#kim is great but have u heard of a man who thinks he's old when he is only 30 & luvs horses & his commie boyfriend that he's divorcin' soon

[cryptiduni]

“white mourning.”

[jeonqkooks]

isn't it romantic? | myg (01)

ENTRY ONE: Me Before You

⟶ SERIES MASTERPOST

Many things in life have a polar opposite: left and right, night and day, yin and yang, you and Min Yoongi... Hopeless romantic meets gloomy cynic. The only thing you seem to share is a magazine column but even then, you still can’t seem to understand how Yoongi can be called ‘The Love Doctor’ when he is the antithesis of everything love represents.

pairing: yoongi x f!reader; side/past taehyung x f!reader

rating: 18+ (minors dni)

genre/warnings: coworkers to lovers, magazine writers au, fluff, angst, eventual smut; central themes of cheating (not between yoongi and oc), swearing (a staple in this household 😗), one bit is a lilllll suggestive?, mentions of drinking, i think that's it hmmm, barely edited bc u know how we do

word count: 5.1k

note: this is the yoongi brainrot speaking !!! the banner for this entry is one of my all time favorite pics of him and i will find a way to use it in everything !!! but erhm yeah iir is officially starting and i'm very curious to see what y'all think about it 😗 please like it haha jk no i'm serious please like it it's my baby

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

I waste my breath on a prayer, you don't care, I was never a part of your plan, You can't make a God of somebody, Who's not even half of a half-decent man.

I Burned LA Down - Noah Cyrus

Half your life, you hated blue.

You often associated it with so many bad things - loss, betrayal, loneliness. The great big storm. The end of life.

Most of the pigtails-wearing girls in your class disliked it because it was often a boy’s color. You hated it because of a stranger on a beach.

Then you discovered Blue Side (as ironic as the name was), the magazine that everybody and their mother was reading. There was this column - the Love Maze (as corny as it sounded) - that had your 15-year-old self hooked from the first article you read, “Flirty Pickup Lines to Text Your Crush”. It gave you a nice little distraction from the reality of your fucked up family.

You’d get home from school and dive right into it. You could count on the maze for a new article every day, covering all kinds of things - cute little quizzes, daily love horoscopes, relationship tidbits…

You started reading it religiously because it was stupid, and fun, but it was more than that too. They covered real-life stories of actual people, which you’d never really thought about. For the most part, it was tedious. Rekindling with an old flame whilst grocery shopping, accidentally spilling coffee on a stranger who then asked you out on the spot, etc. Things like that. You found them so… unremarkable. 

But then it went beyond that, when they told their stories looking back on years and years after that first happenstance. How there was love in the mundane. How there was love every single day, even on the bad ones. How there was a spark that two people cared for and nurtured into a warm fire that never burnt out.

How there was love.

How there was always love.

To you, that was magical. It was something you’d only ever heard about in fairytales when you were a kid.

You still remember the exact moment when it all changed for you.

You met Kim Taehyung during your third week at Blue Side, where you were a wide-eyed assistant editor who somehow wiggled her way into a position there, and he was an effortlessly charming graphic designer.

Admittedly, the first time that you two had ever talked, wasn’t under ideal circumstances. You were tucked away behind the office building, nails digging into your palms at 3PM on a sunny but freezing afternoon, willing your tears to stay where they belonged. You’d felt severely underqualified, like you were only flailing about, trying to keep your head above water but something kept pulling at your feet, not stopping until you were at the very bottom. People always talked about how your early 20s were the most beautiful and freeing years, when you could truly live and feel your youth blossom all around you. But that just wasn’t true. Those were the loneliest years of your life.

Taehyung had found you then, while he was out for a quick smoke break. He could’ve made a lame excuse and left, or simply pretended to not notice you were even there, but he stayed. He approached you and asked what was wrong. He offered you words of reassurance and encouragement even though you were nothing but a stranger to him.

You were touched by his simple act of kindness and his endearing smile. Maybe it’s because you’d never been offered much kindness throughout your life that his small gesture seemed like everything. In a way, it was everything. He looked like the kind of fairytale love that you’d only seen in movies, only read about in Love Maze. To this day, a part of you still thinks that you fell in love with him the very second he asked, “Are you okay?”

The timing felt right.

Taehyung felt right.

He, too, was like the sun in the middle of a cold and isolating winter.

You remember the color of his sweater, and it was then that you realized blue didn’t have to be so bad after all.

[15:39] You: what r u doing tonight?

[15:45] Tae ♡: probably just head home after the gym. play a couple matches with Jungkook. hope i don’t die boiling water for ramen and hit the hay early

[15:46] Tae ♡: miss you :(

[15:49] You: thanks

[15:52] Tae ♡: mean

[15:53] You: lol 😇

[15:54] You: i miss you too <3

[15:56] Tae ♡: can’t you come back earlier?

[15:58] You: there’s only a week left. you’re a big boy, u can handle it :)

That was a lie. You were already on the train when you sent him that text, bouncing your leg all the way back to the city at the mere thought of surprising him with your early return. You’d taken a leave from work to visit your family, spent some time somewhere quieter, away from the hustle and bustle of the big city.

You watch as the scenery passes by, fast-paced like you’re in a montage. The rest of forever is right around the corner. You wish you could skip to your happily ever after and not have to rewind the tape ever again.

When the diamond on your ring finger catches the sunlight coming from outside the window, you allow yourself a blissful sigh as you gaze at the jewelry adorning your hand. But if you’re being honest, it doesn’t fit anymore, at least that’s what you’ve noticed over the past month. It’s a little loose now, not quite noticeable but you can still make out the slight difference if you concentrate hard enough. You should get it resized soon, maybe later this week now that your schedule has cleared up earlier than expected.

Three weeks is a lot of time to spend around only your family, you realize. You thought you could do it - seeing that you hadn’t been back in a while - but the second you stepped foot into your childhood home, you remembered what a dysfunctional household you had.

It was nice while it lasted, which wasn’t very long. You did all you could, bit your tongue and tried to suppress that unresolved anger until it eventually became too much to handle. Your mom has always been a complainer. Nobody likes talking about it, but she’d bring up the same old shit almost every day even though you all know what happened. Your dad would just sit there and listen as she berates him in front of you and your sister, and you suppose he keeps quiet because there’s really nothing to be said in his defense. It was his crime, and this is his punishment.

Sometimes, you wonder why dad still stays. Sometimes, you wonder why mom still lets him.

You just wanted to go, even though this was supposed to be home. You want to leave every time you visit, and it’s a haunting feeling that keeps following you around your whole life. Why is home always a place you want to leave?

When you arrived back in the city, the first place you went to was Taehyung’s apartment. You lounged about, enjoying the much needed silence after two whole weeks with your family, killing time as you waited for your fiance to return from work.

You thought about you and Taehyung, and how your wedding was only months away but this was still his place. You wondered why you hadn’t moved in yet, though it wasn’t for a lack of trying on his part. Even though you spent most days of the week at Taehyung’s, you still had your own place.

Twenty minutes before he was usually supposed to come home, you ordered from his favorite restaurant, so he would have a proper meal once he was back, instead of half-assing his dinner with flavorless ramen like he’d planned. 

But Taehyung didn’t come back, and the food has been cold for hours now.

You glance at your phone again.

11:02 PM.

No new notifications.

The last message you sent him was around 8:30 - just a simple Whatcha doing? - but he hasn’t replied. 

There’s a small part of you that goes into a dark place, and you physically have to shake off the thoughts. Taehyung has never given you a reason not to trust him, but still, the wandering thoughts can’t help themselves. Is it insecurity, or paranoia? Or have you been programmed to be skeptical after everything that’s happened?

Maybe he’s just caught up with work. Maybe the guys at the office had last minute plans. Maybe Jungkook showed up unannounced and dragged Taehyung into one of his shenanigans again. There’s a lot of reasons to explain why he isn’t home when he said he would be.

You wait for him. Sometimes, waiting is all you can do.

You don’t get any indication of life until some time after midnight, when the door opens and you hear him stumble into the hallway. The first thing that escapes you is a sigh of relief - relieved that he’s home, safe and sound, and not out there somewhere doing things you would really not even let yourself imagine. You sit there on the couch, shrouded by darkness, now even more committed to making him squeal out of his skin after (unintentionally) making you wait for hours like that.

You carefully listen to the sounds coming from down the hall, trying to time when you’ll jump up and shock him.

There’s his shoes dropping to the floor carelessly. There’s some shuffling as he moves about, navigating his way through the dark. There’s a light thud, the sound of something hitting the wall softly.

A sharp intake of breath. His familiar groan, muffled. A whimper, feminine.

Your mind instantly blanks, and that nervous breath from before has suddenly found its way back into your lungs, growing in size until you stand up and say, “Tae?”

Somebody shrieks, and it’s neither you nor Taehyung.

When he switches on the lights, you don’t know what to focus on first - your fiance with his shirt unbuttoned, red lipstick smudged around the corners of his mouth; or the woman next to him with her back against the wall, hair disheveled, one strap of her pretty blue dress pulled down.

Huh.

If this was what you wanted, then you suppose you succeeded.

Taehyung stares at you, eyes blown wide, mouth opening and closing dumbly as he searches for words. “Y/N, I-” he stutters, “w-what are you doing here?”

You’ve seen this exact moment in movies, read it in books and online posts on the Blue Side forum from people seeking advice. You witnessed your own mother go through it when you had just learned how to read. 

Your nails dig into the palm of your hands as you steady yourself. You’re not sure what your face is showing, if it’s even showing anything at all. You’re being pulled apart in every direction. Things that you felt as a child are things you never wanted to feel as an adult. It’s not until now that you finally understand why mom hasn’t gotten over it, even though it’s been decades. This is the kind of hurt that chases you wherever you go, never relenting until it makes sure it has a home deep within your bones.

You inhale a shaky breath, and take a step back when Taehyung starts approaching you. “Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he says, his voice cracking on the apology. 

You don’t want to hear any of it. You don’t want to be here anymore. For the second time today, you’re leaving home. For the second time in your life, home is being taken away again.

Somewhere in the back of your head, a tiny voice echoes, There it is.

You run out of there, feeling like the ceiling is going to collapse on you. You hear him call out your name, but his voice drifts further and further away as you move. Taehyung isn’t even following you. The faint scent of whiskey on his breath follows you out, but not him.

You keep moving until you’re out on the street, until you can’t even see the building anymore. You shiver from the chilly air, and the influx of emotions that threatens to make you burst. Lightning cuts across the night sky, flashing bright for a split second before everything dulls into darkness again. The forecast said it was going to rain tonight, you recall. Your phone in your bag vibrates the whole time, but still, no one follows you.

Your feet slow to a halt when the first drop of rain hits the ground. You’re not even sure how long you were walking, but now that you’ve stopped, you notice the shiver is gone. You’re standing completely still, and that those seismic waves in the center of your chest from earlier are nowhere to be found.

Oh. You’re doing it again.

Heavier drops start to dampen the earth.

You don’t know where else to go.

Not your own apartment. Not now. No, it’s too empty there.

Maybe it’s a sign from the universe, that you’re just undeserving of a place to belong.

You open your phone to find his name on your screen, next to the words (7) missed calls. You ring up the only person you can, and when she finally picks up, you say, “Can I come over?”

Even when your voice cracks, you don’t cry. The earthquake never comes.

Sohee takes you in like the good friend she is. You’re grateful that she was someone you could count on to always have your back at work, who then turned into one of your best friends outside of the office too.

She gives you some clothes to change into, and doesn’t question anything when you ask if you could spend the night. Though, you have a feeling that she knows who this is about. She leaves you alone to get some rest, but it’s probably because she has work in the morning too, and it was already 1:30AM when you interrupted her peace and quiet with the call.

You don’t sleep a wink that night.

Instead, you think about your mom, and how she must have felt when she found out about your dad’s infidelity, time and time again. It’s true what they say, children really don’t know a lot about their parents. 

How did she feel when she first found out? You can’t imagine what it must have been like, going through all of that while having two kids to think about too.

You feel bad that just yesterday, you’d been so annoyed with her that you cut your trip short.

Outside Sohee’s windows, the sky cries, like it’s grieving in place of you, its tears drowning the earth in waves of sorrow. For a moment, you consider stepping out there, to feel the rain on your face and in your hair. But in the end, you stay inside, where you’re sheltered and dry.

You don’t realize that the sun has risen until Sohee knocks on your - well, her - door. 

She cracks it open gently. “Babe?” she asks, tentative like you’re a cornered animal, ready to bolt at any given moment. “Are you up?”

You lie in her bed, feeling so foreign in your own skin. You reckon your eyes must be bloodshot from the lack of sleep. You haven’t even cried once.

“I’m alive,” you tell her, as you stare up at the ceiling. There are no stars here, just plain cream-colored paint.

“Okay,” you hear her say, then she pauses for a moment, clearly not knowing how to proceed. 

Sohee approaches you, sits on the bed, and gives you a smile. She pats your hair, and it reminds you of your sister. “You wanna tell me what’s wrong? I have some time before I meet Namjoon for breakfast.”

You sit up, reaching for your phone on the bedside table. It’s been switched off since you got here, and when you turn it back on, a flurry of texts light up the device until the screen lags. Messages from Taehyung, asking where you were, begging you to tell him if you were safe.

You open the texts to show him that you’ve read them. That should be enough of an answer.

You test the words in your mouth for a moment. “Taehyung cheated on me,” you say, thinking that if you verbalize it, it would be real and you would finally feel bad. That it was just a delayed reaction, that you were just too in shock to process anything. You want to feel bad, but it doesn’t work.

Sohee’s eyes widen almost comically. “Are you fucking serious?” she asks in disbelief, half because of the nature of the news itself, and half because of how calm you are.

“He cheated on me,” you repeat and still, nothing surfaces. If anything, it backfires. You can physically feel yourself doing it again - shutting down. “I caught him last night.”

You’re not sure what’s wrong with you. This isn’t a normal person’s reaction after they found out their fiance was cheating on them.

But.

It is a you reaction. 

You keep doing this, even when you don’t mean to. You ran away last night, and you’re running away now. Your body shuts out every negative emotion until you feel nothing at all. It’s stupid that you do this, and it’s stupid that you don’t know how to stop doing it.

Fight or flight, and you choose flight every time. Every single fucking time.

You wish you could give Sohee something, anything would do. Scream, cry, go back to your apartment to set fire to all of Taehyung’s belongings. Anything would be better than this complete lack of emotions you’re showing. 

You watch her face as it happens, things that you should be feeling but aren’t. She’s mostly shocked, angry, but not hurt. How could she? She wasn’t the one being played for a fool. You wish you could ask her to give you some of that anger, even if it’s only a fraction.

You don’t see Taehyung again until two days later, when he shows up at your door. Even when he’s standing in front of you, words spilling from his lips like prayers instead of apologies, you just feel… empty.

You let him inside, and the second that the door closes behind him, you fill up with unease. All your walls are up again, your system on high alert. Everything in your body is telling you that there’s an intruder in your space. Your feet are ready to bolt, just itching to get out of there Go, your head says, you’re not safe here.

Taehyung approaches you, tries to hold your hand, but you just shrug him off. The man in front of you visibly deflates, and despite the way his face falls, you don’t soften. 

The first thing he asks you is, “Why didn’t you cry?”

“What?”

“You don’t look like you’ve been crying,” he points out. “Did you cry?”

Reluctantly, you admit, “No.”

Then he just stares at you. When his judgmental gaze holds yours, you feel guilty. Guilty that you’re not mourning the death of this relationship. Guilty that you’re just letting it go, but the truth is you don’t have any fight in you. You don’t see the point in trying to salvage what’s no longer alive.

“Do you even love me?” His voice is hard when he asks this, like he’s trying to keep his anger at bay.

“Of course I love you,” you say, but it lacks conviction. You both know it. The words sound so flaccid coming out of your mouth.

But you love him.

You do.

Did?

“Then why didn’t you cry?”

How do you tell him that you can’t? That you don’t know how?

How do you tell him that if you could, you would reach inside and claw out your feelings like digging for water in a desert. 

What the hell is wrong with you? This isn’t a high school crush, or a casual summer fling.

You two were supposed to get married, for fuck’s sake. You were supposed to spend the rest of your life with him. If there’s anything that could make you break through those godforsaken defense mechanisms to let the hurt in, it should be this.

“Did you kiss someone else just to see if I would cry?” you ask. Your voice is even, and you can see that it makes Taehyung more frustrated than he already is.

He grits his teeth, exhaling. You notice his blue sweater, and you stop him before he can say anything else. Obviously, it looks a lot more worn than it did back then, but over the years you’ve always found it endearing. It’s the first memory that you have of him. It was always something you could cherish.

Now, you can’t even bear to look at it.

It’s then that you realize it doesn’t matter what answer he gives you. Yes? No? It genuinely doesn’t matter. There is nothing that can make you see him the same way ever again.

You run your thumb over the ring on your finger, twisting it for a moment to memorize the feel of it. It’s the last thing that ties you to him. “You can have this back,” you say, handing the piece of jewelry back to him.

When a relationship ends, especially for a reason like this, people tend to think it’ll go down in a kdrama-esque fashion - crying, slapping, throwing water in the other person’s face. But that’s not what this is. It’s not cathartic; sometimes the end of a relationship is just a fizzle, doesn’t even make it to a fullburn. It might be unsatisfying, but it happens every day. It’s not always a pivotal point; sometimes it’s just a point.

Taehyung stares at the object in his palm. “That’s it?” he asks in disbelief. “We’re breaking up?”

“What else is there to do?”

“You’re not even gonna ask me anything? Who she was, how it started, how long it’s been going on?”

The other morning, Sohee had asked you to elaborate after you told her what happened, but there was just not that much to tell. You were there. He brought someone else home. End of story.

It was enough for Sohee to call him every name in the book and curse his entire bloodline though.

You suppose that’s a reasonable reaction. Taehyung cheated. You never thought he was a person capable of doing that. Three years of your life, down the drain. There’s nothing left to save.

“Okay,” you shrug tiredly, like you’re just having a casual and dull conversation about the weather. “Who was she? How did it start? How long has it been going on?”

Your name comes out of his mouth, sounding like a scoff. “Ask it like you mean it.”

“But I don’t mean it,” you say. “What difference does it make? Knowing doesn’t change the fact that you still cheated on me. You know what I’ve been through and you still fucked it up. You did the worst thing you could ever do to me.”

“Fuck, I know that!” he groans, throwing his hands up. “I messed up badly, and I’m sorry. Y/N, I’m so fucking sorry. I will never deny that what I did wasn’t wrong. But have you ever stopped to think that maybe you’re to blame for this too? You never want to admit that it could be your fault too.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You tell me. I keep having to put up with your baggage.” Then he shuts right up, barely even makes it through the last syllable before he’s squeezing his eyes shut for a second, clearly realizing that out of all the things he could’ve said, that was grossly out of line. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean th-”

And now you’re getting angry for the wrong reasons.

“You cheated but somehow it’s my fault, right?” you snap. “Boohoo. Sorry that you’ve had to put up with me all these years. I’m such a burden, right? Fuck you, Taehyung.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“I think you should leave.”

You think it’s the steel in your voice as you say this that makes him stop arguing. 

He holds your gaze for a moment longer. You’re someone who tears up when you see stray dogs, who cries alongside the fictional characters in your favorite show. And yet, as you watch your own fiance leave…

The door clicks shut as he exits your life, but everything he said stays behind, clings to your walls and festers like mold.

The second you step onto the floor, everyone grows quiet. Lively chatter turns into hushed whispers. People go back to making their morning coffee, side-eyeing each other in a way that’s not meant to be very subtle.

You quietly make your way to your desk, all the while feeling the nosy pairs of eyes on you as you walk. You don’t know how word got out, but you were sure that everyone would know eventually. You just didn’t expect it’d be this soon. Sohee would never do that to you, and you highly doubt that Taehyung would go around broadcasting his infidelity. 

As you set your stuff down, you make eye contact with the new intern who sits a few spots away from you. You haven’t had the chance to talk to her much, but she’s a nice girl. She gives you a small smile in greeting, and even though you know she doesn’t mean to pity you, you can still see it in her eyes.

A minute later, Sohee comes up to you. “Hey, babe,” she says, leaning on your desk with two plastic cups in her hands. One iced latte and one mango smoothie. She puts the yellow-colored beverage down and nudges it toward you, a little lackluster and unlike her usual playful self.

“Thanks,” you say, taking the smoothie with a smile, commenting, “Interesting morning so far. Never thought I’d ever be the subject of office gossip.”

“Yeah, about that. Do you know who was Taehyung’s… uhm… y’know?”

It’s okay. She can say it. You can handle it.

You already feel nothing, and there’s nothing you can even do to rectify it. Might as well lean into it, right?

Or maybe you should just go to therapy.

“No,” you tell her. “I didn’t want to know.”

“Well, uhm, now that the whole office knows, I think you should hear this from me first…” Sohee bites her bottom lip as she gauges your reaction. When you only sigh and give her the go-ahead, she continues, “It was Yura from Marketing.”

“What?”

“Yura from Marketing. You know the one. Brought muffins for the whole office on her first day? A little too bubbly for my taste. But yeah, she was at work the other day and suddenly burst into tears at, like, 10AM, and that’s how everybody found out.”

Of course. Even though people here are surrounded by celebrity gossip on the daily, nothing beats the good old-fashioned office affair. Why bother with celebrity gossip when you have front row seats to live drama unfolding ten feet away?

You take a sip of your smoothie, swallowing down the inkling of irritation that tickles the back of your throat. “Well,” you say, “I’m glad the downfall of my relationship is like a circus animal for them to gawk at. Can’t wait until they move onto the next big thing.”

“Honestly, it might blow over sooner than you think. The Love Doctor is back today.”

“What?” Your ears perk up at the mention of his name, glancing up at her in surprise as you put your drink down. “Doesn’t he work at the Paris office?”

“He used to work here. We joined around the same time. Then he transferred to Paris a few years ago. Nobody even knows why. One day he just upped and left.”

“Why didn’t you tell me he’d be here? I didn’t have time t-”

“Calm down, sweetcheeks, I only just found out,” Sohee chuckles, holding a finger against your mouth to shush you. “We all know you used to have a major lady boner for him.”

“I do not.” You don’t even know what he looks like, just his name when it appears in the byline of an article. “I admire him.”

Which is true, you do admire him. He’s your own version of a freaking rockstar. Though, you have to admit that Love Doctor is a huge cliche of a nickname, and significantly reduces the scope of his brilliance. The way that man writes makes it seem like he’s experienced lifetimes and is now here to pass on his wisdom. 

He doesn’t feel like a mere magazine writer like yourself. There’s something in his words that turns you inside out, makes you experience things that you’ve never even gone through. He flows like poetry, and leaves you stunned every time.

Okay, maybe you do have a lady boner, but for his brain.

Which… is probably something you should never say out loud.

Someone walks in then, a man you’ve never seen before. He looks around your age, if not a couple of years older. He bypasses all of the other desks without saying anything, not a single Hi or Good morning. He doesn’t look like the type to speak if not spoken to.

Then he walks over to where you and Sohee sit, and sets his bag on the empty desk next to yours.

You look at Sohee, and she just shrugs.

It can’t be him. Surely, it’s not…?

“Min Yoongi,” she says in greeting.

Oh, it is.

He spares her a nod before he looks away again. “Sohee.”

Is that the Parisian way? Is that how people normally greet someone they haven’t seen in years? Sohee and him were only colleagues, but still, the least you could do is pretend.

You’re not one to judge a book by its cover, but c’mon, seriously? Were you wrong for expecting the person who writes about love in its most raw and beautiful form to look… not like Grumpy Cat personified? It makes you even more fucking intimidated. And he’s going to be sitting next to you? The fuck?

As he sits down, you blink, still a bit dazed, not sure how to process this. Sohee gently pushes you forward, which makes you nearly stumble right into him. You turn to her with a glare, but she just motions to him, mouthing ‘Go on.’

You clear your throat, wiping your hand on your pants before you hold it out. “Hi, I’m Y/N. It’s so nice to finally meet you,” you say, trying to sound as professional as you can. “I’m really looking forward to working with you.”

He glances at you, and reaches out to meet your outstretched hand in a barely-there handshake. “Yoongi.”

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→ “I’ve known Jungkook was a virgin since he first tried to tell me he wasn’t,” you tell him, arms crossed over your chest. “I’m pretty sure everyone knows.” GENRE romance (romcom?), eventual smut, teensy angst WARNING mentions of a hand job, talk of virginity OTHER college crushes, volleyball player!jk, student council president!oc, idiots to lovers, besties to lovers, childhood friends au RATING m (18+) bc brief sex ment WC 1.6k

NOTES (!) sorry for taking so long to update </3 school be kicking my ass. anyway here they are! an idiot couple. lmk what u think!!

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In the past, whenever something had bothered you, the first person you ran to was Jungkook. Low grades, fights with your parents, boy drama— as your best friend and number one confidant, Jungkook was always your first choice. He was always willing to lend you a shoulder to cry on, even if that meant staining his white t-shirts with streaks of your mascara. He was always ready to go beat up a mean boy who had hurt your feelings during lunch, even if he’d miss his favorite special. And he was always down for some good old fashion i hate my parents ranting, even if he adored your parents. He was a great listener, an even better best friend, and had rightfully won you over from a very young age. 

That being said, how were you supposed to talk to Jungkook about something that bothered you when that something was him? 

You could easily tell any of your numerous girl friends, those of which would probably understand your predicament better than Jungkook or any man ever could. But after years of vehemently denying any notion of a romantic relationship between the two of you, you get the feeling your call for help will be met with more unimpressed glares than actual assistance. Besides, as much as you bring up Jungkook, none of them really know Jungkook to truly offer you any worthwhile advice. 

Your next option: Kim Taehyung. Now, Kim Taehyung held a similar background as Jungkook (translation: he also went to the same high school as you). He knows both you and Jungkook—frankly, more than you’d like him to—so he would be able to dissect the issue easily and offer trustworthy advice. The problem with Kim Taehyung, however, is that aside from knowing you at your embarrassingly dorky teenage prime, he doesn’t know how to keep a secret. Anything he knows, Jungkook knows. So if you were to, hypothetically, ask Taehyung for advice on Jungkook, well. Chances are, you’d probably get a rather confused text from Jungkook two minutes later. 

Which leaves you with one option— Park Jimin. There’s a reason Park Jimin isn’t your first option, and that reason presents itself now as you glare at him from across the empty room. For as long as you’ve been in university, Jimin has always lingered around the student council meetings, giving everyone he sees the prettiest, meanest stink-eye. You suspect it’s because he waits around for Min Yoongi, your Vice President (which isn’t an issue; Jungkook also frequents student council meetings while waiting for you), and doesn’t really care for anyone else. Your problem with Jimin doesn’t lie there but rather with the fact he’s adamant on taking up space and not lending so much as a finger to help. 

Today he is sitting with his feet on the table, dirty volleyball bag tossed on the floor. He’s watched you for the last fifteen minutes wrestle with the broken copy machine and hasn’t said a word since. He pretends he doesn’t see you struggling, because if he does, he’d be obligated to help you. 

To summarize, Park Jimin may be the fastest libero your university’s volleyball team has seen in years, but he’s a good-for-nothing bum everywhere else. 

And despite all that, he’s your best choice. There’s no one quite as blunt and honest as Park Jimin. There’s no one in this world who truly doesn’t care enough about anyone’s problems to gossip about them as Park Jimin. You plop down beside him, rumpled papers in hand. Without warning, you jump straight into it. “Jungkook is going to take my virginity,” you announce, like it’s the most casual thing in the world. If any of your fellow student council members heard you, you’re certain you’d shrivel up and die. 

Jimin hums. “That’s nice.” His eyes don’t leave his phone, thumb hovering over his screen. It’s a testament to how much he truly does not care. His extended silence plants a seed of doubt in you— was this the right person to tell? you begin to worry. But after a beat, Jimin’s thumb taps against his screen and he says, “Jungkook is a virgin.” 

You clench your jaw. “I know.” 

The thing about Jimin is, with the right wording, you can get him interested in something. Not interested enough to genuinely care, but interested enough to at least listen and offer his own piece of straightforward advice. His thumb comes to a standstill over his phone, eyes momentarily going blank. It’s a minute gesture, one that’s taken you four years of paying attention to catch. Just as quickly as it appears, it’s gone. “Really,” Jimin sighs, back to, you now realize, playing CandyCrush on his phone. “You’re gonna let a virgin take your virginity.”

Not a question, but you nod anyway. “Yup.” 

There’s sweat building on the back of your neck, nerves at an all time high, but you’re trying to play it off. Just a little bit more and you know you’ll have caught him. Beside you, Jimin’s jaw twitches. 

Finally, after what seems like an eternity of trying to act calm, Jimin clicks his phone off and turns to you. He’s as intimidating as ever, ash blonde hair pushed back today to reveal his forehead and dark eyes. “You’ve known Jungkook was a virgin this whole time?” he asks, has this calculating look in his eyes that makes you feel like you’re being questioned by an officer of the law and not the shortest person on the volleyball team. 

With a practiced air of nonchalance, you shrug. “I have,” you confess, and it’s the truth. 

While you may have been initially fooled that night two years ago, you weren’t that oblivious. Oh, you knew clear as day that Jeon Jungkook was still a virgin, just as well as you knew that he religiously washed his sheets every weekend or that he had a specific color coded system for his underwear drawer. Jungkook was a fool to try and lie to you, not only because you had found out, but because you had found out that very next morning. 

It had been subtle. The night at the party, you had watched on with a throbbing heartache as some pretty girl led Jungkook up a set of stairs, had barely fought off a wave of emotion when he returned twenty minutes later, his hair a rumpled mess. “Did you… ?” you had mumbled, pressed closely against him by the back door. Your eyes had been glassy, from your emotions and from the drunken stupor you had gotten yourself into while he was away, wondering what he was doing. A sense of jealousy you would never admit to had curled around your heart. His hand had landed on your hip then. He smelled like flowers and vanilla, a smell unlike his own. Your heart clenched, hand mindlessly reaching up to cup his jaw, so drunk and heartbroken, you couldn’t stop yourself from trailing your fingers along his pretty cheekbones. 

Jungkook had graced you with a simple nod, and then, “do you wanna leave now?” 

You’d left, stumbling down Greek road on your way back to his dorm. Jungkook had held your hand the whole way, tucked you into his twin bed, and then promptly knocked out on the floor between his and Taehyung’s beds. The latter was nowhere to be found, wouldn’t appear until the next morning when he’d accidentally step on Jungkook’s ankle and wake both of you up. 

Jungkook had yelped, and your eyes had fluttered open. You remember debating rolling over, checking on him like you wanted to, but Taehyung was already there doing just that. So you had laid still instead, listened as the two boys clattered around the room. They chatted mindlessly, about the party and tomorrow’s practice. Taehyung had been bragging about some girl he’d slept with last night. “What about you?” he had asked, and your breath caught in your throat. “Did you and…”—a pause, the distinct ruffle of fabric—“finally?” 

“What— no,” Jungkook had said, and you felt the bed dip as he sat down on the edge beside you.

Taehyung pushed on with a snort. “Well, did you get lucky at all?”

Jungkook groaned, placed one warm hand on your back soothingly. You tried your best to level out your breathing, relaxed your facial expression as you clung to the sound of his voice. “Just a handjob. Some girl I didn’t even know. Does that count?” You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, felt it beneath your fingertips when you fisted the sheets. 

And that curt admission sat in the back of your mind everyday for two years. 

You turn to Jimin. “I’ve known Jungkook was a virgin since he first tried to tell me he wasn’t,” you tell him, arms crossed over your chest. “I’m pretty sure everyone knows.”

Jimin lets out a low whistle. “You’re smarter than I thought,” he grins, this conniving little smile that is a genuine cause for concern. “So you’re letting him think you don’t know?” You nod. Jimin’s smile grows. “My, my. If I had known you were this evil, maybe we would’ve hung out more.” 

You roll your eyes. “I’m not evil,” you insist, flicking him on the nose. Jimin huffs indignantly. “I think what he’s doing is sweet…” you confess, feel your entire body heat up as you recall that wide-eyed look Jungkook had given you just yesterday afternoon, your kiss print fresh on his cheek. “And, well,” you look down at your shoes. “I used to dream about him being my first.” 

Jimin groans. “You two make me sick.”

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7 ☾ i loved you. i’m sorry.

warnings: depictions of panic attacks

notes: writing the end of this chapter made me cry t^t luv u guys, thank you for the support. i love writing this story so much! feel free to send an ask to the IFU universe characters or vent to me about them! also, there is a picture in here that i drew!!!! it’s not that great but I hope you guys like it :-)

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“Who are you?”

Those words echo in Yoongi’s ear as if it was his final judgment from the king of hell. He staggered but held onto the edge of your hospital bed to keep from falling. He could only look at you in shock and silence while the doctor came up from behind him and examined you.

“Miss Kim, how are you feeling? Is there any pain?” The doctor asked.

You rubbed and blinked a couple of times. Everything was still a little blurry.

“M’head hurts and my body is so sore,” you reply. “Why am I here?”

“What’s the last thing you remember, Miss Kim?”

Rubbing your temples, you groaned in frustration, not remembering how you ended up in this hospital bed.

“I can’t remember. Everything’s really fuzzy right now.”

The doctor turns to Yoongi, who sat himself down on the chair further away from you.

“Do you recognize him?”

You looked at the man in the chair and examined him for a while. There’s a chill that runs through Yoongi’s body as he sees your eyes roam him from head to toe. He almost expects to see some kind of anger or resentment on your face, but receives nothing but confusion.

You turn back to the doctor shaking your head. He opens his mouth to say something but Yoongi beats him to it.

“It’s okay, doc, we can talk about that later, but is she okay? You said your head was hurting, right, Yn?” He says, looking back at you.

Cautiously, you nod at him before looking at the doctor again.

“It’s throbbing and it feels like there’s drums banging in my head.”

“This is all completely normal. You were in a pretty severe car accident and received a pretty worrisome head injury. You were unconscious for about five days, so your body has already started its healing process. In the coming weeks, you might experience some delayed symptoms related to the concussion you received.”

“What kind of symptoms? Is she going to be okay?” Though shocked as he was with your current predicament, Yoongi couldn’t help but worry even more.

“Mr. Min, if you would just let me continue, I can give you and Miss Yn all the answers you need. Because of the nature of the accident, she received a pretty bad head injury resulting in a concussion I believe to be grade II or III.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” You asked.

“It’s just a way to classify the severity of the concussion you received. Since you were in a car accident, you sustained a lot of other injuries but nothing too severe like broken bones. Miraculously enough, you managed to be wheeled away with only lacerations, bruising and a head injury. You were unconscious for about five days and you’re exhibiting signs of amnesia along with blurriness and headaches. These are all signs of a grade II or III concussion, though we won’t know which one until after a few more days of monitoring. Either way, there is the possibility of delayed symptoms like headaches, nausea and imbalance. After we’ve monitored your brain activity and symptoms for a few days, we can determine the grade of concussion clearly and proceed with treatment if needed. I’m leaning a bit more towards a grade II because you’re still able to speak and understand in a normal manner, but the memory loss is worrisome so we’ll have to monitor that and see if it lasts for over 24 hours or not.”

You groaned and tried to sit up straighter, but your muscles, so sore and unused for days, were making it difficult. Yoongi, who had inched closer and closer to you while the doctor spoke, held your hand in one of his while the other helped push you to sit up more comfortably. You murmur a soft thanks in his direction.

“I still don’t understand. You’re saying that I have amnesia, but I feel like I remember everything I should. I know my name, my parent’s names, my friends and my family’s names.” You begin to explain, not really understanding the whole ‘amnesia’ thing.

“How old are you? And what year is it?” The doctor asked while scribbling on your chart.

“19, and it’s 2016.” As soon as those words came out of your mouth, Yoongi fell into a quiet shock once again. Not only had you not recognized him, he was completely erased from your memory. You two met when you were 19, and in your head, you were 19 and you had no idea who he was, so your memory must have conveniently stopped sometime before you met him. He almost scoffs at the irony of it all.

“Miss Kim, you’re 23. You just turned 23 two months ago and it’s currently 2020. Today is the eleventh of November.”

The gasp leaves your mouth before you realize it. Your shaky hands lift up to cover your mouth and you feel tears well up in your eyes from the impact of the doctor’s statement.

“What do you mean? How can I just lose four years in my memory?” Your voice cracks when you ask and through the tears and the shaky breaths, you feel the ghost of a hand on your back.

“That, we don’t know. We haven’t seen an amnesia case this severe in decades, but that’s why we’re going to be monitoring you. Amnesia in head injury patients is pretty unpredictable, but most people who experience amnesia usually only lose memories within the day or at most a week, but it usually never lasts for more than a couple of days. You losing four years of memories doesn’t essentially correlate to how long it will take to regain those memories. For all we know, you could get them back tonight, but like I said, it’s pretty unpredictable.”

It takes a moment for all of it to sink in and absorb. Okay, so you lost four years of memories, but you might regain them soon. Although it’s not a guarantee, it’s still a possibility. You wipe the tears and you steady your breath before turning to the doctor once again.

“What’s he got to do with all of this? I still don’t know who he is or why he’s here.” You ask while pointing to the man beside you.

The doctor looks at you, then looks at him as if expecting him to take the floor and explain things himself.

“I’m Min Yoongi.” He holds out his hand intending you shake yours. You lift your wired up hand to his and he encloses it gently. It’s warm.

“Okay, Min Yoongi, that doesn’t explain how I’m supposed to know you?” You question again, a little bit of attitude in your voice.

It’s silent for a moment. Sensing the tension, the doctor excuses himself, telling them that he’ll send some nurses to help with your headaches and soreness.

Yoongi’s grip tightens on your hand. He contemplates for a little while about how to explain who he was in your life and who you were in his. Can he say that you’re his wife? Will that make it easier for the both of you since you were pregnant? But that was a lie, because you were divorced.

And he had lied to you enough times during your marriage. He thinks it might be the time to be more truthful.

“We were together for four years.” He starts. You wriggle your hand out of his, feeling a little too warm.

“Ah, if we were together for four years, how come I don’t remember you?”

Yoongi thinks about how to answer this one. He hums for a couple of seconds before he asks, “well, in your head, when did you turn 19?”

It was your turn to let a “hmm” pass your lips this time.

“Last week!”

“Okay, so in your timeline, we would have met next week. Two weeks after your birthday, on September 24.”

You nod your head in understanding, but you wince pretty obviously right after. The bruises are aching and you think it’s because you sat up for too long. Yoongi puts his hand on your arm and guides you to lay down.

“Here, just lay down and I’ll sit right here and answer your questions, okay?” He reassures.

After laying down, you try to move your body to the side so you could face where he was sitting.

“So how come you’re here and not my family members?” You asked after a minute’s silence, trying to think of a question to ask. If baffled you that this man you don’t even remember is the only one visiting you in broad daylight after a severe car accident.

“Jin was here with me the day of your accident. He said he was going to take care of you, but he got called in for work and had to travel out of the country a couple of days ago.”

“What about my mom?”

“Actually, I’m not really sure. Jin told me that she was abroad.”

“So you’re the only one left. Must be important if you were in my emergency contacts.”

“I was the only emergency contact you had according to the nurses.”

At this moment, Yoongi looked at you with sad eyes, but you didn’t know why. It felt like it was penetrating you and a nagging voice in the back of your head told you to stop looking at him.

Eager to ease the tension, you ask how the two of you met. Yoongi rests his elbow on the arm rest of the chair, plopping his chin down on his palm.

“Well, I had a music video shoot on the same day as yours. You were doing a photoshoot, I think, and you were using the same set room as me. I went there early to talk to the directors, but you were in the middle of your shoot and I just stayed. I asked my manager to ask for your number and we started talking and then I asked you to be my girlfriend on Halloween at a costume party.” There was a smile on Yoongi’s face when he recalled that particular memory.

He had no recollection of whose party it was, but you two showed up in the best costumes you could muster. Lydia Deetz in her wedding dress and Beetlejuice. The party was fun and the two of you had spent the night in the garden of the venue, just laying down and admiring the stars on Halloween night. It was nearing midnight when the both of you heard a countdown coming from inside. Why there was a countdown for midnight on Halloween, neither of you had a clue, but he took it as a sign and as the grandfather clock chimed, he gave you a gentle kiss and asked (whispered) you to be his girlfriend. 

He remembered your laughter from that night and it brought an even larger smile to his face.

You looked at him in awe, thinking his smile was simply breathtaking.

“So you fell in love with me at first sight, huh?” You asked teasingly.

Yoongi glared at you, but as soon as he spotted your little smirk, the glare melted away and a hesitant smile made its way on his face again.

“For your information, it was at first laugh.” He simply stated. At that, you gave a gentle smile and a quiet giggle into your hand.

In that moment, Yoongi was taken back to the early days of your relationship. The appearance of that gentle smile had catapulted him back to the happier days of your story. It was so different from you in the recent months. You, who had been so sad and exhausted and frustrated. Though pale and bruised and in a hospital bed, you looked much more youthful than before, as if you had reverted back to the person that was happiness personified.

“Right, okay. At first laugh. Never heard that before.”

“I’m serious. It was like hearing bells.”

“That doesn’t sound very appealing.”

“Good bells.”

You laughed again, a little scratchy this time. Yoongi handed you the glass of water on your bedside table.

“Okay, so you fell in love with me at first laugh, then what happened?” You asked, eager to find out about this story. At the moment, you really had no inkling of who this man was, but it intrigued you to hear your apparent love story. You loved a good love story and this one, yours, seemed to have a good start. Because you couldn’t recall it, hearing it from his mouth is like looking into your own love story from an outsider’s point of view.

Yoongi took the glass of water and placed it back on the table.

“Well, we got together obviously, and we were together for four years.”

“Past tense, so you’re an ex-boyfriend?” This was getting more interesting. You have always associated exes with heartbreak (at least the ones you remembered), so this was interesting. You must have been good friends after the breakup for him to be your emergency contact.

“Ex-husband, actually.”

Oh.

That stopped you in your tracks. Now, divorce was something you had never, ever thought about. Mentally, you were 19, and at 19, you were worried about your career. You had suffered your fair share of heartbreaks and cheating bastards in high school and swore off marriage until you got yourself together, so this revelation confused you a little bit. You two met when you were 19, but here you are at, apparently, 23 years old and you’re divorced. That’s actually… unbelievable.

“We started dating on Halloween technically, but I proposed in July and that’s when we agreed to celebrate our anniversaries even though that sounds kind of silly. You thought it would be cute to just have one single date to celebrate our anniversary. Something about Halloween being sacred to you.” Yoongi laughed a little nervously, eager to soften the mood just a little bit. He knows you don’t really remember, but it still feels strange to talk about your divorce.

“Wait, so break this down for me a little bit more. How long were we married for?”

“2 years. So I proposed the July after we started dating and then we got married a year later on the same date.”

“And when did we get divorced?”

Yoongi fiddled with his fingers a bit before answering, “ The end of September. We were drifting for  some months already, so I think divorce was the best option for us.”

You nodded absentmindedly. It was a little strange to be here, in a hospital bed, listening to this man (who is apparently your ex-husband) talk about your divorce. You felt like you should be feeling something more than this, but all you can feel is some kind of nonchalance, like you were listening to a lecture on a subject you didn’t like. Still, this was your love life, something you treasured with all of your heart, and the news of this divorce with a man you can’t even remember is shocking but in a detached way, if that made sense.

“That makes sense. No one should stay in a marriage where the feelings aren’t there anymore.” You say slowly, silently, absorbing this whole situation.

From your peripheral, you see Yoongi just nod, not saying anything. The silence that befell the two of you was somewhat comfortable but solemn at the same time.

The silence was interrupted by murmurs coming from Yoongi.

“Don’t worry. Even though we’re not together, I’ll still take care of you. You don’t have any immediate family and I’m the only one you really know in this city. The least I can do is take care of you.”

You look at him and shake your head. The independent part of you wanted to deny that. Even though you were mentally 19, in actuality you were 23 and you knew how to take care of yourself.

“It’s fine, Yoongi. I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.”

That silences Yoongi for a bit. He remembers you saying that all the time, moreso during the time you decided to quit modelling. He was worried about you, but you always reassured him that there was nothing to worry about. You were a big girl. A woman. When these words came out of your mouth, it reminded him that although you didn’t remember much, you were still the woman he knew deep down.

Before he gets lost in his thoughts again, he lets out a small laugh.

“Yeah, I know you can, but you don’t even know where you live. Do you even remember how to drive? I remember you learned how to drive when you were 21.”

You furrow your brows, angry at his statements, but decide that you can’t refute since what he’s saying is completely true.

“Okay, valid. You can go home if you want, though. They said they were gonna keep me here for a couple of days, so you don’t have to come to the hospital until then, I guess. You look kind of rich… and famous, so you must be busy all the time.”

“I’m my own boss, so I can take my own time off, but I do need to go to the company to settle some things before you get discharged.”

As he talked, your eyes become droopy and were slow to blink.

“Yn, are you okay?” Yoongi asks as he moves closer to your face to examine you. Instinctively, you move back a little, but you’re still close enough to see his eyes up close. You decide to close your eyes.

You mumble a little. “Mhm, just sleepy. Head still hurts.”

Yoongi pulls the blanket up to cover up to your neck and fixes your hair so that it’s not in your face. The intimacy is strange, but not unwelcome, you think.

“Kay, just go back to sleep. I’ll go talk to your doctor then I’m going to the company, okay? I’ll be back tomorrow to give you some of your necessities.” He whispers.

You could barely hear him, but you nod anyways. The disappearance of his warm hand left a cold, empty feeling. Soon enough, you drifted off into sleep.

☽

Yoongi takes one last look at your sleepy form before he quietly leaves the room. He sees your doctor from the corner of his eye and walks up to him. Before he could ask anything, the doctor tells him that they have the results from a scan taken the day prior.

“There seems to be no traumatic damage to the brain, so we have high hopes about a smooth journey to recovery. Of course, she is pregnant, so that might make things a bit more delicate, but nothing that is too difficult to adjust to. She’s right in the middle of her first trimester, so you both really need to be careful. It’s already a miracle that the fetus survived. The rest is up to you guys.”

“And what about the amnesia?”

“We’re still confused about the memory loss. As I mentioned before, the last case of amnesia that was that severe was such a long time ago, and there was no explanation or pattern that was found in the brain to justify the timeline of the memory loss. 4 years is a really long time. We believe she might be more sensitive due to having such a huge gap in her memory. We don’t know what could trigger memories or how she would react to them, but you and the rest of her family should come up with things or events to stimulate her brain activity and remind her of some of the memories that she lost.”

“That sounds reasonable. I don’t want to overwhelm her too much, so I held back a lot when I was talking to her today. If it’s possible, can we hold off on telling her about her pregnancy? At least until I come back and I can tell her myself. I tried to take the day off today, but I have to deal with the company first so I can be here when she’s discharged.” Yoongi explained.

The doctor looked nervous at first, but thought about it for a while.

“Yes, I think that might be for the best. Waking up in an unfamiliar place with no memories of the past four years can be very overwhelming so it might be easier to ease her into the news. Thank you Mr. Min, we’ll call you when there’s news.” The doctor says before holding his hand out for a handshake.

Yoongi let out a small smile as he shook the doctor’s hand.

“Yes, please let me know if anything happens and if her situation changes. I’ll be back tomorrow to drop off a new cellphone for her so it’s easier to contact people. I’ll see you then, doc. Thank you so much for your hard work.” Yoongi couldn’t help but praise him for being such a helpful person during a difficult time for both him and you.

“It’s no problem at all, Mr. Min. It makes me happy to see how devoted you are in taking care of your wife and future child.” The doctor smiles at him and pats his shoulder roughly before he walks away whistling.

Yoongi only stared at his back as he walked away from him. Devotion. That wasn’t something he was used to.

☽

He’d gone home that night and contemplated the strange encounter that you both had today. The initial shock he received when realizing that you couldn’t recognize him, worse yet remember him, was swept away quickly by your questions about your relationship with him. As the night ended and he tucked himself into his bed, he couldn’t stop thinking about your conversation today.

It was the most civil conversation you’ve had since before the divorce. It was basically the only conversation you’ve had since the divorce. The more he thought about it, the more he zoned out of the reality in front of it. He thought about your teasing smile when you asked if he fell in love with you at first sight. He thought about your laugh, like bells, when he corrected you and said it was love at first laugh. It was like the fates turned back time to when you two first met. It was like he was seeing you for the first time again.

The you from today was such a stark contrast from the you that Yoongi had lived with in the months leading up to your divorce. Being reminded of what you were like back then and comparing it to the person you turned into after 4 years together made his heart beat faster. He didn’t know what it was but thinking about how you changed, how you grew, made him nervous. These weren’t fluffy feelings of romance or admiration. It seemed to be more like fear. He looked down at his hands and realized that they were shaking. As the shaking continued, he noticed his breathing getting shorter and shorter. He didn’t know what was happening but having these thoughts made him feel so scared.

The tears escaped his eyes before he even realized he was crying. He had never experienced this before. His heart was beating so fast and he couldn’t stop shaking or crying but all he could focus on was your soft smile today and every time he saw it in his head, it crumbled into the 23 year old you who sobbed into her hands in front of him. He just kept thinking and thinking and thinking and it made him cry into his palms more and more. Behind his closed eyes were images of the two of you through the years and the way you had changed from a beautiful, happy person who could probably make the sun and all the planets stop into a sad, quiet, reserved woman who preferred to stay at home and be alone with your paper and your words.

Did he do that? Did he do that to you? Did he make you that sad? Was it his fault that you pulled away from him? Was it his fault that you two fell apart as catastrophically as you fell in love? Was he the reason for your accident?

No, no, no, no. He cried and cried and couldn’t breathe. I didn’t do that, I didn’t want to do that. I didn’t mean to do that. I loved you. I loved you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

-

At the same time, you woke up in your hospital bed, shocked by a nightmare that eventually dulled and became forgotten as soon as you woke. You felt like there was something important that the dream told you, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. Instead of trying to remember, you looked up at the ceiling of your hospital room and contemplated on your strange encounter with your so-called ex-husband today. Mentions of the divorce were vague, so you didn’t focus on it much. He told you a love story that you wouldn’t have believed if you hadn’t lost your memories. You smiled as you remembered that way he told you he fell in love at first laugh. There was a twinkle in his eye when he said that, but you still noticed a twinge of sadness and regret behind it all.

“For your information, it was at first laugh.”

You closed your eyes and tried so hard to remember anything, just the smallest thing, to confirm whatever Yoongi had told you, but nothing came to you except for a barrage of tears that was so sudden it shocked you. You tried to stop crying, but you couldn’t. You tried to laugh but it only ended in broken sobs. There was a hurt in your chest that you couldn’t precisely describe. It was sharp, and it hurt your heart, like it was breaking little by little. It wasn’t happiness. Not at all. It felt like a sadness that you hadn’t ever felt before (or at least your 19 year old self), but you couldn’t possibly remember why you felt like this. The tears kept coming and coming and it frustrated you so much that you didn’t know why you were crying like this. You just wanted to remember something about your marriage, your relationship, and Min Yoongi. You couldn’t understand why you were feeling like this.

Of course, though the memory is lost, the hurt and sorrow that your heart had gone through couldn’t be forgotten. At least not by your body. It was a sadness so deep in your bones that not even the loss of the memories associated with this hurt could erase it.

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[1oserjk]

— pop goes the cherry

jungkook comes back home to find you visiting as well, all grown up — in more ways than one.

childhood friends / brother’s best friend au

+ this isn’t smut but alludes to the subject of it n the loss of virginity, so if u are uneasy wit the idea then pls!!/ refrain!1!1 

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“Will you calm down and just listen to what I have to say?” 

He’s teetering nervously back and forth in your way too pink bedroom you should’ve grown out of by now. Thankfully, you were visiting for a short amount of time before you’d go back to university to leave him in the dust for another few more years, just like the rest of the times you’d done it. He decided to stop by for a night, courtesy of your brother’s invitation that his little sister was back in town along with them. He mentioned adamantly about wanting the whole family together, which if you added everything up, Jungkook was—and still is—included in the whole ordeal. 

He was initially fine, perfectly normal as any other night at the Kim’s house. That was until he walked through the door and saw the face he’d tried to rid out of his head, since he graduated high school and fled to elsewhere, only moving back when you’d finally left home. Until you smiled at him and granted him a whiff of your irritatingly sweet perfume and your strawberry scented hair. Until you tugged on your low-cut dress that hit at the tops of your thighs to reveal an unnecessary amount of skin to him, because now all he could think about was if you really grew a cup size larger than the last time he’d seen you. 

He shouldn’t have been thinking these things in the first place when his best friend was just downstairs, probably assuming he’d taken a trip to the restroom, but here he was, in your bedroom with you who sat sweetly with your legs crossed atop each other in front of him. 

The room looks the same as a few years back, when he’d come up to knock on your door to announce that dinner was ready, by your mother’s orders. Instead, he’s here, actually inside, by your own asking of a private talk. 

What he didn’t expect was for you to ask such an absurd question. 

“Will you take my virginity?” 

He’s dumbfounded. Absolutely shocked that those crude words had come out of your mouth. It should’ve revolted him that he was being offered something he’d never do to your brother. Never ever. This was sick. 

So why did the offer only entice him further? He blamed it on the skirt of your dress that pooled around you when you sat. Or the way your doe eyes widened when you’d look up to gauge his reaction. He was waist-deep in the pool of attraction towards you. It was no hidden fact. Something in your eyes told him that you knew it too. 

“I—Can you elaborate on what you just said?” 

You shrug. “I just think it’s time to get it over with.” 

He would scream in rage of frustration if Taehyung wasn’t in the house, or here at all. The tops of his knuckles turn white in the insides of his grey sweats and his veins that snake around his arms protrude even further. It should’ve made you intimidated, a bit nervous over why he was acting like it was such a big deal but it only makes you rub your thighs together and bite at the corner of your lips. Especially when he stood there, practically towering over you and your small form. It was incomparable, you really should’ve been intimidated. But in the end, it was Jungkook who was. 

He timidly takes a seat on the small loveseat spaced out in the corner of your room. Enough for him to actually breathe and gain composure he lost in the beginning. He rests his forearms on the tops of his thighs and he thinks. 

Taking a deep breath in, he starts, “Virginity is a big thing to lose..” 

Your eyes roll back at the attempt of such an old man approach. “Don’t even try to back me out of this,” you huff. With a pout, you exasperate, “I mean, I’m already twenty-one! Don’t you think I deserve this?” 

He tinkers with the thought, “I get that, but it doesn’t make sense over why you’re choosing me to do the deed.” The palms of his hands are splayed out in front of him, like he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Jungkook,” you promise. “No one is pressuring you to. But I don’t think you realize that I have the capability to choose whoever I want. I’m choosing you for a reason.” 

Soon enough, something snaps in him to face the reality of the stupidity in this conversation. “I’m glad you see me as a great candidate,” he drips with sarcasm. “But I’m your brother's best friend. I’ve been his best friend since I moved in the next street over when I was five.” 

You shrug again, “—So?” 

He glares, feigning cluelessness while he lists off, “Well I don’t know, it’s not something your brother has to lay out for me to know that you’re not allowed to be touched and flirted with. It’s common sense and decency,” he exasperates. “In what sense would it be morally right to fuck you?” 

“That’s the problem!” You point. You crawl up on the bed to sit comfortably with your feet tucked under your thighs. A teasing pose you were clueless to note. “I’ve been so deprived from new experiences and feelings Jungkook, it’s absolutely tiring,” you groan. Your fingertips run through your hair and it ruffles messily below your palm. Jungkook takes a long and hard swallow to cope with the stir in his pants. He avoids your gaze when you stare longingly at him. 

“Do you remember our time in highschool?” You suddenly ask, and his eyes flutter before shifting precariously to your door, anxious for anybody to knock or even worse—stomp into the room with no warning, something your brother was highly prone to do. When his eyes land back onto you, he nods slowly and carefully. “You were in varsity along with my brother while I had just passed the auditions for a new spot in the junior varsity cheerleading team,” you further explain and his left foot starts to bounce, fingers tightening on the handle of the cushioned chair. Of course he remembers, what with taking up some of the field for practice, running around the track with skimpy shorts, eyes already on you when you would wear the mandatory skirts on game days. God, he remembers so clearly, as if it was just yesterday. “And you had your farewell game as a senior?” 

Throat tightening while his eyes widened, only remembering a sliver of what happened right after, when the team had taken their final win for the season. 

Tongue coming out from the corner of your mouth to skim across your lips, your head tilts, almost teasingly when you hand him a small smile. “Do you remember, Jungkook? When I ran up to you and—“

“—kissed me,” he finishes off, and your eyes show surprise when he does. 

Covering up your slight satisfaction when he reiterates the memorable moment, right before a few months later when he left the town in such a rush. Frankly, you’re quite delighted that he remembered some of the last moments between the two of you. You attempt to keep your cool and the growing grin when you scoff. “On the cheek,” you correct with a shrug. “It was probably nothing to you.” 

“But it was still a kiss,” he argues, “And it was from you in the end.” 

“Did you like it?” It’s abrupt and rushed, but your feelings were urgent to know. After all these years. “Did you feel anything for me at that time?” 

His mouth opens, yet nothing comes out. He closes it back up to think some more, let the right words filter out before he regrets anything. He would be mortified if you were able to pick out his feelings for you, that he failed to stop thinking about you ever since he stepped foot out of this house and never turned back. That he reciprocates the same overwhelmingly long crush you’ve had on him ever since Taehyung had introduced you both to each other. 

“I was thankful,” he simply answers. “Glad that I had you along with Taehyung. I appreciate you both.” 

It’s a fair enough answer to reel back and to stop mulling it over for a while. At least until he’s gone and you have all night to recall back your conversation of tonight. 

He’s so close yet so far away to grasp, so you ask, “Do you know what it’s like to never know the feeling of being touched, Jungkook?” 

He takes an interest at the ground, avoiding to give you a valid answer. 

You scoff, tilting your head to the side to narrow in at his face, “Of course you don’t. You lost your virginity years ago to Park Chaeyoung,” you spit. His eyes widen significantly. How would you have known? “Right inside of your room while I waited for you downstairs..” 

His brows furrow, “I—How?” 

Again, you shrugged carelessly. “You were supposed to tutor me that day. I figured you were taking longer to get ready. Until I heard her, and then you.” Your nose scrunches and for a second you let your vulnerability show, a flash of hurt from the memory of walking into the familiar house, finding and hearing out your newfound nightmare and what was the worst case scenario for you to experience. Your head shifts down and you begin to fiddle with your fingers unsurely. “I showed myself out the door when I realized where I was and what I was doing.” 

That was right. He had just taken her out after practice to a crummy restaurant and back to his place. He figured he’d do it before his parents got home from work and thought he’d manage to squeeze it before you arrive for your lessons that he volunteered himself for, plainly because he felt you slipping from his fingers when you began your own trek to highschool. He felt like he was the absolute shittiest when he ran a few minutes late only to get a call from Taehyung that you felt too sick to study anything that day. Little did he know you were sobbing yourself goodnight into your pillow. 

The tables have definitely turned now. The bed was your throne and you sat there perfectly composed — something you weren’t a few years back. If anything, if jungkook hadn't been sitting like he was now, his knees would’ve buckled beneath him to fall to his downturned fate and humiliation. 

“Don’t think that was it, gguk,” you test. “I sat patiently with all of your other pathetic relationships right after.” Your nails pick at the bedding beneath you, right in the middle of your parted thighs, a place he’d like to put his head in between. “You went through a lot of them.. And fucked for most of it too,” you chuckle bitterly. 

He watches you slowly crawl at the edge again, fingers digging into the mattress. You can’t help but take notice at the dark chocolate locks placed perfectly at the front of his forehead. 

“Swear it was like,” you took time to think, and with a pout you continue, “once you found out how to work your dick, you forgot all about me and left me in the dust.” 

He stares dangerously ahead to find you teasing with a smile, like the she-devil you quickly became. 

“No fair, Jungkook,” you tsk. “I’m a big girl now.” You wiggle your hips with a giggle. To get him driven to want you—no—need you. To see what he’s been missing all these years. Murmuring hazily, you prompt, “Don’t you think it’s my turn now?”

He stands abruptly, clearing his throat that ran dry, “Isn’t this shit supposed to be meaningful to you? With a person you love and care for?” 

Your eyebrow raises, “Was it meaningful with Chaeyoung?” He’s silent. Clapping your hands, you conclude with a sinister smile, “Well then, I think you’ve given me my answer.” 

“Why me?” He questions.

Sighing, you run your fingers through your hair that has grown a few inches longer the last time you saw him. Fuck, you were pretty. He’s noticed it growing up, and he’s paying the repercussions of it now. “I don’t know, Gguk.. I want to get this thing I have for you out of my system already.” It was an easier thing to confess when it’s been already a few years to grieve on his absence, a bit impatient from having to drag on the secret you’ve held so near and dear to your heart and scratched into every diary you used to own in your teenage years. Thinking of those, you’ve realized you have been meaning to burn the stash of books under your desk in some time. You make a mental note of that for later. “I figured you owe me this for abandoning me a few years back. I want to have a taste so I can stop these cravings I get so often these days.” 

The childish heartbreak runs deeper than that, but you save him the gory details for later—or never. 

His throat restricts itself to give an answer but his cock twitches, failing his belief to tell you that he would never go that route to bestow such havoc to your own brother — his best friend. Why didn’t you see any of that?

You click your tongue, observing the older boy squirm in his seat. “Your hands are starting to get fidgety.” Nodding in confirmation, you slide your legs over to sit regularly. A few seconds before you’d make the move of making your own seat on the same spot he had been nervously planted himself at, what was supposed to be a safe distance away from you in the first place. 

God, he was so easy to read sometimes. 

He makes a fist, ridding them from your view. The tip of his ears run red and he flusteredly looks away. 

“You never answered my question,” you taunt. 

Exasperatedly, he answers, “Because I don’t think it’s much of a good idea.” 

Sighing begrudgingly, you make your advancement towards him. “Jungkook,” Your tone was dipped in honey, stirred around to further the smoothness to it, causing it to make it easier for you to persuade him into the light of all things bad. “That’s not what I asked.” 

Now standing in front of him, he has no choice but to look up with a million questions surrounding his head. You precisely slide a knee to the outside of his left thigh and a hand to the opposite shoulder to meld support. You almost catch off balance when you lean further into him. It traps him into grabbing at your hip to steady you. You have him exactly where you needed him most and you don’t even realize it. 

You’re already seated on top of him and he starts to sputter for you to get off, especially when you sat so preciously on top of the overwhelming bulge he holds so distinctly. 

“W-What are you doing?” He pushes for you to move but you cling both hands on his shoulders to balance the sudden movements from him being underneath. 

“Call this an act of bonding.” You massage on his shoulders to relax him and it visibly shows when they start to loosen under your grip. “I haven’t seen you in a while, it’s only understandable.” You shrug. “Why are you so iffy about it now? We always did this when we were younger.” 

“Yes, when we were younger. When there was no space in the car or an extra chair to sit on—platonically. We’re adults now, _____,” he emphasizes. 

“Which makes it all the more better,” you ease with a smile he melts at. “Because our choices aren’t ran on our mindlessness we used to hold when we were younger,” you shift around and he hisses, “and we can clearly pick out our feelings.” You lean forward, eyes narrowing, letting your hair fall around him, resembling a curtain and covering up the brush of your noses from the suffocating proximity you hold. “So why don’t you make it easier for the both of us—scratch my back while I scratch yours—and tell me exactly what you want.” You ground down and he gasps. “What I’m willing to give.” 

“_-_____,” he mutters, pinching at your hip. You hiss and release a bit, your signature pout forming right after. “Are you asking for your brother to catch us like this?” He scolds. 

Then, you’re suddenly gone. 

You're quick to get up with a huff, even when his hands argue otherwise, practically tugging you forward and down, you ignore it and whip around to return back to the bed draped in the different shades of pink you’ve accumulated over the years. 

“What a tough cookie,” you sarcastically mutter to yourself, plopping your ass back onto the bed and returning to the same pose you held just a few minutes ago. “Not a fun one either,” you state for him to hear clearly, observing him stand and walk forward from your peripheral. 

He sighs. “Don’t be mad at me.” 

“I’ve been mad at you ever since you left, Gguk,” you admit easily and with your eyes, it lures him to hold an expression of guilt when he catches you so sad from the reminder of it, wondering if this was what it was like the whole time he was gone after that. 

It hurts him—and it must’ve been even worse for you. 

“I missed you.” He hopes you take it as a form of an apology. “Would’ve been worse if I stayed—If I did something to hurt your brother really badly.” He shudders at the mere thought of it. 

“Just.. Let’s not talk about him right now?” You reason. “Kind’ve tired of hearing about the bastard that’s stopping me from receiving any kind of action from you right now.”

He snorts and he’s close enough to tilt your chin upwards. “Hey,” he calls. “He loves you.” 

You lean back to let your ass meet the bed with your thighs on each side of you. Sighing, you nod, “I know.” 

He doesn’t loosen his grip. 

“Look,” you start. “It’s not like I’m asking you to light some candles and be gentle. I just want it gone. Take it away. I don’t care if you stick it in, finish, and roll over. I just want to get this over with.” 

He scowls and lets his brows furrow together, “Is that all you think of when it comes to sex? Just some time to pass by? To give and that’s it?” 

“I’m not left with a lot of theories after being declined from it for so long,” you reason. 

He stares at you longingly and you grow antsy when his hands that cradle your cheeks never leave their gentle touch, you wonder if it would be this soft when you would be in bed with him. 

“I’m leaving again in a few days,” he abruptly announces and your frail fingers that are wrapped around his wrists loosen significantly. Your eyes widen and you backtrack completely. 

“Again?” 

He only nods. 

Your eyes unknowingly well up and you close in on yourself immediately, alarmed at the fact you have shown your true self to the one person you’ve longed for the most and for such a cost that doesn’t even benefit you in the end. You rip his hands away from you, almost like a band-aid that’s been clinging onto you for a few long days now, turning gross and dirty and you hate it—absolutely hate the way he openly plays you to run into a deceiving mirage, that everything would be okay when he would come back. 

He calls for your name, yet you don’t listen. 

“I’m sorry,” is all he says. “I—I figured your brother would tell you when I came. I’m only here to get a few things before I would leave again.” 

Your eyes flutter closed and you shift your head, refusing to let him see the way you crumble, especially when he practically towers over you when he doesn’t even mean to. 

“I can’t—I won’t take something that’s supposed to be special and just leave,” he explains, heart panging when you don’t lift your head. “Please understand me,” he begs. 

“Leave,” is all you manage to mutter out. “Please, get out.” 

“_____..” He attempts to lift his hand out to touch you again, but you turn away and refuse, only leaving him to be hurt by the action. 

“Tell Taehyung I’ll be down in a minute,” then you glare at him, “Because that’s what you came here for, right? To tell me dinner is ready?” 

“I-I..” Nothing else comes out, so he only nods to save him from making anymore mistakes. 

You let out a small laugh, it cracks in between, but the facade is still there. “I think it’s the fact that If I didn’t tell you the way I felt, if I didn’t sit you down to tell you myself that I want you and make an absolute fool out of myself like this — you probably would’ve never spoken for yourself..” 

He falters, close to arguing until you repeat yourself all over again, hurt and annoyed, “Get out, Jungkook.” 

He reluctantly obliges, shutting the door closed and ignoring the thump that hits the door right after, one of your pillows hitting against the surface while you pathetically sit in the middle of your room with tears running down your eyes so pathetically and to your own humiliation to bask in. 

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Taehyung’s brows furrow and he stands in the middle of his parent’s backyard porch with utter shock. It’s close to two in the morning and he’s tipsy. “You’re leaving early? We just got here.” 

It’s a long gulp from his own bottle. “Yeah.” He utters some bullshit about his work and how they want him back sooner. Of course, Taehyung never presses, believing in every word that comes out of his mouth. In a lot of ways, you were both so similar. He doesn’t mention the abrupt confrontation that only happened several hours ago, nor the fallout of it either. 

“That sucks,” Taehyung says, “You were the one to suggest coming back home.” 

“Yeah.” He gulps the rest down and it burns this time. Midway he only realizes he traded out the beer bottle for the cheap vodka when he previously reached his hand out for another. He stops when the face that takes up most of his mind starts to dissipate into something blurry and lacking definition. 

This way, it’s easier. 

“I did,” is all he replies with. 

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[psycho-slytherin]

Strangers ch. 45

Your fun night with BTS is interrupted by some familiar faces.

Pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Actress!Reader

Word count: 2.8k

Genre: fluff, angst, idk

Warnings: Strong language, bit o’ trauma

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You knock at the door, your heart hammering in your chest. You were extra careful getting here – the paparazzi can’t know you’re still going back to the group’s apartment after the ‘breakup.’ 

Hoseok opens the door and lets you in, his usually wide grin somewhat muted. “Y/n-ie! We’ve missed you!”

“I’ve missed you too, Hos-oof!” You half-laugh, half-wheeze when Jungkook comes barreling out of nowhere and crushes you in a bear hug. “Hey, Kookie!”

“Guys!” Jungkook calls elatedly, his long bangs falling in his eyes. “Y/n’s here!”

Taehyung, Namjoon, and Jimin join you in the hallway. Looking around, you notice someone’s missing.

“Where’s…” You blink, snapping your mouth shut. You won’t ask. You don’t care.

“Seokjin hyung is in the kitchen,” Jimin supplies helpfully.

“Ah, okay.” You check the time– 8:30. “Is dinner ready? Can I help?”

There’s a chorus of protests, with the boys insisting you settle in the living room. You’re about to race for Yoongi’s favorite chair, but – argh. Why would you, when he’s not there for you to annoy? 

“I’m sorry. You don’t understand. I can’t.”

You snort. Hasn’t he always asked you to be honest? Hypocrite.

“Y/n-ie?” Hoseok sits next to you on the couch, speaking quietly enough that the others can’t hear him. “Do you want to take your coat off?”

“No, I’m–” cold. “Fine. I’m fine.”

“Look, Y/n…” Hoseok reaches out and places a comforting hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry about Yoongi hyung.”

You muster up a smile. “It’s fine, dude. Like I said, it wasn’t real.”

“Nah, just because you weren’t really dating doesn’t mean it wasn’t real. I don’t know exactly who this new girl of his is – seriously, all of us woke up surprised, including PD-nim. But something’s up with hyung. He never comes out of his studio anymore and doesn’t say anything during rehearsals.”

You stay silent. You don’t want to talk about Yoongi.

“Anyways, I was wondering if you were okay? With… you know.” Hoseok gestures down at your left leg, and you flinch automatically.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Hyung told me about that night you got hurt by some sasaeng.” Hobi looks deep into your eyes, his brows knit together. “We all care about you, Y/n. You got hurt because of us, and that’s not okay. I know Yoongi hurt you too, but I hope you remember the rest of us are still your friends. And we’re all here if you need us.”

You smile, knowing it won’t reach your eyes. “Thanks, Hobi.”

Hoseok nods seriously before scooting back. “By the way, is that what you’re wearing?”

You look down at your jeans and sweater. “Yeah…?”

“Girl, didn’t I tell you we were going out tonight? Taehyung!”

Tae pops out from the kitchen. “Wassup?”

Hoseok waves at you and your outfit. “Fix our girl, please.”

Taehyung’s eyes alight. “Ooh, yes.”

“I- what- but I’m cold!” You protest as Taehyung drags you down the hall.

“We can accommodate that. Come on, Y/n, it’s been ages since I’ve styled anyone!”

But what if I get cold? Seoyeon could hurt me. Lisa could disappear. Next time it could be my head, not my leg. I could die. I can’t be cold. I can’t. I can’t.

“Y/n-ie?” You snap to attention, realizing Taehyung is staring at you with concern etched in his pretty eyes. 

“I– yeah, sorry. Go ahead.” 

Taehyung leads you into his and Namjoon’s room. You realize with a start you’ve never seen it. The walls are covered in posters, photos, and scribbled notes. Unsurprisingly, Taehyung’s closet is gigantic, and you see him rummage through it with intense focus.

“Okay, so. You’re cold all the time. No dresses, then? No shorts or skirts?”

You shiver, remembering the outfits you wore for the commercial with Wonho and for the lipstick photoshoot. “No, thanks.”

“Hm… We could try…” You hear Taehyung’s voice change. “It would be good publicity… I’d have to ask producer-nim.”

“What?”

“Ah,” Tae withdraws from the closet, his cheeks blooming red. “Well… the public isn’t supposed to know yet. But I’m, er…” He scratches his head sheepishly. “I’m releasing a fashion line. We created a lot of demo outfits to pitch investors. And there’s something I want you to wear.”

You muffle a laugh. “Tae! Really? That’s so cool!” For a moment, your worries are numbed in support of your friend. “Let me see!”

“I don’t know if it’ll fit you, but…” Taehyung pulls out a box printed with KTH in cursive font. “And, for some heat…” he hands you a cropped black fur coat. “Try them on.”

You take a deep breath as you walk into the hall bathroom, nervous to peel off your layers of warmth. You open the box, and- “Woah.”

As you reach to try on the outfit, your phone buzzes.

Wonho: Hey, the commercial aired! Was wondering if u wanted to do smth to celebrate? Hope you’re doing ok. W.

You quickly text back saying you have plans with friends and place your phone facedown on the counter. 

Ten minutes later, you can’t help but stare at yourself in the mirror. You feel… “Y/n?” Taehyung knocks at the door, his voice nervous. “Does it fit?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Come out, let me see! I want-”

You unlock the door and step into the hall. Taehyung stops mid sentence, his jaw falling slack. “Holy… I don’t care what PD-nim says, you’re wearing this to the club tonight! Guys!” He pulls you into the living room. “Check her out!”

The other five members file in, Jin pulling off an apron. When he catches sight of you, he laughs in surprise. “Our Y/n-ie, all grown up!”

And you look grown up – Taehyung has dressed you in a black leather bodysuit to go perfectly with your black boots. It’s tight, but not suffocating, and most importantly, it’s warm. The long sleeves and legs feel protective. The only skin you’re showing is the adventurously deep neckline. The fur coat goes perfectly with the outfit, and you feel yourself standing up straighter as the guys express their admiration.

“Shut up,” you smile as Hoseok pretends to faint. “It’s Tae’s handiwork.”

“You look gorgeous, Y/n darling,” Jin hums. “Now, if the rest of you could start drooling over the soup instead of Y/n, that would be great.”

~~~

“D, remember how you said these fangirls have like, backup accounts? Shit under a different name?”

“Yeah, why?”

Yoongi chews on his fingernail. It’s a habit his managers always scolded him for when he was still a trainee. “What about Lisa? Does she have any?”

D clicks his tongue. It’s the first time Yoongi’s seen him in person for years, but he couldn’t be at the apartment knowing that Y/n would be there with the others. “Shit, man, maybe. I’ll find out.”

“Thanks.”

“Yo, did you see that commercial with your girl?”

Yoongi rubs his temples. Thinking about Y/n hurts. “No. What?”

“Nah, I’m asking cause she looks fire. She’s all over this guy. What are they even selling, right?” D slides over his laptop, Fierce’s new commercial already pulled up. It shows Yoongi’s old friend Wonho, shirtless, muscles bulging. When it cuts to a new scene, Yoongi nearly chokes. It’s Y/n as he’s never seen her; terrifyingly perfect and irresistibly seductive. He can’t tear his eyes away as she strides past Wonho. In the commercial, Wonho lifts the bottle of cologne and raises his eyebrows at Y/n, who stops with interest. 

The next scene leaves something hot burning in Yoongi’s chest: Y/n sits on Wonho’s lap, pressed against his shirtless chest, and the camera zooms in on her mouth as she leans in to brush her red lips against Wonho’s cheek. Almost unconsciously, Yoongi clenches his fist, nails digging into his palm. It’s just a commercial, just a job. He wonders if guys like Wonho are Y/n’s type. Not like it matters anymore, Yoongi thinks. Fucking Lisa. Fucking Seoyeon. “Fuck!”

D jumps. “Gloss! What was that?”

“I forgot – Seoyeon. I’m late.”

“Who cares, man? She’s insane.”

“I care. She wants to go to a club, maybe she’ll tell me where Lisa is if her guard is down. Or give me the names of anyone else she’s working with.”

“Ooh, sneaky. Okay, I’ll be online all night if you wanna text. Let me know if you find out anything.”

“I will,” Yoongi replies, throwing on his suit jacket. “And D, keep an eye on my location. She’s dangerous. I’ll keep a bodyguard with me, but just in case…”

“I gotchu, man. 

Yoongi takes a deep breath. His driver is waiting outside. Y/n is having dinner with the guys. And the image of her draped over Wonho is seared into his memory.

Back into the fray.

~~~

“I’m surprised we’re not driving in a van or something,” You say, peering around the limousine’s interior in awe.

“Some perks of being celebrities,” Namjoon says with a grin. The guys all look amazing, decked out in dressy but effortless outfits. Back in your ARMY days, you would have been swooning. Even now, their good looks are a welcome distraction. 

“It’s been so long since we’ve gone out,” Jimin bounces excitedly. He’s wearing a purple silk shirt that flutters with the movement. “Since Yoongi-hyung started filming and doing his new mixtape, and with Tae-ssi’s clothing line, our schedule has been lenient.”

“Speaking of schedules…” Jungkook turns to you. “I heard yours is gonna be busier lately! You’ve signed with FYP, right?”

You smile, shoving down your guilt. You need to move on. “Yep, they said they’d email me the contract today.” Now that you think about it, it’s past ten. When are they going to send it to you? You’re sure you haven’t received any work-related emails since coming out of your meeting with Mr. Park.

“Ah, almost there!” Hoseok hands out glasses from a minibar. “Soju bombs, everyone!”

You swallow determinedly. You’re moving past Lisa; Yoongi can’t hurt you anymore; Seoyeon… well, she may have won. But that doesn’t mean I’ve lost.

You’re going clubbing with BTS, wearing an outfit designed by Kim Taehyung. Nothing can go wrong tonight. “Cheers!”

And together with the members, you gulp down your drink as the limo slows to a stop in front of Club Xyon. 

Immediately, you’re ushered by stoic men and women in black suits to the front of a line of people who look more famous than you can ever imagine. “Oh my gosh,” you hiss to Hoseok, “I think I recognize her from that movie! And why are we skipping the line?” 

Hoseok laughs. “Y/n, I know to you we’re just friends, but to everyone else, we are global superstars.”

You swallow. Right. In a place like this… “Should I be seen with you guys?”

“C’mon, we pay good money for security to keep paparazzi away from this place. You’re safe.” 

The seven of you file in: music is blaring, people are dancing, and you’re absolutely starstruck. You’re quickly led to a private room stocked with alcohol. Jimin, Jungkook and Hoseok stay on their feet while Seokjin and Namjoon rush for the liquor. Taehyung sprawls on the luxurious couch.

“We’re gonna go dancing. Y/n, wanna come?” 

You nod, blinking through the sensory overload. So much is going on, so much to think about.

“Wait, wait.” Namjoon pours you a shot. “To Y/n, well and truly on her way to stardom!”

You laugh, accepting the shot. Thank goodness for your friends, thank goodness you didn’t lose them as well as Yoongi. The liquor burns your throat, and you relish in the feeling.

“Come on, Y/n-ie!” Hoseok tugs on your hand. You toss your coat onto the couch next to Taehyung and follow the dancers out, listening to their excited chatter. The dance floor is big, and multicolored lights flash everywhere. You swear you’ve seen the DJ featured in some magazine. Every person in Club Xyon is almost inhumanely beautiful, and you suddenly feel a nervous shiver making its way down your back. Almost as if they can sense it, the three men flank you. 

“Hey, you belong here as much as anyone, okay?” Hoseok whispers. 

You look down at the bodysuit, and think of how much power you felt when you tried it on. “Yeah. Let’s dance.”

Jungkook whoops, and Jimin bounces on his heels. Hoseok merely winks and leads you into the mass of flawless bodies; so many of them have clearly been trained in dance, moving with such fluidity that you do endless double takes.

“Exactly what you need, I think,” Hoseok murmurs into your ear as you begin to move to the music.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shoot back playfully.

Jimin and Jungkook appear to be having a dance battle. Their fame and the intensity of their movement has created a hubbub among the stars present, and they form a circle around the two. The crowd’s movement jostles you, and you lose track of Hoseok. 

“Hobi! Hob- ah, sorry!” You say quickly, having bumped into someone as you’re pushed to the edge of the dance floor. “My b- wait, Wonho?” 

Wonho grins. “I thought it was you! Funny, I texted earlier because I wanted to invite you here. Who beat me to it?”

“I’m here with BTS,” you reply. Then, seeing Wonho’s confusion, you correct yourself. “Some of the members of BTS. As friends.”

“I see. I’m sorry about Yoongi, I didn’t know he had it in him to act like that.”

You clench your jaw. You don’t know the half of it. “It’s in the past.”

“Well, if you don’t have plans for the next song, want to dance?”

“Sure.” Wonho is cute, and he was kind to you when you worked together. The black mesh shirt he’s wearing certainly helps. 

“Did you see the commercial?” He yells over the heavy bass as you dance. Over his shoulder, you see Taehyung talking to the DJ. 

“No, I’ve been busy,” You shout in reply.

“My agent sent it to me. It turned out well – you looked great!”

Your cheeks flush. Wonho is one of those men who just looks physically perfect, and muscles like his don’t usually come with such a thoughtful demeanor. To receive praise from someone like him gives your ego a boost. “Thanks, I’m sure you did too.”

The song ends, but you still find yourself full of adrenaline. Wonho is an amazing dancer, and you’re finally beginning to relax. 

“I’m gonna get a drink, want anything?” Wonho shouts as another song comes on. With their popularity, you’re surprised you haven’t heard any BTS songs yet.

“I’ll come with you.” You do want something to drink, but you know better than to let someone you barely know bring you something. Wonho nods and leads you to the sleek bar, staffed by skilled mixologists – they add bottle tricks to every order.

“Whiskey, please,” Wonho says when a mixologist turns to him. “And whatever she wants.”

You raise a brow. “You don’t have to pay.”

“C’mon, let me be nice!” 

You laugh. “Fine. A raspberry cosmopolitan.” You keep your eye on the mixologist as they make your drink. “Thanks, Wonho.”

“Hey, I’m just glad I got to run into you. You were definitely one of the more human actresses I’ve worked with.”

“How so?”

Wonho shrugs. “You guys pretend to be other people for a living. It’s nice to meet someone who feels so genuine.”

You nearly choke on the drink the mixologist has just handed to you. “Oh my god,” you say, shaking with laughter. “That’s… thanks, man.”

“What’s so funny?”

“Nah, just – first time in a while I’ve been called genuine.” It’s a nice change.

“I can’t believe that. You seem really cool, Y/n–?” You’re taking a long draw of your drink, so all you hear is his voice suddenly changing your name into a question. When you lower your glass, you see him staring in surprise behind you. “What are you doing here?”

“The same thing as you, Lee.” His voice is hard and cool, so uncharacteristic that it takes you a sentence to register. When you do, you swing around, almost unconsciously backing closer to Wonho. “Y-Yoongi?”

“Oh my gosh, look who it is!” Your blood suddenly turns to ice and you grip Wonho’s sleeve like a lifeline. No. No. No.

“Y/n, sweetie!” Kang Seoyeon says, blood-red lipstick matching her hair. Her hand rests lightly on Yoongi’s shoulder. “It’s been so long!”

[topconfessions]

I think its time to stop with the all "if you work hard u will gain anything u lile" cause life most of times its not fair and it doesnt work like this,,for example there was a group that just last 5 FREAKING DAYS!!!! so yep,no matter how hard u try to do certain things it probably wouldnt work out anyway..

This ideal in life globally is a man made corporate elite ideal that was prevalent in the 30s-70s primarily 40s and 50s where the economy in America did flow and revolve around Americans actually gaining the most from simple hard work and living on the straight and narrow. Our society was constructed around that. Women didn't have to work, weren't expected to work or forced to work or grilled / judged in their private lives for not working (unless deemed a gold digger) cause the men were the owns who had to rough it out here being the sole earners while women had to bare the more emotional and abstract difficulties of life at home. No shit y'all can hate me all you want but I honestly wish I was in that era. I don't like the equal playing field we live in today. There are incredible positives and 10x worse downsides to feminism paired with women now being expected to "work as hard" as men do. I'm a woman. I don't want to slave my beauty and youth away as well as my mental health for emotional abuse. Physical abuse, berating, disrespect, my character and intelligence being challenged as well as my my worth being tied into employment in 9-5 / office settings when if there is a man out there who is fit, willing, able and loves me enough to do it....he can go earn. I say this as someone who grew up with someone who was born in the 1940s and tried to raise me very Masculine without realizing it cause in her era that was the only way to make an income. Society didn't teach you or actively allow the keys to extra income, employment, a side hustle or being your own boss happen.

I'd say globally in 2021 and beyond we no longer are built on this ideal. It is obsolete and our economy, structure, sociology and how we function in day to day life does not mesh nor can function on that. Money can be made in all sorts of ways and everyone who makes what you were suppose to slave away for at college, internship and a big job for can make it in 4 months if not 3 if they are monopolizing entertainment (tarot readers making cash, youtubers, becoming a celeb etc) influencers, sex (IG model, sugar baby. Escort, modeling etc) Tik Tok, selling your stuff, becoming a pro seller, getting viral, Delivery food driver, etc. But these require you to not have a need for privacy and humility minus delivery driver and seller.

The sacrifices and gains have changed.

Working hard is for the poor. You work smart. Work cunning, netWORK with the right people, befriend, use, connect and inquire with the right people to get to the next stop, appeal to the right people for what you are aiming for and have enough balls to step outside of the box when everyone rlse is 9-5 and dedicate yourself to whatever it is you are doing.

That old hard work is for people who all live the same life but with different job titles. Everyone complains minimum wage is hell today and 9-5 is a wreck. It is but back during the big boom everybody was flourishing and life was easy.

LMFAO SORRY I GAVE A WHOLE HISTORY LESSON. Point blank you gotta take advantage of things to be successful and work SMART. Hard work is for being dedicated and applying yourself. Kim K got to where she is with by many factors and I will say she is a hard worker but not the traditional ideal of hard work aka manual labor / having to answer to someone. Kim could have easily half assed all her duties and appointments when she was climbing the social ladder. Kardashian's get on my nerves now but I always heard over the years Kim had a great work ethic and is Great to work with.

But yes I agree in general anon.

I mentioned this all cause it occurred to me that the world isn't what it used to be 10-+5 years ago. For instance men have flipped the script on raging feminists who forced us to be equals. Now men want to treat dates like joh interviews unless you're amazingly hot to them or they are desperate to fuck for whatever reason. Now you must have a job, have a job that isn't something shameful or low rate, have something going for you beyond just normal things and if you don't got any of these and you're not hot you get a bunch of bs and potentially get called a free loader who brings nothing to the table. And no this isnt my experience but I have notice men at least in dating apps or dating in areas that is outside of work, church, or a mutual way to meet that gets you close fast, they don't have empathy or a blind eye to women being normal. They do but at the same time they don't??? Like for instance, as someone who gets thousands of matches / swipes on tinder, I've learned you can't be on there if you don't have your life together and can prove you are hardworking at something. I.E if you suddenly lose your job for whatever reason....unless you can skillfully talk around it or make it work for you by being soft about it...men won't give two shits and they approach you like you arent tired from working 42 hours a week etc and can still fuck then clock in on time the next day.

All of this ties into hard work cause you just really need to stay diligent , financially woke and keep going enough to support yourself to survive everyday. Basic needs. Everything else isn't needed. That's all the secrets of hard work.

John Cena was the hardest worker of his time in WWE but he turns me off now cause his character is a highkey secret heel who shoots on people In promos like nobody else works hard or is righteously doing hard work properly cause they aren't work horses like him and tie upstanding image to their work ethic LOL.

Anyways. Hard work is complicated now. I spend too much and don't save but I am a Hard worker and go through what others won't to complete my job but because I may not perform my job in the same way a job favorite does or I may not have a job that is tangible enough for someone to understand why it's hard work, I could get my effort and labor invalidated just because. America has that issue and I don't like it. You rarely hear Koreans have these issue cause everyone across the board has this ingrained in them. Its just a matter of who upholds what value best and who is going beyond what is asked of them.

Eh. Its why I say now college is becoming obsolete in terms of income grind. It is no longer the primary way to gain money. It won't make or break you at all either unless you let it.

I'M DONE LOL.

[itshardcandy]

Jinnuendo

Kim Seokjin x Reader

(Originally written for and posted by @letsgetitinbusan for a writing game but I chose to also post it on this blog now)

8806 Words

Genre: Fluff, Friends to lovers, Smut, Crack,

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, dirty talk, fingering, outdoor sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it, kids), Jimin’s cakes

Summary: Camping with your friends was supposed to be fun- you could only agree, now that Jin had made camping even funner.

Preview: 

“Ohmygod”

You mumbled with a full mouth,

“Amazing”

You said and Jimin smiled proudly. Jin watched the interaction quietly from his seat. Damn, he thought, he should have remembered to bring some rice cakes for you. He wasn’t really jealous of Jimin and his cakes. Really, he wasn’t. He was convinced that little crush of yours was completely food related, so he didn’t really think there was anything more to it. All he wanted was for that interaction to have taken place with him and also, for you to give all your attention to him and not Jimin. That seems like a reasonable mindset, right?

“Yikes, I wouldn’t wanna be her right now”

Said the bus boy standing next to you, crossing his arms as he watched the restaurant manager approach the newest addition to the waiter team, who was currently involved in a rather heated discussion with a guest,

“It’s a shame she’s gonna have to leave, she was nice…” 

You added and both of you sighed heavily and returned to your duties while the poor girl was being fired for standing her ground. She was the third one this month alone. To be fair, your manager was not an easy man to please, so it only made sense that new additions to the tea would be examined even more closely than you and the others, who had worked here for longer. The only thing keeping you safe from the manager’s wrath was your natural ability to fake-smile for hours on end. It was a gift as much as it was a curse but it had secured your job in the customer service sector so far.

And soon you will have survived another painful day of serving bitchy, rude and entitled Karen’s and Chad’s for the sake of financing your studies. At least they tipped well if you smiled hard enough.

This was your last day of work before you could look forward to two weeks of uninterrupted relaxation time. You handed in your last paper for this semester last week, so all of the work for university was also done and nothing would interfere with your plans to sleep for three days straight and then spend the rest of the time at the beach, cooking in the sun.

 “See you guys in a few weeks”

You yelled into the kitchen after you gathered your things and clocked out for the night. A few hurried goodbyes reached your ears before you exited through the back door of the restaurant and finally breathed in the fresh air, smelling of freedom and definitely not the burger grease stench coming from the kitchen AC vent.

No, it was definitely freedom and it was glorious.

_________  

After a hot shower and big glass of wine you were slumped on your couch, ready to pass out any second now, when your phone went off and almost gave you a heart-attack.

You took a deep breath and checked the caller ID to see your friend Seokjin calling,

“What is it?”

Normally, Jin calling was a thing you were happy about, however, being interrupted while passing out after a 10-hour shift at your job, was not a happy occasion and you couldn’t mask the annoyance in your voice,

“Whoa, what’s got your panties in a twist? Did that guy at work steal your tips again?”

He asked and you breathed a heavy sigh,

“No, I think he learnt his lesson after I cut out the butt on all his work pants…

You answered, slowly sitting up and reaching for your wine glass to empty it with a last few sips before continuing the conversation

“Why are you calling so late? I was about to fall asleep…”,

“I just wanted to remind you to pack if you haven’t done it already. Which you probably haven’t. Case in point”

Pack? You creased your brows. Pack for what?

“YN? You still there?”,

“Uhh, yeah I am I just… can you remind me what I’m supposed to be packing for?”

If you weren’t so tired, you’d probably be a little more embarrassed,

“Seriously? It’s that time of the year, YN! It’s blackout week! Joon send everyone reminders months ago! And then weeks ago! And then again 2 days ago! How could you forget the most magical event of the year?”  

You needed to hold the phone at a slight distance as to not go deaf at the sound of Seokjin’s friendly reminder. He was right, though, how could you forget? Blackout Week was the one week that you and your group of friends all looked forward to collectively every year. A whole week of camping in the mountains near a beautiful lake and no one was allowed to bring any kind of electronic devices, unless it was absolutely necessary for survival. A flashlight would be an exception but other than that you guys were pretty adapt at reverting your way of life back to the good old dark ages. You were lucky that Jungkook and Hoseok had been part of a group of boy scouts or else blackout week would have ended in a disaster each time. Yeah well, maybe you had exaggerated when you said that all of you were pretty adapt at this stuff… But nevertheless, you were all very determined, which was just as important,

“Shit, you’re right, I completely forgot…”

You ran your hand across your face and sighed,

“Of course, you forgot, why am I even surprised…”

Jin sounded more upset that he actually was, you knew him by now. You just needed to work him a little bit,

“How early are we leaving tomorrow? Can I do it in the morning? I’m so tired…”

You probably sounded a little whiney but that usually did the trick with Jin,

“I told you to be ready at 5, you know how long the drive is. Ah YN, I still can’t believe it, you’re so careless sometimes…”

He already sounded a little softer,

“I’m sorry, I’ll start packing right now, ok?”,

You made sure to sound like the helpless damsel in distress you wanted Jin to believe you were and you were sure you had cracked him. You heard him sigh heavily on the other end of the line,

“Do you need help packing? I’ll come over and help you, it’ll be quicker and you can get more sleep”,

“Are you sure? It’s late already…”,

“Just stay awake for the next fifteen minutes and open the door when I knock, ok? I’ll be right there”,

“Ok…”

He hung up and you smiled to yourself. There were a few advantages to knowing how Jin’s mind worked. And knowing Jin, he would never not come and help you out and you were grateful to have such a selfless friend. He knew you were an absolute mess and he didn’t mind picking up your slack once in a while because you took care of him in turn. It wasn’t like you turned up whenever he called, like he usually did for you but you were the type of friend to think of things he forgot to do for himself. You had been friends for so long, that he had given you a key to his apartment a while back and you used it to make sure his fridge was always stocked, and his plants were taken care of. He worked a lot. Way more than you and the little things like self-care and chores sometimes got put on the back burner. Since you had a little more time on your hands you would take care of these things once in a while. Before you got up off the couch to put on some comfy pants, you stretched your tired limbs and pressed play again to let Netflix run in the background. Jin knocked right as you finished pouring two mugs of coffee, which both of you would probably need to undertake the monumental task of packing your camping bag. You opened the door and let him inside, handing him the mug right away and watching a smile creep onto his face,

“Coffee was a good idea”

He said and slurped loudly after he closed the door,

“Thought it would make me feel less dead. I have yet to see that theory proven”

You sipped on your coffee, too,

“Thank you for helping me, though, I completely forgot about the trip”

Jin waved you off,

“At this point I’d be surprised if you actually remembered to take a shower after work. I know I’m usually the busy one but this semester you’ve had so much stuff to do, that I can’t even be mad you forgot everything not related to uni”

You smiled at him. Even though Jin loved to get his Dad mode on and get all red-faced and out of breath from all the scolding, he was a softie at heart and everyone knew, no matter how hard he puffed up his chest, he never really meant any harm. He was all bark and no bite and none of your friends took anything he said seriously,

“Let’s get started then”

He said and put down the mug in your sink before waltzing off towards your bedroom and digging around in your closet until he emerged with your suitcase. You watched him zoom around the place for a second until you joined him, sitting down on the bedroom floor and grabbing some clothes to roll up and place in the case,

“You want any snacks?”

You asked Jin in case he wanted some food in addition to the great entertainment you provided with Netflix in the background, your loud combined breathing and the rustling of useless stuff around you as you moved it around to find viable things to pack,

“I’m good, thanks, though”

He said and dived head first into a pile of clothes to look for your warmer sweatshirts. The end of summer was in sight and you would be staying pretty high up the mountains, so better be prepared,

“Although… do you still have some of those mini pretzels?”,

“Yeah, sure”

You got up and got him the bag of his beloved snack and then it was time to get some real work done.

­­­­_________  

“Thank GOD we finally made it!”

Jin jumped out of the car and went to kneel down to kiss the ground but you stopped him before things could get ugly. What a baby, you thought to yourself… so what if you sang along to Cotton Eyed Joe for three hours straight? It’s a timeless masterpiece,

“So what if I sang along to Cotton Eyed Joe for three hours straight, it’s a timeless masterpiece!”

You argued and Jin’s eyes almost bulged out of his head,

“A timeless- can you even comprehend the unspeakable agony I was in? It felt like my soul left my mortal body and only the haunting of Cotton Eyed Joe remained…”

He could be such a drama queen sometimes. You rolled your eyes and sighed; deciding to be the bigger person really should be considered a virtue,

“Anyway, we made it here on time, didn’t we? You sure know how to burn some rubber when you don’t like the music I play…”

Jin pulled himself off the ground, holding onto the car door. His joints weakly cracked while he got up,

“I aged like 30 years during this trip and it’s only just starting…”

He mumbled to himself, shaking his head and making his neck crack in addition to everything else,

“What was that?”

You asked and Jin quickly went to unload the trunk,

“Nothing, nothing”

He answered, avoiding an even longer discussion about Cotton Eyed Joe.

You quickly joined him and had your bags unloaded in no time.

It seemed like you were the first ones to arrive at the camping site and when you informed Jin of that, his mood immediately shifted,

“We get to choose our spot?”

He looked at you in disbelief,

“Seems like it…”,

“Finally, we don’t have to sleep next to the dumpster!”

You never got to choose your spot because you had never been the first ones to arrive,

“Jin, there isn’t even a dumpster here, were in the middle of literal nowhere, nothing but lake, mountains and forest for miles”,

“True but somehow, the garbage always ended up being next to our tent because it was the only space left”

Ok, well, you guessed that was kinda true. You didn’t mind it though, you were a heavy sleeper,

“Ok, so let’s pick a good spot this time, hm?”

You said, clapped your hands together and looked around to assess the available spots,

“How about over there?”

You pointed to the edge of the clearing, where the trees began to grow thicker and taller. Jin squinted and pursed his lips,

“Hmmmm….”

He hummed and you guessed you wouldn’t be setting up there,

“What do you think about setting up here?”

You walked into the middle of the clearing, near the stump where the campfire would be set up later and Jin immediately pursed his lips even harder and hummed louder and you quickly suggested more,

“Ok, so near the lake then? Work with me here, Jin”

You walked down to the soft grass near the shore and presented it as appealingly as possible and Jin lips formed a smile. He nodded, finally. He walked towards you with the rolled-up tent under his arm and you planted it firmly in the ground. Not a second to soon, too because right after you set it down, another car approached and parked right beside Jin’s,

“Ah, the cavalry arrives”

You commented and just as you and Jin had planted the last fixture and the tent was stable, the car doors opened and the three Musketeers exited the vehicle in style.

Yoongi, sporting his usual urban-grandpa-couture, adjusted his tinted glasses and ran a hand through the hair that stuck out from his headband, before he casually nodded at you and Jin in greeting. Hoseok and his brother Taehyung waved at you enthusiastically in their brightly coloured jackets and each held up a bag filled with goodies that looked extremely promising,

“Woooow! You’re here early!”

Hoseok could barely believe it,

“And you even grabbed the best spot, well done guys!”

He congratulated you, genuinely surprised that you made it here before anyone else for the first time,

“be honest, did you ever expect this to happen?”

You asked him as he came over to hug you and Jin simultaneously,

“Not in a million years”,

“But we’ve been rooting for you guys ever since we started this tradition”

Tae said as he leisurely strolled over and hugged you tightly,

“Thanks, it only took us almost 10 years to get here, so we’re gonna make sure to rub it in your faces whenever possible”

Jin piped up and you chuckled to yourself,

“If you got here so early you could have prepared the fire already instead of being lazy”

Yoongi grumbled and trudged over, as well,

“Missed you too, boo bear”

You cooed at him and went to pinch his cheeks,

“Goochie goo, look at you, you put on weight”

You loved treating him like a baby. He also loved it when you did it but he would sooner die than ever admit to that,

“Ugh, don’t touch me”

He weakly tried to wiggle out of your grip on his pinchable cheeks and after they presented all the goodies, they brought with them, you helped the guys set up their tent. Then you actually did prepare the fire. The last of your friends to arrive were Namjoon, his baby cousin Jungkook and Jimin. Even more pinchable cheeks for you to victimize, you thought, rubbing your hands together evilly. When they arrived, the rest of you were sitting around the fire and you only noticed their arrival when you heard their voices approach through the trees. Apparently, they had chosen to hike here,

“I’m never listening to you again… hiking here, for fuck’s sake! I can’t believe I thought this was a good idea”

Joon said, sounding somewhat out of breath as he and Jungkook stepped into the clearing. He dropped his bags and drew in a long breath,

“Come on, it wasn’t that bad! And it’s not like you couldn’t use a little more exercise…”

Jungkook said, mumbling the last part of the sentence,

“What was that?”,

“Nothing, nothing…”

Jungkook picked up Joon’s bags in addition to his and marched on towards you guys, sitting by the fire. Jimin stepped out of the woods last and looked just as ethereal as everyone remembered. As he ran a hand through his hair, the sun immediately took a step back to let him take the place in the spotlight. A collective sigh ran through your group and a couple of awkward glances and coughs were exchanged before you all got your bearings back. He smiled when he saw you and gave a little wave that made you giggle like a little girl when you waved back. Jin could only shake his head in disbelief. Sure, Jimin was hot. Even he could admit to that; but surely you thought Jin was handsome, too, right?

“Sorry we’re late, guys!”

Jungkook said as he reached you and set the bags down,

“Don’t worry about it”

Hoseok got up first and hugged the younger boy tightly before the rest of you got up and said hi. Joon and Jimin walked over, too and the hugging continued for a little longer than usual hugging because everyone took a little more time to get an extended hug with Jimin. It was honestly ridiculous how thirsty all of you were for him. And the poor guy had no idea.

______

After all the tents had been set up, everything was prepared and all of you had settled back around the fire, you watched Yoongi and Jimin prepare dinner, while Hoseok and Taehyung played UNO and Jungkook was scribbling something in a notebook. Jin was sitting next to you and reading through the gas grill’s user manual, Jimin and Yoongi were currently trying t get to work,

“Are you sure, you’re not holding it upside down?”

You asked him and reached out to grab it from him but he held it out of your reach and sighed,

“YN, I know how to read a damn…- hold on, it’s actually upside down”,

“Wait, really?

You were only joking about the upside-down thing,

“NO, of course not! How incapable do you think I am?”

Jin slapped your shoulder with the papers and you laughed as you tried to lean away far enough,

“Very, and I’m not even sorry for it”

you said and Jin’s mouth dropped open and he coughed out a laugh,

“With a friend like you, I really don’t need any enemies”

He said and you leaned back in to look up at him and channel your cutest pout,

“This is why you love me, though”

You were right, he thought, no one could make him feel so dumb, yet so happy at the same time. Especially with an annoyingly cute pouty face like yours,

“You’re lucky, that’s true”

He continued flipping through the manual and soon, the grill was working and he saved Yoongi and Jimin from their misery. Just in time, too because Tae was getting hungry and no one wanted to deal with that.

_______

“Aw man, that was so good!”

Jungkook said, stuffing the last food from his bowl into his mouth, chewing loudly,

“You want the rest of mine?”

You asked him, holding your bowl in his direction and he nodded eagerly, big eyes getting even bigger,

“There you go, big boy”

You smiled to yourself and handed him your bowl,

“God, where is all that food even going?”

Yoongi said, as he watched Jungkook devour the additional food he had just received,

“Shhh, let him eat”

You shushed Yoongi with a pat to his leg and watched Jungkook munch happily,

“Anyone want some rice cakes?”

Jimin piped up and opened up a Tupperware filled with the juicy looking sweet treats,

“Oooooh, Jimin, they look amazing!”

You couldn’t believe your eyes; they were your favourite,

“I knew you’d like them”

Jimin said as he watched your eyes and smile grow bigger,

“Have some”

He added and held the box your way,

“Oh yes! Thank you”

You got up and tiptoed around the fire to kneel in front of him to munch on his cakes. You looked at him with glossy eyes, happy that he remembered your favourite treat. And they were good, too. So good, that you had to close your eyes as you had the first bite,

“Ohmygod”

You mumbled with a full mouth,

“Amazing”

You said and Jimin smiled proudly. Jin watched the interaction quietly from his seat. Damn, he thought, he should have remembered to bring some rice cakes for you. He wasn’t really jealous of Jimin and his cakes. Really, he wasn’t. He was convinced that little crush of yours was completely food related, so he didn’t really think there was anything more to it. All he wanted was for that interaction to have taken place with him and also, for you to give all your attention to him and not Jimin. That seems like a reasonable mindset, right? So, in conclusion, he wasn’t jealous, at all. However, when Jimin took a second rice cake out of the box and held it to your lips, time seemed to slow down for Jin and not in the good, romantic way he would have preferred it. Jimin gently placed the cake in your mouth and your lips closed around his finger for a second before he slowly pulled away. You moaned in pleasure as you started chewing and Jin had to bite down on his tongue to not lose his mind. To the others this was a completely normal and innocent thing to witness; just two friends sharing some food, what’s wrong with that? Everything, according to the way Jin was currently staring Jimin down and tried to telepathically communicate his disdain for the way he fed you food in the most erotic way possible. Ok, maybe he was a little jealous, after all. Why was this suddenly getting to him? He knows that the relationship you have with him isn’t purely based on friendship, since the both of you had had some ambiguous moments of will they, won’t they before but it was never really anything you acted upon or even talked about. Nothing to take seriously. Maybe, by watching you and Jimin flirt so innocently, he had just realized now, how precious you really were to him and that he wanted to try and incorporate a romantic aspect into your relationship. Or maybe, he just never felt threatened before. Never felt like his place in your life was about to be taken away from him by a guy with sweet, juicy and delicious cakes. Damn Jimin’s cakes! Jin got up and started collecting everyone’s dishes. He didn’t want to continue watching you basically crawling in Jimin’s lap and sucking the cakes off his fingers. Maybe he went a little too hard with the whole dish collecting thing because as he ripped Jungkook’s bowl from his hands, the younger hadn’t completely finished I and yelled after Jin, as he went down to the lake and started vigorously scrubbing everything. However, Jin didn’t know that he had absolutely nothing to be jealous of because as soon as he had left the circle, Tae, who was sat next to Jimin, made him feed him cakes, as well. Let’s just say that even someone as oblivious as you knew when some actual sexual tension was developing. You decided it was time to awkwardly retreat to your seat now, before you were sandwiched in between the two boys. Only now did you notice that Jin had left the comfort of his camping chair,

“Hey, where did he go?”

You asked Joon, who was wrapped in a thick jacket with his hands around a warm cup of tea. While someone outside of your circle might be a little confused at the sight of someone with such a warm jacket on in this warm weather, you had stopped wondering about his weird habits a while ago. He slurped his tea and pointed down to the shore where, if you squinted heavily, you could faintly recognise the outline of Jin’s body in the dark. You excused yourself from the others and walked the short distance to join Jin in washing the dishes. He was slumped over, kneeling at the shore and, apparently, hadn’t noticed you approaching. So you yelled and gripped his shoulders from behind:

“Careful!”

The high-pitched scream he let out almost burst your eardrums but it was definitely worth it to see him almost jump into the water in shock,

“What the hell, YN? Why would you do that?”

He was clearly very upset about the whole thing but you only snickered like a mean little kid and kneeled down next to him,

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t resist”

You said and took the knife he was scrubbing out of his hands. Safer this way. Even in the dark you could see his eyes, big as saucers and it only made you laugh more. You took his hand in yours in apology and Jin didn’t resist, he just yelled louder like he usually did,

“You’re such a brat! I volunteer to do the dishes and what do you do? Wow, the disrespect is off the charts!”

His yelling was like an affectionate pat on the back by now because you knew he would never actually yell at you in anger. He knew you loved it because you always laughed even harder when he started ranting. And when you squeezed his hand a little tighter, he was sure there was nothing he enjoyed more than making you laugh by making an ass of himself,

“I’ll stop, I promise!”

You bowed your head and clutched his hand to your chest, still smiling,

“Tsk, empty promises”

He shook his head and you looked up at him,

“I’ll make it up to you, I’ll help you with the dishes”

You said eagerly,

“And also, I snagged one of the rice cakes for you”

Jin listened up,

“I know you love these things even more than I do”

He heard some shuffling and then you held your hand up in front of his face, a tiny cake sitting in your palm,

“Open up”

You said, taking the treat between two fingers and holding it up for Jin,

“For me?”

He asked, just to make sure he wasn’t imagining this,

“Of course, for you, you genius”

 Jin slowly opened his mouth and you gently placed the treat in it, like Jimin did with you. However, Jin didn’t think of Jimin in this moment, he only thought about the way your thumb lingered on his lower lip for a few seconds before you pulled your hand back. He felt his affection for you stir in his heart again. He also felt something else stir in a different bodily region at the feeling of your fingers on his lips. He quickly turned away and swallowed the sweet cake before clearing his throat, 

“Thanks”

He managed to mumble and went right back to washing dishing and willing away the growing problem you were responsible for,    

“Move over, I’ll help”

You said and crowded his space again to help him with the dishes and then a comfortable silence set in, only interrupted by the occasional loud laughter from the rest of the guys.

_________

The last night approached quicker than all of you would have liked. After all of the days spent on the lakeshore, basking in the sun and eating smores at night around the campfire, it was finally time to return to your normal life. You and Jin had gotten used to the tent situation quickly, even though it wasn’t the most comfortable or convenient. Well, for Jin at least. After the you had gone to sleep on the first night, Jin lay awake for a while longer, not being able to get your small fingers and your gentle touch out of his mind and it didn’t help that you were right here next to him, bodies only separated by a thin sheet you used as blanket.

And it had only gotten worse.

Tonight, the silhouette of your body, illuminated by the dying light of the fire outside, made Jin especially weak. He, like you and the others, had a few drinks to celebrate your trip and commemorate your friendship and, surprisingly, alcohol didn’t do a lot to enhance his self -control. More like the opposite,

“You good? Are you comfortable?”, 

“Yeah”,

“Ok”

You and Jin had finally arranged yourselves into the bed rolls and were about to go to sleep. You were turned away from him with not a lot of distance between your bodies. It had been an especially hot day and even though it was already dark, the air and the ground hadn’t begun to cool down, yet. Jin was uncomfortable in the heat and he had already stripped down to his briefs; just being in the tent, next to you, not even a sheet over your bodies, to avoid even more heat, he felt like his body was heating up even more. He heard you shuffle around a little and then your thin top was flying over his face and you wore nothing but your underwear,

“I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable but I feel like I’m melting”

You said and fanned your face to feel even the slightest relief from the heat. Jin didn’t say anything for a few seconds, too caught up in the realisation that you were in nothing but your underwear, right next to him,

“It’s fine”

His voice betrayed him, sounding breathy and thin. He cleared his throat,

“Don’t worry about it”  

There, he sounded super manly again,

“I’m dying over here… it was nice when we were in the water but now? I’m not made for this weather”

You lamented and turned to Jin, tucking your hands under your head to be comfortable. He was glad that it was so dark because if there were even a little bit more light coming in from the outside you would have seen him staring shamelessly at your tits, pushed together between your arms,

“Yeah it’s uh… really bad”

Very smooth, Jin, managing to answer even though his briefs were getting uncomfortably tight, he thought to himself. The fire outside finally went out completely and the clinking of glasses and the sound of another tent zipper let you know that the last of your friends were about to hit the hay, as well,

“Do you mind if I open the zipper? Let some more air in?”

You asked and sat up already,

“No, go ahead, can’t be worse than this, anyway”  

You felt around for the zipper and dragged it down until the flaps of the tent opened and a slight breeze greeted you from outside,

“Well, it’s not much but I can breathe a little better”,

You fell back into the bed roll with a sigh and Jin suddenly had an idea,

“Hey, YN”,

“Hm?”,

“How about we just go down to the lake? Put our feet in the water, cool down a little, you know?”,

“Mhmh, I guess”,

“It’s probably more effective than just opening the zipper”,

“Yeah, you’re right”

You sighed again and sat up in the tent,

“Ok then, let’s go. We gotta be quiet though, I think everyone’s sleeping already” 

You said and Jin sat up, too, to crawl out of the tent and help you stand up after you crawled out, too. He grabbed your hand and slowly you navigated the dark clearing in the full moon light down to the soft grass around the lake shore until you felt the water gently lap on your feet. Both of you sat down on the grass and let the waves envelope your feet on their way up,

“Ugh, I already feel so much better”

You relaxed and lay back on the grass, stretching your overheated and tired limbs,

“Same”

Jin stretched his legs, tapping and tickling your smaller feet with his and making you giggle,

“Jin, that tickles”

You tried to wiggle away, and escape his big gorilla feet,

“Is this an unexplored fetish of yours?”  

you asked, making Jin laugh and trying to not be too loud,

“The tickling or the feet?”,

“Oh my god is it both?”,

“Are you kink-shaming me?”

“Definitely! Feet are gross”

You smiled and pushed yourself off the grass back into a sitting position,

“I don’t have a weird kink, calm down”

Jin loved riling you up, just as much as you did it to him,

“Anyway, I’m gonna go in, I think”

He announced after he was done teasing you and slowly waded into the shallow water,

“you coming?”

You looked up at him, shaking your head,

“I don’t think so, I don’t have my bathing suit. Don’t wanna sleep in wet undies”

“Suit yourself. But don’t complain about the heat”

He simply said and turned around, walking until water reached up to his ribs. It probably wouldn’t be so bad to get your underwear wet; in this heat they would be dry in no time anyway. But another thought crossed your mind and you contemplated just going commando. Even though yours and Jin’s relationship had never been anything more that friendly, except for a little flirting here and there, you felt like it could be more. There could be more to the flirting and the innocent hand touching. And times like these made you want to just cross the line. Despite Jin thinking he was pretty subtle about everything, you had noticed how, during the trip, he eyed you and Jimin curiously whenever you were talking. You had also noticed how he tried to put as much distance between you as possible in the tent as to not push his very obvious hard on anywhere near you. By now you just wanted to see if he would cross the line first. Watching him, you unclipped your bra and slipped your panties down your legs, before you also let the cool waves roll against your body. He had already made his way a little farther out and you stopped where your feet could still feel the ground and the water just reached around your clavicle,

“Guess the heat finally got to you, hm?”

Jin said, as he noticed you approaching,

“Right, the heat”

You mumbled and he swam closer, back to you,

“Not worried about the clothes anymore?”

You shook your head and smiled,

“What clothes?”,

“Your under- Oh”

Jin stopped in the middle of the sentence after he had realised what you meant. His mouth fell open as his eyes took in the naked line of your shoulders, no straps in sight,

“I didn’t wanna get them wet”

You said and Jin has to swallow hard. You’re naked under the blurry sheen of the water and he doesn’t know how to handle the situation,

“Yeah, no, I get it, convenience and all that, right?”

He laughs awkwardly and tries and fails to cover up his sudden insecurity about your naked boobs just a few inches away from his face,

“Yeah, I just thought I’d let the girls breathe, you know?”

You looked down and Jin could see your hands covering your boobs right under the surface,

“Yeah, yeah, no big deal, just let the… the girls out”

He took a deep breath and tried to look anywhere but your hands encasing your tits. The trees were pretty in the dark, so out there. And their crowns looked so big and full and round in the moonlight. They were probably very soft if he were to submerge his face between them.

Yeah, trees really were something; He had always been a tree guy.

And he probably should take a step back so he wouldn’t accidentally poke you in the stomach,

“Are you ok? Am I making you uncomfortable?”

You asked, your voice sounding all soft an innocent,

“Do you want me to put it all back on?”

Jin whipped his head around at that and held his hands up,

“No! No, I mean…”

More awkward coughing,

“Don’t bother, you’re comfortable. I’m completely fine”

You giggled cutely and Jin felt his self-control pack its bags and jump out of the window,

“Are you sure? You seem kinda bothered…”

You took a step forward and Jin escaped immediately,

“I think I’m gonna go back out, it’s freezing in here, don’t you think?”

He stuttered and rushed through the water so fast that I splashed you in the face. You smiled to yourself, fully aware that Jin was definitely not unbothered by your boobs. A fact, that you would use to your advantage.

And Entertainment.

You also swam back to the shore, where Jin was already standing on the grass again, his back turned to the water. When the water wasn’t high enough to cover up your nakedness anymore you wanted to get Jin’s attention again. You slowly exited the water and walked towards Jin, who was currently picking up your underwear carefully. You noticed him stalling a moment and feeling the soft fabric of your panties between his fingers before he spoke up,

“YN, I’ll leave your stuff closer to the water, ok?”

He said, thinking you were still swimming around without a care in the world,

“No need”

You said from behind him and he jumped, dropping your things, then tripped and landed on his ass, as he tried to put some more distance between you again,  

“Ah… you scared me again

He said, sitting on the floor and covering his eyes with his fingers immediately. He was only able to see your face through the gaps between his fingers. You didn’t say anything; you just stood there for a few seconds, making Jin suffer even more,

“I uh, do you wanna go back by any chance? I’m kinda tired”

He tried to find an excuse to flee again but you weren’t having it. You knelt down and placed your self firmly in his lap, straddling him,

“I don’t wanna go back, yet”

You mumbled and gently wrapped your small fingers around the wrist of Jin’s hand, trying to get him to uncover his eyes and look at you. He resisted. Not at all cost but it was enough to give you pause and make you doubt your intentions,

“Jin, it’s ok, you can look”

You tried to soothe him a little but he didn’t relent,

“YN, please, I’m trying so hard”

He whispered, hoping you would get the message.

It wasn’t like he didn’t want to look, he definitely wanted to. He was sure, the hard dick poking you in the thighs told you so very clearly. It was just that he wasn’t sure what would happen, if he gave in. Your friendship was something he treasured and was thankful for every day, no matter how annoying you could be at times,

“Would it be so bad? We’ve been friends for so long, have you never thought about it?”

Your soft voice slowly but surely worked on dismantling his determination,

“Of course, I thought about it. Multiple times, actually. Especially this week”

Jin answered and he felt you shift slightly above him,

“So, if you thought about it, does that mean… you just don’t want to?”

He thought he heard something like disappointment in your voice and he was never good at ignoring when you felt down,

“Are you kidding? You think I’d be this hard if I didn’t want to?”

He tried to lighten the mood and let his free hand move up and down your thigh,

“I’ve been wanting to do this forever, YN, I just don’t know if this is a good idea”, 

“Jin, please…”

He swallowed as he felt you move again, this time you were pushing down on him, grinding against him and he had a hard time to keep his eyes covered,

“Shit”

He cursed at the feeling of you grinding on him and you moved his hand higher from your thigh while you tried again to remove his hand from his face. He slowly let you but he kept his eyes closed,

“Jin, look at me”

You now held both of his hands in yours and you slowly moved the up your body until they cupped your breasts. You sighed and squeezed Jin’s hands around them making him moan and his head fell forward, against your shoulder,

“YN, fuck, you need to stop… I’m a weak man and your tits feel amazing”

He started squeezing on his own and slowly rubbed his thumbs on your nipples,

“Touch me, baby, please”

Your pleas were making him so weak and he knew there was no way he would stop now, that he felt your soft skin under his hands. He turned his head just a little, placing his lips against your neck and kissing you gently. He listened to your moans and let you move against him, rub yourself against his dick in his briefs and it made him so hard; shit, you just felt so good against him, warm and soft and your tits were so fucking nice he couldn’t form a coherent thought anymore. He wanted more, needed more, needed to touch more and taste more of you, so he quickly spun you around and pushed your body back into the soft grass and hovered above you,

“Kiss me”

You whine and he wants nothing more than to kiss every inch of your skin. Starting with your pretty lips; you pretty lips which were always pouting smiling, making him crazy and making him wish he knew what the felt like around his dick. He leans down and they’re so soft. So damn soft like your beautiful tits, which he went right back to squeezing and massaging, making you moan into his mouth. Then it’s wet; tongues finding each other, wet bodies grinding together and your wet pussy rubbing against him. God, you’re so wet. He even feels it through his boxer briefs. He never thought he’d be able to get you this wet. When you lift your legs and wrap them around his hips, he can’t hold back any longer,

“Shit, you feel so good, YN, so fucking soft”

He starts kissing your neck again, moving along the smooth skin down to your collarbone and then further down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. You moaned and ran your hands through his hair, tugging slightly and running your nails along his scalp,

“Feel good, baby?”

He asked, voice rough as he switched sides,  

“So good…”

You managed to answer through your bliss-clouded mind,

“Want more”

You added and weakly grabbed one of Jin’s hands to move it lower, between your legs,

“More? Want me here? Want me to touch your pussy?”

You never would have guessed Jin would be so vocal during sex, you always thought he’d be the sweet and vanilla type of guy but you weren’t about to complain when his fingers felt so good rubbing your lower lips,

“Yes, touch me, please, want you so much”

you pulled his face back down to yours to kiss him as he let his fingers slide through your wetness and moaned into the kiss at how fucking good it felt,

“Shit, you’re so wet… so fucking warm, fuck”

He started rubbing your clit lightly and you broke the kiss to bury your face in his neck and muffle your moans,

“Ah, Jin…”,

“Like this?”,

“Fuck, yes”

He made you feel so good, you wanted to do the same. You worked your hand between your bodies, too and started rubbing Jin through the fabric of his briefs. The feeling of his hard dick in your hands made you want more and you slipped your hand inside, wrapping it around him for real and gently moving it until you felt his fingers lose their rhythm on your clit and all you could hear were the pleasured moans he failed to hold in,

“Am I doing it right?”

You knew you were doing it right but you also knew Jin loved it when you acted helpless and cute. Could only apply even more in this situation,

“Yeah, you are… So right, so good, shit”

He sucked on the skin of your neck and slid his finger from your clit down and slowly, gently slipped it inside of you, moaning at the warm wet feeling that greeted him. You couldn’t find any words that would accurately express your thoughts at this moment; you could just tighten your legs around him and try not to be so loud you’d wake the others,

“You like that, hm? Feel so tight, baby, can’t wait to fuck you”

Jin moaned in your ear and you felt a heatwave run through your body,

“Jin, fuck me, plea- Ah…”

right as you begged him, he slid in a second finger,

“That what you want? Want me to fuck you?”

He pushed his fingers in deeper and you tried to not lose the rhythm you had going on with your hand around his dick,

“Mhmmh”

You couldn’t form a decent answer at this point,

“You sure, baby? I could make you come like this and then fuck you; make you come again”

He kissed you slow and deep this time, moving his fingers in tandem with his tongue. You shook your head, tightening your legs again, pushing his fingers even deeper,

“No? You want it now? Want me to fuck that tight little pussy?”

Jesus, you thought, you never knew words could turn you on so much,

“Then you’ll get it, baby”

He pulled his fingers out slowly and you watched as he stuck them in his mouth to suck them clean,

“Mhm, fuck, I’ll eat you next time, don’t even try to stop me”

You spread your legs as he sat back on his haunches and pushed his briefs down, finally. You couldn’t make out his size in the dark but you had already felt that it was a little bigger than what you were used to.

Jin gripped himself, moving his hand along his dick and sighing,

“Can’t believe this is happening…”

He said and leaning back down, hovering over your body,

“Wanted this for so long”

He continued and you let your hand travel over his naked chest as he guided his dick to slide through your wetness. You watched him shudder and a breath hitched in his throat as his dick made contact with your wet, warm centre,

“God, feels so good already, Jin, don’t tease me”

He bent down and kissed you,

“I won’t, I just…”

He hesitated for a second and took a deep breath,

“I don’t have any condoms with me, I wasn’t really planning on this to happen”

You smiled at the sudden insecurity in his voice and gently ran a hand through his dishevelled hair,

“It’s fine, I have an IUD, you don’t have to worry”,

“I can come inside you? You sure?”,

“I want you to”,

“Fuck…”

Jin went right back to kissing and sucking on your neck,

“Please, Jin, just fuck me… want you so bad”

The way you sounded so fucking whiney and sweet; he moaned into your skin and rubbed his dick along your pussy before he slowly pushed the head inside. Unprepared for the incredible feeling of your wet, tight pussy around his dick, he pushed in even more, swallowing all your moans and pleas. Never had he felt this good before, literally never. Your pussy felt so damn good around him, he wasn’t even completely sure this was real,

“Ah, Jin!”

He could tell you tried to be quiet,

“Shit, it’s so big…”,

“You ok? Want me to go slow?”

He asked for your comfort, yet he wasn’t sure he could do anything about it because his dick was definitely pushing itself deeper inside you of its own accord. He probably couldn’t stop, even if he wanted to,

“No, I’m fine, it feels amazing”

You threw your head back into the grass and Jin bent a little to suck your nipple back into his mouth, adding to your pleasure even more. He pushed in deeper and deeper, moving his hips until they wouldn’t go any further and he was balls deep inside you. Even if you didn’t, he needed a moment to come back to reality and not finish before he had even started. You held him so tightly and he squeezed every bit of skin he could reach as your hips moved against his, stealing his breath and making him feel so fucking good,

“You feel so good, YN, so fucking good”

He closed his eyes and let himself get lost in the feeling of your body against his, 

“So wet, so tight- this pussy’s made for me”

He mumbled against your skin and kissed and sucked what his lips could find. He wanted to be more in control, wanted to be more focused on your pleasure but it just felt so good. He could only hope he was making you feel as good as he possibly could,

“Jin, touch me…”

He heard you sigh and he placed one last kiss to your lips before he pushed himself up to sit back, so he could bring his fingers back to your clit,

“Like this?”

He asked as he rubbed you and immediately felt you clench around him,

“Yes, ah… like that”,

He lifted your leg onto his shoulder with his other hand, spreading you even more for him. This new angle had him hitting you deeper and Jin did his very best to hit all the right places. He already felt his end approaching and he knew he couldn’t hold it off for long,

“Jin, fuck, I’m close, don’t stop”

Your words were music to his ears. He held your leg tightly to his chest, fucking you deeper and harder, working his fingers as close to the rhythm his hips were setting as possible,

“That’s it, baby, come for me”

He ben forward slightly, wanting to be closer to you, wanting to see your face when you came,

“Come all over my dick”

His words made you feel hot all over and you felt your muscles contracting, bringing you closer to your end,

“Ahh, I’m gonna come”

Your voice was strained and you put both of your hands over your mouth, knowing this was gonna be a loud one. Jin was captivated by the pure look of pleasure on your face and devoted all of his movements to making you come, desperate to see your face and feel you clench around his dick,

“Gonna come for me? I can feel it, baby, tell me what to do”,

“Just like that, don’t stop”,

“You’re so beautiful… look so good like this; I want you so much”

He told you all the things he always wanted you to know and more until he felt your pussy tighten around him and your leg spasm in his grip while you moaned through your hands in a desperate attempt to deafen the noise as you came around him. He pushed in so deep, revelling in the feeling of your orgasm and letting his own take over. He bent down, pushing your hands out of your face and capturing your lips in a slow, deep kiss that made your toes curl like that orgasm just did. He came so deep inside you, filling you up so good and holding you so tight and close, you never wanted him to let you go. As your muscles relaxed and your breathing evened out again, just like Jin’s, he took your hands in his and kissed them before intertwining your fingers and pressing another long, deep kiss to your lips,

“Jeesus, Jin, I never would have thought you’d be so uh... vocal”

Was the first thing that came to your mind as he slipped out of you and lay down next to you. He let out a hearty laugh and ran a hand over his face,

“I don’t know what came over me”

He said and you smiled,

“I just bring out the best in you, don’t I?”

He squeezed your hand lovingly,

“My best is definitely in you, yes”

He snickered and you slapped his shoulder,

“You’re so nasty”

You both giggled as suddenly a loud voice rang through your post-orgasmic bliss,

“You’re both nasty! Fucking like horny teenagers while all your friends are trying to sleep? What are you, 16? Get a damn room next time, fuck!”

Both of you recognized Yoongi’s voice. You probably woke him up or kept him from sleeping,

“Whoops…”

You said, hiding your face in Jin’s neck,

“You should be happy it’s only happened now! Otherwise you wouldn’t have gotten any sleep at all!”  

Jin yelled back and you laughed even harder.

He had exactly zero shame and that was probably why you worked so well together. And you continued to work well together two more times that night. And then you continued to work even better together for a lot more years to come.

[cheryyori]

No. 1 FAN - K. TH SM AU

pairing(s): indie singer!taehyung/oc

genre: social media au, utaite/anonymous singer au, youtuber au, non-idol au, friends to lovers au, fluff, crack

summary: Kim Taehyung is an amateur artist and singer that posts his songs and covers on youtube. He also happens to be a huge fan of the anonymous singer Jae. Like any other fan, he hopes that one day she’ll notice him, so what happens when he runs into his old childhood friend who just happens to be the same anonymous idol he looks up to.

author’s note: Taehyung is a hopeless romantic mess in this and it shows. Sorry for taking a while to post this I was trying to figure out what to write for the drabble below, which I think is cliche but oh well.

MASTERLIST

01. shoujo manga style cliche | >>>

Drabble Under Cut

"Are you ready?” Jungkook’s voice called into Taehyung’s apartment, the older male frown as he saw the other outside of his apartment with the door wide open. His arms crossed as he leaned against the wall behind him, “We were supposed to go to the convenience store 10 minutes ago!”

“Alright, alright!” Taehyung sighs are he grabbed his jacket and keys. Jungkook let out an exaggerated sigh of relief, making Taehyung playfully hit his shoulder in response as he locked the door to his apartment behind him, “Shut up, stop being so dramatic!” He says as the two of them rounded the corner of the hall to the stairs. 

Other footsteps could be heard from above, but Taehyung paid no mind as he was in his own conversation with Jungkook, talking about what they needed to get from the convenience store. They stood near the stairs, going over what they plan to do when Jimin and Namjoon arrive but they stopped as they heard three loud voices and the sounds of running from above.

“Hurry up!” a voice echoes.

“Alright, no need to rush, I’m going at my own pace, shortcake,” another replied quietly. Taehyung’s eyes turned to see a young woman with dark brown hair pulled into a messy low ponytail and wore round glasses perched on the bridge of her nose being tugged by a shorter man with brown hair swept to the side. The first thing that crossed his mind when he saw her was that she was pretty. Very pretty.

“Can you stop pulling on Jaehee’s arm, Shin! If you keep doing that while running one of you is going to fall─” another woman’s voice said. The girl with the ponytail glanced up at the other, her eyes were focused on her friend that she didn’t notice her foot missed a step. A short shriek was heard as she almost tripped down the stairs.

Taehyung’s first reaction was to catch the girl. With arms held out, he caught her before her face could make contact with the concrete. Mistake number one. He let out a small cough as her body slammed against his chest, knocking the wind out of him.

“Oh god, Jaehee! Are you alright!” The other feminine voice asked. Taehyung glanced down to check if the girl he caught was alright when he felt his breath hitch.

Fuck, he thinks as he stared down at her. She was really fucking pretty. Mistake number two.

“Uh,” the girl suddenly speaks, “Thanks for saving me, but you can let go now,” she said. Taehyung blinks, his mind currently in a blank daze.

“Huh?” was all he managed to say before he realized that his arms were wrapped around her waist. With a flushed face, he lets her go and took a step back, avoiding her gaze out of embarrassment.

“Jaehee, are you alright?” the same voice from before asked as two others appeared. Jungkook made his way over to Taehyung before his eyes were glued onto the other girl that appeared beside the other his friend saved.

“I’m fine Kanao, just a bit startled,” she said turning her attention to Taehyung. He nervously glanced back at her and felt his cheeks redden again, “Thanks again for saving my clumsy ass,” she said with a small laugh. He couldn’t help but flash her his boxy grin at her. Cute, he thinks as he hears her laugh. The girl blinks, wondering why that boxy grin seemed so familiar.

“I-it’s fine,” he stutters, “I’m glad I caught you,” he backtracks, realizing how that sounds and the shorter boy behind the girl narrows his eyes at him, not that Taehyung noticed since he was wallowing in his own embarrassment, “I-I mean I just glad you didn’t end up hurting yourself,” he says nervously. Behind him, Jungkook sighs with his face in his hands, cringing from Taehyung’s flustered state.

“Right,” the shorter male drawls out, raising a brow at him in his suspicion, his eyes scanned Taehyung for anything fishy. The other girl gave him a pointed look as she pulls him back missing the small pout on Jungkook’s face.

“Y-yeah,” Taehyung said, “U-uh my name is Taehyung by the way,” he says. Why did he felt the need to tell her his name, he doesn’t know himself as he continues. The girl’s brows furrowed together, eyes suddenly widening.

“Oh! Taehyung?” She asked. Hearing the sound of his name rolling off her tongue, made his heart suddenly jump. “As in Kim Taehyung?” 

“Huh?” He blinks, wondering how this pretty girl knew his name. “Y-yes...?” He says. Suddenly she smiles brightly, and god did he felt his knees go weak.

“Woah! Really! It’s me, Jaehee! You know Choi Jaehee!” She said. Taehyung took a moment to process her words. Choi Jaehee, the only Choi Jaehee he knew was the small girl next door with the toothy-gap smile that loved jelly beans─oh wait.

“Wait, Jaehee?” He blinks. Holy shit, he thinks as he racked his mind over how this pretty girl here was the same girl he knew as a child. Damn puberty hits hard, he would know. “H-hey, wow,” he breathes taking in her appearance again, Jungkook groans behind him, and Taehyung felt his face flush again, “Y-you look good, like wow, it’s been like what? Five years?”

“Yeah, and thanks,” Jaehee replied with a smile, “You look great too!” She added, “Are you still close with your grandma? I haven’t seen her in so long!”

“Yeah,” he smiles, remembering how when they were kids, they would head over to his grandmother’s for freshly picked strawberries they would pick out. The sudden wave of nostalgia washed over him as he started to remember other things they did as kids.

“You two know each other?” The short male asked, pulling Taehyung out of his own thoughts. Jaehee turned her attention to her friends, remembering what they were doing before they stumbled into Taehyung and Jungkook.

“Oh, right! Shin this is Taehyung, we were neighbors and friends when we were kids,” Shin stares at Taehyung, making him shift nervously under the short male’s gaze. Noticing his apprehension, the other girl elbowed Shin in the side before speaking up.

“Nice to mee you, my name is Kanao,” she said. Jungkook’s eyes lit up as the other girl spoke up, saying her name. 

“I’m Jungkook,” he said suddenly, his voice cracking slightly as he had a small blush on his cheeks. Taehyung gave the younger boy an odd look as he watched him moved from his spot and in front of Kanao to shake her hand.

“Nice to meet you Jungkook,” Kanao smiled and Taehyung swears he had never seen his friend blush so fast. He knew that Kook wasn’t the most socially adept person when it came to girls, but he had never seen the youngest so flustered before either, “Alright, I hate to cut this nice reunion, we do have somewhere to be,” she said.

“Oh right,” Jaehee said, “Thanks again for saving my ass, Taehyung! It was nice seeing you again!” Just as she was about to leave, he panicked suddenly as he blurted out the first thing on his mind.

“Can I have your number?”

“What?” Her eyes were wide as she turned to stare back at him. Shin pursed his lips together and narrows his eyes at Taehyung, beside him, Kanao could help but snicker.

“Uhh,” he flounders, trying to think of an excuse for his sudden actions as Jungkook was cringing from secondhand embarrassment next to him. “I mean, it’s been a while since we last spoke, so I thought we could talk, to you know, catch up over the years.” Smooth Taehyung, smooth.

“Okay, sure,” she agreed, not thinking much on it as she gave him her number, “Alright, I have to go now, places to be but text me whenever!” She said before leaving, her form disappearing as she headed down the stairs with Kanao dragging Shin by the arm.

“What kind of shoujo manga style cliche was that?” Jungkook asked, smacking Taehyung’s shoulder. The later winced as he rubbed his shoulder.

“What?” He asked, raising a brow at Jungkook who gave him a look as he brushed him off, “It’s nothing, we’re just friends from back then. It’s been five years and I wanted to catch up with her, where’s the harm in that?” He asked.

“Uh-huh, Taehyung we all know you’re a hopeless romantic with your secret self-insert fanfics with Jae,” Jungkook replied nonchalantly making Taehyung choke on the air suddenly, “You don’t ask a girl that looks like that for their number because you wanted to catch up even if you two were friends in the past.”

“I-I do not have self-insert fanfics!” He choked as his face turned red again, “And it’s true, Guk! I just wanted to keep in contact with her after all these years!”

“Hm, okay sure, lover boy,” Jungkook rolls his eyes as he started to make his way down the stairs with Taehyung following behind.

“Ugh, I’m serious!” Taehyung huffs, “Forget it, let’s just hurry to the convenience store and grab some snacks before Jimin and Namjoon-hyung arrive,” he sighs out.

“Oh speaking of the others, wait till I tell them about this!”

“Jeon Jeongguk, I swear to god if you tell them, you can say goodbye to your limited-edition anime figurines and your collection of Kana’s albums!”

“Taehyung, you heathen! You wouldn’t dare!”

“Try me, bitch!”

[niyes-lahiffe]

The Tunnel of Love

hey heyyy here’s my @mlsecretsanta gift for @marikittynoir!! so sorry it took so long but i rlly rlly hope u enjoy it :D hope u gave a fabulous new years <333

Ao3

"Dude, are you serious? You can't come?!"

Through his end of the phone, Adrien sighed. "You know how my father is, man."

"I hate how your dad is."

"That's a little rude."

"Well it's true!" Nino rubbed his eyes from underneath his glasses as he groaned. "And it's almost Christmas! Your old man seriously has no heart."

Adrien was silent for a long moment, and Nino figured he was looking out the giant window in his bedroom, as he always did whenever he didn't want to stay behind but had no choice. The DJ glanced at his girlfriend beside him, who gave him a worried look. "Look, dude, we'll be sure to get you awesome souvenirs and when we get back, we're throwing a wicked party at your place again, alright?"

Adrien suddenly laughed, a true, sincere laugh that was from the heart and one that made both Nino and Alya smile.

"You're the best, Nino."

Nino winked and did finger guns even though he knew Adrien couldn't see him. Alya laughed at his goofiness as he said, "Thanks, man, I try my best!"

"I'll see you guys when you get back, then?"

"For sure!" Nino ended the call before turning to his girlfriend, who sighed.

"Marinette's gonna be so disappointed..." she mumbled.

"But not surprised."

"We'll make it up to both of them, though!" Alya pumped her fists dramatically in the air and Nino suddenly busted out laughing before doing the pose along with her, exclaiming his own agreement.

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Adrien sighed deeply when his best friend hung up. Plagg suddenly zipped up to his face and said, "You know, Nino's right. Your dad needs to learn some things." The kwami held his tiny paw up and protested loudly when Adrien opened his mouth. "UHBUP! It's true and you know it! Aaaaand what's with that rebellious face you've got there?"

Adrien was suddenly smirking at his kwami, looking determined. "You know, Adrien may not be able to go on this field trip to the amusement park, but I think I know someone who can go."

"Ooooo, I like where this is going!" Plagg twirled around his owner a few times and waited for the magic words.

"Plagg, claws out!"

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The bus finally parked and Kim nearly broke the door open to get out. The rest of the class, save for Max who quickly ran after him, couldn't help but laugh at how quickly he dashed off once the door was actually open. Ms. Bustier didn't even have time to scold him.

"Come on, what are we waiting for?" Alya grabbed the hands of her best friend and boyfriend respectively as she dragged them both out of the bus.

Just as they both had suspected, Marinette was disappointed (as well as irritated) yet not shocked to hear the news about Adrien. She and Nino were able to talk a moment about how terrible his father was before getting interrupted by their teacher about an announcement for the field trip.

Despite them missing a peer of their group, the classmates were still able to have fun with the many attractions. Juleka was able to win Rose an adorable giant teddy bear, Alix got the best score in nearly every mini game, Max's screams could be heard throughout basically the entire park, and Kim was nearly thrown out for breaking the rules for nearly every game.

After a good chunk of the day had passed, Nino poked Alya in the side and pointed towards a nearby attraction. "Ooooh, the tunnel of loveeee.." He wiggled his eyebrows at his girlfriend and she snorted at him as she pulled his face away from her.

"Okay, you dork, fine." She glanced at Marinette, who's eyes had widened as she looked at the couple before her. Alya frowned.

"You can join us if you want, Marinette!" Alya nearly jabbed Nino in the side for saying that. As much as she loved having Marinette with them, she knew how horribly awkward that would be for all of them.

"Oh no, no, I don't want to be a bother to you guys!" Marinette replied, raising her arms and shaking them along with her head. "You go ahead, I'll find something else to do while you guys do that."

"You sure?" Alya shot her boyfriend as discreet of a death glare as she could. He didn't notice.

"Positive. Now GO!" Marinette suddenly shoved them both in the direction of the popular attraction, secretly delighted in the way their faces flushed.

She smiled and waved at them as they walked away and once they were out of sight, her smile slowly fell. The designer found a bench to sit on and she sighed.

"What's with the big sigh?"

Marinette recognized that cheeky voice. She turned around and was face-to-face with none other than Chat Noir, who was perched on the fountain behind her. He leaped off and landed in front of her, obviously in a way that he was trying to impress her (to which she inwardly rolled her eyes about). "You're supposed to be having fun! You're at an amusement park."

Marinette laughed softly and shook her head. "It's just..I guess I'd like to have a partner with some of the attractions. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE Alya and Nino! It's just...it can be awkward being the third wheel sometimes.."

Chat laughed at her. "Oh, that's completely understandable, don't worry." He tapped his chin in thought for a moment as he gazed at her.

Puzzled and slightly awkward, she looked around before facing him again. "What?"

"Tell you what!" Chat placed a clawed hand on her shoulder. "I'll be your partner for the day if you'd like!"

Marinette felt her entire face turn red as she gawked at him. "WHAT?!"

He reeled back as he put his hands in the air defensively, shouting, "I'M SORRY, YOU DON'T HAVE TO IF YOU DON'T WANT TO-"

Marinette doubled over and laughed at him, much to his confusion. "NO, Chat, it's okay!" She giggled for a moment as she tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Very well. I accept your offer."

His beautiful green eyes blinked at her. "Really?"

"Yeah, really."

"Sweet!" Chat, though cautious about her personal space, carefully slid an arm around her shoulders. He relaxed when she didn't protest. "Guess we gotta fully enjoy the park together now!"

"Yeah," she agreed, snickering again.

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"You know, Nino, you're already dorky as heck, but this is probably the cheesiest thing we have ever done together."

"And you're gonna love it," Nino replied as he buckled himself into his seat.

Alya adoringly rolled her eyes as the cart began it's leisurely drive into the dark tunnel and she could practically feel the giddiness emitting from her boyfriend.

"What if I refuse to kiss you?" she teased, casually slipping out of his arm that had wrapped around her shoulders.

She could tell he was wearing a mock pout even with the great darkness that engulfed them. "I think that'll be as much of a disappointment to you as it will me, babe."

The blogger wasn't able to make the cheeky response that she wanted to, because the moment she wanted to open her mouth, Nino had already grabbed her chin and pressed her lips against hers.

That being said, Alya absolutely loved kissing her boyfriend.

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Oh, how Marinette wished she was recording at the moment. The moment Alya and Nino left the famed tunnel of love, they stopped in their tracks. Now, Alya's jaw was nearly to the floor and Marinette had never seen Nino's eyes so wide.

"Girl," her best friend said. "You got. CHAT NOIR. To be your partner for the day."

Marinette and Chat looked at each other before in unison replying, "Yup!"

Now it was Alya and Nino's turns to look at each other, but after a moment of staring in pure shock, they both beamed.

"Dude. That's wicked."

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As the sky began to turn wondrous shades of dark blue and pink, Marinette turned to Chat Noir before she followed her classmates onto the bus.

The day truly had been fabulous with him, which was definitely not something she was expecting. Of course she loved Chat Noir, but being with him in a situation that wasn't for business made her realize how fun he could really be.

And, of course, they had gone on the tunnel of love because they didn't want to be the oddballs out. Chat had no idea if Marinette was comfortable with anything, so he had put his arms around her and didn't attempt to take it any further than that.

Marinette thought the gesture was so sweet that she couldn't help but give him a quick kiss.

"You getting on the bus or not, 'Nette?" Chat's comment snapped her out of her thoughts.

She shook her head to snap out of her thoughts. "Oh! Yes." She giggled a second before grabbing Chat's hands. "Thanks so much for everything today, Chat. You really helped me feel better."

Chat scratched the back of his head and laughed as Marinette chuckled at his red face. "Well, of course! Really, I'm glad I could make it better for you."

Marinette stole a quick kiss from him before saying goodbye, and she had to stop herself from laughing at how he was still frozen in place even as she got on the bus.

She ignored her best friend's outrageous yelling about the kiss as she sat at the window and began to wave at Paris' superhero. He snapped out of his shock and happily waved back, a soft smile on his face.

So, Marinette realized, she may not ever see Chat the same again after that day. And, surprisingly, she was okay with it.

[chrisbangs]

so i guess i could type like a practical person for once……. maybe………. but i probably won’t so i apologize ahead of time……… anyway, so i hit? 1k…..? after remaking only 3 months ago... to me that’s pretty crazy because as a lot of my older mutuals will know, i remake like every 0.38 seconds because i’m annoying like that… to the people who’ve been here since forever (you know who you are) it means a lot that you’ve stuck with me through blog type changes (there’s like 1 or 2 of you who’ve just been around since The Beginning and wowza thank you for dealing with me like that ifnawoeiawoef)!!! and to the people who i’ve only recently become mutuals with i apologize cause at any second i will probably be like hee honk time to remake. to all of you, mutuals and followers, thank you for dealing with my stupid lame text posts about chan or my crazy ‘content creators deserve better’ campaigns!! thank you for interacting with me through dms, asks, even just liking my posts and being kind to me when i’m down- i really appreciate that. i’ve been using tumblr for a very, very long time, and tbh, i feel like its not until recently that i’ve found a group of people that i feel very comfortable and happy around. you guys are all so talented and funny and warm and friendly, and i’m so thankful for you guys in my life! thank you so much for allowing me to be a part of your dash !!! i’m really grateful if you’ve ever enjoyed my content (gifs, gfx, etc.) and i hope i can continue to make your dashes and hearts bright whether it be through content or my stupid dumb (i hope funny) tags! i love you all!

(( if theres a 🖤 next to your name!! i’ve left a little message for you under the cut ;; v ;; !!! i hope you know how much i love and appreciate all of you! (i really didn’t proof read these so like… u know… just…….. i apologize foawinefoiwna) ))

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@00hj​: hello karen! wow :( it feels like forever since we’ve been mutual… like i really cannot believe it’s been??? 7/8 months since we first became friends? like it doesn’t even feel that long. i know time flies and we’re at that point in our lives where every day just flashes by but :( even in those moments that do pass by, you’re always there making me smile. through your killer content or your funny jokes or those convos where we’re both just yelling abt how much we HATE group projects… its all fun :( you always make me smile and make me want to work harder. when i see how hard you work??? it just makes me want to work /that/ much harder. from your gfx to your gifs!! you are a pillar in this community and i am so honoured to be pals with u man faionwefoaie !!! to top that off, i feel like i can always ask you anything- any dumb questions i have abt making things, anything that’s just kinda eating at me, i feel like i can talk to you about it. you’re such a comfy place !! a comfy warm person !! and i love you dearly! i hope you get to kick back with jisung and hyunjin and enjoy a slice of pie!!

@angelhyunjin​: hello angi! my darling you work so so so hard! your art is always stellar and always wowing! i know sometimes you worry about posting, but please remember to put your health first;; its hard to think about yourself sometimes, i know, but remind yourself that !! to make smth nice, you need to be well first!!! anyway;; your art never fails to make me smile. like your style is sososo distinct and memorable?? and also?? you’re an amazing dancer!!! your covers are always so lovely and you do such a great job :( i can tell how passionate you are about things through both your art and your dance! thank you for always working hard and being kind to everyone around you! i love you dearly angel! hyunjin is sending his love!

@binsungz​: yooooo whaTS UP HOMIE FIAWNOFANWFO HELLO BABY!! MY WHORE PARTNER!!!!!!!! MY GIRL!!!!!!!!! literally what do i even say here that i haven’t already said to you??? you’re one of my closest friends online and you ALWAYS make me laugh. from talking abt nsfw things to cute things to minecraft and gaming!!! you always always get me !!! you just have a knack for understanding me?? and that’s just :( so appreciated!!!! you !!! are !!! amazing dude!!! ur gifs are always so clean; you’re one of the reasons i started working harder to make my gifs better bc you inspired me !! you’re always so kind and warm and loving ; and i can always talk with you abt sucking dicks or eating pussy like IT REALLY DO BE LIKE THAT !!!!!!!!! i was going through my old blog and i found those videos you did where you looked through my blog and when i heard your voice again and you being like ‘omg ur so funny’ i was ready to scream cause it was still so fuiowenaowieaoe fricking cute :(((( dude I LOVE YOU!!!! like you really are one of the kindest people in the world and i can’t stop !! saying !! how thankful!!! i am for you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love you so much britt !! thank you for always dealing with me and being kind to me and just fjaoweifnaow you’re really the best :((( jisung and [redacted] love u but not as much as me ok foaiwneoaiwnfia ……..

@cosmicskz​: hello gumdrop!!! my love!!! thank you so much for always hyping – not just me- but everyone up!! you are sososo kind and so so so SO warm and cute and oawifenawo precious!!! please remember to take care of your health and of yourself too!! loving everyone around u is important but also take care of yourself TT TT !!! your content is also always so cute and thoughtful and you put 110% into everything you do ????? like !!!!!!!!  ma’am????? so talented and pure ;; ___ ;; like i don’t know how you do it but you do !!! also thank you for ALWAYS offering to look @ my work and give me advice etc etc!! i am so appreciative of it ;; also – i know i don’t always reply that often but !!!!!!!!!!!! i love you and i’m thankful that you’re so patient with me when it comes to dms fjaowiefnawoiefn TT TT you’re ! so ! lovely and sweet and i hope you know !! i’m here for you whenever you need !!! skz and i lovelovelove you!

@f1owerlix​: vale……….. vale………………. VALE……………………………. HELLO…………………. ??? i ??? can’t even find the words to tell you what you mean to me. i’d write a poem but its just gonna end up being long and i’d never be able to finish it bc i’d go back and keep adding bits and lines abt how you’re like the NICEST person in humanities history and that you’re just an all-around talented and wonderful person….. like….. are u KIDDING ME!!!!!!!!!!!! she did that (that = being the kindest person EVER) you’re always using The Most amount of nicknames possible;; and it makes my heart so so so soft. not only that, but you’re also such a kind, genuine, warm person. i don’t know anyone who is as kind, and humble, and talented, and warm like you. i literally could list a billion wonderful things about you because you’re that frucaowienoawikingiawgo amazing…. dude like seriously…. we out here STANNING miss vale….. i was going through my blog a while ago and i saw this tag that was like ‘i got my vale fansite set up and we’re going to start making slogans and planning birthday events’ like past li had it right. you’re so kind and funny and warm and i always feel safe and comfy talking to you. i really appreciate the feedback you give me- because its always so thought out and GENUINE. like… you do this for EVERYONE… all the tags i read from you are so KIND and you always make ccs feel like they’re doing the best job ever…. like you really……. you really are an angel on this ea.rth…. huh….. also…? changbin is dropping by with flowers for you!!!!

@jedixuxi​: hello angel;; i hope you’re doing well!!! thank you for dealing with my blog change and staying mutuals with me regardless of content differing! thank you for always being kind and being patient with me- i know i don’t reply a lot but ;; you are a really good friend to me and i am so so so thankful;; you’re so sweet and warm and such a talented artist;; like everything you draw im always like fjawifeawoej :0000 !!!!! you really have so much love and warmth inside of you and !!! that’s why ur so tall ma’am.. foawiefnoaweifno :’( aaaa thank you so much beth for always being so warm to others; your brightness is like the sun on my dash and in my dms and you always make me smile or laugh its just ;; aofwienaiwneoi I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!! and xuxi is also mailing his entire heart your way ok !!!

@jinlix​: hello madam ! hello to my lov e !!! my sweet lil gum drop !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hello KELLY!!!!!!!!!!!! oh my gosh hi bb :( thank you for everything you do; firstly, your gfx?? so incredible ok?? like i know your style immediately when i see it yet you always manage to surprise me?? like your work is so fucking GOOD. how does she do it :// like us plebeians will never kno and that’s how it fuckin be ig afoiwneoaiwnfeoawi ….. omg…. ok…. and like secondly??? youre always so humble and kind to other ppl??? like your tags on anyones work is always so so so so kind TT TT you always say the nicest things- and i still remember the tags you left on one of my very first skz gfxs … like you really made my heart flutter like that huh….. hm…. guess you’re an angel or smth like… that…. gmgamoweigna TT __ TT Kelly seriously you’re such a sweet heart? you love with all your heart and its so warm and soft and whenever you talk abt hyunjin im like jfjfaiweIFAIWo …. my heart !!!!!!!!!!! like he would totally be floored by your love bc of how soft u fuckin are oh ymgmymmym go d !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! anyway :( i love u so much and hope you’re well angel!! hyunjin is sending all his love your way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@jisquish​: ok here we go … ma’am… MA’AM… how do i even EXPLAIN the love i feel for u.. oh my gosh.. miss india.. you really exist like that.. like we STAN a whole ass legend huh… not only are you funny and smart and talented and kind and amazing?? you’re also just like.. the coolest bestest person in the world? like i still find it hard to believe you were one of my anons bc like… u just.. u r too … ://// cool… like i’m really just sitting here like… an idiot… from day 1 you’ve always been so fucking kind to me !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you have just :( been so sweet and kind and just an all-around angel- and even if we only talk every now and then, i always feel so warm and happy whenever we do!! u know those ppl u don’t have to talk to 24/7 to know that there’s still a warm friendly hug waiting for you??? :(( yea you’re one of those people. you always always ALWAYS make me laugh like hfawoifenoawie :( hello how do u do this?? yet you also are so grounded and warm and understanding and like.. i can’t believe you’re also one of the most talented humans ever;; whenever i see your covers, i’m always like !!! wowowowo !!! you inspire me to work harder with my music and writing ;; you are such an angel :-( and i am so thankful for you! so so so so thankful!!! jeongin and changbin and jisung are sending all their love !!! and so am i bb !!!

@johfam​: if anyone deserves a thank you- it is you. miss nita… jejejsigaweg i feel like i’m gonna cry typing this so here we go…. you’ve been friends with me for more than a year now i believe :( i think we’ve actually hit our year since we became friends which is so wild to me?? you’ve been with me through SO MANY THINGS… like you’ve been my soundboard for so many things in my life.. i can’t believe we started talking bc a spider landed on your hand… and u stabbed ur own hand with a pencil.. like ig we have to thank that spider….. ghanwegoiawen….. you’ve really stuck with me through blog changes and through me being angry abt things and you’ve allowed me to be angry- which i appreciate so much.. you know me so well :// like… idk how you do it but you always make me feel safe and warm and like i can say anything to you and you’ll hear me out?? like oaiwnefaiwenof :( you just !! you’ve supported me so much through so many bad days and i can’t thank you enough. you are made of sunshine and stardust and your heart is literally the softest and warmest. thank you !!! for !!! always enjoying frogs with me and sending me cute frog things.. like.. :( it makes me SO happy that we can enjoy those lil squishy fuckers together.. also thank u for being my source of johnny content jfjawfieawio i’ve literally unfollowed every other nct blog and you’re one of the only ones left bc i still love johnny so much and seeing him on my dash- esp with your tags- makes me so so so happy;; thank you for everything you’ve done for me and !!! and for all the love you’ve given me :( and just for being there for me through some of the toughest places in my life;; i really love and appreciate you!!!!!!!!! johnny is sending his love and some kisses through the mail :’(

@kim-seungmins​: hfhawefaniow…………… hello dumm..y… :( u r the loml.. you’ve been there for me through so much shit in the short amt of the time we’ve been friends.. u were also one of my first friends in this fandom- and i’m so thankful you were bc we got really close during these last few months and it makes me so happy. you’re so funny and you always make me laugh!!! you give me so much confidence and happiness and you make me feel so warm and happy ;; !!!!!! you are a fajfowienawei whole ass angel who is always working hard both to make good content and in school. :( i’m so proud of you for all that you do dude like wowowwowo :( look @ you go ????? you’re also one of the funniest pals i have like u literally make me bust a LUNG laughing … like whenever i get any of my biases together in one screen i now literally think, without even pause, “abia voice: crumbs” likej faweiojaowefoi you’re such an icon!!!!!!!!! also?? like … you’ve just been s o kind to me and helped me with things that i’ve not talked to others with bc you never make me feel like i’ll be judged… like.. you’re so fucking understanding and warm and kind and considerate with how you reply; you always care and you’re just… :( u r angel or smth like that… i know i tease you and that’s kinda how i show my love but for real dude………………. i love u so much.. like if i could give you the whole world i really fucking would.. :( because you deserve nothing less!! thank u for always providing that good good seungmin content ;; seungmin and minho and woojin all told me to tell you that they love you!!!

@kimwuujin​: hello sugar drop!! thank you for being so kind and warm and always just !!! being so sweet :( you always tag me in funny/cute content and it’s always appreciated !!! i feel like i can always be dumb and say stupid soft things abt chan with you bc you’ll understand how i feel :((( you’re so sweet and i’m so glad we started talking more !! you’re not only like faoiwenfaowi incredibly cute and sweet but you’re also so so so so funny !!! :( like you make me laugh and aofwinewaoinoi i really appreciate that!! you’re also so grounded and understanding and !! you always know what to say and i’m really appreciative of the fact that you phrase things so well and eloquently- when will my dumbass ever- anyway fhawjeofaowein i love you with all my heart and hope you’re !! doing well sweetpea !!! chan and are yeeting every ounce of love we have for you to you!!!!!!!!!!!

@kqngyounghyun​: hello my love :( i can’t even remember the first time we talked bc it feels like its been so so so long; and through all of this time you’ve been one of my close friends who’s stuck around with me through so much. you’re always there, and always kind, and just always warm and friendly and a safe place to go. i love that we can bitch abt things with each other but also oiawenfowaie be super soft… but then also talk abt super nsfw things jfawieaoeif aofiwneoai you’ve always been so so kind to me and i really do appreciate it. thank you for sticking with me through all my blog changes and for always supporting me and my dumbassery;; i really hope you know how much i appreciate you and how much i love you! you’re such a hardworking person- like whenever you tell me abt the effort you’re putting in at school its just oifnawiefnaoi wowowow!!! you’re so amazing :(( !!!!! also, you were there for me during one of the Hardest Points In My Life- like a time when i really thought i was going to ofaiwneoiawen lose my mind bc of how much i was struggling……. but you seriously helped me get through that part of my life and i can never fully explain to you how thankful i am. but i love you so much and i’m so thankful. younghyun and i both love you to the ends of the earth ;; __ ;; !!!

@noairmv​: hello ! ! ! miss ai!! the loml!!! angel!! bb gumdrop!! jacob’s baby!!! all names we can use to refer to you!!! :( hello baby!! thankyou! for everything! for all you do! for all you are! you are always honest with me, always genuine, always kind and understanding. you do more than i could ever fucking ask for. i’ve told this to you before but, i think you’re the one person i can go to- without fail- for like.. real life advice… like things that i feel like i cannot ask anyone else, i can ask you. i remember when i was struggling financially i immediately went to you first to talk things through. you give me a lot of clarity and you help me understand my own thoughts and talking to you always puts things into perspective for me. you’re also always there to rant abt nsfw things with which is foaiwnefoaiwn so fun afnowienfao afjfaowefiao but also i get to be super soft with you which is also really :~( the best oof……… i love u so much…….. like, thank you for always looking @ my gfxs, and for always being supportive and understanding and giving me genuine advice. i love listening to you talk abt Jacob (and being rawed by others who are not … Jacob………… ahem………) aofiwnefoaiwno thank you for always being patient with me and for being so kind (and for always faowineoawi saying yes when i propOSE FAOIWNOAIWF ;;) you’re an angel (hee honk) from above and i will always be thankful for you in my life angel bean :( thank you so much for everything ai, i love you SO fucking much… jacob also loves u – he told me to tell u that !!!

@prodskz​: hello my love! ! ! ! i think i told you this once but!! my favourite kinds of relationships are those ones that have a good roast/love ratio!!! and i deeply feel that ours is that kinda relationship!!! no matter how many times we destroy each other aoiwnafienaiowe we’re always like ‘uwu anyway u r my baby’ 2 seconds later and foawinefoiane i love that!!! i love that you will send me 20 messages in a day and i’ll be like yoiNk i forgot but also let me reply to everything at once !! i love that you send me SO many skz memes throughout the day- they make me laugh so hard;; and also you always send me The Best Chan Pics so thank you for that fiawfenfoawienoiwe TT TT you’ve been so kind to me and so so so supportive of all my work ;; whether my gifs or my gfx or just my stupid posts- you are so supportive neha i :( i don’t even deserve the amt of love you give me but fjawoefawoe i ACCEPT ALL OF IT !!!!!!!!!! i’m such a dummy but please know that i love you WITH ALL MY FUCKIN HEART BABY!!!! you are so precious and talented and kind and funny and you are amazing !! like i mean it :( do not !! forget for a second how wonderful you are baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hyunjin would like to also remind you that he loves you to the moon and back (but i love u more ok)

@sk-z​: hi sweet pea !!! :’) i know we only started talking very recently but i already feel so close to you! i just wanted to say thank you for being there for me that night aofinweoianfew and thank you for always being a voice of reason; you’re so understanding and warm and !!! i really am floored but how kind you are!! i know i always say sorry and that’s ifonaweifnaio really just how i am but !! you really make me comfy and it feels easy to just say anything around you and not feel stressed out or judged?? like even things that i blame myself for, you help me see reason and feel better and i just :( i can’t thank you enough for that;; you’re so bright and warm and i really hope we get to continue talking for a long time angel!! i love you!!!

@skzd​: hi haleigh !! i know we haven’t talked in a while but you’re still one of my fav content creators!! even from back when i was an nctzen and we interacted there, to now over on these blogs!!! you’ve stayed such a constant in my life :( and you’ve honestly been nothing but supportive of me :( you’re always so kind whenever we do talk and you’re still one of the funniest people i know;; your tags will never fail to make me laugh;; i really appreciate your presence on my dash and i really want you to know all your content is so beautiful and appreciated;; :( you’re so talented my dude and i love you long time;; i really hope you’re doing well and taking care bc i do love you from the bottom of my heart angel!!! hyunjin is sending his love (and so am i !)

@theminho​: min my little gumdrop!! my sweet sugar bean!! my lil soft angel!!!!!!! hi angel!! :( darn i think you’re one of the ppl i’ve been following longest and oof… OOF.. like :( !! i’m so glad we started talking!! you always make me smile! you are so warm and thoughtful with your words. i’m not sure i know anyone who is as eloquent or as understanding as you. you just.. you really phrase things well. whenever we talk i !! i feel so grounded and like i know oafiwenoaw what you’re saying!! and you’re always so sweet and funny and expressive with what you say :( dude you’re just amazing ok!! and your gifs are always so so so beautiful like… omg…. WOW…. an angel huh TT TT ;; whenever i see your gifs or your tags i’m always so soft!! i’m so proud of you for working hard at school, and though i miss you!! i hope you’re spending your time resting when you get a chance and that school isn’t kicking your butt too much my love!!! i am so proud of you TT TT and i’m sending all my ‘fightings!!!’ and strength your way angel bean!!!! minho is also sending his love and energy!!!

@uayv​: hi darling!!! miss joyce! miss gfx queen! oh my goodness;; first of all- thank you for the BOMB ass content dude… your gfx… wowowowwo..w… secondly, thank you for sticking with me through a drastic blog change;; faoiwenfoaw i’m so glad that we’re still pals bc you’re one of those people that makes me laugh so hard from just your tags alone- and in dms i usually can’t stop smiling/laughing;; aoiwenfoiawenwa !!!!!! listen to me !!!!! the first time i found your blog was bc u rb’d one of my gfxs and left some of the nicest tags ever and i saw you had ‘gfx’ tagged in your bio so when i scrolled through your gfx and i was eMBARRASSED BC LIKE………… DUDE HOLY SHIT THIS PERSON HAD SOME OF THE BEST WORK I’D E V E R SEEN. i still think you are one of the MOST TALENTED GFX MAKERS EVER. you have so much of my respect and love and i wish i could aowiefnoawiefn give you … the whole world dude… awenfiawfeowia TT TT you are so kind to me whenever i ask for a second opinion on my gfx and you’re always so warm and funny- and your love for bread is so good- like i’m telling you whenever i see bread posts that aren’t from you i IMMEDIATELY either tag you or send them to you fawienoawien ;; you’re such a warm positive influence on my dash and in my life and i really love you from the bottom of my heart. i’m so thankful we’re pals bc you are a true angel and a true pal and just !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAA I LOVE U SO MUCH JOYCE OIANWFOIAWN TT TT (doyoung loves you loads too okay; he is sending big fat kisses ur way!)

@ultscb​: hi taryn!!! miss gif queen;; faoiwenfaown holy moly; you are such a talented person- but not only are you amazing at giffing ?? you’re also just ??? an amazing warm funny kind beautiful person??? like afnoiwnefowaienof hello?? you’re somehow always making me smile; whenever we talk or through your tags?? you’re just !! so !! lovely and fantastic and i!!!! really do love you!!! you’ve been so kind and warm to me and made me smile so much even if we don’t talk that often;; you always give me such kind feedback when you look at my work and it really foanwifeanwoe blows my ego into another dimension fanoweinaowienfao i love you so much angel!!! i hope you know that you’re an amazing and talented and funny and wonderful person! changbin is sending kisses !! (and so am i!!)

@wayvgf​: hi mara baby!!!!! :0 you are such a bright personality, whenever you’re excited ofiawneofai you’ll make like fawoniewi a bunch of posts back to back with 0 context and idk why that makes me laugh and feel so warm and happy- but the thought that someone who is so warm and bright exists really makes me so happy!!! you are literally the funniest and cutest person i’ve ever !! met !! you are so kind and warm and funny and idk man :(( you’ve just been very kind to me and listened to me rant abt some very dumb stuff faoiwnefoaiwne TT TT thank you for always dealing with that side of me, and for being so kind to me;; i know i always say this but : your nose is… really… afwioenaofiawoifwa the pinnacle of noses ok. u r s o cute :( and whenever i’m like “I LOVE MARA DOT ORG” i mean it !!! i love you SO much!!!!!!!!!!! you are such a fantastic, funny, hard working person and i love you SO much bb !!!!! hyunjin also loves u but :/  i love u mos t.

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easily | kim woojin

genre: convenient store clerk!woojin x fem!reader | fluffy ; light angst ; woojin loves kids a lot summary: when the owner of the convenient store below your apartment loves your little sister as much as you do, you realize falling for him was just too easy. wc: 6.1k a/n: a re-write of this short fic from a couple of months ago. i really wanted to expand on the theme of woojin and kids! ; ~ ;

By the time you were fifteen, you were blessed to skip your adolescent years and jump right into adulthood. You got to skip past the awkward teenage phase, miss out on all the parties, and throw away the whole dating concept all together because really, who has the time when you’re a fifteen year-old adult taking care of you baby sister? So while all the cool kids were out drinking cheap beer they bought off of some college bum, or making out in the back seat of their cars, you were stuck changing diapers and trying to keep your home together in hopes that one day, your life would turn for the better.

But things never worked out the way you wanted them to. Of course they didn’t, right? Why would they? Why in the world did you think that by the time college came around, your parents would have, too? You shouldn’t have expected much from them in the first place.

Your parents brought you into this world and raised you in this broken home. They say stuff like this really builds up character, you know? A real backbone, was what the pathetically sympathetic school counselors nicknamed it. And sure, you turned out just fine - other than being sensitive to loud voices, absolutely no interest in having kids of your own, and having zero faith in your family and the concept of it, you thought your present-self ended up just fine!

But every night when you held your baby sister in your arms so she could sleep, you thought about how you couldn’t have her grow up in such a broken place like this.

You refused to have her end up like you.

So at eighteen, right out of high school, you got a full time job. From there, you grew a credit score, got great benefits at the place you were at, were able to put down your baby sis as a dependent, and got a used car. Then, at twenty-two, you saved up enough to move out to a small place far away from your parents and took your not-so baby sister along with you, where her school lined up with your work hours perfectly.

You remember the day you moved in - the happiest day of your life.

“Wow! We’re going to live here!?”

Sunny pointed eagerly to the convenient store that sat quietly below your apartment. She was old enough to know that’s not where you two would actually be staying, but convenient stores were her favorite place on Earth because of the wide variety of snacks she got to choose from. It’s like Christmas, as she’d describe it.

“No, goofball,” you teased while taking a box out of your car. “We live upstairs.”

“But we can still go to the store, right?”

“Tell you what - after we unload the car, we can pick out a well-deserved snack.”

“Yay!”

“If you help me carry the small boxes, we’ll get done quicker.”

Within a short amount of time, thanks to Sunny’s sudden burst of energy, the car was unloaded at a quicker time than you expected, which meant more time spent at the store putting back 90% of the snacks she would pile up in her arms.

“Don’t run down the stairs so quickly!” you scolded while chasing Sunny into the store.

A satisfying ding notified the store that you entered. You mindlessly greeted back the clerk who had acknowledged your entrance, too busy trying to chase down a little girl who probably had six chocolate bars in her hand right now.

“I want this one, and this one, and this one, and -”

“Whoa there!” You trapped the little munchkin in your arms so you could easily pluck out five out of the six chocolate bars she pulled. “Only one.”

“But I want more than one ~!”

“It’s one or nothing. Your choice.”

Pouty and grumpy, little Sunshine followed you to the register. She was giving you the silent treatment, which always happened whenever you didn’t give her what she wanted, and sometimes you thought to yourself that maybe you babied her too much, but then you remembered she was only eight. You were probably way worse at her age.

“Hello. Did you find everything ok?”

For the first time, you got a good look at the clerk. He was young - couldn’t have been much older or younger than you - with handsome features and a kind smile. Sunny seemed to notice he was handsome, too, though she expressed it more explicitly than you did. Her eyes were wide as she shyly hid behind you.

“U-Uh, yes! We did. Just this, please.”

“Is this for you or for her?” the boy teased.

“It’s for her, but I’ll sneak in a piece or two for me when she’s not looking. But sh, don’t tell her.”

“My lips are sealed.”

“Hey, I heard that!” she whined. “All of it is mine!”

“Oh, yeah? Well in that case, do you wanna know something?” The clerk leaned down and urged your sister to come closer. Eagerly, she leaned in. “This is the best chocolate in the world. It’s my absolute favorite. Protect it well, and don’t let big sis steal any, ok? Eat all of it for me.”

“Ok!”

“Oh poop, now you have this nice man helping you protect your chocolate? I guess I won’t have any tonight,” you sighed. “Sorry, how much is it?”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.”

“What? No, that’s not fair. How much is it?”

“I mean it. I saw you both carrying boxes earlier. I figured you could use a pick me up.”

“That’s so nice of you, thank you so much. Sunny, what do you say?”

“Thank you, Mr. Store Man!”

“You’re very welcome,” he grinned warmly. Your sister became shy again and went back to her hiding spot while clinging onto your legs. “So did you move in upstairs?”

“We did. We got lucky and signed the lease this morning, right?” you asked, trying to nudge Sunny forward, but she didn’t budge.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, neighbor.”

“You live upstairs, too? No way, what a coincidence! How convenient for you to live above where you work, huh?”

“Since my parents own the property, I figured this would be the easiest for me to get out of the house and pay rent."

“Oh, so you’re their handsome and charming son,” you teased. “They told me I should report all my problems and pay my rent through you.”

“Ah, that’s me...”

When the boy became shy and looked away, this moment reminded you of the short story-like scenarios that only happened in the movies. You know, the one where the girl walks in just for a quick snack, gets caught up in conversation with the cute clerk, and then leaves, only to never come back. Just something in passing. It was kind of like that, only except happening in passing, you lived next door to him instead.

“I guess we’ll see each other quite often. I’m sorry, I never got your name...?”

“My name is Woojin.”

“I’m _____, and this is...?” you urged your sister to come forward and when she wouldn’t, you gave her a hard pinch on her arm. “Be nice and introduce yourself, please.”

“M-My name is Sunny.”

“You and your sister have very pretty names, Sunny,” Woojin grinned cutely.

You knew he only included your name to be polite, but somehow you were still affected, with cheeks flushing an embarrassingly dark rose.

“Thank you again for the chocolate. We’ll pay you back next time, we promise. Ready to go back, Sun?” Your little sister nodded silently. “What do you say to our new friend?”

“Goodnight, Mr. Woojin!”

“Goodnight ~” he sang in return. He quickly returned his gaze back to you, but you were too busy looking at your little sister crushing over him to notice.

“Have a good night,” you said, leading your sister out of the store and back up the stairs. Woojin watched you the whole time, awestruck and unaware of how obvious he was at staring. He simply couldn’t help himself.

“Why were you so shy tonight!?” you teased Sunny right after exiting the store. “Do you like Mr. Woojin?”

“No!”

“Do you think he’s cute ~?”

“N-No!”

“Do you think he’s handsome ~?”

“Big sis!!” she whined.

“Ok ok, I’ll stop! I won’t tell Mr. Woojin you have a crush on him!”

“I don’t have a crush on him!”

“Whatever you say ~”

That was the first day you met Woojin and from then on, your encounters went about in the same fashion with the exception of seeing him in the morning when he left his place to open up the store. Apparently, your schedules matched up perfectly - when it was time for you to go take Sunny to school and go to work, Woojin was half asleep and crawling down the stairs to the store. You’d miss him on weekends, though, when both you and Sunny took advantage of some extra sleep.

During the first few months of living there, you’d see Woojin only once a day for the five working weekdays. Usually, when you and Sunny came home, you were so tired from the day that you never thought twice about walking into the store to say hi to the cute clerk. But on one special Friday, when you got paid early and Sunny got a gold star on her spelling test, you decided to treat her to some chocolate.

“No running!” you scolded while entering the store.

“Miss _____ and Miss Sunny, what a pleasant surprise,” Woojin smiled brightly from behind the counter. “Getting your chocolate fix tonight?”

“You are correct, but also Sunny did excellent on her spelling test today, right?”

“I got a gold star!” she beamed, carrying both of your chocolate bars in her tiny hands.

“Is that so!?”

You often wondered if Woojin had a younger sibling. He was always so good to Sunny and the other kids that came into the store and it was rare to see people your age genuinely enjoy kids. It takes a special type of patience to deal with them. As if you already weren’t attractive to him, this was definitely a plus.

“Yeah, a gold star sticker! So I said she could have a whole chocolate bar to herself.”

“What’s the other one for?”

“You know, the smirk on your face is telling me you already know it’s mine.”

“I’m not implying anything! It could have been for your boyfriend, or something.”

“You’re hilarious,” you scoffed.

“She doesn’t have a boyfriend,” Sunny blurted out. “You can be her boyfriend if you want -”

“HAHA, ok! Time to let Mr. Woojin work now!” you interrupted loudly while smothering Sunny. You can’t count on both of your hands how many times she’s tried to hook you up with the cute waiter, the cute med student, and now the newly-added cute convenient store clerk with her adorably innocent charms. You put $5 on the counter and led Sunny out of the store before a curious Woojin could ask anymore questions.

Do you think three months of living upstairs meant it was too late to cancel the lease?

“Goodnight, you two,” he waved.

He couldn’t stop grinning for the rest of his shift.

The great thing about having your landlord as your neighbor was that he was available whenever you needed him, just as his parents had promised. On an unfortunate Saturday morning, when Sunny was feeling sick and had the chills, you dryer had stopped working. Sunny slept best when her blankets were fresh out of the dryer and after the second dry cycle when her favorite blanket still wasn’t warm enough, you took immediate action. The last thing you wanted to do was to walk next door and bother your landlord on his day off wearing nothing but some pajama bottoms and an over sized t-shirt with cats on it, but if embarrassing yourself in front of Woojin meant Sunny would feel better, then so be it.

Needless to say, Woojin was very surprised to see you at his door without Sunny and wearing your extremely cute pajamas at this ungodly hour. Only in his dreams could he witness something like this.

“Good morning,” he greeted groggily. “The store doesn’t open for a couple more hours and I don’t have any chocolate.”

“You’re very funny. That’s not what I’m here for - I need your landlord-y help. Do you know how to fix a dryer?”

“Depends. What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s... not drying...?”

“You don’t say?” he teased, a light chuckle escaping his lips. “Give me a second. You can come in if you want.”

This was the first time you’d be walking into his place. Actually, this would be the first time you’d be walking into another man’s place in general. You felt like you were sixteen again, when all of your high school friends would talk about spending time with their crush alone in his house. This was probably the closest you’d ever get to that in a long time.

Looking around, you noticed it was decorated simply and practically - each piece of furniture and thing that you saw had an obvious purpose and made his home look clean and quite boyish. By the lack of shoes at the door, you assumed he lived alone and for that, you were thankful because if someone were to walk in and saw you, it would not look good.

A couple of minutes later, Woojin came back out carrying a toolbox. “Let’s take a look, shall we?”

A man stepping into your home was another box you could check off of your bucket list. It felt strangely vulnerable, like he was stepping into your home to learn everything about you. Which was what your apartment essentially was, right? Like a material representation of yourself and Sunny. From the finger paintings on the refrigerator, your books scattered on the coffee table, all the chocolate wrappers you forgot to throw away, all of it was out in the open for Woojin to see.

His eyes scanned the room right when he came in. "You’re home is so...”

“Messy?” you interrupted. “I know, I’m sorry, it’s been quite a stressful couple of months after the move in, but I think we’ve settled in now and I’m actually not busy today so -!”

“I was going to say inviting,” he reassured you. “It’s warm and welcoming here. I don’t think it’s messy at all. In fact, I’m surprised it isn’t messier with Sunny around.”

“Usually all of her toys and paints are scattered around everywhere that I can barely walk around, but she’s been sick for a couple of days now and she’s been getting tons of rest.”

“Is she ok?”

“The doctor said she just has a fever and chills, which doesn’t sound so bad, but for an eight year-old, it’s enough to have her stay in bed watching cartoons all day.” Woojin watched your brows furrow worriedly. “I just hope she gets better soon...”

“I might be overstepping my boundaries here, but would it be ok if I said hi?”

“You want to say hello to Sunny?” The boy nodded shyly, scratching the back of his head like he shouldn’t have asked such a silly question in the first place. “Of course you can. She’ll be so happy to see you. C’mon, I’ll show you her room.”

Woojin followed closely behind you, taking a quick look at all the things that made this your’s and Sunny’s palace. He learned a lot about you two just by walking from the door to Sunny’s room. With all the scattered mugs on all the tables and the scent of freshly ground coffee, he figured that was your morning drink of choice. Paints and glitter accompanied the mugs, to which he assumed were Sunny’s arts and crafts supplies. On a different table sat your laptop and papers you needed for work with a notepad that had a doodle of your own. Everything was so cute and childlike, but his favorite part of your home was the tiny succulent that sat next to a bigger one on the windowsill.

This place held a lot of love, and Woojin couldn’t have been happier to witness it.

You knocked on Sunny’s door softly. “Little One, are you awake?” She whined as a response, to which Woojin chuckled behind you. “Someone’s here to say hi before he fixes our dryer ~”

“Who!?”

“Hi, Little Coconut ~” Woojin cooed softly, kneeling next her bed. You absolutely adored the new nickname he gave her.

“Mr. Woojin!” she grinned widely.

“How are you feeling?”

“I don’t feel good... Touch my forehead, Big sis said I feel hot.”

When he touched her forehead, he faked the burning pain and hissed loudly, to which you stifled a giggle behind him. “Ouch! You’re scorching hot!”

“Really? Is that bad!? But I feel so cold because the dryer broke!”

“You’re cold because the dryer broke...?”

“She likes to put her blankets in the dryer so they come out warm and soft,” you explained.

“If that isn’t the cutest thing I’ve ever heard. I’ll be sure to have the dryer fixed in no time.”

“Promise?” Sunny pouted.

“I pinky promise.” Woojin laced his giant pinky with Sunny’s little one. You wish you had your phone to capture this moment. “I’ll be right back, ok?”

“Ok ~”

You led Woojin out of Sunny’s room and closed the door so she could peacefully get back to her cartoons. Raising a curious brow at the confused boy, you asked the question you’ve been dying to know since the day you met.

“Do you have a little sibling, Woojin?”

He shook his head shyly.  “No, I’m actually the youngest. Why do you ask?”

“You’re so good with Sunny I just figured you’ve done this before.”

“I just really love kids. I’ve always wanted a little sibling.”

“You’ll be a great father some day.”

“You think so?”

“Of course. I don’t doubt it at all.”

There’s an unfamiliar flip-flop in Woojin’s chest that he tried to ignore while he stuck his head inside your dryer. While he was busy fixing the problem, you muffled something about making him coffee and for that, he was thankful. He forgot how early it was when you woke him up and if he was going to function and run the store the whole day, a large cup of coffee was definitely needed.

“Did you fix it?” you asked, setting his cup on top of the machine.

Your savior held out what was left of a stuffed toy whose seams and buttons were torn off violently. “I think this guy’s your culprit.”

“Oh no, not Mr. Pluto! That’s her favorite one...”

“Mr. Pluto...?”

“Since her name is Sunny, she likes to name all of her stuffed toys after planets and outer spacey things.”

“She’s so smart.”

“Yeah, she loves space and everything about it. Total nerd, it’s the cutest thing. She even painted this mug with stars on it.”

When you handed Woojin his mug, he inspected all of the little spots and speckles Sunny dotted with care. He made a mental note of her love for space for future reference.

You loaded up the dryer with her favorite blankets. “Would you like breakfast? Or do you have to open the store?”

“The store can wait.”

“Really? Are you sure?”

“Of course, I own it after all. Besides, I’d love to get to know you more.”

For the first time, he doesn’t mention both you and Sunny together. He simply meant you only and he so desperately wanted to dive into who you were as a person and what ungodly act of fate brought someone like you into his life.

He offered to help chop some of the vegetables for an omelette.

“So you know what I do for a living. How about you? What job requires you to wear such business casual clothing everyday?” he asked.

You shrugged, not taking much pride into your job. Who would in your position? “I just have an office job at some company. I sit at a cubicle and everything.”

“That sounds like fun,” he said dryly.

“Not when I do so much overtime. Sometimes I barely make it to pick up Sunny.”

Woojin stays silent for a few moments so he can put the chopped peppers into the bowl with your chopped onions. “Is that what you want to do for the rest of your life?”

“God, no!” you scoffed. “I would never wish that job upon anyone. Not even my own worst enemy, who spread a rumor that I kidnapped Sunny to put her through idol training...”

“Wow, you must really hate your job. You’re always welcome downstairs if you ever decide to leave ~” Woojin nudged you playfully, though you swear you heard some sincerity in his tone.

“Does being a clerk come with medical benefits for a girl and her clumsy sister?”

“The owner doesn’t even get dental.”

“Then I’m afraid I’ll have to pass on your generous offer, Mr. Woojin.”

“What a shame. I would have promoted you to senior manager right away.”

Woojin offered to make the omelettes after seeing you crack the eggs right into the pan before you whisked them in a bowl first (“The point of an omelette is to whisk the eggs together!” “Sorry! Sunny likes her eggs sunny side up...”). Not that you didn’t know how to make an omelette, but somehow the convenient store clerk was able to make the best omelette you’ve ever tasted in your entire life.

“If you could choose any job in the world, regardless of pay, what would you do?” Woojin asked.

“I would own a coffee shop,” you stated without hesitation. “A coffee shop where I can hang and care for as many plants as I want and Sunny’s paintings are framed and hung in every corner. I’d brew and sell only local brands, serve them in mugs that Sunny painted, play that chill lo-fi stuff the cool kids like - I’d be the coolest cafe on the block.”

“Wow, you’ve thought about this, huh?”

“Yeah... I have big dreams.”

“Dreams are never too big. Besides, I think it suits you very well.”

“I think so, too. How about you? What’s your dream job?”

“I want to be a teacher.”

“Really?" Woojin nodded shyly, as if he revealed to you too much too quickly. “It suits you.”

“Convenient store clerk is close enough, hm?”

“Convenient store owner,” you corrected.

Your entire morning was spent sitting at your glitter-covered table with Woojin, sharing multiple cups of coffee in distinctly different decorated mugs, painted by your Little Sunshine. Time seemed to lose track of itself when you two were together, as Woojin was already over an hour late to opening the store.

“Before my parents bite my head off, I should get going,” he muttered, completely losing interest in the rest of his day now that he had to leave you. If only he could spend the entire day talking to you and Sunny.

“Yeah, of course. I’m so sorry I took up so much of your time.”

“Anything for my favorite tenant.”

“You mean your only tenant,” you corrected. “Thank you for fixing our dryer. I’ll be sure to pick up my daily dose of chocolate later.”

“Promise?” he begged playfully.

You held up your pinky to the handsome man at your door. “I pinky promise.”

He laced his with yours, sealing a promise that seemed to be just a joke. Though even if it was, Woojin would take any opportunity you gave him if it meant he could almost hold your hand.

He turned to make his way down the stairs, but then hesitated to rewind and face you once more. His lips pursed into a straight line.

“If you’re ever stuck at work late and need someone to pick Sunny up, or if you need a sitter for her, or if you’re bored... If you need anything, call me, ok?”

He assumed the dark blush on your cheeks was a sign of affirmation. “I couldn’t ask that of you.”

“I know you think of me as your landlord, but my offer still stands. Even for landlord-y things, just shoot me a text. That way you won’t have to go outside in your kitten pajamas,” he smirked, eyeing your childish over sized shirt. “I left my phone number on your table.”

In Sunny’s pink glitter gel pen, written boyishly and sloppily, was Woojin’s number surrounded by oblonged hearts like a middle school girl giving her number to her crush.

“What a dork...” you muttered to no one. You were thankful Sunny wasn’t up to see your growing grin.

Sometime around lunch, just as Woojin was getting hungry, his phone vibrated on the counter.

you [12:37 pm]: I’m bored. Would you like to grab lunch?

Today was the worst day at work you’ve had in a very long time. Never before had you made so many mistakes on official documents and never before had you spent all of your time fixing those mistakes. You even skipped lunch just to catch up on everything. But no matter how horrible the day, no matter how much you hated yourself, seeing Sunny and her ray of sunshine smiles right after your shift fixed your entire day.

Just as you were about to clock out, one of your supervisors stopped by your cubicle with a handful more of documentation.

“_____, I’m going to need you to correct these, as well.”

Your heart dropped. “Can I do them tomorrow? Or take them home with me and turn them in first thing tomorrow?”

“I can’t let you do that. These are due by 9:00 pm tonight, so I need you to submit them ASAP. Is that clear?”

“But my little sister -”

“I said is that clear?”

“... Yes, sir.” Your supervisor walked away without another word.

On the verge of tears, you decided to cash in your favor your landlord offered a couple of months ago.

“Hey! Missed ya at lunch. What’s up?” Woojin’s voice on the other end calmed you only slightly.

“Hey. Um, I know you’re at work, and feel free to say no, but I’m going to be stuck at the office for a while. Would you be able to pick up Sunny from school?”

“Of course I would,” he said immediately. “I’ll head over there right now -”

“O-Oh, she won’t be finished for another hour, so no rush!”

“Sorry, I guess I got too excited,” he chuckled.

“You’re cute. Thank you so much, I promise I’ll pay you back.”

“No need. I’d do anything for either of you.”

It was crazy how a simple phone call with Woojin made your workday infinitely better. These past couple of months, you spent a lot of time with the store clerk from downstairs. On weekdays, you’d share your lunch break together, and on weekends, you’d go out to eat. You found that no matter how horrible your day was, spending time with Woojin always made it better, and when you missed lunch with him today, you knew you wouldn’t be able to pick yourself up until you saw him tonight.

After calling the school to let them know he’d be picking Sunny up, you were motivated to finish the additional documentation edits as fast as you could so you could come home to Sunny and Woojin.

At every half hour, your savior would shoot you a text and update you so you didn’t have to worry about either of them.

woojin [3:43 pm]: I’m at the elementary school. There’s so many cute kids here! You think I can land a job here one day?

woojin [4:14 pm]: Sunny’s with me now! She told me she didn’t eat her carrots at lunch today and threw them out, and I said I wouldn’t tell you, but I just thought you should know so you’re not surprised when she needs glasses one day.

woojin [4:15 pm]: Also, please don’t tell her I told you.

woojin [4:47 pm]: We’re home! You should get a better hiding spot for your spare key...

woojin [5:30 pm]: We got hungry, so we ordered pizza. Hope that’s ok. We saved you a couple of slices.

woojin [6:23 pm]: I’m stealing the mug with the bears on it cuz Sunny said I could have it. WoojinsMug.jpg

woojin [8:52 pm]: Getting ready for bed now. Sunny’s all washed up. She said she misses you and to make sure you wake her up so she knows you’re home. I thought that was the cutest thing! You know, I might kidnap her one day.

woojin [8:54 pm]: Also, if I don’t answer, it’s because I fell asleep on your couch.

woojin [8:57 pm]: Also, I miss you, too.

You finished all of the edits just before the deadline and you were ready to burst into tears. A fourteen hour work day wasn’t unheard of, but today was just tougher than most. From all the texts Woojin sent you, you were so jealous of the time they spent together. If only you were there with them.

Your home was quiet when you entered. A snoring Woojin was wrapped in a blanket on your couch and you smiled, excited that you too would be sleeping in just a little bit.

Crouching down by the couch, you brushed away the long strands of hair that tickled his face. Just from your touch, as if already knowing it was you, his eyes immediately fluttered open.

“You’re home,” he stated happily. “Long day, huh?”

“Very long day... I’m exhausted.”

He could tell by the way your eyes drooped and your lips frowned that you did not have a good day. “C’mon, maybe seeing Sunny will cheer you up.”

Woojin hopped off the couch and pulled you up with him while holding your hands. He guided you to your sleeping beauty, and when you both kneel in front of her, you really didn’t want to wake her up, but Woojin did you the courtesy and did so anyways.

“Hey, Coconut,” he cooed. “Look who’s home ~”

“Mm...” she mumbled. When her eyes opened, she jumped right into your arms. “Big sis!”

“Hi, Sunshine. Did you have fun with Mr. Woojin today?”

“Yes! He helped me with my homework, we ate pizza, and we drew you something! Look!”

From under her pillow, Sunny whipped out a drawing of you and Woojin with her in the middle while you two held her hands in a meadow of flowers. As adorable as the picture was, you felt so embarrassed! You haven’t known Woojin for very long, so the fact that Sunny was drawing dangerously intimate and family-like portraits with him in them made you think she was going to scare him off, and that terrified you.

You were speechless for a moment until Woojin clasped his hands over your shoulders.

“She’s speechless,” he teased you. “It’s because you drew me so handsomely.”

“Y-Yeah, it’s just so... It’s beautiful, Sunny. I’ll hang it up on the refrigerator.”

“Yay!”

“Ok, Little One, go back to sleep. What do you say to Mr. Woojin for taking care of you tonight?”

“Thank you! I’ll miss you!”

Woojin gave her a loving and adoring smile that could comfort any child. “Anytime, my love. Goodnight.”

You kissed the top of Sunny’s head before tucking her in once more. The air in the living room where you and Woojin stood was still. You were feeling a lot of things at the moment, and he figured you needed some time to process everything. From your horrible day, to seeing Woojin and Sunny, to seeing her painting of what a family would look like with him in, you were on a roller coaster with endless loops and turns and life was just not in your favor tonight.

“Is everything ok?” he asked cautiously.

“Yeah, it’s just... A bad day,” you half-lied. “Just had a bad day...”

Woojin stepped closer. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Sure...” Soon, the tears began to well. “Woojin... It’s hard.”

“I know.”

“It’s really really hard.”

“I know.”

“I can’t do it. I can’t raise her properly, I can’t work a simple fucking job, hell I can’t even pick her up from school, for Christ’s sake! I’m barely into my twenties and I am in shambles, all thanks to my parents who abandoned us! How the fuck am I supposed to do this!?”

“Hey, come here.” Woojin cupped your tear-streaked face in his big, loving hands and wiped away the ones that dared to fall. He looked at you with such intensity that you could feel it in your bones and you wanted to collapse in his arms.

“You’re doing just fine,” he reassured. “No one could ever raise Sunny better than you are right now. You’ve raised a strong, smart, and kind little girl - almost as strong, smart, and kind as you. So you’ll be just fine on your own, right?”

“I can’t...!”

“Yes you can. And you will. And when some days are tougher than others, you know I’ll always be a phone call away if you need help, right?”

“Promise?”

“I pinky promise.”

Silently, you slip past his hands and wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face into his shoulder. He returned the gesture by holding you close for as long as you needed it, breathing in the scent of your shampoo. Tonight was the best night Woojin had in a very long time, and this was the perfect way to end it.

He broke away when he felt your breathing steady, afraid that you were falling asleep on his shoulder.

“Get some rest,” he said.

You nod tiredly. “You, too.”

Woojin pressed a loving kiss on your forehead too quickly for you to take in. When he walked towards your door, you were left feeling cold and empty, only wanting to be held by him just a bit longer.

“Goodnight, _____.”

“Goodnight, Woojin.”

With Sunny in her room fast asleep, the living room felt empty. The kitchen felt empty. The bathroom felt empty. Your bedroom was where it felt the least empty, but even then you don’t think you could fall asleep. Tossing and turning in bed for what seemed like an hour didn’t help, either, especially when Woojin was all you could think about.

Whenever you closed your eyes, Sunny’s painting of the three of you would pop up in your mind. At first, you were embarrassed to look at it, especially when Woojin was right behind you. I mean, you barely knew him and your little sister was already drawing him in like you two were dating! You thought any chance you had with him was throw out the window the second he saw it, thinking Sunny had scared the poor boy off.

But when he looked at Sunny like he could not adore her any more than he already did, you thought maybe he’s thought about a life like that with you two longer than you had.

At 10:47 pm, you called his phone.

“Hey,” he answered tiredly. “Everything ok?”

“Hey,” you cursed yourself for your shaky voice. “Can I ask you one more favor?”

“Hm?”

“Can you stay with me tonight?”

“I’ll be over in two minutes.”

Woojin didn’t waste any time as he nearly sprinted from his bed to your front door. He gently knocked on the door so he doesn’t wake the Little Sleeping Beauty. You don’t waste any time, either, pulling him into your home and heading straight for your room.

It didn’t take long for you two to settle under the covers. Your head found solace on his chest and his hands spend time mindlessly running through your hair. You two would whisper stories about your lives for the next couple of hours until your eyes could no longer stay open. Every few minutes, you’d feel little kisses pepper the top of your head and each passing minute had more kisses than the last. He couldn’t get enough of you. He’d kiss you for hours if he wanted to.

You traced hearts of all shapes and sizes on his chest. “I like you,” you whispered, writing that out on his chest, too.

“I like you, too,” he drew on your back.

“How much do you like me?”

“More,” he wrote.

“More...?”

“I like you more. Always more. More than you could ever know,” he mumbled.

“Promise?”

“Pink promise.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Mm, why did you wait so long to ask?” he teased, rolling over on top. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you since the day you walked into the store.”

[swoonnu]

In Your Orbit

“You see that star up there?” Mingyu takes his hand and points it towards the direction of his words. “There.” Soonyoung’s gaze followed the line of Mingyu’s long slender fingers. “That star is for you. When we’re old and crabby, and you go off to university and get a job, please remember me. When you’re studying the planets and solar system and teaching the world all the new science stuff, please remember you’re the brightest star in my universe.”

After graduating university, he moved to Japan to work for some scientific research program that studied the planets and get his Ph.D. Dr. Kwon Soonyoung, Ph.D., Doctorate of Planetary Science, that title held him in Japan for longer than he wanted to be there. During that time, life became too busy to talk, too hectic to write and too complicated to call.

Ever since preschool days on the playground, Soonyoung had found a sense of hope in the taller’s bright eyes. He was the gravity that held him in place when his mind seemed too clouded with self-doubt. You see, Mingyu was just that, he was hope. He was everything Soonyoung never knew he needed.

At age seven, he defended Soonyoung from bullies. At age twelve he gave Soonyoung his first kiss. And at age seventeen he gave Soonyoung his first heartbreak.

When Mingyu showed up at his bedroom window at 2 am, begging to be let in, Soonyoung obliged. When Mingyu excitedly talked about the girl he just kissed, Soonyoung listened. And when Mingyu told Soonyoung he was in love with her, Soonyoung’s heart broke into a million pieces.

At age twenty, Soonyoung came out to his best friend. Mingyu offered him no words but hugged him. The understanding and acceptance etched itself among his handsome features.

“University is so hard, Gyu. What if I’m not smart enough. What happens when I fail?”

“You’re the smartest person I know Soon; you’re doing so great.”

Four months later, Mingyu got his first modeling job, and Soonyoung took him out to celebrate.

“Soon you’re the best best friend a guy could ask for. Thanks for loving me.” Mingyu was drunk and happy. He was always happy, but drunk Mingyu was a sight that tickled Soonyoung’s heart.

“I love you soOOoooO muchhhhhhh.” Hiccup.

Two hours later, Soonyoung was dragging a very drunk, very heavy man to his bed.

“Kiss me Soonyoung.”

Soonyoung had successfully forced his feelings to the farthest corner of his heart, and moments like this, he begged his heart to stop betraying him.

“Gyu you’re drunk, sleep it off.”

“I know you’re in love me with, I’ve always known.” Hiccup. “And maybe I feel the same way.”

He looked down at his drunk friend, his heart threatening to beat out from his chest. “Gyu, stop please.”

Mingyu’s long fingers found purchase in the confines of Soonyoung’s sweater, pulling the elder closer than Soonyoung deemed necessary. “Please kiss me hyung.”

Whatever self-control Soonyoung had been able to muster at this point, was slowly flying out the window as Mingyu inched himself closer. “I know you want to; I know you’ve always wanted to. Well here I am, please take me. I’ve always been yours.”

There were no fireworks, no grand revelation. There was just warmth, warmth against Soonyoung’s lips and in the breaking of his heart. The warmth between them suddenly erupted as Mingyu pulled him ontop of his frame. Mingyu’s fingers were cold as they squeezed against the flesh of his hips. His breath was hot as it fanned across his collarbones.

Soonyoung squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ground himself from floating too high, too fast.

Please take me. Repeated against Soonyoung’s skin like a mantra, pulling him in deeper, reverberating against the cracks of his heart. “Gyu, you don’t want this. You’re not—you don’t feel the same.” In a feeble attempt to rid himself of the sudden rush of color to his cheeks, Soonyoung removed himself the body of his friend. “You’re drunk, just go to sleep.”

The small whimper that escaped Mingyu’s parted lips did little to calm Soonyoung’s aching heart. “I’m trying to tell you that I want this too. I’ve wanted this for a while. You’re so sure of yourself, Soon. So, sure of who you are and who your heart wants. But for me, I don’t know who I am. But right now, I’m sure that I’ve wanted you to do this for as long as I can remember. I’ve never done this before. Not with anyone. But I know I want to try with you. Please. Please just have me.”

Watching a six foot something man kneel before you, begging you to take him made every reservation Soonyoung had to disappear. He was not expert in the field of sex, but the little experience he had made him sure of enough things.

At twenty-one, Soonyoung woke up alone after taking his best friend’s virginity. And at twenty-one, his heart broke for the second time.

Five days later, Mingyu texts Soonyoung for the first time.

[text from puppygyu] I’m sorry

[text to puppygyu] I know

[text from puppygyu] can I come over?

[text to puppygyu] probably best if you dnt

[text from puppygyu] r we ok

[text to puppygyu] idk. u just left?

[text from puppygyu] im sorry

[text to puppygyu] me 2

[text to puppygyu] give me time

[text to puppygyu] we’ll b ok

[text to puppygyu] eventually

[text from puppygyu] call me when you change ur mind

Two weeks later and it wasn’t better. One month later and it still wasn’t better. Three months later and it finally got…easier.

And at twenty-two, Soonyoung moved to Japan. “You know Gyu, Japan is so cool, and everyone is so different. I wish you could see it.” I miss you was left unsaid.

“Soon, do you think I can visit for Christmas?”

“Yeah sure, kid.”

Christmas was when Mingyu told Soonyoung about him.

“His name is Wonwoo, and he’s so smart and mysterious, Soon. He owns the magazine company my agency works with a lot, and I want to kiss his face. He wears these round glasses all the time, and I’d like him to fuck me with them on.”

Soonyoung groaned with annoyance; he was tired and overworked. He was homesick and just wanted to eat real Korean food again.

“Oh. I shouldn’t tell you about this. I’m sorry.”

Mingyu had come to visit him like promised and all he talked about was this stupid new man in his life. He just wanted to punch his stupid face every time Mingyu spoke about him. “Gyu, you know it’s fine. I’m tired that’s all. We’re past those stupid feelings.”

When Mingyu returned home a week later, Soonyoung ignored his texts for a few days. Mingyu did not seem fazed, too busy with Wonwoo.

[text from mingyu] HE FINALLY ASKED ME OUT

[text to mingyu] fking finally

[text from mingyuI] he's so cute soon. Im dying.

[text from mingyu] wow I’m so gay

[text to mingyu] welcome 2 the club

After that, communication became infrequent. Soonyoung finally finished his program, finishing with honors and landed a job with a great company. Mingyu updated him on his dating life with Wonwoo and Soonyoung played along as being interested.

At twenty-four, Soonyoung met Jihoon and got his heart ripped from his body once again. A year and two months into their, honestly who knew what it was, (pinning for years after your first love doesn’t sit well for a potential boyfriend and said boyfriend being emotionally constipated, does not do well for any type of real relationship), Soonyoung watched as Jihoon packed his things and left his apartment for the last time.

An entire bottle of soju later, Soonyoung found himself drunk texting Mingyu. They hadn’t spoken for months, stubbornness or too busy, who knows.

[text to mingyu] he could have been the one u know

[text to mingyu] he could have made me happy

[text to mingyu] but NO u had to come into my life and fuck me up so tnks for that. I was fine pretending I dnt love u. and then u had to drunkenly hook up with me and suck me into the living hell that is being in love with u

[text to mingyu] I should have said no, I should have pushed u awy

[text to mingyu] I hate you kim mingyu I hate everything abut u and u stupid pretty face

 Incoming call from Mingyu….

“What do you want stupid?” Pause, hiccup. “Soonyoung, stop drinking.” His voice pulled a sob Soonyoung didn’t know he was hiding. “I love you, I’ve loved you my entire life, and you never loved me back. I finally thought you felt the same and then I woke up alone. How can you do that Gyu..how could you watch me break every time you saw me.” Soonyoung was openly sobbing now.

“Soonyoung you cant— I do love— “ Sigh. “Please just stop okay.” Silence.

“I think its best if you don’t contact him anymore.” That must be Wonwoo, Soonyoung thought. “He’s already hurt long enough over you.” Call ended.

At twenty-five Soonyoung needed a vacation, so he returned to Korea for his school reunion.

“I cannot believe it’s been so long. How are you? How’s Japan treating our Star?”

“Jeonghan, it’s been years since I heard you call me that. I’ve missed it. But it’s Hoshi would be the correct term now.”

“Oohhh, very Japanese of you.”  

“Work is hard, I feel like the stupidest person there, but I love it. How are you?”

“Seungcheol asked me to marry him. Which obviously, we can’t do here in Korea but its something.”

If Soonyoung choked on his beer, it was because of the news (not surprising news, those two had been together for 10 years) and not actually because he saw Mingyu make his way over to them, looking all type of fine.

“Oh look here, we have our world-famous model joining us. Mingyu, you tall, handsome man, hug me.” Seokmin pulled Mingyu into a hug, the latter gleefully reciprocating.

If Soonyoung drank his beer a little faster, no one mentioned it. “Hi, Soonyoung-hyung.” Ugh, so formal, Soonyoung hated it.

“Hi.” Was the only response he could muster up.

“Everyone this Wonwoo, Wonwoo this is Jeonghan, Joshua, Junhui, Seokmin, Sungcheol and—“

“Soonyoung, I’ve heard.” If the annoyance was evident in Wonwoo’s voice, no one mentioned.

Two hours later and everyone was drunk happy, reliving their childhood memories. Soonyoung was sitting across the table as Mingyu and Wonwoo stayed occupied amongst themselves.

“If you glare any harder, you’re going to burn holes in their clothes.”

“Shut up Seokmin.”

If Seokmin laughed a little too loud when Soonyoung slapped the back of his head, Mingyu and Wonwoo did not seem to notice.

When Mingyu and Soonyoung found themselves alone at the table later that night, Mingyu was the first to break the silence.

“Are we ever going to be okay?”

“Yeah sure, kid.”

“Don’t kid me. Answer my question.” Mingyu looked across the hall, watching Wonwoo talk with Jun. “Are you and I going to be okay?”

“What is your definition of okay Gyu?”

“Cut the bullshit Soonyoung.” He finally turned to look at him, “Look at me damn it. Look at me and see I am happy. I am finally happy with him, and you should be happy for me.”

“I am happy for you Mingyu.” Soonyoung finally looked at him, “I am happy for you, but I’m also still in love with you. I will never not be. But I am happy for you. I wish I could find that with someone else as easily as you.”

“You think it was easy?! You know nothing.”

“Then enlighten me how difficult it was for you?! When you weren’t the one who was hopelessly in love with your best friend for years. You know nothing about pain until you finally get the person you’ve been in love with only to wake up alone the next morning and not hear from them for days! You know nothing about heartbreak until you finally see that person and they can’t stop talking about someone else. You know nothing, Kim Mingyu and you’re an ass for thinking otherwise.” The commotion between them seemed to go unnoticed by everyone else.

“I left because I was scared and stupid. I didn’t know what it was like to be gay. I had never even thought of myself as gay. And then you showed up and made my heart feel complicated. And then you came out to me, and my heart thought there was something. And then I got drunk, and you looked at me, and I knew all along that I was in love with you just the same. And then I left because I was scared. But then you left thousands of miles away, and I broke done because I went looking for you. I came to your house but your mom told me you moved already, without even saying anything. You were my first everything. My first love and heartbreak. You were also the last heartbreak because I met him.”

“Well fucking congratulations to you. Please do me a favor and give me my fucking heart back.”

An hour later and Mingyu was carrying a very drunken, crying Soonyoung back to his hotel. “I’m sorry gyu.” Hiccup, sob. “I’m so sorry for everything.” Hiccup, sob.

“Shh, it's alright. I know.”

That night, Mingyu made love to Soonyoung. Mingyu had kissed the salty tears from his cheeks, a wordless promise he shouldn’t have made, and that morning, Mingyu was the one who woke up alone, and a single text from Soonyoung flashed across the screen of his phone.

[text from Soonyoung] everything is shattering, and it's my mistake

Two days later Soonyoung had returned to Japan, his heart broken more than before he left. He threw himself back into work, and when he got a text from Seokmin four months after returning, he was eager to see a familiar face.

[text from Seokmin] Let me crash at your place while I'm in jpn

[text to Seokmin] as long as you buy me soju

A week later and Seokmin and Soonyoung were drunk in the latter's apartment.

“Mingyu and Wonwoo broke up you know.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, Mingyu broke up with him.”

“Hmm, that’s strange. He seemed so in love.”

“Yeah.” Sip. “You still love him?”

“No.” Lie.

“Good.”

That night Soonyoung hooked up with someone other than Mingyu and Jihoon, and it was something. It felt great to feel needed and wanted, and Seokmin was a great addition to his wounded heart.

At twenty-seven Soonyoung found himself moving back to Korea for work and his heart wasn’t sure how to take it. Seokmin had been a constant partner over the last year, but neither wanted to be anything serious. They’d hook up every time Seokmin’s company brought him to Japan and after he’d return to Korea and they’d text randomly.

Mingyu had landed a big modeling gig that he invited the whole group of friends to tag along. Soonyoung had yet to see him since his return to Korea, and during the time Soonyoung had been gone, Wonwoo had implanted himself amongst his group of friends because he and Jun had started dating, Mingyu was actually pretty content with it.

“I don’t think I can go Seok. I mean, I haven’t seen him in a long time, and I don’t know what to say.”

“You’ve been friends your entire life; it’s not like you two are strangers. Plus, you’re with me, and he’s with some fancy photographer.”

“But we’re not actually together.”

“No one needs to know that.”

Pretending to be in a loving relationship with someone was easier than it looked but having a group of nosy, ever-present assholes for friends, made it harder to believe.

“We all know you two are just fucking and not actually together.” Damn you Yoon Jeonghan.

“So what.”

“As long as you two understand that and are happy. Leave them be babe.”

“Do not babe me Seungcheol; this is going to end poorly. I’m tired of walking on eggshells between our friends. It is exhausting.”

“Hyung, we’re okay. We know what we are doing.” Bless Seokmin and his ever-present happiness.

As Soonyoung watched Mingyu walk the runway later that night, he felt a sense of pride wash over his system.

“Hi everyone, this is Minghao. Minghao, this is everyone.”

“Oohhh Minghao is that a Chinese name I sense?!” Junhui had spoken in Mandarin to the fellow Chinese man.

“Yes, born and raised before moving to Korea about four years ago.” He responded in their mother tongue.

Two hours later everyone was eating and drinking, all enjoying each other’s company.

“So you and Seok? I never saw that coming.” The space on the couch next to him shifted as Mingyu sat down.

“It just sort of happened I guess, we’re not actually together though.”

“Yeah I know.”

“So Wonwoo and Junhui huh?” Soonyoung faced his former best friend.

“Yeah that too, just sort of happened. But I am happy for them.”

“We’ve really changed, haven’t we?”

“Yeah I guess we have, hyung.”

Soonyoung finally looked toward the younger and realized at that moment, how much the two had grown. “I’m so proud of you Gyu.”

Minghao and Mingyu did not last very long and when Mingyu ended up at Soonyoung’s door at 1 am, Soonyoung let him in. He was always letting him in.

“I love you.”

“I know.”

And that night, Soonyoung held a sobbing Mingyu while they drifted off to sleep. And that morning, Soonyoung woke up engulfed in Mingyu’s arms. He had stayed.

“Please don’t go.”

“I’m not going anywhere Gyu. I promise.”

Two months later and their friendship had returned to normal. It was like all the years of angst had never happened, but they refused to acknowledge the fact that they were still, hopelessly in love with each other.

At twenty-eight, Soonyoung attended his first wedding as a best man. Seungcheol and Jeonghan finally had their ceremony, still not legal in their country, they had all flown to the US Virgin Islands to experience a week-long wedding party.

“God he looks so fuckable in a suit Gyu. How is it that fair?!”

“You two are already fucking; you know what it’s like.” Mingyu laughed as a drunk Soonyoung ogled over Seokmin wearing a suit. “Your arrangement is weird. Just hooking up, for this long and no strings. I don’t see how he does it.”

“Yeah but but—“ Hiccup. “We’re allowed to do whatever we want and whomever we want. He’s pretty understanding and great and so fuckable.”

Mingyu laughed as he patted his friend on the back, “You’re in love dude. You want more, don’t you?”

Hiccup. “No. I am fine with that arrangement. Because I can still check you out and not feel guilty about it.”

“Even after all these years, huh?”

“Always. My sexy model of a best friend. You were my first love, and I’ll always want to bang you. Or let you bang me, either one is fine by me.”

“You’re a hot mess; you know that.” Mingyu laughed a took another sip of his beer. “I don’t want that though; I want what they have.” Soonyoung followed his gaze towards the newly married couple, “Don’t you?”

“I used to.” The response sounded unintentionally bitter against his tongue.

“Do you think we could have ever worked out?”

“No, we were pretty young and stupid.”

“And now?” Mingyu’s gaze found its way floating back towards Soonyoung, the latter already looking at him.

“We’re old and stupid.”

As the sun set that night, Mingyu found himself being pushed against the door of Soonyoung’s hotel room, the latter’s hands tugging at the hem of his shirt. “Take this off before I die.”

Mingyu obliged. “Oh my god.” The elder groaned as his hands traced the lines of Mingyu’s tanned stomach. “I forgot how hot you were.”

“You only want me for my body.” Mingyu laughed. “Right now, that is true.”

Soonyoung trailed his lips down the taller’s skin, leaving a trail of shivers with them. “Don’t regret me tomorrow, please.” Mingyu pleaded.

“There will never be a day that I regret you.”

As Mingyu pressed Soonyoung into the mattress that night, he felt his heartbreak, wishing for more.

By the fourth day of the trip, Mingyu and Soonyoung had spent more times buried inside each other than they had in the whole time they’d known one another. They had imprinted their names on each other’s skin, like tattoos marking their history together; taking and giving what they had tried so hard to forget.

“He’s in love with you; please be cautious.”

“Wonwoo, I know.”

“No, no you really don’t get it, Soon.”

“I’ve known him my entire life, and I was in love with him for most of it. I know what it looks like.”

“You know he didn’t dump me right. I broke up with him because he called your name during sex.”

Soonyoung stared at him, unable to respond to the information he was being given.

“He cried for hours afterward, apologizing and I knew right then, I knew I would never be you. Minghao wasn’t you. Seokmin and Jihoon weren’t him. You two have drifted far enough from each other for far too long; I think it’s time you give up fighting.”

As Soonyoung watched Mingyu laugh with Joshua, he knew right away what was happening.

“Help me do something please.”

On the second to the last day of the trip, Soonyoung texted Mingyu.

[text to gyu] meet me on the beach.

[text from gyu] right now?

[text to gyu] yes, now

Soonyoung locked his phone and waited. He waited and waited, Mingyu showed up finally.

“Soon, what’s going on?”

“Please sit with me.”

Mingyu took the spot next to Soonyoung on the blanket. And before he lost his courage, word vomit spewed from his mouth, “Mingyu I have spent my whole life orbiting you. I felt that my life meant something when you were around. You offered a part of yourself for me and me only, and I can never undo the fracture that left on my timeline. You have always been the Sun in my colorless universe. I got too close, and I was burned. But I kept drifting around you, in constant need of your warmth. It’s like we are two stars on a course for destruction, but I wouldn’t mind colliding with you.”

“Soonyoung what are you saying?”

“I’m asking if you’ll let me orbit you for a while longer because I love you. I have always loved you. In every universe, on every planet, in every lifeline and in every possibility, I will always pick you.”

“You’ve always been the brightest star in my universe.” Before Soonyoung could respond, Mingyu was tilted his chin up and kissing him. All those years ago, there were no fireworks, but right now as he breathed in Mingyu, he felt like he was breathing for the first time. He pulled Mingyu closer, fear that he would run away. He wanted to imprint himself into the warmth that was Mingyu’s skin.

For so long he thought he was a burnt-out star in Mingyu’s life, Mingyu was just too far to see the light had faded. He was ever cautious about the time it took for them to catch up, afraid he would finally see the dullness but that night as Soonyoung made love to Mingyu, he realized then, that they had finally collided; the Big Bang, the beginning of everything.

At thirty-one, Soonyoung found himself standing on the same beach, marrying his best friend.

[jeon-jungkxook]

La Douleur Exquise | 01

Summary: “It was a question you had worn on your lips for days - like a loose thread on your favorite sweater you couldn’t resist pulling - despite knowing it could all unravel around you.

’Do you love me?’ you asked.

In his hesitation, you found your answer.”

Genre: Soulmates!Taehyung (ft. Jeon Jungkook); Smut + Angst; Hanahaki Disease (not my idea) 

La Douleur Exquise - French: (n.) the heart-wrenching pain of wanting the affection of someone unattainable.

You were six years old when you discovered that not all roses were red. It seemed ignorant to believe that those kinds of flowers can only come in one color, yes, however those were the only types of roses you ever grew up around. You were on a field trip with your first grade class to a farm, seated next to the new kid in your school.

Kim Taehyung.

Apparently, you were the best student in your class and your teacher thought of that as the perfect excuse to push the boy onto you - forcing him to shadow you for the past week and a half.

Taehyung was a shy boy, keeping to himself and never causing any trouble. He barely spoke to you even when you attempted several times to start up a conversation of some sort. He’d only provide you with a one-worded reply, making you feel as though you did something to him - but you knew better than to think that of him.

“So,” you turned to the child and watched as his round eyes widened, resembling saucers, as his head snapped in your direction. His hands began to fidget with the hem of his bright green sweater and he trapped his bottom lip in between his teeth, visibly chewing on the flesh there.

“Do you like the farm?” Taehyung’s breath hitched in his throat as he let his eyes travel down to your bright pink lips. The way they formed a genuine smile was so heart-warming, but that didn’t stop his heart from beating a mile a minute.

How was he supposed to answer this? Of course he loved the farm, after all he’d grown up there with his grandmother. He wanted to tell you all about the crops he helped her to grow, his favorite cow he named Luna, and more - he just couldn’t, and he didn’t know why.

“U-um, yes. I used t-to live on a f-farm with my grandma,” he stuttered.

Taehyung watched as your eyes lit up in surprise, and he wondered what could’ve made such an expression dominate your features. Little did he know that he - finally, replied with more than two words. You could tell that he was nervous, as he was around everyone he interacted with, but at least he was warming up to you (if that’s what you could even call it).

“Really?” You gasped, casually placing your right hand over his quaking ones. At this, Taehyung flinched ever-so-slightly but he didn’t pull away - and soon enough, he halted his fidgeting fingers as he let his cold hands rest under your warm ones. “What was it like?”

Soon enough, Kim Taehyung, the kid you thought would never say anything other than ‘yes’ or ‘no’, was opening up to you - telling you about Luna, the crops he grew, and the garden that he visited everyday.

“I really do love flowers,” he smiled up at you. “My favorite is Baby’s Breath and my grandma’s are roses - the white ones-”

“There are white roses?!” You squealed, and Taehyung peered up at you with confusion lingering in his chocolate brown orbs. “Yes,” he whispered.

“I though roses were only red!” You gasped, and Taehyung found sudden interest in the ground beneath him as you babbled about your stupidity for thinking that only red roses existed.

“You’re not stupid, (Y/N),” he chuckled - and that was the first time he’d ever said your name. Your eyes widened as your left hand came to cover your mouth. You didn’t even know he’d known your name until this moment, and before you could stop yourself, you were throwing your arms around the boy next to you.

“Taehyung, you said my name!” You whispered in his ear as he stilled. What was so great about saying someone’s name? Apparently (Y/N) liked hearing her name, Taehyung thought. Why else would she react this way? But then it hit him - that was the first time he’d said your name, and a pang of guilt and regret swirled in the center of his chest.

You’d been nothing but generous, sweet, and caring towards him and he repaid you by giving you the silent treatment? He didn’t mean to, but that didn’t stop the remorse from seeping into his veins and swallowing him whole - and soon enough, Kim Taehyung was wrapping his arms around your waist, letting his forehead rest on the junction between your neck and shoulder.

“Yeah, I did,” he grinned.

You were thirteen years old when you learned about soulmates. You were in the girls’ restroom, seated on the toilet in one of the many stalls when you overheard a conversation about soulmates.

“I’ve heard that once you share a kiss with your soulmate, you get a gaurdian angel that does anything and everything to make sure that you end up with your other half,” one of the girls squealed as the others all let out ‘oohs’ and ‘ahs’.

“But,” she continued. “Let’s say the girl believes in soulmates but the boy doesn’t. The boy will never get an angel to guide him to his other half. This can also happen if the boy doesn’t feel the same way about the girl after the kiss is shared.”

“Wow,” another girl sighed. “This is just- wow!”

“Wait so,” a high-pitched girl interrupted. “Let’s say after a while the boy starts to fall in love with the girl - or he starts to believe in soulmates. Will his gaurdian angel appear?”

“Hell no! He’s on his own even if he does start to love her.”

Those girls knew everything about soulmates, you thought. Eagerness coursed through your veins as your lips stretched into a wide grin. “I’m ready to find my soulmate when the time’s right!” You whispered after the group of girls exited the bathroom. “Even if my soulmate doesn’t love me or doesn’t believe in that stuff, I’ll love him and get him to feel the same way about me!”

Little did you know how wrong you were about that small statement - nor did you know much you’d hate roses later on in life; especially the white ones.

That day at lunch, you skipped over to your table where Taehyung sat - patiently waiting for your arrival. Once the boy spotted you, his beautiful brown eyes that you’d loved so much were widening with happiness as a smile grew on his plush lips.

Taehyung had grown to be a more out-going boy, making friends here-and-there and even becoming a ‘social butterfly’. After your encounter with him at the farm, you two were best friends - and you liked it that way. In fact, you loved it that way, just the two of you spending time together. Sure, he’d hang out with his other friends, but he would always try his best to include you and you were grateful for that.

“Finally! I thought you were gonna ditch me or something,” Taehyung laughed in a very nervous manner.

The boy had come a long way from the anxious mess he was back in first grade - but that didn’t mean he never showed small, yet noticable signs of anxiety at least once a day. “Of course not, Tae,” you chuckle, and his tensed shoulders relaxed a bit.

During your seven years of friendship, you’d also learned that Kim Taehyung was a very emotional person - and he also had a very low self-esteem (which you were working on building up daily). “C'mon, let’s eat lunch,” you breathed as you took a seat across from him, opening your lunch box.

That day, you told Taehyung about soulmates as well as the pros and cons of finding one. He seemed intrigued and his hand even found yours to give it a light squeeze. “This is great and all, but just remember that whoever our soulmates are - we stay friends. Don’t let anything or anyone get in the way of our friendship, okay?”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you gazed at the boy in front of you. Never have you heard such a deep, touching statement come out of Kim Taehyung’s mouth, but you agreed without hesitation - returning his squeeze and nodding your head.

“Agreed.”

You were now nineteen years of age, headed to a frat party with Taehyung. Six years has passed now, and Taehyung had grown into a beautiful man. His hair was recently dyed a dark brown, and his ears were peirced - on his left ear, he had three peircings while his right ear only held two earrings. Nonetheless, Kim Taehyung was one hot guy, to say the least. Not only has his features changed, but his voice had transfigured into a sound so deep, that it resembled Satan himself. He’d also grown into a man that - if you didn’t know any better - didn’t know what shy or quiet meant.

“Okay, this is it,” Taehyung breathed as he turned his vehicle off and stepped out, jogging around to the other side in order to open the door for you. A gentleman.

You wore light blue skinny jeans, medium-sized rips in the knees of your pants, and on your upper half was a black, long-sleeved crop top. Meanwhile, Kim Taehyung was clad in black, leather skinny jeans and an oversized, white Puma sweater. Casual, yes, but he still looked as if he could be a model. In other words, you had a major crush on your best friend, for approximately seven months.

Approximately.

Taking your hand in his large ones and lacing his fingers with yours, Taehyung pulled you towards the booming house. “I wanna get drunk tonight, and you’re gonna do it with me,” he grinned, and your eyes widened in horror.

“Then who the hell is going to get us back home?” You said as you slapped him playfully on his broad shoulder with your free hand. “Don’t worry about that. We could crash here or just sleep in the car,” he suggested and you shook your head in disapproval, yet the thought of getting drunk didn’t bother you as much as it should’ve.

School was tough these past few weeks and you just needed to forget about all of that for at least one night. Without another thought, you were looking into your best friend’s big brown eyes and giving him a wide grin.

“Let’s get drunk, then!”

About two hours later, you and Taehyung were a ‘drunken mess’. You were both seated in a large circle now, waiting for the game of Spin the Bottle to begin. The boy sat across from you and next to you was Hoseok and Yoongi - two of Taehyung’s close friends.

“Alright! We’re starting!” Hoseok, the owner of the house, yelped. “I’ll go first.” The man reached for the empty beer bottle and, with a flick of his wrist, the object was spinning until it stopped - facing a girl who was in your psychology class, yet you had no clue who the hell she was.

Hoseok’s eyes lit up as the two crawled towards the middle of the circle and locked lips for about a minute. You watched as the girl practically melted into the boy’s touch whilst Hoseok slid his tounge into her mouth. But soon enough, the kiss was over and it was your turn to spin the bottle.

Completing the same exact action as Hoseok had done when getting the bottle to move, you watched as it spun and spun until it landed on a very familiar face. Taehyung eyed you with a smirk as he made his way to the middle of the circle and you moved a bit slower than he had, but you reached him nonetheless.

Before you were even able to take in a shaky breath, Taehyung was crashing his lips onto yours, his hands snaking around your waist and you moved your arms to wrap them around his neck. His lips were soft, but slightly chapped, and they moved along with yours. Soon enough, his wet muscle was swiping across your bottom lip, silently asking for access, and you obliged a second later.

His tounge explored every inch of your mouth, leaving nothing untouched - and when it came to slide across your teeth, you sucked the pink muscle into your mouth, earning you both roars of excitement from the others that surrounded you.

Taehyung was the first to break away from the kiss as he gazed at you with eyes that had darkened significantly. “Let’s go get another drink,” he smiled as he took your hand, leading you to the nearby kitchen. As he lead you to said kitchen, you felt an unfamiliar tingling that traveled from the tips of your toes to the center of your chest. It was a calming sensation, yet it bothered you simply because you didn’t know where it came from.

Once you reached your destination, Taehyung grabbed a solo cup, taking a gulp out of it before handing it to you. You looked up at the boy as you emptied the remaining contents into your mouth, receiving a wide smile from the opposite.

Taehyung was way too drunk to comprehend what had just gone on between the two of you, but you had sobered up a bit due to the strange tingling. Maybe it was just the alcohol, or the weed you could smell from a mile away. Who knows?

Certainly not you.

“That was fun wasn’t it-” Taehyung began. You peered up at your friend in confusion to find him eyeing a woman that’d just entered the kitchen. She wore a pair skin-tight jeans that adorned her curves, and on her upper half was a spaghetti strap crop top with a v-neck so deep, she might as well be wearing nothing but her bra.

She’s probably one of those whores I’ve heard about, you thought. But you were very wrong, and you learned that when Taehyung strode over to the girl and gave her a small, yet meaningful embrace.

“Rose! It’s so good to see you,” Taehyung beamed, resting his hands on her shoulders.

“You too, Tae!” She blushed.

Tae…?

Taehyung wrapped his muscular arms around the girl’s waist and leaned down to give her a peck on her lips. They both giggled and joked around, forgetting that you were even in the room to begin with.

That’s when you felt it for the third time that day. The heat began at the tips of your toes and, unlike the first or second time, it didn’t take its time rushing to your midsection. The heat was a bit too warm to be called comfortable, and instead of settling in your chest, it raced to your stomach sending stabbing pains to your abdomen.

Hunching over, your scurry to the nearest restroom and swing the door open, thankful that it was vacant of any horny couples. You kneel over the toilet, making sure that you shut and lock the door before doing so, and inhale deeply.

This was definitely not the alcohol, it was something deeper, painful even - and a couple of minutes later, it had you heaving up the alcohol you had consumed earlier. But you weren’t done yet. As soon as all the contents of your stomach was into the toilet bowl, you began to cough up something soft and silky.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you grasp your chest as the contents spill out of your mouth once more. Once your were - finally - done with your little vomiting extravaganza, you peeled your eyes open to find millions of medium-sized rose petals swimming in the toilet water.

But they weren’t just any rose; they were the white ones - the ones 6-year-old Kim Taehyung showed you at the farm, the ones that you labeled as your favorite flower ever since that day.

After cleaning yourself up by the sink, you unlock the wooden door and walk out of the restroom as if you hadn’t just gagged up flower petals. You couldn’t stay here and watch as Taehyung and that girl groped and kissed each other as if they were in the confines of their own room - when they were actually in someone’s fucking kitchen.

Entering the room in which the two stood, you went up behind Taehyung and grabbed the car keys out of his back pocket - where he always kept them. The boy whipped his head around to face you, shock and confusion written on his handsome face.

“(Y/N)!” He breathed. “Ah, don’t do that shit. You scared me.” Taehyung visibly relaxed and his features contorted into that of worry. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m going home,” you deadpanned. “I’m not feeling too good, maybe you can get a ride from… Rose - that’s her name right?” You pointed your index finger at the silent woman and her gaze shifted to you.

“Um, are you sure? I could just come with you now-” you cut him off.

“No! It’s fine, I don’t wanna ruin your fun or anything,” you give him a fake smile, and you know he doesn’t believe you but he doesn’t push any further.

“Fine, see you when I get back!” He waves you off as he hands the solo cup in his hand to Rose, letting her drink from him for a bit.

When you arrived at you and Taehyung’s shared apartment, you entered the shower, basking in the hot water as it hit your skin. You decided that you wouldn’t bother to wash your hair tonight, as you were too drained to do so.

After your shower, you threw on your pajamas and hopped onto your queen sized bed - enveloping yourself in your white down comforter. As if on que, you yawned as you stretched your body, hugging one of your fluffy pillows close to your body - and seen enough, you were drifting into a deep slumber.

You woke up to a tall, dark figure gently removing your comforter from your body. Eyes widening in horror, you sat up to find - not Taehyung - but a total stranger. “W-who are-” you began to shout, but the man was quick to cover your mouth with his large hand.

“Shh,” he gave you a warm smile. “I’m not here to hurt you; I’m only here to protect you, okay love?” Your mouth went dry as you had no words for this man. A second later, his warm hand was off of your mouth and you watched as he made his way to your beside table, where your lamp sat. The figure turned on the source of light and made his way back to you and pointed at your top.

“That’s going to have to come of,” he breathed and you snapped your head in his direction. “So you can put on a new one,” he finished.

“B-but this one isn’t dirty,” you whispered, peering up at the handsome man with furrowed eyebrows. “I am fully aware of that,” he chuckled. You watched as his doe eyes crinkled into little crescent moons as his grin widened and his pearly whites were revealed.

“But I just need you to do it, okay? Trust me.” With that, the man was stripping himself of his white T-shirt and placing it beside you on your bed. Before you could even say anything, he was reaching for the hem of your shirt and lifting it over your head.

You we’re so flabbergasted that you didn’t even move to cover your exposed chest, but the man seemed to not pay much attention to that part of you anyway.

Thank fuck.

“Uh, can I at least ask you who you are and why you’re here?” You asked, breath shaky. “I’m Jungkook,” was his only response.

“Okay, so why are you here?”

Instead of receiving a reply, Jungkook went on to his knees and hooked his long fingers around the spandex of your joggers, pulling them down. You still weren’t able to move, as his actions flustered you to the maximum.

Once you were free of any clothing, safe for your underwear, Jungkook got to his feet once more and grabbed his T-shirt, pulling it over your head. “There,” he sighed with an emotionless face. “Lay down, love.” Without as much as a second thought, you obliged and got comfortable on your pillow, pulling your covers over you.

You heard Jungkook shuffling around the room and you peeked from under your covers to find him removing his own joggers and pulling his underwear down with it. “What the fu- Jungkook! What are you doing?!” You squeaked.

“Just go to sleep, don’t worry about me,” he whispered back, the slightest bit of annoyance lacing his words. How could one fall asleep when a handsome stranger was stripping right in front of them? You watched as Jungkook threw his underwear somewhere across the room as he did the same to your previous clothing. He then pulled his light grey joggers back on, his upper half still bare - revealing his chocolate abs and his strong arms.

You silently watched as Jungkook made his way to the side of the bed that you weren’t laying on and climbed in, but not quite laying down just yet. “Ugh,” he puckered his face in shame. “I almost forgot.”

Before you were able to ask what it was that he forgot, Jungkook was pulling you up in a sitting position - and the next minute, he had his hand right above your chest area. You suddenly began to feel a tinge of warmth along with a small, bearable pain on your collarbone. A couple more seconds, and Jungkook was removing his hand as he admired whatever the hell it was that he’d just done to your body.

“What did you do…?” You questioned, not quite trusting this man, for you’d only knew him for about a half an hour. “Don’t worry about it, you’ll find out tomorrow, now lay down and go to sleep.”

You were too lazy to ask him anymore questions, so you did as you were told and got into your sleeping position. That was soon interrupted when you felt the boy scoot closer to you and turn you around so that you were in a spooning position (him being the big spoon, of course).

Jungkook’s arms snaked around your waist, pulling you closer - if that was even possible at this point - and he nuzzled his nose into the junction between your neck and your shoulders.

Warmth crept up your neck and settled on your cheeks as you felt Jungkook’s breath on the shell of your ear. Not only did you feel his cool breath, but you also felt his penis pressing on to your butt which had your breathing come to a halt, but you quickly found a distraction.

“Oh! The light is still on,” you said in a way too enthusiastic manner. Removing yourself from the boy’s body, you reach to turn off the light and go back to laying down - this time in a position of your choice. “What are you doing?” He asked as you layed down, facing him and his arm automatically slung around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“I like this better, I could feel your dick the other way,” you shamelessly told him and watched as his features contorted into that of amusement. “I see,” he replied. “Go to bed now.”

As your eyes fluttered shut, you took a deep breath when you felt a soft pair of lips, which you assumed was Jungkook’s, connect with yours. “Goodnight, love. I’m here now; your guardian is here.“

And with that, you’d fallen into a deep slumber - for the second time that night.

Author’s Note: Taehyung is a mess and Jungkook stripped in front of you hehe… I’m finally posting again!!! Sigh, it’s been rough this school year but I’ve mustered up enough courage and time to create LDE. Tell me what you think about it, asks and comments are always appreciated whether it be good or bad bc we all know there’s always room for improvement. Look forward to part 2!!!

[nightbts]

19+37+70 (if it's too much, then only 19+37) and namjoon, please!!! love ya

pairing: namjoon + reader (ft. hobi the matchmaker)

prompt: “Can I hold your hand? I’ve always wanted to hold your hand” + “Can I kiss you?”

word count: 1.9k

genre: fluff + humor 

prompt list :)

It was finally date night, and you didn’t know who was more nervous, You, Namjoon or Hoseok. 

“Are you sure you have everything? Your phone, your purse, you-” Hoseok rambled, as you interrupted his word-vomit, “Hoseok, I’m fine but I don’t know if you are.” you said, stifling a quiet laugh as the boy narrowed his eyes at you. 

“Hey, look, I’m just trying to set up two of my best friends and if this doesn’t work then its all my fault and we’ll able to eternally awkward and I don’t think I can personally handle tha-” 

“Hoseok.”

Giving you an exasperated look, he replied, “Yes?”  

“We’ll be okay,” you pressed, as you squeezed his shoulder reassuringly, “Now when’s Namjoon getting here?” 

Parking his car in the apartment’s parking lot, Namjoon quickly fixed his hair in the rearview mirror before letting out a deep breath. 

You can do it Namjoon. You’ve got this. You’re the man-

“Yah! Kim Namjoon! What are you doing sitting in the car? Hurry up and give Y/N the roses, she’s waiting for you, ya dimwit!” a voice yelled, making Namjoon look out the window, as his best friend ran towards his car. 

Grabbing the bouquet of flowers from the seat beside him, he quickly got out of the car as he was ushered by a frantic Hoseok to your apartment door, where you had been patiently waiting on the other side. 

Tugging at your dress for the nth time, you finally heard the doorbell ring, your heart skipping a beat at the thought of who was standing just on the other side. Smiling nervously, you opened the door to see Namjoon bickering quietly with Hoseok, until they both stopped as they noticed your smiling presence at the door. 

“Y/N…” Namjoon said breathlessly, his mind blown at how beautiful you had looked. Even though you were still the bold, bright girl he’d see at campus every day, today you looked different. It was another side of you Namjoon hadn’t seen, yet it just made him love you even more. 

“Hey Namjoon,” you mumbled shyly, as you took in the boy before you, your own cheeks flushing at how handsome you thought he looked. He was wearing a simple white button-down with khakis, a formal look that he had managed to make look casual and just right. 

Motioning to the flowers in his hand, you asked, “A-are those for me?” 

Looking quickly down at the bouquet in his hand and then back at you he stuttered, “O-o…Uh, Yes! T-These are for you!” quickly giving the flowers to you, as you held them up to your nose, inhaling the pleasant and sweet smell as you whispered back, “These are lovely, thank you.” 

“Ok you two, it’s time you get going now! Y/N, hand me those flowers- don’t worry I’ll put them in a vase- now go!” Hoseok pressured as he gently ushered you out of the door by giving you a gentle push. Flashing a grin at the two of you, he quickly closed the door behind him, leaving Namjoon and you standing alone outside your apartment door. 

“Shall we go? I made reservations at 7,” he said slowly as you looked down at your phone, realizing there were only about 30 minutes left. 

Giving him a smile, you gave him a playful wink before nodding, “Well then, let’s get this night started.” 

As you started to walk before him, Namjoon simply shook his head chuckling when he realized that the real you was there the whole time.

—

“You okay? You’ve been nervous all night,” he said simply, giving you a teasing smile that had you chuckling breathlessly.

Well, honestly, you were. Everything that night had gone too perfect. From the little talks in the car ride, the romantic dinner, and now the walk back home, with the soft light of the moon shining on the two of you, everything was perfect. But you were still scared. You were afraid that the smallest thing could ruin what you had with Namjoon, making you the bundle of nerves you were. A feeling entirely new to you. 

Rubbing your bare arm, you shook your head, “I don’t know, I think I’m just nervous because Hoseok has so much hope for us you know? And I don’t want to disappoint him or you-” 

“Well, you’ve never disappointed me Y/N,” Namjoon said softly, making you raise your brow in surprise, your cheeks flushing at the sudden comment as you met his eyes and the sincerity within them.  

Biting his own lip, Namjoon chuckled embarrassingly as he said, “Although, I do have a great idea for a prank, if you’re up to it of course.”

Hearing the word prank, your ears perked up immediately as you looked up at Namjoon, your eyes glistening and a mischievous smile gracing your face that made Namjoon grin in response. 

That was it. The very smile he’d fallen for. 

“Hit me with what you got, Kim.” 

–

“I’m rude?! Excuse me?! At least I wasn’t the one flirting with the waitress every time she came to our table!” you yelled, trudging through your front door in extreme anger. 

Your face was flushed, as you threw your purse onto the couch, crossing your arms as you turned to face Namjoon, the man’s face mirroring yours exactly. 

Following behind you, Namjoon scoffed, “Oh please! Like you were any better. You were on your phone half the time. Seems like you were on a date with whoever you were texting more than your actual date, oh let me remind you, who was me!” 

“Woah, what’s going on here?” a voice inquired, when a look of panic filling his features as Hoseok slowly walked into the living room, “Is everything alright-” 

“Alright?! Jung Hoseok, this is all your damn fault! How could you set me up on a date with a rude, inconsiderate idiot like him-”

“I’m the inconsiderate one?!”

“Uh, hello, yes! You literally went ahead and ordered what you wanted without even asking me, oh and you slammed the car door behind me too. What was that all about?” you argued, your hands now clenched into tight fists at your sides, your breathing slowly turning heavy. 

“I’m so sorry, were you expecting royal treatment after that shitty night-” 

“Guys! Stop, what are you doing? This isn’t like you!” Hoseok yelled, his eyes shaking as he looked at his two best friends who stood across the room, both sending glares as sharp as daggers at each other. 

“Oh please Hoseok, you clearly didn’t know her well enough. She’s just not datable, period.” Namjoon sneered, making you gasp as you bit back, “Not datable? Kim, I’d look in the mirror if I were you.” 

“I don’t need to-”

“Oh yeah, think again cause I sure think you do-!”

“STOP!” Hoseok yelled loudly, shutting the two of you up immediately as you bit back on your comment, Namjoon doing the same. 

“What the hell is going on?!” Hoseok asked again, complete confusion and distress written across his usually-happy features, “I-I thought you guys liked each other-”

“Ha-!”

“As if I could ever-”

“Alright! That’s IT!” Hoseok scolded as he grabbed you and Namjoon by the arm, while the two of you attempted to shrug him off, Hoseok’s grip only tightened. 

Pushing the both of you back outside, he stated firmly, “Until you figure things out, you’re not coming back in!” and with that Hoseok slammed the door in your faces, as you Namjoon and you stood outside in silence. 

Turning to look at one another, until the both of you couldn’t handle it anymore, you both burst out into laughter, clutching your stomachs at the hilarity of the situation. 

“Did you see his face? He looked so distressed, I’m-” Namjoon gasped through his laughter. 

Erupting in giggles, you exclaimed, your lips pursed into a pout, “Aww…He probably feels so bad right now.” 

“What do I do? What do I do?” Namjoon mimicked, grabbing his hair in frustration and imitating a look Hoseok often has when distressed, making you laugh only harder until Namjoon put a finger to his lips. 

“Shh, we don’t wanna give us away already now do we?” He said, still laughing softly as you quickly nodded, stifling your own giggles as you wiped away the tears from your eyes from laughing way too hard. 

“Today was fun Y/N, really. I had a great time.” Namjoon finally said, breaking the soft silence after the both of you had calmed down from your laughter. 

Smiling widely at him, you blushed, “I did too. Pranking Hoseok never get’s old does it?”

Grinning, Namjoon nodded in agreement when suddenly you saw him take a shy, small step closer towards you. Seconds later, you looked down in surprise as you saw his fingers interlace with yours as they gently caressed your hand.  Namjoon’s voice came down to a soft whisper as he said, “You know? I’ve always wanted to hold your hand.” 

Glancing up at him, your eyes widened as you met his soft eyes that shined as bright as all the stars combined that night. It was as if they were trying to send you a message, one that your body seemed to immediately understand. 

The both of you gradually moved closer to one another, not knowing when or how. His face was simply inches away as you looked down shyly, your entire face turning a soft shade of crimson at the sudden change of proximity between the both of you. 

“Y/N?” Namjoon whispered softly, his warm breath fanning your flushed cheeks.

“Hmm?” you replied as you shifted on your feet nervously before gathering up the courage to look up at him, your eyes meeting his yet once again. 

“I-U-Uh-” Namjoon started, before clearing his throat as he saw you looking at him earnestly, your round, innocent eyes blinking at him before he stammered, “C-Can I kiss you?”  

Eyes going wide at the request, you bit your lip before looking back at Namjoon who’s gaze was already set on your lips and nothing else, making you do the same. 

As your head began to nod, the word yes slipping past your lips in a hushed whisper, Namjoon’s large hands hugged your face, his fingers curling up behind your ears and into your soft hair as he pulled you close to him. His plump, soft lips met yours in a soft embrace, as he kissed you like you both had all the time in the world. Pulling away, he drew back for a second as he leaned in again, this time with you melting completely under his touch as your fingers gripped onto the front of his shirt tightly. 

Pulling away, your forehead resting against his, a small whine escaped Namjoon’s lips as he breathed, voice husky, as his words thrummed through your skin, blood rushing through your veins, “God-I could kiss you forever…”

Giggling softly in response, your head tilted to the side, saying cutely, “Well now, you always can,” as you stood up on your toes to meet his lips yet once again, when suddenly a loud voice screeched from the front door, startling the both of you. As you pulled away, you and Namjoon looked to see Hoseok standing outside, his mouth dropped open as he pointed at the two of you. 

“What the hell?!”

[cannedapricot]

Police Officer! Hwang Minhyun

happy one month of scenarios from cannedapricot!! i can’t believe it’s been a month already! here’s a super short and hopefully sweet police officer! hwang minhyun. no one has gifed minhyun in the police uniform yet bUT IT’S OK I LOVE THIS GIF TOO

welcome to hongdae’s main police station

if you enter and head down the hallway, then turn right, you’ll be met with the sight of a couple dozen cops buzzing around the office

some interrogating sleasy looking men

some annoyed that they have to deal with the same crowd of teenagers again.

minhyun worked as a senior inspector at this very station

it wasn’t super high on the ranks but it was certainly impressive for this age (i think,,,, don’t quote me on it)

his co-workers loved calling him the emperor of the station because reALLY THAT’S WHAT HE’S LIKE

he sank back into his chair, tired eyes gazing over the hectic office

and downed his nth cup of coffee for the evening

this was a normal sight in the station

people talking in hushed tones, phones ringing, someone from thaT ONE SQUAD OF TEENAGERS THROWING UP

OVER THE NEWLY CLEANED FL O O R

MINHYUN LOWKEY WANTS TO THROW UP HIMSELF

INH A L ES

IT’s ok

it was worse on a friday night

or saturday early morning

minhyun was just,,,,, ready for a nap

and so without knowing, his eyes end up closing by themselves

until he was woken by junior inspector! jaehwan

“lol hyung if your that tired we could change spots-”

“as long as i’m breathing, you’re not getting promoted”

he has no idea how jaehwan even made it thus far 

“what do you need now?”

minhyun says as he sits up in his chair

“we finaLLY GOT YOU AN ASSISTANT!!!!”

“what”

“all of us thought that you were working way too hard,,,, sOOOOooOoOO WE GOT YOU A GIFT!!!”

“i’m not a thing to be given, kim jaehwan”

you said, popping into minhyun’s sight from behind jaehwan

“oops??”

you ignored jaehwan lol

“hi!! i’m y/n! i’ll be assisting you from now on!!!!”

“oh,,,, uh,,,, hi,,,,, are you trained?”

trained???

what are you???? a dog????

jk

honestly,,,,

you were just looking for a job to earn some extra money while you look for a stable job

and as if it was a miracle!!!11!!111

your old friend fromm high school, kim jaehwan, rang you up and asked if you were interested in working with a good looking dude

aka him

you shot him down

“ok how about a more average looking dude”

you agreed because wow you were running out of instant noodles

and real quick too

hE NEVER TOLD YOU ANYTHING ABOUT THIS JOB????

HE JUST CAME OVER ONE DAY AND SORTA KIDNAPPED YOU OVER TO THE STATION

YOU WERE NOT DRESSED PROFFESSIONALLY

to this day, you’re still suspicious about how jaehwan knew you needed a job

he said that he had magical powers

in reality though

he saw your snapchat story

ft. your cat and you complaining about how much your wallet was crying

and thought about how tired minhyun looked everyday

anD CONNECTED DOTS

back to your awk asf meeting with your boss

“ha,,,, tr a in e d????”

“o H,,,,, UM IT’S OK,,, I’LL JUST TEACH YOU HOW TO DO THE PAPERWORK”

cue jaehwan wiping invisible tears

“ah,,,, minhyun finally gets to relax a little *fake sobs*”

“you can leave now”

you and minhyun say at the same time

and you figured that the two of you would get along just fine

skip forward a few weeks

you and minhyun weren’t the stiff pair from two weeks ago

in fact, you two didn’t seem like just co-workers

after taking off some of the weight from minhyun’s shoulders, minhyun seemed more energetic 

instead of sitting at his desk tiredly after a day of work, he’d bring in two cups of hot coffee and meet you with a bright smile

you would return his smile of course

you and minhyun had this system were you would take most of the paper work and minhyun would take care of anything that requires him to physically be there lol

and he would return every evening with two cups of coffee and his 1000000 watt smile

iT WAS ADORABLE

ALL THE OTHER OFFICERS LOWKEY COO OVER YOU TWO

IT WAS LIKE YOU GUYS WERE AN OLD MARRIED COUPLE TO BE HONEST

IT SEEMED LIKE YOU’VE DONE THIS JOB TOGETHER FOR YEARS

also,,,, they’ve seen the way minhyun looks away from his share of the work just to stare at you

he loves how hard working you are

of course, you were adorable normally buT SOMEHOW

YOU GET 10x MORE WHEN YOU’RE CONCENTRATING

but uh

minhyun was hopeless with girls

his co-workers figured that out

with a helpful tip off from jaehwan lmao

they legit have a group chat dedicated to playing cupid for you two

mostly gossips though

“heY JAEHWAN HAVE THEY COME BACK FROM THEIR STROLL YET???”

by stroll they mean the night duties minhyun has around the block 

he takes you along with him soooooo 👀👀👀👀

you’d be lying if you said that minhyun didn’t look 10x as good under the streetlights at night

you’d also be lying if you said that you had no feelings for him

YOU LOWKEY GET A HEART ATTACK WHENEVER YOU LOOK AT HIM

HOW DOES SOMEONE SO ETHEREAL EXIST

and his cute actions don’t help either

he openly complains to you whenever some drunk person throws up on the tiles he cleaned personally  h o u r s before

spoiler

he looks cute whining

you didn’t think he cared as much about you as you care for him

untilll ll ll lllllll  👀 👀 👀 👀

one day

you weren’t feeling 100%

so you rang up the station and told them that you were gonna take a day off

but for some reason cough the other officers purposely didn’t say anything cough minhyun didn’t get the message

when he arrived at the station, he expected you to be at your desk (less than three meters away from his own) like you were every day

bUT YOU WE R EN ‘T

enter: panic mode

he thinks that you had enough of him and quit without telling him

minhyun gets your address from jaehwan 

who was totally ready and even had your address written down on a piece of paper

minhyun didn’t even think about it lol

he zoomed over to your place

you were just lounging on your couch, your roommate gone to work for the day

you were trying your best to not let snot flow out of your nose l ma o

while going through your phone

until you heard,

frANTIC KNOCKING

your phone dropped onto your face

thAT SHIT HURTS

YOUR CAT RAN AWAY FROM YOU FROM THE NOISE IT MADE LMAO

wincing, you shuffle towards the door

not looking through the peephole, you open the door, still rubbing your nose lol

there stood hwang minhyun, emperor of the hongdae police station, trying his best to catch his breath

THE BOY RAN ALL THE WAY HERE

PROPS TO YOU MY MAN

“what- minhyun? what are you doing-”

minhyun suddenly holds you in a tight ass hug

“i’m so sorry for whatever i’ve done to offend you,,,, please don’t hate me”

you’re confused™

“what are you talking about? i took a day off because i wasn’t feeling well”

 O H

W E L L   

I S N ’ T T H I S A W K W A R D

clears throat awkwardly

also releases you awkwardly

rubs neck awkwardly

“i thought that,,,, maybe i did something,,,,, and you quit the job,,,”

he said his voice getting smaller with each word

yOU LAUGHED

“YOU’RE ADORABLE”

minhyun becomes mintomato 

“a-anyway,,, you said you weren’t feeling well? i guess i’ll make you some soup then.”

he pushes you aside and lets himself in

iNHALES SHARPLY

THE MESS YOU HAVE MADE WITH YOUR TISSUES

“y/n. what is this?”

“ah shit”

minhyun turns to you with the creepiest smile

you immediately ran to chuck the used tissues away

minhyun somehow digs out your rubber gloves and sanitizer in the meantime 

and starts spraying e v e r y t h i n g

makes you sit on the couch and not do anything

after he’s satisfied that everything was spotless

he turns to make you soup

you sigh in relief because thaNK THE HEAVENS YOUR ROOMMATE WENT GROCERY SHOPPING YESTERDAY 

so you sit on the couch, on your phone, as minhyun slaves away in the kitchen

you look over once in a while 

you saw him cutting vegetables (bOYF MATERIAL RIGHT THERE LADIES)

you also saw him ringing up the station presumably making some excuse that he couldn’t make it anymore (the co-workers know exactly what he was doing tho 👀👀)

then you saw him mucking around on his phone

seemingly like he was texting???

jaehwan perhaps

bUT UNKNOWN TO YOU

MINHYUN WAS GOING OVER WHAT TO SAY FOR HIS GREAT CONFESSION PLAN™

while the soup was taking it’s time obviously

he was typing out phrases in his messaging app

the contact being you

y/n i like you. date me

too straight-forward. no

y/n your honestly the most prettiest girl i’ve ever met lets go on a date

ew too cheesy. no

y/n i like you and your dumb quirks. even though your sick right now, you’re still the most adorable human being i’ve ever seen

lol too dumb. no-

oH SHIT

HIS THUMB BRUSHED THE SEND BUTTON

AND

IT

SENT

HE HEARS THE DING FROM THE OTHER ROOM

OH SHI-

“hey minhyun did you just send me a message?”

“y ea h ?”

he squeaked

you chuckle

“hey,, come here for a bit”

he shuffles over

you pull him by the collar and press a small kiss on his cheek

“i like you and your dumb clean freak self as well”

minhyun squeaks again

in happiness

“so,,,,,, are we,,,,, you know,,,,, a thing now?”

“if you want us to be”

yOU WERE SMILING SO BRIGHT

MINHYUN COULDN’T HELP BUT LET OUT A CUTE GRIN

“what excuse did you tell the station?”

you asked

“i said that my girlfriend was sick and i had to take care of her”

???????????

LIES

minhyun actually said something about his dog being sick

was he implying that you were a dog????? because minhyun doesn’t own a dog??????

you’re a trained dog now

minhyun grows red in embarassment

whAT DID HE JUST SA  Y

and he withers in it until you realize something

“um minhyun?”

“yeah?”

“the soup,,,,, it’s boiling and spashing out,,,,,”

MINHYUN BASICALLY FLASHED HIS WAY INTO THE KITCHEN

YOU’VE NEVER SEEN SOMEONE RUN SO FAST IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE

ENJOY THE REST OF YOUR LIFE WITH AN IDIOT POLICE OFFICER YOU NOOB

wow isn’t minhyun lowkey kinda ooc here. this is the shortest thing i’ve ever written at 1.6k,,,,, but it still took fo r ev er. DISCLAIMER: i have no idea about how the police work,,, everything here is from my imagination and the dramas i’ve watched sodufbvsb

in other news, wanna one has wrecked apricot, she is no longer alive. i juST WANT ONGNIEL TO BE HAPPY SOBS

in other, other news, happy one month kiddos!!! i love you all and stay healthy!! full length scenarios will be back after my exams!!! wait for me <3333