grabbing your keys, softly closing the main door behind you. No matter how angry, you were the one who brought this topic up. While you had the right to know what was going on, admittedly, you could’ve done better at your phrasing of words as well. 

But as you walked down the street, your heart was still pounding and your thoughts in turmoil. You were hurt by what Jimin had said. Half of you know that he probably did not mean it but the other half of you was in pain at the thought that he truly - truly - cheated on you. You walked in circles at the nearby park until the sky slowly darkened. 

You didn’t want to go home yet, deciding to get yourself an ice cream cone on the way instead. It wasn’t until you were walking home, one hand tucked in the puffer jacket you stanched from the ottoman and the other holding the sweet treat, that you realised the magnitude of the situation - the bond between you and Jimin, sitting dormant for three years, had been strained. The both of you were so welled up in being the perfect match for each other that you forget the imperfections of each other as well. 

You knew that there was no running away from this situation - one way or the other, the both of you would have to face each other and have a talk. So with a determined sigh, you finished your cone and took lift up. You quickly typed in the passcode, shrugging off your coat and shoes, placing your keys in the dish Jimin made with the boys just last summer. You had thought it was too cute to be sitting in the cabinets, so you had taken it out to be used as a dish for the keys. 

You heard before you saw Jimin walking up to you, eyes red-rimmed and tired - a reflection of the emotional turmoil the both of you are going through. 

“Can… Can we talk?” You asked meekly, voice filled with vulnerability as you trained your eyes on the floor, missing the flash of pain as Jimin stared at you. 

Jimin hesitated before saying, “Yeah, let’s… let’s head over to the sofa. Or would you prefer somewhere else?”

You shook your head and the both of you walked together. The room felt heavy with the weight of the unspoken words. 

It was silent as the both of you stared at each other until Jimin broke it. “I’m sorry for what I said. I swear I didn’t cheat. I swear… I swear nothing like that happened. It was - it was just in the heat of the moment… that I said that.” Jimin’s voice and actions grew frantic as if trying to prove his point. “I swear - Y/N, I swear I didn’t - I wouldn’t -”

You took a leap of faith and stepped forward, encasing him in your arms. You gently pushed his head into the crook of your neck as he sobbed. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I swear - I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it. I promise I didn’t! It’s not true!” Jimin wailed.

Your heart ached to see your boyfriend in such a miserable state. In the three years you were together, the both of you never had an argument this bad and you have never seen this side of him. 

Vulnerable and sobbing in your arms. 

You caressed his hair, soothing him. “It’s fine, Jimin. I know you didn’t mean it. I’m sorry too. I accused you without giving you a chance to explain the situation.” 

Jimin continued crying on your shoulder and you were starting to feel the ache from holding most of his body weight while standing. Slowly, you moved over to the sofa, setting the both of you down comfortably. Jimin’s hands immediately tightened as you moved away from him. 

“Please don’t go. Please don’t leave me… Please! I’ll do anything to prove to you I didn’t. I swear I didn’t!”

You brought your hands up to the hysterical man, cupping his puffy cheeks between them. “I’m not leaving. I’m not leaving. I’m just gonna grab some tissue, okay?”

Jimin shook his head. “No… Pleaseee…” 

You sighed and sat back down, allowing the oversized baby to cuddle deeper into the couch, dragging you along. You turned to face him, bringing your sleeves over your palms to wipe away his tears. “I’m sorry I said those words too. I’m sorry I hurt you.”

Jimin’s head didn’t leave your shoulder as he continued to nuzzle at your throat with a few occasional sniffles.  

“I’m sorry too. Shouldn’t have been so defensive.” His voice was muffled.

You shook your head. “You had every right to. It was my fault for bringing it up like that and accusing you.” You sighed. “Jimin…” 

He hummed.

“Jimin, our relationship -”

“No, No, I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” He clinged onto you. 

“Not that Jimin.” Your boyfriend had a way of overthinking the best situations into the worst so you could only imagine what he is thinking of now. “Jimin, I think we need to communicate more. We have been trying to be the best for each other but we forget that loving the other is loving them as a whole.”

“We keep so much from each other, not wanting the other to see the ‘bad sides’. But Jimin, I love you for you. And I know I can be tough to keep up with, I’m sorry.”

You hanged your head. 

Now, it was Jimin’s turn to bring your face to his, lips pressed against yours. “I love you, wholly, Y/N. I’m sorry if I don’t show that enough. And I think you’re right, we need to work on our communication. It’s absolutely broken on completely different wavelengths.”

You giggled at his choice of words. 

“Yeah… We should’ve been on the same ‘wavelength’ the moment you told me you’d adopt a dog for me if it made me less lonely at home.”  

“Aish! Forget that already would you! Why do you always remember these cheesy stuff I told you!” Jimin whined at you. 

The both of you sat together, cuddled up on the sofa, soaking in the presence of the other. 

“Our bond means so much to me. I don’t want one fight to define us.” You truthfully told Jimin as he held you closer, agreeing with your statement. 

“We’ll come out stronger.” He promised. 

As the night deepened and the both of you got hungry, Jimin made you cup noodles, stealing some of yours after he finished his share. Starting a chopsticks fight, you very obviously lost, guard slipping every time he tickles you. At that very moment, looking into Jimin’s eyes and hearing his bright laughter beside you, you knew that this connection - this bond - was forever worth fighting for. You knew that the road ahead wasn’t going to be butterflies and flowers but you were willing to try. 

Willing to strip yourself bare and give him you. Every part of you, you would give it to him. Until the very last thing was your heart - you’d place it in his hands. And then, you have no worries that he would ever break it, holding it between you like glass. Taking his like a puzzle piece, the both of you weaved threads and loops, creating a picture future together.

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Upon A Star | PJM ☆ 1

Story Summary: Nineteen-year-old Y/n debuts as an idol under Hybe Entertainment, only to find her almost-boyfriend, BTS’s Park Jimin, is under the same company. Their painful “breakup” two years ago, driven by misunderstandings and trainee pressures, left unresolved feelings. As Y/n navigates her new life in the spotlight, she frequently encounters Jimin during rehearsals and events, sparking media speculation and fan rumors. Forced to confront their past, they struggle to remain professional while deciding whether to rekindle their romance or move on, all amidst the demands of their careers.

Pairing: jiminxreader

Genres: series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au

Word count: 5.6k

A/N: Hi! This is the first chapter in this series. I apologize for making it short, but next chapter will be much longer. I’ve worked really hard on this and hope you enjoy.

Y/n

This is the moment I’ve been dreaming of. My heart pounds in my chest, threatening to break free from my ribcage. Behind me, the rest of the group waits, just as nervous as I am. I reach back and grab a member’s hand. It’s trembling, her fingertips icy against mine. I give her hand a reassuring squeeze, even though my own fear threatens to take over.

Screams erupt all around us, nearly drowning out the ticking of the metronome in our earpieces. Suddenly, a deep voice cuts through the chaos. “G6ix, up next. Five minutes till showtime.” The metronome resumes, a relentless reminder that this is real. My breathing falters, shaky and uneven. I drop my head, close my eyes, and inhale deeply. This is happening—ready or not.

The six members behind me are quietly mustering their courage. I turn to them, forcing a confident smile. “We’re going to be great,” I say, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. They relax slightly, their faces softening. But truthfully, I’m just as terrified as they are.

“Five… four… three… two… one…” The voice in our earpieces counts down, and we rush to the side of the stage. “Go!”

My members jog past me onto the stage, waving to the audience with practiced confidence. The screams are deafening, vibrating in my chest. I follow closely behind the member in front of me, my mind racing with every step. Don’t mess this up. Don’t ruin everything we’ve worked for.

The crowd settles, and the opening notes of our song begin. I exhale, letting muscle memory take over. The stage trembles beneath us as we give everything we have, every movement sharp and precise. The lights blind me, but the energy of the audience keeps me grounded. They’re all here for us. I can’t believe it.

Jimin

Today has been exhausting. I had planned to spend the last few hours of free time doing absolutely nothing, but Jungkook had other ideas. He’s on his way over with food, insisting that I eat with him. To pass the time, I scroll aimlessly on TikTok. My ‘For You’ page isn’t showing my usual content—no dance challenges or comedy skits. Instead, it’s a random mix of topics: a movie sequel releasing next summer, product reviews, and a new girl group that just debuted.

One video catches my attention: a clip of the group’s debut performance. I tap on it. They’re good but clearly nervous. The camera zooms in on each member’s face, and I almost scroll away until I see her. I blink, my heart skipping a beat. Rewinding the video, I pause on her face. Lee Y/n. She’s right there on my screen.

I unpause, keeping my eyes locked on her the entire time. Toward the end, the camera focuses on her singing the outro. Her voice is amazing, so much stronger than it was two years ago. She sings the final words, turning toward the camera with a smile before joining her group. I watch the video two more times, then shut off my phone, embarrassed. I’m supposed to be sleeping right now, not getting caught up in the past. My stomach churns as her face lingers in my mind.

A knock at the door pulls me back to reality. Jungkook walks in, carrying bags of food and setting them on the coffee table before I can move. “I brought plenty,” he announces. We sit down to eat, cracking jokes and laughing. I try to focus on the moment, but thoughts of her won’t go away.

“Hey, Kook,” I ask, rolling a spoon between my fingers. “Did you see the group that debuted under Hybe?”

He nods, wiping his mouth. “Yeah, they’re really good. I’ve seen some of the members around before.”

“Which ones?”

Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “Why do you want to know?”

“It’s not like that. I’m just curious,” I reply, shoving a spoonful of rice into my mouth.

“Mm.” He picks up his phone, scrolling to a TikTok. “Li Niki, Song Haein, and Lee Y/n,” he says, pointing them out.

“What are they like?”

He pauses, thinking. “Y/n was nice. Well, they were all nice, but she stood out. Probably because she was the prettiest.” He grins.

“Did she know who you were?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “When she was a trainee, they took her phone. Said they wanted her to focus entirely on debuting.”

“I wish they’d done that for us,” I joke.

He nods. “Would’ve been helpful.”

Hours later, we’re still laughing and talking. I get up to throw away the snack wrappers, yawning. “I’m heading home,” Jungkook says, grabbing his stuff.

“See you later,” I reply, waving him off before finishing up. After taking out the trash, I finally crawl into bed. My eyes close, but my mind won’t stop replaying the day. Lee Y/n’s face appears, and I groan, opening my eyes. She really debuted under Hybe.

Grabbing my phone, I download G6ix’s album. It’s not weird to listen to their music, right?

My alarm blares, jolting me awake. I groggily pat around until my fingers slap the edge of my phone, dragging it closer. With a heavy sigh, I press the cancel button and sit up. Waking up early has never been my favorite thing. After a quick shower and brushing my teeth, I shuffle my playlist and let the music fill the room as I get ready.

The outfit my stylist chose isn’t something I’d usually wear, but I put it on anyway. As I tug a sweater over my head, I freeze. A familiar voice plays through the speaker—G6ix’s song. Quickly, I pull the sweater the rest of the way down and grab my phone, staring at the album artwork. A black background with a pink star in the center. The members are dressed in blue jeans and white shirts, standing together in a simple but striking formation. My heart tugs at the sight. Shaking it off, I pause the music, power down my phone, and tuck it into my pocket. I lace my boots, double-check my bag, and head out the door.

The streets are alive with the morning rush. Crisp air nips at my ears as the wind cuts through, but I make it to the Hybe building quickly. The moment I step inside, I’m greeted by the familiar chaos of a photo shoot: lights being adjusted, backdrops set in place, and people rushing with purpose. I nod and smile at a few idols before heading to the dressing room to check in with the stylist.

An assistant walks in and hands me the day’s schedule with a polite smile. As I scan the details, a voice from across the room stops me in my tracks. Y/n. She’s talking to the makeup artist, completely unaware of my presence—until our eyes meet.

For a moment, time seems to stand still. Shock flickers between us before we both recover. I nod and offer a small smile, trying to keep my expression neutral. She mirrors it, but there’s an unspoken tension in the air, the weight of past memories pressing down. Neither of us expected this. I quietly excuse myself, needing space to clear my head.

While helping set up the equipment, I can’t stop stealing glances at her. Memories bubble up, but I shove them aside. Focus. I catch her watching me once, just for a moment, before she turns back to what she’s doing. Is she thinking about the past too?

The shoot moves along smoothly, but the silence between us makes it hard to concentrate. My hands slip as I adjust the backdrop, pinching my fingers painfully. “Damn it,” I mutter, shaking my hand to ease the sting. I hear a soft giggle and glance up to see Y/n quickly covering her mouth, trying to stifle her laughter. The sound is light, familiar, and briefly disarms me.

When we finally wrap up, relief floods me. I pack up quickly, eager to leave and let the day settle. Before I head out, I glance at Y/n one last time. She’s busy with the makeup artist again, her expression unreadable. I turn away and walk out, the weight of unspoken words trailing behind me.

Y/N

The studio feels like home by now—the familiar smell of makeup, the hum of lighting equipment, and the quiet buzz of staff moving with purpose. Today’s solo shoot is a big one, my first since debuting. My stylist adjusts the strap of my dress as the photographer fine-tunes the angles of the spotlight. I take a steadying breath, trying to ignore the knots in my stomach.

“You’ve got this, Y/N,” the stylist says with an encouraging smile.

I nod, trying to believe her. The click of the camera begins, and I shift into the first pose. Confidence starts to settle in as I fall into a rhythm, my movements becoming fluid and natural. The photographer offers occasional feedback, praising my expressions and angles. For a brief moment, I forget about everything outside this room.

But then the door creaks open.

The faint sound of music from the dance studio across the hall seeps in, the familiar bassline tugging at a memory. I glance toward the door, my heart skipping a beat when I see him—Park Jimin. He’s wearing a loose black hoodie and sweatpants, his face slightly flushed, probably from practice. His hair sticks to his forehead, damp with sweat. He pauses when our eyes meet, his expression unreadable.

The seconds stretch unbearably. I quickly look away, turning back to the camera, but my focus is shattered. My body stiffens as the photographer calls for another pose, but the fluidity I’d found earlier is gone.

“Take five,” the photographer sighs, sensing my sudden shift.

I step away from the set, needing air, but my path to the hallway feels like a trap. Jimin’s still there, leaning casually against the wall, his gaze heavy as he watches me approach. There’s no escaping it now.

“Y/N,” he says, his voice quiet but firm.

“Jimin,” I reply, trying to sound indifferent.

“You look… busy,” he says, glancing at the setup behind me.

“And you look like you’ve been working hard,” I say, motioning toward his sweat-soaked clothes. My attempt at casualness comes out colder than I intend.

His lips twitch into a faint smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “It’s good to see you’re doing well,” he says after a beat of silence.

I swallow hard, the words sticking in my throat. “You too,” I manage.

The silence between us feels heavier than the noise of the studio. The air is thick with unspoken words, memories threatening to resurface. I start to walk past him, my heart pounding so loudly I’m sure he can hear it.

But then his voice stops me.

“Good luck with the shoot,” he says, his tone dismissive.

I nod, unable to muster anything more, and walk away. But even as I return to the set, his presence lingers, his voice echoing in my mind. For the rest of the shoot, I can’t shake the feelings I felt when he walked in.

The dorm is quiet now, except for the faint sounds of laughter coming from the living room. The rest of the group is in high spirits, chatting and teasing each other. Their voices drift through the walls, but here I am, lying in bed, alone with my thoughts. The bed is soft, the covers warm, and yet it feels like nothing is quite right. I turn over, burying my face in the pillow, trying to block out everything around me.

Today was… strange. Seeing Jimin again felt like a blur, a mixture of nostalgia and confusion. At first, when our eyes met across the studio, I couldn’t help but freeze. The shock was instant, but not in the way I expected. It wasn’t anger or hurt that flooded me, but a strange sense of déjà vu. The same feeling I had when I left—like I was making a choice, but unsure of where that choice would take me.

I roll over, staring at the ceiling. His face had been so familiar, almost too much. His eyes, the eyes that used to be my safe place, were still so full of that quiet warmth. Yet, there was a distance, a wall between us now, something unspoken.

Why now? Why is the universe bringing him back into my orbit, just when I thought I was moving on, when I thought I had finally gotten my footing in this new life? It’s not like I’m pining for him. I’m not sitting here regretting everything that happened. But it’s like a door was left open, and I don’t know if I should walk through it or close it once and for all.

The laughter in the other room rises and falls, but it doesn’t reach me the way it usually does. Normally, I would join them, joke around, laugh along. But tonight, I just can’t. The silence here feels safer.

I close my eyes, replaying the brief interaction from earlier. It was a simple exchange, very superficial. He asked how I was, and I said I was doing well. And then, as I walked away, he wished me good luck. That was it. It wasn’t some grand moment of reunion. But something in the way he said those words, something in the way his eyes lingered on me for just a second too long—it made me feel like there was more I should’ve said. But there was no room for it. Not now.

I run a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly. I don’t need to re-open that wound. I don’t need to re-enter that chapter of my life. But why does it feel like the universe is pushing me in his direction? Every time I think I’ve closed the door, something reminds me of everything I left behind. Is it a sign? A test? Or am I just overthinking?

Sighing, I sit up in bed and pull my knees to my chest. I stare at the soft light of the lamp on the nightstand, the warm glow offering some comfort.

Maybe I’m not supposed to have the answers right now. Maybe I’m not supposed to know what today meant. Life isn’t always clear-cut, and people aren’t as simple as we’d like them to be. And so much has changed in these past two years.

But still, a part of me wonders if the universe is testing me. Whether it’s trying to tell me something, or if it’s just showing me that some connections, no matter how far apart we grow, never truly disappear.

I lay back down, my head sinking into the pillow once more. The laughter in the living room continues, a little louder now, and I can almost feel their warmth through the walls. The familiar sound is a reminder that, no matter what, I have my group. I have this new chapter, and it’s mine to write.

But for tonight, I’ll let myself wonder. Why now? And why him?

The morning light peeks through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. I wake up slowly, the remnants of a restless sleep still hanging over me. It’s not like I didn’t sleep well—just that my thoughts kept drifting to things I didn’t want to think about. I stretch, rubbing my eyes as I sit up and take in the quiet of the dorm. The sound of distant chatter and clattering from the kitchen below tells me the other members are already up.

After a quick shower, I change into comfortable practice clothes—just a hoodie and leggings—and grab my bag. I can’t help but notice the slight flutter of nerves in my stomach. Today feels different, though I can’t put my finger on why. Maybe it’s just another day of practice, just another day to get better, but there’s an underlying tension that keeps me on edge.

I make my way to the kitchen, where a couple of members are finishing breakfast. The morning bustle is comforting in its routine, but it doesn’t do much to ease the unsettled feeling in my stomach. I sit down with a cup of coffee, and we talk about our plans for the day, the usual mix of excitement and exhaustion. But that feeling never quite disappears.

“Are you ready for practice today?” one of the members asks as she slides a bowl of cereal in front of me.

“Yeah, I think so,” I say, though my voice betrays my nerves. I’m trying not to focus on whatever this is building inside me, trying to push it aside and focus on what’s in front of me.

The walk to the practice room is uneventful, the cool morning air doing little to calm the nerves gnawing at me. As we enter the studio, the familiar hum of the place sets a sense of rhythm, and I breathe easier for a moment. But as I start to stretch, my phone buzzes in my pocket. A quick glance tells me it’s a message from our manager.

“Meeting in 30 minutes. Big news. Be ready.”

My stomach flips. A meeting? My mind instantly racing. But it’s not long before that gut feeling shifts. Something feels different about today. My thoughts circle back to Jimin, though I try to push them down. I can’t get worried now.

The buzzer rings, and we’re all called into the meeting room. We gather around, exchanging curious glances, none of us sure of what to expect. Our manager walks in, his face a mixture of excitement and serious business. He wastes no time.

“Okay, everyone, listen up,” he begins. “I’ve got some big news. You’re all going to be part of a major game show event in two months. It’s a live show, meant to promote G6ix. You’ll be meeting idols from a variety of different groups, competing in challenges, and introducing yourselves to an even bigger audience.”

The room goes silent as we process the news. A game show. Live. There’s a certain weight to the announcement, and I can feel the excitement building, even as my own thoughts begin to spiral. I force myself to focus on what he’s saying.

“You’ll be paired with idols from the biggest groups—BTS, G-idle, Seventeen, Stray Kids, Ateez, Twice, Itzy, and more,” he continues, his words almost blending together in the buzzing air of the room. I can hear the shock and excitement in the members’ voices as they start talking over each other, reacting to the names, the possibilities.

My heart races. BTS. Jimin. I can’t stop my thoughts from rushing back to him. The idea of being on live TV, in front of thousands, maybe millions, with him standing there… it’s overwhelming. What if I freeze up? What if I forget what to do?

I blink a few times, trying to keep myself grounded, but it’s not helping. My mind is reeling. I can’t even imagine what it would be like standing in front of all these idols—people who were once just names to me, faces on a screen, and now they’ll be real. They’ll be right there, with us, competing alongside us.

“Are you okay?” A member asks, snapping me out of my thoughts. I look over at her, offering a weak smile.

“Yeah, just… processing,” I reply, but the truth is, I’m not sure I’m okay at all. How am I supposed to act around them? Around him?

I feel my heart flutter again, but this time, it’s not just excitement. It’s also fear and uncertainty. What if I make a fool of myself in front of all of them? In front of Jimin?

The manager continues talking, explaining the details of the game show, but I find it hard to focus. All I can think about is the idea of being on camera, surrounded by idols who are far more experienced in the spotlight than I am. And then there’s Jimin, always lurking in the back of my mind.

What if I freeze up when I see him? What if I get nervous and say something stupid, or worse, embarrass myself?

I push the thoughts aside, trying to breathe through it. I don’t have time to worry about things I can’t control. I need to focus on the present, on the group, on the opportunity we’ve been given.

“Alright,” the manager concludes, “It’s going to be intense, but this is a huge chance for G6ix to shine. So get ready. Practice hard, and when it’s time, give it everything you’ve got.”

The room is buzzing again as everyone talks excitedly. I force myself to smile, but the knot in my stomach is only growing tighter. I have to find a way to stay calm. I have to keep my composure.

Jimin

The practice room is unusually quiet, the only sounds coming from the faint hum of the speakers and the occasional shuffle of shoes against the hardwood floor. It’s rare for the seven of us to get a moment of peace, but we’d earned it after the morning’s grueling choreography session. I sit against the mirror, a towel draped over my shoulders, catching my breath while the others are sprawled across the room in various states of exhaustion.

My mind drifts as I sip on my water bottle, letting the stillness calm the racing thoughts in my head. It’s been a packed schedule lately, with no real time to think about anything else. But even so, Y/N keeps slipping into my thoughts. Ever since I saw her again at the studio, it’s been impossible to push her from my mind.

“BTS, meeting in ten,” a staff member announces, sticking her head into the room.

Namjoon sits up immediately, always the responsible leader. “Let’s go.”

I groan softly but pull myself to my feet, tossing the towel onto my bag. Meetings usually mean schedules, and schedules mean more packed days. But we’ve done this for two years now; it’s nothing new.

The seven of us file into the conference room, where our manager is already waiting, his clipboard in hand and a laptop open in front of him. He looks excited, which instantly puts me on edge. Excited managers mean surprises, and surprises rarely mean more rest.

“Good timing,” he says, gesturing for us to sit. “This is big news, so I need your full attention.”

We settle into our seats, exchanging curious glances. The air feels charged, like something important is coming.

“You’ve been invited to participate in a live game show,” he begins, his voice carrying that edge of authority that always demands focus. “It’s designed to promote newer groups while featuring established idols as mentors and competitors. You’ll be working with G6ix and several other rookie groups.”

The room buzzes instantly as the other members react.

“A game show? Sounds fun,” Taehyung says, his voice laced with curiosity.

“Who else is participating?” Jungkook asks, leaning forward, already intrigued.

Our manager scrolls through his notes. “Alongside G6ix, there’ll be groups like G-Idle, Seventeen, Stray Kids, Ateez, Twice, Itzy, and more. It’s going to be a star-studded event, so the pressure will be high.”

The buzz in the room grows louder as everyone reacts, excitement mixing with anticipation. But for me, the words hit differently. G6ix. Y/N.

I feel my stomach drop, my pulse quickening. A live game show, with her there. It’s not just the pressure of being on live TV—it’s the thought of being in her presence again, in front of an audience, with cameras capturing every second of it.

“You’ll be participating in games, challenges, and group interactions,” the manager continues, oblivious to my internal spiral. “It’s a fantastic opportunity to connect with other idols and engage with fans in a more casual setting. Think of it as a mix of promotion and fun.”

Namjoon nods thoughtfully. “It’s a good chance for exposure,” he agrees.

But I barely hear him. My thoughts are racing, images of Y/N flashing through my mind. How am I supposed to act around her? What if I can’t control my reactions? What if the cameras catch something—anything—that I don’t want the world to see?

“Jimin?”

I snap back to reality, realizing everyone is looking at me. “Huh?”

“You alright?” Yoongi asks, raising an eyebrow.

I nod quickly, forcing a smile. “Yeah, just thinking about what kind of games we’ll have to play.”

“Don’t worry,” Jungkook says, smirking. “You’re good at games. Just don’t let your competitive streak scare the rookies.”

The others laugh, and I join in, though it feels hollow. My mind is too preoccupied to fully engage. I keep thinking about what it’ll be like to stand across from her, to see her in that setting. I’ve seen Y/N on stage, I’ve seen her growth as a performer, but being this close again—especially with the world watching—it feels like too much.

The meeting wraps up with our manager handing out schedules and notes about the show. As we leave the room, the others are still talking about the event, speculating on what games we’ll play and which groups they’re excited to meet. I trail behind, lost in my thoughts.

Once we’re back in the practice room, I sit on the floor and lean against the mirror, staring blankly at my water bottle.

“Live TV,” I mutter under my breath. “With her.”

I can’t decide what’s worse: the idea of facing her again or the fact that part of me is looking forward to it.

Y/N

Three weeks. It’s been three weeks since the news of the game show was dropped on us, and ever since, I’ve been running into Jimin more than I ever expected. It’s like the universe is intentionally testing me. The Hybe building is huge, with countless studios, offices, and hallways, yet somehow, our paths keep crossing.

The first time was in the cafeteria. He was grabbing a water bottle, and I was in line for coffee. Our eyes met for a brief, awkward moment before we both looked away, pretending it hadn’t happened. The next time, it was in a hallway between practice rooms. He was heading out as I was coming in, and all I could manage was a tight-lipped nod before brushing past him.

Every encounter feels the same—awkward glances, stiff words, and an invisible wall between us that neither of us seems willing to break. My group members have noticed, of course. They’re observant, especially Haein.

“Hey, Y/N.” Haein’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts one night as we sit in the dorm’s cozy living room. The others are scattered around, some watching a drama, others scrolling on their phones. “Can we talk? Privately?”

My stomach twists. “Sure,” I say, following her into the shared bedroom we both sleep in.

She closes the door behind us and leans against it, her arms crossed. “So… what’s up with you and Jimin?”

My heart skips a beat. “What do you mean?” I ask, feigning ignorance.

Haein raises an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. “Don’t play dumb. Every time you see him, you get weird. And don’t think I haven’t noticed the way he looks at you, too. There’s history there.”

I sigh, sinking onto the edge of my bed. “It’s complicated,” I admit.

Haein sits beside me, her voice softening. “Then uncomplicate it. What happened?”

I hesitate, staring at my hands. Part of me wants to keep it all bottled up, but the other part—the part that’s been carrying this weight alone for too long—wants to let it out.

“We dated… kind of,” I finally say, my voice barely above a whisper.

Haein’s eyes widen. “You… and Jimin?”

I nod, my throat tightening. “It was years ago, before I became a trainee. We met through mutual friends. It was perfect—he was kind, supportive, and everything I could’ve asked for. But then… things got complicated.”

She doesn’t interrupt, just waits patiently for me to continue.

Flashback

The night was cold, and the city lights blurred in the rain as I sat across from Jimin in the small café where we always met. The warmth of the space did nothing to ease the ice in my chest. I had rehearsed this conversation a hundred times, but now that he was sitting there—his soft eyes filled with exhaustion but still looking at me with so much love and adoration—my resolve felt like it was crumbling.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” His voice was gentle, but there was an edge of worry. He could always read me too well.

I gripped the warm mug of tea in my hands, staring at it as though it held the answers I didn’t know how to say. “I… I think we need to talk,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Jimin stiffened, his fingers tightening around his cup. “That doesn’t sound good,” he said, his tone cautious.

“It’s not,” I admitted, finally forcing myself to look up at him. His hair was slightly damp from the rain, his hoodie slightly too big on him. He looked so vulnerable, so real, and it only made the ache in my chest worse.

“Are you… leaving me?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly.

I felt the first tear slip down my cheek. “Jimin, you’re about to debut. Your entire life is about to change. You’re busier than ever, and I don’t want to be one more thing pulling at you. You deserve to focus on your dream.”

“No,” he said firmly, shaking his head. “Y/N, no. Please don’t do this.”

“It’s for the best,” I insisted, though my voice wavered.

“For the best? For who? Because it’s not for me,” he said, his tone rising with desperation. “Y/N, I know I’ve been busy. I know I haven’t been around as much as I should, but I love you. I love you, and I’m trying.”

His words felt like a punch to my chest. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure. “I know you’re trying, Jimin. But I feel like… like I’m becoming a distraction. You’re exhausted all the time. You barely have a moment to breathe.”

“You’re not a distraction,” he said, his voice breaking. “You’re the only thing that keeps me sane, Y/N. When I’m tired, when I feel like I can’t do it anymore, I think about you. Please, don’t take that away from me.”

Tears streamed down his face, and seeing him like that—so vulnerable, so raw—was almost too much to bear. My own tears blurred my vision as I reached across the table, taking his hand in mine.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I whispered. “But I feel like I’m already hurting you by staying.”

“You’re not,” he insisted, his grip on my hand tightening. “We can figure this out. Please, Y/N. Don’t do this.”

I bit my lip, trying to hold back a sob. “Jimin, you deserve someone who can live with you having to divide your attention between your career and your relationship. I don’t think I can be that person.”

“You’re all I want,” he said, his voice trembling. “Don’t leave me. Please.”

My heart shattered into pieces as I watched him cry, his shoulders shaking as he clung to my hand like it was the only thing keeping him afloat. I wanted so badly to take it all back, to tell him I’d stay, but I knew deep down that I was making the best decision for him. His dream was bigger than the both of us, and I couldn’t compete with it anymore.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, my voice cracking under the weight of my own heartbreak. “I love you, Jimin. But I have to go.”

His hand slipped from mine as he leaned back, tears streaming down his face. “Why are you doing this to me?” he asked, his voice breaking.

I couldn’t answer him. All I could do was stand, grabbing my bag and walking away before I lost the strength to leave. As I stepped out into the rain, my sobs finally broke free, my chest heaving with pain.

It felt like I had left a part of myself in that café, and no matter how far I walked, I couldn’t escape the feeling of emptiness that followed me.

Present

I blink, the memory fading as Haein’s voice pulls me back to the present.

“Wow,” she says softly. “That’s… a lot.”

“It was the hardest decision I’ve ever made,” I admit, my voice trembling. “I cried for weeks afterward. And even now, seeing him again, it’s like ripping open an old wound.”

Haein places a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Do you still have feelings for him?”

I shake my head quickly. “No, it’s not that. It’s just… seeing him reminds me of everything I made him give up. And I don’t know how to act around him. He feels like a stranger, but also… someone I used to know better than anyone.”

She squeezes my shoulder gently. “Maybe this game show is the universe’s way of giving you closure. Or maybe it’s a second chance. Either way, you’re going to have to face it.”

I nod, though my chest feels heavy. As Haein leaves the room, I lie back on my bed, staring at the ceiling. The laughter of my members echoes faintly from the living room, a stark contrast to the turmoil in my heart.

Three weeks ago, I thought I’d moved on. But now, I’m not so sure.

[kpopyourcherryy]

Darling

Genre; Smut

Length; Quick Spicy Read

Kinks; Praise Kink, Dom/Sub hints, etc.

JiminxReader

Authors Note; Hey everyone! It’s me, ya girl Jade~ I really have been needing a creative outlet again as of late- lots of things in my life has changed so getting into writing once again was a difficult thing for me to be able to do- but hopefully now I can get my brain in the swing of things again, so I decided to bless you all with this smutty little read to test the waters! Please inbox me with any feedback<3

The morning sun shone threw your semi-sheer curtains, though you had already been tossing and turning all night.

“Mhmmm..” You whines, pulling the blanket over your head, covering your partners too.

Jimin stirs from your movement, “Ahh babe.. what are you doing?” Wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you in so tightly before planting soft pecks along the back of your neck. His lips cause chills to run down your spine as you melt into his arms while softly rubbing his forearms.

“I couldn’t sleep all night..” You complain, feeling your tiredness weigh you down even more so than before. Turning to face him, you gently grasp his cheeks, squishing and poking at his face, “Wake up already my loveeee,” Whining as he shakes his head, “Come on just get up with me.”

“My sweet darling girl,” He teasingly retorts with sleep still lacing his words, “Just because you can’t sleep doesn’t mean I have to be up too.” His eyes still closed as you continue to pester him.

“Please,” You whine, softly kissing both cheeks, “Please I’ll do anything you want..” Your lips slowly meet his, giving him a small sweet peck, “I just want a little company now.”

His mouth curled into a gentle smile, “Anything?” He preened, despite his half asleep state you could always count for his mind to travel to the dirtiest parts of his imagination no matter the time of day. He adored the images in his head of your eyes rolling back as he kissed your neck, the way your sweet moans became engrained in his mind. “Hmm..” His soft purr as his mind traveled and his tired eyes opened, examining your face before turning down to your chest.

“Don’t tease me like that,” Jimin’s hands grazed your sides, “You know where my mind goes when you say you’ll do anything for me- don’t you baby?”

You could feel chills running up your spine as his hands gently caressed you, his touch getting higher and higher, “Maybe I like teasing you..” You hummed, allowing his lips to meet yours in another quick peck.

His fingertips ran along the shape of your breast, stopping in the middle only to lightly circle your already hardening nipple. “No darling, don’t do that to me this early in the morning,” He whined, “Why don’t you be a good girl for me y/n?”

Your name sounded like silk coming from him, “I always am aren’t I?” You purred back, your eyes met his- his gaze pierced through you as his hands continued their soft onslaught up and down your torso. Jimin’s hands carefully caressed you, paying close attention to every curve, rubbing your soft belly before lowering his touch.

His plush lips curled into a smirk, “Hmm..” He hummed, his fingertips dug into your outer hip; slowly drawing you for another sweet kiss. “Sometimes.” Giggling before your lips met his, your tongues softly swiped against one another as your body instinctively melted into his. You couldn’t help the way your body reacted instantly, you could feel a gentle heat rise in your core as you laid back into the mattress as he climbed on top of you. With one hand holding him up, the other eagerly explored your body, “The things you do to me y/n..” He purred, breaking your kiss to trail it from your neck down to your stomach. The soft kisses he peppered on you only heightened your senses, goosebumps littered your skin as he kissed ever so softly right above your core.

“Ahh, Jimin..~” You airily whined, biting your lower lip as you propped yourself up on your elbows- watching the gorgeous man in front of you preparing himself for his first meal of the day. “Your lips feel so good on me, my love.~” The lust laced words left your mouth as you watched his hands hook around the waistband of your pajama shorts, slinking them off.

“I’m so glad you don’t wear panties to bed.” Jimin teased through his grin, his cheeks flushed as he began kissing your inner thighs- you would’ve never guessed this man was just asleep with the way his demeanor radiated his need for you already. “I love you.” He hummed, the vibration of his voice enticing you as he began singing sweet nothings to you in between each kiss, “I love your body. I love your scent.” His lips finally met the ones between your legs, earning a sweet whiny moan from you as his tongue swiped along your slit, “I love the way you taste.” He said, looking up at you from between your legs.

As your eyes met, you could feel that gentle heat from earlier instantly turn into a wildfire. You swore you’d never be able to fully wrap your head around the fact that this man had you in the palm of his hand. Your brows furrowed slightly as your mouth hung in a soft gape, your moans spilled out as his eye contact broke- you watched his eyes close as he began to eat you as if he were starving.

“Oh my god~” You whimpered while his tongue circled your clit, his hands gripped your thighs- keeping them apart as you couldn’t help but try to close them as his attack already seemed to be too overwhelming for your tired body. “Ah- Ah-~~ you eat me so fucking good.~” Your praise only seemed to entice him even more as he licked and sucked at your heat, focusing all of his attention into making you feel good.

Before you knew it, you couldn’t keep your body propped up any longer. Falling back into the mattress, your hands entangled themselves into his bed head, pulling his angelic face even closer into you. Electric tingles shot through your body as you could feel him moan into you- he loved making you feel good, making you feel like all you could think about was him; he loved every second of it, the way you gently tugged his hair as your body ached for him to be closer- it was one of the most euphoric feelings.

Slowly, you could feel your chest tighten as that heat from your core spread to your face. Your cheeks flushed from the heat as you felt your end nearing, “Ah~ darling~” You whimpered in between your moans, “I’m so close, so so close.” Your eyes shut as your fingers tugged harder, his motions quickening as he begged to taste his reward. “F-Fuck!~” You whined, his fastening onslaught throwing you over the edge with ease.

His darkened eyes, finally peered up at you- a sly smirk sprawled across his sweet, cum covered face as he softly lapped up what remained. “You taste so good, my darling girl..” His voice was like silk as he kissed up your heaving body. “We still have another hour before we have to get up for the day..” He teased, sitting up on his knees as he kept his place between your legs; gripping your hips, he leaned forward to kiss you as his hardened member rubbed against your sensitive core, “Let’s cum together this time, hmm?”

[thedeluluverse]

Balancing the Scales

Author’s Note: To the Anon that requested this, I am SO SORRY it took me this long, but I hope you like it!!

Summary: A misunderstanding between you and your boyfriend of 10 months threatens to destroy what has been so carefully constructed. Is a patch possible or will the castle crumble?

Pairing:  idol!Jimin x animalshelterworker!reader

Rating: 18+

Genre:  light smut, fluff, established relationship, oneshot, angst, idol au

Word Count: 1,877

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI light biting, passionate grabbing, mentions of sex,

It's just a typical day at the animal rescue shelter that you work at when your life changes forever. You are determined that your eyes are playing tricks on you, but you know that smile anywhere!

Your bias from BTS, Jimin, is at the front desk asking where to sign in so he can look at the dogs. Once you shake off your freak-out fog, you practically push your coworker out of the way. She's Namjoon biased anyway; she can deal, right?

Once he fills out the sign-in form, you volunteer to show him around the facility while he tells you his pet preferences. The whole time, you feel like you are vibrating with excitement, but you keep your cool the entire time despite your ARMY heart threatening to give out any moment.

As you head up to the front, he tells you that there's such a good selection that he needs to think it over before he says, "Thanks for all of your help, y/n. Will you be here tomorrow? I don't really feel like re-explaining everything to someone else you know?".

This time, you aren’t able to prevent the flush that appears on your cheeks. Because even though it's work-related, Jimin CHOSE YOU; it's a step towards your dream so yay! You fervently nod your head, ignoring your coworker side-eyeing you.

You know you’re supposed to be off tomorrow, but you will be there no matter what; you have been in love with this man for years, so you will show up unpaid in uniform if it means you can be his little helper.

As soon as he leaves, your coworker agrees to let you pose as though you are on shift, and if he needs access you can't do since you aren't on the clock, she will help you out. You rush home after your shift to ensure everything is ready and clean at a good time so you can be well rested.

For the first time in your life, you wake up a half hour before your alarm from anticipation! You get ready and go in after getting some coffee and a breakfast sandwich at the café nearby.

After waiting for what felt like forever (maybe 2 hours), Jimin shows up with two coffees, which your nerves didn't need but you will accept of course. He insists on walking the whole facility again despite barely looking around, focusing on your words more intently than yesterday.

He says he wants your help figuring out which dog to go with but respects that the shelter closes soon. Naturally, he asks you, "Hey, I'm indecisive, but I know y'all close soon. So would you like to grab some boba with me and help me decide?".

At this, your coworker's jaw is on the floor while yours is trying to maintain normalcy. You grin and, with a shaky voice, say, "I…I'd be honored if you would prefer that over returning tomorrow. I mean, since you can't adopt once we close. Aish, what am I saying…you're a busy man, so let's go get this decided then!".

He can't help but giggle at your flustered state and logic. He knows he will need to return anyway, but if this gets him on a date with you, it's worth the extra trip.

Even though he decides on the brown and white cocker spaniel named Mandu in about 30 minutes, y’all spend hours at the boba shop talking about everything and anything.

This leads to many more meetings starting off as you helping him learn how to take care of and train Mandu, morphing into chill hangouts, and eventually, y'all making your relationship official.

Life is bliss and everything you could dream of until he starts acting strange. It begins with your dates becoming less frequent and Jimin seeming agitated more often than not when he is around you.

A week after your 10-month anniversary, you question your boyfriend, "Chim Chim, what's wrong? You can talk to me…If I did something, please tell me, yell, anything…”

He rolls his eyes, "Y/n, you didn't do anything, okay? Just had a lot on my mind lately. You wouldn't understand; you live a simple life." At this, tears well up in your eyes. "Ouch… I'm just trying to be supportive. Plus, just because I'm not an idol doesn't mean my life is a cakewalk.

You know how much I've struggled before and during being with you. Just because you're great doesn't mean our relationship hasn't also given me side effects. Do you realize how much hate and death threats I've gotten since I started going out with you???

Now, yes, your company is good at shutting them down and ensuring I'm safe, but it isn't fun to encounter. Not to mention you being around all those beautiful idols all of the time…

I know you care about me, but I look nothing like those people, and I am just worried that eventually you will see me the way I do and…don't look at me like that, I'm just saying.".

He just clenches his fists and pokes inside of his cheek with his tongue and responds with, "That's not fucking fair y/n. It's not like I caused those things or given you a reason to be insecure.

I thought I was helping you with anxiety and self-esteem, but I guess I was wrong. I knew this was too good to be true…" With that, he walks out of your apartment and starts the detachment.

It’s the longest month of your life. Feeling like a bother, you stop texting and hanging out with Jimin, partly to teach him a lesson and somewhat because he hurt your feelings. Despite his frequent attempts to meet up and talk things out, you shut him down or give one-word responses.

Feeling desperate, Jimin goes to your work to talk things out only to learn from Alice, your coworker from before, that you purposely changed your schedule so he couldn't just pop up. She also gives him the cold shoulder in solidarity, as she knows what happened.

As it happens, you pull in right as he departs down the road, and for a moment, you consider following him. You miss him but aren't sure you are ready to see him yet.

Fast forward a week, and Alice hits you up because she is tired of you being a homebody. You agree to meet up with her at a local café since you know that alcohol is not a good idea right now.

After waiting an hour and no sign of her or anyone else besides a couple of workers, you are about to leave when you look up from your phone only to see Jimin standing before you.

Gently resting his hand on yours, he pleads for you to give him 10 minutes, and if after that, you aren't convinced, he will never bother you again. He admits that he rented out the café and prepaid for your drink since he knows this is your favorite spot. In addition to the centerpieces being your favorite flower, he just wanted privacy with you in one of your safest places.

For the first 3 minutes, he is profusely apologizing, saying that there had been so many rumors about him and Nayeon recently that you bringing up other women just set him off because he thought you knew that you were the embodiment of beauty to him and never looked at anyone else.

Then he leans forward and rubs your arm for comfort as he sees tears about to fall down your cheek and continues, "Jagiya, I'm so sorry again. When I said, I had a lot on my mind that you wouldn't understand… I don’t mean that you've never had struggles. It was something that I was worried about but didn't know if you were too, but.. now it's time to find out, I guess."

You cock an eyebrow and wipe the tears from your face, "Just tell me, Mochi, I swear it's fine. Just be honest. It can’t be worse than what I’ve been imagining for the past month.”.

He leans back and lets a deep sigh escape his mouth, "Alright, here goes, I love you. I have been for months now. I realized it 2 months before the day I went off and hurt you, but I was worried about saying it too soon. So, I tried to shove the desire down, but it only made me angry because why has society dictated milestones?

If I love you, I should be able to say so whenever I feel it, right? Aish…anyway, when you said you knew I cared about you, it made me pissed again because I wanted to shout to the heavens how in love I was and am with you but didn't know if I should, so yeah….".

The timer goes off, and he sits up straight, staring at you with pleading eyes to say something. You are looking down, fidgeting with your fingers, and processing everything he just said. He goes to leave, taking your silence as a goodbye.

As he arises, you grab the sleeve of his sweater and stand up, saying, "I feel the same way, which is why everything hurt so bad, and I detached so abruptly. I wanted to tell you how I felt, too, but I was too scared of rejection, so I took that day as a sign to back off. “

His eyes go wide, "Oh…I…cool…I mean.. you know what I mean? I just feel like such a pabo (fool) and hope one day you can forgive me, but I get if no—" He is cut off by your lips crashing into his and smiling as he has wanted this for so long.

Once you detach for the sake of breathing, you hurry hand in hand to the public transportation stop, giving little pecks as you wait. Once you get on, you can't help but be stereotypical and sit in his lap. Y'all seem all tiny and cutesy to the others on the train.

Until you get home, and the second that the front door locks, he has you pushed up against the wall, leaving sloppy kisses along your neck and jawline before passionately devouring your lips in his until you are both gasping and trying desperately to hold on to anything to stay grounded.

As soon as y'all head into the bedroom, it's a race of who can get their clothes off faster. Honestly, you can't recall because the millisecond it happens, he has you trapped under him for who knows how long. He shows you with his body how much love he has for you, how sorry he is, and most of all, how much he missed you.

Once both of your bodies are spent, y'all indulge in a sweet bath. He carries you to bed, and you both fall asleep in each other's arms, drifting off to the best sleep of your lives, knowing that there is no more gray area in your relationship, nor will there ever be, because you both agree to communicate everything from now on; there's no way either of you can be apart that long again or would ever want to be.

[kikiswriting7]

Seoul Connection ✈︎ JJK ✈︎ PJM

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Authors note: Hi everyone! I'm back with a new story I've been posting on AO3. It's 20 chapters long, and I’ve already written about 90% of it, so you can expect updates every week. Hope you enjoy it! Synopsis: When Y/N boards a flight to Seoul, she expects a long, uneventful journey, where she will start her new job, where she will stay for only six months before going back home—until she finds herself seated next to an intriguing stranger. What starts as a simple conversation soon turns into something deeper, as fate seems determined to keep bringing them together. With the neon-lit streets of Seoul as their backdrop, what was supposed to be a temporary encounter begins to feel like destiny. But is this connection just a fleeting moment, or the start of something neither of them saw coming? If you prefer reading on AO3

Tags: #BTSFanfiction, #JungkookxReader, #JiminxReader, #JungkookxReaderxJimin, #LoveTriangle, #Polyamory, #SlowBurn, #AngstWithHappyEnding, #EmotionalTension, #FlirtyJimin, #JealousJungkook, #MutualPining, #FriendsToLovers, #UnexpectedReunion, #IdolVerse, #AlternateUniverse, #CanonDivergence, #ReaderInsert, #OriginalFemaleCharacter, #EmotionalGrowth, #BittersweetMoments, #Longing, #WeeklyUpdates, #AlmostComplete, #20Chapters, #KpopFanfic, #BangtanBoys, #BTSAU, #Jungkook is bad at feelings, #More cliches then this one?, #just stay with me through this one

Chapter Links

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20