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Colorless | 02

Summary: The world is split in two, there are the colorless, and then there are the gifted, as in gifted with the sight of colors. Apparently, once you find your soulmate, when you really accept him or her, or when you finally realize that it’s true love, the colorless are supposed to be able to see color.

Genre: Soulmate!AU

Member: Seokjin x reader

Word Count: 4,456

Author’s Note: Hey guys, so I’m sorry this took so long, but I seriously wasn’t kidding when I said I had such a hard time writing about Jin, I just find his character strange to put into writing? Like I know how he is, but he comes out so different in my writing that had to write this chapter at LEAST 4 times. Enjoy!

Seokjin wasn’t just your teacher.

You stared intently at the front as the back of the classroom where you were positioned at started getting rowdy as the end of your class neared and the two week long Christmas vacation slowly approached. But the only thing that really had your attention was the small box in your hand. It took you nearly a month looking for the exact one, all to give to him for Christmas. When the bell finally rings, you’ve already twirled the end of the ribbon hundreds of times around your finger.

“Yah, Y/N. We’re going ahead.” Joy slams a hand on your desk to get your attention as you continued to stare at the teacher’s table at the front of the room.

“Oh!” You blink up at Joy and Yerin in surprise, “Sure! I’ll see you two during the break.” You grin at them while they blew kisses in your direction as they walked out the door.

You gather your things, only holding onto the pink box that you’d been tinkering with every since you finished wrapping it in the early morning. Rounding the corner, you catch a glimpse of Mr. Kim Seokjin, on his way to his car.

You quickly run up to him, “Jin!” you wave your arms in the air.

He turns back to look at you, instantly gleaming at the sight of you running, “Oh, Y/N, I thought I told you not to call me by my first name when we’re at school.” He shakes his head while patting yours at the same time, “Nevermind, it’s already Christmas vacation anyway.” He climbs into his car, but before he can shut it, you hold on quickly to the door.

“Don’t be late for our dinner tonight! All my parents have been talking about since we started putting up decorations was their Seokjinie.” You make a disgusted face at him.

He looks up at you seriously, giving a small snort of a chuckle and anything he says after that has already been lost to the silence that already took up your mind as the colors started creeping up again on his suit jacket which you now realized was a dark grey color in contrast to his usually bright persona, his eyes went from black to chocolate brown, his cheeks already manifested that pink blush whenever it was cold as smoke came out of his mouth in between his pink supple lips as he talked. He was beautiful, and just as fast as it had appeared, it disappeared along with Jin who was already driving away in his car leaving you to marvel at the disappearing blue color of his car and then everything was once again grey.

You walk home in utter euphoria, passing by the bridge and stopping at the old lady’s wooden crate of whatever food she was selling that day. Today it was just loaves of bread, you buy two, smiling gratefully at the old woman.

“I heard it’s time for your vacation.” She smiles at you.

You nod you head enthusiastically, “Yup! But don’t miss me too much, okay? I’)) drop by every few days!”

She laughs at your cheeky answer, “Was I really that transparent?”

You wave goodbye, “I’ll see you around!” she waves back just as much.

That was a grandmother you passed by during your second week of high school back when you were still a freshman, in the morning, you help her carry the wooden crate that was just way too heavy for her to bring and after school you’d buy whatever she was selling.

“Oh?” You notice that girl you sat next to in World History walking hand in hand with that student librarian, “Hi!” You greet them brightly.

The boy smiles in your direction, looking at his girlfriend expectedly. But she only stares at you in confusion.

“Yah, this is Y/N. She sits next to you in World History.” He chuckles nervously, “I’m really sorry about her, she’s always like this.”

“Ah. You’re that girl who likes Mr. Kim.” she snaps her fingers.

It takes the three of you a few moments just blinking before you realize what she’s just said and in front of a student that you noticed is quite close with Jin, “I-I-I don’t!” Your face heats up in embarrassment.

She blinks a few times, probably thinking and you pray to God that she realizes nobody can know that you have a thing for Mr. Kim Seokjin, “Ah.” she pounds the side of her fist on her open palm in realization, “I must have you mistaken for that other girl, Yoona. Sorry. Let’s go Namjoon.” she starts to pull him away in haste.

You stare at their retreating forms, stopping at the old lady with Namjoon making a fuss about wanting bread. She looks at you from behind his arm, and gives you a wink and a slight smile as if to say your secret's safe with her.

You walk down at the patch of grass connecting to the river that flowed under the bridge you were walking along a few minutes ago when a familiar cat walks over to you, nudging the loaf of bread in your hands which you were already going to give to her anyway. You set the bread down for the cat to eat as you lay next to her on your back, looking up at the sky, grey as usual.

You sat in your room, hours after getting home. You stared at the pink box, the longer it took you to give it to him, the less confident you were getting at actually giving it to him. It’s fine. Your family had a secret santa picking, except he wasn’t who you actually picked. I mean, it could be explainable, he was your teacher, perhaps you could mask it as a gift of gratitude? If Jin even so much as found out it had an inkling of feelings, he’d make fun of you for a year. You rest your forehead on the wooden table, nervous for the exchange of gifts later that night after dinner when everybody arrived.

“Anybody home?” Like a sailor to a siren song, you instantly sit upright, already feeling butterflies just from hearing his voice. Jin has arrived.

“Jin! Great to see you again! It’s been so long!” You already see your dad giving him one hell of an embrace.

“Easy there dad. You might kill him before Mom’s meatloaf does.” You chuckle at their antics.

“Well what can I say? I don’t get to see my beautiful daughter’s boyfriend everyday.” He gives Jin a few pats on the back, “Getting meat on those bones I see, my wife’s gonna be happy to hear about that.” He quickly exits to inform your mother of Jin’s arrival.

“Jin.” You grin at him from across the living room.

He opens his arms wide, as he waits for you to get in between for an embrace, “Hey there Y/N. Long time to see.” He smiles softly at you as he continued to hug you. You feel the heat radiate off of his clothes, and the smell of his cologne as it lingers in the air. Your surroundings become clear with color as sparkles of red and green show up in your line of sight. You clutch the box in your hand, just about ready to give it to him.

“What about me? No love for me?”

The smile falters, almost, but you catch it in time. You look from behind Jin’s figure at your big sister Irene.

You quickly let go of Jin, amd run up to her to give her a hug, “Of course you get a hug, I missed you so much, Irene.”

That was your sister Irene, she was Jin’s girlfriend. And unlike you, Irene was every and any guy’s dream girl. She and Jin were in college, with her going there full time for her masters and Jin taking weekend classes for his while also teaching at your high school.

They met when you had to bring Irene to a parent teacher conference because your parents were out of town, but Jin insists he saw the two of you grocery shopping a year back. That same day, they went out for a coffee date. A month later, Jin finally told Irene how he remembered seeing us a year ago even though for the death of him, he couldn’t remember what he’d had for breakfast the day before, he was in love, he’d seen the dark coal color of Irene’s hair, and the supple redness of the apples in her hands, ‘like an explosion’ he’d call it for the nth time he and Irene would recount that story. It made you sick to your stomach. Loving your sister, and having these feelings for Jin when he’d already found his soulmate. This wasn’t right. But that didn’t stop the constant spreading of color whenever Jin was around. How it followed him, and when he left, it’d all go back to black and white. So you push those feelings back down in your stomach, where they wouldn’t bother your poor old cardiovascular muscle.

“Did you hear what I just said? Y/n?” Irene’s face was directly in front of you now.

“Hmm? Yeah. Sorry. I was just thinking about mom’s meatloaf.” you look over at Jin who jokingly pulls a finger across his neck like he was dying and you give a snort of a laugh. But then you see Irene, lay her head on his shoulder, nuzzling his neck and suddenly you feel like vomiting.

You quickly rush over the the coat hangers and grab your scarf and coat, “I’ll be back. I just need to buy some...some- uh.”

“Feminine products?” Jin suggests. You knew that he knew you just needed to get out of there. He was helping you cover up, if only he knew why you needed to get out of there.

Before Irene could even say another word, the door has already been slammed shut. You made your way to the nearest 7-11, nearly 5 blocks away into the very center of the town, you stared at the stupid lollipop you contemplated on buying for the past 5 minutes until you noticed a senior from your high school, you think his name was Jisung with two of his younger friends near you, of the two, one was your classmate, who gave you a friendly grin, and waved hello.

“Oh, hi, Jaehwan.” you crinkle your eyes at him, “Enjoy your winter break.” you give a small wave and move your attention back to the aisle of candy in front of you.

You heard feet shuffling and muffled whispers, and exactly as you looked up, they’d pushed their skinny other unknown friend towards you clumsily, you may add.

He had his head down, and hands in his pocket, but you tried to get a peek at him anyway, “Hi?” you raised your hand in front of his chest for a handshake, “I’m Y/N, I don’t think I’ve seen you around before, are you a senior like Jisung?” he was on the tall side, so you expected him to be a senior.

He lifted his face slowly when he realized you were taking control of the conversation, “S-Seongwoo. I’m in the same year as you, but my class is all the way at the other side of the building so we’ve never met.”

You stare at him in awe. He was quite, beautiful. Like a face you wanted to paint, “Ah, well, I like that Orion’s belt on your cheek.” you giggle at the strange placing of beauty marks on his face, “I should get going.”

You grab the lollipop off of the shelf, and walk towards the cashier, and just before he could scab the product you realized you’d left your wallet at home.

“Oh shit.” You groan, “Nevermind, I won’t be getting it.” you stalk slowly towards the exit.

By now, Jin and Irene were probably cuddled on the sofa right next to the Christmas tree. You couldn’t bear to see that, so you take a turn towards the grassy riverbank you were on earlier, and like instinct the cat was already here.

You lie on the grass, as the cat makes itself comfortable and lies right next to your head. It wasn’t fair that this was happening to you. You loved Irene and you wanted nothing but happiness for her, but at the same time you felt the same for Jin, and even though you want to the of them to be happy, you didn’t want them to be happy with each other. You sniffle as the tears in your eyes trickle down the side of you face.

“Meow”

You look at the cat, “God, I’m such a horrible person. How could I even think something like that.”

“Like what?”

You jump and scream in surprise when Seongwoo’s face suddenly pops up in front of your face, accidentally bopping him on the head as well.

“Oh my God!” You rush to sit next to him, “Are you okay? I’m so sorry.” You caress the already reddening mark on his forehead, “I’m such a klutz.”

He opens his eyes, blinks a few times, “Never been better.”

You quickly retract your hand, like getting burnt on the stovetop, “I-I should get going. My mom’s rank meatloaf isn’t gonna finish itself.”

Seongwoo gets up ungracefully, “I-I could bring you there, walking all alone in the cold at night nonetheless isn’t the best idea.” He inched closer to you, “You might get shanked.” he whispers

You giggle, “Well, I guess I don’t want to get shanked.”

“Alright then!” He runs to his bike, “Get on.”

When you two finally arrived at your house, Jin was sitting out in the cold. From the footsteps going to and from the front steps, he’d probably been pacing. He had his arms crossed on top of his knees as he looked out into the cold winter night, then finally at you.

He jumps up, patting his clothes and walking over to Seongwoo with a hard glare, “For Pete’s sake, Y/n. It’s already past ten.”

Your cheeks fill with warmth at the thought that Jin had been waiting out here in the cold for who knows how long just to wait for you to get home, “S-sorry. I lost track of time.” Your words turn into mumbles as you tried to focus on the fact that Jin, your Jin was angry at you.

“Yeah.” He grabs your arm, pulling you farther away from Seongwoo, “I see that.”

“Hey Mr. Kim, Sorry about that-”

He whips his head towards Seongwoo, “And I take it you don’t own a watch, Mr. Ong?”

You pull your arm free, “Hey, Jin. Take it easy. If it wasn’t for Seongwoo I’d still be at least an hour away from here. He wouldn’t let me walk home alone.” You felt bad for Seongwoo, he’d already sacrificed whatever time he probably had with his family for you, only to reach this spectacle upon arrival.

“Honey?” You peek from behind Jin, where your mother is standing by the doorway all snug in her sweater and apron, “Did you bring a guest?”

“Oh, no. It's fine, I can just go find my friends-”

“Nonsense!” She rushes over to the front lawn and grabs hold of Seongwoo’s arm, “Nobody needs to spend the holidays without a hot meal at this time of night.” She walks him to the front door, “Y/n, why don’t you make you guest a cup of hot chocolate?” She shoots you a quick wink and thumbs up behind both Jin and Seongwoo’s back that has you groaning.

You try to reach your room upstairs as fast as possible without spilling any of the hot chocolate your mother had you juggling after filling it to the brim, “I’m really sorry about my mom.” You laugh nervously.

Seongwoo chuckled nervously as well, dinner just finished and even though Seongwoo played it cool as a cucumber, you could still feel the effects of Jin’s unwavering glare on the poor guy.

“Sorry about Jin, too.” You mumble.

“He’s a pretty cool teacher, but a scary guy in general.” He scratches the back of his neck before getting his tongue burnt on the hot chocolate.

“Yeah, he treats me like his little sister, since he’s dating my older sister. She was the pretty one, trying to calm Jin down the whole dinner.” You instinctively tidy your room, finally conscious that this was the first time that a boy your age was in your room. The first guy that’s ever been in your room was Jin.

Two Years Ago

You rush home, cutting class instead of finishing the whole day, nobody even remembered your birthday. Not Irene, and not even your mom or dad who both decided to take a long needed vacation on their youngest daughter’s vacation, not even your friends, remembered. You slam the front door shut behind you, the tears already threatening their way down your face as you felt like crawling up to your room. Jin didn’t even come to class today.

You open the door to your room, when the lights are switched on and Jin’s in your face, singing “Happy Birthday” with a stupid alpaca birthday hat, and a round cake with unicorns on it, all while he had the world’s largest shit eating grin on his face.

That was the first birthday you ever spent with Jin, first of many, you to just sat on the floor, streamers and decorations everywhere with Jin’s stuffed alpaca on your bed as you two ate cake with your bare hands.

Seongwoo shrugs, “The only time he really calmed down was when you distracted him long enough to get his attention away from me and onto you.” He takes another daring sip of his hot chocolate, this time not getting burnt, “Thanks for having me over tonight by the way.”

“No problem.” You two just sit there staring at each other, “But what about your plans? Where’s your family?”

Seongwoo shrugs, “They left for some crazy business convention or cruise thing last week.” He slumps his shoulders, “Didn’t even tell me when they’d get back.

You sigh, moving over next to him and placing an understanding hand on his shoulder, “I know the feeling. My parents always forget about me too.

Seongwoo looks over at you slowly, “But for once… I think I’m glad that they’re gone.

Your face gets hot again before Jin’s bursting through the door asing Jin what time Seongwoo’s leaving so he can bring him home which Seongwoo takes as his cue to leave, but not before you get up to give him a quick peck on the cheek as you point to the mistletoe just above your door frame, “Tradition.” You shrug.

“Tradition.” He repeats stupidly with a grin.

5 Years later

You’re already in your car, on the way back to your hometown, which for the past four years you were in college you never actually saw unless it was decorated in over the top Christmas decors. But now you were just living in the city, and just didn’t have enough time to come home, until now. You park on the block over since there were already too many cars in the driveway anyway.

Upon entering the threshold, your met with a suffocating group hug from your parents and sister. When that’s over, you’re enveloped in an even tighter embrace from Jin. He and Irene didn’t work out, but that didn’t mean they couldn't be friends. Irene always said, Jin had always felt more like a friend to her than a soulmate, but you would’ve guessed the opposite when you’d listen to her cry herself to sleep for two weeks when their relationship finally imploded. Of course, you’d never tell her that.

“Where is it?” You mom is the first to ask the question that’s been in everyone’s mind since you even declared you’d come home for your birthday.

You roll your eyes, pulling out your left hand from your pocket and pushing it in their direction, everyone cooed and awed at the ring, except Jin who stayed silent by the stairs.

Irene clears her throat, “Alright, why don’t you put that baby away before I steal it.” She pulls the ring off, dropping it in your open palm, “I’m gonna get upset that you’re getting married before you, you know.” She gives you a cheeky wink, “I’ve got first dibs on you.”

Which was why an hour later you were at the spa with Irene, getting mani pedis and facials all before going shopping.

“So…” She starts.”

“So?”

“Are you sure about this whole marriage thing?” She makes a weird hand motion in your direction.

“Am I sure?” You scoff, “Irene, we’ve been together for 5 years, if I’m still not sure, that’d just make me a bitch for dragging him along for so long.”

“Hmmm, right, right.” She mumbles, “But what if he’s not the one-”

“I don’t care about that anymore.” You shrug, “I am tired, Irene. I am so tired of fighting against fate and destiny. If fate or destiny didn’t want me to end up with this person, then they should have done something about it years ago.”

“I’m sorry.” She lets out in a quiet squeak, “Not just for my comments, but because I took every chance I could to rub my relationship in your face.”

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

“Yeah, you do. I’m not a dipshit, Y/n, I’ve seen how you looked at Jin, and I knew that you felt something for him, but I just kept pushing and pushing and pushing in hopes that you’d understand that he was mine and one day you’d find your own, but when you did, everything just unraveled.”

“I just hope you know that I’m glad you found your forever person Y/n. I’m just not sure it’s with the right guy.”

You looked at her with wide eyes, “W-what do you mean?”

She shrugs, “You’re a smart girl Y/n. Figure it out.”

By the time you get home, it’s already late at night, your dad is shoving some fireworks he bought for your birthday in your face and Jin is nowhere to be seen.

You run throughout the neighborhood, searching for Jin, even at your old high school where he used to teach.

“Happy graduation to both of us!” Jin take the tassel from your cap and places it on the other side then gets a picture from both your camera and his thanks to your parents.

“I still don’t know why you’ve decided to just stop teaching here. I thought you loved it here. I thought you’d at last take over the Science department once you were done with your Masters degree.”

He hold his hand up to your face, “Oh please, if anything, they would have to make a whole new department here on Psychology. These fools know better than to clump me with a bunch of wannabe subjects.” He scoffs.

“I’m serious, Jin. I was so ready to come home every now and then adn have the task of visiting here at least once during my visit to have lunch with you.” You dig inside your bag for the right bag.

“There’s nothing here for me anymore.” He sighs, “I don’t have any purpose to be teaching here.” He smiles sadly at the gym, “If anything, it’s the students here who have made the biggest impact on me.” He digs into his bag as well, pulling out a small box right as you pull yours out.

You open your first, a small parka, way too small to fit on you, that’s for sure.

“It’s for RJ. I don’t want you getting RJ cold while you’re partying it up in college.” He rolls his eyes at you.

He opens up his box, taking a good look at the tie you bought for him, he splutters a laugh, “I love it, Y/n.” He looks at you fondly before enveloping you in an embrace, “I’ll treasure it always.”

You smiled to yourself, imagining RJ back at your house, still warm and snug in his parka. You turn around, just about ready to give up, when you see him, sitting at the very top of the staircase, a beer in his hand. You sigh, walking slowly towards him, you raise your arm, silently, he does too and you find your spot next to him.

“It was scary how adult you suddenly looked while you were walking towards me, like just yesterday you were laughing at the corniest jokes known to man, said by yours truly.”

You shrug, “We all grow up.” You chuckle, “It has to happen one way or another.” You grab a beer from the six pack next to him.

You both take a sip, “Happy birthday, Y/n.” You look over at Jin who’s smiling sadly at you.

You feel the tears in your eyes, “Why does it feel like the last Happy Birthday you’ll greet me for a long time then?”

He shrugs, “Because in who knows how long, you won’t be around to celebrate your birthday with me anymore. You’ll have someone else.” He stares up at the sky, “And even when that’s gone, I’ll still be here.”

Everyone knew about it. Back in high school, why Seongwoo’s parents pulled him out and opted for homeschooling, why he wasn’t here with you now. This would be his second procedure for the year.

You sigh, “Huntington’s is a bitch.” You grin grimly at the beer bottle, “I wanted to be there by his side, but he insisted I come home.”

“You love him right?” The sounds in the night seemed to stop at that question.

You nod your head slowly, “Almost as much as I love you.” you take a swig from your bottle, “Even when he knew, he still did this.” You gesture towards your engagement ring.

“You’re with a good guy, Y/n.” He drinks, “In fact, I don’t think I’d ever approve of anyone other than Ong Seongwoo.”

He gets up, walks over to his car and fumbles with a lighter from his pocket for a while before coming up wo you with a cake that looks like he decorated and wrote on himself, “Happy birthday, Y/n. Blow your candles and make a wish.”

You look at him and back at the cake, contemplating, you shut your eyes, and blow, “I wish you’d tell be the truth.”

When you open your eyes, all Jin says is, “It’s always been you.”, and then the light peck on the lips, the goodbye kiss to what could have been had things worked out in the beginning and that’s when color surrounds you.

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chimchiminiekookie · 5 years

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It takes at least an hlur to make one short gif guys :'( that's WITHOUT any edits.

Some of you have never worked with an editing program and think that making gifs and edits takes like two seconds and it shows

#preach

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chimchiminiekookie · 5 years

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Boys 😍

Thank you Bang PD for believing in them!

#bts #namjoon #bangtan #seokjin #yoongi #hoseok #taehyung #jimin #jungkook #bangtan boys #rm #jin #jhope #suga #bts jimin #v #jeongguk #bts v

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chimchiminiekookie · 6 years

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The Unholy Trinity™

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And in that moment, we wished we were/were all Jimmy Fallon

jimmy fallon, a jimin stan

#bts #bangtan sonyeondan #jimin #jungkook #park jimin #namjoon #taehyung #hoseok #jin #kookie #yoongi #v #suga #chimchim #seokjin #jeon jungkook #jiminie #rm #jimmy fallon

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chimchiminiekookie · 6 years

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Oh little mochi you did so well!

“HEY JIMMY! IM JIMIN!”

#bts #bangtan sonyeondan #jimin #jungkook #park jimin #namjoon #taehyung #hoseok #jin #kookie #yoongi #v #rm #mochi

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chimchiminiekookie · 6 years

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😍💖

WHAT IS HE SO FINE FOR?!

cr.(x)

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Cuties.

Are those freckles on Jungkook????? 😯

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chimchiminiekookie · 6 years

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Hello? Medics? Yes, I can't breathe

he really knows how to work that hoodie & fan

#bts #bangtan sonyeondan #jimin #park jimin #YOU ARE KILLING ME MR.PARK

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chimchiminiekookie · 6 years

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Ghost in a Shell | 01

Summary: In the year 2049, premature deaths have been reduced to the highest degree with the introduction if the concept of cyber replacement. Damaged body parts could be replaced with cyber limbs, from its creation, the successful replacement of brain and the owner’s memories were the goal. All efforts to achieve the goal were all unsuccessful, until you, the first full cybernetic brain recipient met Jungkook.

Word count: 3,199

Paring: Jungkook x Reader

A/N:

In the year 2049, premature deaths have been reduced to the highest degree with the introduction if the concept of cyber replacement as first introduced by genius Kim Namjoon.

Damaged body parts could be replaced with cyber limbs, from its creation, the successful replacement of brain and the owner’s memories were the goal, a feat that Namjoon had researched a great number of years, after five years of little to no success, Kim Namjoon ultimately scrapped the idea of brain replacement with emotional ties attached, and resumed to his life now as a University graduate.

Those with cybernetic brains resumed their home lives, despite losing their memories and their emotions, while those with nowhere to go (which were a great many) were either kept at the laboratory or were let go to do the hard labor nobody else was willing to take.

You had no family, but you were also lucky enough not to be sent away.

The Jeons were a married pair of scientists who worked at the lab. Both of whom held high positions, through the modernization and expansion of the limbs and body parts that could be used. But they were what societh called sympathizers. There were a lot like them, but the loud ones were the ones who believed the only function of cyber replaced species belonged in the working class. Sympathizers were a group of people believing in the impossible integration of the cyber brained into everyday life. As their top priority was to continue the research Kim Namjoon had started so diligently on.

You awake to smoke greeting you in a round metallic room where a large portion was dedicated to a number of computer screens from every which way in the chamber you emerged from, the next thing you see are two individuals in white as they waved at you.

You step down from the chamber amd onto the platform where you look down at them from the angle. You tilt your head, “Salutations, I am 01001010000101. How may I assist you today?”

The man looks at the woman nervously, almost passively, who were these people?

The woman clears her throat, “Uhm, well it says here-” she tapos the wooden clipboard, “Your name is actually Y/N, according to this here data sheet, you’re the first person to receive a chip taking control of all functions of the brain.”

You nod stiffly, “That is affirmative-” you squint your eyes a the woman, “Ms. Jeon Somin.”

“How did you-?”

You take the sign of her silenced question to continue, “One precise tube from the computer connects me to the laboratory database. I am familiar with its information based from a mere glance as my cyberbrain was merely wading in the computers amd records of Creator Kim Namjoon’s company.”

“Do you remember anything about your old life?” The man cuts in.

You shake your head, “Searching… searching… searching… no record could be found on a former life. I am only able to recall the moment I was created, Mr. Jeon Junhyung.”

The two stare at each other, whispering.

“As a full disclosure, I am required to inform you that I know how to read lips.” You blink at them, “You wish to take me with you in order to integrate a more human behavior and to test your hypothesis of the development of the human brain around the machine until I regain my humanity through the 3.333333333333333336% chance that your hypothesis is correct.”

The man scratches the back of his neck, “Do you disagree with our decision?”

You go through the experiment approvals from the laboratory's database and shake your head, “Negative, according to the company files, this was a project in the making from the beginning, if it is to help secure a better future for the company, then I can only agree.” you begin to walk down the stairs to the couple, “Where will K be staying?”

The short Jeon Somin laughs, “Oh honey! Where else but with our family?”

You blink a few times at the woman, family? What is this family? Is this the relationship between creator and output? If this is the case, Namjoon was your only creator, therefore your only family.

You tilt your head, “F-f-fa-mily?”

Mr. Jeon shrugs, “input the word ‘family’.” he starts to lead the way out of the round room, “It’s a bit small, as it’s just me, Somin, and Jungkook at home. However, with the only recent approval of the project, you might have to rely on Jungkook to teach you.”

You furrow your eyes, running a quick check on a Jeon Jungkook of two cybernetic scientists and what you find is a young boy, nearly the age of 11, in a jersey, “Sports? Possible connection to Jeon Jungkook.”

Ms. Jeon Somin stops in front of the door to the passenger seat of the car, “Yeah he plays soccer, how'd you know?”

You sit in the back seat as the car starts, “I was able to run a simple background check based on the limited information I was given.” you click the seatbelt on as your stomach starts to churn all of a sudden, “I also have come to understand that the company, now under the control of Kim Seokjin, Namjoon’s older brother, is requiring the two of you to introduce the concept of cybernetic organs throughout the world which means you will not always be at your house. I shall properly care for the boy, Jeon Jungkook.”

Mr. Jeon Junhyung laughs nervously, “Well Y/N, that’s very kind of you, but we’re actually leaving you to him. He’ll be taking care of you.”

You blink at the man, “Researching… researching… researching.” your head snaps in the direction of Jeon Somin, “Data probability estimates a 1 in 50 chance that I will be properly cared for by the young boy Jeon Jungkook.”

Ms. Jeon Somin fidgets nervously, “Y/N, sweetie, about that habit you have of researching, we’d like it if you started lessening your use in order to help our cause that you can become part of society once again.”

“Command accepted, I shall lessen use of information gathering to only topics foreign to me.”

The car comes to a halt in front of a big enough house, not too extravagant, but not too small either, the correct housing for a familial unit of around 6-7 humans.

“You coming, Y/N?” the open door that Mr. Jeon has held open for you beckons like a call for freedom, whicn you take your first step out of, noticing the small tremble in your legs.

“Thank you, Mr. Jeon Junhyung.”

“Ah, Y/N. You don’t have to call us by our whole names, just simply call me Somin, and my husband, Junhyung.” Somim grabs your hand and leads you inside, up the stairs to your room.

“You know, Junhyung and I were very nervous about taking you home.”

You squeeze her hand, “I understand, Somin. The induction of a completely foreign body into your house,ust be what my creator, his emotion on my predicament before the transplant as ‘terrified’. He input that the squeezing of the hand is a successful action to lessen the terror.”

She laughs quietly, “Well yes. That djd help, but we were only nervous because you weren't like the other units in the lab, you must mean a lot to the company… You were placed in a cryogenic sleep which means that this must have been your age when you were created. It just seems sad that your family never came for you.” she wipes her eyes.

You reach over to grab her wrist, “Somin, it seems you are leaking a liquid body fluid, shall I run a quick diagnosis on your current condition?”

She laughs again, patting your head, when she feels it, the scar behind your ear where the chip was implanted, “Goodness no! I am completely fine just happy that you're here with us.”

“Humans secrete liquid from their optic nerves when elated?” you tilt your head in confusion.

She shrugs, “Yeah, I mean I guess some but more so when they’re sad.”

“Mom? Dad told me to bring this up here. Is someone stayin-” A boy around the age of 18 finds his way to the room, “Oh.” he turns to Somin, “Is this her?” he points a finger in your direction.

Somin nods and jumps up and down vigorously, “Uh-huh! Isn’t she beautiful? Aren’t you excited?!”

He sets down the bag and seemingly heavy briefcase in front of you, “I guess, but like what did you get replaced? You look more human than cyborg to me.”

“Jeon Jungkook! That is a word not allowed in this house! She isn’t a cyborg-”

“It is quite fine, Somin. I do not feel offense.” you turn to the boy, “I do not know if I am feeling emotions, but my heart had sped up quite a bit possibly due to the fact that I was expecting an 11 year old boy to be Jeon Jungkook, this is my human integration feeling what I may only hypothesize as Surprise as my cyber brain tries to make sense of it.” You reach out a hand which he takes, “Greetings Jeon Jungkook, I am called Y/N. To answer your question, my optic nerves were replaced and my brain completely functions and thinks based on a chip implanted behind my ear and into my brain.”

He lifts an eyebrow, “You’re staying with my family?”

“Family is defined as Jeon Somin, Jeon Junhyung, and Jeon Jungkook. So in conclusion, I shall be staying with family.”

He looks over at Somin, “Did you two start her correctly? She isn’t familiar with basic terms.”

You look over at the two, talking about how they would start to help you adjust to normal life, was this ‘family’? What about Kim Namjoon? You notice Jungkook, still clad in his soccer uniform, his face had a smudge of dirt, while his hair was wet from sweat.

“Shall I bathe Jeon Jungkook?”

“Y-yahh! What the hell are you on about? He yells behind him in his scurry to hide his reddening face, he slams his door shut.

“Did I offend Jeon Jungkook?” You offer a quizzical look at Somin.

She pats your back, an action which has your body reacting to it by calming against her hand, “Well, how about we start with calling him Jungkook and not offering to bathe anyone hm? Ne’s just embarrassed.” She giggled into her hand, “Let’s start unpacking, shall we?”

“These… these are mine?” you examine the clothes, compared to the maroon hoodie and sweatpants you were currently wearing, “They are very feminine, quite full of character.”

Somin shrugs, “Well, you had a room back at the lab, we took everything in it and incorporated it here, these were the clothes left behind, along with this strange briefcase we haven’t even tried to open.”

You looked at the article of clothing so long, you tried to will yourself to remember something, anything, “This belonged to the me who was completely human.” you scan the items, trying to find even just a picture from perhals anything you had seen during the few months you were active when you first got made, however nothing came up.

You look over at Somin, quietly folding your clothes, as sh hummed quietly to herself. You clenched your fist, feeling nothing at what most humans would believe should be a sentimental moment. You were human, but all of your humanity had left you, leaving behind a ghost of your former self, one that you could not even remember.

“If it is something I cannot remember, it is something not worth recalling.” is all you simply say in a futile attempt to calm down a tugging in your heart that practically begged to be acknowledged.

You examined their positions sat at the table directly in front of you as you tried to mirror their movements to incorporate a more human like stance, rigidly, you clasped your hands together, setting them on top of the table and stared back at the married couple, completely ignoring all the food that was set in the center or the table.

“Using my parents as models for normal human behavior isn’t the best idea.” Jungkook comes down from the stairs, a towel hung around his neck as he rubbed one side of his hair with it vigorously as he took a seat next to you, “I mean look at them, next thing you know, their hands are gonna get dipped in the food from climbing the table to get a better look at you.”

“It’s just so amazing.” Mr. Jeon stares at you in complete awe, “We’ve been waiting for this day for so long that we don’t even know how to get started.”

You look over at Jungkook, drinking from his glass, which you also mirror with enthusiasm.

“No, wait. Here.” He grabs the glass from your hand, and pours in a clear liquid that you identify as H2O or its most common name, water.

He hands it to you, watching you down the content without pause, “After I hand it to you, you’re supposed to say thank you.”

You look from the glass to Jungkook, “I offer my gratitude.”

He snorts a laughter, “Just thanks is fine.”

You nod in his direction, “Understood.” You reach for the pitcher of water, ready to drink all of it.

“Wait!” Jungkook grabs your wrist, “You're supposed to put it in the glass first.”

“My apologies.” You make a quick scan on your current condition, “It appears that the re-introduction of water has reminded my brain of thirst. 0.32% of humanity restored.”

Mr and Mrs Jeon stare at each other in awe, “Kookie! You’ve done it already! 0.32% is already an improvement!” Somin jumps up to run to him and squish his cheeks between her palms, “I knew that I was right when I told your father that you should be the one to teach Y/N basic human interaction.”

He stared at his mother kn confusion, “Wait.” he pushes her hands off his cheeks, “I’m going to tech her? I never heard that part of the project.”

Somin retreats back to her seat slowly and nervously, “Ehem… well Kookie, we were hoping you could help-”

He crosses his arms over his chest, “By take care you mean you want me to teach her huh? Like have her tailing me at home.”

Junhyung grasps the back of his neck, rubbing it, “Well you see Jungkook, we were hoping you could help us a bit more. As much as we’d love to teach her, a new project we have in line at the lab is being especially endorsed by the company and that means-”

He sighs loudly, “And that means that you two will be gone, locked up in that lab for who know jlw long and you don't even have the time to give your full attention on this project you both asked for, let alone your kid.” He shrugs, “Well, what else can I do? It’s nothing new around here. In fact I’d be even more surprised if you two actually came home or are even just around when i need you to be.” He pushes his chair back loudly, walking away from the table, without even a second glance at Soin began crying.

You tilted your head in confusion, “Suspicions on Jeon Jungkook’s biological autonomy remains, despite recent analyzation,” you note to yourself out loud.

Junhyung leads Somin upstairs and comes back down to fix up the kitchen area, “ You know,” he calls out all of sudden with a chuckld, “He’s not a robot.”

You turn your head towards him, “ I apologize, perhaps I took the indifference of human feelings he seems to have as proof of his unhuman biology.”

He waves a hand around, “It’s nothing, besides, the only reason we leave him all the time is because we know he can handle it, he’s a bright young man, who can already take care of himself without our help, and we just wanted him to grow into that.” he smiled at the dished in his hands with what you believed was sorrow.

Somin visits you that night, just as you were sat on the bed, “Good evening, Somin. I have analyzed that you are feeling better now.”

She sits on the armchair right next to the bed, her eyes were puffy from crying earlier and she sniffled trying not to remember Jungkook’s harsh words earlier, “Yes, well it comes with being a mother. I love him no matter what happens.”

“Love?” You stared at Somin in the eyes, was this what that tender look was about?

“What is l-love?”

She stares at the ceiling in thought for a moment, “You know, I never actually thought about it.” she giggled lightly, “I think that once it’s there, you’ll know.”

“Are you in this love?” you quietly break her gaze.

She soothes your hair, a familiar feeling nagging at you in the back of your mind, “Of course! I’m in love with Junhyung, I love Jungkook, and even though you’ve only met me, I also love you.” She smiled kindly at you.

You nod in determination, “I shall accept this love you are willingly giving to me.”

She giggled at your excessiveness, “I can’t wait for you to start getting more human, just so I can embarrass you with the things you did when you first got here.” she laughs.

“Embarrass?”

She nods vigorously, “Anyway, Jungkook will tell you all about it tomorrow, we’ve only just gotten your credentials, and it seems you were a senior in high school, just like Jungkook, so we gathered everything you need, however we start at the lab tomorrow so you’ll need to ask Jungkook to help you get enrolled tomorrow, but be sure to get there before 1 because their office closes at 1 on Sundays.” She gestured towards the large envelope in her hand, “We already talked to the school board, and they have already given the go signal to have you start school. However, it’s already been a few weeks in so it may be slightly harder to make friends, but I’m sure Jungkook will help you get settled it.”

“Understood.” you turn to look at her and the over the the tool box near her feet, “Will I be plugged in?”

Shed nods, gesturing towards the small powered generator by the bed, “For tonight, but after this one, you’ll be sleeping on your own, are you nervous about that?”

It takes you awhile to absorb the question, “I do not comprehend ‘nervous, but with the thought of hibernating without my generator, my heart rate speeds up.”

She gives you a reassuring smile that eases the constant thumping in your chest,”Don’t be, you’ll do great.” she kisses the top of your head before connecting the thick cord to the area where the chip was inserted.

“Is that nervous?” you place a hand softly over the thumping organ in your chest.

“Yes, but being nervous is good sometimes.” her soft smile is the last thing you see before your hibernation begins.

#bts #ghost in a shell #jungkook #namjoon #i'll update the tags later huhuhuhuhuhu imso sleep deprived rn

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happy birthday to the nation’s baby boy ♥

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To All the Boys I've Loved Before | 1

Summary: Whenever you have a crush so intense, you write him a love letter, you pour your heart and soul onto that letter as if he'd never ever read it. Because he never does. You've never sent out the letters you've written, every handwritten word filled to the brim with you deepest desires and feeling for the person. They're your most sacred possessions... except the letters are out.

Pariring: Jungkook x reader

Word count: 7,008

Author's note: I'll update the summary and note and word count, I just need a little time, I'm deadass tired. My eyes are literally closing as I type. Alright! So i really love the book series and the movie just pushed me further to get this written. I'm just on an inspiratio binge right now. Lol. Hope you guys love it!

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When you were younger, you had a habit of collecting. Most people liked collecting rocks, or stamps, and in your little sister’s case, they collected strangely shaped crunchy leaves during the fall season. You weren’t like most people though. You liked to collect memories, and sketches of faces of people who inspired you, you collected strange cookie cutter shapes like one in the shape of a nose. It wasn’t until you were 9 when you decided to start saving the important things instead of collecting a lot of different types of a single object. Now, most people saved whales, the environment (yes to zero waste!), and even people, but that wasn’t you. You liked to save small bells, small glass objects like rabbits or hats, ribbons, and most importantly, love letters.

When you were 8, your mom gave you a teal hatbox, not too small, but not that big either, just the perfect size to put love letters in. Not love letters written to you though, you don’t have anything quite like that, you’ve never received one, but you have wrote them. Whenever you have a crush so intense, you write them as a farewell to your feelings, all your hopes, dreams, and desires for that person is fueled into that love letter, you write them as if the ones the letters are addressed to will never read them, because they never will, you never send them out and you never will. Once you finish the letter, it’s as if the feelings are gone, you’re able to go about your day not wondering what they were doing or who they were with, whether they liked to dip fries into ketchup or squirt ketchup all over them.

Every boy you’ve ever seriously liked in the past has one - there are a total of five boys. Chani from Camp Wakanaka, Kookie from middle school, Park Jimin from Model UN, Hoseok from Freshman Homecoming, and -

“Hey there Poppy, where’s Y/N?” your head pops up in the direction of your closed door.

You rush downstairs, just in time to see your big sister Irene and Namjoon holding hands while walking towards the kitchen. Kim Namjoon is your next door neighbor, but he spends almost every waking moment over at your house. Everyone in this house loves him, your dad who is a gynecologist has been surrounded by girls his whole life, which is why your dad loves him like a long lost son, your youngest sister Poppy, who everyone calls Pop loves him, especially when they play uno, and Namjoon lets her win all she wants without ever getting bored like Irene and I. For your older sister Irene? Well she loves him because everyone at home loves him, especially for that reason.

Everyone sits around the dinner table, as Namjoon passes your spot to get to his directly across from you, he ruffles your hair like a big brother would do to a little sister and gives you a fist bump, your dad who’s made another Korean Delicacy is already trying to saw through the charcoaled ribs. You and your sisters call your dad’s Korean food delicacies because they were just that. You’d never be able to find food quite like that, even in Korea, although you also wouldn’t be able to digest it correctly either.

Irene, ever the competent one, silently stands up to collect the tray and brings it to the kitchen where she fires up the electric knife.

Pop groans, “Ugh, I can’t believe we won’t see her until Thanksgiving.” she pouts.

“Which is why you should do the dishes tonight instead of Rere.” Rere is what you called Irene, pronounced like the singer, “So she doesn’t have to stay up tonight and she can finish all her packing and be ready early tomorrow morning for her flight.”

Pop rolls her eyes at you, “I said I couldn’t believe it, not that I want her to be on time tomorrow.” she takes a sip of her water, “And besides, the only reason I said that was because she’s not gonna be around anymore to give me rides to school, so now I’m stuck with you.”

Of course, in this household, your dad and Irene were the ones everyone counted on to drive. Last year, you and Pop would always catch a rude to school with Irene, but now that she’ll be leaving, you have been given the responsibility to drive Pop to school, and you were a terrible driver.

“Well, you guys could always get a ride with me.” Namjoon offers, “Besides, I’m not going anywhere.” He offers you a wink and you can’t help but smile.

“What I miss?” Irene comes strolling in, tray of cut up pork ribs in her hands and saying that she looks like the perfect stay at home mom would be an understatement, but that isn’t Irene.

Poppy giggles deviously, “We were just talking about how much of a bad driver Y/N is.”

“But we were also talking about your flight and how you won’t be coming home for Thanksgiving this year, so…” He holds up his index finger in anticipation as he dug around his pocket for a folded up piece of paper, handing it over to Irene, “I thought I’d bring a little piece of home to you.” his face and smile is bright, waiting for Irene to run over and hug him, but that never happens.

You look over at Irene who stopped putting pork ribs on your plate, “You already booked the ticket?” her face is dowbcast, her eyebrows knit together and her mouth a thin line, Irene was not happy.

Namjoon’s smile dissipates in realization, “ W-well yeah. I’ve had my google alerts set on for flights to Scotland ever since you decided you’d go to university there.”

The room is tense, so tense, that not even your dad is smiling, just looking between Irene and Namjoon because he’d never know who to side with on this one, and then just when you’re about to excuse yourself to your room to give the two their privacy, Poppy speaks up, “Mmmm, just like how mom used to make.” she gives a fake smile and scrunches her nose slightly, not even trying to make us believe that she’s telling the truth.

You sat at your desk which was propped against the window, and while you had your glue gun in your hand to continue on your scrapbook for Irene, you look past the window right at Irene and Namjoon as they bickered intensely, Irene was mad that Namjoon caught her blandished and embarrassed her in front of the family, while Namjoon was mad because Irene didn’t even seem the least bit happy about his surprise for her. Then that was it. You decide to close your curtain because this was none of your business, it felt intimate, something Irene’s little sisters shouldn’t be seeing, so instead, you go downstairs to bake some snickerdoodles for Irene to bring onto the plane tomorrow.

Whale rolling the dough into small balls in the palm of your hand, Irene comes in, silently closing the door behind her no Namjoon in sight. She sits at the island and starts typing on her already opened laptop. You two continue like that, you silently baking, and her silently typing.

“I broke up with Namjoon.”

The cookie dough ball falls right off your palm as your eyes widen and your mouth is agape, “What?! Wait, what? How? Why? When? Seriously?”

Her voice is straight, steady, not even a quiver of sadness, “It was time.” she shrugs, “Mommy always told me never to go to college with a boyfriend.”

She looked fine, not even a trace of a single tear, no, because that wasn’t Irene. Irene was always fine, she never cried and she always remained calm, and even when she wasn’t fine, she was.

You grab the ball of dough that fell in the sugar bowl earlier, “Well, I don’t see the point, Rere.”

She stops typing on her laptop to look at you, “The point is, Y/N. I’m going to a university thousands of miles away, keeping a relationship with him just isn’t practical. 95% of long distance relationships don’t last, I was just saving him future heartbreak.”

Ah, yes. This was a hundred percent Irene, always thinking with her head and never her heart, “Won’t work out? You can’t be serious, this is Namjoon we’re talking about, there is not a single guy out there who has ever loved a girl as much as he’s loved you.”

She rolls her eyes at that, but it was true, Namjoon loved Irene like no boy has ever loved a girl, in his eyes, there was only Irene, nobody else.

She shuts her laptop, already looking like she’s going to lecture me, “Mommy always said not to have a boyfriend in entering college because she never wants us to be the type of girls who cried to their boyfriends on the phone and say no to things and experiences instead of yes.”

She really thinks Namjoon will hold her back? Looking at Irene now, Was Scotland the first yes? To throw away a two year relationship because she was afraid that saying no to Scotland would be one of her biggest regrets? Were we also sacrifices she had to make for her dreams?

You walk over to sit next to Irene, “It’s just my two cents, but I don’t think Namjoon would ever hold you back. I remember when you ran for student body president and even though Namjoon wanted to run, he supported you throughout and was even here at god knows what time just to make your posters. He’s always supported you, Rere.” You look over at the clock, “If you hurry, it’s still not too late to go over there and take back what you said. I’m a hundred percent sure Namjoon would gladly get back together with you.”

Irene shakes her head, “It’s been done, Y/N. I’ve already decided.” If there’s one thing I know about Irene, it’s that when she makes her mind up about something, that’s it. She never changes her mind.

When you’ve finished up in the kitchen and Irene’s gone to bed, you climb up to your room, you grab your teal hatbox and set it on your desk, you look over at Namjoon’s house, his light was still on. You take the top off of the teal hatbox, the letters were neatly on top of each other from oldest going up, your latest love letter on the top most of the small stack all of them neatly tied together with a silver fabric ribbon that goes beautifully with your teal hatbox, you found it at a yard sale tied to a teddy bear that you gave to Poppy.

In your neat cursive handwriting is ‘Kim Namjoon’ along with his address and zip code below, this Kim Namjoon is the same one next door who was still up trying to make sense of what just happened, he is Irene’s Namjoon, but before that, he was your Namjoon. You smile sadly at the letter just before putting it back in the hatbox and putting the hatbox away on your topmost shelf in your closet. Absolutely nobody knew about your letters, they were your most private and sacred possessions.

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“Y/N, hurry up! I have to be at the airport three hours before my flight!” Irene’s obviously already prepared, without a beat.

Meanwhile, you’ve been debating on whether you should wear sunglasses or not for at least 10 minutes, you decide to bring them anyway, and just not wear them if you decide against it.

“Three hours? Honey, I think it’s supposed to be two. What are you gonna do there for three hours?” Your dad loads Irene’s suitcases in the trunk.

You look over at Namjoon’s house, just as Irene gets in, you see him sitting on his car’s opened hood, that pained expression on his face, his eyes red and swollen, he’d been crying over your sister. When you were growing up, Irene always had a Philosophy, if something no longer useful, you either donate it, recycle it, or throw it away. Looking at Namjoon now, you always knew that’s how Irene felt about objects… but you knew thought that she’d feel that way about a person.

At the airport, Irene’s giving her last goodbye hugs, strictly no tears, because Irene hates emotional goodbyes.

She pouts cutely at Poppy, “C’mere kid.” she opens her arms to Pop who’s already in her arms.

She looks over to you, the one standing the farthest away, and opens her arms silently, you want to be mad at Irene, to pick a University thousands of miles away, to leave you all behind, but you don’t think you could handle becoming the no that your mother warned her about, so you walk into her arms, as she gives you an extra tight squeeze.

“Gonna be okay?” she mumbles into your shoulder.

You break apart first, sticking your hands in your pockets, “Did you really have to pick the farthest college you could think of?”

She places her hand on your cheek, slowly caressing it, “You know I’m just a skype call away if you guys need me, Y/N.”

You stare down at your boots, “Yeah, maybe, until you start going to pubs and hanging out with Scottish University students and eating- ugh, Haggis and then you’ve already forgotten about us.”

She give you a tiny smile, a very Irene smile, “Y/N, I can promise you on my grave that I would never ever eat Haggis.” she makes a disgusted face, “You’re in charge now, alright? You the biggest sister now, you need to set a good example for Poppy alright? Also, don’t forget to clean your room when you get home.”

Your dad and Poppy come back with a small stack of magazines, something you already know Irene wouldn’t read. Knowing her, she’s already packed her favorite series of books for reading on the plane. You all give Irene one lads group hug, before she’s squirming from underneath your small hugging pile.

“Alright, I gotta go.” she grins at the three of you, looking the happiest she’s been in a long while, “See you on Christmas!” she blows kisses to everyone and then all the three of you see is her back.

You put your arm around Pop’s shoulders, “Think she’ll turn around, Y/N?”

You shake your head no quietly, “Nah, that’s not Irene.” you wish you were wrong, but you weren’t. Things with Irene were always definite, no turn backs, no looking behind, and this was one of those moments.

The moment between you three was a tender one, at least until Poppy goes, “Can we have a dog now?” and your dad is in stitches laughing at the great attempt to take advantage of the situation.

For the next week, all you do is scrapbook, try to clean your room, and lay around. No sign of Namjoon at all since he and Irene broke up, and all too soon, it’s already the morning of your first day of class.

You wait outside in front of your house holding up small rectangular chalkboards with your grade number on it, you with a Grade 11 board and Poppy with a Grade 6 board. You dad holds up his phone, and he instantly notices how difficult you were being. Honestly it was because of the thought that you were going to be driving.

He puts the phone down, “Come on, Y/N. It’ll only rake a second, I’m gonna send this to Irene.”

You sigh before giving him a smile, with Poppy next to you, smiling brightly while yelling, “Cheese!”

He puts the phone down after taking a few shots, “I can’t believe it.” He shakes his head fondly, “6th grade and Junior year.”

You put the chalkboard down, “Alright, ready to go?” you turn towards Poppy.

She looks at you, and then to the keys in your hands before she jumps in realization, “Wait just one sec!” she pushes her chalkboard in your hands before rushing inside and coming back outside equally as fast except this time, she had a pink sparkly helmet on.

You dad takes the chalkboard from you hands, getting in his car, “You guys look great! Drive safe alright? I gotta get going. I love you guys!”

You hold a small hand up quietly as a good bye and you turn towards Poppy, frowning, “Very funny.”

She looks at you while adjusting the straps, “Very necessary.” she states in a matter of factly tone.

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You walk through the hallway, passing by Namjoon’s locker right as he’s unloading his books, your eyes meet, and then he gives you a slight wave that you return while walking backwards, slamming straight into someone’s locker, shutting the metallic door.

“Ow!”

You instantly straighten yourself out, you knew that voice, “Oh my God! Tzuyu!”

She turns to you, eyes wide, already angry and she speaks through gritted teeth, “Excuse you.”

“I-I’m so sorry.” You shake your head, “I was- I wasn’t paying attention.”

She folds her arms across her chest, voice dripping with disgust, “Oh. It’s you.”

Tzuyu. This is Tzuyu, you two used to be best friends, playing together all summer, and her sleeping over at your house for weeks, sharing secrets and telling each other your crushes, but after middle school with reasons having to do with her becoming popular and your lack thereof you two were now decidedly not. Tzuyu was beautiful, most girls in high school are pretty, but Tzuyu’s level of prettiness was top notch even up against college girls, much so that when you asked Namjoon who he thought was the prettiest girl was for each grade level during your freshman year, he picked Tzuyu out of all the Freshman girls, including you.

She stares at you up and down, “Cute boots.” she gives you a smile oozing with plasticity, “Gonna go around stomping on cockroaches with those? I’ll be sure to call you if I find a cockroach in the girls bathroom later.”

Your voice is stuck in your throat, you were always prepared for Tzuyu, but not this time this time around you didn’t even expect to see her on the first day, much less have a confrontation with her. You head starts to lower when an arm finds it way draped around your shoulders.

“And they’re the bomb! Those are definitely hard to pull off, and you, Y/N are definitely pulling them off.” She looks down at Tzuyu’s stiletto clad feet, “Can’t wait to see you in P.E running in those… eye pokers, cous.”

Lalisa. Lisa, Tzuyu’s cousin, your best friend. Practically your only friend, she had a habit of disappearing and sneaking out, usually to go dancing, Lisa loved to dance, but her mom hates it when Lisa does so, saying she’d never have a solid career through dancing. You loved it when Lisa dances though, she looks like a wood nymph in your eyes whenever she dances.

Tzuyu’s eyes fire up, already pissed at seeing her cousin this early in the morning, Lisa’s hatred for Tzuyu was completely mutual, “Oh screw you, Lalisa, at least I don’t hook up with a different guy every other night.”

Ah, yes. Lisa does have that reputation. She never comments on it, but you’ve known her and been with her long enough to know that these rumors were absolutely true. But that’s part of the reason why you two get along so much, you never say anything about it because you didn’t need to, even if that’s how she is, you’ve always accepted her, and all without her needing to say anything.

A voice calls out from the students passing by, “Babe.” and then in front of you, the golden boy himself Jungkook embraces Tzuyu from behind.

Tzuyu never takes her eyes off of you, “oh, hi~” her voice is sing song, taunting that you don’t have what she does, Jeon Jungkook.

She grabs onto his arm draped across her chest that connects with the hand he has on his bicep, “How are you?”

You see the way Jungkook looks at Tzuyu, nothing but affection, but even he can’t be blind at how much of a bitch his girlfriend is.

“I’m good, how are you?” Seeing Tzuyu like this, it made you sick, not in the jealous type of way, much the sickly sweet type of way. Ugh.

He raises his eyebrows, “I’m good.” He turns his sight from Tzuyu to you and Lisa, and gives you a tiny nod.

If you think of your letters in your teal hatbox, second to the bottom of your small stack of letters is for Kookie. This is him now, Jeon Jungkook, golden boy, but back the in middle school, he was just plain old Kookie. By eighth grade, he was finally allowed to play in the soccer club at school and ever since then he’s never been called Kookie, he was either, Jungkook, Kook, J.K., or Jeon, eighth grade was also the year Tzuyu and him started going out.

“I was just asking Y/N here to be a dear and put her boots to good use and squash some stupid cockroaches.” Jungkook’s mouth falls into a thin line, unable to say anything.

You give the couple a practically murderous close mouth smile, afraid that if you open your mouth in anyway, you’d just say something you regret and you exchange a look, the look, with Lisa. She gives you the same one, yeah. She understand completely.

“I see someone we need to say hi to…” she looks over a you and rolls her eyes, “Bye.” and the she’s off.

She didn’t. But that was her way of showing you how much of an outcast you were, she was someone important who needed to say hi to people, and you were nothing. It worked. Jungkook clears his throat.

“She’s on this new no caffeine diet. I think that’s just withdrawal kicking in.” he laughs awkwardly.

You smile at Jungkook, “Are you sure she’s not just psychotic?”

Lisa snorts a laugh, “Yeah or maybe she’s possessed, you know Kook, it you want, I know an exorcist. I’ll send you the number later.” she gives him a cheeky wink.

Come lunch time, you are stuck standing in the middle of the cafeteria. You know, you know. This is a high school cliché, but it’s real. There was no place for you here. The only ones who ate in the cafeteria are the popular kids and groups of friends, and that includes Jungkook with his soccer buddies and Tzuyu’s snotty group of friends, all you had was Lisa, and even then, she’s already ditched you to grab a bite at Subway.

It takes you half of the lunch period to find a place to quietly eat your carrots, and even the you’re unsure if you could go there just because that spot was sacred. It was Namjoon’s and your spot and when Namjoon and Irene got together, it became Namjoon’s, Irene’s, and your lunch spot. You half expect Namjoon to eat somewhere else, like his Comic Club or his movie club room but he’s here with an open bag of chips next to him, and an earphone popped into one ear while he reads Paulo Coelho. You approach him slowly, easily, he looks up, he looks kind of taken aback at your hidden presence, but he puts his earphones away nonetheless.

He gives you a small sad smile, “Hey.”

You inch closer to the bleachers, “This seat taken?”

He scoots just the tiniest bit to his right, “Yeah, well, by you I mean.”

You plop down next to him, it all feels awkward and you’re about to speak up on it, when he lifts his head.

“Sorry.” He places his bookmark in his book, “I gotta ask… Did you know? Like did Ire- Did she tell you she was gonna do it?”

You notice his voice cracks just the tiniest bit at the mention of Irene’s name so he corrects himself and refers to her as ‘she’

He kicks some invisible dust on the ground, “I just- I don’t know. I figured you guys talked about everything, right? So…”

You could hear the pain in his voice. No matter how calm he remained, you could hear the quiver, the nerves he had to go through to ask just this one simple harmless little question. You shake your head, “No, she didn't tell me about this.”

He sighs, looking at the ground and shaking his head, “But, like, we’re still good right?” This makes you smile, “We can still talk, and I can still come over for dinner.”

“Of course you can Namjoon, my dad would probably ball his eyes out if he didn’t see you at least once or twice a week.” you laugh.

He looks back at you, “Heh. Yeah, I guess you’re right. I guess, I just don’t wanna lose you too.”

That’s when you smile disappears, because hearing, ‘I don’t want to lose you.’ and ‘I don’t want to lose you too’ are two largely different statements. One meant he didn’t want to lose you, he couldn’t handling losing you alone, but the other meant he couldn’t lose you and your sister, your sister especially, you were still only second to Irene.

“We’re still cool Namjoon, but I refuse to become a child of divorce from this breakup.” you giggle, opening your bag of carrots, “Want a carrot?”

He nods slowly finally putting the closed book in his hands down beside him, “Yeah, alright, Give me the carrot.” He offers you an earbud, the other already placed on his ear as the two of you munched on carrots.

This may seem like it looks strange, but it was real, it was genuine, the two of you were okay, maybe even better than okay, and whatever feelings you had for Namjoon? Well, that’s the one thing you’d never in a million years do to Irene.

__________

Poppy takes off her helmet upon getting off the car and inside the house, “Y/N, are we having scrambled eggs again for dinner?” she rolls her eyes.

You gulp, one of the things you were avoiding was grocery shopping just because you were still scared of driving, but even you had to admit that eating scrambled eggs for dinner was terrible and frankly? It was very unhealthy, “No, I’ll go get groceries, just do your homework and if anyone knocks, look who it is first before you open the door.” you put your backpack down on the sofa and grab your wallet and keys.

The trip to the grocery store is a nightmare, but you do manage to get there without a scratch, that is enough to put you at ease, enough to have you making different turns at shortcuts that would normally put you off because knew you wouldn’t be able to recognize these street signs and the only thing that would help you get home are the landmarks you pass by, like that doggy playground, when you passed by that, you were still in the middle, not too far from home, but not too close either, probably a ten minute drive, or a twenty minute walk. The moment you see the playground, you are absolutely ecstatic, you grin from ear to ear, unknowingly running a stop sign and just as fast as you got excited over the dog park, you were shell shocked at the sudden impact from a car that crashes straight into the side of your car. You stay in your car, hands and knees shaking, afraid. The other driver pulls over, gets out of his car and knocks on your window. Slowly you roll then down.

“Kid, running a stop sign is dangerous-” he begins his lecture but the moment he sees the tears already welling up in your eyes, he sighs, “Look, my car’s fine, I won’t be able to help you with your car, but if you want I can give you a ride home.”

You quickly shake your head, “No! It’s-it’s fine, I’ll just call my neighbor. Thank you though.” If Irene were here, she’d tell you to never trust strangers and never get in a car with them, but then again, jf Irene was here, you wouldn’t even need to drive in the first place. He gets back in his car and drives off as you stand next to your car, what would your dad think, what would he say? What would Irene say? Oh God, she’ll be so disappointed.

A minute passes before you decide to call Namjoon, on the second ring he answers, and you can’t help but cry.

“Hello? Y/N? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

You sniffle and try to sound as clearly as possible, “Namjoon? C-c-could you come get me? I’m here at that dog park, I just got in a car-car accident.” you try to choke back the tears.

You hear the intake of breath he makes when you mention ‘car accident’, “Shit, where are you? I’ll come get you.”

You look around, not seeing any street signs, “I-I-I’m by this dog park-”

“That’s like twenty minutes away.” he sighs, “Alright, I’m on my way I’ll have to walk though, so I can drive your car home.”

You sniffle, “Yeah, that’s fine.”

He pauses for a moment, “Want me to stay on the phone while you wait?”

You shake your head before realizing that he couldn’t see you, “No, no, no. It’s okay. I’ll manage. See you in a bit.” you hang up first, because knowing Kim Namjoon, he’d never let you wait by the roadside for him without any company.

A few minutes tick by before you decide to sit on the curb with you head bowed on your knees.

“Y/L/N? Hey. You good?”

You look up. to find Jeon Jungkook, his left elbow placed on his opened window and his right hand on the wheel.

You blink a few times at him, “Yeah, I’m good.” with a tear stained face, you know it looked far from the truth, but what would you expect Jungkook to do about it? You make a hand motion to get him to go on his way and he rolls up the tinted window of his Audi, and goes off, except he only goes forward a few feet and parks his car right in front of yours and gets out of the car, sitting on the curb with you.

“It looks pretty bad.” He takes a look at the dent on the side of the car, is the other driver okay?”

You put your head back on your knees, turning your head to look at him, “No, his car was completely fine.”

He goes back and sits next to you, and places his head on his knees as well, staring back at you, “So, how long have you been crying?”

You quickly wipe at your cheeks with the sleeves of you shirt, “I-I wasn’t crying. You don’t have to keep me company here, you know.”

He looks up, as if he were thinking of something, “Yeah, I know, but I can’t leave you here either.”

This is one of Jeon Jungkook’s charms. Everybody loves him, everybody. Even back in middle school when you, Tzuyu, Jungkook, and Jimin hung out together, he was still the best among everyone there. Of all the boys you had gone to middle school with, Jungkook was the first to grow taller, he was always optimistic, and had this boyish charm about him that he still had to this day.

His phone makes a sound and automatically he unlocks it to find numerous texts from Tzuyu, “You should get going. Tzuyu’ll get mad if you’re late.”

He stands upright, “You good here though, right? You already feel better?”

You nod your head, “Yeah. Thanks for keeping me company, that was really nice of you.”

The grin on Jungkook’s face is unmatched, Jungkook loves positive reinforcement, “See you around, Ace.” and then he’s off.

You smile at the nickname. He gave you that nickname back in the 7th grade when you were able to get all straight A’s even though Mrs. Bae’s Biology was one of the hardest classes to pass and almost everybody got a C or lower, except you.

“Hey.”

You look up and relief washes over you, “Namjoon!”

He gives you a dimpled smile, “Come on, let’s get you home.”

The ride back home is quiet, but not because it’s awkward, but because you were worrying about how you’d tell your dad. You decided that maybe, first telling him not to get mad would be the best choice and then explaining that you aren’t hurt but there’s a huge dent on the car after the accident. That’s probably the one that will make him less angry.

Namjoon chuckles from beside you, “Now that your sister’s broken up with me, you won’t even talk to me?”

You could sense half a truth in his statement, even is he laughs it off like a joke, you don’t answer, but he continues on talking, “You know, me ending up with Irene, surprised me as well.” he shakes his head thinking about it, “Especially since I had a crush on you first.”

You almost gag on air, did he just say he had a crush on me?

He laughs awkwardly, “I mean, when we first moved here, i had a pretty big crush on you, and I even let you borrow my bike, and you were putting on such a show about how you knew how to ride a bike but it turns out you didn’t even know how to use the brakes and when it fell over, you cried so much, and that was the end of my little crush on you.” he laughs, “You looked really ugly when you cried back then.” he teases you.

He pulls to a stop in your driveway, “Want me to come with you to break the news?”

You think back to that whole lecture Irene gave you about being responsible now so you suck it up, and even though you do want Namjoon there just so your dad feels extra happy to see him, you decline, “Nah, I’ll handle it.”

He holds his hands up in surrender, “Whatever you say.” He starts walking away before he looks back, “I’ll come over for dinner tomorrow so tell your dad to make something extra delicious for you guest.” he gives you a wink.

When you break the news to your dad, he isn’t even mad, just relieved that you’re alright, but he does take it to his go to repairman which is at least two to three towns over, that leaves you in charge with Poppy.

So you laze around in the couch, watching 10 Things I Hate About You with Poppy.

“I miss Namjoon.” she sighs.

You shrug, “Yeah, movies don’t feel quite the same without him around, huh?”

Poppy looks over at you, “Yeah! His Heath Ledger impressions are spot on!” she pouts, “By the way, Y/N?”

You sit up, alarmed at the sudden seriousness in Poppy’s voice, “Hm?”

She lays her head in your lap, “Don’t you find it just the ittiest bittiest pathetic that it’s Saturday night, and you’re spending it watching rom coms with your 11 year old sister?”

You brush her hair with your fingers and shrug, “Not at all. I love romcoms and more importantly, I love hanging out with you.”

She lets out a sigh and shuts her eyes, “Alright, well I’m not telling you this to embarrass you or anything, but I’m 11, and I even cancelled a sleepover, to be here tonight, but you’re already 16, and I don’t think you even had anything to do tonight.”

You furrow your eyebrows, “Uh, that is mean, Pop!”

Poppy sits up, shrugging, “The truth hurts, Y/N.”

Come end of the movie, you’ve already fallen fast asleep right after Heath’s big number for Kat.

__________

You run track with Lisa, you’d think her long legs meant that she’d be great at this but you’ve only just started and she’s already wheezing and coughing, but she catches up to you nonetheless probably also because you did slow down just for her sake.

“So… what did… you do last night?” she has to take breaths in between to keep from wheezing anymore than what she was even when she wasn’t talking.

“I watched some movies with Pop.” you shrugs, “James Gordon Levitt is hot.”

She rolls her eyes, “I told you, you should have come with me to that hooping event in the town over, I even got to become a hula hoop girl and everything!” she begins to lag behind you again, “And just so we’re clear, Heath Ledger is hottie in that movie.”

“Hey!” you look behind to find Jungkook already running towards the two of you, “Hey, can I talk to you?”

You look at him incredulously, “Me?”

He nods slowly, “Yeah.”

Lisa takes advantage of the situation so she can stop running, “Hey JK, I hear my cousin dumped you for some college hunk, is that true?”

He scoffs and looks away, ego definitely injured, “Yeah, Lisa, I hurt you have horns, is that true as well?”

Lisa laughs out loud, “Of course it is! I mean the devil’s my cousin afterall.” you can’t help but giggle at that one.

“Alright, well I need to talk to Y/N.”

Lisa has her arm over your shoulder, “Alright, go ahead, we’re listening.”

He places his hands on his hips when Lisa doesn’t move, “Alone please?”

Lisa gets the meaning behind the words slowly, but she still saves face, “Oh, yeah, just uh, if you any one of you need me, I’ll be in the nurse’s office, ogling Taeyong over there, running track shirtless.” she shoots you a wink.

You clasp your hands together, “Alright, sorry about Chris.”

He wrings his hands together, thinking of what he needs to say, “Uh, ehem. I just wanted to that that um. Look, I appreciate it, but it’s never gonna happen. I mean I think it’s pretty cool that you think I have golden specks in my eyes, but Tzuyu and I just broke up.” he even shakes his head in emphasis.

You tilt your head in confusion, genuinely confused at what he was going on about, “Excuse me?”

He claps his hands together when he remembers something else, “That also reminds me!” In a quiet voice, Jungkook clarifies “Just so you know, I really don’t have any STDs. I’m perfectly clean.”

Huh? STD’s when have you ever? You stare at him, your mouth wide open in both shock and confusion, “ I don’t remember ever saying you had an STD!”

He maintains the quietness in his voice but he definitely sounded angry, “Also, I don’t always take the last piece of pizza, at least not when I know somebody wants it.”

Everything Jungkook was saying was news to you, you two have barely talked since eighth grade, what do STDs and Pizzas have to do with anything, “Sorry, but what are you talking about?”

He looks frustrated, “That’s what you put. In your letter. You wrote that I’m this egotistical boy who gives girls STDs. Remember?”

Letter? You haven’t written one in a while, much less, one to Jeon Jungkook, “What letter? I don’t recall ever writing you any letter!” Actually, you did, but he doesn’t know that. It couldn’t be that letter because that letter is stashes safely in your teal hatbox at home.

He chuckles butterly, “Yes. You. Did. It was addressed to me, from you. If you’re gonna write me a letter like that, at least remember what you put into it.”

This isn’t happening. This isn’t reality. You must be dreaming. What Jungkook is doing in your dream? You’ll never know, but this can’t possibly be real.

He starts mumbling to himself, “Alright, you don’t remember, hold on.” he fishes around in his pockets before settling on his back pocket and pulling out a classy looking envelope made of specialty paper, your specialty envelopes for letters and whatnot and oh God, he has his letter. You feel lightheaded and before you lose consciousness, you hear Jungkook yell out before it all goes to black.

“Y/N? Y/N. Hey, are you alright? I think you fainted.” Jungkook’s already kneeling next to you, helping you up when you tell him that you were okay.

His eyebrows are furrowed, “Want me to get someone? Anyone? Maybe get you some water or anything?”

You shake your head, “No, no, I’m good. But I will take that back, you yank the letter out of his grasp, and then you get the impulse to look up at the lunch tables near the grass area, and already making his way towards you was Kim Namjoon, blue envelope in his hand and his messenger bag in the other.

Realization hits you, “Oh my God.” you number as you remember every kiss you witness between him and Irene, all the tiny smiles he gave you, you had to do something about this, and the fact that he wasn’t even stopping and has shifted his sight onto you already has you panicking, “Oh my God!”

In that moment, you do what you can. You grab Jungkook by the shoulders and push him towards the ground, kissing him, he’s in shock but he does end up kissing you back, even securing his hands on your back and waist. You pull apart from him when Coach Sand gets your attention, making you run three extra full laps.

You look at Jungkook, his eyes wide and confused, you pat him on the chest, “Thank you.” you manage to say.

He looks at your retreating figure, his letter clenched tightly in your hand, “You’re welcome!”

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