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thetaurusgeminisystem · 4 years

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A to Z 30 day Challenge “Hunkle Grunkle edition”

Day #1 – Age

Part 1 of 2

Ford & Winifred

The early morning hours are no stranger to them because of the harm that comes from the unhealthy circadian rhythm. A rhythm that was forever rendered an anomaly in its self-due to the disease that most people currently knew as insomnia. Of course, neither party dared to acknowledge it, especially without some sort of wake-up juice.

It was an early winter morning aboard the Stan – O – War, a vessel that came from a childhood dream originally. The best part of this whole situation was that after forty odd years of pining after one another they were finally together. From the perspective of an outsider, someone could have guessed that these two had been married for those forty years, that was just how well they knew each other. They were in sync in a way that Stan would joke would be “Weird nerdy BS”.

Winifred had been the first one out on the deck of the vessel this morning. She had been lying awake in her bunk since about 4:30 am but had not dared to get up because she feared of waking Ford up. Her reasoning for this was because Ford already didn’t get sleep as it was so she knew she would feel guilty for keeping her boyfriend awake over something dumb as a dream. When she tried to just ignore it and go back to sleep by cuddling up close to Ford again, it just wouldn’t leave her alone.

The dream made her begin to think about how much time her and Ford had lost over the thirty years apart, the dream was a replay of the fateful night when she had been dumb enough to try and save McGucket without something to anchor her into their dimension. It made her realize how much the two had grown and changed over the thirty years. The pit of regret being in stomach now because she was too old to bear her beloved any children, a problem that Stan and Raina might not face due to Raina’s strange alien anatomy.

“Fuck I wish I had told him sooner. Maybe our lives would be different.”

She mumbles to herself as she watches the calm ocean waves and other boats that went in and out of the Scottish port that they were currently in. She sat on the edge of deck, her legs dangling over the side and her arms slumped along the railing of the ship. These thoughts were also accompanied by something that happened the other night when she had gone with Raina and the boys to one of pubs. She saw a younger girl that kept trying to flirt with Ford when he went to bar to get them all a drink and it made her heart sink.

“Wouldn’t he be much happier with a younger beauty and not a grumpy old broad like me?”

She mumbled out again under her breath. It made her wonder what she could truly even offer Stanford at this age, she was beyond her prime and too old for much of anything really. She didn’t dare bring these feelings up with anyone because she didn’t want anyone to worry about her, especially not Ford. Ford had enough to worry about daily.

“Alright darling what’s eating you hm?” The familiar deep voice asked drawing her quickly out of her thoughts. Winifred blinked and then looked up to see Stanford standing next to her and holding out a cup of coffee to her.

Winifred took the mug thankfully in her glove covered hands. She decided to try and play dumb with him in the hopes that he would just forget about it. “What? I don’t know what you’re talking about Stanford” she answered and then turned her gaze back out to the passing ships in the bay.

She had no such luck because Ford didn’t give up that easily. Though it was something that normally she loved about him, this was not one of those times. “Winifred don’t play dumb with me. I can tell something is wrong. First you aren’t acting like your normal self, you haven’t been since we went to the pub the other night. Second, you only call me Stanford when you’re angry or upset with me. Please darling, tell me what’s wrong” Ford begged and then he gently sat down on the deck of the vessel with her.

Winifred shivered a little as she felt her boyfriend’s comforting embrace wrap itself around her waist. Winifred sighed and then she finally found herself looking over at him. “I-It’s just well…while we were at the pub, I noticed this younger girl talking and basically flirting with you. It made me think that maybe I’m not good enough for you Ford. I can’t give you a kid like Raina can give Stan because I’m too old. I guess it just made wonder if maybe you’d be better off or happier with a girl that’s younger than me beca-“ Winifred was explaining, but was then cut off by Ford gently placing one of his larger fingers on her lips.

He was blushing a little, but he leaned forward and scooped her up into his lap so that now he was holding her. “Are you kidding me? I honestly didn’t realize she was flirting with me, I guess that explains why she was so willing to give me directions to our stake out spot…” Ford started causing Winifred to give him a flat look that looked unamused. “Anyway, what I was trying to say my darling is that even if she was flirting with me, I would have never taken her offer. She might have been younger, but she isn’t wiser or smarter. I love your beautiful mind and those beautiful eyes that look up at me with so much love. Winifred, I don’t care how old you are or even the fact that we may not be able to conceive biological children. I love you for who you are, I always have, and I always will” Ford says softly, one of his larger hands gently coming up to cup her chubby cheek and force her to look up at him.

Winifred sat and listened to him, her heart beginning to stutter a little and her eyes growing misty with unshed tears. “Y-you mean that my love?” She asks him shyly, her voice cracking a little to match her tears that were slipping out.

Ford gently leaned in and planted a meaningful kiss to her forehead and then held her close to him. “Of course, I mean that my darling. You mean the multiverse to me no matter how old you get. You’re my best girl and one of the only ones who can understand me…you’re the first girl who ever loved me back, fingers and all” He says softly and then he sets his mug down and emphasizes the “fingers and all” with the famous Pines family finger wiggle.

Winifred couldn’t help but giggle a little when he wiggled his fingers and then she leaned up and kissed his cheek. “I love you to Ford, you mean the multiverse to me as well you know. Also, if I’m you’re best girl then you’re my best boy, always. You’re the first guy that has truly loved me for all that I am. At least you didn’t want to use me to pass your classes like a jerk” Winifred replies and mentions her first and only ex-boyfriend, Vic.

Ford instinctively pulled her closer to him as she mentioned the jerk that had humiliated her at homecoming in sophomore year. He promised himself that he wouldn’t allow any other man to cause harm to her like that ever again. “He didn’t deserve you. Besides you stole someone’s heart almost instantly from the moment he laid eyes on you” Ford replied and rested his chin on her shoulder.

Winifred smirked and rested her head gently against his. “Oh? I wonder who that is” She joked earning a deep rumbling chuckle from Ford.

Ford gently ran his free hand through her long silver hair, he relished how soft and yet strangely frizzy it felt in his fingers. “Oh, I think you know who he is. He loves you right now and he always will” He says softly, his tone meaningful to let Winifred know he meant it. He hoped that it would comfort her a little and ease her worries.

Winifred smiled warmly up at him now, her tears slowly disappearing with the brisk morning air around them. She gently set her coffee mug right next to his and then she wrapped her arms around his torso in a hug. “You promise?” she asks shyly.

Ford smiles down at her and continues to run his six digits through her flowy silver hair. “I promise my darling” He answers her and then he presses another gentle kiss to her forehead and just holds her close.

Ford found himself now looking out at the other ships that were going in and out of this port while he held her close. Winifred closed her eyes as she allowed the comforting warmth and smell that was her six fingered scientist to begin to lull her off to a relaxing morning stupor, after all, it would be another two hours before Stan and Raina woke up and another three before they had to catch the bus to their stake out sight.

When Ford heard her light snores, he chuckled again and rested his chin atop of her head. “Rest well my dear, I love you” He says softly and then he gazed back at the ocean, his thoughts drifting to the adventures that the two of them had been able to have in their past. Yes, they might be older, but Ford had hope that they would be able to still have adventures more to come in their future.

A/N: Hey there Gravity Falls Fans! So I decided that I wanted to showcase my OC’s for Ford and Stan. I figured one of the best ways to do that was to write some cute one shots based on writing prompts. So here I am with day 1 (though I know it’s a little late) of the A to Z 30 day challenge! I am also releasing a companion short of Stan and Raina for this particular prompt so stay tuned! I hope that you all enjoy!

You can find the challenge here: https://uhmmmsweetie.tumblr.com/post/172330329580/30-day-otp-alphabet-challenge

It was created by @uhmmmsweetie

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jungshxook-blog · 7 years

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Paper Hearts Pt. 2

Part 1

Jungkook X Reader

Genre : Angst, Semi-smut

Summary : Jeon Jungkook, your best friend, soon becomes something you never thought possible : Distant…. All because the one he cared about most was oblivious towards his feelings.

A/N : I’m back again! To be honest I really didn’t think I would get this much notes on pt. 1, so I am very happy. And the comments I saw on pt. 1 made me very happy, as well. Especially LovelyRose18… THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THAT!!! That really made my day. Thank you for your support!!!

What you weren’t ready for was the sudden pang of sadness you felt deep in your stomach when you turned to your right and found a woman basically throwing herself onto a man. But not just any man.

The guy had dark brown hair, and he wore a black suit. His pink lips were parted, revealing what looked like bunny teeth, and his nose was unmistakably rounded at the tip.

You were quite close to the two, which allowed you to hear what the girl said next. “Jungkook, baby, maybe we could go over to that back room over there?” she asked as she lifted a hand to a room at the corner that was currently empty.

Jungkook…

As the man turned to follow the girl’s finger, his dark orbs locked with yours, causing you fluttering heart to skip, not one beat, but multiple beats as your breath hitched in your throat.

The Maknae stiffened at the sight of you, and he cleared his throat while attempting to step in front of the desperate woman.

The eerie silence wavered in the air, and you were the one to break it as you inhaled as much oxygen as possible.

“Jungkook… W-what are you doing here?” you asked, attempting to sound as nonchalant as your body would allow you to. Did you succeed?

Hell no.

He didn’t look as enraged as you thought he would, but that didn’t mean that all his anger disintegrated completely.

“Y/N..” he breathed. “I should be asking you that, shouldn’t I?” His voice was cold and harsh, but you weren’t fooled. His posture slumped and his hands shook, indicating that he, too, was nervous about the situation.

You tried to muster up any strength and courage left in your stomach to answer his question, but failed miserably as you let out a defeated whimper.

Just then, Jinsoo snaked his slender arms around your waist, leaning into your ear. “C'mon, Y/N! Let’s get another drink,” he slurred as he pulled you close to his warm body.

Your frightened eyes settled on Jungkook’s now-stiff muscles as he snapped his head towards the drunk man beside you.

“Oh, who’s this?” Jinsoo questioned, completely oblivious to your shaking body.

“A boyfriend?” Jinsoo’s jealous words hit your ear as he turned his fiery gaze to the other male.

“N-No! Uh… He’s a close-” you began, but Jungkook raised a hand to halt your frantic words.

“She’s friends with some of my friends,” he answered dryly, turning his attention back to the drunk woman impatiently waiting behind him.

“Sorry I took so long, Jagi. Let’s go to my place.” “Sure thing. Can’t wait!” The woman replied, a little too giddy, as she looped her arm with Jungkook’s and popped out her chest proudly.

The couple waltzed out of the club, leaving you embarrassed and Jinsoo confused. However, Jinsoo didn’t take long to transform into his usual bubbly state as he stepped in front of you and grinned.

“Hey, I’m gonna go grab a drink and I’ll be right back, okay?” He hollered, running towards the already crowded bar.

Not paying an ounce of attention to Jinsoo, you took a seat, rubbing your temples in attempt to soothe the aching in your head. Not only did it feel as if there was a rock bouncing on top of your brain, but your stomach clenched, the knot becoming tighter by the second, as bile made its way up your esophagus.

Why, just why, did you have to see Jungkook? Of course, luck wasn’t on your side, and you shouldn’t have been so surprised to see him here. He did visit this place whenever he needed a brake from his tiring job.

But what really surprised you was the sight of him rubbing his body against a complete stranger, getting ready to do the obvious at any given time.

You were mad; you couldn’t deny that. Who wouldn’t be pissed after witnessing your best friend do the nasty with some girl in a club - who could have HIV, too - that he most likely only knew for a couple of hours… If even that long?

Your mouth filled with bile as you felt your previous drinks make its way up your throat. Sprinting towards the outdoors as fast as possible, you yank the door open and kneel down on the grass as you empty the contents of your stomach.

Your stomach clenched one last time before finally relaxing. You took a seat on the cold grass, hugging your knees, as you rocked back and forth. You felt much better. Well, all except for the sour taste that remained in your mouth, stinging the back of your sore throat.

Fatigue drowned out your thoughts, your eyelids becoming heavier by the second. Jinsoo was very kind to you this evening, but you just met him, so abandoning him didn’t seem like such a bad idea. After all, falling asleep on the grass didn’t seem like such a smart idea, especially in an area like this, where people walked around with guns and knives strapped to their waist.

Darting up from the ground, you sigh and walk in the direction of your home. Your heels were almost fully covered in the three-inch snow, and you admired the white sparkle it revealed when you moved.

The coolness of the snow traveled from your feet to your spine, causing you to shiver. Just as you were about to turn a corner, you heard what sounded like kissing noises and moans on the other side of the building.

Being the nosy person you are, you popped your head out and observed the love scene that took place. You couldn’t tell who the two lovers were, but you could tell that they were enjoying themselves.

The woman’s back was against the brick wall of the building, her hair falling haphazardly over her face as she wrapped her slim legs around her companion’s waist. The man’s hands were on either side of her head as he began to grind into her center.

Shameless moans fell from her swollen lips as she toyed with the male’s dark brown hair. “Jagi, I don’t think we’ll make it to your house,” she whimpered. “I think we might just have to do it in the car.”

You internally cringed at the way her voice sounded like people croak as you began to walk away from the scene.

“W-what?! Jungkook, what’s wrong?” The woman’s words halted your actions as you whirled around to take your previous place behind the wall.

This time, the woman had no one hovering over her, and she looked as if she’d been hit by a bus.

Her ebony mascara fell onto her pale cheeks as tears stained her face, her hands coming up to wipe away the mess, but only to create an even bigger one.

The male you once saw grinding on the woman was now taking slow steps away from her. His face was no longer concealed from your view, and you inhaled a sharp breath of cold air, the oxygen stinging your lungs.

His blue contacts shimmered in the moonlight, making it look as if he was an angel from the heavens. But at that moment, he was anything but a holy angel. To you, he reminded you of a deceiving angel, the ones Satan breeds in Hell.

It was pretty wrong of you to be thinking these things when you were the cause of his ignoring you, but the way he treated you tonight made up for everything.

“Jeon Jungkook… Why? I bet it’s because of that little slut you saw earlier,” the sobbing woman groaned. At this, Jungkook’s eyes widened as his moistened lips quivered.

“Don’t talk about her like that, you bitch! You’re the real slut! I don’t know what I was thinking when I picked up your desperate and needy ass of the road,” he screamed as he marched in your direction.

Shit. Shit. Shit. He’s coming, Y/N. Do something!

Your body was frozen in place and you cursed yourself for your stupidity. The Maknae made his way to the corner of the building, exactly where you were. The light crunching sound of his feet sinking into the snow gradually became louder, and it soon stopped altogether.

You tore your enlarged eyes from the ground, bringing them up to the opposite’s face, as you trapped your bottom lip between your teeth. “Jungkook, I… I’m so sorry, I never meant to eavesdrop on your conversation! I’m so so sorry!” You breathed frantically. “I’m sorry, I was just trying to make my way back home!”

There was a hint of amusement in Jungkook’s eyes, but it was gone in an instant. There was no reply from him, but only a stiff nod, as he passed you and made his way towards his car.

You weren’t going to be left hanging there again like the last time. Turning on your heel, you yell your best friend’s name, sighing in relief when his feet stopped.

“Jungkook, I’m sorry for what I said earlier today. I… I think I may have feelings for you, as well,” he admit. You had been feeling this for a while, but you ignored it, believing that it was a friendship love.

You were very overprotective of him whenever someone made an insult, even if it was a joke, and you always fed and cuddled with him whenever he was having a tough time. But of course, that meant nothing to you because he did the same to you, which caused you to believe that it was what best friends did.

A bitter laugh escaped Jungkook’s mouth as he turned to face you. “Did you just say that so the guilt can come off of your shoulders? Do you even mean it?” He asked, hurt and sorrow in his once strong voice.

You were taken aback by his cold words, but kept your strong demeanor. Now was not the time to look defeated. That would just give him a reason to walk away.

Moistening your lips, you reach a hand towards Jungkook’s warm, muscular arm, a typical method you used in order to calm him down. “N-no, Kookie,” you coo. “I’m sorry, I really am stupid. You have every right to be angry with me-” you started, but was cut off by the bitter laugh he exhaled.

“So if that’s true, then why am I still here… Listening to you babble about something you’ve never experienced?” He ran his free hand through his shiny, coffee colored hair and then shook his head in disapproval. His soft locks flew into the air, but soon landed haphazardly onto his forehead, making him transform from a stiff man to a vulnerable bunny-toothed baby.

Your chest bloomed with an energy you’ve never felt before as it traveled to your fingertips, causing you to flinch away from his touch. “Jungkook, please. Hear me out, I listened to you earlier,” you pleaded, desperation and fatigue in your whining voice.

The boy’s silence hinted you to continue with your (rather poor) explanation.

“I.. I know what I said was so.. So sudden, but I’ve been feeling this for a while. I just thought it was like a friendly love. Not an intimate love, but I was wrong,” you breathed quickly, not wanting to spend the whole night confessing in front of a run down building, and in the freezing cold with no jacket over your shoulders…

“Seeing you with that stranger just aided me in finding out my true feelings, and my feelings are the same as yours, Jungkook. I-I think I’m in love with you, too, Kookie.”

A huge weight instantaneously lifted itself off of your tired shoulders, and you felt less stressed and anxious when you met Jungkook’s innocent orbs. You spotted no cold, hard hate in his eyes, which meant your speech hit a serious soft spot in his chest.

“Y/N…” He groaned.

“I… I don’t know what to do or say right now. But I do know that I would still like to take a break from you, for my benefit. Things just can’t go back to how they once were!”

At his words, not only stress piled itself onto your chest, but also pain, sorrow, and fear accompanied the rest of your depressed emotions. You thought you were safe from the dark side of life, but fate played you…. It played you real good.

Your bottom lip began to quiver of its own accord, tears stinging your reddened eyes, as you blinked furiously in a failed attempt to see through the blurryness. “Sorry for interrupting your lovely evening, Stranger. Tell the others I said hello,” you sob as the drops of saltwater you produced finally spilled onto the apples of your cheeks.

Seeing you cry was a scene Jungkook could never handle. But seeing you cry because of him was even worse. Guilt stung his lungs, his breath hitching in his throat as he furrowed his eyebrows. He was utterly confused… He had no idea what to do when you confessed, so avoiding you was the easiest, most sensible way out. To him, at least.

If you ever called one of his hyungs, especially Jin, he knew he would be lectured until his life ended for his foolish and spontaneous actions. Jin, Hoseok, and Taehyung were the ones who would lecture him even when he was already dead. They’d haunt his grave, then harass his soul when all he would try to do was live in peace.

Those three hyungs had a real soft spot for women’s emotions, especially yours. He could already see Seokjin pointing an accusing finger in his direction as he screamed at the boy.

‘What the fuck, Jungkook?!’ He’d say. ‘I thought you loved her… This isn’t what love fucking looks like! Go calm ignorant your ass down and think about Y/N’s emotions, for once!’ Then, Jin would drive his index finger into the Maknae’s chest as he continued with his endless banter.

‘I can’t believe you. I mean, I know you’re pissed about all of this, but she confessed! What do you want her to do, bow down and kiss the dirt?! I. Am. Disappointed. Hella disappointed,’ he’d deadpan, then he’d walk away with a smug look plastered over his usually calm face.

And if that happened, what would Jungkook do? He’d throw himself down on his bed and beat himself up over what a complete retard he had been to you.

But he wasn’t going to let that happen.

Not today..

Peering up at your shaking figure, Jungkook locked his eyes with yours, opening his mouth to let out something… Anything.

‘Too bad,’ fate laughed. ‘You can’t say shit, because I won’t let you!’

Jungkook stood there like an idiot, opening and closing his mouth like a fish under water. After mustering up enough courage (and sanity), he inhaled a deep breaths that stung his lungs, helping him to concentrate on what he wanted to say to you.

“Y/N, I… I’m sorry. I didn’t-” he started, but you held a hand in his face, halting whatever he was going to stutter out next. “Have a nice day, Jungkook,” you deadpan, turning on your heel as you began your journey towards your apartment. “Don’t forget to say hi to the others!” You call back in a mocking tone, never turning your head to look at the Maknae.

Once you entered the warmth of your welcoming apartment, you threw your bag down on the coffee table and headed for your room. Stripping off your rather tight dress, you throw on your night clothes. Your next tear get was your freezer, which held the food you needed most whenever you were sad.

Grabbing a tube of vanilla ice cream, you pull out a spoon and dive onto the nearby couch, turning on your smart TV and opening Netflix.

This was normal for you, as ice cream and Netflix was your go-to when you had no one to talk to about your problems. Did you do this often? No. You had Jungkook… Had.

But now the bright, bubbly boy was out of your hellish life completely, leaving you with pixels that blurred your vision and sugar that clogged your arteries as your only comfort. Damn, you messed up big.

He was most likely chocking some random girl with his tongue right now, as you sulked and ate unhealthy at will.

By the time you completed two rom-coms - which never even had you laughing in the first place - tissues formed a mini wall around you, moist from snot and tears. An empty box of Kleenex lay on the coffee table, looking as dull and hopeless as you felt.

You shouldn’t be crying this much, but you lived Jungkook so much, it was as if someone had snapped your neck, but you never died, causing you to have to live with the unbearable pain. The pain never came to an end, even when you attempted to fall into a deep sleep, which ended up being a long suffering.

Tossing and turning on your fluffy mattress, you even flipped your pillow into its cool side, believing that it would aid you in gaining some type of rest. Nope, not today…

You slowly opened your heavy eyelids, squinting them as the bright light from the sun attacked your pupils. Huh.. You had gotten some sleep, maybe two to three hours, but it was still sleep.

No school and no work meant no reason to part from the relaxing heat of your down comforters. Snuggling into your sheets, you close your eyes once more, oblivious to the sound of knuckles tapping against your front door.

The visitor had to call your name in order for you to snap out of your trance. “Y/N!” The voice called. “Open up, I need to talk with you!”

Well, it definitely wasn’t Seoyeon or any of your other female friends.

And it definitely wasn’t Jungkook.

If it wasn’t who you were looking for, no need to sacrifice your comfort for some needy stalker.

Your room door was pushed open with a bang, as two familiar male idols stood in your view. The one on the left had burgundy colored hair, still messy from him rolling in his sheets. Th one on the right, however, had coffee colored hair.

“Jin… Taehyung..?“ You were utterly confused. First, why were they here? And second, how the hell did they even get into your house? The silent question wavered in the air, no one bothering to speak up. Soon, Jin was the one who had to break the awkward silence with a clearing of his throat.

“Hello, Y/N,” he began. “Uh, we kind of… Borrowed Jungkook’s key to see you. I haven’t heard or seen you in a while. Tae and I were really worried.” So they used theft to see me…? Seemed like something they’d do, anyways.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N! You look like you’ve been run over by a bus!” Taehyung gasped, rushing over to your side of the bed. “What happened?!” Brushing the stray hairs out of your face, the older plopped himself next to you, kicking off his shoes while doing so.

Seokjin placed the stolen key chain on your dresser as he, too, strolled over to you. “I’m fine”, you lie, your voice cracking from your sleepiness.

Jin then pushed his head in your face, his nose brushing against yours, as he inhaled sharply. Fluttering his eyelids shut, he shook his head in disagreement, his red hair flying from the movement, as he finally backed away from you.

“Have you been drinking?” He asked in a rather calm and soft tone. Opening his eyes to look at your startled face, he sighed, the answer quite clear although you said nothing. Taehyung pushed his face into yours, his lips almost brushing against your own, as he also smelled your breath.

“Y/N! Don’t do that,” he cried. “I don’t want my friend to die from loss of brain cells.” He paused for a minute, horror plastered onto his handsome features, as he held you hostage with his strong, muscular arms.

“Or worse, I don’t want you to get into a car accident, or for someone to rape you when you least expect it!” Screaming as if he was being stabbed, Taehyung shook his head wildly and clutched onto you tighter, nearly cutting off the circulation in your arms.

“Y/N, you don’t usually do things like this. What’s wrong?” Jin questioned as he, too, sat down on your mattress. “I… I don’t want to talk about it, Seokjin. It’s all my fault anyways, so there’s no need to get others involved in the shit I created for myself,” you groan, shielding yourself from the two men’s view with your sheets.

The immediate understanding of the situation clicked in the older’s mind as he stood up and walked towards the hallway. Turning to face you, Jin held out his hand, smiling warmly. “Y/N, can I talk to you? In private?”

Taehyung, who was a bit slower when it comes to situations like these, eyed Seokjin with a blank expression, but soon nodded for you to follow the boy standing by the doorway. You rolled out of the warm cloth and dragged yourself over to Jin’s side. He held your hand, pulling you towards the nearby living room, and sat the both of you down as he crossed his long, slender legs.

“Y/N…” He began, hesitation lingering in his deep voice. He gulped, the movement of his Adam’s Apple catching your eye. “Jungkook has been pretty out if it these days. Please don’t tell me you’ve been in an argument.” Rubbing desperate circles on your palm, Jin sat back in his seat, slumping his broad shoulders.

Nodding your head, you also sit back in your chair, mustering up the right words to explain what happened. “I… We got into an argument yesterday. Jungkook expressed his feelings for me, but got pissed because I was too stupid to figure it out myself,” you breathe.

“He left after punching the mirror in my bedroom, but I spotted him getting ready to fuck a random girl at the club close by.” Lacing his fingers with yours, Jin furrowed his brows as he cursed under his breath. “I knew something was up. He’s been acting so on edge today. He didn’t even come out of his room. His breakfast is still waiting on the kitchen table, probably no good by now,” he groaned.

His glossy coffee colored eyes met yours, anger and pain swimming in them. “I’m so sorry, honey. I’d slap the life out of Jungkook if I could.” His free hand rubbed your arm as you leaned your head on his strong shoulder. He was so comforting, like everything would go back to normal within seconds. But both of you knew that wasn’t possible.

Jungkook was brutal whenever it came to someone toying with his emotions. Even if it wasn’t intentional.

Within minutes, tears began to prick your eyes, and you clutched onto Jin as you started to cry. “Why me? Why. Fucking. Me?!” You scream, causing Seokjin to flinch at the sudden outburst. “Y/N, we can stay the night if you’d like, so you won’t have to be alone,” he offered.

Just then, Taehyung rushed down the hall, panic in his voice. “What wrong?” He asked, his hands shaking. Jin lifted the hand that rested on your arm as he waved the younger boy off. “Nothing, Y/N’s just going through a tough time right now. Here,” he instructed. “Take the key and go back home. Don’t wait up for me, I probably won’t return until tomorrow.”

Giving his hyung a stiff nod, Taehyung grabbed the dangling key from Jin’s hand and exited the now silent home. “You know, Y/N, people have lots of problems. We all have hard times,” Seokjin cooed. Letting out a bitter laugh, you pat his shoulder. “I know, but I’m sure even you haven’t experienced this kind of shit. It’s pretty fucked up, you know.”

“Wrong,” he dead panned. “There’s this girl I like… We’re really close, but not as close as she is with this other guy. To keep the peace, I never told her my feelings. Nor did I express it to anyone else.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest at the new information, but disbelief soon replaced the relaxing feeling. “She’ll notice you soon enough, Eomma. I think you should tell her how you feel. You’re a handsome, caring guy. And your cooking is to die for!” You encourage him. “If she says no, then she’s blind… So god damn blind.”

Running a hand through his delicate strands, Seokjin pulled you closer to his side, your shoulder brushing against his own. “Y/N, I’d like to take you somewhere later on today. You know, to help get your mind off of your problems,” he grinned. “It’s a very special place to me, so I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I will.”

“Hurry up in there! By the time you come out, I’ll be 30!” An impatient Seokjin teased as he banged on your bedroom door. He’d went to the dorms, changed and returned to your house, but you still weren’t even halfway done.

“Hush, I’m coming!” You groan as you apply a layer of foundation to your face. Finishing your look with a light pink lip gloss, you grasp the shiny brass doorknob and open it to find Jin, your ebony heels in his large hands.

“Wow. You look beautiful,” he gasped. Kneeling down, the well dressed male slipped your feet into the shoes. He wore a dark grey suit with a pink shirt, as well as a black tie to compliment his look. “Ready to go?” He breathed, standing up from his previous position. His red hair was brushed over his forehead, and the apples of his cheeks raised as his lips formed into a bright smile.

Just when you were about to nod your head, you heard a banging sound in the living room area, followed by a deep grunt. Your head snapped in the direction of the hallway, you neck aching from the sudden movement.

“Y/N!” The man screamed. “Where the fuck are you going with Seokjin?! You should be studying for your goddamn classes!” Your mind instantaneously traveled to the scene where Jungkook slammed his bare fist into your mirror. There was no question about who was causing all this commotion. You and Jin already knew the answer.

Brushing past a startled Jin, you jog down the hallway and turn a corner to enter the living area. “Jungkook…” You groan. “W-what are you doing here? How did you even get here? Jin has the key!” Eyeing you as if you were an idiot, the Maknae pointed to the spare key on the coffee table.

“Wow, babe. You really forgot about the shit we shared?!” Surprise bubbled inside of your chest at the new “nickname” he’d given you, spreading to every limb in your body. “Baby, I’m sorry for last night, okay? I fucking miss you, and I can’t stand being without you, Y/N,” he whimpered.

“Should’ve thought about that when you shoved your dick up some girl,” you snort, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Fuck, this is all because if that ass, Jin! If it wasn’t for him, you’d believe me!” He screamed, the smell of beer lingering in the air between the two of you.

Marching down the hall and into your bedroom, Jungkook slammed the door behind him. Followed by the rather vulgar action was the sound of shattering glass, and a scream that belong to none other than…

Kim Seokjin.

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