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jungshookz · 1 year

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jimin's kind of a dickhead & y/n is very close to losing it

➺ pairing; park jimin x reader // dickhead!jimin x TA!y/n

➺ genre; clearly i’m in my university!au era (can u blame me)!! honk honk humour!! do i smell enemies to lovers?? clichés clichés clichés but who around here isn’t a sucker for a good cliché!! let me indulge!!

➺ wordcount; 3.5k

➺ summary; y/n’s a teaching assistant for the summer semester’s english class and she thinks she’d have a much more pleasant time if one of the students wasn’t an obnoxiously-huge-sunglasses-wearing-comes-to-class-fashionably-late park jimin.

➺ what to expect; “you look way too young to be an actual TA. or at least a TA who knows what they’re doing.”

➺ currently spinning on the record player; popular (with playboy carti & madonna) — the weeknd

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you’re not sure if you’ve ever been this nervous for something before.

it’s not that you don’t know how to speak in front of a large crowd or you have stage fright or something like that, but after working your way up and finally landing the position as a TA for your english professor, the fact that you have to speak in front of a big group of students close to your age and have them actually respect you didn’t hit you up until now, ten minutes before class starts

and you feel like you’re about to simultaneously piss your pants and shit a brick at the same time.

you spent nearly forty minutes this morning picking out an outfit because you wanted to wear something that said “i’m professional, but i’m still cool and casual and you can talk to me about anything BUT there’s still a line that you can’t cross with me because i’m the TA and i’m not just one of you guys even though i kind of am one of you guys” and to be honest, there wasn’t a lot in your closet that screamed specifically that

you ended up going with a pair of bootcut jeans and a tank top with a light cardigan over top: professional, but still approachable�� at least, you hope that’s the vibe you give off.

“okay, y/n…” you mutter, looking at your reflection in your little compact mirror to make sure your eyeliner isn’t smudging and there are no remnants of your breakfast croissant in your teeth, “‘hi everyone, i’m y/n, i graduated last year but i’m in my first year at our school’s grad program… really excited to get to know everyone this semester! promise i’ll take it easy on you when i’m grading your papers…’” you recite neatly, nodding to yourself in content

that’s a good way to introduce yourself, right?

it’s lighthearted but you’re still reminding all the students that they have to be on their best behaviour and they should be handing in their best work

“god.” you snap your compact shut and slip it back into your purse, leaning back against the wall and reaching up to adjust your glasses

…but what if they think you’re trying too hard to get them to like you?

this feels like you’re about to go out on a first date with eighty people all at the same time

and now that you think about it, you don’t feel like you’re going to shit a brick — you feel like you’re about to shit out an entire house.

“good morning, y/n!”

“professor kim! good morning!” you stand up from the bench when professor kim walks in through the doors, offering him warm smile and straightening your posture a little, “i got here earlier than i’d expected and i wasn’t sure where to go so i thought i’d just meet you at your office, sorry about that…”

professor kim seokjin had been your english professor from second year up to when you graduated, and after you told him that you were planning on continuing your studies and that you’d been accepted into your school’s graduate program, he made the generous offer to take you under his wing as his TA for the summer semester

you took the opportunity, of course, not just because becoming a TA would look really good on your resume, but also because you genuinely enjoy professor kim’s company and his classes are never boring (and it certainly doesn’t hurt that kim seokjin is very nice to look at)

and to be honest, you didn’t have much planned for the summer in the first place so it’d be good to make a little money and get some teaching experience

“what are you sorry for? the early bird catches the worm, you know what they say,” he beams, nodding towards the exit, “are you ready for your first official class as my TA?”

“i am!” you lie, forcing a bright smile on your face as you walk alongside him, “i mean- i’m- i’m a little nervous, but i… it should be fun! and summer classes usually aren’t as big of a size as the fall semester classes, so that’s easing my nerves a bit…”

“don’t worry, you’ll be great! and because this is our first class, you really won’t have to do much. i’m just going over the syllabus and then we’ll move onto a few writing exercises — and you’re right, summer class sizes are much smaller than the ones in the fall semester. there are only 80 students.” professor kim flicks his wrist casually and your eyes widen in surprise

eighty

eighty students

eighty sets of eyeballs staring right at you

you weren’t expecting eighty students — maybe, like twenty at the most

it’s summer!!! why the hell are people going to summer school?!

“eighty!” your voice cracks slightly and you clear your throat quickly before letting out a light chuckle, “right! i knew that. eighty.” you adjust your backpack over your shoulder as you trail alongside professor kim, chewing on the inside of your cheek anxiously

“and all you have to do today is introduce yourself and then walk around the auditorium and tend to any raised hands. honestly, you’re going to be fine. you were a fantastic student and i’m sure you’ll be a fantastic TA.”

“thank you, professor.” you smile shyly, feeling a little more confident knowing that professor kim thinks you’re going to be a fantastic TA

he’s right

you have nothing to worry about

you’re going to be great and this summer semester is going to be even better!

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you can feel your heart thrumming away in your chest as you stand in the corner by the front, keeping a polite smile on your face as the students begin to trickle in and the auditorium starts to fill up

a few of them smile at you and a few of them don’t, which is what you expected so you’re not taking anything personally

(of course, there was a group of students who looked at you and then muttered something to each other and looked back at you, but you’re trying not to hyper-fixate on whatever the hell that was)

((you will hyper-fixate on it in the privacy of your own apartment after class))

you have to admit that during your time as an undergraduate student, you usually never really noticed the TA and you were more focused on finding a spot in the auditorium or finding your friends

so maybe you really don’t need to be as nervous as you are right now!

you force yourself to stop clicking your pen anxiously before shoving it into the back pocket of your jeans, holding your hands in front of you as you continue to smile and say a few quite hi there’s and hello, hi’s as the students walk past you

a few more minutes of settling in goes by and you’re not sure what to do as you stand up at the front, occasionally looking over to see what professor kim’s up to

his back is turned to the students as he busies himself with connecting his laptop to the big screen up front and you would help out but you already offered at the beginning but he said he could handle it so…

“alright, everyone! welcome to english 405… settle down, please… thank you…” professor kim claps his hands together a few times to get everyone’s attention, the voices from the crowd dying out little by little, “thank you so much for being here! i know summer classes aren’t exactly ideal, but i promise our time together won’t feel like a giant drag in the mud.” he smiles, leaning back against the table as he folds his sleeves up to his elbows, “now, i see a few familiar faces in the crowd because i’ve had you in some of my classes last semester, but for those of you who don’t know me, my name is seokjin. you can call me professor kim or just professor if you’d like. you can’t call me seokjin or jin or man or my G or whatever the hell else you people are calling each other nowadays because i worked far too hard for my PhD for a 20-something year old to think it’s okay to come up to me and call me ‘dawg’.”

you can’t help but giggle with the class at professor kim’s introduction as you settle into your seat by the front, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back comfortably (you’re reminded that because you’re at the front and can be perceived by people that you should probably sit properly and not like a boiled shrimp)

“now, to be honest, i don’t have too much planned for our first class together just because it is the first class, so we’ll most likely cover the syllabus, do a few writing exercises to warm up those thinking caps, look over the reading list- that should’ve been emailed to you two weeks before classes started, so if you didn’t get that email, please let me or my lovely TA know-“ professor kim turns towards you with a smile before gesturing to you, “speaking of my lovely TA, would you like to introduce yourself?”

“i-“ before you get the chance to stand up from your seat, the auditorium doors swing open and smack against the walls, causing you to jolt in surprise and for everyone to turn back and look at who the hell is being so disruptive, “i…”

whoever he is has a pair of giant sunglasses on as he trots down the steps, clearly not in a rush, an iced americano in one hand and a laptop tucked underneath his armpit

an oversized black hoodie hangs on his figure along with a pair of ripped jeans, and you can’t help but frown because on one hand, it’s fine to be late if you come in and take a seat in the back quietly (you’ve been late to more than a few lectures because of a missed alarm, but you always try to be as courteous as you can as to not disrupt the class because you’re a decent human being), but practically kicking the door down and then making the auditorium steps your own runway is another thing

“jimin! so nice of you to join us this morning.” professor kim clears his throat, and you watch as this jimin guy takes a seat right in front of where your seat is off to the side, “i was wondering when you were going to show up.”

“what, i’m not late, am i?” jimin checks the time on his watch before taking his sunglasses off, leaning over and tossing it onto your seat, “it’s 9:06, prof.”

“surprised you even showed up at all.” professor kim mutters under his breath before reaching over to gently tap you on the shoulder, “sorry about that- please, go ahead and introduce yourself now that all of us, hopefully, are here.”

“i, uh- yes, thank you, professor-“ you clear your throat with a polite smile, turning back to face the front even though you find your eyes flickering over to glance at jimin, “i’m y/n and i’m super excited to get to know all of you this semester! i graduated last year but i’m in my first year of our school’s graduate program. and i’ll promise to be nice when i’m grading your papers if you promise that you won’t hand in any bad papers.” you try to bite back the shit-eating grin on your face when that gets a laugh from the audience and you press your lips together (jimin, you notice, hasn’t even cracked a smile), taking a small step back before turning to look at professor kim for your next move

“yes, y/n will be the one who’ll hand your papers back to you and she’ll be the one who deals with your ‘can you bump my 65 up to a 98’ requests, so please be nice to her…” the class laughs again and you’re reminded of why you loved being in professor kim’s classes so much, because he’s such a charmer! “does anyone have any questions for y/n?”

“not a question, just an observation-” jimin chimes in, leaning back against the seats as he runs a hand through his hair, “you look way too young to be an actual TA. or at least a TA who knows what they’re doing.”

“i- well, sorry to disappoint, but i am a TA.” you chuckle lightly, eyes narrowing slightly, “and i can assure you i know what i’m doing.”

“alright, we’ll see about that.” jimin raises both hands in defence and you can’t help but feel your eye twitch at how much of an asshole he’s being despite literally not knowing you at all

“by the way, class starts at 9, not 9:06.” you force a smile on your face, “not a question, just an observation.” you hear a couple of ‘oh, shit’s’ and low ‘oooooh’s’ from the crowd and you have to remind yourself to keep it professional because the last thing you want is to look like you’re bullying the students in front of professor kim

jimin’s jaw ticks as he shifts in his seat, “right, thanks. i’ll keep that in mind.”

“alright. we’ll see about that.” you shove his own words right back into his face again before turning to look back at the class, your smile softening significantly

“if there are no other questions or observations for y/n, let’s get started!” professor kim jumps in before anyone else gets the chance to say anything and you can’t help but feel a little bit of relief because one more second and you probably would’ve said something out of pocket like how massive jimin’s sunglasses are and how it makes him look as though one of santa’s elves escaped from the north pole and decided to go all wannabe emo, “now, i hate technology so i’ve printed the syllabuses out which will be handed out to you by y/n…”

you immediately snap into TA mode, turning around to pick the stack of syllabuses up from the table and cradling them to your chest, splitting them into sections so you can hand them out to the students at the end of the rows for them to hand them down the line

for the most part, everyone seems very nice and well-behaved, and you get a few compliments on your cardigan or your earrings or your glasses as you continue to hand the papers out (you’re pretty sure it’s because everyone’s trying to get on your good side so that when they beg you to change their grade on a paper you will, but you’re not that easy to bribe) but you find the smile fading on your face as you walk down the steps only to see jimin with an arm raised lazily in the air

the rings on his fingers twinkle slightly under the bright auditorium lights and you can’t help but notice how pretty his hands are

…they would be prettier if he wasn’t such a jackass

“jimin! how can i help you?” you press your lips together, resisting the urge to pretend like you never saw his arm and just keep walking

“could i get another one?” jimin asks, raising the copy of the syllabus he has to show you, “the staple on this one is weirdly wonky.”

“is that so? so sorry about that, i can get you another one if you can just give me a sec…” you decide to play nice considering the fact there’s always a TA evaluation at the end of each semester and you don’t know jimin but he seems like the type to completely rip someone apart in an anonymous evaluation

“i’m guessing you stapled them?”

“i did.” you nod, making your way over to your bag before bending over to dig through it for your spare copies

“hm.” jimin tilts his head slightly as his gaze drops to your ass, “makes sense.”

to be perfectly honest, he couldn’t give less of a shit about the wonky staple on his syllabus

he just didn’t like that dig you made at him about being six minutes late (six minutes isn’t even that big of a deal, you’re so obviously a teacher’s pet and he hates eager little teacher’s pets) so now he’s made it his mission to make this class a big ol’ nightmare for you for the rest of the semester

and sure, he can admit that you’re actually pretty attractive and he could see himself hitting on you if he met you at a bar or a club or something, but you’re his TA and you’re a stickler for rules so that kind of kills the vibe

…well, that’s not entirely true

there’s something about you being his TA that’s making his stomach swirl and he can’t really blame himself when his brain conjures up the image of him bending you over your desk as a way to bribe you to give him a higher grade on his papers because he’s certainly not planning on investing a lot of time or effort in this class since it’s just an elective

jimin shifts in his seat as he watches you crouch down so you can dig into your bag even more, your waist dipping and curving out into your hips quite nicely from this angle

…

he’s totally going to get you fold for him and convince you to give him a good grade by the end of the semester.

his tongue pokes out to swipe over his bottom lip at the thought of him coming to see you after hours (because of course you’re going to make an exception for him and allow him to see you at any time he wants, he’ll make sure of it) and again, he can’t blame anyone but himself when he can practically hear you moaning for his dick in his head (“what’s that, baby? you gonna bump me up to an eighty or am i gonna have to do a little more convincing?” “e-eighty, i’ll- ah- i’ll bump you up to an eighty, i-i will-“)

“here you go! a fresh copy for you.” jimin is rudely yanked from his fantasy when you suddenly shove a fresh copy of a syllabus in his face for him to take, “sorry that took me a minute, i have a lot of papers in my bag…”

“you’re good, y/n.” jimin smiles up at you as he takes the paper from you, “thank you for finding another copy for me. and i’m sorry about that comment i made earlier about you looking too young to be a TA, i was just being a shithead. i’m sure you could tell by the way the prof talked to me that this isn’t my first rodeo.”

you blink rapidly in surprise and almost immediately jimin can tell the wall you had up crumbles away as you give him a genuine smile in return, “oh! no problem at all, thank you for apologizing… i’m- i’m sorry i called you out on being late to class, i just- yeah, didn’t appreciate the comment you made about me-“

“oh, no, i totally get it. i would do the same thing if i were in your shoes. your comebacks were really clever. i would’ve laughed but i didn’t wanna give you the win.” jimin teases with a boyish grin and you find yourself blushing at his compliment

huh

maybe you were too quick to judge him so quickly

and even if he hadn’t come to class late and made a dig at you, you can’t deny the fact that the man is absolutely gorgeous

“alright, well- oh, coming!” you nod, raising your hand slightly to acknowledge one of the students in the back when you see them raise their hand before looking back down at jimin, “lemme know if you need anything.”

“oh, i will. thank you, y/n.” there’s almost a playful glint that flashes in jimin’s eyes and you nod again before heading up the stairs, your heart skipping a beat in your chest

interesting

very interesting

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💫 or perhaps you want something shorter to read? (drabbles and mini series!)

🌟 or something even shorter? (teeny tidbits!)

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blog-name-idk · 2 years

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Mold a Pretty Lie | 07

Pairing: professor!Jin x Fem undergrad!Reader

Genre: College!AU, Unhealthy relationships, toxic relationships, virgin reader, eventual yandere, eventual smut

Summary: They say love is like a garden that requires regular care and attention. Kim Seokjin, your kind and handsome professor, is more than happy to cultivate the vines that bind his heart to yours.

Word Count: 4139

Rating: 18+

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"Heyyy! Lookin' good [Y/n]!" called Ashley, waving as she made her way past rows of other students with their posters. You perked up at the sight of someone new. The judging professors had long since come by and asked you questions about your research, and you were now just twiddling your thumbs and wondering how long you were supposed to stay at your station.

"Me or my poster?" you asked with a laugh when she was close, dodging when she tried to ruffle your hair.

"Both! But I already knew your poster was going to be good."

You beamed at the upperclassman's praise. Ashley was one of those people who seemed both effortlessly cool and brilliant, whose casual confidence was something you hoped to achieve one day.

You opened your mouth to respond, only to be distracted by three familiar faces.

"Sierra? Tae? Jimin?" you asked in surprise, not having expected any other visitors. "What are you doing here?"

"You've worked so hard on this all semester, of course we wouldn't miss it!"

Your roommate rolled her eyes as if offended you even had to ask, and you felt warmth bloom in your chest. She said it so matter-of-factly, like it was a given, and you were overcome with appreciation for your friends.

You could count on one hand the number of times anyone had shown up for your achievements. When you had landed the leading role as Sandy in your middle school production of Grease – which, why had that even been a thing when they had to remove all references to "inappropriate" topics – your dad had to work the whole weekend while your mother drove your older sister's high school volleyball team to regionals. When you placed first in your high school science fair, the only one there to cheer you on was Phoebe - mostly because everyone in your grade had been forced to participate.

You were the second child, the one whose good grades were unremarkable because your older sister got them first. Your issues were overlooked or forgotten because you weren't as loud and dramatic as your younger sister.

You knew your parents loved you, but it still hurt to feel like an afterthought when all you ever wanted was for them to at least acknowledge your successes even half as much as they did when baby Brooke got a B on her final English paper. Yes, she had worked hard when her grades had been in the gutter, but hadn't you worked just as hard the entire year?

The fact that your three new friends had taken time out of their day to come to some weird academic showcase you hadn't even officially invited them to – well, it was affecting you much more than you would have thought.

"Whoa, hey, are you okay?"

Taehyung was suddenly in front of you, his hand on your arm and you realized your eyes were suddenly burning with tears.

"Um," you hiccuped, taking a deep breath to keep your emotions at bay. "I'm just - thanks for coming, it really means a lot."

"Awww you're so cute," cooed Ashley, wrapping her arms around you from behind and shaking you obnoxiously from side-to-side.

"Oh my god, get off," you wheezed with a laugh, secretly grateful for the distraction from your inconvenient influx of feelings. "Guys, this is Ashley. She's my TA and works with Dr. Kim too."

"Nice to meet you all," she said with a grin, freeing you from her grip to wave cheerfully at the newcomers. "Glad to see [Y/n] has such good friends, mine wouldn't come even if I begged."

"Well we love [Y/n]!" piped Sierra, so enthusiastically you blinked. "I mean, platonically. At least I do. I mean, we're good friends. Just friends."

You, Taehyung, and Jimin stared at the normally unflappable Sierra and her uncharacteristic babbling. Then you looked at Ashley, whose lips were twitching.

"What did you say your name was?" asked your TA, cocking her head and smiling. You were suddenly reminded that Ashley was very attractive and very much into women. It was just hard for you to notice other people when Dr. Kim was right there.

"I'm Sierra," your roommate replied a little breathlessly, though she seemed to have at least found an additional brain cell to keep her stable.

"Were you interested in any of the other projects?" asked Ashley nonchalantly. "I could walk you through them."

"I mean, if you don't mind," Sierra replied, trying - and failing - to appear just as nonchalant. With a cheery wave, Ashley took Sierra's hand and ushered her away before anyone else could get a word in.

"Wow," was all Jimin said as he watched them leave. He sounded so admiring that you found yourself giggling. "I want to be her when I grow up."

"Are you sure you don't want to go with them?" you teased, absolutely tickled that your roommate and your TA might be hitting it off. You had never seen Sierra so wide-eyed before, and it was incredibly endearing.

"We came to see you," Taehyung replied with his usual easy grin. You smiled back, feeling warm and fuzzy. Even after that uncomfortable exchange with Taehyung, he and Jimin had continued pestering you during and after lectures. They toned down the flirting, but otherwise still treated you the same way as before. The only reason you hung out less these days was because you were so busy with finals and this project.

It went a long way toward soothing the hurt and uncertainty you had felt at Dr. Kim's well-meaning - but likely unfounded - concern. You'd given no indication that your decision had changed, and yet they had even come to a boring science showcase to show their support.

So when you realized Taehyung's hand was still on your arm, you didn't move away.

"Well, do you want to hear about my incredibly exciting research on ocean temperatures?" you joked, only for the boys to nod.

"Please enlighten us, Professor [L/n]," said Jimin, a mischievous grin on his pouty lips. "What could possibly have been interesting enough to keep you working on this instead of hanging out with us?"

You rolled your eyes at his dramatics, though you were unable to keep the smile off your face.

"Oh you know, mass extinction, the loss of ecosystems, and the eventual impact it'll have on human society," you replied, giving him an innocent smile.

"Okay, but do those ecosystems steal you late night pizza from the cafeteria?" asked Taehyung teasingly, making you laugh and shake your head.

"I guess you two have your uses," you teased. Jimin gasped in mock-affront, making you laugh again. You missed hanging out with these two.

"I'm glad some people are having fun today."

You jumped and turned to see Dr. Kim behind you. He was smiling, but his normally twinkling eyes looked a little sharper when they zeroed in on how close the boys were standing, and for a moment you felt like you were doing something wrong. Then you shook off the odd sensation.

It was probably just because as far as Dr. Kim knew, Taehyung had been toying with you while juggling other girls. Not to mention the ill-considered kiss you definitely did not lie awake at night kicking yourself over.

But Jimin had actually pulled you aside separately to explain to you exactly what happened during the conversation Dr. Kim had seen. He had been uncharacteristically serious, telling you he wasn't trying to change your mind, just that he wanted you to have all the information because Taehyung didn't want to seem like he was pushing you to forgive him. Jimin had also assured you that whatever you decided, they did still want to be friends, and he'd tone his behavior down.

Oddly enough, the conversation in which Jimin assured you that you were still important to him even if you didn't have feelings for him, was enough for you to start seeing him in a different light. You had always enjoyed his presence and his teasing attitude, but he seemed so flighty and flirty that it was hard to take him seriously. His obvious care and consideration - not just towards you, but to Taehyung - showed you he could be thoughtful when necessary.

The Kiss Incident - well, it was a one-off mistake, a blip in the otherwise normal trajectory of your college life. Dr. Kim himself had said it couldn't happen again. Even if he had enjoyed it. Well, more specifically said "it wasn't entirely unwelcome," but you would let your daydreams exist where they could.

And anyway, even if Dr. Kim was just concerned about Taehyung or Jimin messing with you, it was your business. He was your professor, not your father (not that either of your parents checked in very often anyway) or… or any other type of role that gave him the right to comment on your personal life.

So why, when he looked at you with those dark eyes, did you feel the urge to assure him that nothing was going on with the boys?

Was it because no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't get the brief pressure of his lips as he reciprocated the kiss out of your mind? Or because sometimes when you caught his eye, his perfect lips curved into a smirk that made your mouth go dry?

Despite his words - of his kind, humiliating rejection and insistence that nothing of the sort could ever happen again - Dr. Kim's behavior still confused you. The sporadic touches when he was close, the little gifts he'd leave you, the way the occasional compliment slipped from his lips and left you stammering. It was enough that you couldn't shed your feelings, or keep him from your mind long enough to think about starting something with anyone else. Not that anything had even "started" with him.

You weren't immune to Taehyung and Jimin's charm and good looks. And getting to know their personalities just made you like them more. Taehyung's kisses made you weak, and Jimin's flirting could set your heart racing, but neither of them consumed your mind like Dr. Kim. He had somehow wormed his way into every crack and crevice of your brain, like the creeping ivy that grew atop the walls of your dorm.

"Aren't you supposed to be into this stuff, Professor?" asked Taehyung with a grin, not registering anything amiss with the intensity of Dr. Kim's gaze.

"Unfortunately judging several presentations isn't always the definition of a good time," the older man replied lightly, though the set of his mouth told you he wasn't in as good of a mood as he sounded. His eyes focused back onto you, and his smile became more genuine. "And I can't even evaluate the one I know will be good, because it would be a conflict of interest."

You really did not need to hear your professor say something about a conflict of interest while smiling at you like that. You had too many delusional fantasies blooming in your head already to allow another one to take root.

"Well Professor, in your unprofessional opinion, how do you think I rank?" you asked tentatively, peeking at his face and your heart flutter when he smiled back at you.

"Definitely first!" chirped Jimin, slinging his arm around you in a show of support you wished could have waited for a more opportune time. Still, it was an innocent enough gesture, and you were genuinely happy he had come.

"Thanks, Jimin," you said with a laugh.

"Well, I might be biased," Dr. Kim teased, so casual you wondered if you had imagined the way his eyes flashed. "But I do believe this is one of the best projects in the category."

"Really?" you breathed, his praise making you turn towards him like a flower to the sun. Jimin's arm around your shoulder reminded you not to make a complete fool out of yourself.

"Of course," your Professor replied. "We'll find out soon enough, in any case. Everyone has turned in their evaluations."

"Oh hey Prof! I thought you were evaluating the other room!"

Ashley announced her arrival with her typical aplomb, a smiling Sierra in tow. You raised an eyebrow at your roommate, grateful for the distraction, your friend winked.

"We finished, so I thought I'd come see how [Y/n] was doing," Dr. Kim replied. "Though it seems she has all the support she needs."

He said it lightly, like a joke. No one else seemed to notice anything amiss, not even Ashley, but the way his eyes met yours briefly made you uncertain.

"Of course, we're her personal cheer squad," Taehyung announced, draping his arm over your other shoulder and bringing you in for a one-armed hug. Jimin squawked when the action pulled you away from him, and tugged you back towards him in a playful tug-of-war.

Sierra and Ashley laughed at their antics as you struggled to get free, complaining you weren't a yo-yo.

"But you're so fun to play with," teased Jimin, the most suggestive thing he had said in weeks. You knew he didn't mean it that way – his tone was more playful than smooth – but you couldn't help but peek at Dr. Kim out of the corner of your eye.

He had been pulled aside by another professor, and you weren't sure whether you felt relieved or disappointed that he seemed to have missed the exchange. Then you forced yourself to pay attention to your friends, because you realized that once again you were being a selfish idiot.

When the results were announced, you were dogpiled by your friends while Ashley cheered by your side. For a moment you felt eyes burning into the back of your head, but when you turned, all you saw was Dr. Kim smiling and offering you congratulations.

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The airport was bustling with holiday travel, and you felt a little overwhelmed by the crowd. You chewed your lip as you scanned the lines, hoping to see your broad-shouldered professor, to no avail. This was supposed to be the spot you, Dr. Kim, and the other student-professor pair met up at before going through security together, and yet no one was in sight.

For a moment panic filled you. Were you late? Was this the wrong airport? Oh no, what if it was the wrong day and you had already missed the flight?

"[Y/n], were you waiting long?"

A familiar voice cut through your anxiety and you let out a sigh of relief as you turned to greet your professor.

"I just got here," you assured him, resisting the urge to cling to his arm to make sure he wouldn't leave. "Where are Dr. Li and Jason?"

"They unfortunately both came down with the flu," said Dr. Kim ruefully. "I got the call this morning. One probably got it from the other."

You gulped. A weekend alone with your beautiful professor? Well, not alone alone, since most of the days would be taken up by the conference activities, but without the buffer of two strangers you were a little worried about how the state of your crush would be by the end.

"Oh," you squeaked, looking down at your carry-on. It was just a three-day trip, you could do this. It would be totally fine. You were breezy.

The mantra carried you through the security line, where you tried not to stare as your professor removed his jacket and shoes. It bolstered you through the walk to the gate, when he asked if you needed anything and bought you a water anyway. It lasted through boarding, when he smiled and asked if you wanted the window seat.

You buckled the funny-looking seatbelt, scolding yourself for being disappointed that Dr. Kim had left the middle seat empty between you. If he had, his warmth might have distracted you from the not-as-pleasant butterflies fighting to the death in your gut as you discovered that you might have a tiny fear of flying.

As the overly cheery safety and thank-you-for-flying-with-us video began to play, your traitorous brain decided to latch onto keywords like "if a water landing is needed" and "life jackets" and "oxygen masks". Was the plane getting warmer? You stole a surreptitious glance at the people sitting in the exit row seat and wondered if they could be trusted to assist in the event of an emergency.

Still, you had to pat yourself on the back. Despite the rising panic you felt inside, you were able to smile and laugh absentmindedly at Dr. Kim's jokes, even if his voice is starting to feel a little far away. Until the plane began to move and your hands latched onto your arm rests.

"Are you alright?"

Your professor was eyeing you in concern, and you tried to relax your white-knuckled grip. But – oh god the plane was speeding up and what if something went wrong or a wing fell off or the engine exploded or –

"[Y/n]."

Dr. Kim's voice was soft in your ear – when did he change seats? Your breaths were coming in short, frantic pants and for once it wasn't his proximity that was making your heart pound.

"Can you hear me?" he asked, hands on your shoulders and warm eyes fixed on yours. He was close enough that you could hear him over the rumble of the plane and the cotton static in your ears, and you clung to his voice like a lifeline. You opened your mouth to respond, which was when you felt the plane lift off the ground. You snapped your eyes and lips shut, wondering why, of all things, you were going to die of a heart attack at the tender age of eighteen.

A soft touch on your face startled you enough for you to open your eyes again, and you vaguely registered that Dr. Kim's hand was cupping your cheek.

"Try to breathe with me," he murmured, making a big show of puffing out his chest as he inhaled. You would have giggled had you not been on the edge of hyperventilating. Still, you did your best to obey your professor despite the tightness in your chest, and he didn't scold you when your breath hitched or you gasped or messed up the rhythm.

You weren't sure how long he stayed like that, breathing with you and stroking your cheek gently with his thumb, but eventually your breath evened out and you realized the plane was no longer shaking or rumbling so much. You winced as you tried to relax your hands from the vice-like grip you had on the armrests, flexing your fingers to try to relieve the stiff ache in your joints.

"There's my girl," whispered Dr. Kim softly, smiling at you. His hand was warm on your skin, and his words sank into you like a rock tossed into the ocean. One that was still falling to depths unknown.

"Are you feeling okay?" he asked, making you swallow whatever had been at the tip of your tongue. Instead you nodded, feeling your lower lip drag between your teeth as you tried to think around the cotton-like fatigue weighing down on your head. Dr. Kim's eyes flickered to your mouth at the action, and for a moment something dark bloomed in his gaze.

"Sir, please fasten your seatbelt."

You both jumped at the pleasant, professional voice of the flight attendant, and Dr. Kim apologized as he settled into the seat and clicked the clasp into place. You were incredibly relieved he remained next to you. It wasn't even for your daydreams, at this point - his solid presence was comforting, and even if the flight had evened out you were still tense.

"T-thank you," you mumbled, suddenly embarrassed by your inability to do something as simple as sit in a chair. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Dr. Kim replied, smiling gently and patting your arm. It was a far cry from the way he had been so tenderly stroking your cheek, but you felt butterflies all the same. "I'm sorry, I didn't know flying was hard for you."

"I didn't either," you said with a self-conscious laugh. "This is my first time."

"Ah," your professor replied in understanding, hand still on your arm. "Well-"

A ding sounded over the speaker system, and a voice spoke.

"This is your captain speaking. We are about to enter into a patch of turbulent air, so please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts."

"Oh," you said faintly, wondering if this was your karma for lusting after your professor. Perhaps you deserved this.

"Do you want-" Dr. Kim began, looking at you with concern, before the plane jolted and you let out a humiliating whimper, squeezing your eyes shut.

It was an even bigger shock when you felt a strong arm encircle your shoulder and pull you into a very firm, very broad, very wonderful-smelling chest.

"It'll be okay," your professor murmured into your ear as his other hand stroked your hair gently. You drew in a shuddering breath, enveloped by his warmth and his scent. Then the plane lurched again, and you wondered if it was possible to be simultaneously in heaven and hell.

"S-sorry," you managed to choke, trying to breathe the way Dr. Kim had earlier. Another lurch had you gripping your professor's shirt for dear life, and his arm tightened, pressing you more securely against him. "I know in my head it's fine, I just - "

"Shh, I understand," he said soothingly, his chest rumbling soothingly against your cheek. You hated your brain for deciding flying was a problem so you couldn't properly enjoy what was probably a one time pity thing. Then again, this wouldn't be happening otherwise.

"I'm here for you, okay?" Dr. Kim was a steady source of reassurance, full of encouraging words and soft touches. "Always."

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You stirred against Seokjin's chest, and he shushed you gently. To his mixed relief and dismay, you snuggled closer with a cute little grumble, and he felt those vines constrict around his chest.

He had somehow managed to soothe you to sleep earlier, and he hoped you stayed like this for the remainder of the flight. For your own sake, not because your body nestled against his so perfectly.

He hadn't expected you to have a fear of flying - neither did you, apparently - and he hated seeing you so distressed. Though the way you obeyed him, the way you looked at him with total trust in your eyes did send a dark tendril of satisfaction purring through his veins.

He had almost lost himself in that moment. You were so beautiful, and he felt himself drawn like a bee to honey.

Seokjin's mind had been more troubled than usual of late, since the Honors showcase where you won second place and a junior won first. Since he had seen for himself that those two college whelps had wormed their way back into your good graces like the pests they were proving themselves to be.

It had been infuriating to watch the shameless way they flirted with you. Jagged thorns had pricked through his chest at the sheer nerve, and when they had pulled you between them like a prize to be won, the thorny briars had blossomed into something ugly and bitter.

It was clear you weren't used to being cared for or doted on, if the little hints and snippets he had gotten were anything to go by. You had been so shocked when he addressed the bullying at the beginning of the semester, as if you had never had anyone stick up for you.

You deserved - needed - better. Someone to take care of you, who appreciated just how special you were. Someone you could trust, who had your best interests at heart.

It irked Seokjin more than he wanted to admit, that he knew so little of you outside of academics. He wanted to read through every page of your life he hadn't had access to, wanted to see you through those still unwritten.

If he let you be, would the next person tend you the way you needed? Or would they take and take like a parasite until you wilted to nothing?

You shifted against him, soft and sweet, a perfect flower begging to be plucked. He found his hand tracing the curve of your cheek again.

Seokjin wondered just how much more you might consume his thoughts after a weekend together. The vines in his chest constricted at the thought of how you would have fared on this trip without him. The way you clung to him, the way you needed him.

It should have worried him. Yet all he felt was more fondness and concern for you sinking roots ever deeper into his veins.

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xoxiu · 1 year

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autumn outside the post office - jin x reader

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≪ how long will beautiful things last? ≫

summary: it wasn't your fault that dr. kim was the most beautiful man you've ever seen. falling for him was entirely your fault, however. first semester at college and you're already dreaming of a student/professor relationship- so naughty and against the code of conduct. you like the thrill, though.

tags/warnings: smut, teacher!jin, college au, cute yet forbidden romance, daddy dom!jin, love triangles, frat boys jungkook and taehyung, age regression, age play, ddlg, spanking, eating disorders, mental health, first love, exhibitionism, lots of blowjobs, age gap

It was a downpour of rain while you waited for the bus. Everyone around you remained somewhat dry under their umbrellas, except for you. You were the dumbass who didn't have an umbrella. Alas, you had to brave the elements and hope you didn't get sick the next day.

The rain was so thick, you couldn't make out any of your surroundings. The post office across the street was just a blur, and the police office wall you leaned against was your only marker indicating you were at the right location. Car headlights shined brightly, reflecting off the water on the road. It was all quite calming, except for the fact that you were freezing and wet.

Thankfully, the bus came slightly before its scheduled time. You scurried on and took the closest available seat. Your sweatshirt stuck to your body as if it were glued on as you tried to remove it. Eventually, you managed to remove it, feeling less like a trapped wet dog.

The bus ride was 45 minutes to the main campus. Quickly, you ran to Hanson Hall with your sweatshirt over your head, trying to protect yourself from the rain. Of course, it did nothing. But it was better than nothing.

You arrived inside and immediately entered one of the giant lecture halls. You always sat in the back near the aisle for easy access to the exit. Chemistry was long and boring, so you took frequent 'bathroom breaks' whenever things got too slow.

Shuffling around in your backpack, you found your student ID for attendance. You went to the front of the lecture hall and scanned in, the teacher assistant smiling at you as you did so.

"Good morning, y/n," he said. He sat at the table where the card reader was, the professor standing at the podium only a few feet away. You liked the TA, Taehyung, and often saw him hanging out in your hall with Jimin. He always had an infectious smile on his face.

"Good morning!" You cheerfully replied before heading back up the stairs to your seat. You were rather early to class- students from the previous class were still piling out of the lecture hall. That didn't bother you too much, as you used the few minutes to catch up on emails on your phone.

One email caught your eye. It was from Dr. Kim, reminding the class about his office hours today. You completely forgot about stopping by to see him today. Thankfully, it was still a few hours until the designated time, so you didn't feel too bad about forgetting. As you scrolled through your inbox, you kept fantasizing about having that one-on-one time with Seokjin.

Class ended a few minutes late, at ten minutes to 1 pm rather than fifteen. That didn't bother you, it just meant less time to wait for Dr. Kim's office hours. As you exited the lecture hall, a loud crack of thunder echoed throughout the building. It was still storming outside. Lucky for you, you could get to Seokjin's office through the skywalks connecting Hanson Hall, the computing building, and the humanities building. It was quite the walk between the three buildings, so you would arrive perfectly on time.

You listened to your music as you walked through the buildings, trying your best to stick in with the other students heading for class. No one ever stopped and talked to each other in the busy halls, everyone rushed to the classes or stood along the walls waiting for the previous class to dismiss. It was nice, you thought, as it eliminated the bullshit that happened in the halls of your high school.

Finally, you arrived at Dr. Kim's office on the third floor of the humanities building. Taking a deep breath, you softly knocked on the metal door.

"Come in!"

You tried to tone down your happiness and excitement as you opened the door. Seokjin sat at his desk, staring intently at his laptop, wearing his eyeglasses. He gestured for you to sit on the chair opposite him, and you did as instructed. His office was filled with books- bookshelves surrounded his office that were filled with books amongst other knick-knacks. Next to your chair was a beanbag chair, and on the other side of you was a dog bed. Did Seokjin have a dog? He seemed more like a cat person. Another chair was located next to Seokjin's own, but it was currently stacked with papers.

"Ah, y/n. Thanks for stopping by," Seokjin leaned back in his chair with a smile. He stared you up and down with half-lidded eyes. You felt as if he was mentally undressing you. Blushing, you shuffled in your seat under his gaze.

"Hi, Dr. Kim. I just had a few questions about some things."

"Hmm, is that so?" You squirmed in your seat, mouth slightly parted in a pout. Seokjin was making it quite obvious- he was interested in you. Or maybe you were just projecting your own lust onto him. What you couldn't doubt were the wandering eyes as Dr. Kim looked you up and down.

"So, you, uh, mentioned that women wrote many works during the Joseon period. I was just curious as to what they wrote about," Seokjin nodded and smiled as you spoke, intrigued by your question. He cleared the papers off the chair next to him, placing them on top of another stack on his desk.

"Come sit over here. We'll look together."

You quickly moved over to the little yellow chair, desperate to get closer to him. He fiddled around on his keyboard, typing eloquently in Korean. You understood nothing that was on the screen, making you wonder why he wanted you to change location. Once he stopped typing, finding the website he was looking for, you looked up to see his face.

He looked very happy, almost excited to share his knowledge with you. It made you feel giddy inside- you were the one making him feel this way.

"Many of the women writers were royal and noble women. They wrote down details of their daily life, private thoughts, and personal situations. And then there were female storytellers. They didn't write down their stories, only told them orally. I found a few I'd like to translate for you."

You listened as he read off a poem in Korean. His voice sounded so soothing and beautiful as he spoke, so animated and passionate. Your heart fluttered with every word and syllable- and you thought you couldn't be more infatuated with him.

"Who'd say I'm not a beauty enough, and I'm good with a needle and loom," Seokjin began translating the poem, his voice just as silky and sultry as before. You felt him shuffle in his seat next to you, scooting his chair closer to you.

"But for I come from a poor family, no good matchmaker will see me," At this point, you weren't even paying attention to his words, only the cadence as he spoke. Looking up at him, you saw his beautiful dark brown eyes behind his glasses. They were so, so dark, but this close up you could see the tint of amber brown.

"Weaving without pause into the night, the loom sobs with cold clicks, the swathe of silk on the loom shall make some lucky lady's clothes," An arm snaked around your shoulders. Seokjin's hand rested on your shoulder furthest from him, embracing you in his warmth.

At that moment, your fate was sealed. In your heart, you knew Seokjin wanted you just as much as you wanted him. You thought back to your previous two class sessions with him, and couldn't help but remember the way his eyes would always linger on you a bit longer than normal. When you looked down to write your notes or read a handout, you felt his eyes watching you. It all made sense now.

"But with the scissors in hand, my ten fingers grow stiff this cold night-"

In a blaze of passion, you turned and held Seokjin's face in your hand, turning it ever so slightly to face you. You closed your eyes, giving him a gentle and passionate kiss on his lips. His eyes grew wide in surprise, backing away from the kiss.

You panicked- was this not what he wanted? Maybe he didn't like you, and he just had a very flirtatious personality. Fearful, your eyes widened as well as you lowered your hand. Apologies spilled from your mouth, only to be hushed by his mouth back on yours.

The kiss deepened, his hands reaching towards your bottom, massaging it roughly before picking you up. He placed you onto his lap, never breaking the kiss, and you now straddled him. Eventually, Seokjin pulled away, both of you breathless.

"Dr. Kim, I-" you spoke first, trying to further apologize as embarrassment overcame you. You sat on your literature professor's lap- this was not normal.

"God, you're fucking beautiful," he placed his forehead against yours, giving you another quick peck on the lips. "I've been waiting for this, y/n. I'm so glad you took the initiative."

He brushed a hand through your hair, admiring your soft curls from the rain. He took a moment to take in the sight of you. Your red face, plump red lips, and glassy brown eyes. Perfect and disheveled, just for him.

A knock on his office door made you jump. Both of you quickly turned towards the door, hoping whoever was out there didn't barge in.

"Just a moment!" Seokjin called out. He looked back at you with a smile, making no attempt to remove you from his lap. One last peck on the lips, and you removed yourself from him.

You straightened out your clothes and grabbed your bag, giving a quick goodbye before exiting his office. On the other side of the door was Cara, who looked equally as surprised as you.

"y/n, I didn't take you as the type of student to come to office hours!" Cara said, her voice leaking with fake niceties. "I guess you should be going, huh?"

The evil, jealous glare on her face was evident, hidden behind the mask of faux happiness. She knew what you were up to because she was trying to be the same way. She shoved past you, giving Dr. Kim a pretty smile.

As you went to close the door, you took notice of Cara's outfit. She wore a white button-up blouse with a little black bow and a black skirt that rode up to mid-thigh as she sat down. Her shirt, however, was completely wet. It was now see-through, allowing everyone to see her little pink lace bra, and how her boobs spilled over in them. You gave one last glance to Dr. Kim, who now gave his attention to Cara.

Dr. Kim was a hot commodity.

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bangtanloverboys · 1 year

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welcome to wizard city, young wizard. here you can explore and learn to control your magic through the schools of ravenwood

or in other words: fuck harry potter aus

the art of balance in magic is harmony, finding equality. all things deserve consideration, and there may be many answers to a single question

pairing - ta!seokjin x transfer student!reader

genre - fluff

summary - looking to further advance in your secondary school, you transfer over to krokotopia. there you meet your handsome houser, seokjin

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ice magic is all about persistence, slow but steady progression and advancement, like the great glaciers forever sliding across the landscape

pairing - class rival!yoongi x teachers pet!reader

genre - fluff

summary - tired of yoongi constantly one upping you, you finally snap, challenging him to a duel. . . in the middle of class. only in the afterwards of your mutual destruction of the classroom do you learn that maybe, just maybe, he’s not as bad as you thought

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storm magic is all about creativity. it represents that flash of insight or the spark of inspiration that makes you yell, "eureka!" it is about the pleasure of catching lightning in a bottle

pairing - wizard!hoseok x quester!reader

genre - fluff

summary - needing to refuel, you stop by the fair grounds, only you suck at all the games. thank the spiral that an attrative storm student offers to help

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life is spirit, the force of awareness and existence. it is about constant growth and movement

pairing - tutor!namjoon x neurodivergent!reader

genre - fluff

summary - namjoon likes to think he’s the embodiment of the perfect example of a theurgists: positive and enthusiastic. however when his professor asks him to help tutor one of her secondary students, only then is that pushed to the limit

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death is finality, the study of the corporeal. all things pass eventually, and time cannot be held back forever

pairing - quester!jimin x new student!reader

genre - fluff

summary - since everything that’s happened as of late in wizard city, jimin could say that nothing really surprises him anymore. but when he meets you, a novice throwing yourself head first into battle with no experience whatsoever, he will be the first to admit otherwise

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myth is imagination. the power of the mind, and everything it can create, drives the myth arts. it is illusion, dreams made real. if you can conceive it, you can bring it forth, bring it to life

pairing - pet trainer!taehyung x pet owner!reader

genre - fluff

summary - after receiving a ghost egg as a reward from a quest, you go looking to help get it hatched. but instead of finding the doctor, you find his assistant

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fire is passion, the bright, burning flame of raw emotion sweeping over everything. tempestuous, quick to anger, and consumed by whatever drives them at that moment

pairing - new student!jungkook x wizard!reader

genre - fluff

summary - your professor assigns you to look after and help get the new kid, jungkook, settled in. you’d think it be easy, but he’s nothing like any of the other students

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un-deux-zero-quatre · 4 years

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“come be my teacher”

→ pairing: kim seokjin x (f) reader → genre: fluff, crack, if you squint it’s slow-burn → part i: 2,208 words → author note: inspired by a cute TA and my miserable effort in a korean language course while studying abroad. unlike y/n’s bold self. i never actually made efforts to get to know boys on campus, but then again i was never blessed to attend school with worldwide handsome jin. this is my first fic so hopefully you enjoy it, let me know what you think :)

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You dabbed at the sweat droplets that formed on your forehead as the elevator to the sixth floor dinged to signal its arrival (fucking finally, you thought to yourself). You stepped out alongside a few other students heading towards room 605 for intro to Korean. A student sitting on the floor with his back against the windowed wall caught your peripheral. You glanced in the most casual manner you could pull off, but he was too busy looking down at his phone and you were forced to keep walking in the throng of students in the busy hallway. He looked cute, but honestly, half the campus was attractive boys that never gave you the light of day. Plus, having hiked half a mountain and power walked a large portion of your campus, the only thing on your mind was finding a seat to sink into, getting your heavy backpack off your sore shoulder, and downing the ice cold water in your HydroFlask. Not another cute boy who would ignore you. You made a beeline for a desk near the middle of the room, next to the giant windows. After not so carefully dumping your backpack on the desk table, you reached over to pull the window open, wondering why the hell you thought that wearing a long sleeve hoodie over black leggings during spring in Seoul seemed liked a good idea when you got dressed this morning. “I think my last brain cell stopped functioning the minute it started getting warmer,” you say to your deskman and friend, who is immersed in her music but gives you a sympathetic smile. Being that it was just the first week back to school, the classroom was still half empty. Most students would likely pile in gradually after managing to find the correct classroom… Yonsei was not exactly a small campus. Even local students found it difficult at times to navigate the famous campus.

You took this as an opportunity to lazily get going on the notes projected on the board. It was mostly stuff you’d get on the syllabus anyway, but you figured it wouldn’t hurt to have a digital copy; you did have a knack for misplacing important documents when you needed them the most and you did not want to have to suffer anymore than you anticipated from a course titled ‘Survival Korean.’ Despite having lived in the capital city for a couple months, your Korean had barely progressed from being able to order coffee and read instagram captions. Err, 70% of some instagram captions. So here you were at 8:45 am on this warm and cloudy day, sitting next to your practically fluent friend, mentally playing off your anxiety about being forced to brokenly speak in front of people who probably were only taking the class for an easy A. Before you knew it the professor was calling for attention to commence the class. You barely listened but maintained eye contact and nodding confidently to assert dominance. At least thats what you thought your half-assed efforts were doing for you. “Throughout the following weeks you’ll be working closely with a group of hand selected TA’s who will help you on your weekly tasks. They have worked hard to prepare engaging activities for all of you so please look forward to their lessons.” He signaled at a few older students scattered across the wall opposite to your seat, who flashed friendly smiles or lifted their hands up to identify themselves. You scanned and your eyes fell on one boy with wispy bangs and a soft pout on his lips.

Your one brain cell, as lame as it was at times, immediately recognized him as the boy who was sitting outside the classroom before class started. Getting a better chance at seeing his features you realized he was lowkey more handsome than other boys you’d seen on campus. Everyone knew Yonsei was notorious for attractive and bougie students but you did not expect to have a TA that looked like an Oscar nominated actor. You wondered if he was as kind as his eyes presented, or if he was a case of reverse-bitch face. You were brought back to consciousness when he turned and your eyes connected. You remained expressionless when his plump lips curved upward slightly. You felt your chest clench of embarrassment and quickly shifted your eyes at other students, focusing on each one for a few seconds to play off the fact that you were obviously drooling for this stranger. Why did you feel yourself burning up? It’s not like you have never seen a pretty boy. You weren’t the type to get so worked up over that. You cringed at yourself for feeling so affected that you didn’t even notice the professor had finished talking and students were shuffling to put their stuff away.

You felt your friend poke your arm, “Dude, let’s go.” You looked up at her and slammed your MacBook shut. “Oh— yeah sure! Do you have class right now?” She looked at her phone and groaned, “Ugh, I still have a whole hour before it starts. Let’s go chill somewhere.” Swinging your backpack over your shoulder you followed her out the classroom’s back exit, lowering your gaze to fiddle with your AirPod case just in case another opportunity for you to make an ass of yourself presented itself. You snapped the case open, swinging your hair around to plop the earphone in, missing handsome boy who was standing by the podium by the front door, watching you with curiosity, a tiny smile once again on his lips.

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“I seriously cannot believe we never realized they sell kaya toast here! Why do we always play ourselves?!” your friend sighed as you trudged up the massive concrete steps to Daewoo Annex Hall. “Maybe it’s because we always insist on going off campus to our fave cafe, we just can’t help being so loyal.” The main floor was buzzing with the loud chatter of students mingling in between classes, many of them ordering or waiting for their ritualistic iced Americanos to be served. You joined the short line to order, glancing at the menu above the case of baked goods. Your mind foggily drifted back to handsome boy from earlier. You wondered if he found you weird for staring so intently. By no means did you have a resting bitch face, but your natural expression doesn’t exactly scream approachability.

Though it had only been a few seconds of staring, you recall how sparkly his eyes had been. His wispy hair framed them perfectly, and alongside his dark eyelashes it was no surprise you were so immediately entranced… You caught yourself; who can even manage to look that attractive so early in the day?! Since when did good looks even mean that much to you? He was probably an asshole anyway, using the TA position only to exert power over undergrads who couldn’t afford do much but beg for mercy during office hours and rant online about shitty policies.

You felt your nose scrunching up into a frown when a loud laugh brought you back to the present moment. Looking down from the menu to the register you noticed a wavy haired, uniform clad barista throwing his head back at what seemed to be the funniest joke in the world. He flashed a boxy smile at whoever was leaned over the bar waiting for their coffee all while his hands expertly handled the register, tucking away won bills and passing a receipt to the customer who just finished ordering.

“Wow, I guess all the cute boys decided to torture us today,” your friend whispered, raising her eyebrow at you. You couldn’t even try to argue with her, this boy definitely contributed to evidence that only attractive students attended Yonsei… kind of like how handsome boy did as well… As if the universe had heard your mind ruminating, and decided it was time to intervene, the person leaned over the counter turned to look in your direction, and you had to bite your tongue to not gasp when those sparkly brown eyes connected with yours.

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You know those cheesy rom-coms where the protagonist finally meets her true love (or whatever) for the first time and the world magically melts away so that it’s only the two of them? Or how in Bollywood movies when the heroine locks eyes with the bad boy love interest and boom, cue sensual but still cute song with perfectly timed choreography? You loved that shit but never for one second believed it applied to the real world.

So why, God why, did you feel like time had stopped the second his eyes met yours and nothing else, especially not your midday politics class, mattered? “Hey! You’re one our teachers for survival Korean, right?” Your friend’s voice cut through your bizarre cinematic moment. She had stepped forward to order while she greeted none other than mister handsome boy. Although it had felt like an eternity, only a few seconds had transpired so the odds of you looking like a blithering idiot to others was very slim. “Yeah, you have a good eye, there’s about 10 of us there,” he smiled at your friend. “Are you both in the class? My name’s Seokjin, I’ll be teaching the lesson in a couple weeks.” You friend shot a quick smile at him and turned to the barista to order. You glanced quickly at her, the barista whose name tag read Taehyung, and then back at handsome b— err, Jin.

Since both your friend and Taehyung were busy in a transaction, you had no choice but to keep the conversation alive. “Uhh yeah, we are… my name is ____,” your eyes finally settled on his. He straightened up from the coffee bar, starching his arms up and brushing the back of his head.

Fuck, he was tall.

“Are you gonna order coffee, too? Speaking of, where’s mine? Ya! Tae!” He motioned over at the register and you remembered the sole reason for you climbing a steep hill 10 minutes away from your next classroom. You mumbled a soft oh, thanks and faced back to the register to order. It looks like Taehyung had abandoned his spot to make Jin’s drink, so a kind-eyed but sleepy girl took your order instead.

Stuffing your loose change back in your cardholder you made your way over to the main lobby where your friend stood with Jin and two other boys. “Ugh, I think I’ve had enough of feeling awkward for today,” you thought as you slowed down your steps. Always a queen with perfect timing, as you arrived you heard Tae scream out Jin’s name and order and Jin waved goodbye. “See you next week! Don’t forget to pick up a good notebook!”

“What,” you deadpanned as your friend turned on her heel to stare at you with an expression you only saw when stumbling across an aesthetic new cafe.“What are the odds of us getting such a hot TA for the easiest class ever?! And he’s not a complete jerk, wow.” HA, your lips pursed out as your inner monologue from an hour ago quickly flashed in your find. “I mean, maybe now he’s nice before he actually gets to teach us, what if he completely switches up? Also excuse me, but easiest class ever if you already speak Korean only! I’m not ready to take L’s in front of everyone,” your hands ran through your hair as you plopped down on a couch. “It’ll be fine, maybe Jin can be your motivation.” If the eyes emoji were based on anything, no doubt it was your friends iconic expression. As you opened your mouth to protest she dove away back to the coffee bar for your drinks.

Blowing air out gently from your pursed lips you dwelled on what’s to come. Okay… maybe if you kept an open mind the class (and this very specific TA) wouldn’t be so awful. You did choose to come abroad to a country where didn’t speak the language in hopes of eventually becoming fluent, after all. What good would negativity do? And anyway, it’s not like Jin would be teaching the entire course, so he probably wouldn’t even be able to clock how awkward he made you act (not that you understood either, its not the first time you see a cute boy.) As your friend came back holding two iced caramel macchiatos you resolved to just be as gentle on yourself as possible this semester. You had faced high stress and lost enough sleep last semester over things that were not worth it in the long run, and the thought of handling things the same way again felt draining. Even if it meant looking like a dumbass in front of the class asking wtf anything meant after reading a wall of text, you were going to put in effort in doing well to avoid issues later on and nothing was going to distract you. Not even soft, perfectly messy hair or pretty brown eyes or pillowy lips that curled around words so perfectly you had to restrain yourself from daydreaming.

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bangtansficrec · 4 years

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TA au

ok so hear me out i completely by accident erased the ask of an anon asking for stories with a TA, all ships except yoonmin or jikook (no hate just preference). i'm so sorry about clicking on delete by accident but i still have my answer so i'm gonna copy paste that here :(( TA aus coming up!! ^.^

Hi anon! thanks for the love. TA aus coming up :)

ღ love me lights out by orphan_account {M, yoonkook, 10,6k}

[one of the only TA aus i've read and it's gorgeous!!]

ღ before things come together by brightlight {E, namjin, 31,7k}

[ok i've read this too and it's good and hot haha!!!}

ღ Fall and Recover by exfatamorgana {T, junghope, 75,2k}

[not in uni but for a dance workshop]

ღ Get Out of My Dreams, Get Into My Car by meanho {G, taekook, 9,7k}

[this is actually really cute]

#ask fic #TA au #teaching assistant #teaching assistant yoongi #TA!yoongi #TA!seokjin #TA!hoseok #TA!taehyung #chaotic taehyung #yoonkook au #namjin au #junghope au #taekook au #bts #bts fic #bts au #bts fic rec

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arrowthewriter · 5 years

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New chapter after over a month!!!! Hope you enjoy!!!

#jikook #kookmin #park jimin #jimin #jeon jungkook #bts fic #new chapter #ao3 jikook #jungkook #ao3feed #bts au mystery #bts murder #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #kim taehyung #bts hoseok #jung hoseok #min yoongi #ta

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biaswreckmepls · 6 years

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Forever Young: Boy’s Side [Seokjin Walkthrough + Review]

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7117165/chapters/16166452

Author: numberts

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Seokjin

Status: Completed

Chapters: 2/2 (32529 words)

Tags: College AU, Teaching Assistant AU, Dating Sim AU

Summary:

Jeongguk woos Seokjin the only way he knows how: by treating it like an otome game.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7117165/chapters/16166452

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blog-name-idk · 2 years

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Mold a Pretty Lie | 06

Pairing: professor!Jin x Fem undergrad!Reader

Genre: College!AU, Unhealthy relationships, toxic relationships, virgin reader, eventual yandere, eventual smut

Word Count: 4089

Rating: 18+

~~~~~

Seokjin watched out of the corner of his eye as you read a paper, brow creased in concentration as you highlighted a section and added it to your ever growing pile of notes for your research project. You were absorbed in your work, allowing his gaze to linger on the way the fading sunlight highlighted your studious frame.

Things were mostly back to business as usual - you were no longer leaving right on time, and by your progress it seemed you'd been pouring even more hours into your project than before. With your other schoolwork, along with his own class, it seemed to indicate that you weren't wasting more of your time with anyone… unnecessary.

Your phone buzzed on the table, and a tendril of irritation spiked through his chest when you giggled at whatever was on your screen. Who was texting you? Was it Taehyung? Hadn't his words been enough to get you to realize the boy was no good for you?

"Ashley says she's gonna come by in a few minutes," you informed him, looking up and letting the light bring out the sparkle in your eyes. Seokjin hadn't noticed how stiff his shoulders had grown until they relaxed, and he smoothed his expression.

"Yes, I have exams to make her grade," he replied lightly, grateful you hadn't realized how tense he had been a second ago. You laughed at his words, and he selfishly wished that sound was for him alone.

"Poor Ashley," you said in a too-innocent tone. "Forced to pick up someone's slack."

You looked straight at him with an impish smile, one that wrapped itself around his thoughts and fed the twining shadows at the edges of his mind. His exchanges with you had been becoming more playful and teasing - more so than it should be, and yet Seokjin found himself unable to resist. No more than he could keep himself from occasionally touching your shoulder or arm, some strange part of him needing the reassurance that you were there, real and perfect.

Especially when you said something impertinent, as if you were begging him to put you in your place.

"Well, if my research assistant worked faster, maybe I would have more time for grading," he replied lightly, grinning at you in a way that made you bite your lip and duck your head. You made a valiant attempt at recovery, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Oh? So when you tell me I'm the best, you've been lying?" you asked with a cute pout, the jut of your lower lip drawing his gaze like a lure.

"I'd never lie to you," Seokjin replied seriously, holding your eyes with his. Well, at least, not unless it was for your own good.

You looked a little dazed at his words, flustered in a way that made Seokjin's chest purr. But before you could reply, his TA arrived.

"Ahoy mateys!" called Ashley as she strolled through the door with a grin, shattering whatever delicate atmosphere had accumulated. "Professor, I'm reporting for duty!"

You giggled at your elder's antics, and Seokjin couldn't decide whether to be annoyed or relieved at the interruption. He shouldn't have let his relationship with you grow so familiar, and yet if you weren't in his sight, incessant worry gnawed at the back of his thoughts in an irritating, constant buzz.

You were a kind person, and while it was one of the qualities he appreciated about you, it also made him wonder if others would take advantage of it. It was definitely possible for Taehyung to sweet talk you back into his arms, despite the slight… exaggeration he had made when describing seeing him with that other girl. That cursed image of your body pressed against the boy's flashed in his head, and he forced his hand to unclench.

And then there was that other boy, Jimin, who had the audacity to kiss you on the cheek after lecture. By your reaction, you hadn't been expecting it, and Seokjin bristled at the thought of the boy putting his grimy hands on you unprompted. Just how many vultures did he need to protect you from?

"Good luck, our dear professor is in rare form today," you said, shooting a mischievous grin at Seokjin and pulling him out of his perturbing thoughts. He gave a good natured scoff, hiding the way your words seeped into his veins, twining around his limbs like a gentle caress.

"When isn't he?" Ashley replied with a laugh, coming in to ruffle your hair before setting her backpack on the ground. Seokjin felt a surge of protective irritation at the casual contact, one that was surprising. He knew Ashley of all people was a good person, the action shouldn't have bothered him the way it did.

"When you're done beating an old man while he's down, I have papers for you," Seokjin complained, doing his best to shove his thoughts aside. He was being ridiculous.

But - Ashley liked women. Who was to say she wouldn't fall prey to your guileless charm? And as someone somewhat closer to being a peer than he was, she had more freedom to treat you as familiarly as she wanted.

"Yes boss," Ashley replied with a good-natured groan, grabbing the stack of stapled papers on his desk, oblivious to her professor's roiling thoughts.

An hour passed in relative silence, a calm atmosphere settling over the three of you. Occasionally the quiet was broken by a remark or query from one of his students, but otherwise the only sounds were the shuffling of papers, and scratching of pens, and the sound of you typing on your computer.

Seokjin found his eyes sliding over to you more often than necessary, unable to resist despite knowing that Ashley could look up at any time. There was a small wrinkle in your brow as you frowned at your screen in thought, and you were worrying your lip yet again.

Another vine in unfurled as he watched you absent-mindedly pluck a tube of chapstick from your pocket and swipe it over your lips, leaving them just a touch shinier than before. Your eyes flickered to meet his before he could look away, and he flashed a grin that made you smile bashfully in return.

He had bought that little plastic tube on whim while buying groceries, your little habit popping up in his mind when he spied the selection at the check-out counter. If the strawberry flavor he had picked happened to coincide with his favorite fruit, well, everyone liked strawberries. It was simply the most logical choice.

It should have been a strange gift to give to a student. But you had smiled so beautifully at his tiny gesture that any thought of regret fled instantly. If anything, Seokjin found himself resisting the urge to dote on you even more.

"The showcase is pretty soon, right?" asked Ashley absentmindedly as she twirled her pen in her fingers. You jumped a little as if forgetting she was there, then rushed to answer.

"Yeah! I can't believe almost an entire semester has gone by already," you said in tones of sincere surprise. "I feel like it went by so fast."

Seokjin smiled at the memory of you, bright-eyed and nervous at the door of the office. At the time, you had been just another student, indiscernible amongst a lecture of nearly one-hundred. And yet, you had burrowed your way into his affection. A smile here, a joke there, and each moment with you had embedded itself inside of him before he had even realized it was happening.

"You've come a long way," he agreed, chuckling when you ducked your head in embarrassment. A semester hadn't yet cured you of your awkwardness to compliments, another trait he found positively endearing.

"You really have!" said Ashley, nodding in agreement. "I hardly recognize the jumpy little freshman from my first recitation."

"Okay, okay," you grumbled, waving your hands as if to keep any praise from sticking to you. "Enough! I'm amazing, I get it!"

"Our little girl's all grown up," said Ashley with a fake sniffle, wiping a nonexistent tear from her eye. "I'm so proud."

"Oh my god, shut up," you laughed, throwing a wad of paper at the older girl. "I can't believe I was ever intimidated by you."

"How dare you, I am incredibly intimidating," Ashley replied with a prim harumph. This time it was Seokjin who snorted, making you laugh harder.

It was nice to see you so cheerful and carefree, even if he had to share this moment with someone else. Your smile lit the room with bright sunshine, your laugh washing over him like warm rays. He was going to miss it, when you wrapped up this project.

Seokjin's good mood dampened at the realization that the showcase was only a couple weeks away, the ending of this surprisingly addicting partnership in sight. He did believe you had a good chance of winning, though he was excused from the judging due to being your mentoring professor.

He was leaning heavily toward offering you a continued position - your work was exemplary, and the knot of worry in his chest eased at the prospect of being able to continue looking out for you.

You made up his mind when you turned and gave him a tentative grin. "I'm actually already planning on signing up for Global Change II next semester. If you're not sick of me yet."

Warmth seeped into his chest at your words, and he couldn't stop the smile from taking over his face.

"Impossible," he said warmly, holding your gaze long enough for you to begin to fidget and look away. Then, to cover his lapse, he cast his eyes towards Ashley. "Unlike this one here, who I just can't seem to shake."

Ashley's indignant squawk joined your bubbling laughter, and for a little while everything was right in the world.

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"Yes, that looks good," nodded Seokjin, looking over your shoulder at the computer screen. You were working on formatting your poster for the showcase, and he was impressed by your attention to detail. Your graphics were far better than he would normally expect of someone in their first year, though he'd already seen first-hand just how dedicated you were.

"You don't think it's too wordy?" you asked fretfully, pointing at your methods section as he hovered behind you.

He knew he was leaning a little closer into you than was strictly necessary, but he couldn't help it. You didn't wear perfume, but the faint, flowery scent of your shampoo seemed to seep through his pores and leave behind a sweet ache he wasn't sure would ever go away.

It wasn't like he was going to do anything, so surely he could indulge himself in these innocuous ways, right?

"Dr. Kim?"

Your voice broke him out of his dangerous thoughts into an even more perilous reality, and he realized that in his distraction he had hovered even closer. Close enough to count the lashes bordering your eyes, close enough to feel the heat radiating off your cheeks. Closer and closer you came, and Seokjin found himself unable to move, unable to do anything but savor the soft whisper of your breath against his skin.

Your lips were soft and insidiously sweet, and before he could stop himself he was kissing you back. It was intoxicating, and he felt the ache in his chest recede even as those dark vines wrapped further around his heart.

You let out the sweetest, most beautiful sigh against his lips and suddenly he came to his senses, stumbling away from the edge of the abyss he desperately wanted him to fall into. It took all of his self control to back away, to keep himself from devouring you the way the mass in his chest demanded.

He looked at you and wished he hadn't, as your blissful expression rapidly shifted from confused to horrified to heartbroken.

Every fiber of his being demanded for him to rush forward and gather you in his arms when your lips began to tremble. Yet all he could do was stare at you, rooted to the spot while you spluttered apologies, gathered your things in a haphazard rush, and fled out the door.

His lips tingled, and when he swiped his tongue over them he could still taste the faint flavor of your fruity chapstick.

Fuck.

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Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

You were such a fucking idiot. Why had you done that? Well okay, you knew why but fuck your body and its lack of impulse control.

But how were you supposed to think rationally when he was that close, his body heat washing over you in warm waves and his woody cologne consuming your senses? It felt like his proximity always made your brain shut down, especially since the day he had so matter-of-factly said he thought you were beautiful.

And he had been so - so attentive lately, the look in his eyes warm enough to send tingles down your spine. The sporadic little gifts, the random touches, his gentle teasing, everything your professor did went straight to your head and heart, filling you with what you now realized was hubris.

How had you deluded yourself into thinking he felt anything for you other than whatever normal fondness a mentor might have for their charge? You were such an idiot.

When you threw yourself into the scant sanctuary of your dorm, you were relieved to see that Sierra wasn't back yet. There was no one here to see you throw yourself face down onto your bed and scream into your pillow.

You hadn't realized how close Dr. Kim had been standing until you turned to speak to him more directly, and when you met his gaze, the look in his eyes had ensnared you completely. You had found yourself hypnotized, no more able to resist his pull than the tides could deny the moon.

Your breathing slowed as you recalled just how soft and full his lips were, how he was standing so close that all you needed was an inch to be in his arms. With a start, you realized - he had kissed you back. For a brief, wonderful moment, your professor's lips had pressed deeper against your own with a warmth that set you aglow. Before he had backed away from you and stared as if you had grown two heads.

Oh no, what if it was because you were a bad kisser? You only had Taehyung for reference, what if he never said anything because he didn't want to offend you?

Shit, you couldn't just hide in your room and cease to exist. There was no way you could avoid Dr. Kim for the rest of your life and pretend you hadn't just done one of the stupidest things imaginable. The best you could do was beg for his forgiveness and hope you hadn't ruined everything.

With your heart pounding, mind racing, and stomach churning, you pulled out your phone. You had his number in case you needed to coordinate meetings/lab timings, though you rarely used it because you didn't want to bother him.

You I am so, so sorry I don't know what I was thinking

Dr. Kim Hey, it's okay

You I didn't mean to put you in that kind of position I hope you don't think I'm that type of person

Dr. Kim [Y/n], I know you're not Please don't worry about it

You You must be thinking so many terrible things about me And I probably deserve it I know you just see me as like some college kid and me throwing myself at you like that was so stupid I'm so sorry

Dr. Kim Don't say things like that

You I'm so embarrassed I just Please let me finish out the project and then I promise never bother you again I'm so sorry

Dr. Kim [Y/n] Stop You're never a bother If I'm being honest… it wasn't completely unwelcome

You Really?

Dr. Kim Yes But it can't happen again I could lose my job And besides what you had to deal with earlier in the semester, it wouldn't be good for your academic career either You're a brilliant, driven, and hard-working person, [y/n], I would hate for anyone to think you didn't earn everything you've achieved up to now

You I understand Thank you for being so kind You don't have to say all that just to make me feel better

Dr. Kim Please stop beating yourself up about this Nothing I said was a lie

You I'm sorry again I can drop your class for next semester if you don't want me there

Dr. Kim Nonsense The only thing that's upsetting me is that you're beating yourself up about this so much I want you there And I was going to ask you after the showcase, but I do have the funding if you would like to continue doing research with me

You What? Really? Are you sure?

Dr. Kim No, I'm Kim Seokjin

You …

Dr. Kim Struck speechless by how your professor is both brilliant and witty I understand Seriously speaking though, yes I am 100% sure I would love to continue working with you

You Ha ha ha Then absolutely, thank you so much!! I'll try to be normal

Dr. Kim But you're not normal, you're extraordinary :)

You Professor!!! You can't say things like that!

Dr. Kim I can't make true statements about the top student in my course?

You ;aljfasljfjs You're the worst I'm not sorry anymore

Dr. Kim Cute I'll see you in office hours

You stared at your phone, heart pounding and mind racing. Cute? CUTE???? What did he mean by that? Did he even mean to mean anything by that? No, he couldn't have, he had literally just told you it couldn't happen again. But he had also confirmed that he liked kissing you. Oh god, what were you doing?

With an anguished groan, you locked your phone and tossed it into your bag. He was right, it had been a stupid thing to do that could have ruined everything either of you had worked for. You weren't about to throw away your hopes and dreams for a beautiful professor who made you feel like the only person in the world when he looked at you.

Five seconds later your phone was back in your hands as you read and reread the exchange like a conspiracy theorist looking for proof of the Illuminati. You were a stupid bitch.

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This was torture. Of the sweetest kind, perhaps, but torture nonetheless.

You nibbled your lip, and Seokjin felt his tongue flick out to wet his own as he remembered just how soft they had been.

Things had gone more or less back to normal between the two of you, other than a few awkward pauses and silences here and there. If there were a few lingering stares or an air of words left unsaid, no one needed to know. True to your word, you made no further attempts to touch him, kiss him, or even to be alone with him, really. He should have been relieved.

Unfortunately, you were more tantalizing than any drug and now that he had gotten a taste he couldn't get you out of his head. He found himself thinking of you more and more, craving the honey of your voice, the innocent and yet forbidden feel of your lips against his.

To all appearances, Seokjin's placid demeanor was that of a still ocean. But underneath the calm facade was a roiling mass of emotions, desire warring with affection warring with disgust at himself.

You shifted slightly in your seat, crossing one bare leg over the other. He swallowed, eyes raking down your skin before tearing his gaze away and back to the papers he was supposed to be grading.

Sure, maybe the air conditioning set by the building was a bit lacking in his office, but did you really have to torture him like this? Despite a long gulp from his water bottle, he couldn't get rid of the dryness in his throat, or the thirst that seemed to grow day by day.

"Achoo!"

He chuckled at the cute way you wrinkled your nose and glanced at him after your sneeze, and your embarrassed expression turned into a pout.

"Wow, your prized student could be dying and you just laugh," you grumbled, crossing your arms. Seokjin grinned, trying not to stare at the tantalizing jut of your lower lip. Then he strode over to you, pulled along by those creeping tendrils he couldn't find it in himself to cut away.

"Oh?" he teased, reaching forward to press his hand against your forehead. He felt your face heat up at his proximity, eyes wide in surprise, and something dark purred in his chest. "Hmm, I guess you are a little warm."

Your face somehow flamed even hotter and you gave him a light shove that was clearly not meant to move him at all. He didn't budge, despite every rational part of his mind begging him to back off and stop sending you mixed signals. The other part of him felt electric, relishing in the softness of your skin, the warmth seeping off of your body, and the way you were so clearly affected by his actions.

"P-professor," you spluttered, eyes darting anywhere but at his face. You drew your lower lip between your teeth, worrying at the plump flesh, and his gaze sharpened.

"Are you sure you're not getting sick?" he asked in mock-concern, taking the opportunity to stare hungrily at your mouth while you looked away. You were so close, all it would take was a few inches to close the distance and taste your lips again.

Seokjin's brain chose that moment to finally catch up with his body, and he stepped away, feeling his ears go hot.

"Well, it doesn't feel too bad," he said, clearing his throat. You blinked at him, slow and confused and dangerously endearing. "Have you been eating well?"

You began to giggle at his stuffy question, and he wondered if he could get drunk off the sound.

"The same as always," you said softly, gaze flicking up to meet his eyes with a smile. It lasted just a split second, and yet Jin felt time freeze as he felt those vines begin to pull him back under. He swallowed the sudden lump in his throat and retreated back to his desk.

"You should take better care of yourself," he said when he was safely restrained by the breadth of space and wood furniture between the two of you. A tiny part of him wanted to tell you to run away from him, long and far. He ignored it.

"I'm fine," you said with a shrug, echoing your words at the coffee shop a few weeks prior. "You don't need to worry about me."

All Seokjin could do was sigh, aware that he wasn't really in a position to insist, especially considering he was the one who had shut down the kiss that never ceased plaguing his mind.

But how could he not worry? You were special, and the possibility of some college idiot taking advantage of your sweet nature was all too realistic. Of Taehyung, kissing your lips, swallowing your pretty sighs, of touching you in ways he had no right to.

Seokjin's jaw clenched. As if some eighteen-year-old whelp would be able to treasure you like you deserved, to touch you the way you needed, to make you -

"Professor?"

Your voice halted his spiraling thoughts, and for a moment all he could do was stare, trying not to think about how your body would feel pressed against his own, what sounds and reactions he could elicit from you. He licked his lips involuntarily, and by the way your eyes followed the movement he could tell you hadn't forgotten, either.

Fuck. You were so beautiful, lips softer than the petals of any flower. He wanted to be the one to make you bloom, for your thoughts to be as consumed as his own.

Even if that couldn't be the case, he could at least protect you. Seokjin would guide you, give you advice, steer you from those that might pluck you away and crush you under their undeserving feet. Anything to keep that smile on your face, and those lovely eyes fixed on him.

Anything for you.

~~~~~

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bangtanloverboys · 1 year

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class transfer // ksj

summary - looking to further advance in your secondary school, you transfer over to krokotopia. there you meet your handsome houser, seokjin

pairing - ta!seokjin x transfer student!reader

genre - fluff; wizard 101 au

word count - 3.3k

warnings - dip’s made up lore, nothing but sweet friendship building

guide - sorcery = balance magic; conjoury = myth magic; divination = storm magic; marleybonians = british dog people; kroks = crocodile people; manders = salamander people

author’s note - welcome to the first of my wizard 101 aus!! i’m so excited to finally post these, i hope you guys enjoy! this does have a lot of lore and bits i’ve made up in order for it to translate nicely into words. enjoy! (yes everyone has a last name i made up to fit within the world)

the seven schools of ravenwood masterlist

It was finally time. After months and months of working with Arthur Wethersfield on practicing and perfecting your sorcery skills, he finally told you it was time to advance further in your studies. You’ve already become a Grand Master Conjurer (thank the Spiral for that, Professor Cyrus Drake was a nightmare), and whilst you were far from done with your primary school, you could at least focus more on your secondary school: Balance.

No one is fully expected to master their secondary school, especially when two of them are not always readily available: Death and Balance. The School of Death now only accessible to the Death students after being torn away from its place in Ravenwood. And then the School of Balance resides in Krokotopia, another realm where one must be granted permission to visit.

Permission you now have!

You all but ran back to your dormitory to pack your things, Arthur telling you to leave early tomorrow morning to meet your houser. Krokotopia being a desert world, you packed all your lightest colored robes, not wanting to overheat in your usual thick school uniform. You barely slept at all, excitement running through your veins. By the time the first rays of sunshine started to bleed through your window, you leaped out of your bed, grabbing your essential filled pack (wands, spell deck, robes, rings, and toiletries), and ran out the door towards Bartleby, the World Tree.

“Good luck in Krokotopia, young wizard!” Arthur Wethersfield called out to you as you passed him.

“Thank you!” You called back as you entered into the World Tree, and immediately, your breath was stolen away.

You’d heard stories from other students about how beautiful the inside of the World Tree was, but it was nothing compared to seeing it in person. Sunlight bled through the leaves overhead, giving the Spiral Chamber a natural soft glow. You could hear birds singing and flying through the tree. Then there in the center of it all was the Doorway. Through that door, you could go anywhere in the Spiral: Grizzleheim, Marleybone, Wysteria! Then your destination, of course, Krokotopia.

Taking a deep breath, you walked straight forward towards the door. You could feel your heart beating wildly against your chest as you reached forward, grasping the doorknob in hand. Clearly in your mind, you pictured Krokotopia. The floating desert islands, tethered together with rope bridges. The pyramids and temples.

Keeping that image in your mind, you opened the door, pushing through.

The Spiral Chamber in Krokotopia was different from the inside of the World Tree. Stone walls surrounded you, small piles of sand in the corners, and large carved statues on either side of a tall staircase. At the bottom of the stairs was a man, smiling brightly at you. He was pretty handsome; tall, dark haired, and dressed in tan and white robes, fitting more the Krokotopian style than the stuff you’ve seen in Wizard City.

“Welcome to Krokotopia!” He said, “Are you the new transfer student, Y/N Owltalon?”

You nodded, beaming at the man. “Yes, that’s me.”

“Awesome, I’m Seokjin Duneheart. I’m gonna be your houser.” He held out his hand for you, which you eagerly shook. “Excited?”

“Very! Could hardly sleep last night.”

Seokjin laughed at that. “Sorry, just been a while since I’ve seen someone so excited to see Krokotopia,” he explained. “Anyways, I’ll show you around. Give you the Grand Tour of the Oasis. I’ll show you the school tomorrow, if that’s alright?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Alright then, just follow me.” He gestured up the stairs. You easily fell in step with him as you climbed up the tall stairwell. At the top, you were met with a pair of faded blue doors. Seokjin looked at you. “After you.”

With his permission, you pushed the doors open and were immediately blinded by the sudden brightness. Blinking your eyes furiously, you adjusted and the sight before you was incredible. Dozens of Marleybonians, Wizards, and Manders alike all roaming between the floating islands, and at the foot of a giant pyramid.

“This is the Oasis, our safe haven whilst the Marleybonians excavate the temples. Up in front of you, is the Pyramid of the Sun. Built to serve as the Family Tomb of the Djeserit, and given the name sake due to their strong line of pyromancers,” Seokjin said as he pointed to the large sight before you. “Then over to our left, is the Tomb of Storms, built to serve as the Ahnic Family Tomb, and yes, had a strongline of diviners,” he said with a smile.

You chuckled at that. “And over there is the excavation camp?” You pointed over towards another small island, a bunch of tents all raised up around another small building, Marleybonians walking in and out of the area.

“Yes, and as a precaution: stay out of their way. They’ve been working really hard and since some of the Kroks woke up, they’ve all been a bit irritated,” Seokjin warned.

“Gotcha.”

“All the other buildings are all a part of the bazaar. Got your robe shop, rings, boots, hats, amulets, etcetera. All of which, you are free to roam, and accept any currency.”

“What’s over there?” You pointed over to a nearby island, floating off, too far to be connected by a rope bridge.

His grin widened a bit. “Right up there is the Krokosphinx! And the gem of it all, in my personal opinion, the School of Balance.”

You stared at your houser with wide eyes. “The School of Balance is in the Krokosphinx?!”

“Not in, next to. And underground. Marleybonians discovered it some years ago, once it was fully excavated, they allowed the Manders to bring the study of sorcery back, taking all kinds of students. Including Arthur Wethersfield.”

“That is- I- He didn’t tell me that’s where the school was! I’m- Wow!”

Seokjin chuckled at your speechlessness. “Guess he wanted you to be surprised I guess. But come on, time for you to get settled down, yeah? My place is an island not far from here, we can take the ferry if you want?”

“Yeah, the ferry is alright with me.”

“Right this way then.”

Seokjin led you over to a small deck near the edge of an island where a heavily decorated flying boat was collecting passengers. You listened intently as Seokjin pointed out various people on the boat, telling you who was who, where they were from, what they were doing here. You were still buzzing with excitement when Seokjin said that his place was the next stop.

It was a quaint little island. A beautiful sandstone house, similar style to the houses at the bazaar, large walls surrounding the main building to protect from sandstorms. You’ve never had a house of your own, sure some of your friends back in Wizard City had houses and castles of their own. But you were content with your place in the dormitories. Maybe one day you’ll save up for a house, but not anytime soon.

You followed Seokjin through the front door, eyeing all his various plants and artifacts and paintings that lined the inside of his house. “Sorry there’s so much stuff, I was a bit of a quester a few years ago. Don’t have the heart to sell any of this stuff yet,” he chuckled nervously.

“Don’t be, it’s all really cool!”

He smiled shyly at that before he continued. “You’re welcome to anything in the kitchen, so long as it doesn’t have a label claim on it. I do ask that you keep any loud noise to a minimum after sunset, and please remember to clean after yourself. Especially with the sand.”

You nodded along with each thing he told you, figuring there would be a handful of rules and specifications. You didn’t mind though, this was Seokjin’s house and he was kind enough to house you. You could at least follow his house rules.

“Now, your room is upstairs, please follow me.” He gestured over to the stairwell that was up against the far side of the house. Climbing up the stairs, there were two doors. Seokjin walked over to the one closest to the stairs and opened it. “This is your room, I’m right next door. You’re free to decorate the space however you want.”

The room was plain; a simple bed, desk, and chest in the room. It was certainly a bit smaller than your dorm back at Ravenwood, but it was alright for you. You didn’t bring much of your things anyways.

“Thank you.”

Seokjin waved his hand. “Don’t mention it. Anyways, I’ll let you unpack and get settled in. Welcome to Krokotopia.” He winked as he shut the door behind him, leaving you alone in your room. With a sigh, you toss your bag onto the desk and let yourself flop onto the bed.

You were here.

Finally.

You flailed about on the bed, silently celebrating the beginning of the end of your studies. Not a lot of people you knew wanted to finish their secondary school, or took their time with their primary. Like one of your Myth classmates, he’s been at Ravenwood longer than you, yet he was still years behind you. But that was due to him focusing more on training pets and helping out in the Pet Pavillion more than anything.

For the next hour or so, you work on organizing the room to best suit you. Placing the desk under the window, your bed against the wall and your chest at the foot of it. You put all your extra robes and necessities in the trunk, saving your wands to decorate the walls with. You had a handful of wands with you, each one having a special reasoning for keeping it. But if you were being honest, the wand you loved the most was your first ever wand. You’d bought it in the Shopping District when you’d first arrived at Ravenwood, excitedly pulling your parents along with you to gather your new things. It was a simple sleek black rod with a white tip at the end. The starter wand for all novice conjurers.

By the time you’d finished, the sun was already beginning to disappear off into the distance. Deciding yourself to be finished, you went back downstairs, a bit hungry after all the excitement.

Seokjin was sitting off to one side of his house, in a little makeshift library; mixes of scrolls and books on the shelves. At the sound of you coming down the stairs, he glanced up from what he was reading.

“Finally hungry?”

“Yeah,” you answered a bit sheepishly as you walked into the kitchen. You grabbed an apple from a fruit bowl. “So excited, couldn’t think of eating. Finally got to me, I guess.”

“I understand that, I remember when Arthur finally said I could transfer my studies here. Learn here at the birthplace of sorcery.”

“That’s right, your primary school is Balance.”

Seokjin nodded. “Yeah. Before the school was discovered, that was the end of that. We knew everything that was kept alive up until then. But since they found the school, we’ve rediscovered so many spells that were once lost to us.”

“That’s incredible! I remember when they announced they found it, I knew immediately I wanted to continue my studies there. Once I learned everything from Arthur, of course.”

“I’ll be honest, it was quite a shock to learn that someone wanted to continue their studies here for their secondary school,” Seokjin admitted. “Most people just learn the basics and don’t bother trying for more advanced stuff.”

You gave a shrug. “I’m a completionist, I guess.”

“Well, I’m glad then. Because now we get a new student and maybe you’ll be the first of many to also want to finish their sorcery studies.”

“Fingers crossed!”

Seokjin was quiet for a moment, furrowing his brows together in thought. “If I may ask, why did you choose Balance? It isn’t very popular because of the whole, no school building reason. Especially with Ravenwood students.”

You scratched at the back of your neck. “I’ll be honest, it was mainly because I found the topic interesting. I mean, it incorporates all types of magic, elemental and spiritual. Sure, the Krokotopians mainly focused on the elemental, but through that they found the spiritual and then what connects them all: sorcery.”

“I- wow.” Seokjin blinked at you a few times. “Never heard anyone talk about it like that.”

You flushed a bit. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be, it’s refreshing. Especially to hear someone talk so passionately about it. I hope the actual teachings don’t diminish that passion in any way.”

“I had Professor Cyrus Drake these past few years; needless to say, I’m good with staying passionate.”

He laughed at that. “Yeah, I’ve heard Cryus was a bit of a pain to learn from. Very by the book and no nonsense.”

“You could say that again!” You smiled as you pointed to your apple. “Anyways, I’m gonna eat this and then go to bed. Need to get up bright and early!”

“Sleep well!” He called after you.

Once again, you did not sleep again. Each time you felt sleep come upon you, you jerked awake with excitement as you remembered where you were. In the morning, you probably looked dreadful. But nothing could damper your mood, not even the odd stares you may receive.

“Ready?” Seokjin asked as he walked with you out the door towards the deck where the ferry would pick you up, taking you both to the Krokosphinx island.

“Ready as I’ll ever be!” You exclaimed, your voice a bit exhausted though. This morning, you were dressed in lighter robes, it didn’t do much to keep you 100% cool, but it certainly helped keep the heat off. Glancing over to Seokjin who stood next to you, he didn’t even seem to be sweating in his robes; probably designed to keep the wearer cool. Perhaps you should stop by the robe shop later today. While sure, your robes were fine, but you were sweltering. Factoring in your lack of sleep, you only hoped you didn’t faint on the way to school.

“Glad to hear it,” he smiled.

The two of you stood in silence as you waited for the ferry to arrive. It wasn’t at all awkward, comfortable and friendly. It was only a few minutes of it until the ferry appeared in your vision, nearly half full with about a dozen other folks. Dozens of Manders, Marleybonians, fellow wizards, and even a couple Kroks; all headed towards the Oasis for their daily activities.

By the time you arrived at the Krokosphinx, the boat was packed. Only you, Seokjin, and a handful of other passengers got off at this stop. You couldn’t help but feel slightly relieved at the small number, meaning it probably wouldn’t feel as crowded. Seokjin made small talk with a few of the other people that got off, before they started climbing down into a hole. You were about to follow after them when Seokjin stopped you.

“Hang on, there’s someone you gotta meet.” Gently, he led you over towards a large, smiling palm tree. “I would like you to meet Niles, the Balance tree.”

Your eyes nearly bulged out of your skulls. “Oh my- Yes. Hello, it’s wonderful to meet you!”

Niles simply smiled at you, slowly blinking at you in acknowledgment.

“That’s as best as we’re going to get, but come on. Let’s go, don’t wanna be late on your first day.” He winked.

Seokjin allowed you to climb down the ladder first, and you welcomed the sudden coolness of the school. The stone walls providing shade from the harsh desert sun. The first chamber was full of scaffolding and boxes, not much to look at. But the classroom. . . oh the classroom.

Torches lined the sides of the walls, giving the chamber a soft warm light. Carved stone desks that were low to the ground lined either side of the room. Much like the classrooms at Ravenwood, there was a raised platform, with two blackboards on the far wall. Then front and center of it all, an old aged Krok stood.

“Welcome, class.” His voice was low and gravely, speaking slowly. “Duneheart, where are you, boy?”

“Here, Alhazred,” the wizard next to you answered. “I have our new student with us today, Y/N.”

The Krok, that you now knew as Alhazred, turned his head towards you. Squinting his white eyes at you, as if he was trying to get his old eyes to work. “Why yes, I see. . . take a seat.” He gestured off to the desks, most of which were now occupied. “Seokjin, you said you wanted to teach the lesson today, correct?”

Your head snapped to him, just in time to watch the tips of his ears turning a bright red. He never mentioned anything about teaching to you! Granted you’d only met him only the other day, but surely that’s something he would’ve mentioned.

“Yes, sir. If you don’t mind.”

“Carry on then,” the professor said as he hobbled off to a chair, set off in the corner of the room.

“Right, excuse me,” Seokjin said, gently pushing past you to go to the raised platform. Leaving you to quickly move yourself over to the nearest free desk, which was just your luck in the front row.

Lowing yourself down to your knees, you listened carefully as Seokjin began. Behind him, on one of the blackboards, chalk flew up, writing down the lesson for the day. Probably as a mercy for you, he mentioned a quick review over what they learned last class. But unfortunately, it was still a few levels above you. It was something you expected though, being a bit behind at the start, so you paid extra close attention to his words, writing down each sentence with vigor. Seokjin kept glancing at you, slowing down and giving you enough time to catch up.

By the end of class, your wrist was sore and covered in ink smudges.

“How did you enjoy the class?” Seokjin asked once he dismissed everyone.

“I did, you didn’t tell me you were the teacher’s assistant though.”

He smiled shyly, looking down to his feet. “I’m sorry, it slipped my mind. Honest.”

“Do you want to be a teacher?” You asked as you both headed up towards the ladder, already feeling the heat from the square of sunlight coming down from above.

“Yes, and considering the lack of a proper Balance professor-”

“Ahem,” Alhazred coughed from behind.

“-At Ravenwood!” He shouted back as you climbed up the rope ladder towards the surface.

You waited at the top for him as he climbed up after you. “You plan on replacing Arthur?”

“Replace?” He shook his head as he stood up straight next to you. “No, help. And if he chooses to retire, then maybe take his place. But there’s also a lack of secondary Death tutors.”

“That’s your secondary school?”

“I have a glutton for punishment apparently, teaching myself both subjects.”

You burst out a laugh at that. “You kinda dug your own hole there. But it’s definitely something Ravenwood needs. I’m sure both Arthur and Malron would be grateful for the help,” you said as the two of you walked over towards the Krokosphinx, hoping to find the shade beneath the age-old stone carving before the ferry came.

“That’s why I’m still here. Alhazred would like me to teach some classes here for another few months. Get used to handling a class. But my hopes are to one day help build an actual classroom, no more informal study groups in the library and commons.”

“That sounds like a brilliant plan, Seokjin. I hope one day it happens.”

“Thank you, Y/N.” He smiled at you, meeting your eyes.

Heat rushed to your cheeks, leaving you unsure if it was the heat or not. “We should- the ferry-”

“Oh yeah, right. It’s almost here, come on!” Seokjin started back over towards the dock, while you strayed behind for a moment, watching him as he walked. You already knew you were excited to be here, to learn more and advance in your studies, but now you for sure had a bit more to look forward to.

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un-deux-zero-quatre · 4 years

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"come be my teacher"

jin as a yonsei TA moodboard ♡

this is my first moodboard so i have a lot to learn still.

read here~

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minisugakoobies · 3 years

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Sparkly Surprise | KSJ

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: fluff, established relationship, non-Idol!AU

Rating: T

Warnings: kissing, swearing, domestic bliss, Jin's nerves get the best of him, it's as sweet as a box of chocolates

Word Count: 1k

Disclaimers: None, other than obviously I don’t own BTS - they simply inspire me

Summary: Jin's got a sparkly surprise for you.

Prompts: Emotion #23 Nervousness & Dialogue #7 “There are so many hearts everywhere…”

A/N: Written for the @btscreatorscorner Secret Valentine Project! My valentine is @seokjins-luigi - Happy Valentine's Day, Amanda! I hope you like your gift. 💕

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“Oh my god.”

Your living room is a war zone. Red everywhere.

Red glitter, to be specific. Tiny, sparkly hearts cover every possible surface - the couch, the tables, the floor, even the shelves on the walls are coated in sparkles.

It looks like a fairy exploded in your house.

“What. The. Fuck?” you ask the room. No one else is in there with you, other than your cat Abyss, and she has no answer, though she does give you a fairly indignant look for waking her with your question. She’s lying on a pile of glitter, so you gently shoo her out, frowning as her black fur sheds confetti as she pads away.

A pair of feet thunder down the stairs and in walks the love of your life, Seokjin, vacuum in hand. He spots you standing in the living room, looking completely flabbergasted, and the tips of his ears turn bright crimson before he even speaks.

“Uh, hey! I thought you were going to be out all day…?” Crap. How is he going to clean up this mess without explaining to you exactly why this happened? This will take some quick thinking on his part.

“Hey, baby, nice to see you too.”

“Hi, hello, sorry,” Seokjin mumbles, bending to kiss your cheek. “What happened to the shopping spree? I thought you and Hoseok-ah were planning on spending the entire day together?”

“Hobi got some sort of emergency text from work, so he had to leave. I didn’t feel like shopping alone. But don’t worry, I managed to do plenty of damage before we called it quits.” You raise the bags still clutched in your hands. “I didn’t think it’d be such a shock to be done early.”

“Sorry,” he apologizes again. “Just wasn’t expecting to see you.”

“Well, we’re both finding surprises waiting for us here, aren’t we? I certainly wasn’t expecting to come home and discover that a unicorn has been murdered in my living room.”

Kicking a pile of hearts with the toe of your boot, you glance at your boyfriend, waiting.

“Yeahhhhh, sooooo…” Seokjin sets the vacuum down with a nervous smile. The color staining his cheeks matches the ruby red of the room. “I had a little accident.”

“You don’t say?”

“I kinda… rented… a confetti launcher. And when I was loading it, it kinda… went off unexpectedly.” He reaches behind the couch, pulling out a small black cannon. Bits of glitter cling to the metal as he holds it up.

Your eyebrows shoot up. “You rented a confetti launcher? Jin… Seokjin… baby… why??”

Quick, why would someone rent one? Birthday party? Neither of you were born today. Graduation? It’s been a while since you both finished school.

Maybe he’ll just have to fudge the truth a little bit. Lie by omission.

“Uh, Happy Valentine’s Day?” He spreads his arms wide, grinning hard. “Ta-da?”

“Wait, your Valentine’s Day plan was to bury the house in confetti?” you inquire incredulously. “Look at this place! There are so many hearts everywhere…”

In the two years you’ve been together, Seokjin’s never really been one for any sort of over-the-top gestures of affection, preferring to express how he feels through his actions. Like doing all the cooking for the two of you, so you never have to worry about it. Or slipping love notes into your pockets for you to find and read later. The big, showy stuff, the grand declarations of love - that’s not Seokjin. He doesn’t shower you with flowers or things that sparkle.

Except, strike that last one, apparently he does. Just on an itty bitty scale.

“Yep. Uh, kinda. I was hoping to make it a special Valentine’s Day, but… this is not the way I wanted to do it. The plan was to set it off on the patio, after dinner. Thought it would be a… nice touch. Really create an atmosphere.” Of what, he can’t say. He pauses, unsure if you’re buying this. “The, uh, confetti is biodegradable, so….”

Seokjin seems anxious. Is he afraid you’re mad at him? Just because your living room looks like a crime scene at a disco ball factory? He obviously made a mistake.

“Oh, really? That’s good. Now we just gotta wait for our living room to decompose.” Brushing confetti from the table, you sigh in mock irritation “Jin. It looks like you murked an animated vampire in here. Is that the atmosphere you were going for?”

The playful gleam in your eyes eases Seokjin’s worries. His shoulders drop in relief.

“I gotta hand it to you, baby. None of my other valentines ever did anything like… this… before, so kudos for being original.” Dropping your shopping bags, you reach up and cup your boyfriend’s handsome face, tugging him to you for a kiss.

Seokjin wraps his arms around your waist and smooches you happily. Crisis averted.

After a moment, you smile. “But you’re gonna clean all this up, right?”

“Oh, yeah. Don’t worry.” He gestures to the vacuum. “I’ll have this place confetti-free in no time.” He slides his hands into his pockets. “You go put your new purchases away while I take care of this. Uh, since you’re home, I can start dinner afterward, if you’d like?”

“Perfect.” You loop your arms through his and gaze adoringly up at him. “Maybe I’ll put on one of my new ensembles and join you for a glass of wine while you cook? I might have bought you a little something for Valentine’s Day.” You flutter your eyelashes. “You can unwrap me after dinner.”

Seokjin’s ears flush again. “That, uh, sounds like a really great idea. Can’t wait to see my gift.”

“Me neither,” you murmur, lightly brushing your lips against his. Grabbing your packages, you head for your bedroom as Seokjin sighs.

He glances at the accidentally sequined living room. What an absolute mess. But at least he avoided outright disaster, he thinks, as his fingers clutch the velvety box in his pocket. It'll still be a Valentine's Day to remember.

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citrustan · 3 years

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lovefool [drabble 1] (jjk)

Pairing: jeon jungkook × reader

Genre: angst, fluff (sort of), smut

Summary: where you and jungkook innocently flirt and get scrutinized by yuna.

Word count: 1k

Note: this is part of the 'lovefool' (and chapter 2) au. I have another drabble lined up. I had to cut this one short bc it was longer than the second chapter lol so that’s drabble 2 now and it’ll be out in a few days’ time too.

When Yuna first introduced the two of you, she didn't expect you to still be around after a week.

Jungkook had a routine.

He made his intentions perfectly clear to the girls he met, he's in it for a good time and that was it. Nobody stuck around for more than five days, Jungkook just wasn't interested.

Yuna hopes it's just because you're a lot harder to get into bed with that you're around for so long.

The slightest thought of Jungkook possibly being interested in you for more than sex riles her up. She doesn't think you're his type and doesn't believe you had it in you to even befriend a man like Jungkook, let alone date him. She had already formed an opinion on you on the basis of your growing relationship with her best friend.

You're all at Jungkook's apartment along with three of their older friends--- Jimin, Taehyung and Seokjin.

They've all been very welcoming to you and have accepted you as a part of their circle.

You're thankful for that because even after a month into your first year, you had not managed to make a single friend (other than your Roman Catholic roommate: she's probably nice but her political views are concerning). So, you were glad to have met Yuna.

Neither you nor Yuna herself realize how hard she's leering at you while her best friend flirts with you--- Jungkook is currently comparing the size of your hand with his.

His hand easily envelopes your smaller one, making you blush violently.

You remember reading a Tumblr post that stated this interaction as the epitome of flirting.

You're seated on his lounge chair (that she picked out) while Jungkook is seated on the armrest.

Jungkook now wants to play thumb fight with you.

It's just some innocent flirting.

You feel like you're fifteen again, watching Park Sooyoung play tennis. She was your 'first love'. You had not felt this way in a long time but you couldn't separate your emotions.

It was difficult for you to figure out why you felt this was--- was it just because Jungkook was the most attractive man you've ever seen? Is it because you've been so touch starved that you'd go for anyone at this point? Is it because you know he's completely out of your league?

These thoughts bothered you every day.

Anytime Jungkook would text you or call you, your first instinct is to ignore him or decline his phone call.

Obviously, you choose to force yourself to socialize instead.

"They look like they're having fun," Taehyung approaches Yuna, "She's Jungkook's type, don't you think?"

They watched as Jungkook playfully messes with your hair while you scowl at him.

When Yuna doesn't respond, Taehyung bends down to her level, "Yu? Don't overthink it, he's probably too blind to notice it and he'll be over her sooner than you think."

"You don't need to tell me twice. It's a shame though. She and I would've gotten along." Yuna flashes him a close-lipped smile.

Taehyung laughs out a 'yeah sure' and makes his way back into the kitchen where the two other men prepared dinner.

Yuna can't make sense of her contempt towards you just yet.

All she wanted was to go back to spending time with Jungkook like they used to before you came into the picture.

If you really think about it, in a way, Yuna was somewhat clingy too but she gets a free pass because she's the childhood best friend.

The purpose of this whole dinner was to get you and Jungkook's friends acquainted.

Later that night, you discover that Taehyung and you were attending the same university, however, he's attending as a TA for art history, which was one of your extra credit courses. You felt like you hit the jackpot. They're a very diverse friend group. You were making a lot of important connections here too.

You're currently in the kitchen trying to figure out how to work the portable mini oven.

You brought cookie dough for dessert. You noticed Yuna never spoke to you the whole night.

You threw many balls at her but she never caught on to your clues and conversation starters. So, you really don't know anything about her.

Incidentally, she barges into the kitchen and is shocked to see you there.

"_____, I figured you'd have left by now.”

“Oh, no, well- I was waiting for an opportunity to talk to you and hopefully-” you start but get cut off by Jungkook placing his arms around the two of you. “Look at us, me and my two favourite girls.”

Yuna hated the dumb look on your face. Your crush on her best friend was obvious.

Jungkook let go of Yuna and directed all hid attention to you. He brushed a few stray strands of hair away from your eyes, “Let me give you a ride home.”

“I thought you were driving me home?” Yuna pouted.

Jungkook tapped her on the cheek, “No, that’s why I asked you to bring your car, dummy. _____ lives on the opposite route so we can’t carpool.”

“Why can’t she bring her own car?” Yuna childishly folds her arms.

“It doesn’t matter, Yuna, it was pre-”

“Or just let her go with Taehyung- or, the bus? Aren’t you used to public transport anyway? Why do I have to change my entire schedule?”

Yuna doesn’t mean to be bitchy. Trust her when she says she realises how trashy she sounds.

She almost winced after those remarks left her mouth.

Before you or Jungkook could interrupt, Taehyung swooped in and offered to take you home. You instantly agreed.

It’d be a lie if you said you weren’t disappointed you wouldn’t get to spend more time with Jungkook.

But you knew better than to be in the middle of two best friends.

You don’t exactly know their relationship yet. Maybe Jungkook wasn’t available to you in the way you’d want. It’s too soon to tell.

You can tell Yuna was uncomfortable around you. She seemed vicious and you didn’t want to deal with that just yet. As long as you haven’t actively tried to offend her, it’s her issue, not yours.

Taehyung’s company is great. You discuss a little bit of everything under the sun, from moss to Jeff Bezos’ dumb space adventure, except Jungkook and Yuna, on the car ride back to your dormitory.

He dropped you at your door and watched you go in as per Jungkook’s request.

Yuna stayed back at Jungkook’s place after the short altercation.

Jungkook knows something’s off but won’t address it until Yuna does. So, he ignores the shift in her behaviour.

He dropped her home the next day after lunch.

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Hii!! Can you please give recs about cheating and regret?(any member) It doesn't matter if the ending is happy or not, I just want to cry skskksms🤧🤧 Thankyou love!!💖💖

🌷 Here you go, anon 😊.

Thank you dear authors for these fics! ♥️

Note: I don’t condone and support cheating. These are just works of fiction and I appreciate how these writers tackled the scenarios.

BTS Infidelity/Cheating AUs

implied or suspected | member cheating on OC | member x OC cheating on partners | OC cheated on member | Member being cheated on by SO

There are fics I can’t recall the title/s of but I’ll try to update once I remember. I didn’t include fics that romanticizes it (like pwp type)

Jungkook

Break up With Your Girlfriend @pradaksj - 1920s

Chasing Pavements (ongoing) @guklvr - married bestfriend!JK [4/5] not really full-blown cheating

Comfort Inn Ending @joonbird - established turned exes, idol!au [7/7]

Decalcomania @floralseokjin - established relationship [2/2]

Forever Has a Limit @readyplayerhobi - husband!jk drabble

Ghost in my Bed (ongoing) @yeojaa - exes!au, e2l, rockstar [4/?]

I’d Rather be Dead + Everything I Wanted (ongoing) @starshapedkookie - fratboy!jk [2/3]

I Hate You, I Love You @jungblue - bestfriend!jk, unrequited love [2/2 + drabbles morning truths + when spirits spill]

Love is Not Over @moonnightyoongi - established relationship [7/7]

Mutual Help (ongoing) @personasintro - bestfriend!au, broken up sad boy Jungkook (not really a cheating au but topics of cheating are touched upon across chapters. Also, this is the only reason I visit wattpad 😁. It's really angsty too!) [33/?]

Paradise @lunar-jimin - ceo x secretary

Rain by nijoon [AO3] - husband, divorce!au

Red by @7deadlysinsfics [AO3, but they'll repost on tumblr soon) - affair

Slow and Steady @yoonia - artist!jk, husband!jk

Snapdragon + Daffodil @dfdph - fratboy!jk, college au (part 2: doctor!jungkook, doctor!reader, exes au)

Sound the Alarms @littlemisskookie - bestfriend’s boyfriend [8/8]

Splinter @/jungblue - exes reunion

Stubborn Love @hoseoksyn - modern day royalty, bodyguard

UNDO @/moonnightyoongi - affair, college au (01 02 03 04)

Way Down in Bed Stuy @minstrivia - sister’s boyfriend; very angsty

Yoongi

If Walls Could Talk @smoochkooks - fwb!au

Stay High @personasintro - exes!au

UNDO @yoonia - exes!au (I remember needing a moment to calm down after reading this fic) [one shot + 7/7 drabbles]

Wrong hoseokiehopie [AO3] - fuckboy!au [10/10]

Wildest Moments @/joonbird - producer!yoongi [7/7]

Somebody Else @sincerelyourfangirl - Your husband found solace in somebody else’s arms. [6/6]

Third Wheeling (ongoing, updates every Sat) @untaemedqueen - ceo!au, married!yoongi, pregnancy [17/?]

Jimin

Come Home to Me...Darling @roses-ruby - husband au [2/2]

Faded Love @jamaisjoons - husband au

Taehyung

Cheater @/personasintro - Ten proofs you got to find out the truth but you were too blind in love to see.

Let Love Be Enough @jingabitch - exes!au, divorced couple

Hoseok

Swan Song @avveh - Lord!hoseok x maid!reader 👀 [2/2]

This is Not a Love Story @sincerelyourfangirl - almost wedding

The Story of Us @/littlemisskookie - in a diary form, suspecting JHS of cheating

Namjoon

Stranger I Met on the Bus @9uk - strangers2lovers

Promises @jeonsweetheart - husband au, idol au [5/5]

Break Up With Your Girlfriend @lovetrivia - TA!Namjoon Namjoon has a GF who broke his heart (but he still wants her until our tease OC comes along 😉)

Seokjin

Infidelity @jungk0oksthighs - ex!husband

My Tiny Secret @personasintro - mistress AU

Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook

Everything Goes @/jamaisjoons - fuckboy!kth

Get Someone You Love @bangtaninink - exes!au, pining koo

House of Cards @aiimaginesbts - friend!kth [10/10]

Jungkook x Reader x Yoongi

Hidden Stars @/jungblue - idol!au [5/5 + drabble]

I Feel You in my Heart (ongoing) @purpletaecup - exes!au, discussions of cheating [11/?]

Jimin x Reader x Jungkook

Intoxicated @sugarjaee - fuckboy!jk, jimin comes in latter parts [6/6 + drabble]

Right of Way by fringesofinsanity [AO3] I can still hear hearts shattering 💔 [12/12]

Taehyung x Reader x Jimin

Slight Changes @jiminimoon - idol!au, appearance of Hwarang actors (lol) [11/11]

🌷 posted: 2021 Feb 11 🌷 other lists 🌷 I love to read so feel free to recommend a fic =)

Please note that the fics are NOT mine. Please show these authors love by reblogging their fics, giving them feedback, and engaging in any positive interaction you can think of! 🥰

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