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maliby · 4 years

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Taste of Little | pjm (M)

↬ Pairing: Jimin x Fem Reader ↬ Story Genre: fluff with a spread of smut ↬ Warnings: explicit language, explicit sex scene, mentions of cheating, body insecurities ↬ Word count: 4.2K ↬ Summary: It was yours and your boyfriend Jimin’s first anniversary, aka the night you were finally going to have sex. Every thing was going fine until he simply leaves you high and dry; turns out Jimin is hiding a little secret that he’s too scared to tell you. Will your love for him be bigger than that?

For: The Intimacy Anthology Project

“Excuse me, are you Y/N?” A handsome stranger asked as he approached your table that was conveniently close to the exit so you could bolt if anything went wrong.

“Yes, I am, and you must be Jimin right?” You stated as you looked at the black hoody Jimin said he’d be wearing.

“Yes,” he smiled. His smile was so sweet and warm that you swore he could make a rockfall in love with him just with that smile alone.

“Nice to meet you, Jimin.”

“Nice to meet you too, Y/N.”

It’s been exactly one year today since you first met Jimin at the same cafe you were in right now - the ‘Aroma Mocha’.

At first, when your friend and roommate Jenna had set you up to go on a blind date with him you didn’t really want to go. The reason was that you had sworn off guys ever since your last relationship ended with your ex choking on another man’s dick on your couch wearing your lingerie. So, when your friend came up with the suggestion of getting back out there you had shut her down immediately. It wasn’t until you lost some stupid bet over Jenna banging an idol that you were “obliged” to go on a date with her coworker Jimin (something that now made you thank your lucky stars every day).

“You’re late mister,” you pointed to your watch as your handsome boyfriend walked in in a rush.

“I’m so sorry baby,” he said before tenderly kissing your lips. “Happy anniversary,” the smile on his lips reminded you of the very first time he smiled at you, in this very cafe, and, the very first time he ever made your heart race.

“Happy anniversary.”

“Namjoon was attempting to cook dinner for Jin and he almost sliced his finger off so I had to take him to the hospital,” he took off his denim jacket as he sat opposite you. He then picked up the menu and looked through it, searching for something to order.

“I swear Namjoon needs a babysitter, doesn’t he know he’s not allowed near sharp objects without supervision?”

“He wanted to surprise his boyfriend but, if you want my opinion, Jin’s lucky he wasn’t able to finish that monstrosity of a meal.”

You chuckled. “Well, Namjoon isn’t the only person who prepared a surprise for their boyfriend,” you smirked, amused with his curious expression.

“Oh yeah? What did my beautiful girlfriend prepare for me?”

“Well, if I told you now it wouldn’t really be a surprise now would it?” You reached over the table and pressed a small kiss on his lips.

Jimin and you hadn’t had sex yet. At first, it didn’t really bother you much because you were not one to rush things and, since Jimin was a little bit shy, you wanted to respect him but now you were starting to second guess yourself. Your inner voice kept whispering you thoughts like: “he doesn’t find you physically attractive” or “he’s cheating on you with other people”, something you admit may come from the trauma of your past relationship. So, with your 1st anniversary coming up you thought that it was now or never. You decided to shoot for the stars and bought an expensive lingerie set in your favourite colour, that you were wearing at that moment.

After your cafe date, you had arranged a little picnic-style dinner at the beach, where you watched the summer sunset together. After that, you went back to your place - since Jenna was out of town and Jimin lived with Namjoon - excused yourself to the bathroom (where you were currently at) and got ready to put your ultimate plane of seduction in action.

You took off your dress so you were just in lingerie, brushed your teeth twice, put some deodorant (just in case) and exited the bathroom, ready to put on a show.

“Hey baby, I poured you a glass of-” the pair of glasses he was holding shattered on your wooden floor, its content spilling all over to the nearest carpet, “-wine.”

You smiled. This was exactly the reaction you wanted, a reaction so good that immediately made you forget about all your doubts and fears - he wanted you.

“You like it? It’s just for you,” you teased as you gave a little twirl so he could fully observe you.

“You look...fuck.”

His jaw was locked, and his eyes scanned you up and down as you slowly started to shorten the distance between the two of you. As soon as you reached him though, he did something completely unexpected.

“Jimin, what are you doing?” You followed him to the kitchen where he had run to pick up napkins.

“We need to clean this up before it ruins your floor, or you hurt yourself,” he rambled on as he went back to the place of the accident. It was almost like he was trying to avoid you.

“Jimin,” you slouched down and grabbed the hand that was picking up the broken pieces of glass, making him stand up again, “I don’t give a fuck about the glass. I just want to have you.”

You placed your hands on his chubby cheeks and softly kissed him.

At first, it took him a while to relax and give in, but as soon as he started to kiss you back the intensity of the kiss immediately changed.

You guided him to your bedroom without ever breaking the kiss. While your hands were busy tugging at his brown locks his own were hoisting up your skirt so they could grab your ass.

“Take your shirt off,” you said after he threw you on the bed.

Your loins were on fire, they were burning for him, aching even. You had seen him shirtless before but this time you felt like you almost couldn’t control yourself. Your eyes examined his delicious chocolate abs and wondered what it would be like to kiss and lick them and to keep on going until you reached his cock.

You wanted to please him so badly, you wanted to hear him moan your name, you wanted to watch him come undone, you wanted to watch his facial features contort in pleasure because of you, you wanted it all.

He got on top of you and you both started making out once again.

“I want you so badly Jimin,” you said as you flipped your positions and got on top of him. He didn’t answer, but you could tell by the tiny moan that escaped his mouth and the way that he squeezed your thigh that he was excited.

First, you started to kiss his neck and then you made your way to his abs, running your tongue through the defined muscles. Your hands started working on the button of his jeans and you could feel him tense up. You thought it was probably just from the excitement or something, but as soon as your mouth started to descend towards his nether region he suddenly pushed you off and got up.

“Is everything alright?” You asked out of worry, being scared that you had crossed some sort of line for him.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I- I need to go,” he buttoned up his pants and put his shirt back on.

“Jimin, did I do something wrong?” Suddenly, your whole world dropped and all your insecurities came flushing back in at once, tears starting to build up in your eyes.

“No, it’s just...fuck, I need to leave,” he turned away from you, put his shoes back on and left, leaving you a heartbroken mess on your bed.

“Honey I’m hoooome!” Your roommate Jenna yelled as she returned home from her week-long vacation in her hometown.

Her loud voice woke you up, but it wasn’t like you were having a nice sound sleep; nightmares, as well as crippling thoughts of the man you loved cheating on you, had plagued you for the past week.

“What are you still doing sleeping at noon and why aren’t you coming out to great your roomy?” You heard her enter your room but remained immobile under the cocoon your sheet provided.

“Get out of bed you lazy ass!” Jenna dragged the sheet that was hiding you all the way back and exposed you to the sunlight coming from your previously shut blinds.

“Jennaaaaaa,” you whined while trying to reach for the sheet, but she had pulled it way too far.

“Y/N, it stinks and you look like shit! What the fuck happened while I was away?”

“Nothing,” you lied.

“What did Jimin do?”

“How did you know?”

Sometimes you were amazed at how well Jenna knew you but that’s what 3 years of living together can do for you.

“Because I left you alone in the house on your anniversary with Jimin and instead of smelling like sex it smells like death,” she pointed out, matter-of-factly with her arms crossed over her chest.

You sighed, burying your face back on your pillow.

“Y/N, what happened?” Jenna sat on the bed right next to you and pet your unwashed hair in a comforting gesture.

“I think Jimin is cheating on me.”

“Jimin?” You hummed. “The Park Jimin?” You hummed once more. “Y/N, I don’t believe Jimin would ever do that to you. First, because he’s not the cheating type, and second, because he loves you, like a lot. Like, I get diabetes just by the sweet way in which he looks at you-”

“We’ve never had sex,” you interrupted her train of thought as you finally lifted up your head from your pillow to look at her.

“What? Never?”

“Nope,” you popped your last syllable to give emphasis.

“Okay but, that doesn’t really mean anything. You know Jimin can be a little shy at times. Maybe-”

“I thought that too,” you interrupted her once more, “and because of that, I decided that, on the night of our anniversary, I would be the one to initiate it. So, after a lovely time on our date I brought him back here, excused myself to the bathroom and came back out wearing a lingerie set so hot he dropped the fucking wine glass on the floor. You should have seen the way he was looking at me, he totally wanted it. Then, after a heated make-out session, he suddenly stops everything and leaves.”

“What? Oh no...and you guys haven’t spoken since?”

“No. He tried calling, but I ignored him.”

“Y/N…”

“I know what you’re going to say, that I need to be a grown-up and talk it through, but what if he’s going to tell me that he doesn’t want to be with me anymore? What if he tells me that he’s gonna leave me for another one? Or that maybe he’s into dudes now.”

“Jimin is not your stinking ex,” Jenna pointed out. She had never really liked your ex-boyfriend.

“I know, but still…”

“Okay, I’ve heard enough! You are gonna get up, take a shower, because you fucking stink, and then, after we have lunch, we’re going to Jimin’s soccer game with the guys and you’re gonna talk to him there, am I clear?!”

“Yes, mom…”

“Aish these kids…” you heard her say as you made your way to the bathroom.

When both you and Jenna arrived at the game, the second half had already started. There weren’t many people there - since it was purely an amateur game between friends - and since you didn’t want him to see you just yet, you and Jenna just stood behind a tree, enjoying the shade it provided.

Usually, your boyfriend was the best player, scoring numerous goals that led his team to victory, but today it looked like he wasn’t even there; he’d missed almost all of his passes, accidentally scored an own goal and almost got himself kicked out of the game.

“I’ll be in the car waiting,” your friend told you as soon as the referee whistled to end the game, “take your time.”

“Thanks, Jenna.”

You gave her a small hug of gratitude and waited till everyone was in the locker room so you could wait outside for Jimin. What you weren’t expecting though, was to be able to listen to every little thing the boys were saying inside.

“What’s up with you today Jimin? If it wasn’t for Jungkook we could’ve had a way more embarrassing result than losing 3-2!” You recognized the voice of his roommate Namjoon - he clearly wasn’t happy.

“It’s nothing,” Jimin’s voice was so low that if he wasn’t right next to the window that was also next to you, you wouldn’t be able to hear his response.

“Did you finally have sex with Y/N?” A voice you recognized as his friend Hoseok asked, putting you in a state of hyperawareness. You could hear your heart beating in your ears, you could feel your blood pumping at a rapid pace and you could feel your hands shaking from the nerves. Whatever happened next, you would know the whole truth about you and Jimin. His answer would reveal everything. For sure if he was banging another girl his friends would know. Aren’t guys known for spilling out everything in the locker room?

His answer never came though.

“So that’s why you’re such a mess today. Did she react badly to the size of your dick and ran away?” Hoseok’s voice sounded again.

You were beyond shocked. Wherever you thought their conversation was going, you were clearly wrong. Never in a million years would you imagine that the reason Jimin acted the way he did was because of his insecurities.

“No...fuck. I-I was the one who ran away.”

“Shit man,” Hoseok answered, his voice getting closer to where you were standing, probably coming closer to comfort Jimin.

“Now she’s not answering my texts or calls, I’m scared I screwed it up forever,” he sighed.

“Jimin, just talk to her. Y/N loves you, I’m sure she’ll understand,” Namjoon reasoned.

“And what if she doesn’t want to be with me because I can’t please her like a normal guy?”

You turned around and left for the car, not being able to hear more.

Of all the times you had imagined the reasons why you hadn’t had sex yet, never once had crossed your mind that that reason was the size of his penis. Of all the times you felt insecure about yourself, never once had crossed your mind that the man you loved was the one feeling insecure. For all of that, you felt like a piece of shit; for pressuring him, for doubting him, for everything.

You wanted to tell him then and there that you loved him more than anything and that you didn’t care about the size of his penis, but most of all, you wanted to tell him that you were sorry for pressuring him.

That same night you wanted to surprise Jimin and apologize to him. So, after texting his roommate explaining everything that had happened that afternoon and asking if you could come by, he promptly told you that he’d gladly go on a date with his boyfriend to leave you two alone. Thus, when dinner time came and Namjoon left, you picked up a couple of pizzas, a bottle of wine, and went to Jimin’s place.

You knocked on his door and at first, he didn’t answer, but after insisting once more he finally opened the door.

“Namjoon I swear I’m gonna nail the keys to your hands- Y/N.” The way in which Jimin was looking at you right now reminded you so much of a lost puppy that you just wanted to drop everything and hug him tight.

“I thought we should talk. I brought pizza and wine.” Jimin stood in front of you with his mouth agape, not saying anything. “Can I come in?”

“Of course.” He stepped aside to let you through and you walked to the kitchen to place the pizzas and the wine on the table.

“Namjoon just left-”

“I know, he offered to once I told him I was coming,” you put the food on the table and turned to him.

“Y/N... I’m so sorry I left the other day. It’s nothing to do with you, I love you. It’s just…”

“Jimin, I know.” You grabbed his hand to comfort him.

“Y-you know?”

He looked so adorable when he was confused. You looked at the way he wide opened his eyes and you just melted inside.

“I went to see you play today and, at the end of the game, I waited for you outside the locker room so we could talk and I heard everything you guys said.”

“You heard? So, you know? Fuck, I’m so sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to hurt you it was just-” You kissed him.

“Jimin, I don’t care that you have a small penis. You could have a wind chime for a penis and I wouldn’t mind, you know why? Because I love you with all my heart.” You placed your hands on his chubby cheeks in a tender gesture and ran your thumbs over his skin.

“I’m so sorry I put that kind of pressure on you. I should’ve known that you weren’t feeling it and-”

“Wasn’t feeling it? Fuck Y/N, do you know how much I wanted you at that moment? Do you know that you almost ended me when you came out of the bathroom looking like that? Trust me when I say that leaving you that night was hard as fuck and also, something I’ve regretted ever since.”

After soulfully looking into each other's eyes you embraced one another. You nuzzled your head in his neck and just stood there smelling his Hugo Boss perfume. The hug was a healing one, like all that you’ve been through for the past week had just been erased by his strong arms.

Jimin pulled back from the hug so his lips could meet yours, passion flowing right through you. The kiss quickly got more heated as his hands started wandering all over your body, making the temperature rise.

“Baby,” you pulled away and looked right at his glazed eyes, “we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to-”

“I want to.” He placed a soft kiss on your lips and led you to his bedroom where he started to remove his t-shirt, showing you his glorious abs.

Not wanting him to feel left out, and to give him some type of security, you also started to remove your shirt, following it up with the rest of your outfit until you were completely naked on his bed.

“I am so lucky,” he stated as he observed your naked body on his bed.

His half-naked body soon was on top of yours, his mouth worshipping your skin with sweet and tender kisses. He started at the neck, moved through your chest (teasing your nipple a little bit with his tongue), down your stomach and straight to your dripping centre.

“You’re so beautiful,” his eyes were fixated on yours as he licked your pussy, paying special attention to your small nub.

This was the first time Jimin was eating you out, the two of you only having gone to second base. From all the times you envisioned his head between your legs you had to admit you only imagined the best; Jimin was by far the best kisser you’ve had, not only because of those luscious lips of his but also because he had a very skilful tongue that he knew how to use in just the right amount. So, to say that he exceeded your expectations was putting it lightly. He was fucking knocking your metaphorical socks off.

“Fuck Jimin, just like that.” The way his wet tongue was circling your clit made you grab a handful of his dark brown locks so he could get even closer to you.

You were getting in such a euphoric state that you almost felt like something was taking over you; especially when he inserted a finger inside you. One minute you were biting your lip as hard as you could, the other you were almost pulling out his bedspread and in the next you were massaging your breasts to enhance your pleasure; an act that, in tandem, made you cum on your boyfriend’s mouth as you screamed his name.

“You were so good at that baby,” he climbed back up on top of you and you pulled him in for a quick kiss, the taste of your juices being all over his lips, “that was the best oral sex I’ve ever had.”

“Well, you know. I needed to get good at that since, you know…”

Your heart completely dropped, not thinking about the possible implications of your words. You felt so bad for him, you wish you could make all of this go away for him.

“Baby, don’t say that,” you placed your hand on his cheek, “size doesn’t really matter. What matters is the love we feel for each other and I love you so much.” You two kissed once more demonstrating your love for one another.

“Do you trust me?” You gently asked him.

“I do, with all my heart.”

You switched places with him, this time you being the one on top, and gently pulled his sweatpants down. Then, you looked at him once more, waiting for his approval, and once he gave you a nod you pulled down his black underwear revealing his hard dick.

It wasn’t that bad. You honestly were picturing something way smaller than what was in front of you - something more like a finger - but as you looked at it and saw that it still had a good girth you were kind of relieved.

You looked at him, saw his concerned look, gave him a smile, grabbed his penis and gave it a gentle kiss. Jimin whimpered at the contact and you teased him further by giving it a series of licks.

“Please baby, don’t tease me, it’s...been a while.”

“I’m sorry,” you weren’t also in the mood for games, but you just couldn’t resist teasing him a bit. “Do you have a condom?”

“Here,” he moved to reach the top drawer of his bedside table and removed a pack of condoms. He opened the box, ripped out one of the foils and handed it to you.

You put his cock in your mouth, giving it a couple of sucks, for a last bit of teasing and rolled the condom on his dick. You then moved so your core would be right on top of his length and rubbed his tip back and forth through your folds before sliding it right inside of you.

“Hmm,” you both moaned in unison.

His dick felt different than the others you had experienced. It didn’t fill you to the brim, but it still felt good. Maybe to other girls, it wouldn’t be ideal, but to you, it was more than enough.

The way you two were making love to each other, the sweet kisses, the intense stares, the moaning of each other’s names, everything was more than perfect and you could honestly say you never felt more connected to a person in your entire life. It didn’t even matter to you the number of times he slipped off of you during sex, it just mattered that you were with him.

Jimin was near his climax and you could tell he was trying to hold it in as much as possible because you were still a bit far from it. But, out of nowhere, Jimin started rubbing your clit, giving you the edge you needed to finally come undone and make him release inside of you.

You remained in each other’s arms for a while, just panting and enjoying each other’s embrace, until Jimin pulled himself out of you and went to the bathroom to discard his condom. When he returned and lay right next to you, you couldn’t help but notice the nervous look on his face.

“Baby, it was fine,” you assured him.

“Yeah, but it kept falling out and I had to help you get there.”

“So?” You popped yourself on your elbow to get a better look of his face. “It matters way more to me that you did everything in your power to make me cum than if I could cum by your dick alone. Trust me, most women can’t even cum with sex alone.”

“So...it was good?” His puppy dog eyes were seriously killing you inside.

“Yes,” you kissed his lips as he started smiling, relief washing over his face, “it was good.”

“I love you so much,” he professed his love to you and you could say that it was making your heart explode.

“I love you too,” now he was the one kissing you and you wished for nothing more than to get lost in his lips for the whole day but the sound of your stomach growling made you come back to reality.

“Somebody’s hungry,” he booped your nose in an adorable gesture, “how about we leave this bed and go devour those pizzas?”

“Way ahead of you.”

a/n: I was inspired to do this fic due to the amounts of “huge dick” fics out there. Don’t get me wrong, I love huge dicks lmao, but I feel like it’s healthy to, once in a while, bring a small peen to the equation (or maybe even a freaking normal size). Girls and boys, don’t expect everyone to have huge dicks, it’s ok if they don’t <3

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il0veyoujk · 3 years

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New house, new roomies

Sixth Chap.

This is a tickle related series, so if you are not interested in that type of content, I’d suggest ya to find another ff to read, thank you :)

Mini series based on a request from an anon and one of my ff Self-Esteem (I think you should better read it firstly so you can understand more what’s going on)

Summary: Nefeli (14) has just moved in with the boys and Jimin, but she is still not comfortable around them, so each one spends a day with her in order to get her to open up and to know each other more.

Warnings: None

Notes: None

Lots of love Nef 💕

“I’ll grab your waist and I’ll lift you, okay?”

“Are you sure I am not too heavy for ya?”

“For the last time Nef, you are not!”

“If you say so, I am just warning you”

Today Hoseok and Nefeli had decided to learn a new dance. Well, Nefeli had asked Hoseok to help her learn it. They currently were in the living room, in front of the TV and loud music was bursting from the speakers. All the rest of the boys were out of the house for various reasons. Yoongi and Jungkook were out, playing basket, Namjoon was in the local library, Jimin and Taehyung were somewhere in the park and Jin had gone to the stores to buy the blue cheese the boys had forgotten to bring.

“Come on Nefeli, you have said that so many times and you are never heavy!” Hoseok smiled his famous shiny smile and raised his sleeves up to his elbows.

The young girl sighed deeply as Hoseok turned the music louder and bent his knees, getting ready to catch her.

“Fine, but if we fall, don’t say I didn’t warn you” the young girl took a step back and started running up to the lad in front of her, who just rolled his eyes playfully.

In a swift movement, Nefeli jumped in the air, waiting for Hoseok to catch her. However, as soon as he caught her, Nefeli immediately curled up, giggling in the air on his arms. Hoseok raised an eyebrow but before he could say something else, she had already fallen on the floor.

“Is everything alright love?” Hoseok asked Nefeli who was still on the floor, grinning from ear to ear.

“Yeheheah don’t worry, everything is fihihine” she giggled in response, getting back on her feet and getting in position to jump on him again.

Hoseok, who had understood something, raised his arms again and stepped a little behind, ready to catch the still giggling girl again.

“Okay 3... 2... 1... Jump!” the young lad yelled, smiling widely, signaling for Nef to run again.

Which she did.

Nefeli started running again, still grinning and mentally drumming her head in the rhythm of the music. She jumped again in the air, stretching her body as much as she could so Hoseok could get a better grip on her.

What she didn’t expect tho was Hoseok to grab her by her sides, gripping on them and wiggling his fingers there so as he could keep her still. But he had managed to do something else...

The young girl busted in loud, belly laughter, shaking her head side to side and thrashing around in the air, trying to escape the devilish feeling.

“What is it Nef?” Hoseok smirked, wiggling his fingers more, knowing full well what he was doing.

“NAHAHAHAO LEMME GAHAHAHAO AHAHAHA!” Nefeli was kicking out nonstop, while her arms were falling everywhere they could reach.

“What happened? Am I doing something wrong?” the boy’s fingers moved to her lower ribs, squeezing and kneading there, touching some of her most sensitive nerves.

“PLEAHAHAHAHASE NAHAHAO AHAHAHA!” Nefeli kicked out more, squirming in the air, way more than before.

She couldn’t imagine that someone would have noticed how sensitive her midsection was just like that. And being tickled in the air was making everything ten times worse. It was like she couldn’t escape and she was stuck there, only able to laugh and squirm around.

“Now tell me Neffie, does it perhaps tickle a little?” his teasing made the young girl snicker louder, sending a tingly shiver down her already sensitive spine.

One thing Nefeli couldn’t stand was teasing. She knew that if she tries more, she would have escaped the tickled, but teasing is something she cannot stop. Only if the teaser wanted it to stop. And getting teased makes her feel even sensitive.

“YEAHAHAHAHAS AHAHAHAHA!” the girl blushed deep red, not really wanting to admit that. She hated saying that word out loud or even say she is sensitive.

Hoseok smirked wider and moved his right hand on her hips while the other remained in its place, squeezing endlessly the two spots.

Nefeli felt her nerves being set on fire while every hair she had on her body was now straight. Her legs were falling everywhere they could while she was gripping tightly on his wrists, trying to set herself free. But nothing seemed to work. “HOSEOK AHAHAHAHA NAHAHAO AHAHAHAHA!”

“Aw, you are so cute Neffie!” Hoseok finally laid Nef’s body on the carpet, on her back, while she was panting hard.

However, the young girl didn’t have much time to react before Hoseok pinned her arms above her head with one arm and started clawing her tummy with the other one.

Nefeli let out a mini shriek and fell into hysterical giggles, shaking her head side to side in order to make the feeling less intense, but nothing was working.

Hoseok’s fingers were touching and kneading softly her lower tummy, occasionally shaking his fingertips in the middle of her stomach “Your laughter is so sweet sunshine!”

Nefeli felt a blush appearing on her cheeks from the tease, while she was kicking out nonstop “PleahahaHAHAHAhase nahaHAHAhahao ahahaha!”

“Please what? Please more? Oh, I was planning on letting you go but if you insist” Hoseok fastly sat on her arms and started scribbling his fingers there.

The girl was immediately thrown in loud laughter and was trying hard to pull her arms down. Oh well, she had no chance obviously. Her tiny frame was no match for Hoseok’s one.

“NAHAHAHAHAO! NAHAHAHAT THEAHAHAHARE AHAHAHAHA!” Nef was kicking out and squirming around, not stopping for at least one second. Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t. The feeling was making her so sensitive she couldn’t control it.

“Aw, are you a little too ticklish to take it, Neffie?” he smirked, running his fingers on her bare armpits, making her scream in laughter.

But guess who is too stubborn to admit it. Yes, Nef. She would never say how sensitive she is. And of course, she could never use the word ‘ticklish’. She just couldn’t.

“NAHAHAHAHAO I’M NAHAHAHAHAOT AHAHAHAHA!” she shook her head cheekily, her laughter raising an octave when Hoseok sped up his fingers.

“Oh, what was that? You are not? Hm, then you won’t mind me doing that, right?” in a swift movement Hoseok’s fingers found their way on her lowest ribs, scribbling and running there.

Nefeli immediately was thrown in loud, belly laughter, shaking her head side to side and kicking out nonstop. It tickled so much that she was feeling like she would explode anytime soon. Her ribs were really sensitive and the fact that she was pinned wasn’t helping the matter.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHA HOSEOK PLEAHAHAHAHASE!” Nef kept kicking out and laughing loudly while Hoseok’s fingers were still dancing all over her lower ribs. His nails were dragging and scribbling all over her poor bones while his thumbs were squeezing the back of her ribs in the most ticklish way Nef had ever experienced.

“What’s the matter, sweetie? What’s so funny?” Hoseok asked innocently. If Nefeli could glare at him, she would, but she couldn’t. She was busy laughing and getting tickled.

“NAHAHAHAHAOTHING AHAHAHAHAHA!” Nefeli screamed in laughter when Hoseok’s fingers touched her middle ribs, pinching and scratching them with no mercy at all.

“Oh is that so? Then why are you laughing? I thought you weren’t ticklish, are you?” his teasing was making everything worse for the poor girl. His devilish fingers were digging and sometimes slipping in the space between her ribs, bringing to the surface some of the loudest laughter Nef had ever experienced.

“I REMEMBERED SAHAHAHAHAHAMETHING AHAHAHAHAHA!” Nef couldn’t come up with a better excuse other than that. But there was no way she would ever admit that she was sensitive.

The young lad raised his eyebrows teasingly. He was still wearing a wide grin when he moved his body fastly so that he was now straddling her waist and placed his hands on her waist “Really?! What did you remember, little one?!”

“N-Nohohone of your businehehehess!” Nef was laying there, regaining her breath, some soft leftover giggles leaving her. A wide smile was on her face and her hair was messy. She was recovering but one thing that was for sure was that she wasn’t thinking about what she was saying in between her giggles.

“But why? I wanna laugh too!” Hoseok squeezed her waist only once with the tips of his fingers.

Little did he know was that this squeeze was enough for her the poor girl to let out a scream.

“AGH NAHAHAHAO!” Nef bucked her his in the air and pushed her body upwards so as she could escape but Hoseok’s weight was preventing her from that.

“Wow, I’m barely touching you and you are already screaming! Is this a bad spot?” Hoseok smirked before he did the unexpected. He bent down and started nibbling on the poor girl’s waistline and the spot where the ribs meet the sides.

Nefeli was immediately thrown into hysterics and was shrieking in loud laughter. She was feeling like someone was tasering her with ticklish sensations, making her almost lose her mind “BWAHAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAT THEAHAHAHAHARE PLEAHAHAHAHASE HOSEAHAHAHAK!”

To be honest, the boy looked a little taken aback by Nef’s reaction. He wasn’t expecting her to react like that. However, the golden new spot he found made him smirk wider than he already was, while Nefeli’s almost hysterical laughter was filling the room, probably annoying everyone around them from how loud it was “Your laughter is my favorite sound, Neffie! I can do this all day!”

A feeling of panic rushed inside her as soon as the lad said that. She knew she wouldn’t last if her older friend kept going for too long.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAO! I’LL DIE!” Nefeli screamed in between her laughter, squealing louder when the boy chuckled on her skin from how hyperbolic the young girl was.

Hoseok’s sharp, front teeth were munching lightly yet fastly on the girl’s skin, sometimes touching her ribs while Nef was only able to lay there and take it. His torso was preventing her from escaping and her attempts to push his head away were doing nothing.

“Y’know I would never let you die, little one!” Hoseok sent her a wide, loving smile before he blew a long raspberry on her side.

If Nefeli could melt, she would completely. He was probably the sweetest person in that house and his smile could make someone’s day. However, at this point, the only thing she was focused on was the torturous sensations of the nonstop raspberries which were furious blows on her tummy and sides.

At the same time, Hoseok was scribbling with his blunt nails on Nefeli’s hips as his toes were softly scratching her soles. Her loud shrieks were filling the air while she was kicking her legs up and down, wiggling side to side while the ticklish sensations were kept going.

“Y’know, it’s so cute how you haven’t said stop this whole time!” Hoseok exclaimed, turning around and scribbling fastly Nef’s sole with his nails, sending her in fits of pure hysterics.

Nefeli’s face flushed deep red while she was trying to kick Hoseok’s fingers away from her with her other foot, only to get it trapped and tickled as well. Well, why would she say stop...? However, Hoseok was the first person who pointed it out and that made her extremely shy.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAP AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” she yelled out of reflex, trying to prove to Hoseok that she wasn’t enjoying this as much as he believed, even tho both of them knew she was lying.

“Now do you reeeeeeally want this to stop? Because I don’t think you do!” Hoseok’s teased as he pulled back Nef’s toes, scribbling their base, making her laughter raise an octave and crystal tears start rolling down her cheeks.

Nefeli was feeling like her entire torso was tingling. Even her palms. Her feet were always a death spot and now that Hoseok is tickling her like that, she feels like she is gonna explode any time soon. Every hair on her body was straight and her back was arched as her toes were being tortured and scribbled unstoppable. The young girl was hitting Hoseok’s back and was thrashing around, screaming in loud, belly laughter. She was trying hard to curl her toes again but it was too hard since his fingers were preventing her.

“Hm... Do you remember that song? La la la laaaa~” Hoseok started playing her toes like piano, occasionally nibbling them. Nefeli let out a higher scream every time she was getting her toes nibbled, slowly losing her mind from how much it tickled.

“HOSEAHAHAHAHAOK PLEAHAHAHAHASE NAHAHAHAHAOT THAHAHAHAHAT AHAHAHAHAHA!” she screamed in laughter, trying to escape, but nothing was working.

“Aw, so you ARE ticklish! That’s adorable!” the young lad pressed tiny, fast kisses all over Nefeli’s foot and on each toe separately, before going back to nibbling.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAOT MY FEEHAHAHAHAHAT AHAHAHAHAHA PLEAHAHAHAHASE!” Nef’s voice came out raspy and tired, and after that, she fell into silent laughter.

She was feeling like her lungs were burning and her mouth was stinging from how much she was laughing. Her stomach was aching and her head was spinning around.

“Coochie coochie coo Neffie!” Hoseok pulled her legs higher and nibbled the middle of her soles, making her let out a loud scream and then stop moving at all from how tired she was and how weak her body was at that point.

The boy must have sensed how Nefeli had stopped responding and let the poor girl go, pulling her onto his lap. He kept rubbing delicate circles on her back soothingly, helping her breath come back to its normal and her body relax and recover faster “Okay okay, calm down now, sunshine”

Nefeli leaned her head on Hoseok’s shoulder, while the music from some minutes ago was still playing as a background. She was relaxing under Hoseok’s touch while a smile was still on her face and her legs were brought on her stomach.

“That was sohohoho mean!” she giggled out tiredly, covering her red face.

“Well, I know, but it was fun, wasn’t it?” Hoseok nudged her lightly, making her giggle a little more and blush.

However, she couldn’t help but nod in response. She knew Hoseok had already understood how she enjoyed it, so no point in lying to him.

The young lad chuckled and kissed her cheek, helping her up and shaking her a little “Now let’s go back to dancing, alright? We left a choreo in the middle”

Nefeli chuckled and changed the song, getting ready “Just in case you need to touch my sides again”

Hoseok laughed loudly and got into position, waiting for the lyrics to come up “Ohohokay okay don’t worry, no more tickling. At least for now” he winked.

As the lyrics started coming up, the two friends started dancing, while Hoseok was occasionally poking Nef’s side, making her squeal and giggle. And lemme tell you the boys found the young girl on the floor panting and giggling while Hoseok was poking her tummy.

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wtf-yoongi · 4 years

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Stage lights. ‹‹part III of III››

pairing | jungkook x reader

summary | you visit jungkook on tour for the first time

genre/warnings | high levels of fluff + relatively new relationship + warning: features jk being extremely tired in between sets + but it’s ok because you look after him afterwards and now my heart is clenching

words | about 7k total (part III is 2,565)

✨ read part I here ✨

☁️ read part II here ☁️

note | kinda belongs in the same universe as this one, but can be read separately. i got carried away and wrote this huge thing, so i decided to separate it into three parts *laughs* kinda sad this is over and totally devastated by jk’s last words let me warn ya

When the show’s all over, things feel completely different. The messy room is even messier – but no one really cares at this point, collecting items at a much slower pace. People are talking more loudly now, laughing more freely, knowing that the work is done and that it was yet another successful night.

You leave your worries in a box in the back of your mind, although you can still hear Jungkook’s words echoing inside your head every now and then. When you look at him now, it’s almost impossible to think that this is the same person that left the stage mid-concert like that – even after having performed the rest of it. He looks a little worn out, yes, but happy and satisfied. Everyone has recovered from the intense final act, changed into more comfortable clothes, put on hats and beanies to cover some of the weirdly sticky hair – and positively look like any other person in the world after a day at work.

With the tension gone from the room, you feel much more comfortable now – not like you belong, but like you fit in enough. The same goes for when you move from the messy room to another one filled with tables, Jungkook taking your hand on your way there and telling you all they serve is Korean food, playfully adding that you could only eat rice if you wanted.

He was joking, of course.

Even if things could get weird – and you predicted them to – they really don’t. Jungkook leads you to a table that sits six and the seat next to you, that you would expect to remain empty, is soon taken by a smiling Hae. Namjoon sits in front of you and all of a sudden the table is full.

Conversation flows as easily as possible when two languages are being spoken and not all people can fully understand both – and it warms your heart to see everyone at least try for your sake. Jin even stood up at one point to do an impersonation of an annoying American interviewer and you felt the need to apologize for the whole country in between laughs and red cheeks.

When everyone is done eating and drinking, you stand up again, moving back to the messy room for long enough to pick up your personal belongings. Jungkook said you would be taking a van back to the hotel downtown and you nod as you feel him take your hand again to walk through the halls you came in earlier in the day. A few moments before stepping foot outside, though, he lets go abruptly.

You don’t mean to look at him like that, but you do it anyway. From the concerned look on his face, you must appear surprised and hurt in equal parts.

“Sorry, bad habit,” he apologizes, but doesn’t take your hand back. “I can’t really be seen with anyone, so I don’t usually… Even when there’s no one around…”

“Oh…” You nod and your expression changes again. “I get it. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, there’s really nothing…”

“You’ll have to teach me these things, you now? Let me know when I have to do or stop doing something,” you say, now noticing how close you two are and taking a few steps away from Jungkook. “Do we have to keep a safe distance? I’m not being ironic, really, I’m just asking,” you add as you see his face fall.

He snorts, moving a little bit more awkwardly and brushing a hair strand out of his face. “Kinda, yeah.”

“It’s really ok, I don’t mind taking a few precautions,” you reassure him, turning your body and taking a few steps backwards so he can see you better. You point at the black baseball cap on your head and smile.

He smiles back at your words and doesn’t say anything even after you pile up in the van along with other people, opting for just taking your hand again and squeezing it tightly.

The ride back to the city is silent, conversation between everyone dying down the further away you are from the stadium. It seems, you think, exhaustion finally hits. You feel it too, eyes heavy as the adrenaline and nervousness from it all aren’t running through your veins anymore. You raise your eyes just enough to see Jungkook staring outside with dreamy and tired ones, ready to rest your head on his shoulder and nap until you get to your destination.

When your eyes open again, the van has stopped and Jungkook is slowly running his left hand through your hair to wake you up.

“We’re here,” he says slowly and you straighten your body to see people are lazily leaving the van. He laughs lightly. “Can’t believe you didn’t wake up with the screaming outside. I had to close the curtains.”

You’re in what seems to be the back of the building now and your brain finally tells you there’s noise going on, a not-so-distant high-pitched cheering. It gets very loud, then it calms down again, and you notice another van pulling up next to yours.

“Sorry,” you apologize out of habit and Jungkook shakes his head lightly, nudging you to move towards the door with a small smile on his face.

You fix the crooked cap on top of your head and blink a few times to wake up a little better, finally getting up to leave. Outside, you can only see a reduced number of staff members and you assume this hotel really isn’t for everyone – much less the number of people you saw working earlier in the day.

When outside, you wait for Jungkook and follow him into the backdoor. There’s a tiny elevator only a few steps into the building and people are waiting to go up in groups of three or four. It takes a while, but you eventually find yourself in a long corridor, dragging your feet through the carpeted floor.

“Tired?” Jungkook asks, stopping in front of a door and touching the key card to the lock.

“Don’t think I can say that after today,” you admit with a scoff. “And it’s still early in New York, I shouldn’t be this sleepy.”

“How early?”

“Google says there’s a six-hour difference,” you say, entering the room after Jungkook and immediately moving to relieve your shoulders from the weight of your backpack. “So, yeah, still early.”

When you look around the room, it looks lived in, but not nearly as disorganized as you expected it to be. You know Jungkook has slept here already and it seems like room service wasn’t allowed. The bed is still kind of messy, but in a comfortable and inviting way – the way freshly made hotel beds never are.

Next to his open suitcase, you see yours, though – and that’s how you know at least someone has access to this room with the exception of Jungkook himself. It is pressed to the wall perfectly and you notice there’s a foreign, fancy paper bag sitting on top.

“What is this?” You ask, turning back to Jungkook, who’s placing his jacket inside the closet. “This isn’t mine.”

“It isn’t from me, sorry to disappoint,” he smirks. “Open up, let’s see what’s inside.”

You slowly walk towards your suitcase, taking the bag with one hand to open it up with the other. When you look inside, you see a box of fancy pastries and a note.

“It’s from Hae,” you say and turn the note around to read the small message written in delicate handwriting. You laugh lightly. “Oh, you’re going to love this.”

“What? What does it say?” He asks from inside the bathroom. His voice is now muffled from brushing his teeth and you can’t help but laugh even more.

“Here’s what she wrote. Her words, ok?” You warn before continuing. “I hope it’s ok I’m writing you this. You’re American, you make friends quickly, right? It was great meeting you today and I can see why Jungkook won’t stop talking about you sometimes. He will never admit to doing this, though. Hope you have a great stay with us. XOXO Hae. P.s.: I’ve always wanted to write XOXO to someone. And then she finishes with a smiley face. How cute is that?”

“I love that you find it cute when she throws me under the bus like that,” he says, taking a towel to pat his lips dry. “I’m going to have a serious conversation with her.”

“But there’s food.” You show him the light colored box.

“She’s good, isn’t she? Diplomatic Hae.”

“She is. She brought me coffee before the show,” you say with a smile. “You told her I like macchiatos.”

“She asked me what kind of coffee you liked. I told you, she’s nice,” he shrugs. “You want to take a shower first?”

“Nah, you can go,” you say, putting the fancy bag on top of a side table. “I still have to open my suitcase, get my stuff and all…”

“Ok.”

From the corner of your eye you can see Jungkook reaching for the door in order to close it, but stopping midway for some reason. He widens his eyes a little, taking steps in the direction of his own suitcase.

“I have to grab some things,” he says with a weak laugh, lowering his body to reach for what looks like a pair of shorts and something else you can’t quite figure out. “Not on my own today, can’t walk around naked, can I?”

You take advantage of the fact that he can only see your side profile to simply shrug, not giving him the satisfaction of a reaction from his words.

Thank God he can’t properly see your face.

When you open the bathroom door again, you feel relaxed – every muscle in your body a little bit too loose to function correctly. You put your head out to see Jungkook sitting in the middle of the bed, his legs spread out to both sides, with his big iPad in hand – you know he’s exhausted, but you also know him well enough. He will refuse to fall asleep while you’re not there with him.

“Hair dryer?”

“Oh…” He moves slowly, getting up again and reaching for it inside a random drawer. “There you go.”

“I thought you would blow dry yours.”

“I was going to, but too lazy,” he admits with a small smile. “It’s ok, it doesn’t matter.”

“I’ll do it for you if you want me to,” you offer. “Come on.”

“You should just do yours, I…”

“Come on…”

You grab Jungkook by the hand, making him sit on the bed again and looking for the nearest power outlet.

“Let me baby you just for a little bit, ok?” You smile fondly at him, leaning in to lightly kiss his lips for the first time in hours. When you do it, you definitely feel like you should kiss more often. Much more often.

“If this is about today, I already told you I…”

“It isn’t about today,” you interrupt delicately, still holding his face close. “I have a feeling nothing I say will make you work in a more… Balanced way. Am I wrong? You don’t even need to say anything, I know I’m not.”

Jungkook laughs and his shoulders tense a little bit. “Yeah, people have mentioned this to me.”

“Well, if I’m not the only one… Maybe you should start considering it?” You half-ask, turning the hair dryer on. “Wow, this is surprisingly quiet. You own a fancy one, huh?”

You move your left hand through his hair calmly and Jungkook closes his eyes, his stance relaxing almost immediately. While you’re there, you also take the opportunity to brush your hand against his ears and neck a few times and you feel like he could fall asleep right there if it wasn’t for the low, but still a little annoying, hair dryer sound.

When you turn it off, you move your fingers to mess with his long bangs. “I noticed earlier your hair looks more healthy and fluffy.”

“The part that was bleached before grew out,” he answers lowly, his eyes still closed. “Do you like it like this?”

“Yeah, sure. Do you?”

“I like that it is easier to make it look decent,” he laughs quietly and finally opens his eyes. “Do you want me to blow-dry your hair?”

“Oh, no, you should go to bed, I’ll just…”

“Come on,” he repeats your words from minutes before. “Let me baby you a little too.”

Jungkook doesn’t stand up to blow-dry your hair, deciding to just stay seated and pull you down close to him. You have your back to him now and he’s careful to not miss any section, moving from side to side thoroughly. Having him play with your hair also relaxes your mind even further and a few more minutes pass before you’re turning back to him.

“It’s ok,” you take the tool from his hands to turn it off. “You don’t have to blow-dry it 100%, it’s going to take too long.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, we’re both tired, let’s just go to sleep.”

You don’t have to say it twice. As you place the hair dryer next to the bed somewhere, not even bothering to stand up again to take it back to it’s original place, Jungkook is already turning around on the bed and pulling you by the hand to lay next to him.

“I already said this, but thanks for coming,” he inhales deeply, snuggling into your side as you’re both trying to make yourselves comfortable. “I know it’s hard, but… If you can, you should come more often.”

“You should go to New York more often too,” you say and your voice becomes quieter when the next words leave your lips. “I miss you all the time.”

Jungkook smiles warmly at you and brings one of your hands closer to him. “I will. It’s my turn now anyway,” he assures you and leaves a kiss on your wrist. “And I miss you all the time, too. Actually, I bet I miss you more.”

“How can you know that?”

“Because I do.”

“Oh, so you just got to that conclusion inside your little head?” You chuckle, bringing the hand that is already closer to him to trace his face. Even now, exhausted and ready to pass out, you don’t think Jungkook glows any less.

“Exactly.”

A few moments pass and you feel yourself begin to give in to sleep. The room is completely quiet now with the exception of your light breathing and legs moving to fit in a little better. Jungkook’s body is warm just like the last time you were like this and you wish, from the bottom of your heart, to always sleep by his side for as long as you’re alive.

All of a sudden, you hear his voice again.

“Are you still awake?” He asks, voice not above a whisper. When you open your eyes, Jungkook is staring longingly at you and it takes a second for you to catch your breath.

You nod with the tiniest of smiles, reaching out to touch the arm that is lazily draped across your waist. “Yeah, is there anything wrong?”

“No, not wrong, but… I think I’m in love with you.”

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writemywaytoyourheart · 4 years

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Onsra- Chapter 37: Where Have All The Flowers Gone

banner created by: @envity ♥️

pairing: vampire!jungkook x female reader (also vamp!tae x ga-in oc & vamp!jimin x yuri oc)

genre: E2L, romance, horror, angst, drama

warnings for this chapter: fluff, some tension between peeps, blood, death, use of guns and knives, kook is struggling, pls don't kill me.

word count: 10.8k

Onsra: ML, Previous

love you ;-;

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“I’d rather do literally anything else but drink that.” Jungkook scowls at the bag of blood in your hands as you roll your eyes at him.

“I know, but you have to…come on.” You shake it at him until he snatches it out of your hands and turns away from you, ripping it open with his teeth and downing it in a matter of seconds. Your chest lightens with relief that he has eaten, and you pat him on the shoulder consolingly.

“Now that it’s over, we can go.” You smile and he grimaces at you, wiping his lips repetitively, the obsessive habit he has making your heart ache a little in your chest. Jungkook leaves to the kitchen to toss the empty bag and say a few words to Jin before coming back and grabbing his hoodie. He pulls it over his head and puts the hood up, effectively covering most of his skin.

You smile as he grabs your hand and tucks it into the front pocket of his hoodie, holding it protectively. “Ok, I’m ready.” He announces cutely. You hold up the book and grin, “Let’s go!”

You two make your way onto the front porch and down the steps, moving toward the forest. You don’t miss the slight grunt of pain Jungkook makes when the sun touches his skin as he tries to adjust his hoodie. You pretend not to notice though, knowing he’ll just get more self-conscious if he knows you saw. So, you ignore the pain in your chest and look around at the little blue birds flying around, relief entering your mind when you finally reach the cover of the trees.

“Ok, race you!” Jungkook suddenly shouts, letting go of your hand and taking off into the forest. You flinch in surprise, then you glare at the back of his head before running, “You’re a cheater and cheaters never win!” You shout angrily, trying not to laugh at how annoying he can be sometimes.

Jungkook’s laugh rings out but he doesn’t slow down, quickly disappearing out of your sight. You sigh and huff out your breath, hoping an asthma attack doesn’t creep up on you. When you make it to the clearing and Jungkook is nowhere in sight, you feel anxiety tugging at your chest.

Where did he go?

“BOO!”

“AHHHH!” You jump back from Jungkook as he leaps out from behind a tree and shouts, laughing hysterically at the look of pure terror on your face. He grabs you before you stumble to the ground, “Got you.” He giggles and you slap his arm, “I swear, you’re such a brat.” You mutter in annoyance. Jungkook smiles smugly, satisfied that he was able to scare you so bad and get such a funny reaction.

You shove his book at him, making him laugh as he grabs it. Then you stomp over to the rock where you two shared your first kiss, plopping yourself on the ground and lying back against it. “Get over here and read to me before I change my mind and go hang out with Seokjin.” You say threateningly.

Jungkook giggles at your behavior, knowing you hate it when he wins all the time. He jogs over and sits down next to you, poking your cheek until you turn to glare at him, “Stop that, what do you want?” You hiss. Jungkook pouts, “I want you to not be mad at me.” You look away, irritated beyond belief that he is so irresistibly adorable even when he annoyed you a minute ago.

“I’m not mad.” You sigh in defeat and smile at him, your heart fluttering when you see his sharp canines as he smiles brightly. “Alright, I’ll read now!”

Adorable little brat.

You turn and lay your head on his lap, ready for him to take his turn in reading his story to you. The book he’s been reading to you is almost finished and you love it so far, just as he promised you would. Jungkook clears his throat and you hear him flipping the pages in the book.

“Where did you fall asleep at?” He asks and you laugh.

“How should I know, if I fell asleep?”

Jungkook chuckles at that, “Ok, what do you last remember?”

“Um, I remember her falling and hurting her ankle…?” You hear him flip a few more pages, then he makes a sound of approval, “Alright, I got it.” Then he starts to read, his voice immediately relaxing you as it whisks you into the little world he’s created with only the beautiful words flowing from his lips.

Time flies by and Jungkook keeps his steady pace as he reads page after page, never tiring.

“She felt her heart race as he stared at her. His gaze slowly shifted to her lips, then-…”

You lift your head in confusion when he stops abruptly. Then you squint at Jungkook, who’s biting his bottom lip as he reads the page silently to himself, his eyes flickering around the page.

“Then, what?” You ask and Jungkook jumps, looking up at you sheepishly. He doesn’t say anything as you laugh at his expression, “Why are you stopping at such an intense part??” You exclaim. Jungkook ducks his head in embarrassment, “I- I feel weird.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know…reading romantic parts out loud is making me feel like a weirdo.”

You burst out laughing and he looks at you, his face almost pained with awkwardness. “Is it a kiss scene?!” You ask excitedly and he nods hesitantly.

“Finally!!” You shout in ecstasy, throwing your arms in the air before snatching the book from him, “Don’t worry Kook, I’ll read this part to myself.” Then you turn, hiding the book from his view as you eagerly scan the words.

Jungkook laughs quietly, knowing how much you love romance as his tummy tickles with butterflies. He’s glad you’re reading this part to yourself though, as much as he is a hopeless romantic himself, reading it aloud to someone else is more awkward than he thought it’d be. A tiny squeal leaves your mouth and he chuckles at how cute you are.

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“Koo! Flower!” Honey shrieks when you and Jungkook walk through the front door after spending the day in the clearing. Jungkook smiles shyly and crouches enough to scoop her up when she runs into his arms.

“Hi, Honey.” He says gently, letting her pat his cheeks and kiss his forehead. You giggle and come up to kiss her head, “Hi, baby.” You boop her nose and she giggles, then you make your way to the kitchen to help Jin with dinner, leaving Jungkook to Honey. When you turn to look at them again, the sight of him placing her on his hip and asking her questions melts your heart and you feel a horrible urge to cry.

Stop being so emotional, y/n.

You chide yourself in your brain, forcing yourself to look away and go into the kitchen. “Please tell me you need help with dinner.” You say as Seokjin turns to smile at you, setting his knife down.

“I most certainly do, kiddo. Get over here and chop these veggies.” He gestures to the cutting board he was just at and you sigh in relief, wanting something to do to get your mind off certain things. Sooyoung grins at you from her place at the stove as she cooks eggs, her cheeks tinted pink when Jin reaches around her to check on the rice.

You smile back, trying not to squeal and make them awkward around each other. You turn and start cutting the vegetables that Seokjin has placed on the cutting board, making small talk with them as you three work diligently. After a few minutes, you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist, startling you as you set the knife down and turn your head to see Jungkook smiling at you.

“Kook, you scared me.”

“Again? You’re a scaredy-cat, y/n.” He snickers at you.

You’re about to respond, but then you see Seokjin and Sooyoung exchanging glances with each other, the looks on their faces showing how badly they want to tease you and Jungkook. Your cheeks heat up and you turn around to keep cutting the veggies, “If you’re going to be in the kitchen, then make yourself useful.” You scold Jungkook gently. He frowns, then he kisses the top of your head, “Namjoon hyung wanted to speak with me, so I’m going to go do that. Have fun!” Then he scurries out of the kitchen, leaving you to shake your head at him.

“You and Kook are so cute together.” Sooyoung whispers when she moves next to you, making you embarrassed once again. You smile shyly, “Thanks.” You look over your shoulder to make sure Jin is occupied, then you whisper back. “So are you and Seokjin.”

Sooyoung’s cheeks burst into flames instantly and she splutters bashfully, “H-he doesn’t think of me like that…” You smile at her gently, “Believe me, he does.”

You try to hide your amusement when Sooyoung is so flustered that Jin has to keep coming over to help her with the eggs, making her even more nervous. The two of them compliment each other so perfectly that it seems too good to be true. Jin is always so happy around her and the way she laughs at his jokes makes his face brighten all the time, not to mention the way he positively towers over her; seeming like a soft giant next to her tiny frame that’s always fidgeting nervously.

It really is just too cute.

~ ~ ~

“Hyung? You wanted to talk to me?”

Namjoon looks up at the sound of Jungkook’s voice, closing his book as he smiles at the young vampire. “Yeah, come in Kook.”

Jungkook walks into the study, settling himself in a chair in front of the giant desk that Namjoon sits on the other side of. “Why are we in here?” He asks curiously, noticing the map on the desk in front of the older boy.

Namjoon clears his throat, “Yoongi hyung wants to talk to everyone together at some point for the final plans and preparations, but I wanted to talk to you first.”

Jungkook nods and Namjoon continues, “We’re going to see the Hunters in three days. Yoongi hyung thinks that things are going to start setting off quickly after that. We could be following through with the plan a few days after we meet with them.”

Jungkook’s stomach twists anxiously at this news.

He’s known for so long that it would eventually come to this, but he had never had you in the equation when he thought of it. All he wanted a few months ago was to take his revenge on those that did this to them, but now he has you and the others to think about.

Namjoon sees the way Jungkook fidgets nervously, and all he wants to do is reassure Jungkook that everything will be fine. He isn’t sure how to though, because he doesn’t know how it is going to go at all. But he clears his throat again and speaks up anyway, “We just need to keep our heads on straight and things should be fine. We aren’t stupid, we’ll be well prepared.”

Jungkook nods absentmindedly, “So, what are some of the plans?” He asks, turning his gaze back to his older brother. Namjoon opens a drawer to grab a few papers out, laying them on the desk, “The last time we met, we decided that we would be luring as many vamps as we could to a certain place where we could hopefully have the upper hand if we take them by surprise. Here’s a list of all our weapons, I’ve taken careful inventory.” Namjoon hands Jungkook a paper to glance at, “We were going to decide the place when we meet again. I’m hoping they found as many Hunters that they seemed to think they would. We’re going to need every person we can get.”

Jungkook nods again at that, “And what about the girls?”

Namjoon sighs, “They’ll be staying here, as uncomfortable as I am with it. This is the safest place for them right now. If we end up finding a better hiding spot then we’ll have them go there, but for now, this is all we have.” He sees Jungkook worrying his lip so he adds in, “Seokjin hyung will be staying with them. He isn’t well enough to join us, as mad as he’ll be about that. He can stay with the girls and keep them safe.”

Jungkook feels a little better at that, but not much. When he isn’t with you himself, being able to physically see and touch you to make sure you’re safe, it makes him nervous. “I suppose there’s nothing I can do to change anything, so I guess that’s what we’ll have to do.” Jungkook sighs, making Namjoon smile sadly.

“Hope, Kook. Always have hope.”

~ ~ ~

“Jeon Jungkook, you need a haircut.”

“Pardon?” Jungkook looks at you like you just grew a second head, which you can’t blame him too much for, seeing as he’s very attached to his long hair. You laugh and reach up to run your fingers through his thick locks, “Just a little trim. I won’t cut too much off.”

Jungkook flinches away and puts his hands up in a defensive stance, “What the hell do you mean you won’t cut too much off? You are not touching my hair.” You snort another laugh, “Come on Kook, it’ll feel nice and refreshing to get a little trim!”

“I don’t care about refreshing!” Jungkook backs away putting his hands on his hair protectively. “Why? You don’t like my hair?” He pouts, making you smile at his cute antics. “I love your hair, Koo. I just want to make it look a little less raggedy for you.” You try to reason with him.

Jungkook looks indignant at your choice of words.

“I am not raggedy.”

You sigh, throwing your hands up in the air, “Fine, whatever! I’ll leave it be. And for the record, I never said you were raggedy, just your hair.” Jungkook looks relieved when you decide to back down from cutting his hair. He doesn’t like changes; they make him uneasy.

“Can we go outside?” Jungkook takes your hand and kisses it, wanting to get back on your good side. The weather is a bit cloudy today, the sun not shining much, so it’s perfect for Jungkook to go outdoors without his hoodie. He wants to spend as much time with you as he can since he’ll be leaving to meet the Hunters the day after tomorrow. He knows everything should go smoothly, but he can’t help the pit of worry in his stomach whenever he thinks about it.

“Sure.” Your smile brightens, instantly warming his chest.

When the two of you come in a few hours later laden with flowers, Seokjin comes out from the kitchen and laughs.

“Oh good, our other bouquets are very wilted, it’s time to change them out!” He takes the flowers from you both with a giant smile on his face, then he turns to you. “Y/n, I wanted to ask a favor of you.”

You pull off your shoes, tossing them into the closet before looking at him, “Of course, what do you need?” Jungkook watches the exchange curiously.

Sooyoung walks over and takes the flowers from Jin to put in some water as Jin turns back to you, “Sooyoung said that she heard you offering to cut Kook’s hair earlier. I need a haircut too if you’re willing to give me one!”

You honestly have never cut anyone’s hair in your life, but the hopeful look on Jin’s face makes you agree almost instantly.

“Yeah, I must warn you that I’ve never done it, and Kook didn’t trust me. But I can try!” Jin smiles at your words, making Jungkook scowl in irritation. “Oh, I don’t care what it looks like, it’s just starting to look real messy and it’s bugging me.” Jin’s windshield wiper laugh echoes in the hall and you turn to give Jungkook a smug look. He just rolls his eyes and turns away.

“Well, let’s give it a try!” Jin booms confidently.

~ ~ ~

Jin’s hair turns out a lot better than you thought it would.

In fact, it turns out so much better than you thought it would that you now have a line of eager boys waiting for their turn.

Jimin is currently sitting in the chair in front of you that you set up in the bathroom, his thumbs twiddling mindlessly as you work on his hair. Tae is next in line, bouncing on his feet in excitement. Hoseok is after Tae, and Namjoon is behind him. Yoongi stands idly at the end of the line, pretending he’s just watching but secretly trying to figure out how to ask you to do his when no one is looking.

Jungkook is too busy pouting in his room to see how everyone’s hair is turning out. He’s mad at himself for denying your offer but even more mad that the boys would have jumped at the chance to get a haircut whether he did it or not.

When Yoongi finally gives in and accepts the fact that all the others want to watch him get his hair done, you do his quickly and send him on his way. He has the biggest gummy smile on his face as he looks at his hair in the mirror, liking how much neater it looks already.

“C-can you cut my hair?”

You look up in surprise at the sound of Jungkook’s voice. Setting down the broom and dustpan you were using to clean up all the hair in the bathroom, you give him a small smile. “It’s alright Kook, your hair looks good the way it is. Don’t feel like you have to cut it because everyone else did.”

Jungkook bites his lip, “I know, I just want to try it. Just the ends, though.” He’s quick to make sure you know not to cut it short. You giggle and gesture to the chair still sitting in the middle of the small bathroom, “I promise I’ll only do a little.” Jungkook nods and takes a seat, clasping his hands on his lap nervously.

You take the scissors and walk around to look at his hair from the back, “If it isn’t bothering you at all except the ends then it should be pretty easy.”

“Ok.” Jungkook’s voice sounds small when he answers you. You smile and give the top of his head a quick kiss before getting to work. You only take off a centimeter or two on the ends, the tips a bit broken and ratty looking. The length of his hair doesn’t look any different, much to his relief when you tell him. You move to the front, gently messing with the hair around his face as you try to figure out how to do it.

That’s when you notice Jungkook clenching his eyes shut, his lips pursed tightly.

“Koo? Hey, are you okay? I can stop here.”

“I-it’s not that.” He stutters and you realize what he means.

The dark cloud is back.

His hands start to shake, so you set your scissors down, taking his hands gently in your own. “You’re okay, and you won’t turn.” You whisper softly.

Jungkook gives a small nod, “I- I’m okay, and I won’t turn. P-please stay with me, y/n. I’m scared to be alone.”

“Always, Kookie. I’m always here.”

You sit there for a minute before his hands relax and he opens his eyes slowly. “Sorry, I just-“

“Don’t apologize, Kook. I understand…are you okay?” You brush a strand of hair from his face then you cup his cheek with your hand. Jungkook leans into your touch, craving the warmth your hand gives to his cool skin.

After you finish with his hair, which looks almost the exact same as it did when you started, just a little tamer on the ends, Jungkook smiles approvingly in the mirror. “Thanks, y/n.” You’re about to respond when you see his expression change. He seems to be examining himself, his face dropping the more he looks.

“I never really look at myself.” He whispers, “Now I remember why.”

“Kook-“

“It’s okay.” He looks at you in the mirror, his smile coming back but seeming less genuine. “I’m just saying, that’s all.”

“You’re handsome, so stop looking at yourself like you aren’t.” You huff, not aware of what you just said. When you look back up and see Jungkook smiling shyly and not looking at you, you realize what came out of your mouth.

“Oh, I- uh…”

“Thank you.” Jungkook whispers, taking you by surprise.

Then a warm feeling spreads in your chest, relief that maybe he really believes that you see him as such making you almost giddy. Jungkook turns and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him, “You’re beautiful.”

Your cheeks heat up and you look away, laughing it off, “What a pair we are.” You mumble jokingly, smiling when Jungkook giggles.

~ ~ ~

You’re sitting on Jungkook’s bed, watching with a frown as he packs his little satchel with a few things.

“Can’t I come with you?” You ask sadly, already knowing the answer. Jungkook stands up from where he was kneeling on the floor packing, touching your cheeks gently and smiling encouragingly. “The girls need you here, little flower. All we’re going to do is talk, you don’t have to worry about us being in danger, alright?”

He catches your gaze, squinting playfully at you until you give him a small smile, “Alright. Please be careful, Kookie.” He nods, kissing your forehead before pulling you to stand.

“We should get downstairs.” He says reluctantly, not happy about having to leave you either.

“I could take Jimin’s place since he’s staying anyway.” You suggest, following Jungkook out of his room and pouting when you hear him chuckle.

“No, love. I told you, the girls need you here. Honey needs you to keep her company.” He takes your hand, walking down the stairs with you slightly behind him. With Honey added into the argument, you have nothing to say back. The small child is your weakness, and Jungkook knows that.

When you reach the living room and see all the boys minus Jimin ready to head out, you frown again. Jimin is holding Yuri’s hand cutely, talking to Tae and laughing about something that you can’t hear. Seokjin insisted on joining them for meeting the Hunters when he found out he couldn’t join them for the ‘fight’. You don’t know much about this ‘fight’ as they call it, since no one has explained much to you, but the sound of it makes you nervous.

Since Jin wouldn’t take no for an answer when accompanying them, Jimin offered to stay behind with you girls and said someone could fill him in before they leave for the actual attack.

Jungkook gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before following the older boys out, waving and smiling at you reassuringly.

When the blue van is out of sight, you decide to play with Honey to keep yourself occupied while they’re gone. Yoongi told you that they should be back late tonight, if not, then early tomorrow morning. The meeting wasn’t supposed to be long and everyone had preparations to make after it.

So, you swallow the lump in your throat and call Honey over to go and pick flowers with you.

~ ~ ~

“Anyone have any good road trip songs?” Jin calls out, trying to lighten the mood.

He gets a few chuckles, but no one suggests any songs, much to his disappointment. Seokjin looks in his rearview mirror and sees Jungkook in the back, staring out the window with a blank look on his face. Then it looks like he starts to whisper to himself before Jin brings his eyes back to the dirt road ahead, not sure what Jungkook is doing and not knowing how to help him.

The ride only takes two hours before they’re pulling up to an old building that looks a bit like a deserted elementary school. Jin parks the car and looks around, a strange feeling filling everyone’s tummies at the sight of so many cars parked here. A few men are walking into the building as the boys clamber out of the car. One of them waves but none of the boys recognize him as they wave back.

Just a fellow Hunter apparently.

Jungkook has his hood up, covering his pale skin and red eyes. He hisses in pain quietly when the sun touches his hands before he shoves them in the front pocket of his hoodie. Seokjin walks over to Jungkook and puts a hand on his shoulder, “Alright, Kook. The Hunters they met knew that Yoongi and Namjoon were vamps before, so they’re expecting us to be vampires. You won’t have to hide once we get in and the Hunters they met explain things to everyone else.” Jungkook nods, biting his bottom lip absentmindedly.

When they walk into the auditorium in the old school, Jungkook’s stomach turns at the sight of so many Hunters in one place. There has to be at least three hundred, and most of them have guns, some even have sheathed swords hanging at their sides, no doubt made of pure silver. He knows they’re all on the same side, but the thought of a Hunter not realizing he’s a good guy and attacking him makes him walk slower than the rest of the group.

They find some empty seats and sit down as Yoongi says he’s going to find the guys that came up with this and explain things. Jungkook watches him walk away, then he glances around the room. One big man with a bushy mustache and a shiny bald head, glares at Jungkook suspiciously. Jungkook can’t tell if he can see what he’s hiding or not, but the man has definitely already taken a disliking to him.

The young vampire’s attention is drawn to the stage when a tall young man with black hair starts waving his arms in the air as a signal for everyone to quiet down.

“Thank you to everyone that has come today, there are more that will be joining us but aren’t here. I’m just going to get straight to the point. You all know you’re here to help us eradicate the vampires. We found an old church that we’re going to be luring the vampires to-“

“And how are you going to do that?” A voice shouts from the crowd.

The black-haired young man on the stage smiles and nods, “You’ve also heard some rumors about good vampires I’m sure, so I’ll put your minds to rest and answer your question at the same time. There are some people that were changed, but not enough to become unrecognizable. A few of them have agreed to help us by spreading the news of a vampire meeting among the enemy.”

Murmurs move through the crowd and Jungkook feels the need to sink further into his seat. These Hunters don’t sound convinced. The guy on stage waves his arms again before continuing. “I know it’s hard to believe, but it will work. All you need to worry about is showing up and helping us.”

He keeps talking, but Jungkook isn’t paying attention. He’s too focused on not letting the Hunters around him see his appearance, seeing as they’re all getting worked up.

~ ~ ~

“Well, that was…fine.” Seokjin muses when they’re all once again sitting in the car.

Jungkook ended up staying hidden under his hood the entire time, all of them agreeing that that was safest for now. A lot of the Hunters there were angry about the fact that they were allies with a few vamps. They didn’t seem to care that they were once people before being turned.

Mutters of agreements float through the car, but Jungkook stays silent. He just wants to get home to you and pretend like none of this is happening. He knows you’re not going to be happy when you find out that the sneak attack is supposed to happen the day after tomorrow.

It’s a lot sooner than everyone anticipated, and no one is jumping for joy over that fact. Yoongi keeps saying how he’s not pleased, but the sooner things get over with, the happier he’ll be. Jungkook can’t disagree that he wants this over.

But if he’s being honest, he has no idea what’s going to happen to him when it is.

Is he going to have to stay in hiding for the rest of his life?

The thought of living in the shadows and drinking nothing but blood, without you by his side, for the rest of forever, makes him sick. He’s been avoiding thinking about what’s happening to him, but he can tell that his time is running out.

The deep red color of his eyes was the first sign for him that he doesn’t have much longer, and now he can’t be in any sunlight without it feeling like it’s scorching him. The dark cloud is looming over his mind, growing bigger as it waits for its time to strike. And once it does, he knows he’s screwed. Jungkook can feel the control of his emotions slipping away, day by day. He can still feel his love for you constantly, but sometimes he can sense an unwanted and uncalled for anger or resentment creeping into his mind.

That’s when he tries to pull away, afraid to be near you when his emotions are so unpredictable. But he’s done his best in not letting you see that side of him. He wants his last moments with you to be happy, so he pretends everything is okay.

That’s when an idea pops into his head and he smiles to himself, planning on asking Seokjin for help when they get home.

~ ~ ~

“They’re home!” Yuri shouts happily, her head poking out of the curtains in the living room. You jump up from the floor where you were cleaning up a mess that Honey had accidentally made, then you run to the front door and fling it open. Running down the steps, you wait until the blue van is fully parked before hurrying over to it. You’re bouncing on your toes while the boys climb out, saying hello to each of them as they make their way inside.

When Jungkook climbs out, you throw your arms around him and hug him. He laughs and wraps his arms around you, picking you up and carrying you to the front porch where he sets you down and hugs you tightly. “I’m okay.” He keeps repeating it to you, his chest aching when he hears your sniffles.

Jungkook pulls back and brushes your hair out of your face, “Don’t cry, y/n. I’m alright, it was just a meeting.” He hates it when you cry, and he doesn’t know how to help you.

You laugh tearfully, “They’re happy tears, Koo. I just missed you a lot and I’m glad you’re back.” Jungkook smiles, giggling when you peck his lips. “Have you guys eaten yet?” He asks as he takes your hand and leads you back inside. You shake your head, “We were just about to make dinner. None of us were very hungry at all today.”

He nods in understanding, then he laughs when he sees Honey charging for him; her tiny legs pumping quickly under her as she runs full speed ahead into his arms.

When everyone is seated at the dinner table, Namjoon decides to fill everyone in on what happened and what the plan is from now on. He doesn’t hesitate and gets straight to the point.

“We’re going through with the plan the day after tomorrow.”

Your heart sinks to your feet and you feel Jungkook put a comforting hand on your thigh. You try to smile at him but end up just looking away and picking at your food as Namjoon continues.

“There’s an abandoned church we’re meeting at. It’s far from here, so there shouldn’t be much risk of danger for you girls. As we’ve decided, Seokjin hyung will be staying with you and if we don’t find any other safe house before we leave, you’ll be staying here.”

Everyone nods, the plan being pretty clear and easy to understand. You fidget anxiously, hating everything about this. You have no desire whatsoever to be involved in the fight, but you also hate staying home and wondering if your friends are alive as you sit in the safety of the living room.

It’s a terrible feeling.

In bed that night, you force yourself to stay where you are. You have an urge to get up and go to Jungkook, to try and talk out your worries and maybe comfort each other, but you don’t want to disturb him when he needs all the rest he can get.

So, you toss and turn until you fall into a restless sleep, the rest of your night filled with nightmares of cold skin, sharp teeth and blood, blood, blood.

~ ~ ~

“I want to take you out today.” Jungkook says shyly, holding your hand sweetly. Breakfast was a few hours ago and it’s nearing lunchtime, the day flying by while you dwell on tomorrow. You smile at him and nod, “Are we going to read, or pick flowers?” You ask, knowing there really aren’t many options for you two these days.

Jungkook smirks and shakes his head, “Neither. Go and get ready and I’ll tell you when it’s time to go.” Then he jumps up and hurries out of the living room. You watch him in amusement, wondering what on earth he’s planning.

When you walk into your room to get dressed, a soft knock sounds on the door a minute after you close it. You walk back over and open it to see Jin smiling at you, holding something behind his back.

“Hey, y/n. Sorry to bother you, but I have something for you.” He says quickly, looking over his shoulder and down the hall to make sure no one is there. You open the door and let him in, closing it behind him.

“What is it?” You ask curiously, trying to see behind his back.

Seokjin smiles brightly, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. “Jungkook is planning something really special, and I found this last week. I thought I’d show it to you and see if you wanted to wear it today.” He pulls a pastel yellow sundress out from behind his back and your eyes light up.

“Oh, it’s so pretty! Thank you Jin, where on earth did you find it?” You take the soft dress, holding it close to your chest.

Jin’s grin widens, “I found it in the attic, in an old chest. It might be a bit big, so I got this as well.” He hands you a brown belt, “Jungkook is really excited, and I felt like maybe you’d like to dress up a little since you never get to these days.”

Your eyes well up at how thoughtful the eldest is, and you give him a quick hug. “Thank you so much, I’ll put it on right away. Will you let me know what you think of it?” You ask happily and Jin nods, still smiling.

He leaves the room while you change into the dress, only coming back in when you call him. He walks in to see you standing there shyly, clasping your hands in front of you. The yellow dress is fairly big on you, but the yellow belt keeps it in place. Your off-white socks and messy hair completely contrasting it, but Jin knows Jungkook will love it.

“You look beautiful, y/n.” Jin looks close to tears as you feel yourself blush and mumble a thank you.

“Ok, let’s get you all ready!” Jin snaps out of his emotional state and hurries over to grab a rag, running into the bathroom and wetting it before giving it to you to wipe your face. As you clean your face as best you can, Jin ties your hair back so it doesn’t fall into your face. When he’s all finished, he takes the rag from you and steps back to admire the work you two did.

He claps his hands slowly, a smug smirk on his face. “We’ve done it. You look great!” You keep thanking him over and over again, then you two hang out in your room and talk until Jin goes to see if Jungkook is done with the preparations yet.

When you walk downstairs to see Jungkook waiting by the door with a big basket in his arms, your heart flutters.

He’s taking you on a picnic.

Jungkook’s eyes widen when he sees you, his lips turning up into a smile. You always look so cute to him, but to see that you wanted to dress up today makes his chest ache from how much he loves you.

“Y/n, you look so beautiful.” He says when you reach him, then he reaches over and caresses your cheek lovingly. “You’re so adorable.” His lips are about to tear from how wide he’s smiling, and your cheeks are blazing from the affection he’s showing.

After pulling on your dirty white sneakers, you follow Jungkook out to the porch. He puts his hood up, “Sorry I can’t hold your hand, I have to carry the basket.” He says sheepishly. You shake your head quickly, “It’s alright, I’m carrying the umbrella, so I’ve got my hands full!” You lift the umbrella to show him, making him chuckle.

“Alrighty, let’s go!”

~ ~ ~

Jungkook takes you to a little pond where there are lots of trees, making lots of shade. Then he kneels on the ground and starts setting the picnic up. “I know you were excited about the picnic that day, but you didn’t get to go. I hope this can make up for it.” Jungkook is busily unfolding the blanket for the ground so he doesn’t see you wipe your eyes, trying not to cry from his kind gesture.

“I love it, Koo. Thank you.”

He smiles to himself, pulling out different foods and telling you which ones he made and which ones Seokjin had to help him with.

Jungkook really went all out.

You two spend the next few hours talking and you complimenting Jungkook on his unexpectedly good cooking skills. He just grins and watches you enjoying the food he made.

“We’ll have to cook together sometime.” He suggests, and you eagerly agree, still stuffing your face with the kimbap he made.

A quick walk around the pond using the umbrella is the last thing you do before laying on the blanket in the shade and closing your eyes.

“This is the best picnic I’ve ever been on.” You say happily, your eyes closed as you breathe in the fresh air. Jungkook looks over at you and smiles, “I’m glad.” He lies next to you.

After you play a quick game of naming the shapes of clouds, you look over and see Jungkook leaning up on his elbow and watching you with hearts in his eyes. You giggle and turn so you’re facing him.

“What are you thinking about, Koo?”

“I have something else for you. But I don’t want to give it to you yet.” He mumbles.

“Is it what you were writing in that notebook a while ago?” You ask curiously and his eyes widen in surprise. “How did you know?”

“Just a lucky guess.” You laugh and lay back down. “I don’t want to wait, I want to see it now.” You pout cutely and he laughs, scooting closer to you.

“I promise I will give it to you after I get home tomorrow.”

You’re about to ask why you have to wait until then, but you realize he wants you to know that he will for sure be coming back, so you just nod. “Sounds like a deal, Koo. You better hold up your end.”

Jungkook nods and scoots until he’s leaning over you, “I promise.” He whispers, then he leans down and kisses you gently, pulling away to look at you before going back in for another kiss. You close your eyes and try to imagine that everything is okay and tomorrow doesn’t exist.

When you hear a small sigh leave Jungkook’s lips you open your eyes to see his eyes welled up with tears. You frown and cup his face, “What’s the matter?”

Jungkook looks like he’s about to lie and say he’s fine, but he just flops down next to you and puts his hands over his face, saying nothing. You sit up and lean over him, “Talk to me, please.”

Jungkook’s voice wavers when he speaks, “It just hurts.”

“What hurts?” Now you’re really worried.

“Just-…I’m not me, and I never will be again…it hurts.”

The despair in his voice makes a few tears slip down your cheeks, and you don’t bother wiping them away. He’s just given you a hint to what’s going on with him, and he’s right. It hurts like a bitch.

Jungkook’s time is running out.

~ ~ ~

“We found another safehouse.”

“What? Where?” Seokjin asks, bewildered at the comment Yoongi spews when he comes rushing into the kitchen later that night.

“It’s actually closer to the church, but it’s well hidden and no one can get in.” Yoongi is breathless as the oldest tells him to sit down and explain things to him in a clear way.

Yoongi sits in a chair and takes a few breaths before explaining, “We found an old shack that was rebuilt and completely covered in metal. There aren’t any windows and a bolt is on the door, so it can’t be opened at all from the outside when locked. We think there used to be weapons stored in there, but now it’s empty. It’s only a few miles from the church, but honestly, it’s so much safer in case things were to go badly. Trees cover it completely and no one could find it easily.”

Seokjin’s eyebrows are set in concentration as he thinks deeply on what the best decision would be. Yoongi speaks again when he sees the hesitation. “We could bring all the medical supplies and you and Sooyoung could have things ready in the chance that one of us gets injured.”

Seokjin nods slowly, agreeing that that would be a good thing to have available, but he still looks doubtful. “You’re positive that it’ll be totally safe? I’m not bringing the girls and especially not Honey into a place that could backfire on us.”

“I would bet my life that it’s safer than here,” Yoongi states firmly.

“Ok then, I guess I’ve got some packing to do.”

~ ~ ~

You rub the sleep from your eyes for the umpteenth time since you woke up this morning as Seokjin gives you a sympathetic look, handing you a box full of bandages. You send him a tired smile and turn to head inside the little shack.

When you reach the door, you trip over the threshold and stumble forward. A hand grabs you before you fall, and you look up to see Jungkook looking at you worriedly. He takes the box from your hands and gives you a look, “What’s going on, y/n? Are you alright?”

You nod and rub your eyes again, “I’m fine. I just didn’t get much sleep last night.” Jungkook looks like he wants to reach over and touch you, wrap his arms around you, but he holds back and just sends you an understanding nod before turning to put the box on the table in the middle of the room.

You frown at how cold he’s been since this morning, it seems like he doesn’t want to touch you at all, when all you want is to wrap yourself in his arms and hold on forever. You’re sure it’s because he’s upset about having to leave later today, and he deals with things differently from you. Jungkook tends to pull away these days and you feel the need to cling to him. You need his love to feel stronger.

You blink your eyes rapidly, trying to cover your tears, then you turn away to keep helping Seokjin unpack the car. It goes on like this for another half hour; unpacking and sorting through everything, putting it all away so you can set up the little cots that were in a closet in the shack.

At one point, you overhear Jungkook and Jin fighting outside, somewhere a little way from the house.

You can’t tell what Jin is saying, but your heart breaks when you hear Jungkook shouting, “I don’t want this! I never wanted this! I wish he killed me instead. I’d rather die than keep living like this!” You think Jin says something like, “You don’t mean that.” Before you turn and go back into the shack, hating that there’s nothing you can do to help him.

Once everything is set up for you guys to stay there tonight, you and Jin sit on the floor; exhausted. Jungkook is outside and Namjoon is in the car going over something with Hoseok. Everyone else stayed at the house, finalizing things for later.

Seokjin touches your arm gently and you look up at him, waiting for him to speak. He clears his throat, “I don’t know if this is any of my business, but I saw how Jungkook has been acting.”

You nod, a sad smile gracing your lips as you look down at your hands. Jin sighs, “He’s not happy about tonight. You know he pulls away when he gets upset, I just hope he realizes that it isn’t going to make things better. Are you okay, y/n?” He asks worriedly.

You hesitate before nodding, “I’m just so tired.”

Seokjin nods sadly, knowing that you mean so much more than not sleeping last night. This tired goes too deep to be blamed on lack of sleep, and Jin can see it clearly.

“Things should look up a little after this is over.” He says encouragingly, and you try your best to believe him, but something in the pit of your stomach tells you that he’s wrong.

The ride back home to get everyone else is silent. You sit on the far left of the back seat and Jungkook sits on the far right, looking out the window with a blank expression. You watch him quietly, knowing he’s only two feet away but feeling like you’re miles apart.

You want to ask him to speak with you, but you don’t even know what to say at this point, so you stay silent and stick to messing with your hands and listening to the older boys’ conversation.

~ ~ ~

“You guys ready?” Yoongi looks over everyone crowded in the tiny shack after you’re all gathered there later in the day. Honey watches curiously from one of the cots, not understanding what’s going on or why Hobi has been saying goodbye to her.

“We need to get going if we’re going to get there before the vamps.” Namjoon says, a sad look on his face.

You say your goodbyes to everyone but Jungkook, who’s been sitting on a cot and not speaking for hours. You’re screaming at him on the inside, begging him to at least say goodbye before he leaves. You’re not sure what this day is going to hold, and that makes you sick with fear. When Jungkook is like this, it makes it even worse.

When Jungkook stands up and moves to the door you’re hopeful for a minute that he might be coming to speak with you, but then he passes you by and leaves out the front door, not a single word spoken. Everyone follows the small group outside, waving as they climb into the blue van. You can’t stand to see Jungkook ignore you anymore, so you silently wish him luck and turn to go inside before the car drives away. But before you can get very far, a grip on your arm pulls you back and you feel strong arms encase you gently.

Your heart aches painfully as you turn and bury your face into Jungkook’s chest. He tucks his head in your neck, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He keeps repeating himself, and you’re not even sure if he’s just talking about giving you the cold shoulder today or if there’s something else on his mind.

“You promised to give me my present when you get back. Don’t break your promise.” You cry into his chest, feeling his arms tighten around you as he nods. Jungkook pulls away enough to look at your face, then he leans down and kisses you, pulling away before kissing you again. He keeps pecking your lips until you giggle. Only then does he pull away for the last time and smile at you, “Stay safe, little flower.”

“You too, Koo.”

“I will…I love you.” Jungkook whispers, feeling bad for not saying it earlier. You smile, warming his chest, “I love you, too.”

When Yoongi calls to Jungkook to hurry up, he frowns, then he kisses your lips once more. “See you later, baby.”

You wave to him as he climbs into the car and shuts the door, then you watch the car drive away with a sinking feeling in your stomach, sensing that something is terribly wrong.

~ ~ ~

It’s been a few hours since they left, and you’re sitting in the same spot on the floor, trying to concentrate on the game that you and Honey have been playing. You made little dolls out of pinecones and a few of Jin’s bandages for clothes, and Honey has been having the time of her life, finally being distracted from the fact that Hoseok is gone. The little girl had cried for a good hour when they first left, asking where ‘good boy Hobi’ went.

She’s content now, with her pinecone doll and munching on a carrot that Seokjin gave her. Yuri comes over and takes the make-shift doll out of your hand gently, telling you to go and get some fresh air while she plays with Honey. You get up and step outside, finding Seokjin sitting outside the door, his brows furrowed as he stares into the forest.

You look at the tire tracks from a few hours earlier and bite your bottom lip.

“How far is the church?” You ask suddenly, surprising Jin. He turns and looks at you, “It’s about nine kilometers from here, why?” Then he squints at you in suspicion.

“Y/n, no.” He looks at you in disbelief.

You look back at him, “I feel like something is wrong.”

“You can’t, y/n. It’s going to be dangerous, yes. But there will be a lot of Hunters to fight alongside the boys. There’s nothing that you can do to make it better.” The tone of his voice is firm and full of worry. You nod reluctantly, knowing he’s right.

Jin pats the ground next to him, signaling for you to take a seat. You sit down and will your tears not to overflow.

“They’ll be okay.”

You’re not sure if Seokjin is trying to convince you or himself, but you don’t think it’s working either way.

You sit in silence until Seokjin announces that he’s going inside. You tell him you’re going to be out here for a while, so he agrees to come and check on you in a while if you don’t come in eventually. You look back at the forest, your mind spinning with anxiety. The sky has dark clouds starting to close in and the sun is going to start setting soon.

You wonder how long it’s going to take, and if it’ll be easier or harder than they anticipated. Your brain won’t stop going around in circles. After a while, you stand up and look back at the door. It’s closed and everyone is still inside.

Don’t be stupid, y/n.

You bite your lip, puffing out an anxious breath.

What do I do?

Not whatever you’re thinking, that’s for sure.

Before you even have time to think about it clearly, your feet are taking off, following the tracks of the car as you run as fast as you can.

~ ~ ~

An asthma attack started long ago, but you keep running, willing your legs to go faster and not to give up yet. A few times you slow to a jog, and then to a brisk walk before running again. The tracks of the car were fairly noticeable up until a little while ago, so you’ve just been running in the direction they last pointed, praying that they didn’t make any turns.

By the time your lungs feel like they’re dried up and shriveled and you can barely stand the thought of taking another step, you see the church in the distance, across a giant field. You breathe a sigh of relief and hurry towards it, noting how fast the sun is going down.

Soon this field will be swarmed with vampires.

That thought makes you run faster, tripping over your own two feet as you charge towards the abandoned church.

Please don’t let this be a mistake.

Please, oh please.

When you finally reach the church, you could cry from relief. The old parking lot is empty, of course they wouldn’t be parking their cars here. It’s so deadly silent that the hairs on the back of your neck stand to attention. You creep towards the church door, grabbing the handle and pulling on it as hard as you can.

The door creaks open and you slip inside, almost immediately bumping into a hard back. The man you ran into turns around, his eyebrows widening at the sight of you before he smiles. “You’re just on time little lady, the sun’s going down.” When he sees the fear on your face, he furrows his brows, “You’re a Hunter, aren’t you?” He asks.

You quickly nod your head, then your stomach pinches with anxiety at his next words.

“Well, we need to go and hide now. They’ll be here any minute now.”

Fuck.

You didn’t think this through.

Why are you so reckless??

The man leads you into the main part of the church where old and broken pews line up and down the room. As you’re walking down an aisle, you whisper to the man, “Have you seen anyone named Jungkook? Or Yoongi? Maybe Namjoon?”

“Ah, Joon? Yeah He’s in the choir loft.” The man turns and points at a little loft above you at the back of the church. Your heart lifts in your chest, some luck at last!

You thank the man before hurrying towards the back again to find a way up to where the boys must be hiding. You’re impressed at how quiet hundreds of Hunters can be and how well they can hide in here. When you reach the back and see a little stairwell, you run over and start to climb the steps. Just then, the church door bangs open and you here someone laughing loudly, a sneering voice saying something about the irony of the meeting place.

Vampires.

They’re already here.

You lay flat on your stomach so they can’t see you if they turn your way, then you crawl up the stairs as quiet as you can. You reach a small door and slip through it. Right when you walk into the loft, a hand reaches out and grabs your elbow, yanking you into a tiny alcove.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” A voice whispers harshly in your ear.

Jungkook.

The vampire pulls you closer into him, his chest heaving with angry breaths. You can tell he’s pissed, but you don’t know how to explain your reasoning for why you came. Jungkook roughly pushes you behind him so that you’re pinned between him and the wall, then he looks out, checking the area before turning back to you. He’s glaring at you angrily, “I swear y/n, what the fuck are you doing?”

Taehyung’s head pops up from behind a piano that’s a few feet away and he puts a finger to his lips, telling Jungkook to be quiet. Jungkook flips him off, making Tae roll his eyes before ducking behind the piano again.

You put your mouth to Jungkook’s ear and whisper, “I was scared, something felt wrong.” Jungkook doesn’t answer you, too upset that you’re here. He wants to send you back, but he knows it’s too late now. When Namjoon stands up from behind a little pew in the choir loft and signals to Jungkook, the vampire turns to you.

“Don’t move from this spot. Please, just listen to me.” His eyes have softened, and you nod, feeling guilty for becoming a burden in this situation. You just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Jungkook gently pushes you to the ground to sit in the hidden alcove, dragging his fingers through your hair comfortingly before creeping out into the open and following the others to wait by the choir loft door.

Your breath sounds so loud to you in the dead silence. Then it starts getting louder as the vampires must be filling up the church downstairs, sitting in the pews and milling around. After what feels like an eternity, you hear the little door open and the boys leave. Now you’re alone, and terrified.

Why did you come?

It was just stupid worry, nothing serious.

You hate that you made such a rash decision.

Then, as if a bomb suddenly went off, the entire place is in an uproar. Screams pierce the air instantly when the fighting begins, and you push yourself further into the wall. The Hunters really must have taken the vampires by surprise.

You clasp your hands and close your eyes, hoping for it to be over as soon as possible. Jungkook told you that there were hundreds of Hunters, and if the plan worked, most of the vampires should be here, which means hundreds of vampires too.

Please, please, please.

“Y/n?”

Your eyes pop open at the sound of his voice and your head shoots up to see Seungwook standing above you.

What the fuck is he doing here?

“Seungwook, why are you-“

“Y/n, I’m so glad you’re okay.” Seungwook kneels down next to you, smiling broadly. The commotion downstairs hasn’t subsided, but he doesn’t seem to notice it. “So, you decided to join the Hunters? I’m glad. You made the right choice.”

“What-…no, I-“

Then the door to the choir loft bursts open and people start swarming in. Vampires and men, practically clawing at each other at this point, some trying to run and others giving chase. Seungwook drags you to your feet and screams at you to run. Then he turns and starts firing his gun, the noise deafening as he hits every single vampire he aims at without missing a beat.

You take off, pushing through the frantic crowd and running down the stairs, tripping on the last step and sprawling onto the floor. You wince and try to stand up, only to be grabbed by a random Hunter and yanked to your feet.

He pushes you away from him roughly and you start running again, not sure where to go.

“Y/n! Y/n!”

You turn at the sound of Jungkook’s voice, seeing his eyes wide with fear that you’re in the throng of the fight. He’s pushing past men and vampires, struggling to get to you. When he reaches you, he grips your arm harshly, dragging you into the main church hall and sprinting down the aisles of pews, towards a back door.

Jungkook throws the door open and shoves you out into the cold night air, where still more vampires and Hunters fight desperately for their lives. “Come on!” He shouts over the noise of the fighting, still dragging you behind him. You see an old barn up ahead and you can tell that’s where Jungkook is heading.

When you make it inside, there are still more vampires and Hunters; it’s never ending. Jungkook curses loudly, not having much of a choice now but to stay here. He shoves you behind him right when a vampire lunges for you. Jungkook meets him halfway, wrestling with the stocky vampire for a minute before he snaps its neck, then plunges a silver knife into its neck and shoves the limp body to the floor.

Your heart is racing in your chest, not knowing what to do. That’s when you see Seungwook run into the barn, and when he notices Jungkook with you, his gaze turns murderous, making your stomach sink to the floor.

You never really had great plans organized ahead of time. This time; you don’t have to. The second you see Seungwook raise his gun and aim, you know his target is Jungkook.

You know that if that silver bullet hits his heart, he’ll die in under a minute.

You know all of that…and you know what you’re going to do.

Everything slows down, the screams, slashing and clashing of metal on metal, as vampires and humans fight with everything in them, become muted background static. It feels like you’re moving through syrup when you turn your head to see Jungkook’s back facing you; having shoved you behind him to keep you where he knows you’re safe. Your head turns back to the other side, slowly, inch by inch and you see your old friend again. He cocks his gun, shifts a bit to ensure he keeps his record of never missing, clean. His finger pulls the trigger torturously slow. You freeze in your spot, fear planting a seed in your heart and causing you to hesitate.

Then the battle is gone, all the blood and terrorized screams come to a pause while different images flash before your eyes:

Jungkook; crying silently on the couch before you find him. He looks up and you see the tear streaks, his deep red eyes reflecting pain and regret. “Jungkook-“ you breathe out before he cuts you off. “Y/n, I don’t want this. Y/n, I want to be a human again. I don’t want to die a monster.”

“Jungkook, you won’t die, and you’re not a monster.”

You blink in shock at the sudden memory as another pushes its way into your mind.

Lying in Jungkook’s bed with him after he refused to drink blood and collapsed. Jungkook’s arms encircle you as he whispers, “I’m too far gone if I don’t do this. For all I know, I’m too far gone anyway.” His voice cracks and you feel a tear slip down your cheek at his words. “But I need to do this, because if I die…I don’t want to die a monster.”

Your vision comes back, but you still hear his voice in your head, ringing and bouncing throughout your mind as the voices of the others join in.

“I don’t want this! I never wanted this! I wish he killed me instead. I would rather die than keep living like this!”

“P-please stay with me, y/n. I’m scared to be alone.”

“The vampire had him for too long, none of his old self is left.”

“I have to believe that he’s still in there somewhere, I have to.”

“When you’re with me. I feel human again.”

“Jungkook turned because he came back to save me, and now he’s worse off than the rest of us. It isn’t fair.”

“I hate everything that I am.”

“I’m not me, and I never will be again. It hurts.”

“Jungkook was always the shy one, but he had the biggest heart.”

“I don’t want to die a monster.”

One last vision clouds your sight as you stand frozen in your place.

The thunder sounds outside the abandoned hospital and your body trembles, fear coursing through you. Jungkook holds you in his lap, hugging you tightly.

“I’ve got you, little flower…don’t worry…don’t be scared, I love you.”

“I don’t want to die a monster...”

You won’t…

I’m not scared anymore, Kookie.

“I love you too, Jungkook.” With those words tumbling from your lips, you throw yourself forward, wrapping your arms around Jungkook’s waist and holding on for dear life.

Sorry Seungwook, not this time.

Before his brain can register why you’ve attached yourself to him so desperately, a loud shot rings out and Jungkook’s stomach lurches when he feels your arms tighten around him.

Jungkook looks down and sees your small hands clutching to the front of his shirt, knuckles white. He stares at them for a moment, shock still coursing through his body, before he turns and catches you when you start to fall.

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nelly-boo · 3 years

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Bts | One of your special moments with them (Hyung line)

Namjoon

- the pain you felt was unbearable, and you felt like giving up any second. but you couldn't, you kept pushing. namjoon was right beside you, giving you the praising words and kiss on the hand every once in a while. and finally, the sound of a baby's cries filled the room. your baby. your and namjoon's baby. the nurse approached you, putting the baby on your chest, with the words that that way baby could connect with the mother better. it's almost like you forgot about your husband, who was observing the situation in front of him. his eyes pictured yours, clear look in its appearance, the feeling like hurting into tears any moment. you raised your left hand toward him, pulling him closer to you. he kissed your hand, and then left a massive kiss on the top of your head. "she's so tiny", he whispered. the look of pure happiness could be seen on his face. you smiled "yeah, and she's ours." at that moments you realised that that was everything you could ever ask for.

Seokjin

- you got a message from your boyfriend Jin that he's taking you out on a date, so you tried your best to be ready on time, because he almost always complains about you taking too long to get ready, even if it's just a joke. and you heard the bell soon enough. in front of the door stood your boyfriend, in all his handsomeness and glory, holding some flowers in his hands. you pulled him in a quick kiss as he handed you the flowers. he gestured for you to spin a little in your place so he could take a better look of your outfit. "wow babe, that spring dress looks amazing on you." and that day you guys had spent riding a bikes that Jin had rented for the day, having a picnic on some quiet field with food that he personally prepared, and with lots of laugher and affection.

Yoongi

- since the boys came home earlier from the practice, they invited you to come to their place, so you guys could spent some time together. you rang the bell, and the first one to approach you was Yoongi. he gave you a small smile and a "hello" as he let you come inside. the boys were just having dinner and asked if you wanted some. you not really being hungry said that you would wait for them to finish, as you would be on the balcony for a little. you were sitting on one of the chairs, lost in your thought as you observing the nature, that it started you as you felt something soft being put on your back. it seems like your scaredy reaction caught off of guard Yoongi too, as he backed up a little. "relax, it's just me. i brought you a blanket, it's a little breezy here." you have him a thankfull smile. "thank you." he sat beside you and there was a silence for a couple of moments, before the had spoken again. "ah, right. i brought you some hot chocolate. drink it while it's still hot." you swore to God that you feel nothing for Yoongi, but just a friendship, but little things like this that he does for you really make your heart skip a few beats. "hey, you two. stop being lovey-dovey and come inside, were going to play monopoly", Jungkook yelled, and you swear you could sense just how embarrassed Yoongi has gotten in that moment, which made your heart smile for some reason.

Hoseok

- your peaceful sleep was ruined by a sudden light. the head was killing you, some sharp pain being there. you nervously opened your eyes, not knowing if you're being more annoyed by the light or the headache. the room was slightly cold, but your right hand remained warm. you looked up at your side only to see hoseok, in a sitting position on the floor with his head close to your shoulder, clearly in a deep sleep. that's when you realised you were on the couch, in your clothes from the hangover, and that's when the memories from the last night started to come in. you and hoseok were still in the fresh phase of the relationship, so you felt embarrassed that you let yourself so drunk in front of him that you couldn't remember the time when you came home. he was by your side, sleeping, and holding your hand. your heart started to beat faster as you tried to feel his touch on your hand even more. not taking your hand out of his, you turned on your side, taking a chance to observe him, for the first time in this peaceful state beside you, because God knows when you're getting the chance to wake up beside him again. he was so beautiful, so calm, and so yours that you couldn't understand what you ever did to deserve someone like him. you couldn't help it, you wanted to touch him more, your other hand going to the right cheek of his face. You both got so startled of each other, he because of your touch and the sudden awakening, and you because of his sudden awakening and being afraid because he caught you drooling all over him. It was like an awkward staring competition while each of you proceeded what just happened. Hoseok was the first one to break the awkwardness but giving you a 'good morning' with a big sunshine smile of his, that if that light woke you up this morning you wouldn't mind that at all.

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kmindset · 4 years

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Grief & Hybrids: Three

❧ synopsis. Ready to begin healing from the death of your boyfriend, you become a volunteer at the local hybrid home. When you catch the attention of seven hybrids you begin to open your heart again. But are you ready to move on?

⁣❧ pairing. hybrid!ot7 x reader

❧ word count. 1.5k

⁣❧ warnings. Mentions of traumatic event, Sexual Language, Strong Language, mentions of death

⁣⁣ 𝒶𝑜𝟥 ❦ 𝓀𝓂 𝒹𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒸𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 ❦ 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑜𝑜𝓃

Sorry it’s short but I wanted to release something as it has been a while Reposting with the new format.

Problem number one: Your car is a five-seater.

Instead of speaking to the curious hybrids, the main priority is finding someone to help bring them home.

“Barbara!” You catch her organizing the large stack of leftover pamphlets. “I have a dilemma. Could you help me? My car isn’t big enough for all of them.”

“I didn’t drive today but my son is coming to take me home. He probably won’t mind helping out.”

You gave a grateful nod and went to speak with another volunteer.

“This isn’t going to end well.”

“Having a home is good enough for me.”

“She can barely look at us.”

“Roof over our heads.”

“She must hate us.”

“No smoke inhalation.”

“Whatever.”

You didn’t have any words. There were many things you know you should have said but instead, you depended on the radio to fill in the silence. The ten-minute ride wasn’t too bad though. The three most familiar were quick to jump in your car, a tall doe-eyed boy being dragged along by Taehyung. The feline from Alana’s bed, Yoongi, didn’t seem like he wanted to talk. The three in the back however only lasted about two minutes before whispering excitedly to each other. You made eye contact with them a few times through the rearview mirror.

“They’re going to be a handful,” Yoongi muttered with a chuckle, his gaze never leaving the window. You were sure only you heard him as the three were in their own world.

You believed Yoongi. And there were still three others.

Once you reached the house, the demeanor of the three shifted back to tense and unsure.

“My goodness _______!” Barbara was staring in awe at your home. Her son and the others were behind her.

“I didn’t expect any of this so it may be a little messy. Follow me.” You led everyone into the house. The spacious front room was basically untouched. The large tv was dusty. The fruit on the table would have surely been rotten if it wasn’t wax. Completely untouched. Most of the time you were curled up in bed jumping between every streaming service. The TV in your bedroom was probably the main thing your electric bill was spent on these days.

“Since you’re here you could follow me while I give them the tour. You would be the one doing most inspections anyway right?”

From the way she appeared to be in love with your home, it didn’t take much to convince her. You led everyone down the stairs. A large area in the middle was lined with doors.

“The one straight ahead is my room. The others are free for you all to claim. Every room has an en suite bathroom. The hall to the left leads to the library. There is also an entrance from the upstairs as it is two stories. The hall to the right leads to the theater and game rooms .” Everyone was shocked even the ones that hadn’t spoken. The tour continued with the upstairs. Your office, the kitchen, the living room, and the top library entrance.

“My word! This is wonderful. I was curious as to how you would fit all eight of you if your car couldn’t but this is more than enough.”

You shifted on your feet. “I suppose it is a good reason to upgrade to a van.”

“You may need a church bus darling.” she joked. You chuckled some as she and her son began walking to the door. You gave multiple thanks for helping you out before finally being left with the men again. This time was much different though.

“I CALL THE ROOM NEXT TO HER!” Taehyung blurted. Your face turned red.

“I CALL THE ROOM WITH TAE!” Jimin yelled next before the two took off.

“Hey stop running!” The one with brown hair yelled as he chased behind them. The broad shoulder one followed close behind as well as the one with the sunny smile.

“I’m assuming the gravity of your decision is now hitting you.” You jumped as you hadn’t realized Yoongi was still there. He walked away behind the rest before you could respond. “I call the room on the other side of you.”

Again your cheeks burned with a sort of embarrassed tinge.

It was finally settled. Jimin, Taehyung, and the koala, Jungkook, who are the maknaes you found out, would room together. Yoongi and Hoseok, then Jin and Namjoon.

There was an extra room but no bed yet. Depending on how the arrangement worked out you would invest in more furniture. That thought made you stop. That was a long term plan. Were you planning on letting them stay?

It was too early for even a second of that thought. Luckily the hybrids that were excitedly exploring outside your bedroom door brought your thoughts back to the present. The sounds of feet going back and forth made you wonder what they were up to. A quick glance at the clock which showed 1:50 am brought the day’s fatigue down all at once. Before you knew it, you were engulfed in something familiar. Your theatre. You were standing in front of the door, the smell of smoke becoming almost insufferable.

“D-Darling? Darling, what is that smell?”

Flinging the door open, the smell hits you almost as hard as the flames burning angry orange before your eyes. The sound of his puppy-like cries urge you forward. The fire grows looking like skyscrapers of flames.

“Where are you?? Darling?”

A broken cry of your name startles you. The iron-like grip of hand stopping your movement and the dream at once.

You shoot up. For a moment not registering the soft sheets you are tangled in or the sweat from every part of your body. Nor the hybrid pulling you close at the sound of your horrified breaths.

The familiar feel of comforting licks startles you right off the bed. “It’s only a dream. It’s only a dream. Please-” Your hushed and scared whispers cease as gentle hands grab your wrists.

Eyes watering, you look at the person in front of you. It is not him but only

“-Jimin. R-Remember?” The empathetic eyes looking back at you remind you of the present. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I couldn’t sleep but I could hear you from the other room. It sounded like you were having a nightmare. I-I just wanted to make you feel bett-”

Before he could finish, you were scrambling to your feet. “It’s alright Jimin.”

You quickly left the room. Unsure of where you were going, it was no surprise to find yourself heading toward the kitchen. Almost at the archway, you paused. One more careful step you were in the room you used to spend large amounts of time in. Something stopped you again.

A figure snacking in the dark. This was no moment for socializing.

But his ears perked up and he called your name.

“I was too hungry to wait until morning but too shy to come ask.” He chuckled. The inquisitive look on your face must have shown more than you wanted to as he spoke again. “Seokjin. Or just Jin.”

You attempted to sputter something like an excuse but he only chuckled again. “ It’s fine. We’ve never spoken so I can understand you not remembering. It’s a shame though, my face should elicit a better reaction.” A shameless grin was on his full lips as he took another bite of the leftover chicken. After a moment of silence, he pats the seat next to him.

Reluctantly, you take a seat. No words come to mind so you take to examining the profile of your new tenant.

“Alpaca and fox.”

“Huh?”

“Double hybrid. Alpaca and Red Fox. Twice as special and three times as handsome.” He picked up a wing and took a big bite making a satisfied noise. “Wow, I’ve never had chicken this good.”

The unintentional praise turns your cheeks pink.

“The food at home is ok but nothing like this. Well, there was one day a few weeks back but-”

“Would you like any tteokbokki?”

His perked up. You took that positively.

A few minutes later, a small thing of microwave tteokbokki is already being devoured by his eyes.

“Go ahead.” you encourage.

He digs in with no more hesitation.

Between the food, he manages a good look at you. He could smell the uncertainty and hint of fear before you even sat down. Like Jimin, he heard your distress but was less comfortable in entering your room. The scent coming from you was much calmer. He was even pleased to see a tiny smile on your face. He was curious about you. The surprisingly good* food in your fridge, the surprise gesture that allowed them a home, no matter how temporary, and especially the trauma he always noticed behind your eyes. Even in the shelter, passing you while offering a friendly smile, he could see it. Something about hybrids makes an unmistakable pain wash over you in contrast to the slight pride he could sense at that moment. It was apparent and heartbreaking.

But right now was nice. He stayed quiet.

He could handle unanswered questions if you continued smiling.

#poly bts #hybrid bts #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts angst #poly!bts

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apriorisea · 4 years

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BTS Imagine: When You’re Sick - Namjoon

You stumble out of the bathroom, your robe hanging off one shoulder, and find Namjoon waiting just outside, his hair still messy from sleep. “Oh,” you say through your stuffed nose. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were up.”

He smiles and leans down to kiss the top of your head. “It’s okay,” he says. He frowns as he feels how hot your skin is still. Reaching out to resettle your robe, he slides his hand down your arm to intertwine his fingers with yours. “You need to get back in bed.” You let him pull you back to the bed, grabbing another tissue from the nearly-empty box on your way. “I know.” Glancing at the clock, you grimace. “I didn’t realize it was that late,” you say. “Sorry!” Pulling the blanket over you again, he leans down and kisses your cheek. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll get you more medicine after I’m ready, ok?” You nod, scrunching down further in the bed and pressing the tissue to your red and raw nose. “Thanks, Joonie.” Tipping your head back against the headboard, you watch him gather his clothes from the chair in the corner. Smiling faintly, you clear your throat painfully. “I love when you wear that shirt,” you say drowsily. “It looks so good on you.” This draws a soft laugh from him. “I’m wearing it just for you.” You want to make another, vaguely-flirty comment, but your head feels so heavy, so instead you just giggle and sniffle into your tissue again. “Just rest, baby.” His smile fades at your poor condition. While he gets ready for the day you turn on the TV, wanting the noise more than the entertainment. Rolling onto your side, you reach for the stuffed penguin he had brought home for you yesterday, and cuddle it against you. Smiling faintly, you think back to last night, when Namjoon had crashed into the apartment at 6:31pm exactly. He had almost forgotten to take off his shoes in his rush to check on you, but after he’d made sure you were okay, he’d gone back for the mountain of bags he’d left by the front door. Tissues, medicine, orange juice---and there, underneath them all, the giant stuffed penguin. He’d set it gently next to you with the promise that it would help you feel better. Now, squeezing it tight, you had to admit he might have been a little bit right. He steps out of the bathroom and the smell of his cologne washes over you. Working at the clasp of his watch, he glances at you. “Painkiller and cough medicine? What did you think of that herbal stuff I brought you last night?” You shrug, rolling over to look at him and bringing the penguin with you. “I don’t know. It didn’t make it worse, I guess?” “Okay. We’ll try something else,” he says distractedly. When he finally gets the watch clasp fixed, he looks up at you---and smiles. “Is that penguin cuddly enough?” You squeeze it tight again. “Perfectly cuddly, thanks babe.” He stops by the bed quickly to kiss the side of your head. “I’ll be right back,” he says softly. He’s only gone for a minute, but when he comes back he has more with him than you expected. He dumps the bottles on the foot of the bed and sits next to you, sorting through them carefully. “Painkiller,” he lists. “Cough medicine...Decongestant?” When you nod miserably, he adds the pills to the pile in his hand. “And then there’s this vitamin supplement I think you should try. It’s supposed to taste like cherries!” You make a face at his over-enthusiasm. “That means it’s going to taste disgusting.” “Think positively,” he reminds with a smile. “Okay, here: take these.” Once you’ve swallowed down the pile of medications, he tucks you back into bed and settles the stuffed penguin back in your arms. “Now look here, Mr. Penguin---” “Waddles,” you correct faintly. When he raises an eyebrow you cuddle the stuffed animal against your cheek. “His name is Waddles.” He tries to cover his laugh, but fails. Grinning at your pretend-pout, he leans down to kiss the tip of your nose. “Okay, okay, my bad, baby: Waddles.” Redirecting his attention back to the penguin, he grows stern again. “Now look here, Waddles: you look after my girl, you hear me? Don’t leave her side, don’t let her get up and do too much, and make sure she is always cuddled.” He looks back at you. “Until I get home and can cuddle her all night.” You smile. “I don’t know, Joonie....” you tease. “Waddles might be a better cuddler than you.” “All due respect to Waddles,” he says, leaning in again, “But no one’s better at snuggling my baby than me.” He kisses your lips softly, then pulls back and kisses your forehead. “Rest today, ok? Get some sleep, relax....I’ll be home as soon as possible, I promise.” Already missing him, you reach for his hand and nod. “Don’t worry---Waddles will keep me company until you get home. Work hard today, okay? I love you.” He squeezes your fingers. “Love you too, babe. I’ll text you in an hour.” With a final smile, he leaves, and you cuddle Waddles the Penguin once again.

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When there’s no text at exactly 5pm, you feel only surprise---starting at 8am, Namjoon had texted you on the hour, every hour, making sure you were taking care of yourself, that you were resting, that you had taken your medicine, that you were okay. At 5:05pm, you start wondering what he’s working on, hoping it’s something good. At 5:10 you can’t help but feel a little worried. So when the apartment door slams open at 5:15pm, at least one of your questions is answered. Settling back against the pillows, you listen to him take off his shoes, lock the door, and hurry down the hallway. “Hi babe,” he says breathlessly. “You okay?” “Joon.” You look at the clock. “You’re early!” Most days you wouldn’t see him home until at least 10pm, sometimes later when he’s super busy, but before 6pm? It was almost unheard of. “Is everything okay?” “Are you okay?” he asks again, and for the first time you notice that he’s carrying something big, soft, and plushy under one arm. “Yes,” you say, brushing it aside. “I mean, I still can’t get rid of this head-cold, but I’m fine. Are you okay?” He comes closer, settling a plastic bag at the foot of your bed before coming to kiss you. “Yes, I’m just fine. Worried about you,” he admits, pressing his cheek against your forehead. “Your fever’s still there...” “I’ll be okay.” You reach up to kiss his cheek, then look pointedly at the thing under his arm. “What’s that?” Smiling a little shyly, he produces a stuffed otter, holding it up for your inspection. “I thought you and Waddles could use another friend. Another sick-day-cuddle-buddy.” “Oh!” You reach out for the otter, feeling like your face would crack from how big you were smiling. “This is so cute! Babe! I love it!” He’s smiling, clearly pleased with your reaction. “Are you going to name it, too?” “It?” you scoff. “She is clearly a she otter.” You bring the otter up to “kiss” his cheek. “I think her name is Eleanor.” He doesn’t question it. “Don’t get the wrong idea,” he warns the otter. “I’m here for one girl and one girl only.” Grinning, you reach up to fix a strand of his hair. “Oh? Would that be me?” “You know it, babe.” He kisses your forehead. “So I think it’s time for you to prove your superior cuddling skills,” you say with a smile. “Otherwise, Waddles might just edge ahead...” He groans. “Hold on just a second longer,” he begs with a smile. “First...” He reaches for the plastic bag and produces another box of tissues, the fancy kind that costs extra, the kind you had promised him you didn’t need, the kind he insisted on buying more of, because “only the best for my babygirl.” Making a face, you take the box. “Thank you,” you say, meeting his eye playfully. “I also got this.” He produces another bottle of herbal medicine. “One of the guys at work said that it works better than any over-the-counter drug you can find.” “Oh?” You study the bottle and sniffle. “I guess I’ll try anything.” The light-hearted atmosphere fades at your sore voice and he softly brushes your hair out of your face. “I’m sorry you still don’t feel good, love. Maybe tomorrow we should go see the doctor again?” You shake your head. “No, it’s just a head-cold. I’ll be fine soon.” You smile up at him. “Can we snuggle now?” Some of his seriousness fades. “Of course. Are you hungry? I was thinking about making soup...” After dinner, he coaxes you into a warm shower that leaves you feeling a little better, then the two of you climb into bed for an early night. He wraps his arms around you and you rest your head on his chest while he rubs your back softly. It isn’t very long before you start to feel drowsy, a result of the combined influence of the medication and how comfortable you feel with him near. As you let your eyes close, you murmur, “Okay...for right now, you still beat Waddles.” You can feel his laugh vibrate through his body. “Thank goodness,” he says, kissing the top of your head. “I was really worried about that one.”

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The next day, 30 minutes after your 10am check-in text from Namjoon, you get another text---this time from Seokjin: Are you still sick??? Swallowing back another cough, you answer: Yes. I can’t get rid of this head-cold. JIN: We need to get you better---NOW. You: I agree, but why the urgency? JIN: Namjoon is basically useless today. He’s worrying so much that he’s not getting anything done. You frown, re-reading his message a few times to make sure you understood it correctly. Really? I’m sorry... His answer comes quickly: I’m only teasing, don’t feel sorry. We really do all want you to be better, but we’re also considering sending him home early today... You only feel a tiny bit guilty for how much you want that to happen. I’m sure I’ll be better by tomorrow!! JIN: I hope so! Anyway, I’m going to send him home at lunch. Ok? You: Definitely okay. JIN: <3<3<3 It’s 12:32pm when you hear the door to the apartment swing open again. Sitting up, you wait for him eagerly. When he appears in the doorway, he has another stuffed thing under arm and another bag of medicine for you to try. “Hey babe. How are you feeling?” “I’m okay, Joonie. I hear you got kicked out of work?” you tease. He sighs and comes to sit on the edge of the bed. “I don’t blame them, but I’m also not really sorry...” He strokes the side of your face softly. “All I can think about is you.” “Namjoon,” you sigh, reaching up to catch his hand. “It’s not like I’ve got the plague. It’s just a cold. I’m okay. I promise.” “I know, I know.” Looking to change the topic, your gaze goes to the plushy under his arm. “Is that another stuffed animal?” The smile crosses his face automatically. “Maybe...” You laugh. “Am I going to get a stuffed animal every day I’m sick??” “Maybe. Is that a problem?” “Not at all.” Giving you a look, he produces the newest member of your cuddle-buddy-family. “Is that...” You study it for a moment. “Is that a platypus??” “Yep.” He looks pleased with himself again. You laugh so hard you give yourself a cough-attack, but when you finally calm down, you lean forward and kiss him quickly. “I love it. I love it so much.” You hug the platypus to your chest, grinning from ear-to-ear. “But you know, the problem is that I might never want to get better,” you add faux-seriously. “If I get a new plushy everyday I’m sick....” A flicker of concern crosses his face and he gently strokes his thumb across your cheek. “Babe, I promise you: if you get better, I’ll buy you as many plushies as you want.” Catching his worried tone, you turn your smile on him. “Sounds good,” you say, squeezing his leg to pull him out of his thoughts. “So...” he says after a moment. “What’s this one’s name? Something strange? A little edgy?” “Like what?” “I don’t know,” he laughs. “Zanzibar or Bibble or something?” You laugh with him. “Bibble?” You cough a few more times, then shake your head seriously. “Nope. I have the perfect name for him.” “Oh?” “Bill.” This catches him so off-guard that his laugh is bright and wild. “Bill,” he repeats. “Okay. I can handle that.” “You sure?” you ask, clearing your throat. “Oh yeah. Bill isn’t as much a threat as Waddles.” You snuggle your face against the soft “fur” of the platypus. “I wouldn’t be too sure about that...” He smiles at you fondly. “Well, unfortunately for both Waddles and Bill, I have nothing to do but cuddle for the rest of the day.” You grin. “While Waddles and Bill aren’t thrilled to hear that, I most definitely am.” Climbing onto the bed, he gathers you into his arms, “accidentally” squishing Bill a little in the process. Happily surrounded by him, you kiss his chin. “I love you, Namjoon. I promise I’ll be better tomorrow.” “Love you more, babe,” he says, pressing a few soft kisses over your face. “I just want you to feel better. Don’t worry about anything else.” Twisting a little in his arms, you gather your three stuffed animal friends and tuck them around the both of you. “There,” you say playfully. “Everyone’s settled. Now I have no excuse not to get better, right??” Hugging you tight to him, he nods against your hair. “That’s right. Between me, Waddles, Eleanor, and Bill, you’re definitely going to feel better soon.”

#bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts clean imagines #bts #non-smut #bts fluffy imagines #fluffy #bts imagine namjoon #namjoon #RM

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youarejesting · 5 years

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BTS Reactions: 07 Singing/Rapping/Dancing

[MASTERLIST] Requests open!

Ever your jester.

Seokjin: Lover - Taylor Swift

Jin had never heard you sing before not even for his birthday. He knew you were too shy and he thought it was cute. Occasionally he would hear you hum a sweet melody and he would quietly listen loving the sound of your voice. But you were in a particularly good mood, quietly watching you shake your hips while making pancakes.

Your voice was soft and sweet it was unlike your speaking voice which was a little deeper. The sound had control and you sang with ease forgetting your boyfriend was an international pop star. But it had been a while since you had sang anything, and the song on the radio was too enticing not to sing along to.

‘Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home You're my, my, my, my lover’

Jin leaned on the fridge and closed his eyes. To Jin your voice was like the first bite of a strawberry it was sweet and refreshing. He left his phone on top of the fridge to record the beautiful sound while he stepped out of the room so you weren’t interrupted. It was a sound he saved and listened to whenever he was stressed or on tour.

Yoongi: Earthquake - Labrinth (All stars remix) ft. Tinie Tempah, Kano, Wretch 32 & Busta Rhymes

Yoongi was sitting in his office when heard rapping from somewhere in the house, he had heard you sing and even jokingly rap his songs and mimic his rapping style before. But this was serious spit fire. He entered the bedroom and the sound was louder but he soon realized you were in the shower.

‘I rock all my clothes like a hipster And I rock them shades like a G That girl be definitely coming if she's coming with me I'm like a hundred degrees man I'm even hotter than August’

Yoongi’s smirked he hopped the August comment wasn’t directed at him and his alter ego Agust D. He leaned against the door listening impressed as you didn’t get out of breath you as you rapped the third verse.

It was when you hit the fourth and final verse he ripped open the door and through the steam he stared at you with wide eyes and his mouth open. You had not only continued rapping you picked up the pace and rapped faster.

‘T-Trust me homie Do not walk up in my shadow Just respect my handle while we bang and make the Earth rattle’

“Marry me” He grinned

Hoseok: Danger - BTS

You remember the day you had first danced with Hoseok, it was a long day and you were trying to help with the choreography for Danger. Hoseok always refused help even though you were one of the many hired choreographers for the group. So for almost a whole year you just sat and watched and ran errands for the boys.

Hoseok wasn’t stuck up he just preferred making his own original content and no matter how hard you tried to explain he wouldn’t even let non members of back up dancers dance beside him or give him input he was too focused.

He never told you but he really liked you, you were a really cool, street fashion queen and he didn’t like being left alone with you. He wouldn’t look at you and tried not to listen when you spoke because the way you pronounced your Korean words with your cute accent got to him.

It was like your words were slurred but not in an annoying drunk kind of way more of a sexy drawl that made Hoseok himself feel he was intoxicated by every word.

When all the others left and you two were the only ones left he finally took a break grumbling unhappily. He was taking a drink and sitting down, so you took the chance. You had watched the choreography for weeks and you knew what was missing. While he was changing his shirt and wiping his hair with a dry towel, you played the song on the stereo and got into position.

You danced and were making noises under your breathe as Korean wasn’t your first language you didn’t try to sing. You went about adjusting a few moves and adding to the area’s he was stuck on with ease. You saw his face in the mirror as he watched you dancing and it you were having fun with the chorus you were making a few noises as you went.

You noticed he had started smiling and you grinned and finished, “I’m here to help and sometimes it helps watching someone else dance you choreography to help with ideas. Will you let me help, Hoseok Oppa?”

Namjoon: Expensive Girl - RM

In the middle of a VLive Namjoon heard something strangely familiar but he couldn’t quite place it, he paused identifying that it was you who was singing. It was smooth, sultry and a little breathy. He smiled at the camera and ran a hand through his hair.

‘Girl, You’re the medicine patch that slowly eases my motion sickness Wherever I go I’ll have it under my ear The time it takes to fall for you takes 3 seconds But I feel as though you’re the meaning of my eternity’

“Y/N is singing, I know the song from somewhere but I don’t know where its from. Also she is really good. WOW! my girlfriend can sing” he picked up the camera and began walking to the door. He opened it and saw you slowly singing his song in English while gently brushing your hair.

‘Take it off now girl just take it off I’m a master, baby with your bra Take it off now girl just take it off I can help you slide those-’

“BABE no” he screeched and you turned confused looking at his blushing face the tips of his ears were red and he gestured to the camera “Don’t sing that in front of the Army’s”

“Dim the lights down baby, Dim the-” With eyes locked on his you smirked and continued but you screamed and ran as he chased you through the house. The camera in his hand shakily filming and the audience squealing in the comments.

Jimin: f**k, I'm Lonely - Lauv ft. Anne-Marie

You were told to meet the boys in the practice room at 3pm after there meeting, but you assumed the meeting was still going as they weren’t there, you waited ten minutes and was getting kind of bored. You went to the sound system and hit play to see what was in there, it was a song you knew pretty well.

You started to mess around and make up a mock routine, the song soon died out and they still weren’t there. Sighing you turned the song back on and went through the routine again and added some more moves. You were soon up to the seventh repeat and you were getting more confident and a little more adventurous with your moves.

You were singing and dancing, your body seemed to just now how to move. You didn’t hear the door open due to the music and your eyes were locked on the way you moved as you perfected the choreography.

‘Yeah, I still watch the shows you showed me I still drink that wine, But these days it tastes more bitter than sweet, hmm And all my friends are way too drunk to save me from my phone So sorry if I say some things I mean’

You were singing loudly, proud of your voice. It was a strong soprano and you held it well while dancing and you let yourself be taken over the music. With a one handed back flip a break dancing move that you learnt as a teen, you stood up and rolled your head with ease singing the chorus while body rolling to the beat.

‘F**k, I'm lonely, I'm lonely, I'm lonely as F**k, come hold me, come hold me, come hold me It's been me myself and why Did you go? Did you go?’

Jimin was watching biting his bottom lip turned on by the dance you were doing, he had never seen his cute little girlfriend do anything provocative. He couldn’t help it and joined in on the last chorus trying out your moves and grinning at your blushing face.

Taehyung: Fly me to the moon - Frank Sinatra

You were standing in front of the upright piano, you use to play before your brother died on the way to your recital. Your fingers gently twitching by your side playing invisible keys. It wasn’t your first time at the boys dorm but you were usually distracted by their shenanigans to have time to thinks about the ominous instrument in the corner.

However half of the boys left to dance practice and the others were in their rooms, the living room was empty and Taehyung went to get the food and drinks from the delivery guy at the front doors of the apartment. You sat on the old stool and raised the wooden key cover, hands shaking you were startled by Jin.

“You are allowed to play it, no one else does” He smiled and you jumped and he laughed “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you”

He ducked off to his room giggling and you got up the courage to strike a key, the sound flooding the house and you let out a breath feeling the sound fill your body. You realized your hands were no longer shaking when you heard a beautiful melody and you couldn’t help singing along.

‘Fly me to the moon Let me play among the stars Let me see what spring is like on A-Jupiter and Mars‘

Whoever was playing was good and your body was swaying, Taehyung’s voice joined yours and you opened your eyes smiling only to realize you were the one playing. The music halted with a jarring sound as your hand slipped hitting the wrong keys.

“You sing really pretty baby bear” He smiled and kissed your cheek and placed the food on the coffee table, “You should play more often, I didn’t know you could. And your singing is really pretty... why are you crying?”

Jungkook: Who you? - GDragon

‘Baby I love you ireoke malhajiman nae maeumeun waenji hanado jochi anha I want you I need you’

You were singing G-Dragon’s song ‘who you?’, while casually walking on the treadmill, you were winding down after your workout and having a blast singing forgetting that your headphones were on and singing as loud as you wanted.

Jungkook stepped into the gym with his Personal Trainer and the small camera crew for his Vlogs and grinned “Ah I didn’t know Y/N Noona was such a great singer, this is the first time i have heard her singing. We both share a love for Kwon Ji-yong Sunbaenim”

He started working out with his PT watching you singing and walking on the treadmill, he found himself out of breath quite quickly. He was too busy watching you singing happily your voice and body enticing him as you seemed to all but strut on the treadmill.

‘Du du du du du du du Du du du du du du du Du du du du du du du Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh’

“Ah Noona is so distracting” he whined as he got scolded by the PT and he hummed pulling out his phone and calling Namjoon. “Hey do you think you can get Kwon Ji-yong Sunbaenim’s number, I want to ask him out for dinner with Y/N”

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kpopbopz · 5 years

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BTS | s.o is pregnant

Request: Hello hello can you please do the GOT7 baby series for BTS too~~thank you~~~

A/N: 7 whole more reactions in one request, ok. For that, I’m going to make some of these ANGST.

IMPORTANT SIDE NOTE!!: For all of the more ‘angst’ responses and reactions, please note that I DO NOT see the boys in this light. They probably would not react in the manner that I depicted them as. It is strictly for entertainment purposes only that I’m writing it this way.

♡.

Kim Seokjin (Jin)

“What the hell?” your eyebrows furrowed; reading the back of the pregnancy test’s empty box over and over to try to see if there was some kind of mistake. You couldn’t be pregnant. You were still in school and you knew that Seokjin was too busy for a baby; he was almost too busy to even be having what both of you had. You wouldn’t call it a relationship but you did sleep with each other every now and again. But obviously, this last time got you into the trouble that is being held in your hand.

You headed out from the bathroom, holding the unbelievable test in your hand while trying to process what you were going to say to Jin.

“What’s that Y/n?” his voice ripped you from your headspace. He looked at you curiously while raising his eyebrows, downing a few more chips. You couldn’t even open your mouth properly to speak, so you just held out the test; staring at space in between you both while he examined the pregnancy test being handed to him.

“What’s this mean? Is it positive? It can’t be positive,” he looked back and forth between you and the test, “It’s not right?”

“It is,” you sighed, “I’m pregnant.”

“You’re kidding me,” he scoffed, “You know that I have a career to worry about right now Y/n, Christ. What do you want me to do about this? You want me to throw everything away? We aren’t even together. Is this you trying to force me into something because I told you I can’t promise myself to you. Not now.”

♡.

Min Yoongi (Suga)

You were crying. More like sobbing. You and Yoongi had been together for almost three years and even so you had your ups and downs.

Lately, you’d both been really stressed out. He was starting a new project at work and the deadlines were cutting really close, and you were trying to get through exams and figure out a way to pay back loans now that you’ve lost your job. So finding out now that you both were going to be expecting, didn’t really fit into your agenda. All you knew for sure, is that you couldn’t do this alone. You had to tell him.

He came home late and exhausted. Upon stepping into the bedroom, he didn’t notice anything was wrong at first until he heard your small whimpers coming from your fetal position in bed. He slipped onto the bed, pulling you up to hold you and pepper kisses on your face, moving your hair out of your face and tilting his head.

“What’s wrong love? I know that I’m late but please tell me I didn’t forget anything important, if I have please tell me and I’ll make it up to you,” his voice was softly spoken as he caressed your wet cheeks.

“No, Gummy bear,” you sniffled, “You didn’t forget anything, but I have some news and it’s important.” He quietly nodded his head, looking at you seriously, waiting for you to speak.

“I’m pregnant Yoongi,” you whispered before you began to sob once again. He kissed your temple, taking in what you’ve said, what you didn’t see was the large smile that appeared on his face.

♡.

Jung Hoseok (J-Hope)

You and your boyfriend, Hoseok, had been working on a duet dance piece for the past 8 weeks. It was a very seductive routine and you couldn’t have possibly kept your hands off of each other the first time you’d gotten it right.

But today, you didn’t feel right while practicing. When you got into the spin, you ended up being dizzier than anticipated, running off to the nearest toilet to upchuck your lunch. After a few seconds of calming down, you’d heard Hobi’s voice calling out to you.

“Y/n? Are you alright? Do you need to go to the doctor?” It took you a few more minutes to regain enough energy to freshen yourself up; opening the door to see him standing there concerned. “Come on, I’m taking you right now to the doctor sunshine.”

After you’d been admitted and waited for an hour or so, cuddled up on the hospital bed waiting for your doctor; the answer for your abrupt sickness came. You were pregnant. When you both heard the sentence drop from your doctor’s mouth, everything else sort of slipped into the background noise.

You looked up at your boyfriend, who had the biggest smile on his face, tilting his head a little once he recognized the concern in your eyes.

“Hey, I promise that we’ll do this together. I’m not leaving you and I love you.”

♡.

Kim Namjoon (RM)

“Y/n?!” you heard Namjoon screech from the bathroom before he came storming into the room you’d been studying in. You raised your eyebrow at him.

“What is it Namjoon?” He threw all of the pictures from your ultrasound at your feet, causing your jaw to drop slightly.

“What is THIS? You’re pregnant? How is that even possible?!” You were at a loss for words. It was supposed to be a secret for now because you knew that he’d react this way but there was still a part of you that wished he’d be happy for the both of you. “I can’t have a kid right now. And you don’t even know where to begin to take care of a baby! Have you ever thought about this?! Christ, you need to get rid of it for your sake and mine.”

After having said his final thought, he stormed out of the room, leaving you a mess falling apart.

♡.

Park Jimin

You didn’t know why, but you were definitely about 45 minutes into vomiting up your insides. You didn’t have the flu; you’d gotten your shot about a few weeks ago. You hadn’t eaten anything weird lately; so it couldn’t be food poisoning. All you knew was that you felt like shit and the intense nausea wasn’t something to play with.

It was early so the only other person who was up was Jin; who was already starting to prepare breakfast when he heard your heaving. After a minute or so, he set the stove on low and came to inspect what the problem was.

“Are you alright Y/n?” he raised a brow, sipping some of his coffee before squatting down to rub your back soothingly.

“Not really Jin..could you wake Chimmy up? I really don’t feel good and I don’t think it’d be best for me to get up right now,” you groaned, holding onto your stomach before you could start vomiting again. He simply nodded before exiting the room to retrieve your boyfriend.

After a few minutes, a groggy but concerned Jimin came into the bathroom, placing you into his lap while he sat on the floor in front of the toilet, stroking your hair. Seokjin followed in behind him, standing in the doorway while watching both of you.

“Do you know what’s causing this sickness jagi?” he yawned, holding you close to him in order to try to help soothe the pain. You simply shook your head, explaining that you couldn’t pinpoint the reason behind this abrupt nausea.

“Have you considered being pregnant?” Jin raised an eyebrow at you, before taking a sip of his coffee once again. Both you and Jimin raised your eyebrows in shock, considering the hyung’s question. When was the last time you had your period? Did you even use a condom last time? Could you be?

You slipped off of Jimin, scrambling to find a pregnancy test, scooting both the boys out of the bathroom as you shut the door to gain some privacy as you took it. An achingly slow few minutes passed by before you opened the door with the answer to all your troubles this morning.

“Chim,” you stared down at the test while speaking quietly, “you’re going to be an appa…” His eyes went wide before he slowly caressed the sides of your hips, kissing your forehead before kneeling down and kissing the tiny bump.

♡.

Kim Taehyung (V)

You knew about your pregnancy for about a week now, but you were contemplating how you were going to tell Tae about it being that he was the father of your unborn child. You knew that you certainly couldn’t speak the words and you wanted a unique way to tell him to make it seem more real than it felt.

So you planned everything you’d be doing a day that he was free from his time-consuming job. You went out shopping, dropped a few subtle hints here and there that he didn’t really pick up, and finally by the end of the day it was time for the big reveal.

You ended up bringing him to a restaurant, letting the waiter know to present a fortune cookie you had prepared at the end of your meal.

Taehyung had set back, full and content while looking at you with a smirk.

“Alright what is it Jagi? What did you break or need me to pay for?” he raised an eyebrow at you, knowing that a day where you treated him would come with some kind of news.

“You’re not finished with your meal yet Tae,” you gestured to the fortune cookie that he’d been given. He smirked and nodded before he opened the cookie to reveal the text, biting into half of the cookie while he read the inscription.

‘We’re expecting.’

You smiled at him, awaiting a response while placing a hand on your stomach. He stared at the small piece of paper for a moment, re-reading the words over and over before looking back up to you, and then eyes dropping to your stomach.

“You’re joking right?” he grimaced, tossing the paper back onto the table, “You know how I feel about kids. I mean, you know how I feel about my job, and how I don’t have time for a child right now.” He started to pack up his things, leaving a tip on the table. “Figure this out because we’re not having this baby together,” he spoke lowly right before he left you sitting at the table alone.

♡.

Jeon Jungkook

He didn’t really notice any symptoms; probably because you didn’t really have any besides being hungry all the time, but that was pretty much normal for you. You were about 2 months pregnant so of course, you’d put on a little weight.

You had already known that you were pregnant, you found out about two weeks ago when you had a hospital visit that explained your heightened sense of smell and endless hunger. You didn’t know what it would be a good time to tell Jungkook so you kind of let it slip your mind.

That was until you gave him a full blown list of food for him to grab from the store before he made it home from practice. He snapped back in the texts that you’d been eating a lot and that you’d been gaining some weight and maybe you should slow down on consuming so much. Not that he cared for you being chubby, he thought you were beautiful regardless but your food choices just weren’t healthy especially the way you’d scarf it down. He also couldn’t help but notice the weird pairing of food that you’d been taking an interest in such as Cheetos and peanut butter.

You sent him back a rather emotionally charged text, explaining that it was because of the baby that’d you’d been getting bigger and craving such weird snacks.

- Excuse me? A baby? You’re pregnant?! You’re carrying my child???

- Yeah for the past two months, hurry up with our food please and thanks.

He would literally spam you with hearts, and call you immediately while he was at the store, looking around in utter excitement not knowing how he should control himself since he was still in a public setting. You were having his kid and he couldn’t contain his excitement.

Once he got home to you with everything you requested, he engulfed you in the biggest hug he’d ever given you, kissing all over your face before snuggling up with your tiny chubby tummy on the couch while you ate.

♡.

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bigbadredpanda · 5 years

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Chapter 116: Family Feast 3

Final translation of the Family Feast extra, don’t forget the first two parts! You will also see how this ties in with the Yunmeng date extra that I translated before.

Enjoy! ٩(◦`꒳´◦)۶

This chapter contains some mild spoilers for the main story.

Family Feast 1 / Family Feast 2 / Family Feast 3

The more deadpan Lan Wangji was, the less Wei Wuxian was able to hold back his inner desire to cause mischief.

Fingers lightly tracing the small cup made in black pottery, he let out a minute sound audible only for the two of them. Hearing it, Lan Wangji's line of sight imperceptibly deviated a few inches in his direction.

Wei Wuxian knew that the change in Lan Wangji's line of sight meant that the latter could certainly follow his every move from the corner of his eyes while remaining proper in appearance. Thus, he lifted the small cup and shifted his posture as if he meant to drink. He turned the cup in his hand until he faced the same place where Lan Wangji had just drunk. Then, his lips covered the rim of the small cup.

Lan Wangji's hands were properly placed in his lap but as expected, his fingers curled slightly beneath the white sleeves in reaction while his posture was still unchanged.

Wei Wuxian felt smug at seeing this and momentarily relaxed. Returning to his former posture, he was on the verge of involuntarily slackening his bearing when a stern cough suddenly came through from Lan Qiren's direction. Wei Wuxian hurriedly straightened up and resumed a properly still and upright sitting position.

The soup finished, a moment of calm followed before the meals were formally served. On each table [1], there were three sorts of small side dishes and each tiny dish was either green or white. It was identical to the food Wei Wuxian ate during the time he studied there. In so many years, nothing has changed except the increased bitterness. One's taste was determined partly by one's region of origin, partly by one's innate nature. In Wei Wuxian's case, his tastes were decidedly marked, he enjoyed eating spicy and the lack of meat displeased him. Faced with these bland dishes, he lost all appetite. After two or three of these going down his stomach without him paying attention, he was completely unable to say what he has eaten. Meanwhile, Lan Qiren's gaze would occasionally flick in his direction, staring at him fiercely in the same way he did in the past during lectures, ready at any moment to yell his name and shout at him to get lost. But contrary to his expectations, Wei Wuxian quite uncharacteristically behaved himself. Left powerless, he had no other choice but to give up.

After finishing the insipid meal, the house servants removed the plates and tables. Lan Xichen began a customary summary of the recent family affairs. But after only a few sentences, Wei Wuxian noticed that preoccupation seemed to weigh on Lan Xichen's heart to the extent that he recalled wrong the places of two night hunts. He did not realise it even after finishing speaking despite the sidelong glances cast by Lan Qiren whose goatee quivered several times. After listening for a while, Lan Qiren couldn't refrain from finally opening his mouth to interrupt. Thus, the terrifying but ultimately harmless family feast was hastily brought to an end.

A gloomy beginning, a gloomy process, a gloomy end. Being forced to partake in the gloomy atmosphere for nearly two hours with neither delicacy to eat nor song for entertainment, Wei Wuxian felt as oppressed and restless as if he were covered with fleas. After the conclusion, Lan Qiren stubbornly called in a severe tone Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji, looking as if he wanted to admonish and lecture them. Without anyone to reproach him for acting wildly, Wei Wuxian wandered around. He saw several young disciples walking together in small groups of two or three. He was on the verge of greeting them and grabbing them to have fun when Lan Sizhui, Lan Jingyi and the others saw him, their faces changing abruptly. They turned round and left.

Wei Wuxian understood clearly and made his way to the deserted depths of the forest. He waited for a while before the same young disciples from before sneakily appeared. Lan Jingyi said, "Senior Wei, we didn't want to ignore you on purpose but Sir said that anyone speaking with you would copy the family rules of the Lan Sect again…"

'Sir' was the title used universally by the juniors and the disciples of the Gusu Lan Sect for Lan Qiren. The word 'Sir' could only refer to him alone. Pleased with himself, Wei Wuxian said, "It's fine, I already knew that. Your family's Sir has long been protecting you against fire, thieves and Wei Ying. Did you see that? He probably thinks of his own family members as carefully-nurtured cabbages in danger of being dug out by a pig [2]. It's unavoidable that he gets so angry, hahahaha…"

Lan Jingyi, "…"

Lan Sizhui, "… Hahaha."

After finishing laughing, Wei Wuxian said, "Oh, that's right, you were copying as punishment earlier. I heard it was because you went on a night hunt with Wen Ning." Addressing Lan Sizhui, he asked, "How is he these days?"

Lan Sizhui replied, "At the moment, he is probably hiding in some nook at the bottom of the mountain. He is waiting for us to find him the next time we go night hunting." After thinking a bit, he added in a worried tone, "Anyway, Sect Leader Jiang seemed extremely furious when we parted, I hope it didn't make things difficult for him."

Wei Wuxian, "What? Jiang Cheng? How come you ran into him during a night hunt?"

Lan Sizhui, "We decided last time to meet up with young master Jin for a night hunt together, so…"

Wei Wuxian understood straightaway.

He could guess that Wen Ning was unlikely to stay idle when Lan Sizhui went on a night hunt with the others. He must have followed them in secret to protect them with the intent to come to their help in case of an emergency during the night hunt. At the same time, Jiang Cheng definitely followed Jin Ling surreptitiously himself lest something might betide him. Thereupon, the two ran into each other during a moment of crisis. Wei Wuxian naturally wanted to inquire what happened next and was torn between amusement and dismay at the situation.

After a pause, he asked instead, "How are Sect Leader Jiang and Jin Ling?"

After Jin Guangyao's death, the only one close in lineage for the succession of the Lanling Jin Sect was Jin Ling. However, there were numerous old people belonging to branch families who eyed covetously from the sidelines and who were beginning to stir upon seeing an opportunity arise. The Lanling Jin Sect was met outside with the ridicule and scorn of a multitude of sects and every person within the Sect itself harboured sinister designs in their minds. Jin Ling was only a teenager, how could he keep the situation under control? In the end, it was Jiang Cheng who intervened by climbing up Golden Koi Tower raising Zidian. He settled things down by taking the position of head of the household for the time being. It was difficult to predict how the situation might evolve in the future.

Lan Jingyi pouted, "They seemed pretty well. Sect Leader Jiang is the same old, he loves taking out his whip at any change he gets. The young mistress' temper improved a lot. His uncle used to scold him for every three sentences he spouted, now it's ten sentences."

Lan Sizhui admonished him, "Jingyi, how can you speak of people like this behind their backs?"

Lan Jingyi defended himself, "I would obviously speak like this to their face."

Hearing Lan Jingyi's manner of speaking, Wei Wuxian let out a small sigh.

He knew inwardly that these were not the questions he truly wanted to ask but since it sounded like Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling were doing all right, there was nothing else to say.

He stood up and patted the hem of his clothes, "That's fine. It's pretty good this way, they can stay like this. You guys go on playing, I have something to do first."

Lan Jingyi blustered, "You have been idle the whole time you've been in the Cloud Recesses and now you have something to do!"

Without turning back, Wei Wuxian retorted, "I'm going to have a nibble of cabbage!"

Unused to waking up this early in the morning, he returned to the Jingshi and covered his head to sleep for a while. Day turned into night and it was already dusk by the time he woke up. He had missed dinner and there was nothing for him to eat. Wei Wuxian didn't feel hungry, while waiting he resumed rummaging around to find Lan Wangji's old copybooks and papers in order to take a look at them. He kept waiting until nightfall came and yet his cabbage still did not return.

At this moment, Wei Wuxian noticed the hollow feeling in his stomach. Estimating the time of the day, he realised that it was already past the curfew of the Cloud Recesses. According to the family rules, people without fixed duties couldn't go out during night time and even less venture beyond the walls. Wei Wuxian wished he could trade places with his younger self who didn't have to care about 'do not do this and that', 'this and that is forbidden' and whose only concerns were eating when he was hungry, sleeping when he was tired, running away when he got into trouble. But now the circumstances were different. If he did not abide by the rules, it would reflect badly on Lan Wangji who was the one accountable. No matter how hungry or tired he was, he had to endure it and could only let out a deep sigh.

A faint sound outside the Jingshi came through at this precise moment and the door was softly pushed open.

Lan Wangji had come back.

Wei Wuxian lay on the floor, pretending to be dead.

He could only hear the sounds of Lan Wangji's light footsteps as the latter went to the writing desk to place several objects on it, all without saying a word. Wei Wuxian wanted at first to keep playing dead but as Lan Wangji seemed to open the lids of the things he placed, a compellingly strong fragrance instantly overwhelmed the crisp scent of sandalwood that formerly pervaded the Jingshi.

Wei Wuxian rolled on the floor and got up, exclaiming, "Er-Gege! I'm forever grateful to you!"

Lan Wangji's expression was unchanged as he took out the dishes from their cases on the writing desk. Wei Wuxian fluttered to his side and saw five or six snow-white plates all containing fiery red bits and slices. At the sight, his heart was filled with joy and a red light was kindled in his eyes, he said, "Hanguang-Jun, you're way too polite, that's so thoughtful of you to bring dishes especially for me. Just call me if you need anything in the future."

Lan Wangji took out last a pair of chopsticks made of white ivory and lay them across the bowl. He intoned, "Eat without speaking."

Wei Wuxian, "You also say rest without speaking. Why don't you stop me when I speak so much and scream so loudly every night?"

Lan Wangji glanced at him. Wei Wuxian, "Fine, fine, I won't speak anymore. We're both the way we are, you are the easily flustered type who can't bear to lose face, that's how I like you. Did you bring them from the Hunan restaurant in Caiyi Town?"

Lan Wangji did not give an answer and Wei Wuxian understood it as tacit agreement. Taking a seat by the writing desk, he said, "I wasn't sure if that Hunan restaurant had closed or not. We used to go there to eat in the past, otherwise we could only have your Sect's food. I was afraid I wouldn't survive these few months. Hey, look at this, this is called a family feast."

Lan Wangji, " 'We?' "

Wei Wuxian, "Me and Jiang Cheng. Sometimes, there was Nie Huaisang and a few other people."

Casting a sidelong glance at Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian said with a smile, "Why are you looking at me like this? Hanguang-Jun, don't forget, I did invite you to eat with me at a restaurant in the past. I used so much enthusiasm and put so much effort. It was you yourself who refused. You would glare at me whenever I spoke to you and every one of your sentences would start with the word 'No'. I hit so many snags because of you. I haven't got even with you and yet you're actually displeased. Speaking of which…"

Rubbing against Lan Wangji's side, he said, "I was worried about breaking the rules at first so I had to resist the urge of sneaking off. I waited for you inside the room nicely and obediently. Who would have thought it would actually be you, Hanguang-Jun, who broke the rules by going out to find me something to eat. Your uncle will have a heart attack if he knows about this."

Lan Wangji bowed his head and embraced him, wrapping his waist. He stayed still without moving, looking peaceful. However, Wei Wuxian could feel distinctly the gentle strokes made intentionally or not by the fingers at his waist. The warm fingers left a burning hot trail that seeped through his clothes and into his skin. Wei Wuxian returned the embrace and whispered, "Hanguang-Jun… I drank your family's medicinal soup and now there's this bitter taste filling my mouth. I can't eat anything, what's to be done?"

Lan Wangji, "One sip."

Wei Wuxian, "Right. I only drank one sip. I don't know who made your family's soup but the aftertaste is really strong, the bitterness spread from the tip of my tongue to the back of it and into my throat. Tell me quick, what's to be done?"

After a moment of silence, Lan Wangji replied, "Neutralisation."

Wei Wuxian humbly asked for his advice, "How to neutralise it?"

Lan Wangji lifted his face.

There was a wisp of medicinal fragrance suffusing the space between their lips. The faint bitterness made the kiss linger even longer.

After separating with great difficulty, Wei Wuxian said softly, "Hanguang-Jun, I just remembered. You drank two cups of that medicinal soup, you should taste even bitterer than me."

Lan Wangji, "Mmh."

Wei Wuxian, "But what I taste is pretty sweet, that's really strange."

"…" Lan Wangji, "Eat first."

After a pause, he added, "After eating, we can do things."

Wei Wuxian, "I want to eat cabbage first."

Lan Wangji slightly knitted his eyebrows, appearing somewhat puzzled. Why the sudden mention of cabbage? Wei Wuxian laughed happily and wrapped his arms around his neck.

It was more appropriate to close the door of the so-called family feast than to open it.

Translator's notes

[1] What I translate as table looks more like a tray for one person sitting on the floor. I picture the scene as similar to this image.

[2] 'Cabbages dug out by a pig' (好白菜都让猪拱了) is an idiom referring to good things being wasted. Chinese cabbage (also called napa cabbage or bok choy) is a staple in Chinese cuisine and also a symbol of prosperity as it is pronounced similarly to 'one hundred wealth'.

#mo dao zu shi #mdzs #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #lan qiren #lan xichen #lan sizhui #lan jingyi #mdzs translation #mdzs spoilers #my translations

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1rosex · 6 years

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BTS reaction to sleeping with their best friend when drunk

Request: ¡Hola! Can I request a bts reaction to them sleeping with their bbf when they are both drunk and the morning after , since they don't have romantic feeling for one another they just take it as a joke ( something like " omg I didn't know you were that good at it"idk😂) and go on being friends thank you !

Warnings: smut

Masterlist

I HIGHLY SUGGEST READING THE REQUEST SO THIS MAKES SENSE!!

Jin

Jin woke up, despite being drunk he could actually remember last nights events. He narrowed his eyes, laying there with a headache trying to recall every last bit. You were both drinking and joking around, next thing he knew you were kissing him. Soon, you two were moving rhythmically under the sheets.

Jin smacked his lips together and felt along his waist, seems he'd passed out before he could get dressed. You shuffled besides him, sitting up and yawning as Jin kept remembering memories and piecing them together. All of a sudden, he shot up into a sitting position and glared at you.

"Whoa Jin- what's wrong?" You asked, he'd scared you when he moved so fast.

"You didn't give me a blowjob last night!" He suddenly said, offended. You were trying really hard not to laugh, but you couldn't help it. Your lips pulled up into a dumbfounded smile.

"What?"

"I make you spaghetti, and this is how you repay me. I thought we were friends Y/N." He shook his head as he hurried to get changed, leaving you behind laughing at his reaction.

"I was tired!" You called out after him.

He eventually made you two breakfast and made sure to tend to your hungover pain, because Jin's the best friend out there no matter what.

Namjoon

Namjoon struggled to get up, his head was pounding. His mouth was sour with the aftertaste of beer, he didn't remember how drunk he'd gotten. That was usually not a good sign. Namjoon jumped when he realized he didn't even have a shirt on, and he definitely didn't have pants on either. Namjoon took a minute to collect his thoughts before looking over at the other side of the bed. You were barely starting to wake up, realizing the same thing he had. You both stared at each other for a long time.

"Did we..." He asked, trailing off.

"I think we did." You nodded, looking around. Namjoin nodded, calmly. "We're not like.. Anything else though..?"

You shook your head. Namjoon nodded again. He didn't want to ruin the friendship between the two of you, even if last night had been nice. He'd rather not focus your friendship on it, he didn't want to use you.

"A lot bigger than you thought huh?" Namjoon suddenly said, turning to look at you knowingly. You rolled your eyes and looked away, throwing the pillow at him. "Oh shush! I'm going to be sore for the next few months thanks to you."

"What'd you expect Y/N? You didn't go so easy yourself, my makeup artist is gonna be curious." He rubbed the tight muscles over his chest and neck before yawning. "You want to go get some pancakes? Im starving."

Yoongi

You were abruptly pulled out of your dream when a pillow made contact with the side of your face. You grunted, your eyes popping open and searching your surroundings. You were in Yoongi's bed, and you were cold. You looked up, Yoongi was standing over without a shirt holding a pillow above his head.

"About time. You were drooling all over the sheets." He grinned slightly before handing you a clean shirt. You didnt quite realize why, until you felt your bare skin against the sheets.

"Oh dont tell me we...." You groaned as you grabbed the shirt and sat up to get it on. The dresser had a glass of water and a pair of bottoms too. The pounding in your head told you you'd been terribly drunk the night before, and the fact that you were naked in Yoongi's bed was enough for you to assume the rest.

"Oh we did. Why? Are you that disappointed?" Yoongi joked. You quickly shook your head, of course you weren't. He was your best friend, you were just hoping it hadn't ruined that friendship. But judging by how Yoongi was acting, it hadn't. "Your voice isn't quite so annoying when its calling out my name." Yoongi grabbed some clean clothes out of the dresser by the bed and started to head for the bathroom.

"Im taking a shower, you can take one here when I'm done." Yoongi disappeared behind the door before you could say anything. You shook your head as you fell back onto the bed and curled up into the sheets. This wouldn't ruin your friendship, but wow was it a story.

J-Hope

Hoseok sat up, stretched with a smile on his face. He gave a refreshed sigh, then turned to see you curled up besides him. Hoseok screamed and fell off the bed, yanking you out of your dreams and causing you to sit up. "Hobi whats going on?" You asked, groggily. You remembered the night before faintly, and it seemed that he was starting to remember too. You'd been drinking, gone home with him, and the rest was history. That might explain why you were laying in his bed.

"Oh my god you saw me naked!" Hoseok yelled, even though he was standing in front of you still naked since he'd passed out before he could change, and still hadn't changed. You watched him for a second before looking away. "Yeah, and I still am seeing it. Stop jumping around.."

"You already saw my dick last night why are you looking away now!" Hoseok threw his hands up in the air. After a short pause of silence, both of you burst out into laughter.

"Seriously?" You laughed as you reached for your shirt to get on, Hoseok looking for a clean change of clothes as well.

"Im just saying! If anyone asks though, you've never seen your best friend naked. That includes the incident at the pool. I am pure."

Jimin

Jimin looked over at you, who was finally waking up and trying to understand the situation. Jimin had been up for a while now, piecing the events of last night together. Jin had bought you guys drinks, and then he had to go take the rest of the members to McDonald's because they wanted McDonald's. They'd left you two alone, and after a while things had escalated. Jimin had come to the conclusion that he had slept with you, and he didn't regret it. You two were so close that it hadn't been awkward at all, he'd felt relaxed.

"Good morning." He smiled at you as just sat up.

"I feel like im dying. I cant believe we actually got so drunk that we made out." You whined, rubbing your head. The morning after was definitely not an enjoyable time, espicially not when you had the sore muscles to prove the night before too.

"Guess you can't me a small mochi anymore?" Jimin asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

"Yeah you're right." You said. "I can now call you a tiny mochi."

Jimin smacked you with the pillow as you burst out into laughter, falling back onto the bed. Jimin blushed, smiling as he put the pillow back down and stretched his sore muscles.

"Lets go out and eat something. Im seriously drained after last night."

Taehyung

Taehyung was so tired the next morning, he didn't budge at all even after your multiple attempts to awaken him. After a while you just gave up, laying besides him and waiting for him to come around on his own time. After a few more moments of Taehyung snoring, his breath hitched as his eyes started to open. He gave a big yawn, groaning at the sudden pang of pain in his head. Taehyung rolled over, seeing you curled up besides him.

"Oh that's why." Taehyung muttered to himself, realizing now why his lower half was bare.

"Morning." You muttered. It went quiet for a while, the two of you breathing in sync.

"You know to be honest, I thought you'd be a whole lot worse at that." Taehyung said bluntly. You laughed, shaking your head as you rolled in the other direction. "Good teamwork!" He called after you too, making you laugh even harder. "You know just how to ruin the mood don't you?" You asked him. Taehyung just grinned.

"This doesnt change us does it?" Taehyung asked. He definitely didn't regret the events that had taken place last night, but he also didnt want to ruin the good friendship you two had going on. You sat up and shook your head. "Well, we were drunk."

Taehyung nodded. He gave a fully body stretch, looking like a cat that had just awoken from a long nap.

"I think I drank way too much. Can we go get some water? Then some pizza? I don't even want to look at what I sent out last night."

Jungkook

Jungkook woke up that morning, groaning about the pain in his head. He didnt know getting that drunk could cause so much pain. He yawned, then carefully pulled himself up into a sitting position. He felt someone else on the bed, whipping around to see you in the midst of waking up. His eyes went wide, slapping his hands over his chest to realize he was shirtless. He lifted the sheets too, examined down there for a second before slamming the blanket back down around his waist. You rolled over and looked at him, half awake, half asleep.

"Holy shit I just got laid." He said, his eyes wide.

"Yeah, by your own best friend. Can you even be proud?" You joked as you rubbed your eyes.

"Yeah thanks. You know, its an absolute honor. Plus, I don't think you were so against the idea of it being your best friend either last night." Jungkook winked at you.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You asked while propping yourself up on your elbow, arching an eyebrow.

"Oh jungkook!~" Jungkook yelled out, mimicking your voice. Your face went red as you pushed him, laughing. Jungkook fell over and giggled before looking back at you.

"Im pretty sure we're both naked right now. Who's getting out of bed first?" He asked. He'd been okay with it last night of course, since he was so drunk. Thats not to say he regretted it, he'd slept with you by choice. But you were still just best friends and now, being sober, he'd gotten shy again. "Rock paper scissors." You shrugged. Jungkook agreed, but soon regretted it when he lost.

"Im going to make a beeline for the bathroom and if you look at or say anything to me I swear I'm never sharing my kimchi with you again"

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littlebtswriter · 6 years

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bts reaction / you being clingy

request: Bts reaction to you being needy/clingy while they’re busy?

a/n: hopefully this satisfies your longing for bts cuddles, my dear.

genre: you already know it’s gonna be fluffy af

warnings: language

n a m j o o n

You really needed some Namjoon cuddles. It wasn’t because of a bad day or anything stressful, you just needed him. It was an overcast day, dreary and rainy with gray clouds covering the sky like a thick blanket. The weather made you feel sleepy the whole day, longing to be in bed watching the shadows dance over the crisp white sheets with your legs and arms tangled with Namjoon’s.

He wasn’t necessarily busy, but you just didn’t want to bother him as he kept to himself the whole day in his studio. He came out every now and then to get a snack or talk with his fellow members, and steal a kiss from you, but neither of you had any cuddling time yet.

You decided to at least spend some time with him in his studio when you couldn’t take laying alone in bed reading a book any longer. You texted him first and asked if he was doing a vlive in his studio, not wanting to walk in on him and be wearing your oversized flannel and tiny shorts in front of thousands of onlookers.

He informed you he wasn’t and was just procrastinating on the computer. You bounded towards his studio with a smile.

“Hey sweetheart,” He smiled when you came in, swirling in his chair to face you. “You look cute.”

You smiled back rubbing your upper arms and yawning. “Whatcha doing?” You asked, coming to his chair and sitting on his lap. He wrapped his arms around you and stroked your thighs lovingly.

“Just messing with some sounds on this track.” He said rolling you both back to the desk and tapping the space bar on the keyboard. An eclectic beat began pulsing through the loudspeaker. You nodded your head to the beat, smiling as you heard Namjoon making cute noises behind you as he tried to follow along with the beats.

His hands tapped the beat on your thighs as he made his little sounds. He was most likely completely unaware of his actions, which made it so much more adorable. You giggled and leaned back against him.

“What do you think?” He asked, after the music stopped. You put your finger on the dimple in his left cheek, smiling. “I love it baby, especially your added sound effects.” A blush crept up his cheeks and he buried his face in your shoulder, giggling.

j i n

Jin had just gotten back from the tour yesterday, late at night, and slept all the next day. You slept with him for a little bit, but eventually you did have to get up and go about your day when morning came.

You went into the bedroom a couple of times to check on him and see if maybe he wanted cuddle with you and tell you about the tour. But, he was so exhausted from jet lag and getting sick on the plane ride back, he didn’t want to wake up.

Once it was late afternoon and you had just come back from running errands, you went into the bedroom to check on him. He was still in bed, his eyes closed and and his lips parted as he breathed softly, his arms wrapped around his pillow.

You smiled at his sleeping form, grabbing some comfy shorts and a soft sweater. As you unbuttoned your jeans and let them fall to the ground, you heard shuffling in the bed. You turned to find Jin rubbing his eyes.

“Hey sweetie, how are you feeling?” You asked, kicking off your jeans and pulling up your shorts. Jin yawned, his eyes half closed. “I’m so sleepy still, and I have a terrible headache.” He murmured, sounding like a pitiful puppy.

“I’m sorry, baby.” You told him, sighing in relief at the feeling of taking off your bra and tossed it to the side. You slipped the sweater over your head. “Can I cuddle with you? I’ve been itching to all day, but you’ve been a sleepy, grumpy lump.” You said, coming over to the bed and brushing the hair from his face.

He nodded, his eyes still closed as he ran his hand up the back of your leg, his thumbs drawing small circles on the back of your thigh. You climbed up next to him, snuggling under the sheets. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling up you shirt to rub circles on the soft, warm skin of your back. “Sorry I haven’t been the best boyfriend today, jagi.” He murmured, sleepily as he began to drift off again.

You laid your head on his chest. “It’s alright, babe, you’re tired, I get it. But, I’m glad you’re letting me cuddle you now because I sure have missed this.”

y o o n g i

“Oh my god. I swear my body is trying to fucking kill me right now.” You groaned, clutching you midsection as you laid on Yoongi’s couch in his studio.

“When was the last time you changed your tampon?” Yoongi murmured, not even phased by your outburst as he adjusted his headphones and tapped something on his computer.

“I don’t know,” You sighed, massaging your temples and grimacing as another wave of cramps hit you.

Yoongi picked up his phone, glancing at it for a few seconds before saying, “It’s been almost four hours, my timer is almost up.” He said, setting his phone down and going back to squinting at his computer.

You raised your eyebrows. “Wait, a timer?”

“Yeah, I set a timer every time you change your tampon.” He said nonchalantly.

Silence.

He turned to you after you didn’t say anything. “What? You always forget everything, especially putting in a new tampon. I can’t have you getting toxic shock syndrome from those little shits.”

You weren't sure whether to feel impressed or just weird, probably a bit of both.

Groaning again as another wave of pain hit your lower regions, you turned on your side. “Yoongi, can you please take a break and cuddle with me for a bit? I really don’t feel good.” You whimpered, tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

You felt hot and clamy and gross and just wanted your small, gentle boyfriend to spoon you. Sighing, Yoongi removed his headphones and got up from his chair, coming over to the couch. You scooted against the back of the couch so he could lay facing you.

He smiled cutely, licking his lips as he slipped his hands under your shirt to rub your cramping midsection. You wrapped around his small waist and closed your eyes.

“Thanks for putting up with my whiny ass. I love you.”

h o s e o k

“You need to take a break soon, babe.” You yawned draping your arms around Hoseok’s neck and kisses it gently. He had been working for the past four hours at his computer, not getting up once.

“My mixtape comes first,” He said, distracted as he typed away. You gave him a few more neck kisses, biting down slightly. “Oh shit! Don’t do that!” Hoseok jumped, his hand flying to cover his heart. “That scared me.” He said, looking shocked.

You sighed, giving his shoulders a quick rub before sitting on his couch. “Could you at least take a break and come readjust my back for me? It’s been hurting all day.” You said, longing for him to just get off the computer and come cuddle for a bit. Plus Hoseok was really good at being gentle and adjusting your back and neck when they ached.

“Sure baby, just give me a few more minutes.” He said, giving you a smile and a wink before turning back to his computer.

j i m i n

Jimin got a call from you right in the middle of his dance practice. He was in the studio alone that day, wanting to work on a few things alone before the group rehearsed together.

“Yeah? What’s up, babe?” He asked through labored breath, running his fingers through his hair.

“Just wanted to check on you. You’ve been gone all day and I kind of needs some of your cuddles right about now.” You said, feeling dumb for saying it, but you’d had a slow day and needing some cheering up.

Jimin laughed over the phone, a little squeak escaping his lips. “Ah jagi, you’re so needy.”

“Shut your hole, ChimChim. You’re the one clinging to me next every five seconds and jumping on me when I’m sitting on the couch.” You snapped back, grinning.

“Do you want cuddles or not?”

“I do! I’m sorry!” You nearly shouted.

Jimin laughed again. “Alright, I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Start a shower for us, I don’t think you’ll want to cuddle me when I’m this sweaty.”

t a e h y u n g

Taehyung woke up first, needing the restroom. But, with you laying directly on top of him, it was a struggle to get up. “Jagi . . . “ he moaned, attempting to push you off of him. You groaned in your sleep, wrapping you arms around his neck and snuggling against him.

“Can you get off? I really need to pee.” He said, poking your side. “You’re so warm though.” You mumled sleepy, your eyes half closed. Taehyung squirmed out of your grasp, sliding off the bed. He laughs at you in his deep, sexy voice when you make grabby hands at him to come back.

“Oh my God, you’re so cute.” He giggled. “I’ll be right back. Then I’ll snuggle again.”

j u n g k o o k

Jungkook had been playing video games all day. It was a free day, the first one he’d had in weeks, and playing Overwatch was all he wanted to do. You thought maybe cuddling with you or maybe even some sexy time would be something he wanted, but nope, playing video games with Taehyung was it.

“Hey, why don’t you guys just date each other?” You holler from the couch as Tae and Jungkook hug and scream after finally defeating a level. They both laugh at you and you just throw a pillow at them.

“Aw, what’s up with you?” Jungkook asked, pausing the game to look at your sulking self laying on the couch. “You haven’t given me cuddles all day, Jeon Jungkook!” You said, in fake anger. “You know how grumpy I get without you cuddles.”

Jungkook sighed, falling backwards from his cross -legged position on the ground. “Aish, I forgot.” He said, jumping up and running towards you. You let out a shriek as he jumped on top of you and squished you in his arms.

“I love my little jagi so much.” He cooed.

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Broke Mama

Summary: Being in a relationship with an idol can be difficult, would you even call it that kind of relationship? When things finally start to go on even ground, your lives are flipped upside down and and harsh realities are forced upon the two of you.

Genre: Angst, fluff

A/N: Just wanted to say I appreciate any feedback I get on this, I hope you like it. There will be some bad language and mature themes (not necessarily sexual). I had this idea for so long and I don’t know if you’ll like it but hey. ALSO IF YOU WANT ANOTHER CHAPTER PLEASE REQUEST IT.

The phone on the table was buzzing furiously while you consciously ignored it. The pulsing in your head was only worsening and the constant nausea wouldn’t shake. You knew it was Yoongi asking why you were ignoring him and probably wanting to hook up. Things had been rocky recently and you were in no good physical state to want to deal with it. Were you in love? Were you just having regular hookups? What does the future hold for the two of you? He’s an idol, you’re broke, would you be ready for the spotlight? All questions for another day, when this bug would hopefully pass.

You leaped off the couch and ran to the bathroom spilling your guts, for the third time that morning. After cleaning up you find yourself replying to your -boyfriend? Man? Fuck buddy?- friend after rejecting him for a week straight. He said he was heading over and he was going to pick you up and bring you to his dorm. Smiling to yourself, you accepted, the other boys liked you and may look after you better than you were.

Crawling over to the front door to let him in, you had to sprint to the bathroom again as soon as you saw him. “Wow, am I that repulsive?” The joke was halfhearted and he rushed to your side and held your hair back. “You sure you don’t want to go to the hospital, it seems a bit much don’t you think?” Laying your head back on the bathroom wall lightly shaking your head, you creaked your watery eyes to observe him. He was worried, brows furrowed and watching you cautiously. Not a side you’d seen of him until now.

He hauled you to the car and drove you to his home where the maknae greeted you and lifted you from the floor effortlessly and set you down on the sofa. Before you could try and catch up with any of them, you found yourself falling asleep, vaguely aware of Yoongi placing your head on his lap and stroking your hair.

When you woke up it was darker outside and the boys had just returned from what you assume was dance practice, judging by the sweat dripping off the lot of them. When they noticed you had woken up, they rushed to your side, asking how you were and if you wanted to be taken to a doctor.

“If you want you could just see our private nurse, she might be able to tell you what’s wrong at least.” Jimin offered kindly and the rest of the boys nodded, grunting in agreement. “Yoongi hyung, don’t worry I’ll take her with Namjoon hyung, you go and rest.” You smiled at Yoongi and left with the pair.

Once you explained your symptoms and peered up at the nurse, she smiled and asked the boys to leave for a second. Your heart lifted slightly when she laughed and plummeted straight after when you saw what she handed you from her drawer. Tears threatened to fall as you looked at her pleadingly hoping to God this was just a sick joke and she’d swap what she had for a packet of aspirin.

“No way, please no. Are you serious?” She looked at you apologetically and put the pregnancy test in your hand.

“Take the test sweetie, if it’s negative then go see a real doctor and get some medication, if it’s positive then take these to help with your morning sickness.” She handed you a box of pills and sent you off with her best wishes.

As you faced the boys waiting outside for you with worried faces you shook your head at their questions and walked to the car in silence. Instead of going back to the dorm, they took you home, where you stayed for a week without taking the test. When some of the signs became too much to deny, you grabbed it and proceeded to the bathroom. You knew all along but when the harsh reality settled in, you couldn’t believe that you were carrying Yoongi’s child.

You dodged all of his calls and spent most of your time working away or staying at your apartment with the doors locked and music on full blast. You knew you had to tell him, that you couldn’t do this alone. But if you told him, his career would go completely side ways, needless to say how he’d react. It would hurt way less if you moved away and never told him than have him reject you and your child.

Of course no such luck exists in your life when you try to avoid someone, walking out of the estate agency, you bumped into Namjoon and Jin. You took them back to your place and told them what happened and broke down in tears, crying into Namjoon’s chest. They congratulated you none the less and promised to provide all they could for you. They also begged you to promise you would tell their bandmate soon.

They came over everyday with food and offered to help with your chores and just keep you company. Much to your surprise, Yoongi comes with them one day and you grab the closest pillow to cover your small bump. Jin puts the food he brought in the fridge and drags Namjoon out with him after he gave u an encouraging thumbs up, paired with a supportive yet nervous smile. Jin mouthed good luck to you silently and shut the door, silence invading your ears.

“Y/N, why the hell have you been dodging me every time I try to speak to you, what’s going on with you these days? Are you trying to tell me you want to break up or something because you could just say it to my face. Plus why are Jin hyung and Joonie always at your place? Are you having threesomes or something?” That last point came out with bitterness but made you chuckle despite the situation.

“I guess it’s now or never,” you spoke up finally, after hearing the older boy ramble on with all his questions, “so you remember when I was sick right? Jimin took me to your nurse?” The words were not coming out like you imagined.

“Oh my God are you dying?” You cackled when you heard that and put a reassuring hand on his very tense shoulder.

“Don’t worry babe, I’m not dying, though that would be easier,” you mutter to yourself, “Yoongi I’m pregnant with your child.” As soon as the words left your mouth, your stomach flipped, you imagined his did too.

“Fuck. You didn’t tell me all this time. This is so fucked up what the-” He spiralled, dropping every swear word in the book, getting angrier by the second. You expected this reaction. You’d dreamed of him embracing you and telling you he’d be there for you every step of the way. But real life hits, he’s not as much of a dreamer as he is a realist. You could tell his career and life plans were flashing through his mind.

“How could you tell Jin and Namjoon and not tell me. What the fuck weren’t we careful?”

At this point you snapped, he didn’t stop to consider for a single second how you were feeling about this whole thing. “I told them because I knew they wouldn’t react so heartlessly and actually help me out. You know what if you can only think of yourself here then fuck off, I don’t need you here. And before you ask, I’m not aborting. This is your mistake as much as it is mine, now get your sorry ass out of my apartment!” You screamed him out of your apartment, he took one glance down at your belly and slammed the door.

A few months went by and the band members all payed you regular visits and helped you out as much as they could. All of course except for Yoongi. You hadn’t seen him since that day he left your apartment out of the fight, you hadn’t spoken to the other members about him either. It went on like this everyday until he showed up completely wasted at your door in the middle of the night and threw up in your toilet. He stumbled to your couch where you lay, your bump very visible by that point.

His eyes were glued to your belly and he collapsed at your feet, wrapped his hands on your belly. You watched this unfold, knowing despite him being a jerk, it’s a hard situation on him too. He sobbed at your feet leaving tear stains near your belly button.You helped him to your bed and lay beside him, he pulled your waist closer and kissed you messily before he passed out.

He woke up feeling like ass. Confused at first as to where he was, squinting hard at the sunlight bleeding through the curtains. He peered over at your sleeping face beside him. He wasn’t one for feelings or domestic life, you weren’t really either. But he kept you around for the longest time. You weren’t just a hook up to him. Heck you’re his baby mama now. You looked so peaceful, no troubles in the world could reach you as you lay sound asleep.

“Ah, what have I gotten myself into?” He pulled you into his chest and instinctively stoked your hair again. Your eyes fluttered open and you peered up at him, a tiny smile at his recent affection. He looked very tired, he hadn’t shaved and he’d visibly lost a bit of weight. You couldn’t let yourself fall down that path until you knew where you stood with him.

“Come on, help me make breakfast.” He headed to the bathroom and freshened up, using your toothbrush without permission because he knew you wouldn’t mind. He milled around your kitchen quietly making pancakes while you made coffee. You sat down together and let out a deep sigh. “How have you been holding up?”

“I’m a fucking mess. I’m sorry Jagiyaaa~,” he whined, tears pricked in your eyes as you watched this vulnerable man unfold in front of you. As much as you wanted to be angry at him for bailing and not being there, you couldn’t. You dropped a soft kiss on his lips as tears rolled down his cheeks. “I won’t leave you again don’t worry. For all the times you put up with me and my mess and sacrificed so much-” he couldn’t continue what he wanted to say but he didn’t need to.

“I’m so worried though. Are we going to be good parents? How will we keep this from the press? What is the life of an idol’s son going to be like. I can’t even go to the fucking super market in any country without getting mobbed.” He sighs and lies back.

“Hey, I’m worried too. You think I haven’t been freaking out? When did I ever say I wanted to bring a kid into this world, I can’t afford it. My parents literally abandoned me as a baby, as fucked up as I am, I refuse to ever let my baby feel alone.” His gaze met yours, something in the air had changed. Things might actually work out.

He seductively looks at you and winks, pulling shades out of his pocket. “I’m rich, so expensive, glasses.” He said in broken English which broke the ice entirely and you were laughing hard like the good old days. You startle him as you stand up and run to the bathroom. “What’s wrong?!”

“You forget I’m pregnant? Your child uses my bladder as a football every once in a while.” He smiled to himself, he was really going to be a father?

“Jagiya! have you got any of those black and white pictures of the baby in your belly?” You chuckled searching through a drawer to find your ultrasound photo and plopped beside him again.

“This is our baby. They thought there was something wrong with it at first because it wasn’t kicking but realised it just doesn’t like to move much.” This was undoubtedly his kid. He smiled fondly and kissed you again, more slow and passionate.

“How about you come back to my place and have Jin cook you up something, maybe show them the photo?” You nodded eagerly and went to pee one last time before you exited your apartment together. The warm feeling didn’t leave you until you felt your boyfriend’s hand squeeze around yours as he froze.

Flashing lights blinded you, leaving you confused until your eyes focused and you recognised cameras and loads of paparazzi. Your bottom lip trembled as you looked at the equally as shocked man beside you and your worlds were again turned upside down.

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