#k-nayee dreamer

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NAMJOON | The Love-Seat position

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 not much being said when it's already known that Namjoon is both a sweetheart AND a complete Daddy.

Some days he'd fuck the soul out of you like a one-night stand while on others, he makes sweet passionate love as if it's your first time.

Despite the major difference, it's often a mixture of the two; hence why this position is the most favored.

And today seemed like a perfect reason for it the moment he saw you walk through that front door.

Now if it had been any other day, you would have given him a hard time. But with the exhaustion from work and one look at his irresistible dimpled smile, your usual brattiness crumbled.

Within minutes, both of you stripped out of your clothes to indulge in one another.

You shudder at the way his arms wrapped around your waist, your bodies moving at a slow rhythmic pace as if following the beats to a song.

Had it not been for such a strong restraint, Namjoon would have already cummed from the sinful moans and whines that fell from your bruised lips when begging for him to move faster.

It's safe to say that he loves to tease you until your a withering mess.

But what Namjoon loves even more is the sound of your breath hitching in shock at the sudden brutal pace of pistoning in and out of you.

"What was that ____? I couldn't hear. You mind repeating that one more time?"

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SEOKJIN | The Up-the-wall position

It's always assumed that since Jin held the view of being one of the most average in the group, his go-to is vanilla sex.

HELL TO THE NAW.

Second to Taehyung, he's the most off-the-chart ass nigga you've ever met in your entire life.

It doesn't even take much for him to want to fuck you into oblivion.

The second he saw you enter the room, he knew he'd be inside you by the end of the night.

It wasn't much of a shock of how barely an hour had passed before he's finally had enough.

Dragging you into the next room over it's unknown to the other members that you're pushed up against the wall, mouth dropped open in silent gasps as he thrusts up into you.

Eyes crinkling in amusement at the sight of you biting your lips to keep in moans, Jin teasingly kisses you on the nose.

A low groan leaves his throat at the way your hands tightly grip his hair for stability, his plump lips trail down your neck only to leave hues of dark blues and purples in its wake.

You nearly start to cry in desperation once his hands grab one of your legs and lift it higher causing him to go in even deeper than before.

"Shh, Jagiya, we wouldn't want the others to hear you. That's if...you don't mind giving them a free show?"

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HOSEOK | The Doggy Style Position...IN THE PRACTICE ROOM

What started as a possibility after you drunkenly confessed this lewd fantasy became a normal occurrence.

Hoseok was one for trying out new things with you, so what made this any different?

It was late at night when both of you separated from the others in their night out and somehow ended up in one of Hybe's practice rooms.

Hoseok, being the sneak he was, had the whole plan set out: from the scented candles creating a dim lighting to the low timbre music.

You gasped in shock at the romantic setting laid out in front of you before showering the idol with words of love and kisses.

But that gasp of shock later quickly turned into breathless gasps of pleasure as you looked at the mirror.

It was almost too much to watch the way Hoseok's hands gripped your hips as he pounded into you a way that only a dancer could.

Head falling, you squeak at the sudden grip of his hand around your neck, forcing you to look up and meet his dark feral gaze in the reflective glass.

He takes in your fucked out appearance with a lopsided smirk, knowing it's gonna be a long while before he finishes with you.

"Nah, don't close those eyes babygirl, you wanted this. So keep your head up and watch every second of it."

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YOONGI | The Cowgirl Position

When Yoongi finally comes home, he's barely able to stand from the many hours of dance practice and producing.

With the Sun not even making its appearance yet, it was much of a surprise to find you still awake in the early morning.

No words are said when he slides under the cover and pulls you close to cuddle.

It wasn't long before the urge to be even closer caused the action of small kisses, and it definitely didn't take that long for it to end up with Yoongi observing the slow pace of your rocking hips with lidded eyes.

Soft sighs and groans fill the room as you place your hands on his chest, the stark contrast of your darker skin against his pale one causes his heart to skip a beat.

The both of you were teetering to the brink of sleep, but not enough to where you wanted to stop. Lazy sex at its finest if I do say so myself.

"You look so beautiful above me. If staying up all day and tiring myself out means I get to be inside you like this, I'll do it forever."

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JIMIN | The Face-Off Position

Jimin has known from the start of dating that you've always had an adoration for his thighs.

But there's another reason as to why he would want to have you riding him that way.

And from one Libra to another, that reason is praise and attention.

Getting the opportunity to see a close-up view of all of the facial expressions and cries of pleasure you do from his dickmatizing thrusts is what Jimin LIVES for.

It's what boosts his confidence to do the risky things you've always dreamed of doing such as leaving the bedroom door open for an unsuspecting band member to pass by or having all the curtains and windows wide open for the world to see.

He loves to hear your cries for more, welcoming the blunt sting of your nails digging into his shoulders as your eyes close with bliss.

But the one thing Jimin loves most is when he's able to witness the moment where he hits that one spot and nearly causes your soul to leave your body.

"How good is this dick doing you [Nickname]? Should I go even deeper than before?"

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TAEHYUNG | The Spooning Position

As the morning sun shines into the room, there you both are: naked as the day you were born with only a thin sheet for coverage.

His love-filled eyes take in the way your skin glows in the light until he couldn't hold off any longer.

With one arm laying under your head for support and the other wrapped around your waist, he gently enters you with a sigh of content.

Had it not been for the intense rocking of your hips, it would just seem to be him holding you in a close embrace.

He nuzzles into your neck, shivers run down your spine at the sound of his deep voice cooing encouraging words of you to cum once more after the first two.

Taehyung adores to have sex with you this way and tries to do it any chance he can.

Both the chance of cuddling and making love to the one that holds his heart at the same time? That's a hell yes.

"You're taking me in so well Jagiya. Just cum for me one more time and we'll stop okay?"

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JUNGKOOK | The 69 Position

With both of you having a reputation of being good at almost any and everything, the tendency to show off was a daily occurrence.

It's what caused a very irritated Yoongi to kick you out of the apartment with an 'always gotta one-up the other. How about doing all of us a favor and fuck off somewhere else?' weighing heavily in your minds.

Observing your pouting face with a smirk, Jungkook slyly reveals that even if you were good at certain things he would still be better at lasting longer.

Despite snorting at the maknae's words in disbelief, your competitive side refused to back down at the blatant challenge.

Pulling him all the way to your home you immediately got to work. I mean how could you not?

The bet of one's pride lays on the line.

Nothing seemed to matter other than trying to get the other to crumble.

Yet, even so, it seemed to become a more difficult task as sweat begins to build upon your now sensitive bodies.

Large calloused hands grip your thighs in the determination of making you cum first.

While a cocky smirk appears on his face at the sound of your struggle to keep in the moans, his heart swells with pride for being the reason behind them.

"Are you sure you're not going to break yet? I can feel you tightening around my tongue ____."

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'𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐓! Why the hell is this blouse so tight! I could've sworn it fit perfectly before...'

You cringe at the tightness of the fabric as it sticks your chest like a second skin.

Leaving the house in a hurry, it was only until meeting your interviewer face-to-face were you finally able to acknowledge the snug clothing.

Luckily you had enough jitters to bring a jacket and was able to use it as a cover-up.

"So Ms. [Last Name], I understand you have the experience of doing tasks such as scheduling events and appointments?"

You break out of your distressed bubble with a jump before catching sight of the male walking down the hall, quickly trailing after.

"Y-yes sir. I have done countless jobs of setting up plans and meetings during my two-year internship for Yu Inc."

His brows raise at your words. "Yu Inc. you say? That's a very well-known business. Can I ask why you choose specifically this company? Why not stay with them?"

"Well..." You meet his questioning gaze with a small smile, "when creating a name for yourself- especially in the entertainment business- it's a known possibility of failing. But even so, you still had hope and tried. There's not many people out there who would've done what you did. And I admire that. So much in fact that I want to help support what you're doing as much as possible."

He suddenly stops in his stride causing you to give him a lost look.

"You're right. And I'll be eternally grateful for having the determination and people I trust behind me to help make my dream come true. I can't say much of the later future..."

Your eyes slightly widen when he holds out his hand with a blinding smile. "But what I can say that it would be an honor to work with you Ms. [Last Name]."

"Wait...does that mean-"

"Welcome to Hybe Co.!"

"Oh thank you very much sir! I promise to work very hard and contribute to the company." He lets out a hearty laugh when you grab his hands with an energetic shake.

"Please, Bang PD's just fine. No need for such formalities now that you're part of the family."

"Okay...Bang PD." You hesitantly try out his name, jaw clenching at suppressing the urge to address him more formally.

He claps his hands, a gleam of happiness shines in his eyes as they crinkle on the sides. "Excellent! You will officially start working tomorrow morning. Now, before we continue, do you have any questions for me?"

"Yes I do in fact. They're mostly about the contract and all of the benefits from this job."

Bang PD nods in understanding, "Of course, so the benefits you will receive—"

"Bang PD-Nim!"

You both turn towards the frantic call to see a breathless woman running over.

"There's been an abrupt change in the scheduled meeting with Fila Inc. It seems they're only open for today, the next three months have been filled."

The older man's face falls at the news before letting out silent curses. "Alright. Are they already here?"

"Yes. In your office as we speak."

"Okay, let's go then." Bang PD says as he takes a stack of folders from her outstretched hands, but before he could fully exit the room you call out his name.

"Yes?" He answers in a rushed tone, one hand tightly grasping the documents while the other straightens his tie and glasses.

"I'm sorry, but what should I do while you're gone? I mean, you still have to explain to me the rest of what my job consists of. Unless of course, I can come back another day?"

"No!" You jump at his shout causing him to give an apologetic smile, "Sorry about that. But to answer your question, I can't. With the rest of the month's schedule being packed twenty-four-seven, I won't have a free slot to situate you in. So while I'm gone please feel free to walk around and get yourself acquainted with the building. Once I return, I'll be able to answer any questions you have."

"Okay. So when do you think you'll be finished with the..." Your words trail off once realizing that he's no longer there,"...meeting?"

Eyes still planted on the shut door, you finally break the silence with a scoff of disbelief. "Well ain't that a bitch."

Smacking your lips, you stand up with a hum, "Guess I'll go look around then."

With that, you make your way to the door.

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After spending a good twenty-minutes roaming and getting used to routes of the building, you decide its time for a snack break, moving to the nearest snack machine.

You dig through your purse with a sigh and grab the needed amount for your chosen drink. It drops to the bottom with a muted thud causing a small cheer to leave your lips.

Beverage in hand, you continue looking around the building. Music filters from speakers above leaving you content and begin to hum along, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere.

Unfortunately, that peacefulness soon turns into frustration when you try to put the straw into the juice box.

Forcing the weak plastic in with way more strength than needed, your cry of victory quickly turns into one of shock when a good portion of the juice spills on you.

"Goddammit!" You let out a groan, swiftly taking off the jacket before the cold liquid could seep all the way through.

But that action was deemed useless upon noticing a wet spot decorating your once clean white blouse.

'Shit...I can't walk out of here with this big ass stain. I need to get this cleaned up pronto.'

Moving down the hall in search of a restroom, your steps falter when seeing how unfamiliar the area was.

"First the juice now this? Great..."

Body hunched over in defeat, you perk up at the sight of a man coming from the opposite direction.

"Hey-um excuse me!"

He slows down at the sound of your voice, freezing in place upon spotting you.

Scurrying over to him, you plaster an awkward smile. "Yeah..hi? I'm sorry to disturb you, but I new here. And I kinda had a little accident with my juice when I was trying to..."

Unknowingly to you, as you continue to ramble, a pair of eyes take in your figure.

"Oh...shit!" He hisses under his breath as a low gasp escapes him.

"So yeah...I was wondering if you know where the nearest restroom may be located." You finish your statement in time to see him staring at you with a shocked expression.

"Um...hello?"

"Goddamn!"

Your brows raise at the man as he continues to openly ogle at you without a care in the world. "E-excuse me?"

Finally breaking out of the trance with a jump, his eyes shift back and forth from your chest to the unamused expression on your face.

"I-I mean...ah my back! Goddamn I say goddamn!" You blink in confusion when he howls in pain, his body dramatically falling to the ground as he holds his back.

"Oh sh-are you okay?! Do you need me to call someone for you?" You bend down to get a closer look with a concerned frown.

He looks at you with a strained smile before quickly getting up from the floor. "Ah n-no need! I experience this very often, so I can just walk there myself."

"Are you su-"

"Thank you for caring! Have a nice day!" His voice rings throughout the hall as he hobbles away, hand placed on his lower back like an old man.

"Wait! What about the rest...room?" You roll your eyes in irritation, arms crossed with a huff, "well that was quite the first impression."

Turning to start your journey of searching for the restroom once more, you stop when another man appears in your line of view.

"Hi! Excuse me, can you please tell me where your restrooms are?"

"Sure," he looks up from his phone with a smile, dimples formed on both sides, "all you have to do it take a-"

He abruptly stops talking, eyes widening once they take in your-ahem, attire. "Ahh...ek!"

You blankly stare at him as he stumbles over his words, a light blush coating the apple of his cheeks.

"What?"

"Asdfghjk! I-I gotta go! Bye!"

Opening your mouth to question him, it quickly closes when he bolts down the hall, leaving you in the dust.

"...the hell is wrong with these people?!"

Just as you were about to follow after him two more males make an appearance.

If it were any other day, you would've stopped at how shockingly handsome the two were, from the blue and pink fluffy hair on their heads to the way they walked with so much grace and confidence that only a celebrity could do.

But today was not the day to do so.

So while they had yet to see you by the playful jabs and taunting given to one another, you quickly take the chance and stepped right in front of them.

They slightly jump in surprise before relaxing when seeing it was only you.

"Excuse me but can you tell me where the restrooms are?" You force a smile, the clear tone of impatience could be heard in your strained voice.

"Sure thing," the one on the right speaks up with a bright smile, his deep voice strongly contradicting the childish aura around him, "it's...ah..."

His voice trails off as he looks down at your chest, eyes bulging out of his head.

"Well?" You ask, foot tapping in frustration.

"What are you looking at?" His friend asks with a push to the shoulder, but the taller male continues to stare at you in awe.

"I'm sorry. He's not usually like this," the young man giggles, rubbing the back of his head. "So what do you need help with?"

"Finding the restroom. As you can see, I really need to clean this...stain" you explain, gesturing to the vivid patch on your shirt.

"Sure. It's down the hall to the..." his sentence trails off, eyes zoning in on your chest.

Choking on what seemed to be nothing, gibberish spills from his plump lips as he stares unabashedly.

Following where their unwavering eyes went, you snort in disbelief. 'Now this some bullshit! Why the fuck are these grown-ass men acting like a tiddy popped out my shirt or something?'

"Oh yeah? To the what?" You ask, crossing your arms, done with all of the interactions you've faced so far today.

While you hadn't realized the action caused your breasts to pop out even more, these two on the other hand witnessed the entire thing causing them to hold onto each other's arm for support.

"We've seen heaven," one whimper, a dazed look spreading across his face.

"God has blessed this woman," the other mumbles, his eyes never straying away from your chest for one second.

"Excuse me?" Growing unsettled by their intense stares you loudly clap in their faces, snapping them out of it.

"I-I mean, God has blessed us all to live and see another day!"

The bluenette, who seemed to have caught on to what he was doing, quickly joined in.

"Hallelujah! Praise the all mighty and his greatness! God is good all the time, and all the time God is good~" He begins to stomp his feet, happily singing out random church phrases as he bends down with his hands at his back.

You share a lost look with his friend, lips pursed at what seemed to be him having caught the Holy Spirit.

"Do you feel it? I said do you feel i-" Fortunately for you, the male's preaching was ended by the murderous glare of his shorter counterpart.

Turning to you with a smile, you silently awe at the way his eyes disappear into the shape of crescent moons.

"What he means to say was how not only is the Lord good to you, but to us. Come, my brother, and let us rejoice in his name to those in need of it." Yanking his friend by the elbow, they make a run down the hallway.

"But w-what about the restroom?!"

"Just down the hall to your right!" One of them shouts out before bounding around the corner.

"I swear all of the shit happening today better be a one-time thing. 'Cause I'll be damned if I have to deal with this every day." And with that, you make your way towards the bathroom as directed.

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Hoseok's eyes skim over the countless comments with vigor until they land on one that catches his interest.

[Army4life]: Where are the others?

"Um, Suga is right behind me. Say hi to ARMYS hyung~" the rapper leans to the side to reveal the silent male.

Yoongi slowly looks up from his phone with a sigh, a bored look donning his face as he puts up a peace sign before going back to the device.

"Well...but as for the others, they're coming soon! Most likely getting some food."

[Hobi's-Flower]: Have you been taking care of yourself?

Hoseok stares at the sincere question with a small smile. "Yes thank you! I made sure to get enough sleep and eat the right foods."

[JoonsBigDic]: Do you have any kinks?

"W-what?" Faltering at the sudden change of subject, his face flushes in embarrassment and shock, "m-my kinks? I don't think I should answer that."

[SugawiththatTae]: he blushing! Awww

[Mochicoochie]: now I wanna know what it is

[KookieCrumble]: y'all J-Hope got a kink!

[BangtanWhore]: bet it's choking 👀

"N-now wait a minute I never said th-"

His words were cut off by the sudden slam of the door.

Quickly turning towards the source of the interruption, Hoseok frowns at a wide-eyed Jin stepping into the room.

"Hoseok you ain't gonna believe me when I say this shit! When I say my eyes been fucking blessed!"

The idol chokes on his spit and nervously takes a peek at the recording camera. "Hold up! Just let me turn it off right quic-"

"Tell me why this girl walked up to me because she was lost or some shit. But the thing was... she had some big ass tiddies!"

"SHUT UP THIS IS LIVE!"

Hearing the younger male's panicked words, Jin looks at the camera and pales in realization. "Oh..."

The room goes quiet.

Not knowing what to do, they just continue to sit/stand there, eyes constantly shifting from the camera to each other.

"Did...did this really just happened?" Jin silently mumbles to himself as he stares off in space, Hoseok sending him a heated glare from the corner of his eyes.

"Aye y'all!" The duo turn their attention to a giddy Namjoon as he walks into the room, "Did you see the girl outsi-"

Jin and Hoseok quickly hold their hands out with frantic head shakes.

"SHHH! SHUT THE FUCK UP JOON!"

"HOLD ON WE LIV-"

"WITH THEM BIG ASS TIDDIES?!"

Closing his eyes, Jin lets out a sigh and covers his face in embarrassment.

Hoseok, on the other hand, just blankly stares at the floor with pursed lips.

"Did I say something wrong?" Namjoon frowns at their actions before pulling out his phone when it vibrates.

A moment of silence pass as the leader checks the device only for his eyes to widen. "U-um, guys? W-why it...why it say y'all on live right now?"

"Cause we are...fuck! We're in so much trouble..." Hoseok curls up in his chair, heart dropping at the thought of millions of people watching them.

"The hell nobody said anything?!"

"That's what we been trying to tell your stick-bodied ass before you started flipping at the mouth!" Jin roars out at the younger's attempt of blaming them.

Hoseok scoffs at his words. "You ain't no better! If I recall this shit started when you popped up talking 'bout she had some big ass tiddies."

The vocalist's mouth drops in disbelief. "Well excuse me for wanting to enlighten you on one of the best sights of my life! And if we're being honest, it's your fault to begin with."

"What th-my fault?!"

"Yeah! Who the hell do V-Lives without telling anyone else? It's because of your irresponsible ass that we got into this mess."

As the two continue to banter back in forth, Yoongi finally has enough of the drama and gets up.

"Hey...I said hey! I sai-AYE! BOTH OF Y'ALL SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

Satisfied with their obedience, he walks up in the camera view and takes it away from Hoseok's spot.

"Um..." His lips pucker into an awkward pout, eyes shifting before forcing out a fake laugh, "w-we can explain. You see...what had happened was that they just playing around and-"

"AYE YO YOU PEEPED THEM BREASTESES?!" The rapper's excuse was cut off by the loud voice of Jimin as he walks into the room with a trailing Taehyung.

The younger of the two quickly nods his head in agreement. "On God! I'd suck the tiddie juice right out them hoes!"

"ShUT UP!" Yoongi screams out with wide eyes causing the maknaes to freeze in caution.

"The hell happened in here?" Jimin looks at their pale faces in confusion, gaze swiftly skimming over the room only to do a double-take at the recording camera.

"I swear. Acting as if y'all seen a ghost or some shi-fuck! Why'd you do that?!" Hissing at the pain of being jabbed in the side, Taehyung's narrowed eyes follow where the idol was pointing only to widen, "o-oh...y'all filming?"

After catching the sight of Taehyung closing his mouth and Jimin staring at the floor in silent shock, the camera is pulled closer to Yoongi's face.

With the view now consisting of sharp cat-like eyes and a small button nose filling the lens, the others look at one another for the next step.

But even that seemed to be useless since they didn't know what to do.

Taking a look at his phone, Namjoon groans at the wave of comments filling the screen.

[LilMarco]: THEY TALKING BOUT TIDDIES

[Juanpito]: SAY HEY TO MEXICO 🇲🇽🇲🇽

[Kpopper68]: YOU THINK THEY TALKING, ABOUT JESSI?

[ATEEZbby]: CAN'T RELATE #ITTY-BITTY TITTY-COMMITTEE 😞

[Winxanity_ii]: TAEHYUNG SAID SUM BOUT TIDDIE JUICE

'Ah shit...'

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After the shock of what he had just seen finally passes over, Jungkook puts down his phone with a shake of his head.

"I leave to go to the bathroom and all this happens? Tch...can't do shit!"

Getting up from the toilet, he quickly cleans up and walks towards the room next over.

'How the hell we ain't get disbanded yet?'

Peeping into the room, he spots the rest of the members just standing there with lost expressions.

"Ha...I'm just gonna take this." Slowly walking over to Yoongi, Jungkook carefully takes the still recording camera away from his hands.

"Lmao good joke guys! Bye ARMY, saranghae or whatever," giving the camera a stiff smile and wave, he turns it off.

The room goes quiet before Jungkook turns to the group with crossed arms. "Really? Tiddies? And in front of possibly millions of people no less! That's what we gonna risk everything for?"

Heads lowered in shame from the maknae's scolding, eyes are downcasted to the floor in avoidance of meeting his seething gaze.

"So what do have to say for yourselves?"

"Did you..." Everyone turns their attention to Jimin as he gives the taller male a sheepish smile, "d-did you see her tiddies?"

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NAMJOON

• 𝐍𝐎𝐓 gonna lie, it was a rocky ass start when y'all first arrived

• having the meeting-the-family for the first time jives and all

• boy way shaking and sweating bullets the moment he stepped through the backdoor

• and to add salt on to the wound, almost the entire yard went silent when they spotted him

• with a strained smile and wave, you walk over to your parents

• Namjoon of course stayed close to your ass like white on rice

• the tension slowly went away as you spoke to the older generations of the family

• sweet baby Joon just sitting there quietly, ain't saying nothing in fear of messing up

• even though it wasn't being spoken, everyone was curious of the new face, hence the side glances every now and then

• it wasn't until your LEAST favorite loud mouth no filter having ass boy cousin came over to start some shit up

• "Aye ____, why you bring this anime non-speaking Nigga up in here? Black men ain't too good enough or something?"

• you purse your lips at his words, ultimately done with the bullshit

• it became even more awkward when you heard murmurs of agreement around

• "First off, I very much can speak and understand English. Secondly..." Joon steps closer, towering over the froggy male with a look of contempt, "What does me being Asian have to do with it?"

• "......."

• "........"

• ".........MYYY NIGGA! WASSUP MANE. Aye you know I was just testing you right? Gotta see who right for my cuz and all."

• people let out forced laughs while [Cousin Name]'s dumbass try to cover up his mistake

• surprisingly after that, Namjoon begins to open up and talk more with the family

• more so the younger ones, but at least he trying and that's all that matters

• the little kids think he's some kind of dog whisperer since all the dogs crowd around him for some reason as he tells them stories

• your parents damn near teared up when they found out he was smart

• "Oooh, ____ got a smart one y'all! Not only is my baby in college, but she also dating an Einstein! Oh [Auntie Name], I almost forgot to ask how your daughter doing with that locked dope dealer boyfriend of hers. Chris was it?"

• "Mama, please. Now is not the time to be starting stuff. This ain't a competition between me and [Cousin Name]."

• "Yeah yeah, whatever. Now baby, now that I know ____ got somebody like you around. Please help her raise them grades up, cause whew chile!"

• "Mama!"

• since he's still afraid to go out of his way to socialize unless being approached, Namjoon decides to spend most of his time with your mother

• bastard even got a chance to see the photo album that held ALL of your baby photos

• "Awwww, look at this photo! You were so cute ____!"

• "I swear Joon, Imma beat your ass if you don't get them photos out my damn face."

• "But why? You're adorable in these~"

• "Adorable? Adorable?! Just cuz you fucking me doesn't mean you gotta lie. We both know those some questionable ass baby pictures."

• he's so soft spoken and polite in conversations but wouldn't mind starting some shit up if needed for your sake

• ...words be so sly that it'll take a few minutes before your brain finally process what he said

• "I'm surprised ____ was able to get into [prestigious university], let alone in a whole 'nother country!"

• "It's really hard to get into [prestigious university] of Seoul while even being an international student. Then again, I don't even know why I'm telling you this. Not like you could meet the entry requirements needed to attend."

• not a roaster, but definitely one to throw light jabs and heavy shade

• being your grandma's favorite (even tho she says she loves all her grandkids equally) you knew it was over when finding out that she likes him more than you

• at least you still got your Uncle Pookie. It always take a few years before he warms up to the outsiders of the famil-

• "Oh yeah, did I mention I did a collab with Nicki Minaj and Juice Wrld before?"

• all hell breaks loose

• everybody asking questions left to right

• even Uncle Pookie don left your side to talk to Namjoon about it

• "...did...did he just...?"

• ....yeah, he stole ya family

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SEOKJIN

• despite having met your parents before, he was still nervous about meeting the whole family

• that doesn't mean he was gonna show it tho

• with a mask of full confidence on, he walked through the back gates and into the backyard

• even when feeling eyes on him, he kept it up. 'just fake it til you make it'

• eventually, the confidence quickly became real once speaks to your parents

• it wasn't until he saw the amount of food at the table did he fully relax

• your mama saw the dazed look on his face and immediately walked him over

• "Nice to see you again Jin! That food caught your attention huh? Don't worry baby, what you want to eat? Just tell me and mama will fix a plate for you. And don't be shy either, especially when ya looking like ____ ain't feeding you right!"

• "Really mama?!"

• "Hush now! You can't blame me, look at him! Now come on sweetie, let's go get you some food~"

• ate every and anything placed in front of him

• finished damn near five plates before he decided to take a break for desserts

• so many of the serving ladies (who were mostly your aunties and older cousins) dropped their panties when they saw the number of empty plates and tried to feed him more.

• "Here sweetheart, you want some more greens?"

• "Edna don't nobody want them dry ass greens! Here, try some of my chicken. Saved the biggest piece just for you~"

• "Please, we already know you bought that shit from the store so it ain't no use trying to act all brand new Zelma. Know damn well you ain't fooling nobody with ya fake chicken having ass!"

• a war would've broken out had you not stepped in and took Jin away as he continued to watch the fight while stuffing his face with some of the chicken

• even after, he went back to try the spicy foods on the other side of the table

• quickly fell in love and got everything he could put his hands-on

• "What's this?"

• "They're homemade jalapeño poppers."

• "I'll take 50 of them."

• "Jin that's damn near all of them!"

• "Well it's homemade right? So they can just make some more then...problem solved!"

• seeing him gobbling down the food, your grandma comes over and the two end up in an intense conversation

• what's it about?

• you guessed it: food

• Jin became really good at dancing to the Wobble once he studied everyone's movements for a few moments

• but immediately goes in a corner out of embarrassment until your grandma calls him back to talk (about food again lol)

• when he found out she made those jalapeño poppers...extreme fanboy mode on

• your grandma enjoyed his enthusiasm so much she gave him the recipe and a to-go plate before y'all left

• rest assured that he's definitely been invited for the next social event

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YOONGI

• it's kinda a good thing that it's a cookout because he refuses to handle a family gathering in one room

• "I don't got time to be breathing in all that shit, what if somebody got the 'Rona over there?"

• "Yoongi...you really ain't shit. You know that?"

• "Didn't hear you deny it tho."

• "...Whatever let's just go."

• "Now don't forget your facema-"

• "Yoongi!"

• "Okay, okay!...I'm still bringing that can of Lysol spray with me."

• even though he's quiet, he doesn't hesitate to talk some shit if needed

• is only nice with the adults, but not the kids caus-

• "Fuck dem damn kids! They ain't mines, and even if they were...fuck my own kids then. I don't talk to people younger than me like that."

• he snaps at your rude ass aunties and shows off some of his unfinished raps and beats

• the kids and your cousins are amazed

• "Woah...that's so dope!"

• "____! Why didn't you tell me how cool your boyfriend was?!"

• they watch him with their mouths dropped open in awe, eagerly hanging on to every word he spits out in a freestyle rap despite it being in a language they didn't know/understand until the food is ready

• your parents (low-key only your dad cause momma still didn't forgive him from that stunt he pulled at church) smile at how soft he is when he looks at you despite having a glare as his resting bitch face

• eats only one plate that was made by you

• the same older cousins and uncles that silently talked shit about him suddenly does an 180 and tries to kiss his ass once they find out he's a producer and rapper of big company

• "Aye mane, you think you could listen to my demo or sum cuz? 'Preciate it."

• reluctantly agrees to listen, but Yoongi -being the way he is- straight up stops the music by middle chorus and gives his honest opinion

• "Um...what the fuck is this?"

• "Whatchu mean mane? It's fye huh? So you can put me on an album or sum?"

• "You do know that the background music is the goddamn theme song from that Sofia The First show right?"

• "...yeah, I wanted to add a 'lil twist to it. Was there a mistake in it?"

• you immediately remember how brutal the idol can be from time to time and step in before he can get an asswhooping from dudes that's three times his size

• "...mistake? My guy, I don't know if you know this, but yo whole so-called song is a mis-"

• "Yoongs..."You give a strained smile, ignoring the wondering gazes at what you're suddenly saying in Korean, "please shut the fuck up."

• "Wha-why the hell do I have to shut up?! If anything, we know who needs to, and not to mention that wonky-ass Disney Cinderella song they call a beat."

• "You do know they just got out right?"

• "Of what? Kindergarten? 'Cause that's all I can tell from those barely basic ass rhyming words they put up in there. Pssh, you would think they would learn how to actually rap with all that free time they had."

• "Yoongi!"

• he's...an overall good guest...somewhat

• will help clean up because he trying to get back in your mother's good graces (and not because you promised to give him some sloppy toppy if he at least tried)

• dances...very very aggressively

• accidentally don electric slide right into the poker table

• y'all gonna mostly be by yourselves because he doesn't really want to socialize

• keep in mind that he is blunt and aggressive, which is a type of attitude a lot of black family members hate with a passion

• but does Yoongi care about what your family thinks of him?

• "Do I really look like I give a fuck? Well too bad...cause I FUCKING DON-"

• he will snap off if they say something shady, even if there's a little hint of it: hands will be thrown

• "Waste of my goddamn time right here...you made us come all the way to Korea when you could've easily came to the states, and for what?"

• "To watch her become the best fucking [dream profession]. And it's not like yo broke ass paid for the tickets and hotel, probably wouldn't have been able to afford a cardboard box to spend the week in if it was up to you."

• he ain't gonna sugar coat SHIT

• might end up fighting a relative if it comes up to it

• "Now listen here young man-"

• "No you listen here you ungrateful ass excuse of a person, you've been nothing but a pain in my balls since the moment we met. So you better back the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up. I don't give a rat's ass who or how old you are. Whether you a man, woman, non-binary, or a damn tree, I don't give a FUCK. But I do know one thing: these fists are pansexual and rated E for everyone, so you can catch 'em if you want."

• depending on how prideful they are, they might not like that

• when you guys leave and go back to your apartment you cuddle

• "You didn't have to do all that Yoongi. Some family are just like that, gotta roll with the punches."

• "I don't care who they are to you, you deserve the same respect you give them. Not any of that petty bullshit they love to spew out. And speaking of petty, that's why I took both pans of the peach cobbler and banana pudding too."

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HOSEOK

• he's excited

• not a single drop of nerves running through his body at all

• he's super happy that the two of you finally reached the next level of a relationship which meant meeting your family

• greeted the cousins casually but with a mega watt ass smile

• some even came up to you complaining about it

• "Damn ____, tell your man to calm down with all that smiling shit! Almost went blind."

• "...but ain't you already blind Cousin Brian...?"

• "And? It gotta mean something if I was able to see a bright ass light in all this darkness."

• "I-well okay then. Hobi stop smiling too much, you messing up my blind cousin's eyesight."

• "Oh oka-what?"

• everyone adores him, yes even that one messy cousin that's always trying to ruin a family member's day (and relationship) with their new boyfriend/girlfriend

• you tried to keep Hoseok away from her, but he just had to say something when he saw her standing alone in a sheer dress that was clearly once a t-shirt

• "No Hoseok, let's go this wa-Hoseok!"

• "Hello! Very pretty dress you wearing~"

• "...okay and? The fuck you telling me that? You want your lil dick sucked or something Asian boy?"

• he laughs brightly at her words

• "No no thank you. But you should smile more, very pretty face to waste by frowning."

• with that, he takes your hand goes over to the kids which damn neared baffled the whole yard of the two's interaction

• and thanks to him having to be a nice piece of shit, you now gotta fend him off from ya messy ass cousin who now crushing on him

• plays games with the little kids, all the women swooning as he chases them around and picks them up like a father would with their child

• "Awe ____, you got you a cute white boy."

• "Thank you grandma, but he's Korean."

• "Well I like him!"

• when at the table he proudly brags about your achievements at work while also handling the process of obtaining a degree at the same time

• when you bring up his world-known status they are   s h o o k

• goes with you and your cousins to the liquor store when all your low-key alcoholic aunts and uncles drank them all

• "____, I like your family. They're all really fun to hang out with!"

• "Mmmm, you say that now. But give it time, I'm sure you'll change your mind."

• as stated before, he naturally gets along with everyone

• but just because he's safe doesn't mean that the shit relatives you have won't try to come for you

• and after learning some tips from Yoongi, he's ready to defend your honor

• "Want to talk all that smack about ____, just wait. She's gonna be the greatest [dream profession] there is! Bet you won't be able to say shit then."

• this definitely gets him more respect from your parents and older male cousins

• he won't stand for anyone trash-talking you

• not at all

• so yeah, they overall love him because hello? He's Jung Hoseok

• he fixed the younger kids plates, even sneaking in extra desserts which made him a long time favorite amongst them

• complimented every food he tried, even if the macaroni and cheese Cousin Brian made was dry

• "Hey now, it wasn't my fault! I didn't notice that the dial was turned all the way up when I first turned on the oven."

• "Cousin Brian...you blind my guy, how could you have known?! Now, matter fact...who the hell gave this man the responsibility of cooking in the first goddamn place?!"

• ...ANYWAYS

• ate at least 3 plates and quickly danced all that food off when the music started

• cupid shuffled right into ya grandma's heart while grinding into your aunties'

• courtesy of ya [Uncle's Name] giving him a cup of 'juice'

• poor baby had passed out not too long after drinking too much of it and woke up without his watch and shoes

• luckily, you knew that something like this would happen and was easily able to retrieve them all before leaving

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JIMIN

• socially awkward, but is still a good person to be around

• and since babes got that shmoney, he made sure to bring expensive presents along even when you said not to

• if any of your family try to mooch off him you shut that shit down real quick

• "Aye now, if you don't keep your crusty ass hands away from my boyfriend them $90 nails gonna be a waste of money when I get through with them."

• he just loves it when you get defensive over him sometimes, a little blush grazes his face

• they ask all sorts of questions about his life back on back without even giving him a chance to answer

• seeing him visibly flustered from the lack of understanding what they're saying, you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind to sidetrack their focus on him

• "His parents are in Empire."

• "Really? Say sike right now."

• "N-no for real! Y'all don't remember the those few episodes...with...those Asian parents?"

• "..."

• "..."

• "...you know, now that you mention it..."

• "Oh shit! ____, you gotta keep him. And if y'all break up, you know where to hit me up."

• They treat him like a long lost son that's been reunited with his family once more

• "Has ____ been good?"

• "Yes ma'am. She's been working so hard lately that she even got promoted!"

• "Oh that's good to hear. But sweetpea you don't need to so polite!"

• "Sweetpea, you want another plate?"

• "I-if you don't mind ma'am."

• "Oh please with all that ma'am nonsense baby! Call me Grandma~"

• he likes the vanilla wafer cookies in the banana pudding the most

• good with baby cousins

• "Can you get the water hose and play with us ____'s boyfriend? My momma said the kids can't do it by themselves."

• low-key got all the single relatives checking him out.

• Especially when his shirt became translucent from the water which shown a slim waist and built abdomen that was hidden while some old shorts he borrowed from you showed off his thicc thighs and ass that's even plumper than yours

• "Ooh, look at ____'s boyfriend! Bet he taste just the way he look: real good huh~"

• "Yup, and he's mine too [Cousin Name]. Better watch yourself before a few tracks go missing boo~"

• "Damn ____! Where you been hiding him? Mmm mm mm. What's good ____'s boyfriend, you looking for some fun later on tonight?"

• "Um...n-no t-thank you. I-i'm fine."

• "Aight no pressure, just let me know when you need me."

• "[Cousin #2 Name], you ain't in no damn prison penitentiary anymore and Jimin ain't one of those 'lil he-bitches you can fuck just because he got ass. So back the fuck off."

• "Aight damn cuz, you ain't gotta get all territorial and shit....so Jimin...do you got a snap or some-"

• "I swear if I see you, [Cousin Name], and any other of y'all thirsty hoes around my boyfriend one more goddamn time! I'm beating some asses."

• ANYWAYS

• everybody adore him

• like there is not one single family member that dislikes him

• even if y'all were the type to be messy and filled with drama, he'll fit right in once they saw that he didn't take shit from nobody

• and when they do try to for either of you, cut off and put in their place immediately

• "I still can't believe it. How did ____ manage to get someone like him?!"

• "Oh? You mean Just like how you managed to get divorced five times?"

• the whole table done exploded with 'oh shit' and 'he got you [Auntie Name]'

• some even had to walk away from that one

• Jimin definitely earned a place in the family

[k-nayee]

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NAMJOON

"Joonie stop!" The sounds of your squeals echo throughout the apartment as he tickles both of your sides.

"No, not until you say that Kim Namjoon is the sexiest man ever!" He states as you try to wiggle away from his torturous grasp.

"Never! You might as well just let me g-" you gasp when he begins to increase the speed of his fingers.

"I'll only do it if you apologize for saying that Han Sung is more handsome than me." He slows down with raised brows, plump lips stretched so much into a smirk that his dimples appear.

Body now able to take in stable air, you let out a huff of defiance. "You know if I say that it'll be a lie!"

Namjoon stares at you with a blank face as his lips purse in agitation. "Okay...you wanna be like that then."

"What are you-ah! Stop it! Shit, I'll apologize!" You scream from the familiar feeling of being touched on your ticklish sides.

"Hmm? What was that? I couldn't hear you over the screams," Namjoon calls out through his own laughter, eyes adoringly taking in the way your face scrunches up.

"I-I said I'll apologize! Now please stop!"

Hearing your whining pleads, Namjoon finally stops.

"So...about that apology?" He leans against the chair with a grin as his arms cross in victory.

Scooting back against the furniture, you make eye contact with the smug male.

"Aight damn. I'm sorry for saying the character Taehyung plays in that drama is more handsome than you..." He nods his head at your apology and patiently waits for rest.

"...cause truth be told: that Mothafucker ten times sexier than you. Like, a bitch was damn near finna say fuck it and go back into time for dat ass."

Namjoon's face quickly shifts into an angry frown.

"Take. That. Back!" He hisses with narrowed eyes, body slowly creeping towards you with a clenched jaw.

Your lips form into a mischievous smirk. "But why should I?"

He freezes at your question with wide eyes before lowering his head. "Because...because I..."

You frown at his sudden change of demeanor. "Hey, you okay? You know I was just playing right? I'm not serious."

"Yeah...I know. It's just that...I-I don't know how to explain this." Namjoon nervously wrings his hands with a strained smile.

A few moments pass, he continues to stumble over his words before shaking his head with a weak It doesn't matter.

Leaning closer to him, you put a comforting hand on his shoulder with a bright smile. "You're my friend Namjoon, so whatever it is you can tell m-"

"Don't say that!"

You flinch at the loudness of his voice and quickly withdraw from him as he gets up from the floor to began to pace.

"J-just please...don't." He shakily whispers, running a hand through his dyed locks.

"What's wrong?"

"I-I thought that I could just pretend and act like always. But no! I can't do it! What the fuck is wrong with me? "

"Hey!" Getting on your feet, you walk over and grab his hands when he begins to hit his head in a scolding way, "calm down Joon. It's okay...just tell me and maybe I could help."

Namjoon looks at your joined hands in thought. You give them a squeeze forcing him to look up and shyly make eye contact.

"I love you."

A warm smile replaces your frown as you playfully push him away with an eye roll. "Dammit, dude! And here I thought it was something bad when it was only that. I love you too ya dork."

"No ____, you're not understanding me." He shakes his head at your words before grabbing your hands again. "I love love you."

You stare at his face with widened eyes, searching for any trace of laughter to see if he was serious or not.

'Namjoon...he loves me?'

But by the way he looked, it was clear to see that he meant every single word. But you refused to face the truth and instead brushed it off with small giggles.

"Yeah right, go somewhere else with that Romeo 'O Romeoheadassery. But thanks for the small joke, I really needed a chuckle or two." You wipe away the forming tears with a breathless sigh.

"____!" Namjoon huffs before grabbing your face to pull you closer to his. "I'm in love with you. I always have been ever since I met you all those years ago."

Dark eyes boring into yours, it almost made you feel vulnerable from the intenseness they held.

You step back from his touch and turn away, sure that if you hadn't you would've been broken down at the confession. "You don't love me Namjoon...you can't."

"____, I get that you've been a little rocky when it comes to the topic of relationships. Especially after what had happened with [Ex-Boyfriend's Name]. But I want you to know that I'm here for you and-"

"We're nothing more than friends okay?! So stop it!"

Namjoon goes quiet as you look at the ground with clenched fists.

"...I just don't love you that way, you're more like a brother to me."

The room goes quiet. The weight of your words caused you to feel even worse until it was replaced by a shaky sigh.

"It's because of my looks isn't it?"

Quickly turning around, you catch sight of Namjoon quickly wiping away the tears that were starting to form.

"Of every girl I've ever confessed to, they always rejected me. Even my fans didn't want me because I wasn't handsome or cute enough. I was afraid to tell you, but I thought that maybe...just maybe...the one person who's been by my side since the beginning would love me for me," He looks at you with a laugh of disbelief, "but even you don't love me the way I want you to."

Tears filled your eyes from his words as you let out a small sigh. Reaching out to him you place a hand on his shoulder. "Joon."

He flinches away from your touch with a forced smile, dull eyes staring at you.

"N-no I'm okay, really. I don't need pity."

"Look Namjoon, you're an amazing guy-and please trust me when I say that. But I've known you since we were ten, it's kinda impossible for me to see you that type of way..." you look at the ground knowing that your friendship may not ever be the same way again, "but there's another reason why I'm not able to love you that way."

He observes your shrunken frame, the way you hold yourself as you avoid his gaze. "I'm guessing you've found someone else?"

Despite knowing you were going to say that his heart still breaks at your subtle nod.

At the sudden sound of keys, you look up in time to see him grabbing his coat and wallet. "Wait, where are you going?"

"I'm...I'll just go for a little walk or something. You can see yourself out while I'm gone."

Walking out when you're hurt is one thing, but to walk out of your own place? That was definitely some deep-ass heartbroken shit right there.

But it was also deep-ass heartbroken shit you needed to quickly fix before it got worse.

"Namjoon wait! Just please hear me out." He stops at the front door without turning around, refusing to see your face and get more hurt.

"What is it ____? Because I really don't want to hear 'how much of a great guy he is' or that you want me to meet him. Especially after I've just gotten my heart broken by my bestfriend." He clears his throat in an attempt to shake off the waver in his voice.

You feel your skin heat up in embarrassment. "Um, well...actually-you won't believe this by the way. It's so hilarious that-"

"Dammit, ____! Can you just get to the point so that I can cry while stuffing my face in peace after you leave!" Namjoon cuts you off in irritation with a snap.

Nervously rubbing your hands, you rock on your feet. "It's not a he...it's a she."

His hand lets go of the doorknob before slowly turning towards you with wide eyes. "W-wait a minute. So that's why you won't go with me...and broke up with..."

You sheepishly nod at his words. "Yup, I like pussy."

A laugh explodes from Namjoon as he runs over and picks you up with a twirl.

"Ah! You don't know how happy this makes me." He breaths out, the gloomy face from before now replaced with a bright smile.

You look at him with raised eyebrows. "So you're not upset?"

He shrugs his shoulders. "Yeah, but not as much. I mean, at least you're not getting dicked down by a guy. So when did you find out?"

Scoffing at his answer, you lean against his shoulder with a soft glare. "I'm just gonna pretend I didn't hear that sexist ass comment. But to answer your question, you know when we went to that party in the eighth grade?"

Namjoon stares off into space before dawning a look of realization. "Oh, when you played Seven Minutes of Heaven with that girl? Wasn't her name Rosie?"

A huge dimpled grin appears on his face at your shy nod, "My girl! She's a hottie right?"

"Really? Are you seriously gonna ask me that?" You look at him in disappointment, head shaking with a frown.

Namjoon hangs his head in shame once he realized what he said. "Yeah, you're right. My bad, I shouldn't have asked that. I'm s-"

"Because I'm gonna tell you right now...that ass is amazing." You hum out with a dreamy look sat on your face.

"Hmm...good to know. You don't think she'll mind sharing right?" He wiggles his brows, hand creeping up your leg.

Smacking it away with a fake contemplating look you finally let out a sigh of disappointment. "I don't know...I mean I'm already used to that kind of thing, but I guess I can see if Mina and Hye-jin will agree to it."

Namjoon chokes on his spit, eyes stretched open. "Y-you pulling two girlfriends at once?!"

With a cocky grin, you stretch your arms out. "Uh-huh. Put both of their asses to sleep before coming over here."

He quickly gets on his knees in a begging position. "Please please please: teach me your ways."

Seeing the ways his eyes sparkled with hope, there was no way you were going to turn him down.

"Well, the first thing to do is-"

The familiar ringtone of your phone fills the room, forcing you to stop talking to pick it up.

Opening the device, you immediately see the picture showing both of your girlfriends barely covering themselves as they asked you to come home.

"Sorry bud, duty calls," quickly showing him the picture, you put the phone away to grab your things and run out of the apartment.

Namjoon runs to the doorway just as you got in your car and shot him a sly thumbs up.

"Bu-hey! Can you at least send me that picture? ____!"

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SEOKJIN

"Just drop it! How many times do I have to tell you that I don't feel that way?!" You yell out in anger as the two of you faced each other.

The day started like any normal one: Jin would visit, you'd sit together and hang out for hours until it was either too late to stay out, he was needed to record a song, or if any of the other members called.

It was a system that had been running for nearly seventeen years, but now...not so much.

"____, please just hear me out," He desperately pleads with misty eyes. Your glare softens a little as you look at the face you've known since middle school.

You step away from his warm touch, refusing to fall for it again. Every single time you were close to going off he would wrap you in his arms, making you lose all confidence to say it.

But not this time...

You couldn't do it anymore. What kind of bestfriend were you if you just turn a blind eye as he continued to suffer day by day?

"No, you hear me out Jin. Constantly bringing up shit like this will only push me away. That stuff about being head-over-heels in love with me...it makes me go crazy sometimes that I can't even think straight. For fucks sake, I already have a boyfriend and you know that! You can't just expect me to drop my three-year relationship out of the blue," your voice cracks, eyes lowered to the ground despite wanting to look him in the face.

The room goes silent. The tension grows thicker as the sound of your breathing being the only thing heard.

"I love you so much ____ that I-I can't stop thinking about you. My pulse race whenever we make eye contact...heck, I even stop eating my food whenever your name pops up in the conversations during practice just to join in," he weakly jokes despite the view of his eyes filling with tears.

You want nothing more than to just walk up and hug him, but you knew it'll only add salt to the wound by doing so.

The only option left was to wrap your arms around yourself in a lame attempt to mimic the same feeling of protection he would give.

Hot tears ran down your face at his words. Lips formed into a shaky half-assed smile when you look up at him.

'Why is everything complicated?'

"Jin..." your words trail off when he holds up his hand and sadly shakes his head.

"No...you don't need to explain yourself when it's not even your fault. I fell in love with you knowing there was zero chance of you having those same feelings. It was all on me," he slowly walks to you only to stop when there were only a few spaces in-between.

A bright smile appears on his face, but you could still see the true pain that was held behind his eyes.

"Just know that cocky asshole you call a boyfriend will mess up, and it'll be to a point where he loses the best thing that has ever happened in his life," a shiver runs down your spine at the intenseness of his words.

With gentle movements, Jin pulls you to his chest and cups your face before placing his forehead against yours.

As your eyes close he continues to observe you. Wanting to have the sight of your face etched in his mind 'til the day he takes his last breath.

Even in a crying state such as this, your [Light/Brown/Dark] skin dulled from the lightning of the room as leftovers tears clung to the eyelashes underneath your puffy eyes, he still thought you were the most beautiful woman he's ever seen.

And if he couldn't have you? Jin would still grow old with a smile knowing he got a chance to have someone like you in his life.

"Despite the dreams I have of us together...I will still stand for you even if I can't have you in reality."

He presses his lips unto yours, putting everything he has into the tender kiss before reluctantly parting away.

You're brought back from your frozen state and stare at him with wide eyes, heart stuttering from his actions.

Softly touching your lips, heat spreads over your face and ears.

The sound of your thundering heartbeat and Jin's retreating footsteps fill your head as he leaves you alone with your shambled thoughts.

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HOSEOK

"Oh my god! What are you doing?! Don't just stand there looking at it! Run bitch! Don't fucking go in that basement you dumbass! I don't give a damn if you hear movement down there! No don't look back- aaaand she's dead," you glare in annoyance towards a character that was in the scary movie.

Hearing a chuckle from the side, you turn your attention to Hoseok as he watches you scold the idiotic people for their mistakes.

"What?" You stuff more popcorn into your mouth with a huff, happily eating the only thing that's making the 'movie night' experience tolerable.

His eyes widen in shock now upon seeing that realizing you caught him and quickly turn towards the movie.

"N-nothing!"

Your eyes narrow in suspicion before shaking off his weird behavior and continue to watch the screen.

But it seemed that task was damn near impossible when the constant feeling of eyes gazing against your skin caused you to finally snap.

Eyes closed with a small annoyed groan, you turn off the TV. "Look Hobi, we've already been over this haven't we?"

Hoseok innocently looks at you as a light blush spreads across his face. "W-what? What do you mean my dearest ____?"

"You really think I don't see you looking at me with that look in your eyes?"

His once light blush turned into a full-out crimson wave that covered his entire face as he sheepishly looks at his hands. "Was...was I really that obvious?"

"Nooo, you totally were so notobvious with the constant sneaky glances and blushing cheeks that turned even redder whenever we made eye contact."

Hoseok lets out a small sigh. "Okay, I know you said no, but please just give me a chance. I promise to-"

He immediately stops talking at the sight of your raised hand. "Look, you are a very great person who would seem like an awesome boyfriend. But just not my boyfriend."

He shakes his head at your words. "____, I just know we're meant to be together. I said I love you, you said you love me-"

"I love you as a friend. Got it? Plus I only said that like once when I was high from those weed brownies Jin had made. Man! You're really not going down without a fight huh?"

"You know, I really think we are meant to be. I mean both of our signs are compatible and everything. I even know all the things you're allergic to just like you know mines." Hoseok says with a smile, ignoring all of the words that came out of your mouth.

"Oh my god! Just because we know things about each other doesn't mean anything. And I only told you because of that time you made me banana bread and my whole fucking face and hands got swollen even after I've specifically told you that I'm allergic to nuts. But your dumbass put almond paste in the damn bread!"

"All the more reason why I should be your man. You could've died if I wasn't there to call the ambulance."

You stare at him in disbelief, your eye begins to twitch in anger. "Now I know goddamn well-motherfucker! You were the one who caused me to go to the damn hospital."

"Shhh...don't worry babe, just calm down. We'll talk about us later okay?" He coos out, holding your face with care as he brushes away the wrinkles from your furrowed brows.

The room goes silent.

"Get out."

Hoseok looks at you in shock, startled from the calm tone you spoke despite the fire raging in your eyes.

"Are you okay? Do you need some tea? A foot massage? Back massage? You name it and I'll do it." He frantically asks and places his hands on your shoulders so that he could start on your command.

"Get. Out." You spit out the words as you look up at him, your eyes slowly forming into slits.

"Now you know I can't do that. No boyfriend should-"

"Get out! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOME!!" With a roar, you push the confused love-sick fool off your couch and towards the front door.

"Wait. I-"

"NO! You can't be reasoned with. I'm done being polite to your ass. Hit the road Jack! Siyahnara! Ducese! Ádios Amigo! Au revoir! Salut! Now bye!" Cutting off any possible explanation, you push him out the doorway along with his jacket and shoes.

Hoseok looks at you like a puppy who had its chew toy taken away. "We could be something great if you just give us a try ____!"

You let out a sigh of exhaustion, hands gripping your braids in frustration with his never-ending attempts.

"Hoseok...I've told you one, two, three, four, five-hell now six thousand times: I don't love you like that. Just as friends okay?"

He nods his head. "Yeah but-"

"Good to know you understand. Buh bye~" Cutting off his words with a bright smile, you slam the door shut in his face.

"But sweetheart, you can't do this to me...I love you." He whimpers out in sadness on the other side of the door.

You lean on it for a few moments, the occasional pleads from the man outside fill your head as he continues to stand outside in the cold.

'Goddammit! Doesn't he have anywhere else to go? The fuck he still doing out there?'

"I'm really doing this aren't I? Dammit ____! Why you gotta be so fucking nice?"

Slowly getting up off the door, you open it revealing a red-nosed Hoseok sitting on the ground in sadness.

"Hobi..." Hearing the soft calling of his name, he lifts his glassy eyes to meet your reluctant ones.

With a soft head nudge, a smile suddenly appears on his face before he quickly gets up and runs inside the warm building.

You close the door behind him and trudge to the living room.

Plopping down to the spot next to him, the TV was turned on once more. The light atmosphere from before the whole ordeal had returned.

"____?"

Finally dragging your eyes from the movie currently playing with a popcorn-filled mouth, you turn towards a quiet Hoseok.

"Hmm? Whut yuh wahn?" You mutter, eyes quickly going back to the screen while still munching on the crunchy popped kernels.

He doesn't answer making you grow agitated from his lack of words. "Bitch didn't you just hear me? I asked what the fuck you w-mm?!"

Your eyes widen at the sudden feeling of a pair of lips pecking your own. Snapping towards him, you catch sight of Hoseok running out of the room with a smile.

The sounds of his giggles echo around the apartment as you sit there in a frozen flustered state, trying to figure out what the fuck just happened.

"HOSEOK!!"

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YOONGI

"Oh my god, he's soooo hot! ____, do you think he'd hook up with one of us?" One of your lab partners whispers out as she and her other friends surround you.

You stiffen at the sound of your name being called. "Huh?"

The girls roll their eyes. "I said do you think he'll go with one of us. Weren't you listening?"

Your lips purse at her words. Pushing the sliding goggles up, you lift the tubes filled with unknown liquids in hand.

"Um...I really wouldn't know a lot about that. But as you can see here, we have to find out what these substances are. Don't you think it would be very efficient if we would all just do our part of the project? It'll make my work much easier."

They scoff at your words. "You always have your nose in a book or task. Relax for once! It's not like one failing grade is the end of the world."

You open your mouth ready to speak once more, but they cut you off and continue to fawn over the lone male that sat across the room.

'Now I know these motherfuckers didn't just...'

Eyes closing in frustration, you let out a tired sigh before finishing the rest of the work and collect your things.

"Mr. Go?" You call out to the teacher who was grading papers on his desk.

"Oh, ____! What brings you here?" With no words being said, you place the completed sheets of paper in front of him.

A small chuckle leaves the man once he picks up the sheets and analyzes the completion of the work that had only your handwriting on it. "Got tired of the gossip and left them behind?"

"Yes! I really cannot believe that they'll actually give up their chance of receiving a good path of education over some...dickhead." You rub your temple frustration and count backward in hopes of calming down.

A smile appears on Mr. Go's face at the way of words. "Okay, I understand. But since you used such foul language, you'll have to go help him over there."

Following the directions of where he was pointing, your eyes in horror. "What?! No please you can't-"

He raises his hands.

"Now you know I can't show favoritism among my students...even if you are my favorite." He puts on a frown, clearly struggling to stay serious and keep himself from laughing at your face.

"Fine," Your head lowers in defeat before crossing your arms with a sour pout, "but I want extra points for this."

Reluctantly making your way across the room, everyone goes quiet once they see where you were going.

Whispers begin to float in the air when you plop down in the empty seat and lay your head against the warm-toned body.

"I'm gonna take a hint and say that Mr. Go forced you to help me right?" His chest vibrates from laughter as you give a low whine in response.

"Yeah...and it's all your fault!" Leaning off him with a hiss, you send him a heated glare.

Yoongi looks at you in disbelief. "How the hell is it my fault? I haven't done anything!"

"You say that, but o-"

"____?" Turning at the call of your name, you see that it was one of your used-to-be lab partners with a tight smile on her face.

"Yes??"

Her face becomes bright red at the amount of attention she was receiving from your new partner.

"Um...why haven't you come back towards our table? You know we have lots to talk about and stuff." She grits, anger clearly showing through her fake concern.

You raise an eyebrow. "Oh really? You want me to go back?"

"Yeah, you are our lab-partner after all."

"Nah," a snort escapes your relaxed form, "I'd rather not go back. But thanks for the offer though." With a fake smile plastered, you turn away and lay down on the desk.

"Excuse me? Who do you think are?" Her voice rises in anger and embarrassment causing the classroom to go quiet.

Yoongi raises his eyebrows at you. Eyes slightly widening at the dark emotion that fell over your face.

Your desk screeches back as you stand up and face the dramatic girl with the over-glossed lips.

"Now I was nice enough to say thanks, but you pushing on my last few nerves. You really got me fucked up if you think my ass is finna go back only to hear you and your group threaten me and talk about how you want to hook up with my friend. Want him that bad? Here, you can take him!" You pick up his arm and hand it out to her.

"Hey hey! I didn't agree to whatever the hell this is! Leave me the fuck out of it." Yoongi pulls his arm back with a pout before glaring at the girl, "I think it's best you leave. I'd hate it if you got your ass whooped in front of everybody."

"Mr. Go!" She turns to your teacher with a frown, "aren't you gonna do anything about this?"

Any traces of amusement on his face immediately disappears once realizing students were now looking at him. "Huh?"

"They threatened me! Bullying shouldn't be tolerated right?!"

Mr. Go's face goes blank. "Um..."

"Mr. Go," both of their attention shifted towards your smiling face, "no need to worry. If it's really a problem, I don't mind going to the Dean's office to speak of how I, one of the school's top students, had an altercation with someone who's two grades behind. Matter a fact, I'll just go up there right n-"

"N-no need! It was just a misunderstanding. T-that's all!"

"You sure?" She nods her head with a pale face.

"Well thank you for your cooperation sweetie! Now, get the hell out of my face before I break yours."

Both humiliated and afraid, she storms off with a glare towards you.

You sit back down with a sigh as the room slowly went back to its talkative ways.

"Damn...that was hot. Why'd you have to be so mean babe?" Yoongi grabs your hand and interlocks his fingers with yours.

Lifting your head with a glare, you yank away from his hold. "Because Yoongi, I'm done being nice to those fake ass girls who only talk to me so they can get closer to you. And don't call me babe ever again, I'm not your girlfriend."

He pouts before laying down on your shoulder. "Why not?"

"Because you're my friend, and it's kinda weird when my friends use pet names with me."

He sighs in disappointment. "I really hate that."

You look at his frowning face in confusion. "You mean the pet names? Cause I really don't have a problem with them in general, just the intimate ones."

"Nah, it's the friend part. I hate the word friend when it's put in a sentence with you and me."

Your eyes close in irritation, already knowing what's about to happen.

"Come on Yoongi. I-"

"Did you know every time we hang out, people would've come up to me and say we look like a cute couple? Why can't we get together?"

"Look Yoongi, we've known each other for literally one school year. Not even connecting over the summer or breaks. Truth said I don't even date someone unless I've known them for at least two or three years. Plus they'll have to meet my parents and other family-it's just too complicated."

He goes silent as you rub your temples in exhaustion. "But I really like you, and I don't think it's just some middle school crush. Plus-"

You quickly cover his mouth before he could say anything else.

"My guy, haven't I made it obvious? Wasn't I clear enough when I told you this? We are friends and nothing more. Or do you want me to spell it out for you? F-r-i-e-n-d-s. Got it?"

Head nodding, the once happy glint in his eyes faded away into a dull gleam of disappointment.

Seeing that he gave up, you remove your hand and grab your notebook to write down notes for next week's test.

A few minutes passed of taking small peeks at the star athlete only to see him blankly staring at the desk.

With the pressure of guilt getting too much, you place the pencil down with a sigh.

"Look, I'm sorry if I made you upset or anything. But you have to understand that it's just how I am when it comes to dating."

Yoongi nods his head before a small smile appears. "I understand, and I'm sorry for misunderstanding you. I get what you're saying now."

You smile at his words. "Thank you, and-"

"I get that I'll just have to talk to you more, wait two more years, and meet your family until you're mine. And it won't stop there babe, not until a ring is sitting proudly on that finger of yours showing everyone we got married." The bell sounds as you look at him frozen, no words to say.

Having a bright gummy smile instead of the usual intimidating glare, Yoongi gives you a quick peck on the cheek with a wink. "I'll see you later ____. Or should I say, Mrs. Min? Damn...has a nice ring to it doesn't it?"

Your mouth opens to say something, but he leaves before any sound could come out.

Leaning against the chair your head shakes in disbelief when a sudden thought came to mind.

"Wait...he said married?!"

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Contact Names jjk + pjm + myg

wc: 3.7k

Dreamer M.List

Pt.1

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recap

"𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐄! Can you come here right quick?"

A few moments pass before he finally stumbled into the living room as you stare at him with a smile. "What happened?"

"Oh nothing~" you flutter your eyelashes causing his eyes to narrow in suspicion, "I was just wondering if I could see your phone real quick."

The room goes quiet as he continues to observe you for a few moments. "And why would I do that?"

Your smile brightens even more at the question. Picking up the thin book, you walk over to him and reveal the page.

"I just want to know what you have for my contact name, that's all. I'll even show you mines if it'll make you feel better....so how 'bout it?"

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JUNGKOOK

Jungkook's eyes widen at your words. "Wait...you talking about that article with the contact name shit?"

You stare at him for a few moments before slowly nodding in agreement.

"Hell yes," bouncing on his feet in excitement, he runs out of the room with a big smile.

"Wai-where are you going?!"

"I'm finna go start some shit up!"

Shaking your head at his childish behavior, you sit down on the couch to finish reading the magazine.

Minutes passed before Jungkook finally appeared in the room once more, this time with a mischievous grin.

"What did you do now?"

He covers his mouth with a snicker. "I may or may not have started something between Jimin and his girl."

"Really dude?! You need to stop going into other people business. Sooner or later it's gonna come to bite ya in the ass."

His eyes roll at your warning. "You know, she said the exact same thing. But we both know ain't nothing gonna happen to me."

"Uhh hmm, yeah. If you say so." You go back to reading the article only to stop when a phone was placed in front of you.

"...What are you doing?"

"You want to see your contact name on my phone right? Give me your phone and I'll give you mine."

With a shrug of your shoulders, you hand it to him. A moment passes before you look at the screen with furrowed eyebrows.

"Jungkook?"

"Yeah?"

"Who the hell is Sunnie?"

He freezes at your question, a sheepish grin appearing on his face. "Sunnie Sunnie?"

"Who else do you think is named Sunnie in your phone?"

"Okay...you remember that girl I bought with me to last year's Thanksgiving? Before we actually got together and were just friends?"

You look at him with narrowed eyes. "Yeah...I gave her my Cosmopolitan magazine since you were ghosting her throughout the entire dinner."

"Yeah, so-wait," He does a double-take at your words, "you were the one who introduced her to that?"

"Um...yeah I did."

"So it was your fault for causing that shit to happen!"

"Excuse me?"

"Don't be acting all innocent when you were the one who caused it! Do you know how long I had to deal with her coming after me because of some messy ass article talking about how to fix a relationship or when you need to establish a connection with bae? Months ____...I had to deal with it for months!"

Rolling your eyes at his accusation, you give back his phone. "What's this gotta do with me? She was your girlfriend, not mine."

"She gave me head one time! That was the farthest we went. Hell, we were never in a relationship to begin with! Ever since you got her hooked on that shit she's been trying to get us together. You need to call her and fix this mess right now."

"And? Is it my fault that you never manned up to tell her the truth? Am I the one who had taken her to family dinners and shit? No! So don't be coming at me for your mistakes."

He stares at you with a chuckle of disbelief.

"What?"

"I just find it funny how you're all laid back now, but if you found me in bed with her you'll turn serious."

Your eye twitches in anger as he continues to laugh. "Oh trust and believe I don't even have to worry about that. Especially when you don't even know what the inside of a pussy looks like."

He lets out a scoff with an eye roll. "Um...in case you didn't know, there's something called PornHub. On Tupac, you be acting dumb as fuck sometimes."

"Me? You calling me dumb? You the one who still holding on to them old ass codes for that Danimal Sweepstakes Contest to hang out with Zach and Cody."

"Goddamn! You always tryna drag somebody dreams down! But don't worry, we gonna see when I post a picture of the three of us hanging out together. Just wait and see, cause it's gone happen."

"Bitch that shit was damn near eleven years ago. E L E V E N."

"Anyways," he ignores your words before pointing a finger at you, "just to be clear: I don't wanna see you all heartbroken if you see her getting all up on me. I have you know, my strokes be immaculate."

"Just shut the fuck up! We both know you ain't gonna fuck nobody when your bitch ass is still a virgin."

Jungkook clenches his jaw at your words.

"First off, that's real petty of you to throw that out in the open when you already know I'm waiting until marriage. Second, the reason why I haven't lost it is because I never lose."

"...Now that's one of the most dumbass responses I've ever heard! What kind of bullshit logic is that?!"

"You wouldn't understand cause you ain't the Golden Maknae ____. What kind of person would I be if I lost it? Definitely not the Golden Maknae because the Golden Maknae Never. Loses."

You let out a sigh of irritation with a shake of your head.

"Jungkook, just look at the contact name and give me back my damn phone. If you're really that upset about it, go and tell that girl how you feel instead of dragging her emotions along."

"But baby!"

"Don't baby me. You're a grown-ass man, it's time to act like it. You know if you brought this bullshit to the others they'll say the same thing. Now go talk to her and sort that shit out, cause I'd be damned if a bitch tryna throw hands over some dick."

Begrudgingly taking a quick look at your phone, he walks out with a pout.

"Justin Seagull is a cringy-ass name anyway! How you gonna do me like that when I'm calling you My Love😍?"

"Keep on complaining and Imma replace it with Lil' Yeehawing Ass Motherfucker🤠. Didn't nobody asked you to do that."

You turn back to the magazine for a third time only to stop by the ringing of the doorbell.

'Now who could that be at this time?'

Hesitantly peeking through the peephole, your confusion grows once seeing that it was Jin's girlfriend dressed in all black.

You open the door with raised eyebrows as she sends you a big smile. "Girl, what are you doing?"

"I was just wondering if Jungkook's home."

"Uh...yeah?"

"That's good," her smile drops with a snap of her fingers, "he's here. Let's go."

You stare in shock as the door is pushed open revealing four big dudes and two nasty-looking Pitbulls. "Now hold up a damn minute!"

Grabbing you by the arm, she looks at you with a shake of her head.

"Don't step in Sis, I don't want you getting hurt."

"Hurt? The fuck you mean hurt?! You better not be trying to pull some gang-type shit on my baby. Cause if you do y'all gone be the ones who hurt."

Her eyes narrow at your threat. "Look-"

"____!" Jungkook walks into the room with a relieved grin on his face, "I finally got that bitch off my b-"

His words stop upon noticing the new figures. "Um, baby? You got some visitors or something?"

"Nah, we came here for you."

He pales once recognizing the female beside you as she tauntingly waves her brass knuckles at him.

"H-hey, how you been girl! Jin been treating you right?"

"Oh yeah, he has. But you see...I'm in need of a beat scene for a music video," She pulls out a camera and presses the record button, "and I thought, why not use Jungkook for it?"

"O-oh?"

"Yeah oh. But since we don't have any special effects, the ass whooping gonna have to be real in order for it to be authentic enough. You ready?"

You look at the group as two of the men pull out metal bats, one of them already having dried blood on it that seemed weeks old. "Jungkook, what the fuck did you do?!"

"I-I didn't mean to baby!" He blubbers through his tears as two of the men grab him by the arms, "Yoongi made me do it! He told me that if I didn't, he'd tell Namjoon that I was the one who shitted in a bag and left it in his studio."

"Okay first, you nasty as fuck for doing that. And second, you believed that dumbass threat? That's your fault for following him! Now you gonna get your ass beat because of it."

Jungkook begins to cry even harder at your words, tears and snot decorating his warm face as the dogs bark at him.

A shrill scream escapes him when one of them gets too close with drool falling from the corner of its mouth.

"Aight, we done here," you look at the smirking woman as she stops recording, "I got everything I need. I'll see you later, right Kook?"

He quickly nods his head in fear, small hiccups leaving his wobbling lips. "Y-yeah. See you later."

She turns to you with a nervous grin. "You know I wasn't gonna really do anything to him right?"

"Oh I know. Cause if you did you'd have to answer to my semi-automatic pistol under the table."

Laughing at your truthful words, she pulls you into a hug before nodding towards the door. "Aight guys! Next stop: Min Yoongi's house."

They all leave the apartment as you stare at Jungkook with a shake of your head. "See what I've been trying to tell you? Keep on doing dumb shit and you gonna get in big trouble."

"B-but...they didn't do nothing..."

You raise an eyebrow at his words. "So you want them to hurt you? 'Cause I can go bring them back an-"

"N-no!"

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JIMIN

"Okay, let's do it then." Handing you his phone, you smile at the screen.

"Aww! You call me My Queen 👑 on your phone. What gave you that idea?"

Jimin rubs his neck as he looks at his feet with a sheepish grin. "When I first met your parents, I noticed how your dad would call your mom Wifey every chance he could. I wanted us to have something like that, so I decided to call you what I believe you are to me: my Queen."

Your heart swells at his words when you see how serious he was being with the warm gaze in his eyes.

"You tryna to get your dick sucked or something?"

Jimin chokes at your teasing sentence with wide eyes. "N-no!"

"Hmm...cause if you keep on saying stuff like that I'm gonna do it."

"____!" He whines, avoiding your suggestive smile and wiggling eyebrows with a huff, "not everything has to be sexual. Can you just take my words and be done with it?"

"Okay okay! I'll stop if it's making you so antsy."

Hoping you stay true to your words, Jimin holds out his hand causing you to look at him in confusion.

"Um...what are you doing?"

It was his turn to look confused. "I want to see what my contact name looks like."

You shift on your feet, sweaty hands holding your phone in a tight grip.

'Damn...after seeing what he got as mine, I feel bad for what I call him.'

"You sure you wanna pass on getting your dick sucked tonight? We can do it right now if you wanna."

A smile appears on his face as he tilts his head at your behavior. "Nah, I'm good. You can show me your phone tho."

"You sure sure? I really don't mi-"

"____." You almost flinch at the firm tone of his voice, "stop playing around and give me the phone."

Every possible move you could think of flew out the window when you saw how serious he was.

You already knew from past experiences that once Jimin set his mind on something, he's gonna get it...one way or another.

"O-okay. Here goes my phone...I'm giving it to you right now." Slowly passing the device to his open hand with a nervous smile, a silent cry of relief escape you at the sudden ringtone of his phone.

With a look of annoyance adorning his face, Jimin answers the call with reluctance. "Hello?"

The room goes quiet as he listens to whoever's on the other line.

He briefly looks at you with uncertainty before letting out a sigh. "She's right here beside me. I'll just put you on speaker so you can ask her."

Placing it between the two of you, he presses the speaker button.

"Did you put me on speaker yet?"

"Yes Jungkook you're on speaker."

"Okay good. Hey ____, did you see the new issue of that Cosmo magazine yet?"

You share a look of confusion with Jimin. "Um...yeah? Did something happen?"

"Ha! So I was scrolling through Insta and saw how that 'how your bae thinks of you by their contacts' article is causing relationships to break up. Can you believe it?!"

"Ha ha...yeah," you shiver at the weight of Jimin's heated gaze piercing at your skin, "ain't that something."

"Am...am I interrupting something right now? Cause I can call later if-"

"Nah you good Kook. As a matter of fact, I was just about to look at what ____ has placed on my contact name."

"Shi-really? What does it say?"

Holding your gaze, Jimin holds his hand out for the phone.

'Goddamit Jungkook! Why this gossiping ass motherfucker gotta drag me in deeper shit at the most unnecessary times?!'

Hesitantly handing him the device, you watch his face as he looks at the screen.

"Little Finger👅?" Jimin looks at you with a blank face as cackles filled the room, "so...you called me Little Finger because of my hands? Is that it?"

Wincing at the monotone way he spoke, you knew him long enough to hear the underlying hurt laced in his voice.

"Jimin, I swear I only said it because you remind me of that dude from Game of Thrones...that's it." But your pleading falls on deaf ears, especially when Jungkook begins to add more fuel to the fire from his jeering.

"Ah shit Jimin! You really gonna let her do you like that? Ya girl done really just said that your fingers ain't hitting it right! Haha!"

You send a menacing glare towards the phone when Jungkook's instigating tendencies began to surface.

"Shut the fuck up Jungkook! You and Yoongi always gotta start shit just because. Keep on and Imma tell Jin's girl what you did to her with that photo."

He scoffs at your threat.

"Go ahead and do it. What she gonna do to me?"

"I ain't gonna say nothing when a bunch of people appear in your house in the middle of the night to beat your ass. You'll see for yourself, just you wait."

The two of you continue to banter back and forth, not once realizing how quiet Jimin had become.

Jumping at the sudden sound of giggles, you look over to see him wiping away tears of laughter.

"The hell you laughing for?"

Despite the bright smile adorning his face, Jimin stares at you with dark eyes. "I'm laughing because you really think I don't know how to pleasure my woman. Especially when I'm the only one out the seven of us who can make their girl scream the loudest."

Both you and the line goes silent at the idol's words.

"Okay-um...wow. Say a few teasing words and you end up with a torn ego. Not only that, but I'm sensing an incredible amount of hostile energy coming from that side. So I'm just gonna leave...good luck ____!"

Hanging up the phone, you're left alone with no one else to come and save you.

You freeze once Jimin turns his attention towards you with a smile. "Now, where were we?"

He laughs at the lost look on your face.

"Oh you thought I was kidding when I said that? It really does seem like you've forgotten what happened yesterday. But not to worry, I don't mind showing you again tonight."

Walking out the room, he stopped when noticing your still figure and raise an eyebrow.

"What are you waiting for? You expect me to beg you or something?"

You break out of your daze with a quick shake of your head.

"Good, because I don't tolerate bratty attitudes. Now I expect you to be fully undressed and in bed the moment I step through that doorway. And if you can't do that...I promise you tonight won't end well for you."

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YOONGI

"No."

Your smile drops at his one-worded answer. "No? Why not?"

He looks at you before smacking his lips with an eye roll. "Cause I fucking said so. Goddamn ____, I don't have to do everything you want just because."

"Aight...bet," you nod your head in understanding, "so when I ask if I can suck you off or give you some ass I better hear the same response."

Yoongi's eyes widen at your words and quickly grabs your arm before you could walk all the way out of the room.

"Now that's some unfair shit to do right there ____. You real petty for that."

"Yup, I am. So can I get the phone now?"

His eyes narrow at your relaxed form before shaking his head with a sarcastic laugh. "Ah, I see...you don't trust me do you? That's why you wanna look in my phone. Who planted that shit in your head? It was ya momma wasn't it? Woman been coming for me ever since I clapped back at her when she said I eat dog."

You scoff at his answer. "Really Yoongs? We both know the real reason why my momma doesn't like you is because you loudly stated that you don't eat dog, but her daughter's pussy in Church. And during the time where everyone was quiet and listening to the Pastor's prayer no less! That's one of the most disrespectful and humiliating thing you could ever do. I can't even show my face around there no more because of it."

"I did you a favor! You never liked going there anyways. They always gossiping and spreading shit around."

"Look," you look at him and rub your forehead in irritation, "can just you give me the phone?

Yoongi shakes his head, lips pursed into a straight line as he holds eye contact with you. "____...for a relationship to work it needs to have trust. Cause without it there'll be so much insecurity between us that it'll be almost impossible to fix. Are you really willing to risk the trust we have for just some article? Cause the moment I hand you this phone, that's when it'll be broken."

"..."

"If you don't give me that damn phone! I don't have trust issues and ain't nobody plant no damn seeds in my head. I just want to see my contact name."

You catch on to his shifting eyes as he takes small steps toward the door. "Now the real question is...do you have something to hide? So what you hiding Yoongi?"

He freezes at your words with a shaky smile. "Ha! What? Now why would I-"

Bolting out the room, he makes his way to the front of the house with you right at his heels.

Just as his hand touched the doorknob you tackle him to the floor. "Give me the fucking phone Yoongi! Whatchu hiding from me?!"

After a few more minutes of struggling, he finally taps out once you had him in a chokehold.

"How the hell are you that strong?"

You shrug and get up from the floor as he tries to catch his breath. "It pays to grow up with a bunch of boy cousins. There's no such thing of play hitting with them."

Unlocking the phone, you quickly get on the contacts and let out a scoff.

"Really Yoongi? You gonna put Loose as Hell but Lovin It🙀👌🏾👅 as my contact name? What the hell dude!"

Yoongi finally gets up from the floor with a look of surprise. "You acting as though that ain't a good thing though! With that I'm able to fit in like the way I do."

"Motherfucker we both know the reason why you fit is because of your snack-sized body! You little baby teeth small dick having ass bitch!"

"Wow...that really hurt babe. Right here, that's where." He places a hand over his heart as if wounded, so use to your insults that they don't affect him like before.

"Now I feel bad for using Woozi#2 as your contact name. I don't even care if he looks like you anymore, he doesn't deserve this shit."

Yoongi freezes your words, a glare replacing the mocking smile he once had. "The fuck you just say?"

"Now hold up," You stop your rant, realizing your mistake once you notice his sudden change in attitude, "before you get all pissy, calm that ass down. It ain't even that bad."

"You put another motherfucker's name in your phone that wasn't mine! I got the right to be as mad as I want to be."

"Why you acting brand new! You weren't complaining when I put Michael B Jordan as your name. What's the deal now?"

"Of course I'm not gonna get mad at that! That's Michael B Jordan we talking about ____, even I know he better than me. Hell, if he came in here and smacked your ass and told you to call him Daddy, I'd be pissed that he didn't choose me. But Woozi? He ain't up there with Micheal, so I'm gonna have a problem with it."

"..."

"..."

"You know what? I'm done with this bullshit. Too old to be dealing with it!" Throwing your hands up in defeat, you walk out the room.

Yoongi looks at your retreating figure with furrowed brows. "The hell you going?! We need to figure this out right now!"

"Shut the fuck up! Ain't nobody got time for your short ass. If you wanna play, go to the park that's down the street and find somebody your own size."

"____ I swear on yo momma's dry ass chicken if you don't come back here I'll-"

"Don't be bringing my momma into shit!"

"Goddammit!" Punching the wall in anger, Yoongi turns to follow after you and apologize.

He stops when the familiar sound of the doorbell echo's around the house causing a frown of confusion to appear on the rapper's face.

"____? Did you order something?"

"I ain't ordered shit! Leave me the fuck alone and see who it is!"

'Now who the hell is coming around here at this time of night?'

Opening the door without a care in the world, Yoongi rolls his eyes in boredom. "Who the fuck is it?"

"Hi Yoongi~"

His eyes snap toward the voice before paling in fear. "Fuck..."

[k-nayee]

Forever Right? ksj

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"𝐀𝐇 shit...did you order some more anesthetic and needles?" Your body tense with the thought of having to do another hour of work when all you want to do is sleep.

"Yes, I did it during my lunch-break earlier. The shipment should arrive in two days' time."

You release a breath of relief at the younger male's words. "You're a lifesaver, thank you so much! Remind me to bring you an extra donut when I get some on Monday."

He chuckles at your words. "Will do, see you on Monday Dr. [Last Name]."

Keys jingling, you freeze, halfway pulling them out your coat pocket. "Namjoon, how many times have I told you? After hours, it's just ____. No need for formalities."

"B-but that's not—"

Your eyes roll so far back you're worried they'll get stuck. "Yeah? And why's that, Mr. Professionalism?"

"To start off, I am merely a student fresh out of college while you have been in the veterinarian field far longer than I with more experience. It would be unprofessional for an apprentice such as myself to-"

"You know what? Just do whatever you want kid." You quickly cut him off before he could delve in any deeper into his The importance of professionalism during and after work speech.

An audible sound of relief is heard on the other line. "Thanks Dr. [Last Name], see ya on Monday!"

"Sure, sure," you mutter, "see you Monday." Ending the call, you toss the phone into your purse and unlock the front door.

You're met with nothing but silence as you step into the dark two-bedroom apartment.

Shutting the door behind you, you quickly slip off your shoes and coat as you make your way towards the back.

A trail of discarded clothes follows you all the way to your room. 'I'll pick them up later.'

With a body-towel and bottle of  lavender scented soap in hand, you step into the bathroom.

The shower roars to life, hot water pelting your skin the moment you step in. A sigh of sheer joy escapes your lips as the day's stress from work fades with every scrub you do to your body.

As the last remains of the soap fall down the drain, you break away from your cocoon of solitude with a flinch—the shrill ring of the home phone piercing throughout the apartment.

'What the hell...that old ass thing still works?'

Huffing out in anger, you quickly turn off the shower and grab a towel on your way out of the tub.

Wrapped tight in the towel, you yank the bathroom door open and stomp into the kitchen where the phone is located.

Annoyance paints your face as the high-pitched noise keeps filling the air.

"I'm coming, just shut the fuck up!" you hiss at the phone, forgetting all caution. Your foot leaves the tile and hits onto the shiny hardwood.

"Shit!" A cry of pain escapes you as your back collides with the floor, pain flaring up your spine.

There you are, sprawled out, slowly coming to terms that you've in fact just busted your ass on the floor.

And once you do, a wince sits on your face as you carefully get up from the floor to lean against the wall for support.

Eyes sweeping across the room, you stop at a bright yellow sticky note sitting neatly on the object of all your pain and humiliation:

"That fucking phone."

Boiling, hot lava-filled your veins as you limped towards the surprisingly still ringing phone- almost as if it was taunting you of your slip-up.

'No pun intended...or was it?'

You snort at the thought as you finally made it across the room.

With a hand pressing on your back like an old lady, you snatch the receiver, ready to unleash hell unto whoever is on the other side.

"Who the fuck is this and why are you calling my home." All logic of it being a possible customer or even your parents were thrown out the window as anger controlled your sensible side.

A familiar deep voice oozes sarcasm from the other end. "Wow...nice way to treat their best friend. But hello to you too ____".

Stunned, your grip loosens; sweat builds in your palms. Your heart hammers at an uncontrollable rate.

"Whatever. What do you want Jin? I'm surprised you even remembered me," despite the attempt in masking your voice, a tinged of disbelief and subtle anger wavered it.

Six months, half an entire year - no contact from him. And you were sure of the countless missed calls and text messages from you filled his history logs.

The line goes silent for a few moments.

"I know you're excited that I called and miss me, because I miss you too. And given how long it took for you to answer the phone with such an attitude, I'm gonna guess that you were in the shower, but fell from stomping to the phone just as when I had lived there."

Your mouth gapes at his correct assumption. "I-I did not do such t-thing."

"Your stutter says otherwise. Come on, we've known each other for 20 years," Jin retorts.

You sigh, knowing that it was impossible to deny anymore you decide to change the subject. "So why did you call?"

"Why did I call you?" Jin mutters to himself, taking a few seconds to gather his thoughts. "Oh yeah! I have something important to tell and ask you."

Unease churns in your stomach at the hesitation in his voice, anticipation buzzing along your veins.

"Okay? I'm not getting any younger dude. Wait anymore and I'm gonna end up saying cringey dad jokes like you," you push, attempting to dissolve the thickening tension.

He chuckles lightly, making your heart to flutter. "Right...I was wondering if we can meet up tonight?"

A giddy smile curls at your lips. "Sure! What's the special occasion for?"

He emits a nervous laugh. "You'll see."

Puzzled by his evasive words, you shake it off.

"Alright. Send me the location and I'll be there," with those parting words you hang up with an even brighter smile decorating your face.

"Ah shit! What to wear, what to wear? Cocktail dress? Nah, too extra. T-shirt and jeans? Too chill?" You shake your head with an eye roll, "goddammit ____, get a grip! This is Jin you're talking about."

Grabbing a water bottle from the island, you gulp down a mouthful, trying to wash away the jittery feels with a wistful sigh.

That's when it happens. Your eyes bulge, flailing hands smacking against your chest as water sprays out from your mouth with each hacking cough.

"Ugh," You cough, fanning your burning face as water drips from your stinging nose. Picking up the dropped bottle from the floor, you try and hack up whatever water's left clinging to your throat.

Minutes drag by—each one feeling like a damn hour—until you catch your breath and turn your attention towards the yellow sticky note from earlier.

You rip it off the wall, half-laughing, half-scoffing at the message as you wipe away the tears from your blurry eyes.

Dear Ms. [Last Name], Thank you for choosing Mr. Sandless Wood Polishing Services. And remember...if you're ever wishing for a sparkling floor, just call us and we'll always be right at your door!

P.S And if possible, please refrain from stepping onto the floor if it becomes wet or the bottom of your shoes/feet are.

"Well too fucking late for that!"

Done with the situation, you wad up the note into a ball and toss it into the trash.

'Got more pressing matters to focus on' you think, stomping away to get ready for the night.

...right into the puddle of water you just choked on.

A thud echoes around the apartment as you lay on the floor with a blank face.

"...SON OF A BITCH! MOTHERFU-"

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"____?" Jin calls out your name just as you're throwing back a shot of vodka, savoring the fire as it travels down your throat.

"Sup, hot stuff?" You tease, tossing him a wink as you swivel in his direction.

He grins before assuming a more earnest look. Gently taking your hands in his, Jin's gaze pierce into yours, making your heartbeat pick up its pace.

"Look ____, there's something I need to tell you. Honestly, should've come clean ages ago." His eyes drop to your interlocked hands.

Sensing the waves of uneasiness rolling off him, you pull back. Any buzz you prior dissipated and was replaced with concern.

"What is it Jin? You know you can tell me."

His doe eyes gaze into yours, attention quickly shifting towards the party lights above you.

"It's just that...shit!" He rubs the back of his neck, his grin more strained now. "I really don't know how to put this into words."

Placing a hand on his leg, you give him a bright smile. "Hey, none of that. If it's bad, we can stress out together right?"

He nods, more relieved. "Exactly. No idea why I'm making a big deal out of—"

"Darling!"

You wince at the interruption, while his face lights up like Christmas lights.

"[Cousin Name]," he breathes out as a woman dressed in a curve-hugging red number struts over and sits on his lap. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulls him into a kiss.

Your eyes dart away from the scene as he returns the kiss with the same amount of passion- if not more. With each passing second of the two lover's affection did your internal struggle grow.

Luckily, Jin seemed to catch on to your discomfort and sheepishly pulled himself from her, even as her hands began to drift dangerously low.

"But baby whyyyyyy?" she whines at his rejection, moving to decorate his jawline with colors of red and purple instead.

Your  jaw clenches in irritation.

The audacity of their brazen affection knowing the ever-present risk of paparazzi appearances. Or maybe its because you can't shake the thought of—

'Why can't that be me? Marking him, showing the world who his heart and body belongs to...'

With a resigned sigh, you pour another shot and down it. Hopefully the burn will overpower the haunting images and tormenting thoughts from your head.

After what feels like an eternity, she pulls away with a smile and lowers herself onto his lap like she's won a throne. Sad part?

You can't help but think that, in a way, she has.

Her eyes lock onto yours—knowing glint shinning in them before switching into a calculated softness. "Oh my...little cousin! Didn't see you there. So sorry you had to see that."

Your eyebrow twitch at her antics. 'Seriously? We're the only damn people in this area...how could you not see me?'

Summoning every ounce of your acting skills, you give her a smile that should earn you an Oscar. "No need to apologize, he was just telling me something."

"Oh?" She childishly furrow her brows, eyes twinkling with mock innocence. "Did he get to the part about our wedding yet?"

'Wedding...'

Your heart doesn't just skip a beat; it feels like it flatlined.

'He's engaged... to her...'

The words loop in your head, drowning out the pulsing club music that suddenly feels miles away.

'He's in love... truly...'

"Damn it, [Cousin's Name], I was getting to that," Jin chastises, but there's no real bite to his tone.

'Not with me...'

She flutters her lashes and plants a chaste kiss on his forehead. "Oops, it just slipped out. You can't possibly be mad at me."

'Never been me...'

Captivated, his eyes lock onto hers with so much adoration you would think she placed the stars in the night sky.

"Mad at you? Impossible," he murmurs, a lovesick grin growing across his face before pulling her in with a kiss.

'He doesn't love me...'

Hearing her squeals, you snap back to reality like you've been slapped. It's a grating sound, like a fork scraping a plate, and it eats at you.

You watch them for a few more seconds, laughing and hugging in their own little world.

Then it hits you, like a ton of bricks: holy shit, this is actually happening. Your worst nightmare has manifested right in front of you.  

"You're... you're," your voice almost disappear in the pause, as if even the words are too much to bear, "getting married?"

The bass from the club's speakers thunders around you, but somehow against all odds, Jin hears you.

Once his eyes met your glazed ones, his face changes, and it's like he's seeing you for the first time tonight.

"Absolutely! Just look at this beauty," [Cousin Name] coos serenely, pulling the ring from her purse. It catches the lights of the club, each glint a taunt aimed right at you as she places it in your face.

"Why isn't it on your finger?" Jin asks, his brows furrowing just a bit.

She's quick, as always. "Oh, I had to wash my hands. You know how these places can be," she deflects with a charming smile.

As she turns to fix her hair, you can't help but notice glimpse of the hickeys along her skin.

'Sure do wonder when washing hands included necks...'

As if she heard your thoughts, she meets your eyes. And for just a second, you see it—the tiniest smirk, like she knows exactly what she's doing to you.

Blissfully unaware, Jin seems to buy it with a smile coming back full-force. "Alright, just remember to wear it. Wouldn't want anyone getting any wrong ideas."

She gives an unamused huff and slip the jewelry on her finger, movement seeming just a tad bit reluctant.

You don't dwell on it. Not yet at least.

Jin brings her attention back on him by grabbing her hands, pressing soft kisses along her wrist. "Would you mind if I talk to ____ for a moment?"

She flips the switch, channeling her inner drama queen.

"But Jinnie, I don't wanna leave you alone! What if she tries to steal you from me?" The whine in her voice is almost laughable, an award-worthy act that Jin seems to be fully invested in.

"I promise baby, it won't take long," he coos, pulling out all the stops—kissing her hand, trailing up her arm, and finally planting a soft one on her shoulder.

Unknowingly to him, her façade cracks for just a second; eyes rolling in barely masked annoyance, heavily filled with contempt.

Then you notice it, the subtle shift in her gaze. Her attention is no longer on you nor Jin, instead intensely gazing at something behind you.

Magnetism too strong; you discreetly follow her eyes—there it is.

A man who could be a model, or at the very least, a heartbreaker. He casually leans against the bar, unaware he's become the subject of her musing.

Your eyes snap back to her just in time; she didn't catch you watching her.

"Fine," [Cousin Name] suddenly relents, all previous resistance evaporating. "I'll go grab a drink or whatever."

She slides off his lap, the sultry gleam never leaving her eyes. Leaning in, she plants a lingering kiss on Jin's lips filled with promise and possession.

And as she sashays out of the private section, Jin's eyes stay glued to her. He watches until she's swallowed by the crowd, gaze still holding one of awe and adoration.

'Would he even blink twice if I disappeared right now?'

"So...uh. H-how long's this been a thing?" Your voice wobbles, throat feeling almost too tight to breath.

"I...I asked her to marry me five months ago," he admits, his voice tinged with a hesitation you wish you could ignore.

A wave of icy betrayal washes over you, freezing you to the core. Your fists clench so tight it's painful, but not as painful as the words you've just heard.

"Are you shittin me Seokjin!?" You explode, shooting up from your chair, "Six months...six fucking months of radio silence; and for five of them you were engaged...ENGAGED! Why the hell am I treated like some damn rando back in high school when we're supposed to be best friends?? I tell you everything!"

′Everything except how I've been helplessly, hopelessly in love with you since we were seven...′

He looks troubled, fumbling for words. "I didn't— I was told to wait. Your cousin wasn't ready to tell you yet. Just be mad at me, okay? Not her."

You bitterly laugh at his pleading. 'Even when it's her fault...you'd rather take the blame.'

Taking a shaky breath, you struggle to keep the tears at bay and force what you hope is a convincing smile. "You know what, it's cool. I'm not mad. I'm happy for you guys."

'Like hell I am. The love of my life is marrying my own blood and there's not a damn thing I can do about it.'

Jin's face lights up, eyes sparkling—the same eyes that would crinkle when you'd share childhood secrets. "Really?"

'Why not? What's another lie to add to the pile I've been telling myself for years.'

"Absolutely."

He exhales deeply, as if a massive weight has been lifted from his shoulders. "Oh, thank God. [Cousin Name] said you'd be pissed, maybe even try to ruin the wedding or something. I'm sure she didn't know better. She's stressed, ya know, wedding jitters and all."

'Oh, she's stressed? The same older cousin with a lifetime hobby of stealing the sources of my joy just to feel superior? The same one who's using you not only as her ticket to a celebrity life, but to also have me suffer if I want to be near you? Oh, she knows exactly what she's doing. And the worst part? I let her.'

The moment this revelation hits you, tears escapes your eyes. Jin's expression shifts from relief to concern in an instant.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" He swiftly pulls you close. Snuggly held in a way that once felt like home, now's just a stinging reminder of what's lost.

"I-it's nothing. I'm just...overwhelmed with happiness for you both," you manage to choke out, pulling away with a trembling smile.

Jin isn't convinced. He pulls you back into his arms, his warm embrace too much to bear that it kills you inside.

'I could tell him everything...but would it really make a difference now?'

With his heartbeat a lulling rhythm that almost, almost eases the phantom pains clawing deep inside; you make a decision.

′No, I won't ruin this for him. I'll...I'll just let go. Yeah...I can do this. Even if we're not together the way I want us to be, I'll still be there...' 

The sound of a clearing throat cuts through the tender moment, bringing the short-lived hug to an end.

You look up to find your cousin's initial frown melting into a warm smile upon seeing your red eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

Stepping away, Jin moves to her side and brings her to his chest, lips teasingly whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

"Oh [Nickname], I have a surprise for you~" [Cousin Name] announces with a grin.

You glance just in time to witness Jin's arms encircle her waist as he nuzzle against her cheek, a bittersweet ache settling in your chest.

"My stunning fiancé here has a special request for you. She wants you to be the Maid of Honor for our wedding. Isn't that fantastic!?" Jin giddily explains, radiant smile making its famous appearance.

"I wanted to strengthen our bond despite ups and downs we've faced over the years. Plus, as my Maid of Honor you'll have the best seat in the house. You can even be the Godmother when we have kids," she gushes with fluttering lashes.

"That's...wonderful," you manage to choke out despite wanting to run faraway and never look back.

"Can you believe it? Mr. and Mrs. Kim, with adorable little ones who share both of their parents' features," Jin eyes glow with joy, excitement contagious.

"I already have the names too! If a boy, we can name him [Son Name]; and if a girl, [Daughter Name]."

You freeze at her revelation, heart-clenching in betrayal.

"Babe, those names are perfect! Where did you get those?" He looks down at her with a smile of admiration.

"How could you?" You hiss, the weight of your words shattering the air of love that enveloped the engaged couple.

"Pardon?" The confusion in Jin's eyes is clear, the smile slowly fading from his face as he takes in your enraged expression.

You ignore his words, glare never leaving your cousin.

She blinks, mirth swimming in her eyes before returning to their innocent facade. "What do you mean, ____? I don't under—"

"Cut the bullshit! I'm sick of this fake charade you've been parading around all night. Now answer the damn question!"

[Cousin Name] clings to Jin's arms as you confront her, fists clenched, itching to punch the crap out of the older woman you called family.

"Now just hold up a minute ____! [Cousin Name], what is she talking about?" Jin interjects, placing a protective arm in front of her to keep you from getting any closer.

"I-I'm not sure. They're such lovely names, it must be a coincidence—"

"A coincidence...a COINCIDENCE?!" you snap, unable to mask your disbelief. "Out of all the fucking names in the world, you just happened to have the ones I've dreamt of using for years? The same very ones I never told anyone but you when we were just kids..."

Tears well in her eyes as she reaches out to you. "But ____ I-"

"Don't fucking touch me!" You recoil, slapping her hand away when it grazes your arm.

[Cousin Name] quickly retreats into Jin's arms and bury her face into his chest letting out a sniffle every once in a while.

"Enough, ____!" You look up to meet Jin's stern gaze. "We can discuss this another time—"

"No, let's discuss this shit right now!" you cut him off, voice raising despite your efforts to remain poised. "You expect me to stand there as your Maid of Honor, watch you exchange vows, start a family using the names I've always dreamed of for my own children...all while smiling and pretending everything is alright? Do you know how twisted that is?"

"How?!" This time it was Jin who exploded. His confusion quickly morphed into anger, voice rising to match yours. "Tell me how me wanting happiness is twisted to you! So twisted that you have no shame in disrespecting not just me, but my fiancé, your elder."

"Bullshit Jin! That snake is no elder of mine!" The words spill without thinking, fueled by raw emotion. "All of my life she's taken everything from me. And the sick part? I let her. But I'm done, over it! She's taken our family's love, my friends, the names of my future children, and even—"

You catch yourself, your breath hitching at the almost slip-up.

'...the man I'm in love with.'

It goes quiet, a stare-off is held between you and your best friend; tension heavy between you two.

"And even what?" Jin demands, breaking the silence.

You hesitate, the weight from years of secrecy and unspoken feelings pressing down.

"...Never mind," you say, lowering your eyes to avoid his intense gaze. "It doesn't matter anymore."

"Like hell it doesn't!" he snaps back. "You're accusing [Cousin Name] of stealing your life piece by piece, and now you're holding back? So what did she take?"

You look at him, and for a split second, you're tempted to let it all out. To tell him that she took away the possibility of you and him.

That your heart had always been his since childhood.

But the words die in your throat when your eyes flicker down to their joined hands. [Cousin Name] sees your falter, a smirk curling her lips as cuddle closer to him.

You shake your head, the lump in your throat growing. "You won't believe me anyway. So, what's the point?"

He sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "You're making this difficult, you know that? You should be happy for us."

"Happy? To watch you live your perfect life with her while I just...stand by? Pretend to be the supportive cousin, the supportive friend? Is that what you want from me?!" Your voice trembles as you speak, but you don't care.

You're beyond that point now.

Jin seems taken aback by your outburst, shocked seeing this side of you. "I...[Cousin Name] said you might react like this, about her getting married while you're still single. That you'd be jealous."

"Jealous? Is that what she told you?" your scoff hides a bitter laugh. "Maybe she's not entirely wrong. Maybe I am jealous, but not for the reasons you think."

He narrows his eyes, head tilting as if a challenge. "Then what are you jealous of?"

"Of never having the chance, Jin. Of you never seeing me more than just a friend or a younger sister. Of watching the person I've been in love with for years propose to someone else, let alone my own cousin, who knew how I feel about you!"

There, you said it. The words are out, hanging in the air like a dense fog.

Jin could only stare at you, eyes slowly growing wide. "You're...in love with me?"

At your hesitant nod, they began to fill with regret and a kind of sorrow you've never seen. "[Cousin Name] said you might have had a little passing crush on me, but she never said it was that serious."

"So you chose to believe her, without  but not even consider how I might feel? After how long have we known each other,?" Tears prick your eyes, but you fight to keep your voice steady.

"I...I didn't know," he admits. Voice sounded so broken, so lost, it made your heart hurt even more. "God, I just...i-if I had known—"

"And what? Would it have made any difference? Would you have suddenly realized that you were in love with me too? We can't rewrite the past, Seokjin." You glance at the worn-down bracelet on your wrist. Countless years of memories flood your head as you observe every crack in the leather strap.

'Is this what we've become Jin? Maybe if I had just gotten the balls enough to tell you sooner, maybe everything would be different.' Your eyes harden as defeat swirl in its tired irises 'But in the real world...it's useless to ponder on the maybes and what-ifs. It's just time to accept it.'

With shaky fingers, you unclasp it.

At the same moment Jin looks down at his own identical bracelet, as if suddenly remembering its weight and significance.

You feel a tear slip down your cheek but quickly wipe it away. "I'll still be there for you, still be your best friend. Hell even be the damn Maid of Honor if that's what you want. But I can't promise you it won't hurt me every step of the way, that things will ever be the same between us."

Carefully, you place the bracelet on the table next to you; fingertips lingering for just a second before finally pulling away.

"Keep it. Maybe give it to your future son or daughter," you suggest in a rueful manner no longer having the strength to hide it.

"____ wait," [Cousin Name] starts to say something, but you cut her off with a chilling glare.

"After this wedding, I don't ever want to hear from you again," you say, voice low. "As far as I'm concerned, we're no longer family."

Her smug grin catches your eye before you walk away, but you're too emotionally depleted to care.

Right as you reach the section's entrance you turn towards the couple with a bright smile and misty eyes. "Congratulations to you both. I hope you have a wonderful life together."

As you make your way through the pulsing crowd of the club, each step feels like a mile.

You've lost your best friend, the love of your life, and even a part of your family, all in one night.

And you don't look back. Moving through the dancing bodies, you immediately noticed a change in yourself.

The weight in your heart lightens the more distance is added. You were loving it.

Reaching the almost deserted bar, you plop down at a stool and signal the bartender with no other goal but to get piss drunk.

′So much for being best friends forever'jin

[k-nayee]

Contact Names kim line + jhs

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pt.2

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"𝐘𝐄𝐒! The new issue of Cosmopolitan~" You quickly rip off the plastic covering and hold the magazine to your chest, grinning so hard that your face begins to hurt.

Flipping over to the table of contents, you eagerly try to find the latest gossip in celebrity life.

"Hmm...now that's a damn shame," you shake your head in disappointment as you stare at the shirtless Calvin Klein photo of Shawn Mendes, "if only he got with Normani...would've been a good ass power-couple."

After a few more moments of staring at the picture, you finally break away and turn your attention to the next page.

Your eyes widen at the sight of the big bolded title across the brightly colored page.

💜WONDER HOW YOUR BAE TRULY FEELS ABOUT YOU? CHECK THEIR PHONE TO SEE YOUR CONTACT NAME💜

You let out a scoff of disbelief. "Now ain't that some bullshit right there! I don't need to know my contact name to see how he feels, I know my baby loves me."

"Babe! Can you come here right quick?"

A few moments pass before he finally stumbled into the living room as you stare at him with a smile. "What happened?"

"Oh nothing~" you flutter your eyelashes causing his eyes to narrow in suspicion, "I was just wondering if I could see your phone real quick."

The room goes quiet as he continues to observe you for a few moments. "And why would I do that?"

Your smile brightens even more at the question. Picking up the thin book, you walk over to him and reveal the page.

"I just want to know what you have for my contact name, that's all. I'll even show you mines if it'll make you feel better....so how 'bout it?"

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NAMJOON

He studies the page for a few more minutes before shrugging. "Okay, if that's what you want then I'll do it."

"Aww! Thank you Joonie, I always knew you'd understand." Giving him a quick peck on the lips, you both pulled out your phones and bring out your contacts.

"Oh, wow," you look up from his screen with a smirk as a pink tint appears on his face, "BabyGirl💦💦? And you got the squirt emojis for special effects too?"

He tries to play off his embarrassment with an eye roll. "Okay and? You acting like it's bad I call you that."

"Nah, I just find it funny that we both had the same thing in mind."

Namjoon's eyes darken at your answer. Pulling you to his chest, he forces you to look up into his face.

"____, I swear...I better not be labeled BabyBoy on there. We both know which one of us only gets to be on top when they're given permission."

You immediately shrink from the weight of his stare. Your body would've been fallen to the floor if it weren't for his hand lightly wrapping around your neck with the other around your waist. "N-no that's not what I meant! See, look."

Lifting your phone to his line of view, he finally catches sight of the name causing his eyes to widen.

"Daddy🤰🏾? You call me that on your phone? Why would you do that! What if one of your friends sees?!" He pulls away from you and covers his fully blushing face.

You look at the soft giggly male with a glare of disbelief.

"What the fuck Namjoon!"

Peeking from behind his fingers, he sees the look on your face from his meltdown and stops. "What?"

"How you gonna get me all hot and bothered and not do something?!"

He looks at his hands. "So...you want me to-"

"Yes! Give me the dick! The good good! That MagicStick! Make me see the Lord without my wig cause that's how hard you fucked me! Why do you think I call you Daddy?"

Almost as if it was a cycle, his face becomes a tomato once more. But only this time...he bolts out of the room like a squealing school girl.

The bathroom door could be heard shut with the lock sound following afterward.

"Really Kigga? Cause I said Daddy?!"

"That's only something you should say in bed though! I-it's too intimate to say so casually!"

Sometimes you have to remember how his mood could shift from dominating to a fluff ball in a millisecond, cause if you didn't you'd probably have whiplash by now.

Hanging your head in defeat, you suddenly realize it'll be a good while before his flustered state would end.

Tears filled your eyes knowing that you probably wouldn't be getting any for a good two or three days.

"Goddammit!"

Your head snaps at the sudden shrill ring of the house phone, jolting you from an about-to-be-crying session.

Wiping away any traces of evidence from your eyes, you shuffle over to the phone with a sniffle.

"H-hello?" you quickly clear your throat, attempting to maintain a laid-back tone as you repeat the greeting. "Hello."

"Hey girl I need a favor!" the rapid reply of Jin's girlfriend is the first thing you hear, urgency clear in her tone.

BANG BANG

"Aight, what is i-" You stop at the sound of banging coming from the other line causing you to frown in concern. "Is...is everything good over there? Sounds like fighting"

She responds with a forced laugh. "Girl whaaaaa? Ain't nothing but the wind-"

BANG BANG BANG

Your brows raise at loud hits. "Uh huh. And what was that?"

"Okay okay," she finally gives in to your prodding, "I'm hiding out in the bathroom from Jin."

Immediately, the worst-case scenarios flood your mind, sending a surge of panic through you.

"Is he..." With a quick glance around for any potential eavesdroppers, you lower your voice to a whisper, "...is he beating on you??"

"Girl WHAT??" You flinch at her sudden shriek of indignation. "I BET DA FUCK NOT LET A NIGGA PUT HIS HANDS ON ME!"

"...oh."

"Yeah, I'm good. But I just need you to send me Jungkook's and Yoongi's address. Is Namjoon around?"

Your lips purse as you steal a quick glance toward the still-occupied bathroom. "...nah. But call Hoseok 'nem, he's got everybody number."

"Okay thanks boo! I'll talk to you later."

BANG BAN-

The call abruptly ends just as the sound of a door being forcefully broken into reaches your ears, causing you to pull the phone away with a confused expression.

Geez, what the hell's happening over there?

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HOSEOK

He holds his hand out allowing you to replace his phone with yours.

"My Hope🌟" You look up at the male through your eyelashes, lips formed into a soft smile, "should I be worried if ARMY found out that they're no longer your hope?"

He wraps his arms around you with a chuckle. "If they understand how much I love you, then I doubt they'd be upset."

Despite hearing it over a hundred times, your heart still skips a beat.

"Oh?"

Hoseok's eyes crinkle in happiness as he caresses your face with the uttermost gentleness of touches.

"Of course. I call you my hope because I one day hope that you will become Mrs. Jung. That's if...you want?"

Leaning up to give him a swift peck on the lips, you nuzzle into his chest with a sigh of content. "Nothing would make me happier."

The room goes quiet as the two of you continue to stay in one another's arms, too comfortable to leave.

"Hey ____?"

"Hmm."

"You never did tell me what my contact name is."

"Oh yeah," pulling away from the hug, you take out your phone and hand it to him.

A few moments pass before his face scrunches up in confusion. "Jay🍫?"

You shrug at his question.

"You never notice how whenever you come to America you change into this whole 'nother person?"

"Really? I do?"

"Uh-huh, it's almost like you turn into this whole ass fuck-boy persona. I'm pretty sure you've convinced nearly all Black ARMY's that you're Afro-Latino. Hence the name Jay."

Hoseok avoids your gaze with an embarrassed smile. "I never knew. Do...do they really label me as light-skin? I thought they only did that for Namjoon."

"Oh they do, trust and believe it. But come on, you even got all of my Aunties believing you have some type of black in you when you came to the reunion with me last year."

"...was it because of me grinding on you after I ended up drinking too much of that juice your Uncle gave me?"

"Yeah," you bite your lip at the memory with a dreamy gaze before shooting him a disapproving frown, "and stop drinking stuff you don't know! Especially from my Uncle. He'll make sure you're ass out drunk before taking everything you have."

"Is that the reason why I woke up without my watch and shoes?"

You nod with a sigh. "Yup. And you better be lucky he passed out from drinking too much, or they would've been gone."

"But...but why would he do something like that?"

"He's a crackhead Hoseok. What'd you expect?"

He looks at you with a frown. "He doesn't do that to the kids...right?"

A scoff escapes you at the innocent question. "Hell yeah he does! I learned the hard way that nobody's safe. He'll especially target the kids' stuff for money if he got to."

"Damn, that's really fucked up." Hoseok shakes his head with a sigh of disappointment.

"It be like that sometimes...now remember. If it's brown and smells too much like gasoline, pour that shit out. You gotta start fending for yourself if you wanna keep on coming over to these things with me."

"I'll take heed of your warning."

"You better, cause if you don't, you'll end up butt naked by the end of the night. Playing around with my family they'll get away with your social security."

"Maybe...maybe it's best if I just don't come at all."

Your solemn nodding of agreement is interrupted when Hoseok's phone suddenly rings.

His brows furrowed as he glanced at the caller ID, a perplexed expression taking over his features.

You couldn't help but notice the confusion etched on his face and asked bout it.

"Who is it?"

"It's...Jin's girlfriend," he replied, a hint of puzzlement in his tone, leaving you just as lost.

"You think something's wrong?"

He shrugs.

"Only one way to find out" With that, he answers the call.

You watch intently as he raises the phone to his ear with a hello?, only to suddenly jerk it back with wide eyes. "What! What is it? W-what happened?"

Hoseok snaps out of his daze at the urgency in your voice with a few blinks. "Umm...you might want to listen for yourself."

Placing the phone between you, he puts the call on speaker.

"JIN, IF YOU DON'T BACK DA HELL UP!" The distinct voice of the band member's significant other erupts from the speaker, shattering the previously serene atmosphere with a booming yell.

The sheer intensity of her voice made your heart race, stomach twisting as you exchange a quick glance with Hoseok, who looked just as alarmed and unsettled.

"OH!" Seemingly realizing she was on the line, she hastily clears her throat, adopting an unexpectedly composed and chirpy tone. "Hi there Hoseok! I hope you and the misses are doing well. Could you please provide me with the home addresses for Jungkook and Yoongi?"

Hoseok glances your way once more, clearly taken aback by the out-of-the-blue request. "No problem...but is everything alright?"

With an almost exaggerated cheerfulness, she responds, "Oh, just absolutely peach-WHAT DID I JUST FUCKIN SAY!"

There was a response, but it was too muffled to make out other than an occasional 'please' or 'baby'

Both you and Hoseok could only share a knowing look at the couple's antics.

"O-okay I'll...I'll just text you the address."

"Thank y'all-BRUH, I'M NOT PLAYIN' NO MO. MOVE 'FORE I KICK YOU!"

"B-BUT BABY PLEASE" Jin's blubbering voice could be heard wailing in the background just as the call ends. "YOU GOTTA FIX THI-!!"

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TAEHYUNG

Pulling the phone out of your hands with a giddy smile, he bounces on his feet in excitement. "Me first! Me first!"

You roll your eyes at his childish behavior before nodding.

With wide eyes taking in the words on your screen, you watch as the smile never left his face.

"Ah! You call me Cutie Pie...you think I'm cute?" He shyly looks at you with a light flush in his cheeks.

"Aww! You're blushing~"

Taehyung sends you a playful glare, a pouty frown adorning his face as you teasingly poke his cheeks. "N-not fair! I could never tease you like this whenever you're embarrassed."

"Hey," You shrug at his words as he continues to pout, "can't blame me. I'm just born with the good genes of strong melanin that's all."

"Lucky."

"Uh-huh. Now...do you wanna show your contact name for me?"

He perks up at your words, sadness was long forgotten and replaced with happiness once more.

Quickly placing the device in your hands he giddily claps his hands as he awaits your reaction.

The room goes silent until the sudden sound of your laughter is heard. A cheesy grin sits on your face as you look at the screen.

Taehyung stops and stares at you with wide eyes, smile dropping from the nerves of the sudden change of behavior. "What? Is it bad?"

"N-no," You quickly shake your head at the expression on his face and look at him with a warm gaze, "But really though? Very Pretty Chocolate💜? That's the nickname you gave me after we first met...even one of those Netflix teen movies couldn't top this."

He relaxes at your words, a bright grin appearing as he wraps his arms around your waist.

"I say that because that's what your kisses taste like to me: sweet chocolate."

Heart-melting as the sincere words you lean against him with a sigh of content.

That was until his body started to shake from laughter, which caused you to look up and meet his dark lidded gaze.

"Taehyung? Is something the matter?"

"Oh it's nothing," Goosebumps begin to raise on your skin once you notice his eyes focusing on your mouth as he leans closer with each passing second, "I just realized something. That's all."

It wasn't until the moment your noses brushed against one another were you finally able to find your voice. "O-oh?"

"It's just that, I never did get a chance to taste you like I said I would. I just know you taste as delicious as your kisses...so can I?"

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SEOKJIN

He looks at your pleading face for a moment before finally caving in. "Alright, but don't be getting mad when you see it."

Handing over his phone to you, the giddy smile on your face falls off.

"What?...WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SEOKJIN?!" You glare at the contact picture with the name underneath it.

He looks at the way your eye twitches in anger, hands balled up in fists as you tried to keep yourself from beating his ass.

"What?"

"What? WhAT? YOU SON OF A BITCH YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN."

Holding up a hand to your face he uses the other to clean his ear. "Ma'am I did warn you, so please calm that tone. We're in a range close enough for us to have a normal voiced conversation like two mature adults."

You take a deep-d e e p breath of air before giving him your fakest smile.

"Excuse me Jin? Why the hell is that picture of me covered in horse shit as I drunkenly cry my eyes out used for your contact photo?"

"You forgot to mention the part where a weave track was hanging off and that some of the horse shit ended up in your mouth."

"BI-yes...that too. Now tell me: why is that on there, along with the contact name being One Shot, now Shit[with one surviving track]💜? And please tell me the other members didn't see this."

"Oh they saw alright. How do you think I came up with the name? It was...hmm..." Jin scratches his chin with a thoughtful look before snapping with a smile, "ah yes! It was Jungkook and Yoongi if I recall."

Your heart nearly stops at his answer. "Jungkook and Yoongi? You know how much they don't like me!"

"Come on ____, it isn't that bad. Plus you know they would never do anything to hurt you. They love and adore you just as much as the others."

"They the ones who pushed me into the goddamn shit! What you see is waaaay different from when you're not around." Hyperventilating as a million scenarios race in your head, you grab his face with wide eyes.

"Jin...did you or did you not give them that picture?"

He winces at your question. "Well..."

'That's it...my life is over'

Catching sight of your falling frame, Jin quickly pulls you out of the about-to-be mid-life crisis. "H-hey! It's not like they posted it on Twitter or anything. It's all good."

You look at him with hopeful eyes. "So they didn't do anything with the picture?"

"..."

"..."

"...they may or may not have made merchandise from it to sell on Amazon," he wrings his hands at the confession, eyes downcast to the floor, "...and it may or may not have sold out within a couple of hours."

The room goes silent.

"So...you let them do this shit without saying anything? Not once thinking how much it was gonna affect me?"

He remains silent at the question.

"Okay," you nod your head at his lack of words, "how much did they sell?"

"I-it wasn't that much. And whe-"

He stops at the sight of your hand.

"I said, how much did they fucking sell. I didn't ask for no explanation."

His head lowers to the ground. "With all the things put together, I'd say about six hundred fifty thousand was sold."

'It's been a while since I last spoke with my cousins. No worries though, I can just get them up here and go out for a night joy ride with the pits. That'll be fun...'

"Hey Jin, where do Yoongi and Jungkook live again? Never mind, I can just ask Namjoon for it." You pull out your phone and begin to see who's free for the night.

"____? ____!"

Halting your journey to the bedroom to conjure up a black outfit, you look at your boyfriend with a deadpanned look. "What?"

He looks at you with a sheepish grin. "I didn't get to see my contact name."

A smile appears on your face when you remember something. Quickly pushing a few buttons on the device, you hand the phone out to him.

"Here you go baby~"

Perking up at your actions, he reaches for the phone with grabby hands.

"Ooo! So what did you call me? It's World Wide Handsome isn't it? No?" He finally gets a hold of it and stares at the screen with a wide smile, "Pssh, of course it i-"

You watch as his face goes pale with shock, eyes widened to their widest capacity.

Poking his cheek with a pout, you tilt your head. "What is it honey? Or should I say Sweet Old Man[with the loose neck meat]❤❤?"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH" A loud, blood curdling scream fill the apartment.

He drops the phone, revealing a photoshopped picture of his face with grey hair and wrinkles.

"THAT'S WHAT YOU GET MOTHAFUCKA. DON'T YOU EVER MESS WITH ____ TO THE MOTHERFUCKING [LAST NAME] OR YOUR ASS WILL GET CUT. EITHER WITH REVENGE OR A KNIFE, YOUR CHOICE BITCH!"

[k-nayee]

Growing Pains

wc: 4.7k a/n: just know this was written YEARS ago when I was dealing with insecurity issues and such💀 I promise my writing ain't as dramatic as this

⚠𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆⚠: Eating Disorder topics such as Anorexia will be mentioned/insinuated. To those that may find this triggering, please skip to the next chapter or read with caution

Dreamer M.List

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′𝐈 have to do this′

′I NEED to be perfect...'

Staring at the food spread across the table, I muster a smile as a plate is handed to me. Yet once I'm alone, it ends up in the trash, unseen.

'...and I'll do whatever it takes for it to happen.′

I ignore the low growls and take a sip from a water bottle, finding comfort in the temporary fullness it does to my empty stomach.

"All right guys! We gotta do some warm-ups to get our muscles ready: Arm circles, leg stretches, high knees to complete before we dive into the regular twelve count of squats and jumping jacks with five laps to wrap it all up!" The instructor's upbeat and encouraging voice cuts through the air. "And then we can start with today's dance!"

Groans of protest bubble around me, but they do the tasks anyway in order to avoid getting scolded.

I breeze through the majority of activities with ease. It wasn't until when those all-too-familiar black spots forming at the edge of my vision did I become wary.

Luckily, I managed to get rid of them or at least slow the process by slowing down my pace.

"Hey, you okay?" The worry in his tone interrupts my focus.

Offering another smile, I dismiss my body's weaking state. "I'm f-fine."

Not a moment later my legs suddenly gives out.

A pair of hands catches me in time and look into my exhausted eyes.

"Hey, I think you need to lay down. You don't look too good. Have you eaten lunch yet?"

Their worry tugs at my heart; the reflection of my gaunt face in their eyes feels like a dunk of cold water.

′Maybe this isn't right...I...I should stop.′

I almost confess—about starving myself for weeks. Hoping to get small and beautiful enough, to get what everyone told me I'm the opposite of. Th-

"Come on now! I know we joke you act like a Panda, but I didn't think you'd get tired that fast! Maybe it's time you stop eating like them before you start to really look like one!" Someone calls out, laughs echoing around.

The vulnerable expression I once had hardens into a cold, emotionless mask.

′No. I can't give up now...not when they all still see me as fat. I can't continue to embarrass them anymore.′

"Hey ignore them, they're just playing. But seriously though, you should lay down and eat something. It looks like you've been starving yourself or something...have you?"

The handsome male's concern is met with my cold glare.

"Leave me alone. You never cared then, so don't now!" I break from his hold with a sneer and start back running.

The black spots returns with a vengeance, but they only push me to go even faster. A twisted motivation if you will.

After an agonizing ten minutes, I complete the laps with nods and pats of approval for being one of the first.

My body screams for rest so I sluggishly make my way towards the seats.

Each step is heavier than the last, the world blurring into a bright haze as the sounds around fade into the distance.

′Just a bit further...′

But my body can't go anymore.

With one final step, I collapse onto the floor.

The sickening sound of my head hitting the ground causes everyone to go silent in shock as a shockwave of pain zipped through my skull.

I feel a wet warmth slowly seep against my head causing my hair to go damp.

A panicked voice cuts through the haze. "O-oh my god! Somebody help! T-there's blood!"

"Call the ambulance!"

Hands cradle my face as a light flashes into my eyes. I don't feel my pupils reacting properly.

"Hey hey, look at me. Are you alright? Just focus on me."

I open my mouth, but no words come out.

"Don't talk, conserve your energy. Help is coming," a soothing voice promises, but my consciousness is slipping away.

With the last of my strength, I want to scream, admit that I was wrong. That I should've said something.

But only a whisper escapes.

"H-h..."

My eyes roll back as darkness surrounds my vision.

I gladly accept and let it take me into its welcoming grasp with two words that I wanted to say before I'm all the way gone...

Help me.

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It was a regular day at the band's dorm.

Jungkook was currently teaching Jin how to play a racing game after the elder had continuously begged him to.

"Press the left button."

"Left?"

"No, just flip the controller and it'll run on its own—of course the left button!"

Jin shoots him a glare. "Well damn! Actin' like it's easy for me to adjust to these types of controls like you do, oh so great Golden Maknae. Maybe tone done the arrogance a little yeah?"

Jungkook could only scoff in response with an eye roll. "Honestly, after being taught the instructions for thirty minutes straight, you'd think you'd at least know how to make the car move. But then again, if it doesn't involve food, you're pretty much stupid."

Jin's eyes widened, a mix of shock and indignation flashing across his face. "You little shi—"

"Guys we have to go now!" Their playful squabble is abruptly cut short by a frantic, wide-eyed breathless Taehyung with a grave Namjoon silently in tow.

"Now what is it-oh, my god! What happened?!"

The vocal duo's facade of annoyance immediately drops upon taking in the usually tanned male's pale visage.

Taehyung opens his mouth to say something, but his emotions get the best of him rendering him speechless and teary eyed.

Namjoon quickly wraps an arm around the idol in silent support while Jin exchanges a worried and confused glance with Jungkook.

"What happened, Namjoon? Is everything okay?" Jin asks the leader in concern, leaving the forgotten game behind in favor of embracing a trembling Taehyung.

Namjoon releases a shaky breath, the tension in the room palpable. The sound of the front door slammed echoes into the heavy silence.

"What was that?" Jungkook questions as he grabs his jacket and hat after turning off the TV, ready to spring into action

"That was Yoongi."

Tired of the useless clues and wanting to get straight to the point, Jin presses. "Okay...and why did he leave in such a hurry?"

"It's Jimin...he's in the hospital."

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"We have to hurry up!" Yoongi's voice is thick with urgency, his leg bouncing uncontrollably as dread twists his stomach the closer they get to the given location.

"Calm down Yoongi, everything's going to be alright" Jin sends the tense male a small smile while trying to keep his own distress from showing.

The rapper isn't easily soothed. "That's easy for you to say! You wasn't the fucking one to hear Hoseok's voice over the phone—panicked, scared..."

"Okay, but—"

His words are cut off as they pull up to the hospital. Yoongi doesn't even wait for the car to fully stop before he bolts out the door.

Jin lets out a sigh of resignation before slowly unbuckling his seatbelt. "Come on, let's go."

"Where is he?!" The moment he's near the reception desk, any and all thought of concealing his identity from public's eye is forgotten.

The nurse, unflustered by his panic, maintains her composure. "Sir, you need to calm down and take a seat. We're—"

"Don't fucking tell me to calm down! I am not in the mood to listen to whatever useless bullshit you wanna say unless it has something to do with Jimin," Yoongi interrupts with a sharp glare, his tone bordering on hostile.

The nurse says nothing at first, only staring at him with a blank expression before a low and slow sigh escapes her.

"First of all, I work damn near eighteen hours a day getting piss, vomit, and maybe even shit on me. And I'm also forced to have a smile on my face when assholes like you come up and order me around as if I work for them. I am my own person, and I should not-no, WILL not let some pale ass skinny idol come and boss me around. So sit your ass down in the chair!" She snaps causing Yoongi's eyes to widen in shock before quickly doing what she says.

The woman shift her gaze towards the frozen onlookers who witnessed the whole scene with wide eyes.

An arched brow was all it took for them to follow along and scramble to the seats to avoid her wrath.

Satisfied with their obedience, her stern expression melts into a warm, beautiful smile that seems to make the band's hearts as she step closer.

"Now that we're all on the same page...hello! I will be at your service today. Kingly fill out this form for any future visits." she said,  voice a blend of authority and welcome.

A moment of silence pass before Jin breaks out of his daze and accept the clipboard from her.

"Um, w-we were told by one of our bandmates -Jung Hoseok- there has been an altercation with another bandmate -Park Jimin," he says nudging his head towards a silent Yoongi. "That's why we rushed, hence his behavior and actions."

"Well, I was going to tell you that the room you're looking for is number 256. Your friend Mr. Jung Hoseok already notified us you all were on the way. But I couldn't explain that due to a rude interruption," she states, giving a pointed look to Yoongi, who suddenly found the dirt at the bottom of his shoe the most interesting thing ever.

Namjoon stepped in, smoothing over the tension. "And for that, I give you his sincerest apologies. I can assure you he's normally more considerate, right Yoongi?"

Chastened, the guilty male bashfully nods and offers a quiet apology just as the nurse's phone started to ring, demanding her attention.

"Hello? Oh, Oppa!~" Her smile doubles in brightness, the group watching her becoming so captivated with the woman's sudden butterfly-like personality that no one noticed a male creeping into the building.

"Have you eaten today?" Whatever that is said on the other line causes her to pause with a gasp of shock. "No?! You need to take better careful of yourself and health. I can't have you walking around with an empty stomach...What?"

Her scolding morphs into confusion. "You can't dine with me if you're busy with rehearsals...You're not? T-then where are you?...Turn around?"

With hesitant moves, she follow his request only for her eyes to brim with tears at what—or who—awaited her.

Curious for the reason of her sudden emotion, the group's attention diverts to a handsome male causing their eyes to widen.

"Holy shit!" Taehyung's mouth drops at the sight of the very familiar face before him, "Her Oppa is—"

"Impossible...i-it can't be. You're supposed to be all the way across the world doing your tour right now," she softly says before quickly running into the open arms of Byun Baekhyun. [Hehe, Get it? Because EXO did a cover of 'Open arms'?...No?...Okay Imma stop]

"The fuck? Baekhyun is her boyfriend?! Where? When? Why? Shit better yet, how?" Jungkook bitterly questions as he watches the heartwarming scene happening before him.

"Now now, let's not jump to conclusions. Maybe he's a brother or family member. She did call him 'Oppa' after all," Jin weakly says knowing that his theory was a stretch.

Even so, the small part of him that hoped for it to be tr—nevermind...they're kissing.

"You were saying Jin?" Taehyung mumbles with a sad pout, voicing out the same the others felt regardless of just meeting the woman that same day.

"Quite a beautiful looking couple, am I right?" Jin releases a startled yelp at the unexpected voice as it cuts through the dejected air. 

Turning from the two lovebirds, they're met with a man in a white lab coat casually checking the charts on his clipboard.  "And a little word of advice: he's quiet possessive of her, so I wouldn't try anything if I were you..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Oh, where are my manners! My name is Dr. Choi, I'm the assigned doctor of your bandmate Park Jimin." Dr. Choi introduces himself with a sweet smile, continuing to review the charts at hand.

"Wait. So...so that's her...boyfriend?" Jungkook gasps in disbelief, barely latching on to anything but the word 'couple' in the doctor's previous statement.

"Fiancé actually. I believe you're all acquainted with him and his group? Um...it's EXO...yeah that's the name. Baekhyun here has been working with his idol group while she decided to go to a college that's close to the hospital. Despite how hectic both of their schedules are, they remained together. Just recently got engaged after deciding to get married once she graduates and gets her degree. Anyway back to your friend, Mr. Park...He's been asking for you. So if you would please follow me." Finishing those final words, Dr. Choi pivots and briskly strut down the hallway.

Alerted, Yoongi quickly rise from his seat and follow with the others in tow.

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"Jimin!" A chorus of voices shouts as they burst through the door, startling the oldest maknae from his TV watching.

"Oh~ Hi guys~" Jimin sings out in happiness as he continues to consume the chocolate pudding in front of him.

The room goes silent for a moment as the newly entered group analyzed him with confused gazes.

"Um...w-what's this?" Jungkook exclaims, tense body expecting to see the older male laying in bed with a life support machine hooked up to his broken body.

But instead? He only sees a foot brace adorning the lead dancer's right ankle.

"What? Oh, you mean the cast right? I know it's cool, they decorated it with glow-in-the-dark stickers and markers." Jimin boasts, making Taehyung's eyes widen in awe and quickly approach for a closer look.

Jungkook follows the other maknae in curiosity while Jin and Namjoon go to a corner to check their social medias, leaving a dazed Yoongi alone in the middle of the room.

"...You're okay," Yoongi breaths out in amazement; but as he continues to chant those two words, his face once soft of worry turns into a statue of anger. "Not only did I run out of bed in sickening worry, but I also got my ass handed to me by a nurse just to find out that you're fucking okay?!"

Jimin pouts, a hint of guilt in his tone. "I mean...the fall wasn't just okay. They even said that it's one of the most severe ankle sprains they've had this entire day."

Yoongi scoffs at the response as he begins to pace along the tiled floor in hopes of calming down.

"I can't believe this! Hoseok was literally bawling his eyes out on the phone, saying you were hurt really badly and that there was blood everywhere."

It was now Jimin's turn to frown in confusion.

"Blood? There wasn't any blood. If anything the only red thing there was the fruit punch he wasted on me when he saw me fall. Which, by the way, ended up in my hair and became sticky."

Yoongi's face goes blank. "I'm...I'm gonna kill him."

"Kill who?" Hoseok's light and unsuspecting voice fills the room, everyone silent as they turn to the cheerful man holding bags of food in hand.

"Run bitch, ruuuuun!" Taehyung screams, half-joking and half-serious once seeing Jin and Namjoon stand next to Yoongi.

Hoseok looks confused as he place the food down on a table nearby.

"Huh? But I just got...back..." his words trail off, atmosphere thickening upon catching the stern looks of his bandmates.

"Oh h-hey, Jin...Yoongi...Namjoon," Hoseok quietly greets the three after letting out an audible gulp.

Jin's rebuke is swift. "Don't hey us! Why the hell were you crying and blubbering into the phone like that?! Actually made us fear for Jimin's life and think that something had actually happened to him."

Hoseok holds up his hands in defense with wide eyes. "B-but he really was in serious danger! He could've broken his ankle or leg."

"Yeah, but the way you said it made it seemed like he broke his neck. Especially when saying there was blood everywhere, when in reality it was only the red juice you dropped." Jungkook interjects with raised eyebrows.

"I was in panic and they both look very similar in the practice room's lighting okay?!" Hoseok snaps, the fear he once had quickly replaced with irritation.

Jungkook mockingly shrugs, feigning defeat. "Hey, I'm just stating facts here. But at least you're not a complete crybaby and drama queen who makes everything seem worse than what they are...oh wait."

Hoseok could only stare at the maknae before suddenly lunging towards him, only to end up being constrained by Yoongi and Jin.

"Man this bastard's been on a roll today...first me, now Hoseok. Someone needs to teach him as a lesson." Jin bitterly mumbles as he continues to keep the seething Sunshine from beating Jungkook.

"I'll do it! Just let me go, I promise it won't be that damaging. Maybe a little bruise here or there but that's nothing makeup can't fix." Hoseok pleads upon hearing Jin causing Jungkook's eyes to slightly widen at the threat.

"D-don't let him go!" The once smug male nearly cries, having already experienced how painful the third eldest of the group's hits are.

Jin looks at the shivering maknae with a smirk. "I don't know, it might be good to put you back in your place...should we let him go Yoongi?"

Yoongi shrugs, acting along with Jin as he too found Jungkook's behavior wrong. "Sure, it'll do him some good."

The two began to ominously loosen their grip on the vengeful dancer while Jungkook, on the other hand, starts to panic more.

"ENOUGH!" Namjoon's voice slices through the chaos, making everyone stop. "Jungkook, you know that's not how we treat one another, especially those older. You need to apologize."

"I-I'm sorry Jin...I'm sorry Hoseok. I know I've been raised not to act such a way towards you two. Must've gotten too comfortable." Jungkook softly voices out with his deepest sincerities.

"It's okay, I forgive you. Just don't do it anymore, I find it very hurtful when you do things like that." Jin states as a now calmed Hoseok nods his head in agreement.

Namjoon nods his head over the now mended problem. "Now that one of the situations is solved...Hoseok" the sound of his name being called out caused the male's body to stiffen.

"Y-yes Namjoon?" He cautiously questions already knowing a scolding is about to happen.

"Please wait until they inform you of the situation before you go and call what happened next time. We can't keep doing things like this okay?" Namjoon gently says, desperately wanting to go back home and rest at the moment.

A sigh of relief leaves the older of the two, happy that nothing worse came as he nods his head.

"Good now—"

Namjoon pauses mid-sentence at the sudden knock of the door, opening it to reveal Dr. Choi and the pretty nurse from earlier.

"Apologies for the intrusion. It's time for Mr. Park's vitals check. Please, feel free to wait over there," she suggests, soft yet authoritative as she dons her gloves.

Not wanting a repeat of before, the group obeys and relocate to the chairs, gazes remain fixed on the nurse and her captivating presence.

Noticing their intense entrancement, Hoseok lets out a snort.

"Gonna take a guess you all got the honor of meeting Miss Nurse there. Maybe ease up on the gazing, yeah? She's not an exhibit," he teasingly chides, sparking a wave of sheepish glances among the others.

"I-I can't help it! It's...she's just so..." Taehyung trails off, gaze lingering as he release a dreamy sigh.

"I know, I was a stuttering mess when I got here," Hoseok confesses, cheeks tinted with a rare flush as he remembers the way she giggled when he was making a fool of himself.

"Yup," Jungkook speaks up, tone heavy with envy, "Too bad she's got a boyfriend—fiancé, actually."

Hoseok chokes on his spit in surprise. "She's engaged?!"

Question answered by solemn head nods, his once bashful demeanor morphs into one of downhearted.

"Man...that's a total bummer. I was really hoping she was single. Well, maybe we can be friends if her fiancé isn't the jealous type." Hoseok muses out loud a small smile that quickly turns into a frown once he saw the others' faces.

"Really?! You've got to be kidding me! Dammit...can't meet anyone nice without being already spoken for or getting tangled up in dating rumors."

The disappointed dancer huffs, shifting his gaze causing a smile to appear. "At least Jimin's having a good time." Following where he was gesturing to, they all collectively look towards the said male.

"Look at him! Using his injury as a boost just to get closer...this is so unfair." Jungkook kisses his teeth, forced to watch idol cutely flirt—even going as far as holding her hand due to being afraid of needles, which the woman giggled at in fondness.

"Hey, remember when ____ begged us to ask the company to make a fake doctor's note about her leg being broken so she won't have to participate in that dance fitness class?" Jin lightly mumbles out trying to bring up the others sour moods.

And thankfully it did.

"Yeah, I remember! She was so pissed when the university she attended made it a mandatory course. Literally threatened us that she'll break her leg on purpose when we refused to do it."

"Ha! She wouldn't dare. We all know how much she's afraid of getting hurt."

"It's funny how she decided to stay in the class all of a sudden huh?"

"And going out more for jogs? Yeah, I've been noticing that too. She needs to start taking a few breaks."

"Maybe she wanted to get thicc like me?" Taehyung casually says as he flutters his eyelashes causing the others to scoff.

After ten quick minutes of the group talking about random things while their injured bandmate try woo taken woman with his sly attempts, the checkup was finally over.

"Alright, so far vitals seem to be in check. I'll prescribe some painkillers for the sprain. Though because of the severity of the twist itself,  he'll have to stay for the next two days in case it's something more other than a sp—"

Distant shouts and an emergency ambulance siren cut off the doctor as his pager goes off, mirrored by the nurse's tablet in hand.

A silent exchange passed between them, a prelude to the storm brewing beyond their immediate sight.

Swiftly taking a look at the noisy devices, the two exchange a look of wary realizing they were ringing for the same patient.

"Apologies, but we're needed urgently. The painkillers will have to wait," Dr. Choi's voice, once steady, now carried an undercurrent of haste as he disappeared through the door.

"I'll be back, perhaps in a few hours." Voice usually soothing, now carries a weight as she discards the medical gloves with a practiced motion before opening the door.

"Wait! What's happening?" Hoseok reaches out, concern etching his features.

The hesitation is clear in her eyes, the professional boundary wrestling with human need to share. "It's...not my place to say. Especially with surgery waiting. I'm sorry."

Before she could leave the room, Jin steps forward. "Please. We promise to keep it to ourselves, we won't tell a soul. Just...who is it?" He softly pleads.

The others murmur in agreement, just wanting to help console the family that's probably standing in the waiting room thinking the worst.

A heavy sigh escapes her, surrendering to their insistence.

"I...it's a student from Seoul's University of Performing Arts. We were told a severe head injury: traumatic blow to the head from falling against concrete during an outdoor dance warmups...there's significant blood loss. Now I'm sorry, but that's all I can say right now." Words, hurried and clipped, she disappears into the crowd of moving medical residents.

"No, wait!" Taehyung calls out as he and Namjoon try to pursue her, desperate for answers.

Looking around the hallway for the runaway nurse only to end up empty-handed in their search, Namjoon gestures back to the room with a rueful sigh. "C'mon...let's go back." 

Slowly walking back in defeat heavy in their hearts, a flash of a familiar hoodie causes Taehyung to freeze.

"No, is that...?" His voice trails of in uncertainty as his eyes narrow just to be sure.

His breath hitches in surprise, eyes widening in shock and disbelief before striding over to the huddled person, drawing puzzled looks from Namjoon.

"Taehyung? Tae-what are you doing?!" The band leader calls out as he steps from the room's doorway, gaining the other members' attention and causing them to follow.

Jungkook reaches the vocalist and pulls him back, staring at him weirdly. But the idol doesn't care, he continues to stare at the back that faces them in a trance like state.

"Tae, what are you doing? Are you insane??" Jungkook hisses, sending a wary glance over to the person hunched up in the corner crying in worry of disturbing them.

"No, t-that hoodie looks familiar see?" Taehyung faintly whispers, not wanting to believe that what his mind is making up is true.

Jungkook takes a closer look at the piece of clothing before letting out a breath.

"Look, there's plenty of hoodies that are similar to yours! You're just stressed...you can take a nap when we get back to Jimin's room okay?" The maknae assures in hopes of coaxing the older to move.

And he does. Though hesitant with every step, his eyes never leave the figure's back.

"Come on Tae, we'll eat some Panda Express. It'll help you feel better once you have a full stomach." Jin coos, gently directing the tensed idol towards the direction of the room.

But as if a tug pulled at him, Taehyung takes a step back. He looks at the faces of the others as his final decision is made.

Namjoon's eyebrows furrow in confusion at the male's expression. "What? Taeh-wait!"

Namjoon's confusion turns to alarm at younger's apologetic look, knowing he's about to do. "Taehyung! W—"

Swiftly dodging the hand attempting to grab him, he quickly jogs back where he last saw the hoodie as the rest trails after.

The chorus of voices telling him to stop were ignored.

Walking up to the person, he turns the crying person around with a tug of their hood, revealing a head of very familiar hair.

"Tae—" Yoongi's harsh voice of irritation cuts off upon seeing a tear-streaked face he immediately recognized.

"Adora!" Taehyung breaths out in relief, vaguely recalling how it was the same hoodie he gave for her to borrow but was never returned.

"What's wrong?" Jungkook softly questions the girl as her legs gave out, tears starting to well.

With quick reflexes, Taehyung grabs a hold of her, slowly bringing the troubled woman over to the cushioned chairs against the wall.

"I-I...t-they" Adora's words are in jumbled stutters, body racked with sobs making it impossible to clearly speak.

"Adora? What are you doing here?" Namjoon cautiously probes when her cries finally calms down a little.

"[N-nickname]," she croaks out as the tears resurfaced once more.

Confused dread fills up in the minds of the men around her at the mention of you as she continues to cry out her pain.

Yoongi stills with a sinking heart, fragments of past conversations piecing together into a grim realization.

"...it's a student from Seoul's University of Performing Arts. We were told a severe head injury: traumatic blow to the head from falling against concrete during an outdoor dance warmups..."

"...funny how she decided to stay in the class all of a sudden huh?"

"...going out more for jogs? Yeah, I've been noticing that too....needs to start taking a few breaks."

With frantic movements, Yoongi desperately clasp Adora's trembling shoulders.

Eyes brimming with the onset of tears, his heart feeling as if squeezed by an iron grip of dread.

"Where is she? What happened to her?"

He's answered by sobs, louder and more pained than before.

"What the fuck happened to ____ Adora!" Yoongi's voice escalates, raw with anguish as he slowly shake to the floor with cries of his own.

While everyone else looks at the rapper alarmed, Taehyung's own tears spilling over as he draws Adora into a supportive embrace.

"She's...in critical condition. They..." Her words are fragile with despair, the weight of it nearly snapping the hearts of those who heard it

"...they say she might not wake up."

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"𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 is it? Goddammit!" You bite your lip as your fidgeting body zooms around the room, easily ignoring the curious looks thrown your way.

Minutes have passed of you trying to locate your precious camera after misplacing it the other day with no luck.

"Hey ____ I need a fav- what's wrong?"

You quickly turn towards the source of the voice. The moment your eyes lands on the familiar face they fill with unshed tears before you finally snap.

"S-Sujin!"

Jumping on the unprepared woman, you wrap your arms around her smaller frame, the sudden action forcing her to take a few staggering steps back.

"Wha-____?!"

"I-I lost it Su," you blubber through your tears as you lay on top of her, "It's gone! They're gone...all of those memories...are gone!"

She pulls away from your grip with furrowed brows, dark eyes studying the tear streaks along your skin. "Memories?"

"T-the present m-my parents gave me all those years ago!"

A moment passes before her pink lips formed into a circle of realization and stares at you in sympathy. "Oh, honey."

"Whyyy lord! I'm sorry I skipped church this past month when I promised to go. Please don't do this to me! I swear I won't act up again!"

You begin to fall on your knees to pray but are quickly caught by an embarrassed Sujin once she noticed the amount of attention you were drawing.

"____ I swear if you don't get your shit together! How'd you expect to be a member of the team when you're being so dramatic all the time? The boss will never take you seriously!" She harshly hisses before plastering a strained smile.

Your body shakes from the soft tremors of your stuttering breath intake. "B-but-"

"But nothing! You're a grown-ass woman, it's time to act like it! We all lose something precious but that doesn't give us an excuse to start bawling out in public. Especially in a potential job."

'She's right,' Your head bow in shame, 'now is not the time ____. Woman the fuck up.'

Wiping away the leftover tears, you lift your head high as you give her your most determined look.

"You're right, now is not the time. I'll just have to push through...that's all."

Sujin smiles at your uplifting attitude and pats you on the back in satisfaction as you make your way towards the storage room. "Now that's what I'm talking about! You'll find that camera, and if not we'll just have to make more memories."

Your step falters once those words were processed. "Make...new...ones?"

"Well yeah? What did you expect would happen? If it's missing for more than a month, the chances are that it's either stolen or thrown away."

'I know momma ain't raise no weak bitch...but she did raise one that'll cry when losing something like that camera though.'

And just like that, you quickly crumpled to dust.

Sujin quickly catches on to your mood. "No! We are not going through this again ____!"

You lean against the wall, face frozen with a cry as you slowly slide to the floor.

"Can you just-ugh!"

*Ten Minutes Later*

Handing you a tissue with a smile, Sujin gives you a soft pat on the shoulder. "Are you okay now?"

"Y-yeah. I kinda got it all out of my system now. Sorry you had to go through that." You look at the floor to avoid her amused gaze.

"No problem Toots. You would've done the same for me if the roles were switched."

Wiping away the remaining evidence of your crying fest, you take a deep breath of air and close your eyes. 'No worries. You'll find it, whether today or next year, so no need to cry over it. You have a job to do.'

"Now that you're stable enough, do you think you can pick up some more donuts for the team? They've been under a lot of pressure this week, especially with BTS coming for their photoshoot."

You scoff at the puppy dog expression she was displaying, cheeks puffed out with a pout as big round eyes pleadingly stared at you. "Yeah yeah, I'll get going."

A squeal of delight leaves her jumping frame before she engulfs you in a tight hug. "Ah! Thank you so much!"

Running off before you could get a word in, she quickly turns and throws a bright smile and energetic thumbs up in your direction.

You pick up your purse with a sigh and begin your way towards the lobby, dread filling your being at the thought of the long waiting lines. "Man...the things I do for these people."

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"The things...I do...for these fucking people!" You hissed with a huff, eyes slightly narrowed in irritation as your cramped arms held up the countless boxes of donuts.

Of course, there were moments of a kind passerby offering to help, but you politely decline for the fact of them possibly freaking out once they saw who was at your workplace at the moment.

Countless warnings of the unpredictable acts that obsessive unstable fans of idols, other known as Sasaeng fans, were capable of committing floated around your workplace.

So you decided to not take any chances and do the daunting multi-person task alone.

Passing through the front desk with a strained smile, you quickly flashed your badge and move towards the elevator before your arms gave out.

You lean against the cool metal surface as the tempting pile of steaming hot boxes sit at your feet.

The smell of fresh out the oven donuts surrounded you, its intoxicating scent causing your stomach to grumble.

'I missed my lunch break already. So...maybe just one?'

"No..." You snap out of your trance with a head shake, the persuading thoughts of devouring the pastries causing your mouth to itch with want, "It's not for you ____...Not. For. You."

'Bitch you bought it with your own damn money! If anything fuck them people and take all of this shit home. Just think about it...You could be feasting on these...all alone.'

Moments pass of your internal struggle before you give in to the gluttony. "Ah, fuck it."

Quickly opening a box, you pick up a glazed donut and bite into it causing your eyes to roll at the taste.

They were quickly filled with tears as you stare at the bitten dessert in adoration. 'Is...is this what falling in love feels like? Can this be a relationship that the world would accept with open arms? Finding Love in a Single Bite: A woman and a donut.'

The shrill ding of the elevator causes you to flinch out of your daydream before its door slowly opens.

"The...fuck?" Mouth dropped open in disbelief, the donut you held silently falls to the ground as you witness the chaos before you.

"____!" A shout over the multiple screams around you shifts your attention from the bodies zooming in different directions until they finally land on a frantic Sujin.

"Sujin?!"

A smile appears on her face as she speeds into the elevator and pulls you onto the bustling floor. "Wha-"

"Oh ____, thank god I found you! You don't know how downhill everything's been."

"But the donut-"

"No worries, that's already been covered~" You turn towards the elevator and watch as bodies fill the metal space and tear through the boxes with a look of hunger.

Seconds passed before empty boxes liter the floor, not a single pastry was left behind.

Even the half-bitten donut seemed to have disappeared which cause your mouth to twist in disgust and anger.

"Sujin!"

"No time to talk! Our best photographer in the building came down with the Flu, and now we don't have anyone to take pictures of the group."

You look at her in confusion. "So...why am I brought into this?"

"Oh, you're just gonna take their photoshoot for the day."

"Well that's good 'cause someone needs to-WHAT?!"

She scoffs at your panicked state with a shake of her head. "Now is not the time to play around ____! This is BTS we're talking about, one of the biggest idol groups in the world."

Blinking at her words, you allow her to drag you towards the big closed door.

Regaining your senses in time you stop before she could open it. "I-I can't go in there Sujin! Why am I even doing this? What did the boss man say about it?"

"It was his choice in the first place. And before you ask me, no I don't know why."

Your mouth closes at her words before staring at the metal door.

"Look ____," you feel the lightweight of her hands as she places them on your shoulders, eyes gazing straight into yours, "just remember one thing before you go in there...If you mess this up the entire company will be the laughing stock of the photography network."

Frozen as the countless amount of scenarios fill your mind, your body trembles in fear of making a fool of yourself.

"But...but..."

Forcing a very expensive-looking camera into your hands, she gives you a wide smile. "Good luck!"

"Wait I need a transla-"

And with that, you are pushed through the door, facing the moment of your life of whether you make it or break it.

All eyes are on you causing your heart to race at the heavyweight of their gazes.

"H-hi"

Wincing at the crack in your voice, your palms began to sweat as a tall intimidating man walks towards you with furrowed brows.

"Are you ____ [Last Name]?"

You mentally let out a sigh of relief at the perfect English escaping his mouth, body slightly relaxing in the reassurance of actually making it through.

"Yes, that's me."

With a sharp head nod, he pulls you by the arm and drags you to the other side of the room where the group patiently waited. "Now hold up a minute! I-"

"No time to talk. We only have a time slot of only one hour to get this thing done. Let's go people!"

Placing you in front of them, you fight the urge to run out of the room once seven pairs of eyes observe your stiff figure.

"Um, Hi? M-my name is ____ [Last Name], and I will be your photographer for today. So...yeah."

Almost as if noticing how uncomfortable you were, a man- who you assume to be the leader of the group- steps forward.

He quickly holds up a hand causing the others around him to get in a formation.

"Dul, Set! Bangtan! Annyeong Haseyo Bangtan Sonyeondan Imnida!" Their voices echo around the room as they move in sync, everyone's focus shifted from you and to their small performance.

Not a single one of their bodies shifted from the newly acquired attention, posture still as calm and collected as before.

The group leader nods his head while giving you a small dimpled smile of reassurance.

'These guys...they're one of the most known faces in the entire world. If they're able to get on a stage and face millions of people at once, then I could do this photoshoot.'

"Alright!" Your confidence-filled voice causes you to be the center of attention once more, but this time you don't shy away. "Let's begin."

*1 Hour Later*

"You did an amazing job ____! I'm so proud of you."

You break away from your water break as Sujin walks up to you with a proud smile.

Even though it won't show from your complexion, the skin on your face begins to heat from her compliment.

"Thanks Su! It means a lot, but all there I had to do was take pictures of simple poses. I tried my best, that's what matters at the end of the day."

She scoffs at your humbling words. "Oh please! If it wasn't so good, then why would Hybe want to hire you as one of their traveling photographers?"

"Wha-" You stop at the sight of the contract papers in her hands, along with a camera that was even more expensive than the last, their logo proudly displayed on its shiny surface.

"Please say sike right now and tell me this is a joke."

"Nope! They wanted me to personally ask that you join them." Her face softened at the look on your face. "I know it's hard for you to believe it, but you do have talent ____. Don't waste it all away by staying here to be an intern. Go out and show them what they missed out on."

You shake your head at her words. "I-I can't! What about you? I've made so many memories with you and this company, to just up and leave would mea-"

"They'll pay you three times the amount of a full-time employee here if you go."

"Where should I sign my name again?" Pen already in hand, you take the camera and contract out of her hands.

After a few minutes of reading through and finding the rules and regulations acceptable, you sign and hold the camera with a smile.

Sujin claps her hands in excitement as you get acquainted with the device before stopping at the sight behind you.

Her eyes slightly widen, eyebrows raising once a few moments pass.

"Um ____? I'm just gonna go and...get something from the fridge! Yeah, see ya!" Taking the papers and camera from you, she speeds away from your confused face.

"Wha-but we don't even have a fridge here!" You call out to her shrinking frame.

"H-hello."

You jump at the deep voice, quickly turning towards the source.

A smile appears once you realize it was one of the members from earlier. "Hello! What can I do for you?"

A light blush coats his tan skin, heartbeat racing as he stares into your eyes while they send a warm gaze towards him.

"M-my name is Taehyung...and I...want...give...c-camura...to you." He lifts a camera to your line of vision, large hands cradling it with the up-most care.

You freeze at the sight of the familiar device and slowly grab it from his hands. Your eyes begin to mist over in relief as you trace the handmade initials that were placed on it from so many years ago.

"Where...where did you find this?"

"Umm" His eyebrows crease at your words as he hesitates, mouth pursed in frustration from the struggles of finding the right words to say in English.

A few moments pass before the frustration was replaced with a bright look.

Gently grabbing your arm Taehyung pulls you out of the room and into the sea of moving workers.

You slightly hide behind his frame and away from the prying eyes as he continues to hold on to you without a care, a wide boxy smile gracing his face.

After almost ten minutes of the two of you dodging and avoiding getting caught, you finally stop.

He lets go of you and opens his arms in a way of saying 'tada!'

You take a step back in the realization of where he had taken you: It was the empty room you stumbled upon after being a newbie intern for about two months.

The giant window that took up most of the wall was what caused you to come back every chance that you had.

It had a perfect view of the city, the sunlight shining off the buildings during the day and thousands of lights flashing like a party at night.

But you had to stop coming as often when more assignments were added to as a helper to the staff and others.

"We got here...and photo taker was sick."

You break away from your thoughts and stare at Taehyung while he avoids your gaze and he looks at his feet instead.

"We about to go...but I wanted to stay. So I ran and hid so they not take me back. I was about to go, but stop when shiny hit my eyes," walking over to the window with a giddy bounce, he points at its sill, "This where camura found!"

His smile drops for a moment causing you to step up to him in worry.

You reach your hand out to touch him but stop when he suddenly gives you a ninety-degree bow. "I'm sorry!"

Your head tilts giving him a push to explain himself in hopes that you won't get angry or upset.

"When I found it, I was gonna give to worker. My finger made mistake and hit button and got on. I was awe and start to look in camura even when it not mines. I was c-curos?"

You chuckle at his attempt at saying the words, but immediately stop when he leans close.

"I saw pictures...some easy and some very not easy. I like ones that show your skin and sun most. Like now..." The heat from Taehyung's hand feels soothing as he softly caresses the side of your face, eyes taking in the way the sunlight caused you to glow.

"Very pretty chocolate."

Your breath hitches at his words, body shivering at the intense air surrounding him.

Looking deep into your eyes, his nose brushes against yours. "Can I taste it?"

"T-taehyung?" You squeak his name causing the idol's eyes to darken even more.

"Say my name again?"

'Oh Lord! What is this man trying to do to me?!'

The sudden shrill ring of a phone causes the tension to break.

Reluctantly moving away from you with a sigh, Taehyung pulls out his phone with a glare at whoever disturbed the moment.

"What is it?"

"Taehyung where are you?"

The male runs a hand through his hair once he recognizes who the voice belongs to. "Yoongi? Why are you calling me? You need something?"

"What I need is for you to come to the first floor. We've given you twenty minutes to go and talk to that girl you like. Now it's time to go."

Taehyung sneaks a look at your dazed face, lips stretching into a smirk at your adorable reaction. "Can't you just give me a few more minutes? I didn't even get to-"

"Tae I swear if you don't get your ass back here, I will find you and drag your ass in front of her."

Taehyung childishly stomps his foot at the threat with a pout. "Why would you say something like that! She won't look at me like a man if you do."

"Then get to the lobby before we pull a Hoseok and leave you behind. We have too much stuff to do with this upcoming album."

"That's fine, I'll just stay with ____ then."

A tired sigh is heard on the other line. "I doubt it she'd wanna stay with you...especially when I get Namjoon to tell her that you got a laptop full of porn like the pervert you are."

The maknae's eyes widen. "N-no! I'm on my way right now."

"Uh-huh, you better...and let me use your laptop when we get back to the dorm."

The phone cuts off before he's able to reply, leaving him with the monotone dial sound.

You finally break out of your trance in time to catch the sad pout on his face.

"What happened?"

"My band say I must go. Too late, we busy schedule this week."

You frown at his answer before looking at him with a sly smile. "Well, I guess I'll just have to see you tomorrow. Especially since I'm working at Hybe now."

Taehyung's heavy heart is lifted at the words work and Hybe. "You work at Hybe now?"

"Yup, now all I have to do is-"

Your words are cut off by the sudden attack of his arms pushing you to his chest.

"Yay! This is great! We get to see much often!" He bounces up and down with you in his arms, causing you to hop along with him.

You join in with his joy, the room filled with the laughter of two adults. But the happiness didn't last long when he pulled away with a smaller smile, yet his eyes still shining as bright as ever. "I must go now."

"It's okay, wouldn't want you in trouble if you didn't." Softly pushing his back you give him a little boost to go on his way.

With slow movements towards the doorway, he stops with a gasp and quickly turns back to you.

Grabbing your face, his eyes crinkle up in happiness before giving you a quick kiss on the tip of your nose. "There...now I gave kiss. Bye bye~"

He giggles at the shock on your face and runs out of the room, leaving you alone with a giant grin.

"This boy..."

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'𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 day...another dollar.'

You snort at the thought. "Ha, wish it was like that. Can barely get a damn penny when dealing in this type of life."

The sound of your footsteps echoes around the stairwell as you slowly make your way up the stairs of the apartment building you lived in.

You struggled to pick your feet up, each one weighing a ton as your dull bloodshot eyes struggled to stay open with only the promise of a nap urging you on.

The thought of having to do another twelve-hour shift at the dinner tomorrow nearly made you want to fall to the ground and weep.

'I should've just kept my ass in America. At least I wouldn't be struggling as much as I am right now.'

"Why the hell there isn't an elevator up in this bitch?!" You nearly scream out in anger only for the reply to be an echo that softens every passing second.

Head shaking in exhaustion, you continue on your trek to the fifth floor.

A breath of relief escapes you when catching sight of the poster labeled with a rusty number five. The creaky groans of the un-oiled door fill your ears as you push it open with a heave.

'Wait a minute...' You still your breathing in anticipation for the high squeaks only to hear silence. '...no rats chasing me this time?'

"Well okay then!" With a pep in your step, you continue on your merry way with a happy smile.

It was until you reached your designated door when it fell. You stop your movements, apartment keys dangling halfway out of your apron as you analyze the pink slip before you.

"What?"

Ripping the paper off the door, you frantically look at big bolded letters with dread.

"Nononono! An eviction! Where the hell was this a month ago?! How the hell did I even get one in the first place?!"

Your eyes widen, quickly getting ahold of the keys, you unlock the door and step inside.

The door slams shut as you zoom into your room and throw the paper on the bed. Narrowed eyes glare at it as you began to pace along the carpeted floor in anxious movements.

"And eviction...think ____, think! There must be a reason for this to happen. I put my payment into the pile, so it should've been paid..."

After minutes of trying to find a solution, you finally fall into the squeaky bed in defeat. "Goddammit!"

Tears filled your eyes as you looked at the cursed sheet in sadness. "And I only have two days to move out no less...momma was right. I was getting too ahead of myself. Now look at me: A big ass failure."

'No, don't think like that! If anything you're proving to be more than that. So what if there's not a big house to your name? Or you not being able to experience and indulge in the luxurious life?'

"I know...but damn. A bitch would've liked to have it though."

'You alive ain't it? As long as you still breathing, you surviving. In the end, that's all that matters."

Weakly wiping away the leftover tears, you take consideration of your subconscious' words with a shaky breath of air. "Y-you right. Now is not the time to cry."

'You damn skippy I'm right! Now go in there, get a big ass cup of some of that Minute Maid, and think of a way to get through this.'

Your eyes widen in the realization of still having your favorite juice before sitting up with a smile. "Oh yeah, I still have the pink-lemonade one...Fuck yes!"

Walking into the kitchen with a lighter heart, you open the fridge and grab the cartoon only to stop when feeling the weight of it.

Peeking inside the container you freeze at the sight of only a good swallow left. "The fuck? I could've sworn I had half of a container in there. Unless..."

Your voice trails off when a long string of silky black hair came into view. 'Fucking Su-yeon.'

Teeth gritted in anger, you grab the nearly empty box and chuck it towards the wall in a fit of rage.

"I asked her to do one thing. One goddamn thing! Don't touch my fucking juice. Is it too much to ask?"

Having a habit to act dramatically when angry, you begin to pull out the little food left in there and throw it on the floor.

With your hand on the last object in there, you stop when the bright sticky note caught your attention.

A smirk appears at the messily scrawled message of 'Su-yeon's stuff: do not touch' sitting on the piece of paper.

"Oh? Well, would you look at that? Su-yeon's juice. But wait, she has a label on it? Of course, me being the respectful roommate I am, I'll just leave it alone...unless," slyly picking up the bottled liquid, you take off the note, "there was never a note on there to begin with. Oops?"

Unscrewing the top with a shrug, you take a swig of it causing your face to scrunch at the bittersweet aftertaste.

'Ugh, this shit's nasty! I should put it back...'

You laugh at your thoughts with a shake of your head. "Ha! I better not. Even if it tastes like shit I'll be damned if I do. Besides, revenge is what makes the flavor better."

A peaceful atmosphere surrounds you as you continue to consume the juice until half of its contents was finished. It was then the sound of the front door being slammed open which caused your eyebrows to raise.

Su-yeon was home.

"____! Come here quick!"

With the bottle still in hand, you slowly walk towards her room, little sips taken on the way there.

A shiver passes down your skin at the sight of a body-sized cut-out of a BTS member staring back at you.

Forcing the feeling of uneasiness back, you open the door to the sight of Su-yeon pinning pictures and dates to a whiteboard.

"Oh ____!" Her eyes widen with an obsessive gleam of happiness once she sees you walk into the room, "I've got something to show you~"

"Does it have something to do with making that k-pop group fall in love with you again?" You ask, cautiously staying close to the doorway.

From the first moment of meeting Su-yeon, you knew there was something off about her.

Whether it was pictures/cut-outs of the member's body parts plastered on her wall or a map that showed all of their previous whereabouts, it definitely wasn't a regular idol-fan kind of relationship.

Day and night she'd talk and gush over their features, a box filled with memorabilia of used spoons or bottled waters that she somehow obtained sat proudly on her dresser.

Claiming to be the love of her life, Su-yeon downright refused the thought of change happening amongst them.

You nearly had to call the police when she started to freak out upon the recent discovery of the maknae's hidden tattoos and talked of going up and forcing him to get them removed.

Luckily you were able to talk her out of doing so. You couldn't just let her go to jail because of it, I mean...who would be there to pay the other half of the rent if she's gone?

"I've finally made up the perfect plan to make BTS fall in love with me!" A big smile sat on her face as she walks over to the giant whiteboard decorated with miles and miles of strings and pins with dates.

"Hmm...really? Ah shit. That's what I'm talking about girl. Go get 'em," you dully feed into her talk with a gulp of juice, hoping to end the conversation as soon as possible.

"I know! I've been planning this for months, it's impossible for it not to work. Within a week, I'll be in the arms of my loves~" She twirls with a dreamy sigh, stars shining in her eyes.

"Really? Oh wow...I know you lying! How'd you do it sis."

"Well, you see...I was able to buy a potion from this old lady that promised that if I drink it, I'll be able to turn back into my child form. Not only that, but I'll be so cute that no one will ever resist me! Can you believe it?!" Turning towards you, her smile immediately drops at the sight of you rolling your eyes.

"...____?"

"This bitch right here..." With a sigh, you forced a smile and turn towards her only to freeze at her stilled form, "the hell's wrong with you?"

Su-yeon shakily lifts her hand, head twitching every few seconds. "T-that bottle in your hand...was that the one from the fridge?"

'Ha! Don't tell me she's gonna fall apart just because I'm drinking her juice?'

"Why yes. It. Is" Tauntingly lifting it to her face you take another big gulp with a sigh of content.

"NOOOO!" She lunges towards you with wild frantic eyes. You swiftly move over with a side-step in avoidance of falling.

The sound of cries and heavy thuds fill the room as you quickly drink more while dodging her tackle attempts.

"WHY?!" Su-yeon finally drops to the floor with a tear-streaked face once she saw that she's unable to catch you, "MY POTION! MY PRECIOUS POTION!"

Hearing her words, your eyes widen in shock before choking on the remaining liquid in your mouth. "The fuck you just say?"

"M-my potion was in there! You drank my potion! Do you know how much I had to do to get it?!"

You look at the girl in rage, the now-empty plastic thrown to the ground. "What is wrong with you?! Why would you put it in a juice container? Why not a goddamn bottle that had some white shit like Ecstacy or Crack labeled on it so I won't drink it?"

Your breath begins to speed up in panic, feet automatically pacing on the floor. "Oh god! What the fuck did I get myself into?! I should've just acted more mature and confronted her about my juice. But noooo! My petty ass had to do something stupid!"

You stop when a sudden thought came to mind. 'This was Su-yeon's long last dream of seeing them, and I fucked it up for her...'

Turning towards the heartbroken girl to apologize, you stop once you saw that she was nowhere in the room. "Su-yeon?"

"You ruined it..."

You jump from the raspy whisper of her voice before her hunched frame came into view.

Her body began to twitch more as she steps away from the doorway.

"Hey look, I'm sorry. I didn't know it was your-"

"SHUT UP!"

You flinch at the sudden gleam of a knife, her dark eyes staring at you with pure hatred.

"You ruined...evERYTHING! MY LIFE'S OVER BECAUSE OF YOU!"

"W-wait a minute! Let's just calm down for a moment. How do you know if it wasn't fluke huh? You're willing to kill me for something that may not even be real?" You're backed into a walk as she stalks closer to you.

Soft giggles leave her small frame, you helplessly stare at her as they begin to grow even louder and nerve-racking.

"A fluke? You really think it was a fluke?" She stops smiling with a glare. "I spent everything I had on that potion. My savings account, my parents' insurance money, hell even last month's rent. So don't tell me the potion was a fucking scam. And if it was? I was ready to risk it all."

A glare of disgust and anger sits on your face as you look into her deranged eyes. "You're fucking sick you know that? You are literally willing to ruin the lives of others just for some fucking idols? Get it together!"

More tears fall down her face, lips shaking as she takes in small gasps of air. "They are my EVERYTHING ____! If I can't have them, what's the use of living anymore?"

Su-yeon quickly wipes away the leftover tears before walking closer with the knife menacingly shinning in the light.

Tears of your own start to form once she raises the knife high over her head.

"W-wait!"

Pausing at your pleading, she looks at you with a blank face. "What?"

"What would happen when my family gets suspicious of my disappearance? You really want BTS to see their beloved fan going to jail for murder?"

The room goes silent at your words. Silent prayers fill your head in the hope of being able to change her mind.

A smile appears on her face. "You must've really believed that I'd spare you just because of some bullshit excuse. I've got nothing to lose now. So what if I'm taken away to jail? I'll happily live there knowing that the cause of my suffering is buried six-feet-under."

She raises the knife once more.

"N-no Su-yeon wait! I-"

Your words were cut off by a scream as the knife enters the side of your stomach, it intensifies when she suddenly twist the blade with a sickening smirk.

You felt as though your body was on fire from the pain. The muscles around the weapon contract in response before she rips it out.

Falling unto the floor with a thud, you curl up into a ball, blood flowing freely as it surrounds your convulsing body.

"P-please," you gaze up at her with blurred eyes, "I'm sorry. I didn't m-"

A sharp gasp escapes you when she stabs into one of your legs making it impossible for you to run out.

"Tch, so weak...and I thought you black women were supposed to be all strong and independent. But here you are, weeping for your life because of some little ole stab wounds."

You gag in pain, blood rushing up from the back of your throat to join the pool that's already there.

Drowsiness began to take over your body when the sound of her footsteps seemed to grow distant.

'I...I can't go out like this...not this way...'

With much struggle, you were finally able to pull out your phone and press the emergency contact.

The dial tone rings for a few seconds before a click sound happens.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"

"I need...help!" you cry out as your breathing turns into wheezes of pain, "please!"

"Ma'am can you tell me what's happened?"

"I-I've been stabbed...it's...really bad. I don't...I don't think I can hold on...much longer..."

"Just stay with me ma'am, send me your address and an emergency unit will arrive shortly."

Despite your vision blurring, you were still able to make out the figure of Su-yeon as she walks back into the room.

But instead of a knife, a paperweight of what seemed to be the symbol of BTS that was held in her hands.

"I won't make it!" You choke out as more blood floods your mouth, tears fell to the floor as you awaited your inevitable fate, "please...tell my family...that I love the-"

A heavy blow was sent to your head causing your eyes to roll back. Everything seemed to fade away, darkness wrapping you up in its grip.

'So much for surviving...guess momma was right'

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A huff of exhaustion leaves Su-yeon as she drags your body out of the back of her trunk.

After knocking you out, she knew she only had a good amount of time before the police traced your call and came to the apartment.

Doing a short clean of the knife, she wrapped you up in her bedsheet and placed you in the car to keep away from prying eyes.

Nearly thirty minutes had passed before she finally settled on a small damp area in between two tall buildings.

"Hey!"

She tense at the calling of a voice. Quickly making sure that the face mask was secure enough, she tilts her head in acknowledgment.

"Do you need help? It seems that you're having a little bit of trouble."

"N-no thank you!" She deepens her voice with a scruffy tone, "It's just some trash I've been avoiding taking out for a while."

The male narrows his eyes at the way her hands fidgeted along with how she looked everywhere else but him. "...okay, if you say so. Have a good night I guess."

Walking away into the night, Su-yeon releases a breath of relief once he disappears from her line of view.

She looks down in time to catch the sight of blood seeping through the cotton blanket.

"Shit...I better get this over with before it spreads too much." Pulling the rest of your body from the car, a small smirk appears at the nasty sound of your head smacking against the concrete.

"Take my hand now...you are the cause of my Euphoria~" The sound of her soft humming bounces off the walls of the narrow buildings as if she hadn't just committed an act of murder.

Eyes landing on the piles of trash-bags, you're placed there before they are put on top to cover your body from open view.

"Oh! I almost forgot, silly me~" Ripping the blanket off of you, she giggles at the sight of your body rolling deeper into the trash, "can't leave any of my DNA behind now can I?"

Su-yeon's eyes crinkle as she walks back to her car with a grin. "Ha! DNA...I could totally become a comedian if I wanted to..."

With her retreating footsteps echoing into the night, it became fainter until the sound of an engine and car zooming away replaced it.

Everything was quiet...not a single sound was heard in the deep humid alleyway.

As the city thrummed with life, you laid there. A product of crazy obsession and petty mistakes costed you your life.

Never again would you be able to talk to your family, or be able to enjoy a daytime stroll in the park.

The only memory left of you was the pool of blood left in the middle of your roommate's floor.

Your wide, blank eyes that had held fear before you took your last breath stared off into nothingness.

You, ____ [Last Name] were dead...

'Wha...where am I?'

Or so that's what one would assume if it weren't for the sudden twitching of your fingers.

You were still alive...and for some reason, you wanted to die when your body started to glow.

Despite the injuries given by Su-yeon, nothing could prepare you for the feeling of thousands of hot piercing needles penetrating every inch of your skin.

Had it not been for your immobilization, you would've been screamed out in pain.

The once dark alleyway brilliantly lit up as tears of agony slipped past your frozen lids.

'Help...me...someone...'

"Yeontan! Yeontan come here boy!"

The distinct sounds of barks filled your head as you finally succumbed to the pain and passed out once more.

Almost as quickly as it came, the light faded away just as a small ball of fur ran up to you with a whine.

Its cold nose nudged you with more whines in hopes of waking you up only for the action to be in vain.

"Yeontan?!" Heavy footsteps rounded the corner before hesitantly running down the narrow walkway with caution.

"Yeontan?" His tense body relaxes at the reassuring bark before letting out a hum of disappointment, "Bad boy! Why would you run out of the apartment like that? Do you know how upset Taehyung would be if he found out that I wasn't properly watching you?"

Ignoring him, Yeontan goes back to sniffing you with more whines causing the male to frown in confusion. "Did something happen? What's wrong?"

His face scrunches in disbelief with pursed lips. "Wait...why the hell am I talking to a dog?"

Quickly pushing the thought aside, he pulls out his phone and turns on the flashlight only to drop it with a startled gasp.

Even though it fell into the murky water, enough light was given to show your lifeless body amongst the trash and plastic.

He takes a step back in horror, eyes becoming misty as they take in the sight of the blood-soaked clothes and stab wounds.

Finally snapping out of the trance at the barks of Yeontan, he quickly picks up the dog and rushes back to the apartment building.

"HYUNGS!"

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You jolt up with a gasp, eyes struggling to see past the blurriness as they frantically move around in fear.

"Hey hey, it's alright." A hand gently grabs yours as the warm voice sends chills down your skin.

You flinch away from their touch, body curling up into a ball only to wince from the pain of irritating your wounds.

They sigh at your reaction and mumble a few words along with the sound of scribbling words on paper.

It was only then were your eyes able to finally blink away the blurry images. The first thing you noticed was a man in a white lab coat as he continued to write on his clipboard.

He smiles once seeing your now calmed state. "Hi there. My name is Dr. Young, and I will be your doctor until you're able to leave. Do you remember anything before being brought here?"

Face blank of emotion you, stared at him with a hesitant nod.

"Good! Would you mind telling me what happened?"

Coming home exhausted as usual...

The juice...

Su-yeon and the knife...

Blood...so much blood...

Her taunting smile as she watched you bleed out...

His smile dims at the sight of you remaining silent, your face scrunching up in pain from the memory.

"Hey, not to worry! We can ask you another time when you're better. It's a deal m'kay?"

With a meek hum of agreement, you send him a shaky grin causing his movements to suddenly stop.

Moments pass as he continues to stare at you in a trance-like way until you finally frown from the uneasiness.

Realizing he was making you uncomfortable, Dr. Young clears his throat with an embarrassed smile.

"Well now, I'll inform the nurses of you being awake so they can check your vitals. The others will surely be glad when they see that you're doing okay."

One last smile thrown your way, he walks out the room leaving you alone in a pool confusion.

'Others? What does he mean othe-'

You freeze, eyes wide in surprise at the sight of seven men laying around in the blue and white-colored room.

Some laid in chairs while others sat on the floor with small jackets used as covering.

Despite their sleeping positions, what they all had in common was the dark rings that sat underneath their eyes.

'Were they the ones who saved me?'

The squeak of a chair causes you to break from your thoughts and turn over in time to see the sight of a body hitting the floor with a thud.

A low groan of pain leaves the male as his hands appear on the edge of the bed for support.

With curiosity burning in your veins you peek down just when his head pops up.

Stilling in shock, your heartbeat races as you're faced with one of the most breathtaking faces you've ever seen in your life.

"Oh!" His head cutely tilts to the side as he sends a giant smile towards you, "well aren't you just a cutie~ My name is Taehyung, what's yours?"

'Your future wife if you want me to be. Hell, I'll even be the side chick if I can't have that.'

You clear your thoughts with a quick headshake before plastering a smile. "M-my name is ____."

He stares at your shy actions, mouth dropped open in awe as what could seem like hearts floated in his eyes.

"Awww!" He reaches over and gives your face a soft pinch, "you're just so cute! I wish I that could take you home with me~"

"Really? What would you do to me?" Your eyes become lidded with lust as multiple heated scenarios filled your head.

"Well, first I would give you a little pink glittery dress to wear. And then-oh! Then me, you, and Yeontanie could go to the park so that you can go on all the kiddie rides. Doesn't that sound fun?"

Your lovey-dovey smile drops at his words, head lowered down with pursed lips as you gaze at him in disbelief. "Pink glittery dress? Kiddie rides?"

Taehyung eyes brighten more at your questions. "Yes! And then if you want we can go to this little ice-cream shop to get a yummy tre-"

"Motherfucker do I look like a baby to you?!"

He gasps, eyes widening before placing a hand over his mouth in shock. "Did you...did you just use no-no words?"

"No-no words?...are you shitting me right now?! Who the fuck says no-no words in this day and age? This ain't no damn Barney type shit my nigg-ah!"

You look at a frowning Taehyung in anger, hands coming up to rub your forehead after being thumped.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Why would you-goddammit!"

"No! No more bad words okay? Cute kids like you shouldn't use them, only grown-ups are allowed to." He wags his finger with furrowed eyebrows as his voice deepens into a scolding tone.

'Is this dude serious right now?' Staring at him for a few moments you try to see whether he was just playing around or not, and by the serious expression on his face...you knew he wasn't. 'Fuck it...this bitch needs to go now.'

With a shake of your head, you reach out for the nurse call button only to slow down once taking a good look at your hands.

Usually, you would've continued at the sight of the callouses that decorated them from countless hours of tedious waitressing, but the sight of small soft hands that seemed to have never worked a day in their life is what made you stop.

"Wha...?" Flexing and shaking them with sharp movements, you begin to freak out when seeing that they were in fact yours.

'Wait...does that mean...'

Your eyes widen in fear before quickly pulling the collar of the nightgown to take a look at your body.

The sight of what would usually be where your breasts were hanging, you were met with only a flat chest.

'Noooo! My precious babies! A-and...'

Taking your gaze down even further, you saw that not one single pubic hair laid in-between your legs.

'Oh sweet Jesus...please please don't let me be what I think I am...'

"You!" Taehyung flinches at your narrowed gaze, "take me to the bathroom right now."

"O-okay..." Grabbing your hands, he pulls you to the end of the bed with an inconsiderable amount of ease. With one hand on the IV stand and the other one the idol's arm, your hunched figure wobbled to the closed door.

Tears pricked your eyes at the missing feeling of the weight of your chest whenever you had to bend down or over.

"Here we are~ Do you want me to go get a nurse to help you out?" He opens the door, turning on the light as you stared at the tiled floor in fear of facing the reality of the situation.

"N-no...I just need to do something right quick. You can stand outside if you want."

Not wanting to make you even more distressed, Taehyung reluctantly leaves you alone in the small confined space.

The room was silent, the only sounds heard were of your shaky breathing and the occasional dripping of the IV as it administered the medicine.

'Is okay ____...just one look. One look to be sure. That's all, just one...'

Looking up to the mirror, you're met with the face of a very young and adorable little girl.

Her face was rounded with the touch of youthfulness, having features that could top even the babies you would fawn over on Instagram and Pinterest.

And if it weren't for the gaping mouth and eyes widened in horror, you probably wouldn't have believed it was you.

"I...I..."

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Taehyung leans against the door with a sigh of worry as he waits for you to call his name.

"Maybe she needs help?" He debates on whether or not to call a nurse or continue to wait.

"Aish! What is this child doing to me? She's already got me wrapped around her little finger...ah, such a Cutie Patootie~"

Gushing over the thought of you wearing adorable costumes and princess outfits, Taehyung becomes excited when gazing at his sleeping bandmates.

"I should definitely wake the others so they can finally meet her..." A small pout appears on the idol's face when a sudden thought came to mind, "but how can I wake them all in one time?"

"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MEEEEEEEEE?!"

The other members jump at the high-pitched scream in alarm, eyes still covered from sleep looking around the room in panic.

"...that might work too."

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a/n: part two? 👀

[k-nayee]

Hybe High public school au

wc: 8.3k Heavily inspired by Blackmilkbangtan's post

Dreamer M.List

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"____!"

You take a peek at the clock only to let out a pained groan.

5:40 A.M.

'Why the hell is this woman waking me up so early?'

Letting out a yawn, you snuggle back into the bed, too tired to even move.

"____!" The sound of someone coming up the stairs echoes around your room until the door bursts open.

Despite wanting to ignore her and go back to sleep, you knew it would only end with an immediate ass-whooping if you did.

So like the good daughter you were, you obediently sat up and faced your mother.

"Ma'am?"

Her eyebrows raise at your groggy answer, arms crossed with a spatula in hand. "Oh, so you don't hear me now?"

"Yes ma'am I heard you. But school don't start until 7:15."

"Okay and? What this gotta do with me? I don't care what time school starts. You still gotta get out this house before I leave for work."

With those final words, she turns and walks out the room.

Waiting until her footsteps go distant, you fall back to the bed with a groan and close your eyes.

'I'll get up in a few more minutes.'

"And you better get your ass up! Let this be the last time I have come up there to come get you."

You sit up with a glare. "Or not..."

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The sound of the radio fills your head as you reach the bottom of the stairs.

Walking into the kitchen, you smile at the sight of your mom placing a plate of scrambled eggs in front of your little brother.

"Morning~"

She gives your appearance a look before letting out a hum of approval. "Seems like you took heed of my words."

You lightly scoff at her playful words and kiss her on the cheek. "Yeah, either that or I'd end up six feet under. Hey Bubba!"

"Bubba!" [Brother Name] begins to bounce in his highchair at the call of his nickname, "Bubba! Bubba!"

"Yes it is Bubba! Yes it is!" Swiftly picking him up from the seat, you laugh when he squeals.

"Aight enough of that, let my baby eat his food. And we don't have a lot of time left so come eat." She shakes her head at the interaction with a giant smile.

"Yes ma'am," placing him back in his seat, you grab a plate only to freeze at the sudden ring of your phone.

____, Slow but Faithful Hoe🤷🏾: Aye can you pick me up for school in the morning? 9:42 PM ADORAble💝: No problem but you better hurry up or imma leave your ass 9:46 PM ____, Slow but Faithful Hoe🤷🏾: 🙄 Whateva. Night 9:47 PM ADORAble💝: See you in the mornin' 9:47 PM ADORAble💝: Hey I'm outside 6:20 AM

"____ get off that damn phone and come eat!"

"Sorry Ma, but I can't." You send her an apologetic smile as you pick up your backpack from the floor.

"And why the hell not?"

"Because my ride's outside waiting for me." Quickly grabbing a piece of toast, you stuff it in your mouth and walk towards the door. "See ya later! Love yo-ack!"

Your words are cut off by the yank of your collar, forcing you back into the kitchen.

Turning around, you're faced with your glaring mother as she forces a foam plate into your hands.

"Uh-uh. This ain't no movie-type shit where you get only one thing and bust out of here. Girl if you don't make a plate and eat it on the way there. I didn't raise you to be wasting food like that. And I sure as hell didn't slave over this hot ass stove just for nobody to eat it."

Head bowed in defeat, you pile up your plate with food.

"And put enough on there for your friend. I know they probably didn't eat since they came to pick up your wasteful ass."

"Yes ma'am," putting twice as much on there, you cover it with a bag before giving both her and [Brother Name] a kiss on the cheek.

"See y'all later, love you."

Halfway out the door, you stop at the sound of your mom's voice.

"And don't be having no damn attitude just because I'm trying to make sure you eating right either!"

"Ma ain't nobody having an attitude!"

"Who you raising your voice at?!"

You rub your forehead in exhaustion. "I only did it cause I'm almost outsid- nevermind. I'm heading out right now."

"Oh, so you mumbling under your breath now?!"

"I-bye Ma!"

Walking out of the house with a groan, you let out a sigh of relief at the sight of a familiar red car.

"Hey Adora!"

"Don't Hey Adora me! I been waiting outside for damn near twenty minutes." Your friend/neighbor sends you a glare as you slide into the passenger side.

You raise an eyebrow at her words. "Oh really? So I guess you don't want breakfast then. Tch, and to think my momma made me make you a plate."

"Breakfast?" Adora perks up with a smile before making grabby hands at the sight of food, "gimme gimme hoe! I'm starving."

"Nah-uh. You can eat once we make it to school."

"Now that shit's unfair! You know your mama's food is good as hell."

"I know. That's why I'd be damn if we crash cause your dumbass tryna fight over the last piece of bacon with me."

Smacking her lips in defeat, Adora rolls her eyes and started up the car. "Whatever...but I am getting that last piece tho."

"Bitch just shut up and drive!"

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"So ____, you heard what happened with Kim Taehyung?"

You stop eating your pancakes with a sigh before turning towards the gossiping girl. "What happened?"

Adora quickly swallows the food in her mouth with wide eyes as she leans forward. "Aight, so it was brought to my attention that he got Suri pregnant."

Choking on your food in shock, you look at her. "Suri? You talking about that ugly bitch from second-floor Economics class?"

She nods her head. "Yeah! But you know it's all low-key and all since-"

"Kim Taehyung don't fuck ugly bitches, period." You roll your eyes at the phrase that's been around ever since his Freshmen year.

"Aw shit...there they go."

Following Adora's gaze out the car window, you catch sight of the black limousine pulling up to the school.

Usually, there'd be crowds of students gathering around the vehicle to see who's inside, but now, everyone knew.

Bangtan Sonyeondan, other known as the Bangtan Boys of Hybe High. They are considered the It group, everyone loved them...

'Dammit, them sons of bitches are here today?'

...well everyone except you.

Being the only one in the school who didn't fall for their good looks or charms, it seemed to make them gravitate towards you the most.

Some would say it was a blessing, but you said it was a curse.

"Hey ____, don't you have classes with all of them?"

Banging your head against the dashboard at her question, you prepare yourself for the day's encounters. "Yeah..."

~𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐃~

Already dreading the next six periods of the day, you walk into the classroom with a sigh.

Your eyes skim over the class only to stop at the person in a black hoodie that you knew all too well:

Min Yoongi.

He was the only person in Bangtan that you never actually spoken to.

Instead of being the focus of attention, he took the role of that one quiet dude who sits in the back of the class.

No one- I mean no one has ever come close to holding a normal non-school-related conversation with him other than his small circle of friends.

In the school, Yoongi's considered the living, breathing form of intimidation: cat-like eyes staring at you as if anticipating your next move, face void of all emotion.

It's hard to even sit in a five-foot radius of him, but truth be told...the kigga was fine to not even try.

You'd hear of the countless attempts of girls trying to confess their love only to chicken out the moment his dark gaze landed on them.

Dude didn't even know people found him attractive until this one bold chick came up and told him so.

You will never forget the day he flushed pink as a look of confusion fell over his face.

"Alright class," you're forced from your thoughts at the voice of Ms. Johnson [English Arts teacher], "today I'm going to finally assign partners for this quarter's project."

As the whispers of who's going to be with who fills the class, you bow your head in prayer.

'Lord, I've been a good person right? Right. I do all...most of my work on time, I listen to my parents, and I even volunteer at the food shelter from time to time. Now I know you won't do me dirty with this project. All I ask is to not be assigned to no slow as- pardon, a person with a deficiency in common knowledge and book work. Oh, and please, please not Min Y-'

"Min Yoongi? You will be with ____ [Last Name]. Everyone's all partnered up? Good! Now please get to your assigned person."

'Yoongi...shit.'

Slowly turning around with pursed lips, you find him already staring at you in boredom.

His head nudges toward the empty seat next to him and you high-tail your ass over in avoidance of making him mad.

"H-hEllo" You wince at the crack in your voice as he pulls out some paper with a nod.

"Is everything good here? Need any more instructions?" You look up to find Ms. Johnson standing in front of the desk.

Yoongi pointedly looks at you causing your body to stiffen. "Nah we good Ms. Johnson. Thanks anyway."

"Aye yo Ms. Johnson! What was we supposed to do in the last part?"

Giving you one last smile, she turns and bends down to help another student.

"Goddamn! Ms. Johnson thicker than a bowl of oatmeal."

Eyes wide, you slowly turn towards Yoongi as he continues to look at her ass with an intense gaze before bursting with laughter.

"What?" He begins to laugh alongside you with a gummy smile.

"R-really dude?!" You wheeze out, arms wrapped around your stomach as tears filled your eyes, "S-she's damn near 40. Probably your momma's age."

"Shit, that don't mean nothing. With an ass like it's twenty, I'll gladly go for it."

Laughter grew louder than before, it was to a point where you didn't notice how the class went quiet and focused on the two of you.

"Ms. [Last Name], Mr. Min," you immediately stop laughing at the strict voice of Ms. Johnson and innocently look at her.

"Yes ma'am?"

"You want to tell me why you're causing such a disturbance in my class?"

Making eye contact with Yoongi, you bite your lip to keep from laughing more. "N-no ma'am. There's no reason."

"Uh-hm," she studies you for a few more seconds before finally dismissing it, "don't do it again or I'm putting you out...the both of you."

"Yes ma'am."

As she walks off, you share quiet laughs with Yoongi, ignoring the heavy gazes of nosey students around.

"You know ____, you kinda cool."

You scoff at his words. "You don't need to tell me that, I already know boo."

It was his turn to scoff. "Yeah, yeah."

Going back to the paper to start the project, a small grin adorned Yoongi's face the entire time.

Surprisingly, instead of doing the work, the rest of the class period was filled with both of you silently roasting other people.

Yeah, you're definitely gonna be sitting back there for the rest of the year.

'Maybe he's not as bad as I thought...'

~𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐃~

"So...you just sat there and hanged out with him the whole time?" Adora raises her eyebrows as you walk down the hall to second period.

You shrug your shoulders. "Pretty much."

"I can't believe you bonded over Ms. Johnson's ass." She shakes her head in disbelief.

"I mean hey, have you seen it? Sis got a whole chariot back there."

Mumbling a you kinda right tho, she continues to walk forward as you stop at your classroom door.

"See you at lunch okay?"

You catch sight of Adora throwing a peace sign before disappearing into the sea of students.

"Good morning Ms. [Last Name]." You send a smile to Mr. Coleman [U.S and World History teacher] as he greets your fellow classmates.

"Morning Mr. Coleman! How have you been so far?"

The corner of his eyes crinkles up at the sincere question. "As great as always! Now, I want you all to get out your textbooks and open up to pages 2-"

His words are cut off by the sudden slam of the door, causing the class to slightly jump in surprise.

You turn towards the culprit only to let out a low groan of annoyance.

'Please, for the love of all things holy and pure...anyone but him.'

"Mr. Kim," Mr. Coleman's smile tightens into a grimace as the said student walks into the room with a cup of Starbucks in hand.

"Yeah? The fuck you calling my name for? Tell me whatchu want, I don't have all day."

Everyone holds their breath at Jin's words, body tense with worry as he saunters over to the desk next to you.

You look at your teacher only to find him rubbing his temples with deep breaths of air.

"Mr. Kim, please refrain from using such vulgar language in my class. Now what we were doing before you came in here was turning to pages 262-270 in the tex-"

Jin cuts him off with a squeaky laughter, hand slapping the desk as if he was told the funniest joke all of existence.

His eyes widen in shock once seeing no ounce of humor across the older man's face. "Oh, you serious? You must be out of your goddamn mind if you think Imma actually do this bullshit work."

"As you should know, I am nearly forty years your senior. So what you are saying to me is very disrespectful Mr. Kim."

"You right Mr. Coleman, you are nearly three times my age. But the question is: the fuck you gon do? Beat my ass? TUH, I think not."

The room goes quiet, the only sound being heard was of Jin sipping on his latte with raised brows.

Had someone from another school came and witnessed this, you're sure they would've had a heart attack.

But everyone here already knew what was happening and patiently waited until class started once more.

There was one golden rule that circulated throughout Hybe High: whatever Kim Seokjin does and says goes, no matter how wrong it is.

Being the son of two powerful people, it came with some very useful perks.

And one of them consisted of teachers being unable to kick him out in fear of being fired.

Another reason why he was untouchable was because of his looks.

Jin was fine as fuck, and he knew it.

There was never a day of him not wearing Gucci down to the socks like Big Poppa was his motto.

Saying homeboy was richer than Richie Rich wasn't an exaggeration.

Minutes passed before Mr. Coleman turns to the board and write down today's assignment.

"Okay class, I want all of this completed by the ring of the bell. Turn it in at my desk before you leave out."

Sitting down in his chair, he goes to his agenda to plan out future work as if he didn't just get his ass wrongfully handed to him.

"You so fucking wrong for that."

Jin frowns at the disapproving glare on your face. "The hell I do?"

"You really gonna ask me that?" You shake your head in disbelief and open the book to start on the work, "Bruh I swear...you rich people need to learn respect. Let you meet my momma and act that way. You'll be a brand new person messing with her."

Thankfully, it goes silent between you two which gives you enough time to finish everything.

Laying down on the desk for a nap, you peek through your arms when someone pokes your shoulder.

"What?"

Jin sends you a bright smile. "Can you help me with my work?"

"The fuck? You damn near smarter than me. The hell you need my help for?!"

"I know but," His plump lips form into a pout, eyelashes fluttering as he gazes at you, "I don't like doing this boring ass work. So can yo-"

"No." You turn away from him and lay back down.

"But ____!"

"Don't call me! It ain't my fault you ain't doing your damn work. What this gotta do with me? Jack-squat."

"I'll buy you lunch."

Slowly turning back with narrowed eyes, you observe his face for any deceit. "Anything I want? And I don't want that cheap ass lunch-food either."

"Deal."

"Aight, say no more fam."

Scooting your desk closer to his, you open the book once more. "So the first thing you gotta do is..."

~𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐃~

"Yeah, I want a triple hamburger with extra cheese and a medium vanilla milkshake."

"Oh! Tell him I want extra french fries. Wait, and make sure it's an extra-large." You giddily bounce on your feet as Jin walks down the hall.

He rolls his eyes at your excitement before turning back to the phone. "And make sure to add extra-large fries...yes that's all. I want it all here before 12:30. Bye"

Hanging up the phone with a sigh, Jin looks down at you with an eye roll. "Tch...you better be lucky I like you enough to go through all this trouble."

"Don't forget that I helped you with your classwork you ungrateful ass child."

"Pssh whatever, just get to class."

You turn and realize that he had walked you all the way to your third period.

"W-how the hell did you know what my next class is?"

"I'm Kim Seokjin, I know everything," He sends you a wink, walking down the hall along with the other students.

"Stop doing shit like that dude! That ain't cool, and we sure as hell ain't no couple."

Walking into class with a huff, you slow down when seeing your teacher collecting his things.

"Um...Mr. Clark? Where are you going? Aren't you supposed to be in front of the class?"

He looks at you with a shrug. "It seems that he already knows today's lesson. So I figured why not just say fuck it and let him teach."

"Good morning third period!" Just as Mr. Clark sprints out of the room, you turn to find exactly who your teacher was talking about:

Kim Namjoon.

He's one of the most-in fact the smartest person you've ever met during your time in high school.

Being in the top ten of Most Handsome of Hybe High along with a deadly set of dimples, Namjoon was for sure a long-time crush of yours.

You would think he'd be the most sought-after person, but frankly, he's not.

With the tendency of playing the role of the smartass teacher's pet, many would find him more on the he fine but don't wanna hit it side of the spectrum.

"Mane dude get outta here! Don't nobody wanna hear your shit today!" A voice calls out causing Namjoon's eyes to narrow.

"Oh? And please do tell me why not." He crosses his arms with a fake smile, "because I would gladly be happy to fix the lesson if it causes you unsatisfactory."

"Nah bruh you hearing me wrong. It's not the lesson, it's you. I don't know why you think we forgot about what yo ashy ass did. Just because these thirsty ass hoes say it's okay doesn't mean we do."

You look at the glaring faces of all the black dudes in the class in confusion.

"What the hell happened?"

Their gazes shift towards you before softening. "I forgot you came here in 10th grade and don't know. Why don't you tell her, homeboy."

Namjoon begins to fidget, a nervous smile appears as he pulls on the collar of his shirt. "C-can we not bring this up?"

"Well since he ain't telling, Imma go ahead and say it," the dude closest to you leans back with a sigh, dark eyes still on shifty male, "back in freshman year ya dude here thought he was black and got a perm."

"P-perm?" You sputter out in shock, wide eyes looking around to see that they were serious.

"Oh, it didn't stop there. Should've seen him at the time! Sagging, grills, jersey shirts; all of that mimicry shit. Football team had to beat his ass when he said Nigga."

"Really Namjoon?!"

"H-hey! In my defense, I was uneducated as fuck and learned most of my English from Living Single and Fresh Prince of Bel-Air."

"Yeah, but really Joon? You really went that far?"

Namjoon's face grows red from shame, his hands covering the skin to hide it from the class's view.

"Come on! I get it: what I did was wrong and I rightfully deserved that beat down. But it's been years since it happened. Can't we just let bygones be bygones now?"

"Oh we been forgave you, it's just funny to see you grow all shy 'n shit."

He visibly relaxes at the laughter and smiles filling the room. "So...we good now?"

"Yeah, we good."

~𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐃~

"Okay guys! Homework's due tomorrow, I want it turned in the moment you stepped through that door." The voice of Mr. Clark fills the room as the bell rings.

Things already packed and ready for the next class, you wait at the door for Namjoon to finish talking to the teacher.

"Namjoon!"

His dimples appear after seeing it was you. "Hey ____! You still down for me to tutor you for math after school right?"

"Ah, sorry I can't. I have to look after Bubba while my mom's at work."

"Bubba?"

"Oh," your eyes widen in realization, head lowering to avoid his curious gaze, "that's...my little brother's nickname."

You shiver at the way his deep chuckles fill your ears.

"Bubba...that's cute."

"Ha. Y-yeah, I try."

It becomes a comfortable silence between you two during the walk down the hall.

"So ____, I was wondering if you and Adora would like to hang out with u-"

"____!"

You look behind you to the source of interruption with dread. 'Oh hell no.'

"Hey," Namjoon tilts his head as the figure gets closer to where you were, "is that-"

"Well that seems like my cue to leave. See ya later Joon!" Speeding down the hallway without hearing a reply, you dip out of his sight.

After minutes of staying camouflaged amongst the hormonal bodies, you finally make it to your fourth-period class.

"Hello Ms. Pain- um...who are you?" You stop your greeting once taking a look at the front desk.

Instead of your beloved Calculus teacher Ms. Paine, there in her place was a small old man.

"My...name is...Mr. Abdul. And...today I...will...be your...teacher." He wheezes out through his oxygen mask before pointing to the class, "please...have seat. And...write name...for attendance..."

Quickly writing your name down on the piece of paper, you sit down and pull out your phone.

____, Slow but Faithful Hoe🤷🏾: Bitch...Ms. Paine gone for today! 10:25 AM ADORAble💝: Foreal? Did she leave any work out for us to do? 10:27 AM ____, Slow but Faithful Hoe🤷🏾: Don't know, but there's this small sick-ass old dude for our substitute tho. I feel bad for him 10:28 AM ADORAble💝: Damn. What's his name 10:28 AM ____, Slow but Faithful Hoe🤷🏾: Mr. Abdul 10:29 AM ADORAble💝: Oh shit! You remember that prank I told you about the Soccer team pulling on that foreigner teacher I had a while back? 10:35 AM ____, Slow but Faithful Hoe🤷🏾: You talking about the one who was duct-taped to his chair? 10:37 AM No...that's him?! 10:37 AM ADORAble💝: Yup. 10:37 AM ____, Slow but Faithful Hoe🤷🏾: They going to hell for that one. 10:38 AM

"____~" you freeze once a familiar musky cologne fills your senses, head dropping to the desk with a thud.

'Calm down. Your reactions to his bullshit will only egg him on more.'

Turning around with a sigh, you give the fakest smile you could muster up. "Hello Taehyung."

"Hey bae, you been missin' me?"

"Hmm, let me think about that...hell no." With a glare, you pick up your things and move to the back of the class.

"Why you gotta treat me that way?" Taehyung gets up from his seat and begins to follow after you, "now you kn-"

"Oh Taehyung~"

Both of your attention shifts over to a group of girls seductively waving at him.

"See? They want you. Now stop..." Your sentence trails off once you turn to find him already gone and over there with them. "...bothering me."

Kim Taehyung.

Out of all of the dudes in school, he was the most desired one on all grade levels.

It really wasn't a surprise upon finding out that he fucked almost all of the girls here.

Like, the kigga got a serious body count under his name.

Hell, if it wasn't because of their young age, he would've probably already wormed his way through the Freshmen. [We stan a man who has boundaries here😤]

Somehow, you were able to brush past his panty-dropping charms and treated him as any other regular classmate.

Wrong fucking choice.

Ever since the day of you dismissing his advances, he's been dead set on making you his.

Now to be honest, with his low-key lightskin fuck boy tendencies flaring up more often, there were some close calls of where you almost fell for it.

And it seemed that today was gonna be one of them...

"So ____," he drawls out your name with his deep voice, hands pressed on the desk as he leans close to you, "about earlier."

You scoff at his words. "Boy if you don't get out my face with that buffoonery. Ain't nobody but yo hos got time for that."

"Oh so you jealous? I don't know why tho. Cuz when it comes down to it: they just for fun while you the real thing."

Taehyung looks at you through lidded eyes, hand coming up to lift your chin as he leans even closer.

'Don't fall for it...snap out of it!'

"Tae...if you don't back the fuck up."

He pulls back from you with raised hands, a smirk still resting on his face. "Aight Imma back up. Damn ____, why you gotta be so hard to get?"

You look at him as he sits down and observes the outfit he's wearing today with a hum.

How he makes a white t-shirt, grey sweatpants, and some white sneakers look like some Calvin Klein-type shit, you may never know.

'Hold up...' Your eyebrows furrow when noticing his pants more closely, '...is that-'

You choke on air, head looking straight ahead so he won't catch you in the act of peeking.

'Goddamn! Why the fuck he wearing grey sweats KNOWING his dick big? No wonder why all these girls chasing after him.'

"Aye ____"

"H-hmm?"

The hair on your arms raises when Taehyung's breath fans the bottom of your neck.

"How 'bout you stop staring and finally hop on it like you should've been doin'. I know you want to."

"Oh God!" You let out a mortifying cry, head falling to your arms to hide your embarrassed face.

"____...____," he lightly grabs your neck, forcing you to meet his dark gaze, "we both know that's what you gonna be screaming out in a few minutes if you keep on-ah!"

His laughter fills the class when you begin to hit him in anger.

"Stop. Fucking. Playing. With. Me!"

"Aight I'll stop! Damn you hit hard as fuck." Taehyung sends you a boxy smile, the once fuck boy aura disappearing without a trace.

Taking a quick look at the board, you almost break down at the big bold letters of Turn in before the end of Class, worth a test grade decorating it.

With a quick glance at the wall clock, your eyes nearly bulge out. '11:05?! When? Where? How?'

"Shit shit shit!" You begin to panic, there's no way you could finish in the remaining ten minutes.

"Here," A paper is placed on top of the desk causing you to look over at a relaxed Taehyung.

Picking it up, the shock is evident on your face when seeing that it was the work...only this one was completed.

A lost look appears on his face as you stare at him in disbelief. "What?"

"The fuck you mean what? How the hell were you able to do all this?"

"Oh that? Yoongi goes to this class before us, so he sent me the directions ten minutes before we moved." He shrugs as if it wasn't that hard to do.

"You did all of this in just ten minutes?"

"Well yeah. Can't you?"

"Hell no! Shit like this takes me damn near the whole period." You look at Taehyung in awe, your perspective on him now changed, "and to think I thought you was dumb."

"Nah, I gotta act that way for the girls. You see how dry Namjoon be with his intellectual headass personality."

"Mmm, true true."

After ten minutes of speedily copying his work, you let out a sigh of victory of finishing just as the bell rings.

"Thanks Tae~" With your work in the bin, you send him a bright smile before walking out.

"Aye, now gonna give me a chance right?"

"Lemme see...that's still a hell no for me! Thanks for trying tho."

Taehyung smacks his lips with a shake of his head. "Damn bae you play too much, just let me fuck with you. I'll drop all my hoes no cap!"

"Bye Taehyung!"

You ignore his whines of protest when Jin appears with a bag of Dixie Queen. Quickly running up to him, you take it and whip out your phone with a smile.

"Adora you gotta meet me in the cafeteria girl. Look at all this free food I got hoe!"

~𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐃~

"Aw shit...I think I ate too much." You let out a groan of discomfort, rubbing your bloating stomach as you walk from the cafeteria.

"See that's what your fatass get! I told you not to be eating all that food." Adora shakes her head at your whining.

"I know...but it was so good tho!"

She snorts at your words before turning you towards your designated class.

"Now go inside and digest all that food you selfishly ate by yourself. I'll see you in seventh-period."

"You really upset about that?! I worked hard for that food and you know it!" You call after her as she walks to her class, "Plus, how you gonna be mad when you didn't even ask? I don't read minds!"

Knowing how useless it was to continue to yell after her, you walk into the classroom with a sigh.

"____!"

You look over to find an energetic male bouncing in his seat as he waves you over.

"Goddammit Hoseok! Calm down," Mr. Boyce's [your Biology teacher] voice booms out in annoyance causing the younger male to smile.

"Sorry teach! Will happen again though!"

Jung Hoseok.

There were only three words in the entire world to describe this dude: Loud. Ass. Clown

You don't know if his mother dropped him as a baby or accidentally took too much weed when she was pregnant with him.

But one thing for sure, the nigga is so out of pocket and he says the wildest shit. Ever.

"Hey Mr. Boyce," the fragile voice of Jimin brings your attention to the front of the room, "Ms. Johnson wanted to give you this week's schedule."

"Okay, you can just sit it on my desk."

Walking across the room, the soft-spoken boy quickly does what he's told before leaving.

"Damn Jimin! Whatchu doing out here with all that ass on a Monday? Double cheeked up in the afternoon, the sun still out and all."

The room goes quiet at Hoseok's words, everyone turning to focus on what he's talking about.

"U-um...bye!" Jimin speeds out in embarrassment once noticing the number of eyes beginning to zone in on his ass.

To make it worse, the poor boy's last class was Dance of the Arts and he had yet to change out the snug tights he was wearing.

"All. That. Ass. Hm-hm hmm," Hoseok shakes his head as his gaze follows after Jimin's trailing chariot.

Was it mentioned that everybody thought he was low-key gay? No?

Yeah, that too.

"Okaaaay? Anyways, since I don't have anything planned for today we just gonna watch a video."

Cheers filled the room when Mr. Boyce turns on the projector with some educational video on pause.

With all of the drapes covering the windows, the last thing to be done was to turn off the lights.

"AHHHHHHHHH!"

Mr. Boyce quickly turns on the lights at the sudden scream. "What happened?!"

"Bitch if you don't get your big-headed ass off me!" Heads turn toward you glaring at Hoseok as he buried his head in your chest.

"Hoseok, what's wrong?"

You push him off with a huff as he looks up to your teacher with a sheepish smile. "I just scream whenever the lights are turned off. That's all."

"Okay...okay!" Rubbing his forehead in exhaustion, Mr. Boyce throws his hands up in defeat, "no video. Just write a few notes from this short slideshow and it'll be the pass for this week's test. You fine with that?"

With reluctant mutters of agreement, the synchronized sound of notebooks opening echoes in your head.

There were moments where the whole class-even the teacher- would hold their breath and wait for some crazy shit to be shouted out.

But surprisingly, Hoseok was quiet throughout the whole thi-

"Aye! Where y'all get that pic of Jimin and Namjoon from?"

You look up to see a picture showing the difference between a circumcised and an uncircumcised dick.

"You know what? Y'all can have a free day for the remainder of the period."

Turning in what you've written, you turn at the sudden poke of your cheek. "What do you want?"

Hoseok smiles at your bored look, not once fazed by the Yoongi like personality.

"I was wondering how your weekend's been. That's all~"

You perk up at his words with a smile of your own, remembering why you love hanging out with him in the first place. "Okay so on Friday..."

Minutes passed of you venting out to Hoseok as he willingly listened. It was one of the most efficient ways for you to get rid of your stress.

"And then she gon tell me Oh so you mumbling under your breath now, can you believe it?! Goddamn! She be going off on the simplest things. Oh and don't get me started on this one time where I-"

You suddenly cut off your words with pursed lips causing Hoseok to lean closer.

"Oh shit! What happened?"

Letting out a nervous giggle, you quickly shake your head. "N-nothing too serious. It's not something to be worried about."

"Now I wanna know since you acting like that. What? Did you get caught fucking Taehyung? You pregnant? Don't worry, he'll own up to it since you ain't ugly like Suri. He probably happy that he got you cuffed. Always talking 'bout she better get as much dick as she can, cause the very moment I'm in ____ it's gonna be the last time she ever gonna get some from another nig-"

"Okay damn, I'll tell you!" You cut off the rambling male before leaning in close, "So what had happened was..."

"DAMN ____, YOU SAID YO MOMMA BEAT YOUR ASS CAUSE YOU LEFT YOUR DIRTY PANTIES WITH THE STAINS OUT? WOW THAT'S CRAZY."

Shrinking into your seat from the heavyweight of the gazes around, you send a withering glare to the still gossiping Hoseok.

"Goddamn bitch! This the exact reason why I don't tell your ass shit!"

~𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐃~

"____ I said I'm sorry! You know I can't control how loud I speak sometimes. ____!"

You continue to ignore the whining male as he trails after you to your sixth period- other known as the free period of the day.

Walking into the class, you immediately go to the back and sit in an empty seat.

"____ please talk to m-oh hey Jungkook!"

You look over to find the said male focused on the device in his lap.

"Is that Mortal Kombat?"

Swiftly looking up at you, he gives a stiff nod before returning to his game.

Jeon Jungkook.

The up-most purified symbol of a game-ass virgin who lives in his parents' basement for independence.

From his wide doe eyes to the raven-colored locks on his head, Jungkook could probably pass Taehyung's count if he wanted to.

But there was just one slight problem...

The boy is weird as fuck.

It's 2020 and yet he still plays with his 2011 old ass 3Ds, all day every day.

If not that, he'd probably be cooped up in his room to play Overwatch or some shit.

Growing up with PlayStations and Xbox-360s in your family, it didn't bother you, so it was easy to befriend the introverted gamer.

Finish Her

Letting out a satisfied sigh, Jungkook places the game down with a stretch.

"Oh yeah!" You look over to see him pulling out a small red tupperwear before handing it to you.

"What's this?" Your mouth waters at the sweet smell once you open the top, eyes taking in the food's colorful designs in awe.

"O-oh," Jungkook rubs the back of his neck as he avoids your questioning gaze, "it's just that I missed lunch and never got a chance to give you this. It's called-"

"Mochi!" Hoseok bounces in his seat and looks at you with puppy dog eyes.

Rolling your eyes, you pop a treat into his mouth causing his face to brighten in happiness.

"So when are you gonna start opening up your social circle?" You study Jungkook's lean frame for a moment before reaching over to also feed him.

He looks over at you with a raised brow, head laid down to allow you to continue giving him bites of the treat. "Whatchu mean? I already have you, the guys, and games. What more do I need?"

"I mean other people. Human people. Guys and girls your age man! You don't see the number of girls flocking towards you these days?"

Hoseok scoffs at your words. "Who doesn't? Not only is he the youngest of the group, but the motherfucker is also the strongest? Plenty of coochies tryna be served on a silver platter to him."

It was Jungkook's turn to scoff. "I don't know what y'all talking about. I'm not even that strong."

"Dude, you bench-pressed a nigga and threw him on the ground for messing up your Mario Cart Go score." You deadpanned at him with a blank face, "And you got the nerve to say you not that strong?"

"Yeah, and since most of the dudes saw they now think he's scary as fuck while it just made girls want him even more. Cause you know, they like the strong ones who can pick 'em up and throw them against the wall."

"Well they can want me all they want," Jungkook rolls his eyes at Hoseok's words before picking up the 3Ds once more, "cause I ain't fucking with them when they leave-outs looking the way they do. Should be ashamed of those messed up ass things they called edges too."

As he goes back to playing the games, you turn to Hoseok with a sigh.

"He's forever gonna be a weirdo is he?"

"Yeah. Not to mention how he uses the restroom too. Cause whew chile."

"Use the restroom?"

He sits up at your question and frantically nods. "Yeah! Did I mention he pulls his pants all the way down to pee?"

'All the way down?' Your head tilts in thought as you observe Jungkook with a pout, 'he ain't worrying about the piss on the ground? A true one.'

"His dick big too-"

"This why people think you gay."

~𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐃~

"Adora!" You call out your friend's name just before she goes inside.

Waiting until you reach her, you both enter the class and go sit near the windows.

"Goddamn Adora! So much shit happened in one day, I just can't!" You lean against her for support as she pats your back in comfort.

"There there, just hang in there a little longer. 'Cause the moment class ends, you can go home and watch a Spongebob marathon with Bubba. Don't that sound nice?"

"Yeah...it does."

"Ah! Did you get the papers I requested for today's assignment like I asked?" You turn towards Ms. Kim [History of Dance teacher] as she faces the doorway.

"Yes ma'am. I was able to print out a good amount before the printer machine stopped working." A soft voice that you knew all too well reached your ears.

"That's good enough! I guess we'll just have to get in groups of three until there's more made. Would you mind passing it out while I go see if there's any in my car Jimin?"

"Yes ma'am."

The moment Ms. Kim is out of the way, your eyes are immediately glued to one thing and one thing only: ass.

Specifically Park Jimin's ass.

It was no joke when Hoseok spoke of it during fifth period, cause when people say the dude's got ass...he got it.

No matter what he wears, it always ended up looking good because the JiBooty [your personal nickname for him] never fails at doing so.

So many girls envied him, and so many guys declared going gay if it meant being able to get a night with him [and DAT ass].

Like seriously, homeboy booty jiggles when he walks. Just like now as he goes through the aisles to pass out paper.

'Bounce...bounce...bounce...bounce...bounce...bounce...bounce...bou-'

"____ if you don't stop looking at his ass and focus!"

You turn towards Adora with a pout. "You telling me all that cake ain't making you want to follow and spank it?"

"Spank what?"

Flinching at the sudden sound of Jimin's voice, you look up to find him staring at you with raised brows.

"She talking about how she wanna spank yo ass 'n shit."

You look at her in betrayal. "Bitch..."

"Then stop staring at his ass and do your work!"

He continues to look at your bantering before interrupting it by laughing.

You turn and nearly coo at the way his eyes form into crescents, a light blush filling his round cheeks in a reddish hue. [Sadly...not the ass cheeks]

Jimin sits down with a sigh and places the assigned paper in the middle. "I was gonna ask if I can work with y'all unless you only my ass to be on the team?"

'Hell yes! That's all I need, you and Adora can leave. I'll find a job to support the both of us...maybe even buy a little puppy.'

"No! Of course not," you scoff at his words and send him a smile, "we'd gladly let you join our group."

"Okay! So what are we doing now?"

"Write an informative essay based on the notes we had taken yesterday of the origins of Ballet," Adora flatly explains as she brings out a sheet of notes.

"Oh..." Jimin trails off his sentence, a lost look adorning his face at the girl's words.

Pulling out a duplicate of your notes, you slide it over to him causing a smile to appear.

"Thanks ____~"

Adora's mouth drops open once she sees Jimin take out his wallet and hand you a five-dollar bill.

"You know you don't have to keep on paying me every day just for some notes right? I usually just go to the machine and copy it." Despite saying those words, you still took the money and put it in your pocket.

"Oh I know, but I like doing it anyway."

"Well ain't this some bullshit!"

Both of you turn towards the girl as she shakes her head in disbelief.

"What?"

"What? What? You seriously asking me that? You out here doing his notes for some measly five dollars while you see a bitch back here struggling?"

You look at your hands with a pout. "I mean...he still gives me money even when I don't do it."

"That don't mean shit!" Adora shifts her attention to Jimin as he rolls his eyes, "and you!"

"Tch, what I do now?"

She scoffs. "You need to stop dragging behind! How the hell are you one of the top leading dancers in this school but failing in dance history?"

"Because Adora, that shit's boring as fuck! Don't nobody wanna waste their time listening and reading about the past. I sure as hell don't."

"You will when you're unable to graduate and struggling to find a stable job."

"Pssh, I doubt it."

"Oh really?"

"Yes really. I fail? Oh well. If you hadn't noticed all the designer shit I've been wearing, my parents got money boo. And to add to the facts, I'm the heir to Park's Incorporated after my father steps down. Plus with this ass and flexibility, I can easily be working that pole at night. Set. For. Life."

You shift at the tension between the two people, sweat grazing your forehead from their heated glares. "C-can we please just work on the essay now?"

"I swear... it's always gotta be about money," Adora ignores you and gives Jimin a once over, "I'll admit about the stripper one, but that's all you got babes. Cause we both know that if it wasn't for your dad, you'll be homeless by now."

Jimin sits up in his chair with a dark look causing your skin to crawl.

Most of the time he's all sweet 'n cute, but when you piss him off...he can turn into a scary-ass bitch.

"You talking about mines, but didn't yo daddy sell weed to support you? Oh okay. Come for me when you ain't no longer wearing those triple generation hand-me-downs from World War I."

'Goddamn...'

"T-that was only one fucking time! How the fuck do you know that?!" Her voice rises in pitch as a blush fills her cheeks.

"He told me himself. I knew from the start he didn't know a single thing about hustling the moment he started gushing about you when I said I attended here for school. Surprised he didn't get arrested from that shit."

"Guys!" Hands slammed against the table in anger, you finally grab their attention, "despite loving drama as the next person, now is not the time to be coming for each other."

"But-"

"Did I ask for an explanation? No! So do that shit after school!"

Jimin kisses his teeth with a sigh which caused your gaze to shift to him. "You!"

"Wha- the fuck I do?!"

"For saying that triple generation hand-me-downs from World War I shit. Now I'll admit it was funny, but then again them my motherfucking clothes she borrowed from me!"

"Well how was I supposed to know that! It ain't my fault you pulling it off while she looking the way she looking..."

"...okay Imma let you off because of the compliment. But I outta still smack the shit out of you for dissing my style tho."

He sinks into his chair with a pout, too afraid to glare directly at you so he does so at the floor.

"Now I don't know why the fuck you laughing!" Hearing Adora's laughter you turn towards her with an even harder glare.

She stops and looks at her lap. "Bu-"

"I ain't hearing shit from you! Stop starting stuff you can't finish, cause we both know that Jimin can easily flame your ass a new one. The bitch is a fucking Libra! Probably know all the messed up shit this whole town did over the years."

"Oh I do. Got eyes and ears all over the place."

You clap at his words in agreement while she looks at him with a sneer.

"Didn't you just hear me?! Stop terrorizing him! He even went after the damn Mayor and forced him to make October 13th the official Jimin Day and that no one else can have the same birthday as him. If that was possible, what makes you think you safe?"

"The fuck?" Adora looks at you in disbelief. "What the hell happened to the babies born on that day?"

"They either had to get it changed or be kicked out."

"...please say you lying."

"Nah, she's serious. Cause Park Jimin ain't sharing his birthday with none of these hoes. Period." Jimin leans back, dark eyes greedily taking in the way your friend pales in fear.

"Alright!" You turn towards the door in time to see Ms. Kim walking into the class, "it seems that there are not any more papers. So instead of turning in the ones you've done for a project, it'll be just extra credit."

The bell goes off just as she finished those words.

Collecting your things, you shake your head at the way he continues to taunt Adora before flicking his forehead.

"Shit! Why'd you do that?"

"Stop staring at her with that menacing ass smirk! You even making me feel scared from it."

Jimin's whole demeanor flips at your words. Jumping up from his desk, he coddles you in his arms.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to frighten you ____. Can you please forgive me?" He looks down at you with big bright eyes, lips forced into an adorable pout.

"Uh-hm, I'll see. But first, apologize to Adora. Poor thing almost looks like she about to hide away."

Jimin turns toward the flabbergasted girl and gives her a bow. "I'm sorry if I frightened you! Please forgive me."

"O-oh um..." seeing your encouraging nod, her lost expression melts into a nervous smile, "...it's alright. No need for that. All is forgiven."

You snort at the gleam of hope shining in his eyes as he looks your way.

"Yeah, I forgive you. But look at how maturely you handled the situation though! I'm so proud of you Jiminie~"

If this dude had a tail right now, you're sure it would be wagging like crazy.

Reaching up to give him an affectionate pat on the head, you also place a small peck on his soft cheek.

"____?!" By the way Jimin lets out a big gasp as he holds his face, you instantly regret your actions.

"Now Jimin," you hold your hands up with a grimace, "before you start freaking out. That was just a friendly kiss, so please don't go all out about this. I don't have time to deal with-"

"EEK! I HAVE TO TELL THE GUYS ABOUT THIS!" With a girlish squeal, he sprints out of the room.

You stare at the now empty spot, body shaking once realizing what the dancer is about to do. "...shit!"

"Wha-the hell?!" Adora yells out in shock when you yank her out the classroom.

"Keys bitch! Give me the fucking keys!" Your heart races in fear, eyes quickly zoning in on the red car once you step out of the school.

"What's wrong?! Why are we running?!" Despite asking she puts her trust in you and hands over the keys.

"By my calculations, there's a good five minutes remaining. That's enough time to get in and zoom off. We just have to leave before-"

"____!"

'Shitshitshit! I'm supposed to have five minutes!'

"Is...is that Taehyung?"

Refusing to look back, you tug on Adora's arm harder as you finally make it to the car. "Yes...and by the number of footsteps behind us, his after-school groupie is most likely following him."

"Tae what about us?!"

"Taehyung I love you!"

"Where are you going?"

"Taehyung I'm pregnant!

"Suri, how many times do I have to tell you? I don't fuck ugly bitches. Perio- ____ wait for me!"

You finally relax once you zoom off school campus, the crowd of people in the parking lot growing smaller as you drive away.

"Goddamn! You telling me you have to go through this shit every day?" Adora leans back with a sigh of disbelief.

Giving her a tired look, you purse your lips knowing there'll be hell to face tomorrow. "...yeah."

'Only at fucking Hybe High...'

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"[𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄]?" Anger filled your veins as you looked at the defiant little boy in front of you. "[Brother Name] get the hell back here!"

Confused as to what is happening? Well, let's just start from the beginning...

It was nearly dark when you finally decided to leave the park and walk back to the hotel with your brother.

Refusing to leave his newfound friends he began a full-out temper tantrum when you tried to pick him up.

Having all of those people watch you as you dragged the spoiled child away kicking and screaming was one of the most embarrassing experiences of your life.

Not to mention when an officer had witnessed your mid-struggle of controlling the child and came up to see if you were a kidnapper.

You nearly died of humiliation when you were forced to take out your phone and show photos of the two of you together when [Brother Name] played along and said that he had never met you before in his life.

A glare had sat upon both of your faces when you spotted a Popsicle stand.

Despite being an ungrateful spoil brat, he was still your brother. So you decided to take money out of your own pocket and bought him a popsicle.

Turning around after paying for the frozen dessert, you were faced with the sight of the little boy dashing into the crowd of people.

Now here you are, running down the middle of a walkway with a melting popsicle in hand.

Ten minutes...

Ten minutes have passed of you worriedly asking passersby if they saw your brother, and yet it felt like hours of useless search with every reply being a solemn no.

You end up in an empty walkway with a few people spotted here and there. But never did the figure of [Brother Name] pop up in your line of vision.

A distressed sigh leaves you as you turn around to retrace your steps...until your eyes landed on something a few feet away.

Your eyes widen before quickly walking over to pick up the discarded shoes on the ground. The same shoes [Brother Name] had been wearing earlier.

Adding fuel to the fire, you spot his tattered shirt hanging off the bush with very noticeable blood stains decorating the fabric.

"N-no! This can't be! He can be..."

'Gone. He's gone...He. Is. Gone...'

Dropping to your knees, you finally allow the tears to fall. The sound of your panicked sobs bounces off the pavement and into darkness.

Sympathetic and gazes were thrown towards your pitiful form as people come up to you and ask what happened, but you don't answer.

'You had one thing to do ____, one goddamn thing! How could you lose your little brother like that?'

"I-I didn't mean to," you weakly stutter through your tears, arms wrapped around your body in guilt.

'You know she will never forgive you for this. After all of those painful attempts, she was finally able to have another child, and you ruined it.'

"I know!" You shake your head as your subconscious continues to accusations at you.

'You're one shitty ass sister'

"____!"

A shaky laugh escapes your chapped lips. "It's almost as if I could still hear him. Usually, when I don't answer him in time he'd call me a-"

"Baldheaded Roach!"

Head snapping at the insult, you quickly push the people surrounding you and nearly break down from happiness.

"[Brother Name]!"

There, in all his glory, was your little brother. The white tank top and shorts he wore contrasted against his beautiful [Light/Brown/Dark] skin as his bare feet stood on the stone ground with no discomfort whatsoever.

You would've thought he was an angel if it weren't for the frown adorning his chubby face as he studied your tear-streaked face.

"Ew...why you got snot all over your face like a crybaby?"

You quickly run to him and examine his body for any injuries. Once seeing he wasn't [except for the scratch on his knee] you pull him into your body, holding him close despite his whines of protest.

Pulling away, you hold and study every feature on the child's face in fear of him disappearing again.

Getting your fill of it, anger replaced the sorrow and fear.

"What the hell were you thinking [Brother Name]?!" You snap at him as you stand to your full height in front of him, arms crossed as you wait for an explanation.

He scoffs at your failed attempt of intimidation with a crinkle of his nose. "You were taking too long, so I decided to go back to the park."

"Mothafucker does that give you the right to just walk away by yourself? What about your shoes and blood? What happened to that huh!" Your voice rises with anger as the thought of censoring your words flew out the window.

"I took off my shoes because I kept on tripping from its laces and used my shirt to wipe away the blood on my sore. I just wanted to go back with my frien-"

"I don't give a damn if Jesus and the Power Rangers were your friends! What if you ended up even more hurt than this? Better yet, kidnapped? Do you know how much this would hurt Ma if she knew you did something so foolish [Brother Name]?"

"...M-mommy?" His face softened at your mother's name causing tears to fill his eyes. "Will she be mad at me?"

"Hell yeah she'll be mad! She'll never trust m-"

You jump at the sudden sight of tears falling from his eyes.

"I-I don't want her to be mad at me! I don't want to hurt her! I j-just wanted to go and play more!" He stutters out the words over his wail of tears, hands gripping his shirt at the thought of hurting the one he loves most.

Your glare softens before gently embracing him once more. His tiny arms wrap around you at the best they can.

After his cries die down you wipe the leftover tears with a sad smile. "Look [Brother Name]...I'm sorry for yelling at you. But the world we live in isn't the goofy sunshine things you see on TV, it's full of hardships and situations that could hurt you in a blink of an eye. And when the time comes, you'll realize that growing up will become even harder for you."

"Why?" [Brother Name] looks up to you with his big doe eyes, "why will it be harder for me?"

"Because...because..."

You struggling with trying to find the right words before deciding on not letting tonight be the night where his innocence of life might be taken away.

So you playfully shrug your shoulders with a grin. "I don't know...maybe because your favorite courageous big sister will keep all of those cootie-filled girls away from you."

"You're talking about [Sister Name] right?"

Your mouth drops at the deadpanned look on his face.

"No! I'm talking about me."

[Brother Name] sticks his tongue out in disgust at your reply. "You aren't my favorite! I don't even like you. You're too ugly to be my sister."

'Where...where the fuck did he learn these harsh words from?!'

"B-but we look alike though..."

"Nu-uh! You was mad that [Sister Name] was prettier than you and changed your face to look like her you...you face thief!"

'Fuck this shit, we going. I don't got time for no little ass child to be roasting me in public!'

Reaching your hand out to grab his hand he quickly steps back with a glare.

"Nigga if you don't get your ass back here!"

"Get away from me you face thief! I don't want you, I want [Sister Name]!" Finishing that statement, he runs away.

"This bipolar ass child right here...[Brother Name]! Now is not the time to joke around!" You yell out in anger as you begin to chase after him.

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"I swear...if you don't get your ass back here...right...now!" You wheeze with a glare after spending nearly thirty minutes chasing after the little child.

"No!" He defiantly shouts out before turning the corner of a building.

Refusing to lose him again you follow after and catch sight of him running down a wider, much-lit pathway.

Quickly catching up before he could ghost you as many times as before, you freeze for a moment when you notice two males in front of you.

One was holding his phone with a curious expression while the other held a movie camera on his shoulder.

You cover up your frown with a sweet smile once you catch sight of your little brother hiding behind the legs of one of them.

"[Brother Name], come here."

"No!"

A sigh of disbelief escapes you at the blunt simple word.

'Now I know this badass child didn't just....no. Remember ____, this not your child'

In hopes of calming yourself down, you close your eyes take a deep breath of air.

Slowly opening them, it revealed [Brother Name] with a big smile on his face as he tilts his head to the side in a way of 'what you gonna do now?'.

'Yup...he a child alright. A child in need of a good ass-whooping that I would gladly volunteer to give.'

You grit your teeth, a forcing smile to appear on your face.

"[Brother Name]," you speak with a sickly sweet tone laced in your voice, "if you don't get your tail over here, I will whoop your ass in front of all of these people. And that's a promise."

"You can't do that 'cause you not my mama you 'Lil ugly face stealing girl!" He taunts, sticking his tongue out.

"You little-FUCK THIS SHIT! COME HERE!" You lunge at your younger brother causing him to let out a scream and run around the two males.

Done with his behavior, you chase right after him.

Minutes pass of the two of you going in circles, you nearly catching the brat only for him to duck out of the way in time.

"Get back...here...so I can whoop...your...ass," you bend over, hands on your knees as you try to regain your breath, "goddammit! I need to...work out more."

You turn towards the male who was still gazing at you in curiosity with a pained expression.

Catching on to your pleading look, he quickly breaks out of his stare and grabs your brother just as he was about to run off once more.

The little boy began to squirm in his hold but immediately stops at the disapproving frown being sent.

You look at the now still child in disbelief. 'Now ain't that a bitch! He done gave a complete stranger more respect than I've ever gotten from him.'

Walking over to the two you slightly stiffen once realizing that the camera was still recording.

'Must be a blogger of some sort.'

"Thank you so much! I was chasing this little devil everywhere. I'm glad you were able to catch him in time." With a grateful smile at your savior of the night, you grab your defeated brother from his arms.

"Ah, yes! I am very happy to help!" He smiles at you, almost reminding you of a pet bunny that you would beg your parents for as a child.

"My name is ____, nice to meet you." You hold your hand out for a handshake causing him to look at it.

A few moments of waiting pass until you slowly bring it down in embarrassment.

"Oh-no no!" His eyes widen at your action before quickly using both hands to grab yours and hold it with a gentle squeeze, "I am sorry. Korea greet very different from here. My name is Jungkook."

You relax at his words with a nod of understanding. Realizing that he was still holding your hand, you awkwardly pulled away with a hum.

Jungkook's face turns red once seeing your reaction.

"Ah-I am sorry!" He bows to you causing your eyes to widen.

"Woah there! Hold up a minute." You raise your arms as he continues to stay in the bowed position.

"I did not mean to cause uncomfort! I am sorry!"

"I-It's really not a bother! You're okay my dude, just relax. I'm not mad."

Seeing that you aren't upset Jungkook stands up with a nervous smile. "Engrish is not my first langrish. I have hard time understand and speak."

"You gucci, we all have our own challenges."

He perks up at your words. "Gucci? I have friend, he loves Gucci. Buys a lot of it, even his Yeontan has Gucci things."

"Yeontan? As in a pet?"

"Yes yes! Very cute puppy!"

'Goddamn! He even buying Gucci for the dog? Imma need to meet this friend and see if I can-'

"____" you turn your attention to your little brother as he looks at you with a pout, "I'm hungry! Can we go now?"

You scoff at his words. "So now it's ____. Whatever happened to face thief my dearest brother?"

"I decided that you are no longer one until I say so."

Rolling your eyes at his answer, you look at Jungkook with a soft smile. "Um, I have to go now. Maybe we will meet again?"

Jungkook is saddened by your news but brightens at an idea.

"You can come to next performance and meet greet! Then we will see each other again."

"Wait," you study him as he happily bounces on his feet for your answer, "performance? You aren't a blogger or YouTube star?"

"No no. I am in BTS, famous idol group. So will you come?" You mentally melt at the hopeful gleam shining in his eyes before letting out a sigh.

"I-I don't know. I mean, I have to find the prices for the tickets and where you might be."

"Uh, here! I have KakaoTalk, we can stay contact on there." Quickly taking a piece of paper from his backpack, he speaks to the cameraman (who you forgot was there for a moment) before writing a few words and handing it to you.

With hesitation, you take the slip of paper from him and put it in your pocket.

"Aight, I-I'll try. But don't be upset if I can't make it."

Jungkook brushes off your warning with a smile so big that the end of his eyes crinkles. "Okay!"

Grabbing [Brother Name]'s hand, you suddenly stop and look at the idol with a nervous face. "Do you think you'll be able to you know...edit all of this out?"

He looks at you in confusion as you nod your head to the camera that had been recording your whole interaction.

"With you being a celebrity and all, I'd rather not want hate mail and people stalking my family because of this."

Jungkook's eyes widen. "A.R.M.Y isn't like that! They will not hurt you, I know."

You wince at his words. "I understand that, but there are people out there who may be boy-crazy about you and will do anything to harm anyone they see as a threat. And I'm not risking that."

"Ah...Sasaeng fans," his eyes dull as he finally understands your perspective before nodding in determination, "okay. I will take our meeting out...I promise."

"Thank you," you nod your head with a smile and begin your walk back to the hotel.

"When we get back, I need you to cut our meeting out of the video."

The cameraman frowns at Jungkook's words. "But we need it for the Bon V-"

"I refuse to risk someone's life just for some useless ratings. If you really want to keep something, just keep in the part where I meet her little brother beforehand. I doubt anyone would get upset over me interacting with a little boy."

The cameraman reluctantly agrees to the maknae's order, making a mental note to tell the team to edit it out.

"Okay...but that'll mean we'll have to do more recording to make up for what we've lost.'

Jungkook looks at your shrinking frame with a small smile as you walk down the road with [Brother Name].

"I don't mind."

'We'll meet again ____...I'm sure of it.'

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ੈ✩‧₊ ̗̀➛ 𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐎 ᵇⁿʰᵃ | MERCURY ❝whispering secrets of the universe...you swiftly take the cosmic stage❞

ੈ✩‧₊ ̗̀➛ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐑 ᵐᵘˡᵗⁱ-ᶠᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐˢ | VENUS ❝cloaked in mystery and allure...your beauty harbors an untamed fire❞

ੈ✩‧₊ ̗̀➛ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ᵏⁿʸ | EARTH ❝blue jewel in the vast void...you cradle life and myriad dreams❞ [COMING SOON!]

ੈ✩‧₊ ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 ᵇⁿʰᵃ | MOON ❝closest confident...in your phases we find our reflection❞ [COMING SOON!]

ੈ✩‧₊ ̗̀➛ 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎 ᵗᵉᵉⁿ ʷᵒˡᶠ | MARS ❝stained by iron...your silence reveals tales of valor and endeavor❞ [COMING SOON!]

ੈ✩‧₊ ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ⁱʷᵗᵛ | JUPITER ❝majestic monarch of the skies...your storms hold hearts greater than earth❞ [COMING SOON!]

ੈ✩‧₊ ̗̀➛ 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘 ʰᵃⁿⁿⁱᵇᵃˡ | SATURN ❝ringed maestro...your icy dance echos a symphony of beauty❞ [COMING SOON!]

ੈ✩‧₊ ̗̀➛ 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ʰᵒᵗᵈ | URANUS ❝leaning on your side, you spin...spin an axis of rebellion and uniqueness❞ [COMING SOON!]

ੈ✩‧₊ ̗̀➛ 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐗 ʲʲᵏ | NEPTUNE ❝from a distance you watch...gaze encompass a solitude unknown❞ [COMING SOON!]

ੈ✩‧₊ ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐌 ʰᵗᵍᵃʷᵐ | PLUTO ❝though demoted, you remain undiminished...a resilence that teaches strength in the shadows❞ [COMING SOON!]

ੈ✩‧₊ ̗̀➛ ?? | SHOOTING STAR ❝blaze across my sky for only a moment...but in that second, you're all I see❞

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