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To Make A Power Couple - 02 (knj)

Chapter 2 - Pizza and Life Chats

THIS IS A REPOST SINCE I LOST ACCESS TO MY OLD ACCOUNT. PLEASE FOLLOW THIS BLOG FOR UPDATES ON THIS SERIES.

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Summary- Namjoon and Y/N go on their first date, and Namjoon is whipped.

word count- 5k

pairing- idol!namjoon x ceo!reader

rating- pg13 for now

genre- series, fluff, eventual smut, strangers2lovers

warnings- mentions of hangovers and panic attacks, tooth-rottingly fluffy

a.n- okay here’s the second part! I wrote this up fairly quickly (don’t expect this to be the norm!). This part I wanted to kind of address the stress of overworking as a young adult (GUILTY 🙋🏻‍♀️) so sorry if it gets a little serious at parts. I also wanted to switch it up so it’s from Namjoon’s perspective. I hope you enjoy it. SOFT JOON BEING A BIG OLD SOFTY.

Feedback much appreciated! 💕

taglist - @beach-bitch-bitch-beach, @sassyuniversitytacopeanut

Namjoon woke up startled as his phone alarm rang. He was groggy and his splitting headache made him nauseous. “I’m never going to drink again”, he mumbled. He groaned as he got off the couch he had crashed on the night before, trying not to trip over Taehyung who seemed to be dozing happily on the floor as he made his way to his room. He hadn’t stayed at the dorms in a while, preferring the quiet solitary of his own apartment nowadays, and with his hangover in full swing he felt like he was walking through a stranger’s house.

Last month was hell. He had procrastinated on his songs and none of the vocal guides were even halfway done before the due date. Every time he tried to finish a song a new one would pop up in his head and he would start on that, leading to a hard drive full of files labelled “finish soon” and “draft”, and a notebook full of scratched out scribbles. It was like his brain had decided to abandon him, deciding it had had enough of his perpetual melancholy. He had felt drained and burnt out, a husk with no creative juices left. Luckily, Yoongi and a few of the producers had taken pity on his stressed out state and lent a hand so he had been able to finish the bare minimum three days ago - before the label pressured him further. He was never more grateful for a small break.

In all honesty, he needed a way to jumpstart his brain, and get out of the routine of home, practice, meetings, studio, home. Sometimes, he almost wished he didn’t have the success he had so he could go out and let loose a little - a club, a party, anything. But the last time he went somewhere like that he got swarmed and the police had to be involved. He couldn’t risk that, not after the trouble Big Hit went to threaten media outlets a year and a half ago, when he was caught with what they called a hickey, but was actually a stress rash.

As he brushed his teeth today, however, he smiled at the mirror. Last month may have been terrible, but last night was one of the best he’d had in the past year.

When he had heard Bang PD’s team talk about how they were attending the charity gala as he met them for notes on his songs, he was intrigued. He had read about this non-profit in the paper before. They seemed to be helping bridge the gap between people through communication and that spoke to him. So much so that he had scrolled through their website multiple times, reading testimonials and almost memorizing the mission statement. They wanted to help kids learn English for free so they could communicate globally. He really liked the idea. It was hard for him to learn the language as a kid and he knew that the only reason he became as fluent as he is from the tutors his parents paid for and his obsession with American television and music. Although he didn’t need the tutoring anymore, he did enjoy talking to the in-house tutor at the company, John, from time to time and improving his skills. The fact that this company wanted to add a John to every school in Korea starting from the rural areas, made Namjoon want to meet the man behind the movement. Little did he know, he’d be meeting the girl who’d shift his idea of the ideal.

He had never been more glad to have convinced his company to let him and the boys attend an event. He had initially suggested it as a way to break the mundane before their comeback practices started and network while supporting a cause he liked. Two days ago, he wouldn’t have guessed it would have been an actual fun night leading to him nursing a headache.

He spent the next hour reliving last night as he showered and caught up on the news. He also read the messages he sent last night over a hundred times and had butterflies each time. Wasn’t he too old for butterflies? He wanted to message you again but every time he tried, he ended up overthinking it. Everything sounded forced or cheesy, and it was worse than any writer’s block. He threw his phone on the bed in frustration watching it bounce and land on the floor, before he grabbed it and pocketed it. Hopping around to get rid of his nerves, he decided to take a break from rereading the thread he already had memorized and check in with everyone. If his hangover was this bad he couldn’t imagine theirs.

Making his way back to the living room he found Taehyung now sitting on the floor, sleep still very evident on his features as he yawned and groaned. On the couch next to him sat Yoongi, holding an iced americano and staring into space. The rest were missing but he could hear a blender annoyingly whizzing in the kitchen.

“How’re you guys feeling this morning?” He asked as he sat across from Yoongi.

“This is why I don’t drink. Why did no one stop me?” Taehyung whined as he rose from the floor to leave, massaging his head.

“We tried. You were very excited to try all the disgustingly sweet drinks the hot bartender was making for you.” Yoongi replied with a sigh. “How was your date, Namjoon? You glad I forced you to go to the bar to talk to her?” he snickered, sipping his coffee before exhaling loudly in contentment.

“Honestly, I owe you big time. She was… amazing. I don’t think I’ve talked to someone that comfortably in a while” Namjoon sighed wistfully.

“I’ll add cupid to my resume,” he deadpanned. “Is she tolerating you for another date?”

“Yeah. We’re getting dinner on Tuesday, but I want to message her now. Argh!” He ran his hands over his face in frustration. “What do I even say? ‘Hi I’m the guy who was too scared to kiss you all night so you had to do it for him, what’s your favourite colour?’” Namjoon was annoyed at himself. It’s bad enough that he was having writer’s block in his music, did he have to have it for something as simple as texting too? This was ridiculous!

“Or you could just ask her how’s her hangover today. Jeez! Do I have to draft each of your messages? Stop being a dumbass and text the person you like.” Yoongi scoffed, clearly over Namjoon’s sudden and uncharacteristic insecurities.

Namjoon gave a resigned sigh as he reached for his phone and wrote out exactly what Yoongi suggested. Hey, he was his hyung for a reason - he had a full 6 months of life experience on him.

Namjoon: Hey! Hope your hangover is not too bad today.

As soon as the message was sent, he started getting nervous. Tapping his foot incessantly while he stared at his phone, willing it to buzz, annoying Yoongi enough to leave him alone on the couch in the process.

Y/N: Hi to you too! I actually don’t get hangovers so I’m doing great lol. What about you?

Namjoon: What do you mean you don’t get hangovers?

Y/N: I don’t know. Can’t get dehydrated if you’re always dehydrated!

Namjoon: That… makes no sense. Do I need to start reminding you to drink water?

Y/N: Only if you’re better than this app on my phone…

Namjoon: I can guarantee you I’m better than any app on this planet.

Y/N: Wow. Big claims! We’ll have to put it to the test I suppose.

Y/N: You never told me how you’re feeling. Oh and how’s Taehyung? Is he okay?

Namjoon: He’s doing fine. Made a pact to never drink again and if i’m being honest, I’m going to join him. I am shocked that your head is not exploding as well.

The messages continued easily after that, filled with updates of each other’s activities, playful flirting and even photos of dinner. By the time Monday rolled around, you had been messaging each other constantly, with no end to the conversation in sight and the only long pauses being when you were both asleep or working. It seemed like you would never run out things to talk about. Namjoon hadn’t messaged someone this frequently since he got out of his last relationship. It felt nice to relay his mundane day to day events to someone and he found himself excited to hear about your mundane, like how you decided to mix two different types of bad coffee blends to make a shockingly worse one. He was surprised again at how fast he felt comfortable around you. It was even starting to scare him a little - he only knew you for three days and it felt like he had known you forever! What was this weird spell you had on him?

The conversation Monday, however, was fairly sparse, and Namjoon was eager to set up plans for the next day, so that night he decided to call you.

After the first three rings, he was overthinking his decision. Maybe it was too soon to call? Maybe you didn’t like talking on the phone? What if it went to voicemail? Would he have to leave a message? What would he say? His inner monologue was quickly halted at the sound of your voice.

“Hello, this is Y/N” you sounded distant, almost too formal. He felt nervous.

“Hi… uh… this is Namjoon. Is this a bad time?”

“Oh Namjoon! Sorry I didn’t check who called when I picked up!” Relief washed over him at the change of your tone. “Sorry one sec can you hold on.” he heard you say as your voice got mumbled. He waited while he heard you talk to someone about proposals and deadlines. Were you still at work? He checked his watch - it was 10 pm. He didn’t know whether to be impressed by your work ethic or worried that you were overworking.

“Hi sorry about that! How are you?” He relaxed at your airy tone and smiled.

“I’m good. Are you still at work?”

“Yeah it’s only like 7 so it’s no big deal. I usually leave around 8” Were you serious?

“Y/N… It’s 10:04…” He was shocked at how nonchalant you sounded, and suddenly he had his answer - he was worried, not impressed. He had known you for three days and already you were setting his caretaker alarm off. He wanted to scold you for being careless and overworking, like he’s used to doing for the boys, but he knew it was too soon. He doesn’t even know why he’s feeling that way all of a sudden and tried to suppress his protective instincts.

“No it’s not! It’s…” He could hear your voice going further away as he imagined you moving the phone in front of you to check the time. “Oh shit you’re right. What the hell? Okay sorry I’m gonna put you on hold again.” Before he could say anything he heard your voice again, distant again but loud. “Oh my god. Guys, it’s 10pm. Go home! Why did nobody tell me? No it doesn’t matter we can do that tomorrow. Please go home. Pack up now! You too Siwon, don’t worry I’ll go home after I get off the phone. See you!” He smiled at the sternness of your tone - it reminded him of a teacher dismissing class.

“Sorry about that. I didn’t realize I overworked my team. Had to send the troops home” you laughed and Namjoon felt his heart flutter.

“I don’t wanna keep you from going home. I can call you back once you get there,” he offered. He felt bad that you were staying in an empty office on his account.

“Oh don’t worry about it. It was a lie to get Siwon off my back. I’m probably gonna be here till like 1 or something. I still have to get this done” you said matter-of-factly, like it was the most normal thing in the world. He knew that tone fairly well, having used it multiple times himself when he locked himself in his studio, running on nothing but coffee and energy bars.

“Okay I know we’ve only just met and we have our first date tomorrow, but do you want some company?” He asked before he could stop himself. The line was silent for a bit, and he felt self conscious, scared that he had overstepped and driven you away. Before he could check his phone to see if you had hung up you spoke.

“It’d be pretty boring for you to watch me just type away. Are you sure? It’s pretty late.” He was sure his cheeks would hurt from how wide he smiled.

“It’s not a problem at all. I was going to work tonight too.” He wasn’t. “We can just work together. I’ll bring food. Did you eat yet?” his words tumbled over each other.

“How very college of you.” He could hear you giggling on the line. “Now that I think about it - I’m starving.”

“Okay text me the address, I’ll be there soon.”

He had never been this excited to pretend to work.

He spotted you as he walked through the doors of the 13th floor, pepperoni pizza in hand. You were sitting at a long desk near the middle of the room. He was surprised as he expected you in an office, but he found you typing away at your desktop. Your hair was tied up in a bun and you were dressed in an oversized beige t-shirt, eyebrows furrowed head bopping to the hip hop track playing through the speakers. You seemed to be in your own little world. He felt like he was spying on you as he leaned against the door watching but he also liked seeing how you acted when you thought no one was watching. He was about to announce his presence when the track changed to a Childish Gambino one and you whooped and started to rap along.

You were now fully head banging and rapping the verse at the top of your lungs. He would be impressed by your fairly good amateur skills if he didn’t find the entire scene so endearing. His heart was doing somersaults as he watched you now fully engrossed in the song, typing forgotten as you got up and started to pretend you were on stage, an imaginary mic in your hand asking haters if they “eatin’ though”. You looked so adorable that he couldn’t help but squeal a little “cute!”

That’s when you saw him, eyes wide. He felt a little bad when he saw how embarrassed you looked, immediately stopping and slapping a hand to your mouth before bursting out in nervous laughter. He could write a whole album with that laugh. Oh he was so whipped, he thought to himself as he made his way to you.

“You know you’re not half bad!” He exclaimed as he set the pizza on the table, pulling a chair next to yours and settling down.

“Do you think your fake compliments will save you from the fact that you were spying on me?” you asked, crossing your hands across your chest, pretending to scowl but failing to do so.

“First, real compliment. Second, would pizza save me?” He opened the box and proudly smiled, loving the way your eyes lit up as you reached for a slice.

“Yes it will!” you exclaimed as you took your first bite, lightly moaning at the taste. “But erase that memory from your brain please.”

“Nope. Never. It was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen and I’m going to save it forever” he said as he also started on his slice. You pouted up at him, cheeks puffed and it took all the self-control he had to not kiss it off your face. He hadn’t felt this way in so long, it was like you were his first crush. Trying to control his pulse, he asked “What are you working on so late?”

“Oh I have a proposal due for a meeting tomorrow at noon and I’m only halfway through it,” you frowned wistfully at the screen as if willing it to type on its own.

“Can I help?” He asked, knowing fully well that he couldn’t. He just had an overwhelming urge to make that frown disappear.

“You being here is help enough,” you smiled sincerely as you looked at him and he felt his heart explode, a blush creeping on his cheeks as he smiled bashfully. “What are you working on?”

“I have a few songs I have to finish the lyrics for. Been procrastinating” he rubbed the back of his neck as he pulled out the notebook from his back pocket.

“Can I help?” you echoed his question to which he echoed your response grinning. He wasn’t lying though. Even though he had planned to not really work, as the night progressed he found the change from his usual writing spot inspiring. Sitting next to you, the sound of the keyboard clicking was soothing leading to words pouring out of him. He filled pages as he stole glances at you concentrating on your proposal, tongue peeking from between your lips, still bobbing to the music which was now playing from your airpods instead of the speakers. He smiled at the sight, before focusing on his notebook.

After about an hour or so of hard work, he finished three songs that he had allotted himself the whole week to do. This was the most productive hour he had all month. Antsy for a break, he looked over at you and found you staring at him, a hand under your chin. As he met your gaze you smiled.

“You’re really hot when you concentrate. Has anyone ever told you that?” you commented. He was taken aback by your remark, heart fluttering at your smirking face. Not missing his chance and spurred on by the comment, he scooted closer in one sweep till your knees touched and you were face to face.

“You’re one to talk. I couldn’t stop looking at you this past hour.” Gazing into your eyes, he was amused to see your smirk disappear as it was now your turn to be shocked. He reached out and tucked a stray hair behind your ear letting his hand linger, enjoying the way you sighed as he did. “Can I make good on my promise now?” He whispered, his face centimeters away, looking at your lips. The way you bit your lower lip made him want to take you there and then. The desk looked big enough. Hell, even if it wasn’t he could make it work.

“Promise?” you whispered as he watched your eyes flutter to his lips.

“To kiss you first…” Too impatient to wait for your answer, he brought his lips to yours, relishing how soft they felt under his own. He was thrilled at you returning the kiss, deepening it as you grabbed the collar of his shirt to bring him closer just like you did after the party. He was beginning to think this was your signature move, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t immensely turn him on. He moved his hand cupping your face to rest on your neck and he could feel your heartbeat mimicking his. He put his other hand around your waist pulling you closer, wanting to be as close to you as he could get. He traced his tongue over your lips, his head cloudy with endorphins as you opened your mouth inviting him in. He had never tasted something so euphoric, his tongue exploring yours in a rush.

He could feel you pushing forward as he leaned back and allowed you to straddle his lap, your legs on either side of the chair. As soon as you were on his lap, he pulled you closer, both arms around on your hips, your chest flushed with his. He kissed the side of your mouth as he made his way down your jaw to your neck. You smelt like vanilla mixed with a fresh flower garden, and he was sure this smell was better than any drug in the world. He could hear your breathy moans as he sucked where your neck met your collarbone, licking to soothe it before moving further. He wanted to taste all of you. Your hands were in his hair and each tug made him groan into you, making him harder. He could kiss you like this forever. He wanted to save this moment so he could come back to it and relive it. He traced his hands up and down your sides, moving under your shirt but remaining on your waist, enjoying the feel of your soft skin.

“Namjoon… Namjoon… slow down” he heard you say breathlessly as he felt a slight push. He looked up at you, your eyes half lidded and lusty as you grabbed his face and brought it to yours. You were sending him mixed signals, but he didn’t care as long as he could keep kissing you.

“We have to slow down or I’m going to want to fuck you right here.” You whined as you both came back up for air, but you kissed him again nevertheless. Hearing you say that made him want to do anything in his power to make that happen.

“I don’t mind, baby,” he said against your lips, kissing you with urgency, biting your lower lip and pulling it gently to elicit another moan from you. To his disappointment, you seemed to have better self-control than him as you pushed him back, both of you panting as you struggled to catch your breath. He moved his hand back to your hips tracing little circles, feeling comforted by you smoothing his hair you had pulled earlier.

“There are cameras here. I’d rather not make a sex tape on our first date.” You giggled as you pointed to the black sphere in the corner of the room. He had never hated the obsession buildings had for security more, but the crudeness of your comment made him laugh. He had almost forgotten this was your first date, it felt like he had kissed you a thousand times before. You tasted like the relief of an awning in the middle of a summer downpour.

“I think we need to cool down,” you say as you climb off of his lap. “Let’s go.”

He followed you as you led him to the little kitchenette near the end of the room, unable to resist the urge to wrap his hands around your waist in a back hug. He knew he was being too clingy for a first date, but the way you giggled and put your hands over his gave him assurance.

“Lemonade, coke, or water,” you asked as you peered into the fridge.

“You.” He smirked kissing your neck, feeling bold off of the high from your makeout session.

“Joon!” you pretended to sound scandalized as you turned in his arms, smiling warmly. The nickname made his heart swell. It added a familiarity that he didn’t know he missed from you.

“You haven’t called me Joon before. I like it” he smiled as he pecked your lips.

“Hey! We are cooling down! No kissing! Now pick” you chided and Namjoon couldn’t help but wonder if you were this assertive in bed too, a million scenarios playing in his head. Okay, you were right, he needed to cool down.

“I’ll just have water, thanks,” he said as he grabbed the bottle you passed him, opening and gulping half of it. He hadn’t realized how thirsty he was for something other than you. You both made your way to the tables, sitting across from each other.

“So did you finish your proposal?” He asked trying to cool himself but failing as he noticed you running the cold water bottle against your neck, the beads of condensation dripping on your shirt. He cleared his throat as he tried to focus his attention on your eyes, a mantra of stay focused playing in his head.

“Yes! Finally! It’s perfect.” you smiled proudly and somehow he felt a wave of pride too. “What about you? Made any progress?”

“Actually yes. I kind of finished my entire week’s writing in that one hour” he was still amazed by his own progress.

“Okay, Mr Overachiever” you joked and he chuckled.

“To be honest, I didn’t think I’d be able to write anything, but I don’t know your presence is kind of soothing. It helped me focus.” Watching your smile grow wide, he continued, “I’ve been having pretty severe burnout this past month and it has just been hard to put down my thoughts, even non-lyrical ones.” He fidgeted with the water bottle as he looked at it, avoiding eye contact.

He didn’t know why he was telling you this. He recalled when he told you about his struggles as a leader during your first conversation. Somehow being around you led him to vomit out his feelings. It was… unlike him. Namjoon was usually not this honest on dates, or relationships, as much as he would hate to admit it. That’s the reason he broke off his last one. He felt bad lying to her about a busy schedule when he just wanted to be alone. She would have understood, she was kind and thoughtful, but it just felt easier to lie and not put the effort in to explain his thoughts. Even when they broke up, he lied and told her that it was because he couldn’t handle being in a relationship at the moment, when in reality things had cooled off a while ago and he felt guilty as his feelings faded.

He felt your hand reach out and grab one of his, intertwining your fingers. He felt comforted by the gesture as you rubbed your thumb across him before you spoke two words that warmed his heart. “I understand.”

“You know it’s hard to work at full speed all the time. It’s okay to not be at a hundred all the time. The valleys feed the peaks” you continued. It was a simple remark, but it sounded surprisingly poetic to him. He hadn’t felt this understood outside of the boys for a long time. It was refreshing. It was terrifying. He resisted his natural urge to run and hide.

“Are you speaking from experience?” he asked, needing to divert the attention away from his own vulnerabilities.

“Yeah. I had it pretty tough a couple of years ago. Too much pressure from myself, too many expectations. Led to too many vices and panic attacks” you shrugged as you continued and he squeezed your hand to comfort you. “It creeps up from time to time but my therapist and I have it handled” He looked at you in awe. You hadn’t given him a throwaway answer or switched the limelight back at him. You wasted no time in being as vulnerable as him, if not more. He knew at that moment that regardless of where this thing went, he wanted you to know you better.

“Thank you for being honest.” He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it gently. It was an intimate gesture but he wanted you to know how much he appreciated your words - how much he appreciated you - in that moment. You both sat in comfortable silence for a little while, playing with each other’s hands that were still intertwined, till one of you yawned loudly causing the other to giggle. With the weight of the conversation lifting, you both fell back into playful banter as you decided to pack up and call it a night.

“Do you want me to walk you to your car?” Namjoon asked, wanting to drag the night on longer despite it already being almost 2 am.

“Don’t judge me but I actually don’t know how to drive. I was just going to cab back.” he saw you giggle bashfully as you pulled your backpack over your shoulders.

“Oh, no judgment here! Me neither” he laughed. Why does everyone think it is such a big deal to not drive? It’s better for the environment! “Do you want to take one together? I don’t really want you to ride alone this late.” He rubbed the back of his neck, hoping he didn’t come off as if he was trying to dictate what you did.

“I’d really like that,” you said as you walked towards the elevators. He held your hand as you both got on, liking the way you moved closer to him at that.

In the cab you both sat closer than necessary, his arm wrapped around you as you both made plans for your scheduled date later that day, trying not to doze off. When the cab stopped all too soon at your apartment, he kissed you gently as he told you how much he enjoyed your company.

That night laying in bed, his heart felt full as he read your goodnight message. He was sure of it now. He really wanted you in his life.

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nightswithkookmin · 3 years

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RE HOW BIGHIT MARKETS BTS

Thanks for the question dear.

Marketing is for a lot of things but in BTS's case, I'd say the primary goal of marketing them is to expose the entire group and or the individual members to an audience, a particular audience at a time, to brand them in a way that makes them appealing to that target market- to put it simply.

During one of the recent run episodes, when Jimin performed his dance from Serendipity- which I must say, God he is breathtakingly beautiful when he dances. Serendipity and the choreo is my weakness. If I see anything better than that- hold on, there's filter too. Ayayaya.

Stream Serendipity and Filter🔪

Oh and did y'all see JM's bit in Film out? Omg! I'm afraid I'd have to fly to South K to kiss his talented ass morning, afternoon, evening.

Who's coming?

Anywho, when Jimin performed Serendipity on Run and suggested that was the dance the staff was performing, the members- cough RM, quickly pointed out how he was plugging, self promoting (to Run's target audience)

Run has a different demographic.

When Suga talked about them not being funny on their Let's BTS show on KBS the Host pointed out how they were actually funny in their Run episodes.

A lot of Army(who are already fans of BTS or each individual member) watch Run but not all who watch Run are Army or even listen to BTS songs. So any performance of an individual's music or choreo would attract such a 'unique' viewer who might go on to become that member's stan or bias etc.

Similarly, when a member embarks on a solo project they are exposed to a new or unique audience. That's where most of the solo stans come from.

For V, his fanbase are not just made up of people who enjoy him as a musician but as an actor as well.

He has a strong fanbase in SK outside of 'Army' because of his exposure to the Korean market beyond BTS and this comprises of his musical collaborations with Korean Artists and film companies such as his OST Sweet Night on the series Itaewon class.

It's the same with Suga and IU, his Agust D mixtapes which draws in audiences that are not necessarily into boybands, RM's Mono whixh attracts strong hiphop fans, Jimin's dance collaborations with Taemin for example and his contemporary dance performance which attracts people in the world of contemporary dance and ballet- point in case the black swan performance at the end of the year, Jin and Hobi's MCing etc.

All these projects exposes them to unique audiences and markets outside of Army or BTS's own fanbase.

And I think the best way to understand how this is important or how this affects BigHit's marketing approach is to look at their recent YouQuiz interviews.

Jimin, Jhope and JK were paired to attract aspiring dancers or persons who want to be dancers and learn from these three dance leaders of BTS- or at least they were paired to appeal to them in my opinion.

Tae and RM were equally paired to appeal to creatives and creative minds and persons who are more into composing and writing lyrics and are full of passion and musical geniuses.

Jin and Suga were paired to appeal to mature audiences.

Ten out of ten when any pair is paired in BTS it is for marketing reasons to appeal to certain fanbase or audiences and are often strategic moves unless of course it's to balance things out to not create the impression they are promoting subunits within the group in furtherance of the BTS kumbaya agenda- Team over units or solos.

So Jikook are not gonna be allowed to sit together all the time even if they want to, neither would JinKook, or Sope.

They shake and reshuffle sometimes.

And like Tae said in his 2018 VLive, the company decides who they collaborate in or what market to promote them in.

Tae was allowed to collaborate with Adora on his Chrismas song but not Jimin- which to me is very homophobic but it goes to show the company has a say in who they work with and most importantly which market they work in.

For JK, he's been working his way within the American marke and building a strong fanbase internationally from his English covers of Justin Bieber, Troye Sivan, to his collaboration with Charlie Puth, and most recently Jason Derulo in Savage love- that's a lot of English speaking fanbase he's attracting and appealing to outside of Army.

Tae's English mixtape would achieve a similar feat and draw in a lot of English speaking fans.

Bts did the same with dynamite and coldplay's Fix you.

So by allowing JK to work with renowned Japanese Artists and film companies, collaborating and composing original sound tracks for them such as his Your eyes tell OST, Film out, etc. he is appealing to and drawing in a Japanese audience.

As Hobi explained in his 2019 January Vlive, their mixtapes, solo projects, collaborations with Artists outside of BTS are all ways for them to expand their fanbase individually and build their portfolio.

And these new fans are mostly going to be solo stans who stan him for his music composing abilities but of course some may fall in love with BTS as well and go on to become Army so it's a win win situation.

WOULDN'T THE OTHERS OBJECT

Yes and no.

As long as the company isn't pushing him as a soloist outside of BTS and creating a separate brand with him outside of BTS's own brand I don't think the boys would object to it.

That was the problem they had/have with Jikook. In my opinion.

The company branding Jikook, distinctifying them from the group as a 'couple' subunit, selling their chemistry to fans and advertisers really doesn't and didn't sit well with the group. AT ALL.

In my opinion of course.

You can't create a brand within a brand.

It goes against Bang PD's own objective of prioritizing the team over all else which is what sold the members in the first place.

I just think in JK's case, since 2020, they are just trying to help him find himself and his bearing and his purpose.

He's been trying to find himself since 2020 and he'd talked about losing his passion and had had his passion hijacked and commercialized by the company.

He used to say he didn't know what he was going to do with himself and his life and career after BTS- having him work on music videos, directing, composing, reading these are all ways that they are doing right by him if you ask me.

They are helping him not trying to push their own agendas- which is not to say they might not change their minds about it in the future.

JK is an artist being managed by the company and they owe a duty to him to make the right business decisions for him with his consent- can't stress on the consent bit enough.

Personally, I'm happy about Japan because they are and are shaping out to be queer friendly and have a bit of progressive laws and conducive environments for queer artists to flourish in- if coming out would ruin their careers that's one less worry.

Which by the way I hate anyone who peddles this 'coming out will ruin their careers' nonsense because I can tell you one hundred percent that that is rooted in homophobia and it's not OK.

Don't tell that to no queer people shut up. You are not helping.

I know some say that out of genuine concerns for the boys but PLEASE DON'T. Don't use fear to keep queer people hidden and out of sight. Don't promote closet safety. Rhetorics like that only perpetuate queer invisibility and homophobia- do I need to spell it out to your liberal homophobic ass?!

Coming out is entirely up to them regardless of the risk you think is involved. If they want to take it. They'll take it. It's their choice to make regardless of whatever consequence.

That there are or should be consequences is a problem in of itself.

I don't want to hear 'if JK comes out he's been stupid and reckless and putting Jimin's career at risk'

'If he loves Jimin he wouldn't come out'

Go ahead kiss it😌

If he wants to stay closested respect it. If he wants to come out RESPECT IT TOO.

Support him either ways goddammit!

Y'all gone get me bothered like that huh.

JK POTENTIALLY WITHOUT JIMIN

They both have different career objectives.

I know Jimin says JK is imitating him but chilee JK is his own person. Lol.

Jimin plays too much.

He has his own aspirations.

In 2014 Jimin posted this Christmas song he did with JK. In 2020 he posted his own Christmas song without Jk.

It's not hard to see where his interests in music lie as a musician.

JK covered We don't talk anymore by himself and later did a collaboration with Jimin on the same song. He's done Fools with RM- see where I'm going with this?

Suga said he was more likely to write pop songs for JK but write dance songs for Jimin.

Jk said in the Be interviews bang PD advised him to consider dance performances when writing songs as he himself is a dancer too and need to incorporate in his compositions.

They are two distinct artists and at some point it would become necessary to brand, promote and encourage their uniqueness in their professional lives. They don't got to be tethered to each other all the time.

Personally, I don't think BigHit would want to push official subunits within BTS- yet and it's inclination towards Jikook have always been because of their marketing appeal rather than to further a career objective for both of them.

This goes back to the pairing objectives I talked about earlier. If they are going to pair Jikook professionally as an official subunit within the group it wouldn't be because they are a couple and ought to be together all the time but because it is smart for them to do so business wise.

If their pairing isn't commercially profitable they won't be paired at all- unless of course Jikook themselves want and request to be paired in that way. Know what I mean?

They each signed separate contracts with the company from day dot. They didn't sign on as a unit.

Whether or not they've decided they are a package deal I cannot say- yet, as their new contract just came into effect.

We would have to observe how they are being handled by the company going forward.

HE'D NEVER DO IT WOULD HE

Come now sis...

It's not like he's leaving Jimin😅

Jimin and Jhope were equally sent to Japan for promotion purposes without JK.

Out of all seven, Namjoon is the most promoted member in the international Market not just because he speaks English but because he is often made the spokes person for the group in interviews, at awards straight up to the UN.

Look how happy they all were and how chatty they were at the KBS Let's BTS interview.

I mean they all talked about it. About how they can't say much on foreign forums and often step into Namjoon's shadows.

RM is the most recognized and dare I say the most liked member out of all seven in the international market outside Army and their music profession.

In Japan they all have a chance to be front and center at interviews etc.

It just so happens that JK as it stands is the one member pushing to build a portfolio within that market.

Let's pray he gets mainstream and build a strong presence within the music industry there because we all know he's gonna drag Jimin up there with him😏

Just pay attention to the songs he's written and the parts Jimin sings in them- he makes Jimin shine on those songs.

They have so much potential my God.

Let's support them individually and as a unit.

I purple you and sorry I had to respond here.

Stay gold. Let's keep supporting and rooting for our guys.

Signed,

GOLDY

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timextoxhajima · 3 years

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Grounded: Level 10 (Final)

Level 9 | Masterlist

Member: Minho (Lee Know)

Genre: idol minho x idol trainee reader

Taglist: @jaehyvnsvalentine @licorice526 @lolwhatameme @felixn-recs @yunapixie @rindomo @sleeping-hero-of-procastination

A/N: You will see an article in here that is FAKE I repeat it is FAKE do NOT repost it or else I will come for your throat-

We have come to the end of yet another fic, though this one has 0 smut and nothing extraordinary, it was a blast writing this regardless. I’ll be back soon lovelies! Love, dana <3

“Hey, hey, hey,” Minho hurriedly follows you into his bedroom, where Hyunjin and Seungmin were busy playing League of Legends together. “The two of you want an invitation to get out?”

“Oh, no, is this about the news-”

Chan’s voice rings from the living room outside. “Seungmin-ah, Hyunjin-ie, give them some space, would you?”

Crashing into Minho’s bed, your face is lucky it’s completely ridden of makeup before you bury your face into his pillow. Hyunjin’s face is strained, and Seungmin, for once, offers Lee Know a gentler pair of eyes that beg to tell him that he’s trying his best to empathise.

Hyunjin waits by the door frame for Seungmin to step out of the room, then rests his hand on the door handle to pull it shut.

“You’ll take care of her, won’t you?”

“Is she your girlfriend or mine?”

Hyunjin snickers, standing straight up and pulls the door. “Good.”

The door clicks shut, and you can hear Minho turning on the lock so that none of his younger members could barge in later on. This was going to be a long, arduous conversation.

“y/n, talk to me. Why are you crying? Are you scared or worried or-”

“All of the above.”

“Do you want JYP and HYBE to call this off? Then we can just let Dispatch do it’s job and find us out like the good ol’ days.”

“No, no, I don’t hate the idea,” Sniffling, you peel yourself off the surface of his bed and sit up, leaning against the wall with your feet by his thighs. He scoots over next to you and leans against the wall as well, head tilted to watch the tears stream down your face. His finger brushes across your cheek, and he gingerly wipes it on his own shirt before wiping off another.

“I just... I don’t want this so sabotage Stray Kids or WI5HES, y’know? Ju Rin was right... we don’t have a strong fanbase - what if we crumble before we can fly? I’m the second oldest in my group and what am I going to do or how am I going to answer to... like, Gahyun or So Eun or Minjung’s parents when this plan goes to shit?”

“Bang PD-nim did say HYBE and JYP will offer all the help and protection we needed, no?” His voice is quiet and a little sing-song-y as he sits up against the wall, sliding his arm over yours before interlocking his fingers. “And about your younger members, I’m sure Ju Rin knows what to do about them. Besides, this is in conjunction with the South Korean Human Rights Act. It’s political now. Fans can’t just bash us then expect us to go back to before this.”

It feels like your soul’s sunken in on itself - it’s great news, but why does it feel so heavy? Sliding down the wall and your rear digging deeper into the mattress, Minho remains quiet and breathing when you rest your head on his shoulder, and you feel the weight of his head and cheek pressing against the crown of your hair.

“What if this just goes to shit?” The breathy worry comes out in a mere exhale. Minho’s shoulder rise and fall with his breathing; his thumb comes over yours to stroke your finger joint.

“Forget about HYBE and JYP and Dispatch for a moment... I’m scared we won’t last.”

His shoulders heave, then shifts under your cheek so he can hold your face in his palms.

You detect his anxiety first before you can realise what was happening.

Yet the comfort supercedes your worries in that moment of forever, when Minho shuts his eyes and you follow suit, letting his nose press into your cheek and his lips sweet against yours.

Your cheeks burn in his palms, though they were already warm before, and your hands are awkwardly clutching the material of his bedsheets by your legs.

He stops, then pulls away and presses his forehead to yours as his thumbs wipe away the streaks your tears left behind on your cheeks.

“If you trust me, then trust that I need you as much as you need me, so I promise you, I will do everything I can to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

Minho presses another kiss into your forehead, hands cupping your cheeks with yours over his knuckles. It felt good - knowing that he’d be by your side through this ordeal. The unnoticeable smirk on his face as he leans in again, the tip of his nose already pressing into your cheek makes you smile, but just as his breath hits your lips-

“LeE KNooOWWOWOWOOOWOWWO hYUNNgggG~”

“Agh-- Felix!”

“What? I was- I was just trying to lighten the mood-”

“There’s nothing to lighten- get away from the door!”

“But- I just- OW- that’s my finger!”

A gentle laughter breaks through you, fingers curling around the flesh of Minho’s palm to remove them off your face.

“Eish... And just when I thought I could get another one of those...”

Hyunjin snatches the phone out of Jisung’s hands, eyes scanning the screen. “Wow, I definitely did not see this coming so fast. It feels different when it’s out.”

“Give that back--”

“So, what now?” Hyunjin rests his hands on his hips, watching Minho pat the lower area of your back as you finish texting Ju Rin.

“WI5HES is on their way here right now. We’ll be having a joint meeting, them and us. Bang PD-nim and JYP have things to tell us,” Chan pulls off his cap and runs his hands through his hair before he shoves it back on.

“Wait, WI5HES is on the way here now?”

The dual voices catch the attention of the entire room. Jeongin is staring at Changbin in utter dismay (and confusion). The younger’s hands fly up to point to Changbin, who immediately does the same as well.

“WHO IS IT?”

Minho’s eyes widen and laughs like a manic. Now, the confusion is starting to whelm you too. You know about Min Jung and Jeong In, but who is Changbin--

“Awwww noooo,” Chan groans and face palms. Seungmin’s shaking his head in the background and Hyunjin and Felix are leaning on Jisung for support, his uncontrollable laughter completely silent and obviously sucking the life out of him.

“I- I’m your hyung, so you- you better say yours first!” Changbin messily waves his index finger in Jeong In’s face. The maknae’s cheeks are blushing, and it tickles you to know why.

“I-I am not dating anybody from WI5HES, that’s for sure-”

“Oh my God,” You lean into Minho’s ear and whisper. “Changbin doesn’t know about Min Jung?”

He grins and shakes his head. “I’m a good hyung, I don’t sell people’s secrets to anybody else, not even if we were in the same group.”

“AhHhHH stop stalling!” Changbin’s anxiety is making you and Minho crack up even more, though you are just waiting for Changbin to reveal who he was interested in. “QUicKLY sAY WHo it is yOu’rE INtERESTEd in!!!”

Jeong In groans in frustration, both his hands burying into his hair. “Ahh...”

Chan’s glaring at the both of them now, slightly exasperated.

“OKay, okay... I just... I may or may not have a thing for Min Jung, okay? I just- OW!” The slap nearly echoes through the studio. He rubs his arm and stumbles away from Changbin, who looks a mixture of annoyed and relieved. “WHAT WAS THAT FOR-”

“She’s underaged you- you- you stupid!” He sneers and bares his teeth, then his voice gets super low. “But at least it’s not my girl.”

“YAH!” Chan flings his cap directly into Changbin’s face. “It’s your turn, else I will whoop yer ass when they come!”

Changbin fumbles, trying to catch the cap but fails miserably, earning snickers and snorts from the younger members. He freezes awkwardly, with his hands placed atop one another above his abdomen.

“You better tell us which one it is before Chan hyung whoops you,” Felix lowly warns. Changbin, however, deemed it fit to suddenly bolt for the studio door, hands fumbling messily to get a grip on the handle before the door finally clicks open.

But he almost runs down the person on the other side of the door, and Changbin jumps in almost-unbelievable surprise with his face reddening all over. Your hands fly to your mouth when you see who Changbin’s absolutely gushing about, and Minho breaks out into the most frantic laughter possible.

“Oh?” Ju Rin’s eyes widen. “Changbin-sshi! Are you okay?”

#lee minho fanfic #lee know scenarios #lee know #lee know fanfic #skz lee #skz lee know scenarios #stray kids lee know #stray kids scenarios #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz lee know

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joheun-saram · 4 years

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To Make a Power Couple (knj) | 02

Chapter 2 - Pizza and Life Chats

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Summary- Namjoon and Y/N go on their first date, and Namjoon is whipped.

word count- 5k

pairing- idol!namjoon x ceo!reader

rating- pg13 for now

genre- series, slow burn, fluff eventual smut, strangers2lovers

warnings- mentions of hangovers and panic attacks, tooth-rottingly fluffy

Feedback much appreciated! 💕

taglist - @beach-bitch-bitch-beach, @sassyuniversitytacopeanut

Last month was hell. He had procrastinated on his songs and none of the vocal guides were even halfway done before the due date. Everytime he tried to finish a song a new one would pop up in his head and he would start on that, leading to a hard drive full of files labelled “finish soon” and “draft”, and a notebook full of scratched out scribbles. It was like his brain had decided to abandon him, deciding it had had enough of his perpetual melancholy. He had felt drained and burnt out, a husk with no creative juices left. Luckily, Yoongi and a few of the producers had taken pity on his stressed out state and lent a hand so he had been able to finish the bare minimum three days ago - before the label pressured him further. He was never more grateful for a small break.

As he brushed his teeth today, he smiled at the mirror. Last month may have been terrible, but last night was one of the best he’d had in the past year.

When he had heard Bang PD’s team talk about how they were attending the charity gala as he met them for notes on his songs, he was intrigued. He had read about this non-profit in the paper before. They seemed to be helping bridge the gap between people through communication and that spoke to him. So much so that he had scrolled through their website multiple times, reading testimonials and almost memorizing the mission statement. They wanted to help kids learn English for free so they could communicate globally. He really liked the idea. It was hard for him to learn the language as a kid and he knew that the only reason he became as fluent as he is from the tutors his parents paid for and his obsession with American television and music. Although he doesn’t need the tutoring anymore, he does enjoy talking to the in-house tutor at the company, John, from time to time and improving his skills. The fact that this company wanted to add a John to every school in Korea starting from the rural areas, made Namjoon want to meet the man behind the movement. Little did he know, he’d be meeting the girl who’d shift his idea of the ideal.

He had never been more glad to have convinced his company to let him and the boys attend an event. He had initially suggested it as a way to break the mundane before their comeback practices started and network while supporting a cause he liked. Two days ago, he wouldn’t have guessed it would be an actual fun night leading to him nursing a headache.

He spent the next hour reliving last night as he showered and caught up on the news. He also read the messages he sent last night over a hundred times and had butterflies each time. Wasn’t he too old for butterflies? He wanted to message you again but everytime he tried, he ended up overthinking it. Everything sounded forced or cheesy, and it was worse than any writer’s block. He threw his phone on the bed in frustration watching it bounce and land on the floor, before he grabbed it and pocketed it. Hopping around to get rid of his nerves, he decided to take a break from rereading the thread he already had memorized and check in with everyone. If his hangover was this bad he can’t imagine theirs.

“How’re you guys feeling this morning?” He asked as he sat across from Yoongi.

“This is why I don’t drink. Why did no one stop me?” Taehyung whined as he rose from the floor to leave, massaging his head.

“Honestly, I owe you big time. She was… amazing. I don’t think I’ve talked to someone that comfortably in a while” Namjoon sighed wistfully.

“I’ll add cupid to my resume,” he deadpanned. “Is she tolerating you for another date?”

“Or you could just ask her how’s her hangover today. Jeez. Do I have to draft each of your messages? Stop being a dumbass and text the person you like.” Yoongi scoffed, clearly over Namjoon’s sudden and uncharacteristic insecurities.

Namjoon gave a resigned sigh as he reached for his phone and wrote out exactly what Yoongi suggested. Hey, he was his hyung for a reason - he had a full 6 months of life experience on him.

Namjoon: Hey! Hope your hangover is not too bad today.

As soon as the message was sent, he started getting nervous. Tapping his foot incessantly while staring at his phone, willing it to buzz, annoying Yoongi enough to leave him alone on the couch in the process.

Y/N: Hi to you too! I actually don’t get hangovers so I’m doing great lol. What about you?

Namjoon: What do you mean you don’t get hangovers?

Y/N: I don’t know. Can’t get dehydrated if you’re always dehydrated!

Namjoon: That… makes no sense. Do I need to start reminding you to drink water?

Y/N: Only if you’re better than this app on my phone…

Namjoon: I can guarantee you I’m better than any app on this planet.

Y/N: Wow. Big claims! We’ll have to put it to the test I suppose.

Y/N: You never told me how you’re feeling. Oh and how’s Taehyung? Is he okay?

Namjoon: He’s doing fine. Made a pact to never drink again and if i’m being honest, I’m going to join him. I am shocked that your head is not exploding as well.

The conversation Monday, however, was fairly sparse, and Namjoon was eager to set up plans for the next day, so that night he decided to call you.

“Hello, this is Y/N” you sounded distant, almost too formal. He felt nervous.

“Hi… uh... this is Namjoon. Is this a bad time?”

“Hi sorry about that! How are you?” He relaxed at your airy tone and smiled.

“I’m good. Are you still at work?”

“Yeah it’s only like 7 so it’s no big deal. I usually leave around 8” Were you serious?

“Sorry about that. I didn’t realize I overworked my team. Had to send the troops home” you laughed and Namjoon felt his heart flutter.

“I don’t wanna keep you from going home. I can call you back once you get there” he offered. He felt bad that you were staying in an empty office on his account.

“It’d be pretty boring for you to watch me just type away. Are you sure? It’s pretty late.” He was sure his cheeks would hurt from how wide he smiled.

“It’s not a problem at all. I was going to work tonight too.” He wasn’t. “We can just work together. I’ll bring food. Did you eat yet?” his words tumbled over each other.

“How very college of you.” He could hear you giggling on the line. “Now that I think about it - I’m starving.”

“Okay text me the address, I’ll be there soon.”

He had never been this excited to pretend to work.

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“You know you’re not half bad!” He exclaimed as he set the pizza on the table, pulling a chair next to yours and settling down.

“Do you think your fake compliments will save you from the fact that you were spying on me?” you asked, crossing your hands across your chest, pretending to scowl but failing to.

“First, real compliment. Second, would pizza save me?” He opened the box and proudly smiled, loving the way your eyes lit up as you reached for a slice.

“Yes it will!” you exclaimed as you took your first bite, lightly moaning at the taste. “But erase that memory from your brain please.”

“Oh I have a proposal due for a meeting tomorrow at noon and I’m only halfway through it.” you frowned wistfully at the screen as if willing it to type on its own.

“Can I help?” He asked, knowing fully well that he couldn’t. He just had an overwhelming urge to make that frown disappear.

“You being here is help enough,” you smiled sincerely as you looked at him and he felt his heart explode, a blush creeping on his cheeks as he smiled bashfully. “What are you working on?”

“I have a few songs I have to finish the lyrics for. Been procrastinating” he rubbed the back of his neck as he pulled out the notebook from his back pocket.

“Promise?” you whispered as he watched your eyes flutter to his lips.

“To kiss you first...” Too impatient to wait for your answer, he brought his lips to yours, relishing how soft they felt under his own. He was thrilled at you returning the kiss, deepening it as you grabbed the collar of his shirt to bring him closer just like you did after the party. He was beginning to think this was your signature move, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t immensely turn him on. He moved his hand cupping your face to rest on your neck and he could feel your heartbeat mimicking his. He put his other hand around your waist pulling you closer, wanting to be as close to you as he could get. He traced his tongue over your lips, his head cloudy with endorphins as you opened your mouth inviting him in. He had never tasted something so euphoric, his tongue exploring yours in a rush.

“Namjoon… Namjoon... slow down” he heard you say breathlessly as he felt a slight push. He looked up at you, your eyes half lidded and lusty as you grabbed his face and brought it to yours. You were sending him mixed signals, but he didn’t care as long as he could keep kissing you.

“I think we need to cool down,” you say as you climb off of his lap. “Let’s go.”

“Lemonade, coke, or water,” you asked as you peered into the fridge.

“You.” He smirked kissing your neck, feeling bold off of the high from your makeout session.

“Joon!” you pretended to sound scandalized as you turned in his arms, smiling warmly. The nickname made his heart swell. It added a familiarity that he didn’t know he missed from you.

“You haven’t called me Joon before. I like it” he smiled as he pecked your lips.

“Yes! Finally! It’s perfect.” you smiled proudly and somehow he felt a wave of pride too. “What about you? Made any progress?”

“Actually yes. I kind of finished my entire week’s writing in that one hour” he was still amazed by his own progress.

“Okay, Mr Overachiever” you joked and he chuckled.

“Are you speaking from experience?” he asked, needing to divert the attention away from his own vulnerabilities.

“Do you want me to walk you to your car?” Namjoon asked, wanting to drag the night on longer despite it already being almost 2 am.

“Don’t judge me but I actually don’t know how to drive. I was just going to cab back.” he saw you giggle bashfully as you pulled your backpack over your shoulders.

“I’d really like that,” you said as you walked towards the elevators. He held your hand as you both got on, liking the way you moved closer to him at that.

That night laying in bed, his heart felt full as he read your goodnight message. He was sure of it now. He really wanted you in his life.

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samiii-p · 3 years

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miss temptation (I don’t think you know) 1/?

aka The Maryan Roommate AU no one asked for 🙃 ao3

“You need a home address by next week or I’m writing you up.”

Fuck

Scratching an 'X' over another available apartment listing in the newspaper, Ryan grunts, blacking it out in her frustration. This one was her last true option within her price range and it was about the size of a walk-in closet with a communal bathroom to boot.

And no, just no. God no.

At least the last one had a view. It was a brick wall of the neighboring apartment but one nonetheless.

“You know for someone who needed this job, you sure don’t look the part.”

Sucking her teeth, Ryan glances up from her troubles, spots Luke in his custom three piece suit, grumbles and glances back at the paper where the only options left cost an arm and a leg to stay. Gotham wasn’t cheap by any stretch of the imagination, but selling her organs on a monthly basis just to get by didn’t seem all that appealing either.

“What do you want, Luke?”

“Can’t a guy just stop by?”

“Sure.” Ryan says, flipping the newspaper to the next page, maybe she could find something outside of town. The commute would be hell, but at least she’d have an address and her parole officer would finally get off her back. “I take it that’s not what you’re here for though.”

She hears him harrumph and nothing else. He does it a second later, again … and again.

“Okay, how can I help you?” She asks, sliding her current issues down the counter. Another 18 months in jail won’t hurt, let alone leaving the city in shambles when Batwoman disappears again .

Luke tilts his chin, hard line forming between his brows, a look Ryan has grown accustomed to over the past few weeks. Even though he’s apologized and promised to give her a chance until Kate’s return, there's still a tiny bit of friction lying beneath the surface no matter how much they both try to ignore it.

Reaching into his breast pocket he unearths a photo and slides it across the bar into Ryan’s line of vision. A picture of a black mask, outlined like a skeleton, stares up at her with cold hard eyes. In the corner a coiled snake is drawn with Luke’s handwriting underneath.

Snakebite - fear toxin/mushrooms

“Um, who or what am I looking at?”

He thumps the photo twice. “I was hoping you could tell me. You said you run in similar circles-”

“- ran.”

“As Victor Zsasz, I was hoping you could tell me a little about our friend here.”

“Sorry to tell you this but, no.” She pushes off the bar with a huff, nodding at the photo. “Whoever this person is, is new in town. At least to me.”

“Yeah, well his snakebite is hitting the streets like a plague and no one knows its source. There’s only this photo as a possible supplier but there’s no name, no facial recognition, no origin or leaks, no nothing.”

“So what do we do?”

“You suit up.”

Heat signature enabled, Ryan takes a look around the abandoned building noting two low level street hands Luke identifies as TJ Pillar: 1 to 3 strike for armed robbery and Curtis Armstrong: out on parole for possession.

“Come on, dude.”

She totally gets how uneasy it is to get back on your feet after spending a little over a year incarcerated but at least try to do better.

“What?” Luke asks through the coms, Ryan ignores him, scouting more of the building. It’s been over an hour and nothing. They wouldn’t be here if no one was coming but it’s growing closer to midnight and she has to be back at work at nine.

“Can’t I just bring them in? It’s late.”

“I mean you could, but it’ll be a waste of time. The guys on the street don’t know anything except to wait for the drop here.”

“And we couldn’t call in Gotham PD or the Crows for surveillance because..?”

“Hey, you wanted the job, this is what it entails.”

Behind the mask, Ryan’s eyes roll, mocking this is what the job entails meh meh, like she's a child grounded for the night, which, all things considered…

“Besides, it’s not like you have anything better to do.”

“Okay! Okay!” Over the coms, Ryan hears hushed voices arguing, a muffled ‘no’ then the sound of chairs being switched, Luke’s voice replaced by Mary’s, “heeey, girl. How ya’ doing?”

She smirks, attitude vanishing the moment the heiress speaks. Call it a general preference to all things sans-Luke based but she’d one hundred present rather talk to Mary until the butt crack of dawn instead of Mr. Kate would do it like this and Kate would do it like that. For starters Mary’s a lot nicer. Calmer. Funnier, I mean the girl’s one liners are top tier, bone tickling funny.

And well, she was a hell of a lot prettier too.

“Oh, you know, just pulling an all-nighter right before my day shift.”

A hiss sounds dramatically over the intercoms, the image of Mary’s twisted face pops up and Ryan can almost see the apple of her cheeks bunching and her eyes closing in that cute ass scrunchy face she makes when she’s thinking hard or embarrassed clear as day.

“Don’t worry about it, you can always come in later.”

“You enable her by making exceptions.”

“Luke!”

“What!?”

More muffled noises, a bang and yelp later Mary comes back on. “What I was getting at is that if you want to come in a little bit late, it’s totally fine or we can even change your schedule to mid-day, as your boss and fellow bat accomplice, I would totally understand.”

The corner of Ryan lips quirks up, “you don’t have to do that.”

“I do. We don’t know for sure how long you’ll be out tonight. Coming in afterwards is going to be draining-”

“It’ll be draining for all of us.” Luke yells.

“Shh!”

Unfortunately, Luke has a point. It's not fair on the team if she’s the only one taking the easy way out when they all have lives and responsibilities outside of the cave to adhere to, and a mid-day shift would never work anyway. Mid-day is Officer Steven’s favorite time of day to intrude on Ryan’s life.

“No that’s okay,” Ryan says, “Luke’s right. I have to put on my big girl panties and suck it up like everyone else, besides, I’m going to be too busy selling body parts for an overpriced cardboard box in the foreseeable future or it's a one way ticket back to Black Gate-”

“Wait, what-?”

“Oh, hold up.” An engine alerts Ryan to an incoming vehicle speeding into the warehouse disrupting their conversation. “We got action.”

Censors pick up on a lone body inside, facial recognition scanners kick on and work to identify the driver’s profile as well as the car’s make, model design, vehicle number and license plate number are all shot over to home base for further analysis. She twitches them off once complete just in time to see a window roll down and a hand throw two duffle bags out the window before speeding off.

“Did we get anything?”

A beat passes before Mary’s back on, “Not yet. Gotham PD and the Crows database has no facial identification, Luke’s expanding the search but the car is unmarked, plates false, even the tires vin numbers have been scrubbed. Whoever this person is, really doesn’t want to be found.”

From Ryan’s personal experience, news like that is never good. Someone that deep undercover either has a checkbook large enough to make themselves disappear or an iron grip so ruthless the utter mention of their name is probable cause for permanent removal. This was going to be harder than any of them expected.

“Keep me posted.”

Kicking off the beam she leaps down sticking another perfect grand entrance; hoping the acclaimed symbol printed on her chest will be enough to scare off the bad guys for once.

She is really tired after all.

Unfortunately, Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dumb both reach for guns, shooting before she can warn them to stand down. And there goes her ‘early’ night. Figures.

“Ya’ll know I’m fucking bullet proof, right?”

Another bullet ricochets off the suit as she takes a step forward. Idiots. Surprisingly they keep at it until the clip clinks, empty, and Ryan comes face to face with Curtis who tries throwing a punch she easily ducks, coming back up to head butt him so hard his knees crumple. His coworker steps up and he’s a bit more of a challenge throwing blow for blow with her until she ducks up under him and comes back with a roundhouse kick to his Adams apple. He clutches his windpipe, now down on one knee she delivers the final blow to the bridge of his nose.

She picks up the bags and hightails it out of there, latching onto a high beam for an easy escape, and heads towards G.C.P.D where she drops the contraband with a note attached of where they can find the assailants tied up and ready for arrest.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re homeless!?”

Ryan wonders if disrupting her day as a civilian was going to become normal protocol for Luke and Mary going forward and on a recurring basis.

“I wouldn’t say homeless.”

“How else would you classify living out of your van down by the docks?”

“Surviving on wheels – ow!” Ryan giggles, rubbing her shoulder and doesn’t know whether to cower or soothe the frustrating scowl rapidly spreading across her friend’s face. “How’d you find out?”

“I had Luke track you after you left last night.”

“Wow, talk about invasion of privacy.”

“And for good reason, why didn’t you say anything?”

Ryan flips an empty glass, dries it out before placing it on the rack and considers how to move the conversation forward, possibly far, far away from this topic all together. The best she comes up with is, “it’s handled.”

Handled ends up being a 200 square feet one room apartment Mary demands to see. The bedroom, kitchen and living room are all one in the same but at least she has her own bathroom. The walls are paper thin, she’s pretty certain the constant dripping sound is coming from the kitchen, one she can easily fix after a YouTube tutorial or two, and a hotter than hell furnace the landlord warns her not to touch when the temperature is anywhere over 60 F unless she enjoys suffocating.

She watches Mary take in the room, the petite brunette moving in a slow swirl on her heels, lip turned down and Ryan just knows it’s not good when they make eye contact.

“Nu-uh.”

“What do you mean nu-uh?” Confused, Ryan watches Mary storm past her and out the door. “Mary! Mary, what does that mean? Mary!?”

Mary breaks her housing contract. When Ryan tries to object she quickly learns that all 5’2 of Mary Hamilton-Kane is nothing to play against and a powerhouse forced to be reckoned with.

… It kind of gets Ryan hot under the collar watching Mary tell her landlord exactly what’s about to happen, and cutting a check like it's nothing in the process.

Assertive has always kinda been her type.

“You’ll be staying here.”

Mary says, showing Ryan around her penthouse in the upper echelon of Gotham City. The apartment is just shy the size of a department store, the lounge being big enough to take up most of the square footage, built in with four bedrooms, one now officially hers, one for guests and another used for office space and three huge bathrooms big enough to house a football team.

“Jesus,” the name slips under her breath as she takes it all in. This place is – is. It’s too much. “I can’t afford this.”

The carpet under her feet probably cost more money than she'll ever see in her lifetime.

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m not asking you to pay anything.” Ryan quickly gets shut down as Mary carries on, “until you can save enough money to get back on your feet. It’s the least I can do. Being this city’s vigilante is hard work. The last thing you need to worry about is where you’re going to lay your head at night.”

It makes sense, but still. “I’m not comfortable asking you - I won’t use you.”

“You’re not.” The med student emphasizes. Mary takes the box out of her hands and places it on a dresser. “My home is yours now, bestie. Stay as long as you want to.” And before Ryan can prepare herself, Mary’s arms are snug around her waist and her cover girl smile is beaming up at her.

This is going to be terrible.

It’s worse.

Far worse than Ryan could have ever predicted. Not only is Mary super considerate of her new roommate, but she makes her resources Ryan’s own. She’s never slept so good, ate so well or drank water so delicious for that matter. Until recently she thought water was just water but Mary’s fridge is full of this alkaline stuff straight from the mountains, and Ryan swears she can never look back.

“You want pickles?”

Ryan visibly gulps, sitting on the couch, eyes focused on anything other than Mary prancing around the kitchen in her underwear. Mary’s always been super comfortable in her skin but especially at home when she’s surrounded by her things in her place of peace and why shouldn’t she be, this is her home. Ryan wants her to go about as she normally would, actually prefers if Mary pretended Ryan wasn't there altogether. The last thing she wants is to intrude or take up space but she can only take so much. It’s been nearly a month of coming home to Mary asking how her day was, waking up to Mary smiling at her over homemade breakfast or passing out on the couch cuddled together after another failed movie night. There’s only so much she can take.

What they’re doing is borderline domestic. And Ryan’s too gay for this.

“…pickles?”

“Hmm – what?”

“I asked if you want pickles on your sandwich?”

"Uh, sure."

Handing her a plate, Mary plops down on the couch leaving no space between the two and licks the pad of her thumb, humming pleasantly at the taste.

Ryan bites the inside of her cheek. “So, what are we watching?”

Hopefully something gory, and bloody staring a cis-het white male. Anything to take Ryan’s mind off of Mary Hamilton.

Mary chooses Its Okay Not to be Okay on Netflix and by the end of episode 2 both girls are huddled together, simping hard for all the three leading actors. Mary is obsessed with Kim Soo-Hyun's entire face and Ryan’s pretty sure if Seo Ye-Ji stomped on her in six inch heels and dragged her through the mud, she’d thank her.

At least they can agree Oh Jung-se is a freaking king and is killing his role as Moon Sang Tae.

It's nearly midnight before they start to turn in, cleaning up the little mess they made, Ryan shuts off the lights and walks Mary to her room; the first door to the right.

“Night.”

It kind of feels like a date, which is absurd. She knows. But can you blame her when pillow soft lips press against her cheek and Mary breathes, “sleep tight, Ryan” in her ear. Its stupid. She’s being stupid, and seeing things that arent there. Or maybe she needs to get laid. Whatever she needs to do, Mary can’t be a part of it.

After weeks of failed interrogations the team finally manages to catch a break. A source looking to get out and start over leaks the warehouse location where a scheduled supply of ingredients are due to be shipped in at any day now. Niko of course makes Batwoman promise to protect him at all cost and that means working with the Crows.

“Where’s the shipment being dropped?” Sophie asks.

“Unimportant.”

The lieutenant cocks her head to the side, unsurprised at how this conversation is going. The Bat has never worked well with authority in this town, no matter who dons the emblem.

“The only thing I need is for you to make sure Niko is somewhere safe, undetected.”

“Is he at least willing to stand trial in the event you manage to catch this guy?”

“I think that all depends on if your team can keep him alive. Crow.”

The alley is dark, damp and the chill fogs Sophie’s breath as she sighs. “You're going to get yourself killed. I know you have something against my badge and everything it stands for, but it can do some good if you let it. Now, tell me where the shipment is and I can have my team there as back up in seconds. We can get this drug and these thugs off the street.”

That word makes Ryan's jaw tingle. Thug. Of course a Crow wouldn't understand that sometimes people do bad things to make ends meet, but it doesn't make them bad people. To a Crow they’re all the same and need to be locked away never to see the light of day again. Including her.

“Focus on our informant. If I need you for anything else I know how to find you.” And she’s gone, vanished in a cloud of fog.

“Nice job pissing off potential allies.” Ryan switches her coms off.

The warehouse is guarded heavily by six men up top, double the number at the bottom not including the others unloading trucks full of supplies. Photo analysis identifies them and sends the information to Gotham P.D. before she strikes.

“Hope you’re ready for this. If we’re lucky this can all be over tonight.”

“Don’t I know it.”

Taking it as his cue, Luke hits the lights covering the warehouse in complete darkness. Motion sensors switch on and Batwoman moves into action. The training her team insists she go through pans out as she’s able to take out four guys twice her size in fast compact moves. One guy goes over the railing after she cracks him in the nuts with the steel toe of her boot. His strangled whimper is heard all the way down, but hey, no one ever said this was going to be a fair fight.

The team at the bottom catches on and gun fire immediately follows, running across the bridge Ryan spreads her arms and flies through the air, her red and black cape bellows behind her as she sticks another perfect superhero landing. All at once it seems like twenty people are coming at her from all different angles but as always she's quick on her feet tying a handful of them up by their ankles and running through the rest with a non lethal taser, just enough to subdue until she can contain everyone before she starts asking questions.

“We ain’t telling you shit!”

Another guy spits on her shoe, the red of his blood splattering against her boot and she rolls her eyes. There’s no need to be nasty.

“Look, I’m trying to help you guys out here.” Spotting a pair of boobs in the corner, she course corrects, “and girls - theys? Whatever! I’m trying to help you all out here. This thing,” she holds up a box of snakebite, “is killing the community and while it may bring you all brief satisfaction, financially, what’s it going to do for your futures when you get caught, to your families?”

“Who knew the new edition of the Bat came with such a bleeding heart?”

“Well, she does. So if anyone here is willing to tell me anything that’ll point me in the right direction of your boss, I promise I can protect you, get you somewhere safe.”

From the little the authorities have been able to dig up about this gang, anyone willing to betray their leader either winds up dead or living their last days in a vegetative state. That’s why it’s so important to have Niko, no matter the length it takes to protect him, it was for the sake of Gotham.

“I said-!”

“I heard you the first time,” Ryan says, cutting him off, “And I don’t know what you’re used to but I’m only going to tell you how this is played once. I ask the questions and you give me the answers, if you don’t, have fun rotting in jail or better yet … I can let the little I do know out onto the streets.” She bends down right in front of the man and lifts his rabbit mask, exposing his face. In seconds she knows his name. “I’m sure your boss would love to know who’s ratting him out, huh, Robert Michael Humprey?”

The terror in his eyes says it all.

#ryan wilder #mary hamilton #batwoman #maryan

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My Favorite Kitty

-> SFW // Shifter!AU // fluff, angst (if you squint) // Shifter!Taehyung -> Pairing: Yoongi x Taehyung -> Word Count: 3.6k -> Summary: What else is Yoongi supposed to do when his best friend gets him a cat but accept it and take care of the fluffy creature. But Jin may not have told him everything about his new pet. -> Warning(s): mild language, nightmares, avoiding sleep, Kim Seokjin (cause I think he should always have his own warning)

a/n: Sooo... I’ve been working on this for almost a year... cause I’m a dummy who can’t write consistently... BUT it’s finally done and just in time for @cest-la-tae‘s birthday. Daija boop I know you been waiting for this since I hard you read is months ago, so I hope you like it!

Yoongi honestly doesn’t remember how he and Jin became friends. Sure he’d tell people Jin had annoyed and followed him so much that he didn’t have a choice. But neither boy could ever think of a time they didn’t know each other. Maybe they met in school before Yoongi’s parents had died in that freak accident. Yoongi remembers being so scared and alone, everything he knew was suddenly going away. And then he found himself living with his best friend and that’s how it’s been since. He’d never be able to forget how much he owed Jin’s family and the man himself.

Growing up with Jin had been an adventure. The two were polar opposites. Jin was a people person, beautiful, popular, the ideal student. Yoongi wanted nothing more than to be left alone, keep his head down and simply do what was needed to achieve his dreams.

But regardless of what he wanted, people knew him. They’d have to be living in the stone age not to know the illustrious Kim Seokjin’s broody best friend. They were nice to him because otherwise Jin would have their heads, and no one wanted to be on the King’s bad side.

Yoongi had never been a fan of two-faced bitches, so anyone who tried to make nice with him simply to get to Jin, well they were in for a rough time. Some could describe Yoongi as nasty and vicious. Once a girl even tried to tell Jin to cut Yoongi out of Jin’s life. That had not ended well.

Even now that the boys had long since become adults with their own lives, they constantly inserted themselves into each other's lives. Jin made no secret that he loves Yoongi like a brother. And, while Yoongi would never admit it outloud, he loves that brat to death. They graduated college together and Jin went off to make a name for himself as an up and coming actor. Yoongi got to live out his childhood dream, creating and producing music. He preferred staying behind the scenes, being a faceless artist but his music was out there now. They even ended up at the same entertainment company.

Jin flourished, making friends wherever he went, just like always. Yoongi kept to himself, just like always, only having two close friends besides Jin. He’d help them with their own music and they weren’t as loud and boisterous as Jin, so he didn’t mind when they stuck around. Well, actually Hoseok was quite loud but his cheerful personality and kind heart made it hard to turn him away. Yoongi’s world was small and quiet and he was perfectly fine.

Mr Kim Seokjin, however, thought that wasn’t enough. He thought his pretty Yoongi should be out there living it up. He made a decent amount of money and was more than smart enough to do great at work while cutting loose. But that wasn’t what Yoongi wanted, and Jin respected that.

He still thought the man should at least have a roommate or a pet or something! Or he should have at least accepted that date Jin had tried to set up for him and Hoseok. Well before Jin had realized he had a crush on Hoseok and went on the date himself. But still, Jin constantly pestered his small friend about expanding his circle just a little bit. He wanted to disrupt Yoongi’s peaceful little world and he wasn’t going to stop until he won.

Yoongi was perfectly fine living alone. He was happy with his handful of friends and his quiet empty apartment. He didn’t want to go out cause that meant dealing with people and people were annoying. He was fine just going to work and staying home. He was a grown ass man and what he did with his life was his own choice.

Besides, Yoongi would rather keep his problems to himself. He felt bad enough that his horrible sleeping schedule was messing with his work schedule and caused Jin to worry, even if he really didn’t need to. He’d feel worse disrupting any little animal inhabiting his small studio apartment, let alone another human. He got sleep, albeit at strange hours, and handled his workload perfectly fine. The man just had a little insomnia and some nightmares from time to time, but that didn’t make him someone who needed to be babied. Jin didn’t need to constantly worry and look after him, it was getting old.

What does it matter if his annoying friend thinks Yoongi needs a pet? He doesn’t. He is perfectly fine on his own. Who cares what Seokjin thinks? Yet he still decides to waltz into the apartment at the ass crack of dawn carrying a fucking cat.

Ok, so maybe the cat was really cute. He’s pretty blue eyes staring up at him made Yoongi’s resolve weaken. But he refused to let Jin be right. Even if this cat had the softest fluffiest cream colored fur in existence. Nope Yoongi wanted nothing to do with this adorable baby.

Jin dumps the poor cat onto Yoongi’s lap before moving about the apartment setting things up for the fluffy creature. “What’s his name?”

“I’m not keeping him, Jin.” Yoongi grumbles, finding himself regretting giving Jin a key for the millionth time.

“Why not?” Jin doesn’t even falter in his mission, knowing this time he’ll win. “What’s the harm?”

Yoongi cautiously peers down at the cat before shooing him off the bed. Deciding that a large cup of black coffee was the only thing that could help him deal with his dearest friend at the moment, the dark haired man brushed past the tiny creature to trudge to his little kitchen. “I don’t know the first thing about caring for a cat, for starters. I don’t even have the things he would need. And I’m busy with work.”

“I bought you stuff. It’s in the living room. And I know your work schedule, you can’t pull that I’m too busy crap.” Yoongi grabbed a mug only to find Jin sliding him a large cup of coffee from his favorite cafe. He ignores Yoongi’s hard glare in favor of picking up the fluffy feline. “Just give him attention, feed him, and change the litter. Easy. He basically takes care of himself.”

It was a long, hard fought battle, but in the end he kept the cat. Actually, no it wasn’t. All it took was the little fluffy ball curling into Yoongi’s belly and his soft purrs for the small man to know Tata was never leaving his side.

Even though he’d never tell Jin, maybe Yoongi really had needed Tata. He was the sweetest baby, alway staying nearby or tucked into his side. He was the perfect companion for his lazy ass. And a great cuddle buddy when he went to sleep at night.

Tata was such an amazing addition to his world. So Yoongi really hated it when he’d wake up, tears on his cheeks after a nightmare, only to find his little friend staring up from his place on the man’s chest. He’d say it was fine, more to himself than the cat, but the stubborn boy never listened. Yoongi found it odd. He’d alway heard cats were less caring and standoffish, he’d even been compared to a cat by several people for his blunt and, at times, harsh actions. But this little guy was anything but. He’d watch Yoongi closely until he slipped back into slumber, curled up on his chest the whole time.

Yoongi never remembered the nightmares but they kept coming, and they only got worse. He slowly slept less and less. It had been weeks and the most sleep he’d gotten was 45 minute naps here and there.

By the time a month had passed, he knew something had to change. But the man couldn’t bring himself to do anything. So Yoongi continued on as if he’d die if he slept too long. And every time he stayed up through the night, the faithful kitten was right there with him. Always looking at his human with a sad glint in his eyes, like he wanted to help but didn’t know how.

By now his coworkers and few friends had noticed the change. Yoongi was a phenomenal producer and, even with his lack of sleep, still was, but his work wasn’t at its best. That and he had to fight to stay awake as time went on. Hoseok had accidentally woken him up after barging into the smaller’s studio to tell him about the progress he had made on his mixtape. Meanwhile, Namjoon had to continually keep him from dozing off while the two worked together on songs for their own releases. Needless to say they were concerned and if Namjoon and Hoseok knew, it was only a matter of time before Jin found out as well.

Which he had, and quickly hunted Yoongi down to yell at him. He made it very clear if the man came into work the next day, he’d get the CEO of the company to ban him for 2 weeks. And Yoongi knew Jin could pull that off, at this point his chaotic best friend owned the company in all but name. Plus Bang PD always wanted to take care of his people, so the CEO would probably ban him without Jin even asking.

So he stayed home. It was easier to stay awake doing chores around his apartment than sitting in his small studio anyway. And he could dote on his pretty kitty this way.

Yoongi spent his new found free day organizing the kitchen. How on earth some of these things ended up where they did he had no idea. He must’ve thrown his favorite coffee mix on the top shelf while unpacking in a hurry, because otherwise he’d never put it there. Besides the fact he couldn’t reach up there without climbing on the counter, the mix always went right next to the coffee maker to fuel the man’s dependence of the dark bean juice.

The day dragged on and still Yoongi refused to rest. At one point he thought the sleep deprivation was getting to him when he heard the toilet flush even though he was nowhere near the bathroom. When he walked in and found Tata sitting on the closed lid staring up at him, Yoongi decided it was the perfect time to make a big pot of coffee and move on to scrubbing the bathroom. Tata stayed for a moment before bolting off to the kitchen, probably on a quest for his food.

Before long Yoongi’s phone was constantly going off, vibrating harshly against the ceramic tub. Not wanting to add a headache to his ever growing list of problems, he quickly snatched the annoying contraption to see a multitude of texts from Jin, Hobi, and Namjoon, all with varying degrees of threats. Really it was only Jin making threats, Namjoon and Hobi were simply telling him to rest up and take care of himself. Yoongi rolled his eyes, looking at the time before locking his phone.

10:33 PM, the perfect time for him to start drinking his fresh coffee and start a Marvel marathon. Grabbing his biggest mug, Yoongi fills it up to the brim, lazily running his hand through Tata’s fur. Setting up his laptop with his first movie of the night. As the intro plays, he takes a huge sip of his warm coffee and cuddles up with Tata.

As the night passed by, Yoongi found himself just getting more and more sleepy, no matter how much coffee he drank. He was tired but he wouldn’t- no, couldn’t sleep. So the small man curled up on his bed, at the point of exhaustion where he just wanted to cry. But crying meant sleep, and sleep meant dreams. So he only curled around his pillow tighter and watched the seconds slip away.

He’s so tired that he doesn’t question the deep voice humming to him and the warm arms that wrap around his smaller frame. It soothes him in the worst way, making him lethargic instead of more aware. It feels as though a memory is seeping through in his haze and attempts to lull him. Yoongi tries to fight sleep but the second his back hits the warmth behind him he’s gone.

The next thing he knew, Yoongi was snuggling deeper into the bed trying to hide from the sun’s blinding rays. When he finally managed to force his eyes open all the exhaustion from the previous night was gone.

He barely remembered falling asleep, just the comforting warmth. The man had felt so safe and, honestly, he’d never slept better. No dreams, just sweet beautiful darkness. He’d slept so well Yoongi didn’t even remember his alarm going off.

Maybe that’s because it hadn’t. As he fumbled for his phone and caught a glimpse of the time, the small man felt his stomach drop. 1:33 PM. The numbers glared back, mocking him. He’d already missed about half a day of work, and he wasn’t about to miss the rest.

As he started to rush around, trying to look at least somewhat alive, he failed to notice the confused looking man sitting on his kitchen counter. “What’s the fuss for, hyung? You should be resting.”

“I have to get to work. I’ve already missed enough.” The smaller threw back at the blonde.

His entrancing blue eyes light up as he proudly claims, “I already called off for you!”

Yoongi stopped in the middle of the room, “Called… off?”

“Yeah! So you can get some more rest.” The man’s boxy smile grew larger, despite the slight scowl slowly appearing on the other’s face.

“I’m not going back to sleep.” Yoongi walked past the cute but annoying man, grabbing one of his coffee cups.

“Do you need more sleeping pills?”

“I don’t…” Yoongi paused, shaking his head before continuing to pour himself a cup of coffee from the pot he made last night. He didn’t have time to start a fresh pot, he’d have to settle for warming this one up in the microwave. “I’ve never taken a sleeping pill.”

“Yes you have. Hyung said you had to ingest them but I figured you’d find them in your food. But they disappeared in the black stuff.”

Yoongi stopped and slowly turned to face the man, his happiness not at all affected by the pure stupidity that had just left his mouth. “You put sleeping pills… in my coffee.”

“Yeah in the pot.”

After a moment of dumbly staring at the man, Yoongi grabbed the coffee pot and promptly dumped it down the drain.

The blonde cried out as he watched the dark liquid go down the drain. “But I made that for you.” Yoongi knew the man probably had a little pout on his face just from the cute whiny voice.

“I appreciate the sentiment however if in the future you could try not to poison me that’d be great.” The shorter turned back to face the man perched on his counter, and sighed. “And can you stop sitting on the conter like a fucking cat.”

With a sheepish smile, the man slipped off the counter and walked towards Yoongi. He stopped barley an inch away and dropped his head onto the smaller man’s shoulder. He reached to hold Yoongi’s waist but paused, seemingly thinking better of it. “‘M sorry.” He whispered, his breath ghosting over Yoongi’s collarbone and sending shivers up the man’s spine. Yoongi sighed and wrapped an arm around his waist, slipping the other up to run through the soft blonde strands. The taller melted into Yoongi’s touch, bringing his hands to cling on Yoongi’s waist and nuzzle into his neck.

They simply stood there, the blonde practically trying to wrap himself around Yoongi as they cuddled. Yoongi thought they probably made quite the picture at the moment, the tall blonde man with enchanting blue eyes looked quite small now. Yoongi didn’t try to fight the small smile, knowing the only one who could see it was buried in his neck. This moment was so peaceful, Yoongi almost never wanted it to end.

Suddenly the smaller realized a very crucial detail. He had no idea who this man was and how he got into his apartment. So Yoongi decided to do what any logical person would do; shout, shove him off, and throw the rest of his cold coffee at the startled man.

“Why’d you throw that at me?! I made that for you with love!!” The blonde cried, trying to wipe the coffee off his face.

“Get the fuck out of my house weirdo!” Yoongi took his chance to run over and grab his frying pan. He may not be the best at self defense but he could wield a mean frying pan.

However, Yoongi hadn’t been expecting the blonde to have such quick reflexes. The moment he turns to swing, he feels a large hand wrap around his wrist. Firm and strong, but gentle at the same time. Yoongi tried to use his only hand to get free, only to end up with both hands being held in the blonde’s while he gently took the frying pan and set it down on the counter. “Jin-hyung did say you were feisty but I wasn’t expecting this.”

Yoongi stopped struggling, zeroed in on one very important word. “What did that stupid asshole do now?!”

“Hyung is the reason I’m here, remember?”

Yoongi scoffed, once again regretting giving Jin a key. He really needed to get that back. “No, my loving best friend didn’t say anything about letting a stranger into my apartment.”

“But I’m not a stranger, I��m Tata.”

Yoongi paused to look at the man, finally noticing his hair and eyes match his precious cat’s exactly. That and the feline has been missing the entire time the man has been here. “I thought hyung told you.”

“No, that little shit didn’t tell me anything.” Yoongi grumbled, seemingly done with fighting. Tae hesitantly let him go, pleased when he wasn’t immediately attacked.

“I thought that’s why you called me Tata. Cause you knew.” After receiving a confused and annoyed look, he continued on. “You know, cause my name is Taehyung?”

Yoongi didn’t say a word as he grabbed his phone off the couch. Angrily jabbing at it, he made his way to the contact to call his favorite hyung.

Jin answered after the first few rings, sounding as cheerful as ever. “Hey, Yoongi.”

“Yeah, hey. WHAT THE FUCK!” Yoongi knew starting a shouting match with Jin would break his ears, but at the moment he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

“Yah, you brat! Where’s the respect?!” came Jin’s indignant reply, so loud even Tae flinched from his spot on the couch.

“You don’t get any, you bitch. You gave me a fucking human?!” Yoongi growled out, wishing Jin were here so he could lovingly strangle him.

“Shifter.”

“You shut up.” Yoongi glared at Tae, causing the blonde to put up his hand in surrender. Pleased that one of the two idiots might behave for the moment, he went back to trying to figure out what the hell his dearest friend was thinking. “Jin I swear I’m-”

“Going to kill me? Yeah I know. But look, you like Tata and Tae is the same person.”

Yoongi flops down on the couch with a sigh, “He is a human. I had a cat yesterday and now I have a human.”

“No take backsies! Love you bye!”

“JIN!!” Yoongi shoots up again, ready to scream and curse Kim Seokjin to hell and back, but Jin had already ended the call. “I should’ve poured that coffee on his fucking head.”

Yoongi sighed, falling back onto the couch and holding his phone up “Hey Siri, add kill Kim Seokjin to my to-do list.”

There’s a moment of silence before Yoongi is reminded of Taehyung’s presence. The shifter softly placed his hand on Yoongi’s smaller one, his expression solom. “Do I have to leave now?”

“... No. I just don’t know what to do,” Yoongi sighed and opened his arms, an invitation Tae quickly accepted, curling into the elder’s side.

“Well you can throw out the cat food. It’s nasty.” Tae mumbled, his disgust causing a gummy smile to appear on Yoongi’s soft lips “And then we can get food and cuddle for the next week.”

Yoongi’s smile dims once he remembers food means money, and money means work. “I have to go back to work.” He made no effort to move from Taehyung’s comforting embrace no matter how many times he repeated that.

“Yeah after you get more rest. Please hyung?” Tae gently pulled Yoongi closer, trying to tempt him to stay, using his best puppy dog eyes and cutest pout for good measure.

“Ugh fine.” Tae’s boxy grin returned as he nuzzled into Yoongi’s side. The smaller tried to fight off the blush rising up and softly placed a kiss on Tae’s head. The shifter perked up at the action, blue eyes staring intently in dark brown ones, before tackling Yoongi and showering his face with kisses. He tried fighting back, but Yoongi has discovered when it comes to Tae, he can’t say no.

“I liked you better when you were smaller.” Yoongi whispered once Tae had stopped, his soft smile showing of his gums and making Tae’s heart melt. They affectionately stare at each other for a while longer, before uncertainty creeps into Taehyung’s gaze.

“It’s really ok for me to stay?” His voice was so quiet, Yoongi almost missed it. But he didn’t and his face softens, his gaze warm and comforting. His hands move to gently cup Tae’s face, his thumbs running over his cheeks.

“Yes Tae. I’d be sad if my favorite kitty left.”

#belle writes #bts #bangtan #bangtan boy #kim taehyung #v #bts v #min yoongi #suga #bts suga #shifter au #taeg #fluff #fanfiction

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j-reau · 3 years

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@55055d sent ⁂ for my muse to take a bullet for yours

“Sorry boys, better luck next time.” O’Keefe’s is busy. It’s always busy the night after one of their softball tournaments. Metro PD mixes with FBI and the D.C Fire Department and Paramedics. JJ’s as warm as three beers can make her, and still beating every member of MPD at darts as they try one by one to take her on. She’s handed one of the cop’s credit cards for the fourth time, and settles at the bar to buy herself yet another drink. This game always works well when the guys from MPD are high off their own victory. Their rivalry is friendly but relentless. And it bleeds into everything.

Including her love life. “Hey,” she slides up to the bar and ends up right next to Hailey Upton, a fact that is better acknowledged than ignored -- much like their history. The air between them is always thick, despite al of the friendly banter at the game earlier. They’d dated before Will, and then again for a month after. But it never works. JJ’s distant despite how much she cares, ever since Afghanistan her distance has ruined most things she’d rather it not. And she’s not sure Hailey Upton is the type to be hurt more than once. “Sorry about earlier,” she says, trying to meet Hailey’s eyes. Perhaps fuck me yourself was a little too far even for banter, even for heated rivalries and stupid jokes. “I shouldn’t have said that in front of everyone. I know it was a joke but --” her mouth feels thick and JJ taps the credit card in her hand against the bar. “Anyway, Sarge owes me this beer but I was thinking maybe I could buy it for you instead. Peace offering?” She raises an eyebrow, laughing internally at how very them it is to offer Hailey the beer someone else is buying.

There’s a bang before Hailey can answer. JJ turns to the door and sees the man and time slows. He’s holding a gun -- two guns. One of the officer’s across the room shouts ‘GUN!’ JJ recognizes his face from this very scene. He used to be MPD a few months ago. He’d been fired -- she doesn’t have time to collect the pieces before he points the gun their way and with only a second to think, she shoves Hailey out of the way and a bullet lands in her chest. Somehow, Hailey hits the ground into a barstool and JJ’s the one left standing, in shock for a solid few seconds before she hits her knees beside her ex girlfriend and the rest of the local law enforcement and first responders swarm to protect the place they all called their home.

#👀👀👀👀#55055d #INTERACTION . hailey upton / 55055d #WHOOPS I LOW KEY LOVE THIS #aksdljfasd #i smashed our potential exes idea into that shit show verse we talked about yesterday and here i am #ARC . exes jj and hailey / 55055d

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bangtan-madi · 4 years

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546 Days Without You — Seven: Day 190

Pairing — Seokjin x Reader

Tags — boyfriend!Seokjin, older brother!Yoongi, producer/songwriter!MC, military au (ish), idol au (ish)

Genre — fluff, angst

Word Count — 2.8k

Summary — Kim Seokjin is your entire world, and that world falls apart the moment he and your older brother Yoongi are conscripted into the South Korean military.

Part — 7 / 15

Warnings — Minor language that’s hardly worth mentioning

A/N — Taglist is open! Comment or submit an ask if you want to be added :)

Previous — Next

Your finger hovers over the screen, dipping down and rising back up in apprehension. Once it's out there, there's no going back. One it's released to the world, you'll never be able to rein it back in. Like Pandora's Box, there is no more world without your creation once you have the courage to let it go.

Shutting your eyes tightly, you huff out a breath and force your brain to stop thinking. You'd written both Yoongi and Seokjin about your ideas, your worries, and your decision. They, and all the other members, support you one-hundred percent. Many of them had even had a hand in creation. The only person still on the edge is you.

No more.

"Here goes nothing."

With a sound somewhere between a shout and a yelp slipping out, your finger presses the "Post" option. In a flash, the final draft of your first song is published onto your Soundcloud account. And within the first thirty seconds of posting, you see the view count begin to tick upwards in a shift from zero to single-digits.

No turning back now. Pandora's Box is opened.

Shutting your phone completely down, you shove it into your pocket and shake away the nerves. There's no reason to be anxious; you've been working on that project for almost four months. February turned to March, April melted into May, and pretty soon, mid-June was upon you. The summertime was a promised one, especially when partnered with Taehyung on this special song. You first solo piece, the first time the world will have heard your singing and rapping, the first time you've put yourself out there as Min [Y/n], not Min Yoongi's sister.

But that doesn't keep you from breathing unevenly and thinking about the what-ifs. You'd created a Soundcloud under your real name, so it's only a matter of time before people put it together. You aren't expecting anything huge to happen, but knowing the Army and how both good and bad can come from their enormous numbers...

You shove any negative thoughts away and roll off the bed, landing easily on the balls of your feet. Shifting your attention to your day-job, you grab your bag before shimmying out the door, bike in tow.

The summer sun beats down on the City of Seoul. Shielding your eyes with your hand, you gaze up at the cloudless, cornflower blue sky. Over the last four months, it seems that nature has done what she always does; the colors have returned, exchanging the monotone shades for brilliant hues. Even with the intense heat, you can't remember the last time the commute to BigHit felt so invigorating.

You've been all over the world, seen so many countries, wandered countless cities, but there truly is no place like Seoul.

After arriving at the premises, scanning into the private garage, and parking your bike, you head up to the common area reserved specifically for the boys. It's taken four, long months, but Map of the Soul: Dream has finally finished recording and post-production. The last few weeks have been finalizing photoshoots and album art, both of which are out of your area of expertise, but it's exciting to see everything so close to completion. There's a buzz in the air that can be felt at all levels, even within other groups that BigHit manages (especially the ever-adorable TXT members.)

After the extensive work-hours poured into producing the album, which has keep you plenty occupied over the last hundred days, there's just one final meeting to be had before the first set of press releases go out. One final detail must be decided. You know where you stand on the issue, and after countless discussions with the boys, you're fairly certain about each of them. But the leadership in BigHit, Bang PD and Lenzo Yoon? You're uncertain of what their thoughts are, and that's scary.

The topic of controversy: Tour.

It's been all over the media, ever since there was an announcement of a new album. With Yoongi and Seokjin in the middle of their service, some think it would be wrong to do tour without them. On the other side of the aisle, some think that doing tour without them would carry on their legacy, for lack of a better word.

You're firmly in the latter camp. Yoongi and Seokjin wouldn't want BTS to not tour just because of them. Everyone needs to maintain a sense of normalcy, now more than ever. Like it or not, tour is part of that normal.

Jungkook steps from the adjacent hallway, catching you off-guard and pulling you from your thoughts. "Sorry," he whispers, extending his hands as an offering. "Didn't mean to scare you, noona."

You mess with his hair a bit, shaking your head. "All good, Kookie. Just deep in thought, I guess."

"About the meeting?" Another nod. "I think everyone's started to head to the conference room. Did you see the group text?"

You groan, "No, I shut my phone off after I uploaded my song to Soundcloud."

Jungkook's brown eyes grow even wider in surprise. "What! You posted it? And you didn't tell us!"

Offering a sheepish smile, you shrug slightly, palms facing up on either side of your shoulders. "Slipped my mind? It was kinda a last-minute decision."

The brunet scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Great. Now I owe Jimin-ssi a hundred won."

"What did you bet on?"

"If you would tell us before you posted or not. Jimin didn't seem to think so. I thought better of you."

You burst into laughter and shove the youngest on the shoulder, turning to continue walking down the hall. "You give me too much credit, Kook."

Out of nowhere, Taehyung rounds the corner. Eyes wide as his boxy grin, he runs up to you, grasps your shoulders, and gently shakes you to emphasize his words. "Did I just hear what I think I did?"

"Y—Ye—ep," you reply, words stuttering due to his actions.

"What did you name it!"

"Sil—hou—ette."

Jungkook shoves Taehyung away so he'll stop shaking you. "Seriously, stop dude, she's not a rag doll."

You snicker at Taehyung's dramatic and insulted expression, your laughter only growing as he places his hand over his heart. "I'm sorry. Did you help her compose an absolute masterpiece? No? I didn't think so." He turns back to you, and his face shifts to pure joy. "I love the title. It suits the song perfectly."

"You'd better send me the damn link," Jungkook mumbles grumpily.

The three of you make your way towards the large conference room. It's the same one that you'd sat in over half a year ago to discuss the inevitability of Yoongi and Seokjin's enlistment. That had been one of the most stressful and depressing days in your entire life. This conversation is going to be different; you'll be sure of that.

Once you're settled in the chair across from where Bang PD usually sits, Jungkook and Taehyung on either side, the CEO enters the conference room. He's followed closely by Sejin, Jimin, Hoseok, and Namjoon. The leader of the band closes the door behind him, flashing a small smile in your direction.

There's a silence that falls over the room after everyone takes their seats. Namjoon sits between Taehyung and Hoseok, and Jimin sits between Sejin and Jungkook. You sit directly adjacent to Bang PD.

"Well, I think we all know why we're here," he begins, folding his hands on the table. "I wanted this conversation to be with the small group. No lawyers, no board members, no staff or other managers other than Sejin, who we all know has everyone's best interest at heart."

"There's nothing to discuss," you state, folding your arms firmly across your chest. "There's an album coming out in a little more than two months. When have we ever not considered a tour in recent years?"

"There are different circumstances surrounding this release," he retorts kindly, keeping his tone cordial despite your Min sarcasm.

"No one's saying there isn't," Namjoon agrees, "but she's right, PD-nim. Tour is a natural next step. It's one we've always done for the last few years, ever since Wings."

BigHit's CEO turns towards the leader. "Even if you and Hoseok won't be a part of it for the entire time?"

"We've talked it over," Hoseok replies, backing Namjoon up. "It's not ideal, but can do it."

Bang PD shakes his head, his voice and expression revealing concern more than irritation. "Please, don't take offense to this, but I don't think you quite grasp what we're working with here. We've run the numbers. The very earliest we could manage a tour start date is almost four months from now. Between the album release, press, choreography, concert planning and reservations, and countless other logistical things that have to be sorted, four months is the very earliest."

"That would put the start date sometime around October 1st," Sejin adds softly.

"And the scheduled date for Hoseok and Namjoon's enlistment has been decided as February 17th." The CEO gestures to the two oldest members in the room. "We've come to an agreement that it's best to put groups of two or three through at a time, and Namjoon has graciously offered to enlist alongside Hoseok."

Namjoon offers a semblance of a smile, and Hoseok pats him on the shoulder.

"So?" you interrupt. "That gives us four months."

"And if we follow the pattern of the last two tours, that means that for over half of the tour, not only will there be four members absent, but we won't have a rapper at all. Yoongi will be serving still. And while you three," Bang PD gestures to Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook, "have fantastic stage presence, I don't believe you can carry the album alone. The songs aren't meant to be sung by three people. Not all of them. It would exhaust you, and it wouldn't be the same. For anyone."

"And would the Army want a tour without more than half the band?" Sejin asks, and raises his hands in defense as you shoot daggers in his direction. "Look, I'm just bringing it up. It's something we have to think about it. And if we did do this, setting aside all the issues with scheduling and enlistment dates, would it be fair to the half of the tour that missed out on Namjoon and Hoseok?"

"Then we adjust," Taehyung offers. "We can record performances for the ones that Hoseok and Namjoon can't do in person. Or one of us can take their places. We can grow and adjust."

You thrust your hands towards your Daegu-comrade. "Exactly! We've had to adjust our way of performing before due to world events. We can manage."

"For what it's worth, I think the Army will understand that we'd rather be with them than enlisting," Namjoon chuckles dryly. "It's our duty, so we do it, but we can make it special for them without being there. We'd planned to do the same for Seokjin and Yoongi. We can't put the entire band on hold for the next few years due to members coming and going. We won't survive if we go with that mindset."

Hoseok sits up and adds, "I agree with Namjoon, but I want to say that...that I hope you all consider doing the same for us. If there's another album before we're done, if there's talk about another tour before we're released, I'd want you to do it. If it's you three, or if Yoongi and Seokjin have returned by then. I never want Bangtan to suffer more than necessary just because of our personal duties as citizens. BTS means everything to so many people, but no one more than those in this room and those currently serving. We can survive this, but we have to be flexible. If that means I don't have a single line on the next one, if that means I never set foot in the studio for recording or the stadium for the performances, then I'm fine with that."

Namjoon smirks at Hoseok's argument. "I couldn't have said it better myself."

Bang PD turns to the youngest three, nodding as he listens to the points being made. "What about you three? Are you comfortable doing a tour with five, then with three? It would be another four or five months going solo. I don't want to be difficult--really, that's the last thing I want--but I have to ask the hard questions. All seven of you have almost burned out completely on previous tours. Injuries, exhaustion, health problems: it's all come out of tour going as planned. Are you prepared to face double the load?"

You turn to the youngest, as he's the first to speak up. "I know we can do it. I've been improving on my rapping."

"Same here," Taehyung intervenes.

"So we can either take up the slack, or we can include their vocals from the recordings," Jimin adds on, showing his support as he gently prods the youngest with his elbow. "We're pretty charismatic if I do say so myself. We can still put on a hell of a show."

You lean forward, bracing your forearms on the conference table as you stare Bang PD down with the entirety of the Min-family intensity. "And I know it's been said before, but it's worth repeating: my brother and boyfriend wanted us to go forward with this tour more than anything—"

"—I'm aware of that, [Y/n]—"

You hold up a hand, cutting the middle-aged man off. "—I wasn't finished." When he falls silent and gestures for you to continue, you state, "They put in so much work ahead of their departure, knowing the whole time that they'd be able to perform exactly zero percent of it. They were that selfless. We owe it to them—and to the Army—to give this tour our all. You have all of us behind this, one-hundred-and-ten percent. We have the backing of the whole damn world. Everyone is on the edge of their seats, and if we don't deliver now, you might not have to worry about the next tour."

Sejin gives an amused smirk and nods his agreement, turning to the CEO with a shrug. "Don't look so surprised," he chuckles at the elder man's remaining concern. "You knew how this conversation was going to go."

Bang PD shakes his head and runs a hand over his tired face. As he leans back in his chair, he glances to each of the members, eventually landing on you. "And here I thought things were going to be more balanced in the argument due to Yoongi being absent."

A playful smirk tugs at your lips. "Well, you still have one Min to deal with, PD-nim."

He gives another pause, as if letting the next few seconds solidify his decision, before clapping his hands once. "All right, doesn't look like I have anything to worry about."

"What do you mean?" Jimin inquires.

"I want to do a tour, too, but I wasn't going to force anyone into that position. It's going to be longer and harder than anything we've ever done, but if you're all committed to this, you have my support." He claps Sejin on the shoulder. "And I think I speak for everyone when I say I'm glad you're still as fired up about Bangtan as we are."

"So...this was a test?" Hoseok snickers.

Bang PD shrugs slightly, ad the entire room lets out a breath of relief. "That's not very nice, you know," Jungkook murmurs, though a smile has spread across his face. "You could've led with that."

"It's my job to play devil's advocate." He grins at the youngest. "You'd better keep practicing your rapping, Jungkook. We're going to need that this tour."

"Or maybe we have another solution." Sejin looks up from his phone, eyes catching yours with an amused expression. "Really? Soundcloud?"

Jimin jerks in his chair, about throwing himself onto the floor in the process. Eyes wide and jaw dropped, he makes a sound of pure excitement and scurries over to wrap you in a tight back hug. "You did it!" He turns his head towards Jungkook, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "You owe me a hundred won, Kookie."

"And you didn't tell us?" Hoseok scoffs. "I'm insulted [Y/n]!"

Namjoon flashes a smile that brings out his dimples. "You didn't tell anyone did you?"

Though nearly suffocated by Jimin's embrace, you offer an apologetic smile to the leader of the group. "I kinda just...posted it and ran away."

Bang PD lets out a loud laugh as he looks over Sejin's shoulder, reading whatever is on his phone. "You might want to get on the site then, [Y/n]. You're...well, I'll let you see." His eyes flicker over to you. "You ever considered signing with a label?"

You burst into laughter, wrapping your arms around Jimin's forearms, leaning back against his shoulder. "In your dreams!"

Taglist — @joyful-jimin, @gracehiii, @live-2-fangirl

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suckerforv · 3 years

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You inhaled deeply, the fresh cold air filling your lungs as you walked down the streets of Seoul. You had gone out for a walk, and you smiled as you remembered the scene of your lovely boyfriend, Hobi, doing the same thing in BTS World. Yes, you were dating not just one of BTS’s members, but seven! You loved all seven of them dearly, and they loved you just the same. Since then, you eight had made your relationship public, and while some thought it cute and adorable, many others found ways to harass you, but nobody had thought to physically hurt you, since you almost always had the boys with you… until now.

“HEY!” a voice shouted, jerking you out of your thoughts.

Startled, you turned around, only to face a group of girls who glared at you. “Can I help you?” you asked nervously.

“Um, yeah. You can help by staying away from our oppas,” the leader of the group huffed, looking you up and down, her lips curling into a sneer. “Why would they choose you anyways?” she looked at you in disgust.

“Yeah. You’re so fat, you’re too ugly for them.”

“Your skin is terrible. You should consider plastic surgery. I bet the boys are embarrassed to be hanging out with such a ugly girl like you.”

“Your skin is even darker than mine, why would they date a darkie like you?”

“You’re so fucking ugly, you should just die, that way you won’t see any of our oppas again.”

“How did they even see you?”

“Your thighs are too fat, you must be a thousand pounds.”

“You’ll never be as pretty as them.”

You had had enough, and you started to walk away, tears forming in your eyes, but you refused to let them see you cry. But the leader yanked you back by snatching your wrist and threw you to the ground. “YOU STAY AWAY FROM OUR OPPAS, YOU HEAR ME???!!! YOU’RE JUST A BITCH, A SLUT!” she screamed in your face, which was already wet from the dew on the cement ground.

The other girls started throwing mud at you, making you gasp as the mud stained your clothes. “Fuck off,” you spat coldly. The leader immediately punched your face, making blood pour from your nose and smiled in sadistic satisfaction.

“That’s what you get for talking back to me, slut,” she spat, slapping you across the face. Tears fell from your eyes, and you prayed that someone, anyone, even another ARMY, to come and save you.

“HEY! LEAVE HER ALONE!” a voice yelled, and you looked up wearily. It wasn’t one of the boys, and you struggled to see. “THE HELL SHE EVER DO TO YOU, HUH?!”

The leader scoffed, about to throw a punch to the stranger’s face when the stranger spun around and kicked her in the face. “How’s that feel, bitch?!”

The other girls gasped and glared at the stranger. “Who are you?” “My name is Mia, a true ARMY fan who accepts the boys’ decision to date anyone, regardless of their size, race, appearance, and shape,” the girl snapped. “Now fuck off, because I have the whole recording here on my phone, of you girls harassing y/n, and I will give this to Bang PD,” she glared daggers at the girls, whose faces turned pale.

“Please, please don’t! It’ll ruin my image!”

“Please don’t, the boys will hate us if they found out!”

Mia smirked and scoffed at the girls, who were helping their leader up from the ground. “You should’ve thought before, bitches. Ta-ta!” she threw them the middle finger before helping you off the ground, and walking you back to the dorm.

You two walked in silence for a while, you sniffing every now and then. “Thank you for saving me,” you whispered, making Mia smile sympathetically. “I was so afraid nobody was going to-”

“Hey,” Mia interrupted, making you look at her. “Whatever those mean bitches said, they’re just jealous of you. Jealous that you get to spend time with the most handsomest men on the planet! Girl, I’m even a little jealous myself!” she laughed again, then her face turned dead serious. “Y/n, you are beautiful, and don’t EVER let anybody tell you otherwise. I’m going to give the recording to Bang PD. It’s a serious thing if you get attacked by fans, y/n. And I’m sure the boys will not be happy if they don’t do something to prevent something like this happening again.”

“Thank you, Mia,” you hugged her thankfully as you two arrived back at the dorms. “Would you like to come in, just for a little bit, because it’s really cold out there!”

Mia thought for a bit, then nodded, a smile gracing her face. “Sure! I can’t stay long though, because I have to get back to my mom soon.”

“Great! I want to do something to repay you for helping me,” you smiled back at her, leading her into the dorm, where you both took off your shoes and headed into the kitchen. As expected, Jin was at the stove, cooking, and immediately gasped when he saw your bruised body and face. “Y/N! What happened?” His face turned stone cold when he saw Mia. “Did she-”

“Before you murder anybody, Jinnie, no, she didn’t do this to me. She saved me, and has the recording of the assault,” you replied, hugging him, and he immediately relaxed.

“Yeah. I was walking home from school, and I saw across the street that she was getting harassed, and I recognized her from your guys’s VLives,” Mia answered to Jin’s questioning look. “I got up close, and I took a video so that you guys could identify the girls and hear their voices, too.” She waved her phone in the air and smirked. “That girl tried to punch me, but my black-belt karate skills had her on the ground in a split millisecond.”

A group of boys tumbled down the stairs when they heard your voice and stopped short when they heard Mia speaking of this.

“Y/n! What happened?” the boys rushed to you, hugging you, making you let out an “oomph”. Mia cooed at how cute you all were together, and the boys’ heads turned towards her, and her face flushed red.

“Guys, this is Mia. She saved me from the saesang fans,” you explained so no one would murder her. Rolling your eyes when you saw Yoongi glaring at her suspiciously, you continued, “She was not stalking me, she was walking home from school, and she saw the girls harassing me on the other side of the street. She took a video, and then gave the leader what she deserved, ” you finished, giving Mia a thankful smile.

The boys let out a sigh of relief and numerous “thank you”‘s and “i’m so glad you’re a supportive fan” flowed towards Mia, making her smile and bow. “It’s no problem. My parents have a poly relationship too, and I totally understand how it feels to get all the hate from numerous people. I just hope it all dies down soon.”

Namjoon shook her hand, smiling so that his dimples showed. “Thank you very much, Mia. Not many fans are that supportive of our relationship, so I’m glad you’re understanding.”

Mia smiled back. “It’s not a problem. By the way, I need y/n’s number.” Seeing the boys tense up, she snorted. “To send her the video of the girls harassing her. Jeez!”

“Sorry, we just are very protective of her,” Namjoon scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

Mia nodded, and you gave her number on a post-it. You thanked her, and she waved as she left the dorms.

As soon as the door closed, the boys pulled you towards the sofa, where they all cuddled up to you, making you giggle. “Guys. I need to change and tend to my-” you winced as Hobi rubbed against your side, which was bruising, “injuries.”

The boys got off of you quickly, making you roll your eyes at them. You hobbled to your bathroom, where you took a relaxing shower and changed into your pajamas. Jin then helped you with your injuries.

“Ow!” you yelped as Jin touched up your knee with an alcohol wipe, glaring at him. “That hurts,” you sniffled.

“I know, honey. I’m almost done,” Jin kissed your knee, making you giggle. Jin finished and carried you to the living room where the rest were waiting to cuddle. (of course.)

“Why did you choose me?” you whispered.

“What do you mean, why?” Yoongi asked, frowning. “We chose you because you’re so kind, sympathetic, and compassionate towards everyone you meet.”

“I mean, I’m not even that pretty,” you sighed. “My skin is not that flawless, like your guys’s.”

“Nobody’s perfect, y/n, and we are no exception,” Namjoon raised himself up on one elbow as he looked at you. “We’re all human beings, and humans make mistakes.”

“Wow, when did Namjoonie hyung get so philosophical?” Taehyung wondered out loud, making you all laugh.

“It’s that sexy brain up in here, baby,” Namjoon smirked, pointing to his head, making you all burst out in laughter again.

“Seriously, though, you’re pretty and beautiful in our eyes, y/n, and we wouldn’t trade you for anybody else,” Jimin booped your nose, making you giggle.

“Jimin hyung is right. It’s not the outside that matters, it’s the inside that does. You could wear a trashbag and still be beautiful in our eyes, babe,” Jungkook caressed your cheek lovingly.

“I’m so lucky to have you guys,” you told them. “Nobody really loved me my whole life like you guys do.”

The rest of the night you were smothered in kisses, cuddles, and a move night with all eight of you cuddled against each other.

“I love you all so much,” you breathed as you looked at all of them lovingly.

“We love you too, y/n,” they all replied. Namjoon stroked your hand comfortingly. Together they echoed the words that you held close to your heart:

“We’ll always be your comfort.”

#polybts angst extremefluffintheend polyrelationship #polybts

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hozierbyrne · 3 years

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say you love me 세계의 끝까지

0X1=LOVESONG (I Know I Love You) ft. Seori for Good Morning America

#choi yeonjun #choi soobin #tomorrow x together #moasource #tomorrow by together #NOT me stumbling through this translation and having to make my mom check me #Just Second Generation Korean American Things :)#incidentally 세계의 끝까지 is 'to the end of the world'#did that one ALL by myself.#mine: gif #yeonjun #soobin #txt #kpop tag #bang pd i owe you my life #this performance literally has me feeling even more deranged than usual

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laprincesa18 · 5 years

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Bed & Breakfast

Chapter One

“Please don’t do this!” She yells tears going down her eyes as she clings to him.

“I don’t want to be apart of this!” He yelled at her and pushed her away.

“Please don’t leave me alone!” She sobs harder knowing that her plead won’t make him stay.

“I-I’m sorry.” He says and slams the door walking out of her life for what she thought was forever.

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“Mommy!”

Waking up to your 5 year old jumping on you at seven in the morning was a daily routine for me. Groaning I open my eyes and come face to face with my precious baby girl. Her gummy smile lifting and sadning me like every morning. She looked so much like her father.

“Mommy hurry we have to make the guests breakfast” She said yelling in my face.

“Okay okay,” I said giggling “but be quiet Keum you’ll wake up the guests.

I love my daughter's name. I named her Dream because she became my dream. My original dream was to become an idol but after having my baby, my dream is to be the best mother to her and to be able to provide for her and give her the best life ever. I giggled quietly as Keum ran out of my room, going into the living room and into the hallway going passed the stairs. Going down the hallway I could see pictures of us and our guests, some of them being celebrities.

"Mommy! What should we make today?" Keum asked jumping up and down. I picked her up and sat her on the island in the middle of the kitchen. Taking notice of the clock on the stove it was only 7am so I had an hour to make breakfast.

"Well darling I was thinking we can make an American breakfast, I'm sure that will fill them up!" I said enthusiastically.

We started making our American breakfast with eggs, bacon, toast, and sausage when our guest started to file in one by one. Today was there last here so I wanted them to have a very big breakfast.

"Good Morning Park and little Keum!" I heard Jackson's loud voice say. I shake my head and turn away from the stove to face him.

"How many times do I have to tell you to just call me Boyoung or Noona" I say with a giggle. The rest of the boys soon file in after him. I have Keum make the table as I'm putting food on the plates.

"I hope you all liked your stay here. I know my place isn’t much but I hope me helping you guys on finding things to do here helped and was fun for you guys.” I said as I fed Keum a little, she was making a mess and I just fed her not wanting to have her make more mess.

“No Ms. Park it was a very great stay. We’re so glad to have just forget about everything out in the world and just enjoy ourselves” Jaebum said as he shook his head and grinned at me. It made me proud to have this place. I’m glad to have helped these hard working idols have a relaxing vacation. I grinned back at him. I’m not gonna lie I’m gonna kind of miss these guys. They stayed for a whole month! A much needed vacation I must say.

“Ah let me give you boys your phones before I forget!” I exclaimed standing up and clapping my hands.

*le time skip*

Me and Keum waved as Got7’s big van went down the driveway and out of the gate. As soon as me and Keum weren’t able to see them anymore we went inside. Only stepping a foot inside my phone rang. I could tell it was probably a potential guest because it was on my home/work phone. It was a mint green phone hanged on the wall and only used for guests to communicate to people outside and for calls from potential guests. I do have a mobile phone but that’s strictly for friends and family.

“Hello?” I ask softly into the phone.

“Hello is this Ms. Park Boyoung?” I could hear a profesional firm male voice on the phone.

“Yes this is she”

“Great! This is Bang Shihyuk from BigHit. I don’t know if you remember me.” I gasped. I haven’t heard from him in forever not since I decided to leave the company.

“A-ah Yes I remember you PD-nim. H-how are you?”

“I’m well Ms.Park. I was just calling because I heard that you have a very nice place for people to relax.” He says, his voice not as firm as before.

“Yes I owe a bed and breakfast here in jeju” I say trying to have a firm voice but it comes out a little shaky. I feel as though I know what is to come.

“I heard a lot about your business Ms.Park. I’ve asked many other companies and their idols how they feel of the place. I want to send BTS there.” My head spins hearing those words. How could I face him again? How could I face the main who broke my heart?

“I-I don’t think that’s the best idea PD-nim” I say my voice very shaky.

“Ms. Park you owe me.” He was right I did owe him. He’s the one that gave me money when he found out I was pregnant and didn’t have anyone to turn to. I sigh.

“O-okay PD-nim. When will you be sending them?”

“A week from now. I hope to get everything settled by then.”

“And you do know my policies right?” I ask my firm voice returning.

“Of course! As I said I did my research! I’ll contact you again the day before they’re arrival. Goodbye Ms.Park”

“Goodbye”

What did I get myself into??

A/N: I hope many people like this! There is more to come! This is just a test chapter!

#bts jhope #bts jin #bts jimin #bts jungkook #bts rm #bts suga #bts v #bts #fanfic #btsfanfic #bts au #min yoongi #first fanfic

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bluemoonpunch · 5 years

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how do the members see bang pd?

There's a lot of mixed feelings going on here and I think that has to do with the energy that Bang PD projects into the group. It's the 6 of Pentacles, so there's like this give and take aspect, which makes sense for someone who is just as much a friend as they are a boss. Things can go back and forth, it can feel like he has their back one second, and in the same breath it's all business and money and doing what is necessary to fill pockets. It's business mainly, but there's a very clear divide between the working relationship and the more personal relationship, which he himself, I think, tries to blend them together.

Namjoon - 2 of Wands

Namjoon sees him as this pioneer energy, it's kind of like a partnership, but he definitely sees him as more of a leading role in the sense that he's the one that actually gives the opportunities. Bang PD, like the man in the image, is the one to hand them the World and the actual platform to fuel those passions.

Yoongi - 6 of Swords

In a somewhat similar fashion to Namjoon, Yoongi sees him as the one to hand them the World and give them their platform, however, it's much starker than Namjoon's vision and I suppose that has to do with where the two came from. Yoongi is much more appreciative of the fact that Bang PD kind of "saved him" in a sense as the opportunity that he was given by being signed on to BigHit definitely rerouted his life for the better. Where Namjoon feels more like he's following or working alongside Bang PD, Yoongi is more focused on this kind of small feeling. Like he feels small in comparison, has a lot of respect for him, specifically because there's this "I owe you my life" kind of vibe.

It's not an all-around thing though like it's not like Yoongi is a lapdog here, it's more in the moment when he's really thinking about it, that's how he sees him.

Hoseok - 10 of Cups (reversed)

The first pull I did for Hoseok was the 5 of Wands and I was like, ehh let me try again, and then the 10 of Cups came out reversed. I don't keep this deck mixed, so when something comes out reversed I feel into it a bit more. It's interesting because, the energy of the 10 of Cups, that happy and fulfilling vibe is still there, but just as that two-sided energy is within what Bang PD projects towards the group there's this "up and down" thing with Hoseok. Hoseok himself has an "up and down" kind of energy due to his sensitivity to cosmic shifts and how they can sometimes affect his mental state, but this is more pointed.

Visually, it seems complicated because what triggers these ups and down with his perception of Bang PD seem to be all over the place, but it's really pretty simple. It's more about whether or not Hoseok agrees with what Bang PD is actually doing. It doesn't feel like they fight or Hoseok really speaks up against Bang PD. The 10 of Cups, upright and reversed, is literally like a "yes or no" in terms of Hoseok vibing with Bang PD. Is Bang PD serving the 10 of Cups today, or is he handing out bullshit? That's the vibe there.

Jimin - Knight of Cups

Jimin feels a lot more distant from Bang PD than the others for some reason, but he's still looking at him in a relatively positive light. With the image of the Knight here I was much more focused on the cup and the armor. It's like Jimin sees what Bang PD is giving them, he sees and appreciates it, but Bang PD as a person is very separate from him in the sense that, from Jimin's perspective, there's armor around him.

It could be that Jimin just doesn't feel like they connect, could be a self-esteem thing, or it could just be that Bang PD himself doesn't connect much to Jimin. Either way, they feel distant from each other, but Jimin is very aware of him as this positive influence over them, someone with a lot of power, but mostly a kind and giving demeanor.

Jin - 4 of Cups

This made me laugh because this is such a Jin thing. It's exactly like Jimin's in the sense that he's seeing what Bang PD gives them, but he's not looking at Bang PD. Kind of like a "thanks for the gift, you may leave now," thing. It's just Jin maintaining his position and in a very conscious yet subconscious way, making sure that it's clear that he doesn't view Bang PD as being above him, especially when it comes to business and their careers.

I actually thought it was kind of cool how Jimin and Jin's view differs but shares a similarity because it really mirrors that whole balancing thing that they do in the Soul Body and how they perceive things unconsciously. Like, Jin can see the energy line between people, he can see what is exchanged between people, such as the focus on the cup in the 4 of Cups, whereas Jimin sees the individuals themselves, can see straight through to their core and doesn't really pick up on the exchange.

So, in the 4 of Cups, the cup itself is just coming from a little cloud, there's no body there, no core energy being projected, it's just the exchange, and then in the Knight of Cups, the cup is there connected to a form, but with all the armor and the whole get up, there's so much more of a focus on the actual person rather than what is being exchanged.

That also may be why Jimin is seeing Bang PD as a kindhearted person who only gives, he's seeing his core as a person rather than his projected energy as a businessman or their boss.

Taehyung - The World + 4 of Wands

Again, Taehyung is seeing what Bang PD has given them. Just like Namjoon and Yoongi, he's seeing The World as being what they've been given, but the 4 of Wands adds to that. It's this sense of family, home, and stability. I don't really think he sees Bang PD specifically like family, like he probably does, but it's more focused around the other guys. Like, in addition to the whole fucking world, Bang PD also gave him the guys, gave him a home, and gave him this sense of stability within all of that and allowed him to build something up for himself.

Kook - Strength + 5 of Cups

This is a pretty harsh opposition in terms of perspective, much more conflicting than Hoseok's. Basically, it's like he gets a lot of strength and confidence from being praised by Bang PD, but can be ripped down to the very base of his own structures by being criticized or being forced to focus on where he has to improve or do more. So, it's not really like he's focused on Bang PD, he's focused on what Bang PD says about him and to him.

They're very opposite ends of the spectrum, but the 5 of Cups isn't like the end of the world or anything, it's just like this huge bummer on everything else. Especially with how much Kook focuses on himself and judges himself, external critique and criticism really settle with him, and coming from their boss it's probably much more hard-hitting than what the others might take on.

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stratus-skye07 · 6 years

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Between Love Or Love [One] | Suga

*Requested*

Description: Yoongi is the love of your life. You thought he felt the same until he pushed you away before you could tell him surprising news that you were pregnant.

Genre: Angst w/ fluff ending

Word Count: 3k

[Two]

I always questioned what I would do for love. I was never put in a situation where I had to choose between love and what I wanted. For some people, love is the most important thing but for others it’s more of an accessory you can have whenever. Sometimes love is nothing until it really hits you.

I open my black out curtains to let in the bright morning sun. I squint until my eyes adjust to the rays of light. I hear a groan come from my bed. I turn to my boyfriend, Yoongi, rolling over to face away from the window. He buries his head under the pillow. I chuckle to myself before closing the curtains again but leaving them open just enough to let a small ray of light into the room.

I met Yoongi a year ago. It wasn’t until a month or so ago the public found out that we were together. Yoongi isn’t one to openly show his affections besides the casual hand holding or placing his hand on my lap so it just looked like I was another assistant to BTS. Some people though, started to put two and two together to figure out the real relationship between us.

I stand over him shaking him awake. “Yoongi, it’s time to get up.”

He groans a response but doesn’t move an inch. Even though he doesn’t believe it, times like these moments I find him adorable. He always balls up in the fetal position when he sleeps.

I crawl into the other half of the bed. I snug myself up against his torso to take in the smell of his cologne. A smell I love to have in my bed whenever he’s not here.

“Oppa,” I call him in my best baby tone.

He groans again, “Y/N, don’t oppa me. You know I can’t resist when you call me oppa.”

I pull the pillow off his head to finally see his messy blonde hair, “you’re gonna be late for rehearsals.”

Suddenly he wraps his arm lazily around my waist and ends up pulling me closer to his chest.

“Just five more minutes,” He pretends to be asleep by keeping his eyes closed but starts breaking a smile.

I brush his hair, “Yah, you’re my responsibility when you’re over my place. I promised Namjoon and Jin to keep you on schedule.”

Yoongi lets out another groan before laying his body weight on top of me, his head lying on my shoulder.

“Yoongi,” I shove his shoulder but it’s like a dead body lying on top of me, “don’t make me be mean.”

He sighs before lifting his head, “Alright but I need my morning kiss before I go.”

I grin and give him what he asks. I had planned to give him a quick peck but he never lets go of my lips. I try to speak in between kisses but Yoongi ended up pulling me closer and deepening the kiss.

He repositions himself to where his thighs are resting between my legs. As much as his members call him the sloth from how slow he is, the most physical times we have is when we’re intimate, most of the time he’s the one that initiates the sex.

His lips finally make its move away from mine around my jaw line while his hands start venturing off under my sweatshirt that I stole from Yoongi’s closet the last time I was in the Bangtan dorm.

Before his lips can reach mine again, I place my hand over his mouth to stop him, “You’re buying time aren’t you?”

It took a lot of encouragement to get Yoongi up and out of my apartment. I know the risks of dating an idol which gives me more of a reason to be responsible with him and to respect his schedules. I make sure he gets to his dance practices and music show rehearsals on time. The last thing I want is to be a bad influence on him and give his fans a reason to hate me even more.

I start making the bed and cleaning up my room when this harsh wave of nausea hits me. I take a few deep breathes to let it pass but it suddenly gets too much to handle. I rush myself to the bathroom to vomit the breakfast I haven’t even had yet. I usually get bad nausea when it’s close to my period but I’ve never actually thrown up from it before.

After washing my mouth out, I walk over to pick up my phone. Besides the usual texts from Yoongi, I decide to play it safe and look at my period tracker app. My heart stops when I read the notification as soon as the app opened up. It read that I had missed my last period.

No, this can’t be right. We’ve been careful for the obvious reasons. I must’ve forgotten to log my last period. There’s only one way to find out for sure though.

Just when I thought scanning the rows for tampons was embarrassing growing up I’ve come to that point in my life where I’m searching through the section for pregnancy tests and it’s a way worse feeling especially when paranoia kicks in. Any Yoongi fangirl could see me and run to the news about something that may not even be certain.

I pull my hoodie, which was actually Yoongi’s hoodie, over my head and grab the three most trustworthy brands and rush to the counter. I thank the cashier for placing the tests in a black bag for no one to see the contents of it.

I rush out of the market and onto the sidewalk where I accidently run into a pair of school girls. I end up dropping my bag on the floor.

“Oh I’m sorry.” The shorter girl bends over to pick up the bag and hands it to me. I bow my head, “That’s okay,” I take the bag and roll it up to shove into my hoodie pocket. “Thank you.”

“Wait, aren’t you the girl Suga’s been hanging around with?” One of the girls asks, fully examining my features.

I shake my head and keep walking, “Nah, I’m sorry you have the wrong person.”

I notice her glance at my hoodie and gasps, “That’s Suga’s jacket. You are her.” “Oh my god, Suga oppa’s jacket.” The girl practically pulls my hair to pull my hood off.

“Ow,” Irritation starts to set it, “Don’t touch me!” I grab the girl by the wrist and shove her into her friend.

They both look at me with a look of insult when they were the ones that put their hands on me first. The spectators around began to whisper as they watched, some even taking their phones out as if a fight was about to break out.

I ended up turning around and leaving the scene. I really didn’t want to bring any more attention to myself, especially not when I had bigger problems to worry about.

After drinking a whole case of banana milk, I pee on all the pregnancy tests and now wait for them to give me the answer. I align them all up on the edge of the sink until my phone’s timer finally rings. I walk over to the sink to read each test.

First test had a positive sign.

Second test had two lines.

Third test had the word pregnant on it.

I take a few steps back until I reach the wall. I slide down onto the ground as everything was going to change for me and Yoongi. Oh how am I going to tell him? How is he supposed to have a baby right now? His life will be more affected than mine.

It’s a hard pill to swallow but I can’t hide this from him. He has to know sooner or later.

A few days had gone by as work for Yoongi got busier. He wasn’t able to meet up with you since the morning you made him go to work. You had called and texted him numerous times to meet up but his schedules were always in the way. At some point Yoongi began to have an unsettling feeling that you needed to see him for something important. So he invited you to the company that day to spend time in the studio with him.

He was cleaning up his studio when he hears a knock on his door. His face lights up thinking that it was you. Instead, it’s Rap Monster.

“Hey, PDnim wants to talk to you really quick.”

“Okay,”

Yoongi headed into Bang PD’s office where he sat at his desk. His face looked all but thrilled to talk to Yoongi.

“PDnim?”

Bang PD sighs before gesturing to the chair across from his desk, “Have a seat.”

Yoongi started to feel uneasy as he sat down, “What’s going on?”

“Have you seen this?” Bang PD hands him his phone that had a photo on the screen. That photo was of you shoving a schoolgirl.

Yoongi hands him the phone back, “Yes, and I’ve already talked to Y/N about it. Those girls put their hands on her first she was just defending herself.”

Bang PD crosses his arms on his desk, “I know that I gave you the okay to date Y/N but I expected, mostly from you, to keep it all under wraps. I would never think that this type of problem would happen.”

“We do. We’ve been together for over a year and no one even knew that we were dating until recently. She hasn’t been a problem, PDnim.”

“I know you don’t want to hear this but we can’t afford to have this type of look for you.”

Yoongi scoffs, “You’re not saying what I think you saying, are you?”

“You boys are at an all time high in your careers now. I just think dating should be put on hold for another year or so.”

“PDnim, Y/N doesn’t deserve this. If anything, she’s made me more responsible and on time to all our schedules.”

“I’m not saying that she’s bad for you but I don’t think ARMY is ready for this kind of big step. This time was a minor altercation with Y/N but what will happen the next time a fan, or fans, spot her getting milk at the store? You won’t always be there to protect her.”

Yoongi shakes his head at the topic of this meeting. He can’t believe that after being in a relationship, one he never saw himself being a part of in the first place, was being asked to end completely.

Yoongi gets out of his chair and heads towards the door before Bang PD makes one more remark about the subject.

“I’d like to see Bangtan continue in their rise to success as I’m sure you do. You and the rest of Bangtan are old enough to make your own decisions but I strongly recommend that you make the right one. Not just for you but for Y/N as well.”

A million thoughts started going through Yoongi’s mind. He didn’t want to think about being away from you but he kept thinking about the altercation with the fan. Some fans wouldn’t be as gentle as that one was. Some would even consider killing for BTS. He never wants any type of harm to come to you knowing that it was him that had brought it upon you. You’re life was more important after all.

LINE

I take a few short breathes as I rode the elevator to the floors where everyone’s recording studios were. I played the scenes over and over in my head these past couple days. I could see how angry Yoongi would be, how scared, how disappointed, and by chance how happy he would be to become a dad. Every scenario possible came to mind but only one could come when I told him that I was pregnant.

I walk into his recording studio to find him working hard on some new music like he usually does. I clear my throat to get his attention. He turns in his chair to look at me.

“Oh hey, Y/N.” He greets me with just words. Usually he would pull me in for a hug.

“Hi, Yoongi.”

He smiles then gestures to a seat next to him. “Sit down.”

“Um, Yoongi. There’s something important I need to talk to you about.”

He looks at me with a matter-of-fact look, “Yeah, there’s something I need to talk to you about too.”

I nod making any excuse to prolong what I had to tell him, “Okay, you go first.”

He adjusts his seat to face me, “We need to talk about that incident with the fan.”

The need to talk about the subject was kind of confusing since there wasn’t more to discuss about what happened, “Okay, but I already told you everything about it.”

He scoffs, “Yeah and I’ve seen the photos. How could you be so reckless like that?”

I’m taken aback by his attitude, “She nearly tore my hair out of my scalp to get to your hoodie. Both those girls were harassing me.”

“You shoved a fan. That comes back at me and what kind of person I am. That’s a bad look for BTS.”

I bypass the whole topic because there was something more important than me shoving a fan, “Okay, I’m sorry I shoved your precious fan but this is more important than that.”

“Y/N those fans are what make our career. Without them BTS would be nothing. As my girlfriend you should understand the importance.”

I try to hold back the anger that was building inside but something hormonal ticked me off about that statement, “I should understand? I’m sorry that I manage to get you to your schedule on time or that I wait days for you to respond to a single text due to THAT schedule. You don’t have to tell me the importance of your job. I knew full well what I was getting myself into when we started going out.”

“Then you should’ve known that this relationship wasn’t meant to last forever.”

“What are you say?”

“I’m saying that it ran its course. We had a good time together but there’s no reason to continue this anymore.”

Yes there is. I’m pregnant with your child.

But I couldn’t blurt out the truth like this. I swallow the knots that had formed in my throat, “You don’t mean that.”

“I do, now if you’ll excuse me I have twenty tracks to produce and I can’t take any more time away from it.” He turns to take a seat in front of his monitors.

“What about me?”

He remains with his back to me before waving his hand towards the door, “You know the way out.”

I bite my bottom lip to hold back the hurt I was feeling, “Fine, good luck in your career…Suga.”

I make it down to the empty lobby where I sprint for the exit in order to get some air back into my lungs. I bump into a tall figure that I look up to find Jin steadying me from the collision.

“Whoa, slow down Y/N.”

I look up at him with blurred vision from the tears that had formed on my way down, “I’m sorry, Jin. I have to go.”

Jin keeps me still by holding my shoulders, “Hey what’s the matter?”

“It’s nothing.” I get out of his grip to continue my escape out the building.

Suddenly I stop in my tracks when a sharp pain hits me in my lower abdomen area. I drop to my knees as the pain got unbearable.

Meanwhile, Yoongi remained seated in his studio, hating himself from what he just did to you. He never wanted to hurt you but he knew that if you knew the real reason you would tough it out for him. His heart was breaking when you had taken the blame for the fan incident but had to commit to breaking it off with you.

He clenches his fist against his desk when you had said your final goodbye. Once he heard the door slam shut, he let his true emotions come out. He smashed his fist onto the wood of the desk before dropping his head into his palms. He weeps at the thought of never seeing you again after today. He starts to think maybe one day he’ll come find you when the time is right, but he just hopes that it won’t be too late then.

Jin had followed me out of the building and saw that I was in pain. He immediately took me to the hospital. Once I got there the doctors treated me and the pain stopped. They said that the anxiety and stress had gotten to me to where is started affecting my body. In situations like this it’s mostly when miscarriages occur but I was one of the lucky ones since the baby was still fine. When I left towards the waiting room where Jin was waiting for me, he had a look of seriousness on his face.

“Y/N, you’re pregnant?” He asks in a hush tone as we both head out the hospital doors.

“How did you find out?”

He scoffs, “The nurse thought I was your husband and told me that you and the baby were fine. Is it true?”

I nod, “Yeah, I’m pregnant.”

“Does Yoongi know?”

“No and you will not say a word to him about any of this.”

“Why not? I think you should tell Yoongi.”

“Yoongi broke up with me. That’s why I was in such a hurry to get out your way.”

His eyes widen at the news, “He broke up with you? Why would he do that?”

“I don’t know but do you think he’ll want this child now? He’ll just find another reason to hate me. He’s already upset over the fan incident.”

“He’s not mad about that.”

“He told me to my face. He said that our relationship ran its course.”

“That just doesn’t sound like Yoongi. Let me talk to him. There has to be a reason he would say that like he hasn’t had his coffee yet or something.”

I take a hold of his arm, “No please, you can’t tell him Jin. He can’t find out about this.”

“You have to tell him. He has a right to know that he’s expecting a child in nine months. What if he finds out years down the road about this?”

“He won’t.”

“Y/N, you can’t be talking about terminating the pregnancy.”

“No, I can’t do that. I’ll give it up for adoption. At least then it’ll have a better life with two loving parents.”

“But you love Yoongi. This baby is a part of you and him. Can you really just give up on it so easily?”

I start hyperventilating, “What am I supposed to do, Jin? I can’t have this child grow up and constantly ask where appa is or why appa didn’t want him/her.”

Jin pulls me into a hug to calm me from having another panic attack, “It’s gonna be okay. I’ll help you.”

[Two]

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chimswae · 5 years

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Chapter 19

Foreword:

Some stories are better left unsaid.I couldn’t change anything for the world, although the fame part of this industry is tough to handle.Do i have a life? Yes I have my fans.Do i have friends? Yes the members that I cherish. Do i have love? No I have to let go.Life always offers you a second chance. It’s called tomorrow. But do i have any tomorrow?

Pairing: Jimin x OC (Other characters: BTS, OCs, Lee Taehwan)

Genre: Idolau, Fluff, Romance

Word Count: 1,893

Author Note: I crosspost this story from my Asianfanfic account. Mind you, clicheness OVERLOADS

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Chapter 19: The story that we paint together

SMACK!

Jimin could feel his cheeks sting from the sudden attack, not once but twice.

“JIMIN!” Seokjin screamed in agony.

“WHAT THE HELL” Yoongi cussed as he quickly pulled Jimin behind him and eyed the girl dangerously close with hint of anger.

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?” he scowled. Other members reached confused Jimin, making sure he was protected and not being harassed even further.

“Tae ah! Lets head to backstage! What just happened?” Yeoul stood in her seat and picked Minyeol up. The three of them squished between the crowd who seemed as confused as them and making their way to the backstage.

The girl just smirked away without a glint of guilty as she was ready to throw her albums at Jimin’s direction, but thankfully Yoongi strong grip stopped her from doing so. With Taehyung fast reflex, he managed to block one of the albums from hitting Jimin, as he quickly wrapped one of his arm around Jimin.

Taehyung looked over his shoulder with fiery eyes “ THE HELL? Are you crazy” he growled deeply. Yoongi was having a staring battle with the girl in front of her whom seemed showed no sign of fear, she must be desperate and insane.

The securities took the girl away and Yoongi boringly glared at her way one last time before got off the stage following others.

Darting off to Jimin side, Yeoul cupped his cheeks as her eyes glimmer with worries “Are you alright? What happen up there. Oh god, Jimin” she stroked the visible red mark on his cheeks.

“DID SHE SLAP YOU? WHAT ELSE SHE DOES?” she shrieked.

Jimin smiled meekly, pulling her into a tight embrace “Stay like this..” he whispered deeply. Pecking the top of her head, he rested his chin on it with a deep sigh. What a way to end their Wings Tour.

Yeoul felt like bawling in his warm embrace “Jims.. I am sorry” she wrapped her arm around his waist, inhaling his manly scent. Her racing heart slowly tone down, she was worried sick but seeing him in one piece, that’s all matter.

“Dont Yeoul.. I told you to stop apologizing” running his fingers in her brown hair, he whispered awfully low but enough for Yeoul to hear.

A light pat on his back caused him to pull away as he heard Jin told them to move to their waiting room. Following the orders, both of them made their way to the waiting room and as soon as the door opened Minyeol charged to Jimin as fast as lightning with a pout.

“APPA!!” Jimin knelt down to match Minyeol height, taking the younger boy into his arm. Taehwan wrapped his arm around Yeoul and he shot her a warm smile. She mouthed him ‘thank you’ as they watched both of them closely, exhaling a relief sigh.

Tonight’s event was supposed to be one of the happiest however due to that one overreacting fangirl, everything burnt down to ashes. On side note, no one got hurt though Taehyung bruised his back while protecting Jimin apart from that everyone was safe and sound.

Everyone got their makeup removed and changed into something comfortable while waiting for their manager to return with Bang PD. They wondered what happened to that girl though they pitied her but it was still a harassment. This matter should be forwarded to cops.

“Taetae is your back okay?” Jimin caressed his best friend back with a deep frown.

Taehyung nodded with a small smile “Don’t worry Jiminie, my back is okay. It bruised a little, Yeoul helped to put ointment there. It will be fine tomorrow” he convinced the over worried Jimin. They have been friends since forever, Taehyung knew making a fuss of this for whole week.

“I am sorry, that girl was angry at me. They are dragging all of you along” he fidgeted in his seat averting his gaze.

“Jimin seriously? We promise to stay by your side, we are living the promise. Come on smile, duh!” he nudged his shoulder and wiggled his eyebrows. Taehyung never failed him, he ended up smiling at some point. It really felt like the whole loads were being lifted off his shoulders.

Bang PD and their managers made their way inside the room with a deep frown plastered on their face. But soon enough, they broke a small smile indicating everything had been taken care off.

“The cops has taken her away for further investigation. Don’t worry everything will be fine so rest assured” said Bang PD. Finally, they could feel their heart beating normally again. Even though this was nothing as compared the bomb threat received by Apink yesterday, their safety was still at stake.

The concert organizer had been apologizing to Bangtan especially Jimin non-stop for their negligence since it was their responsibility to ensure the safety of the group being taken care off during the due course of the event.

“Bang PD, thank you…” Yeoul broke the silence bringing all the attentions on her.

She inhaled sharp breath and smiled earnestly “Thank you for everything… each one of you.. I have nothing to give to repay your kindness. But I promise to love Jimin.. your Jimin.. for the rest of my life” everyone was touche by Yeoul’s simple gratitude.

Bang PD knew everyone knew, Yeoul was a match made from heaven for their Jiminie. They trusted her wholeheartedly. Jhope and Jin who sat close to Yeoul, gave her a warm hug followed by Jungkook.

“I trust my Jimin to you” Hope hortled.

“It is my Jiminie!” claimed Jin.

Yeoul giggled at their silliness and looked up at Jungkook “I am rooting for Jikook though” his lips broke into one of his cutest smile which melted everyone in the room, Uh-oh that was not an over exaggeration but Jungkook managed to do that. He swooned woman’s heart with a simple smile.

“Ow Yeoul, I think you forget about Vmin” Taehyung headlock Jimin, ruffling his soft hair with a teasing smile.

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Dating a luminary could be pretty messy and crazy.

First, you have to deal with their fans.

Then you need to reconsider their ability to commit to such relationship.

Most importantly, was it just their fans who are against your relationship with this particular luminary? Of course not. You had to ensure that one important people who practically own them in many ways, their agency whether they supported this unrequited love.

Oh, well it was worth the risk if you’re dating Park Jimin.

And you had a kid with this crazily sexy Park Jimin.

Na Yeoul was the luckiest girl on planet. Girls around the globe were screaming hard to get Park Jimin’s attention but to no avail.

Jimin only had his eyes on that one person. Na Yeoul.

“I promise to cherish Na Yeoul for the rest of my life. And, yes I am proposing to you” he tore his eyes from the audience in front of him to face Yeoul. She gaped at the sudden confession, since she was only being told this press conference was a follow up to Jimin’s written apology.

Cameras flashed from every corner of the room. It was definitely a big news for the world to witness, considering a wedding bell was about to be heard soon.

Her eyes brimmed with tears “Jimin…What is this all about” a heavy lump on her throat forbid her to inquire further. With zero knowledge of this proposal, she took a hold of Jimin hand making sure it was not mere dream.

“Na Yeoul, will you let me be the guardian of your heart, the father of your son and most importantly the man of your life, I promise- no I vow to love and cherish you forever. Let’s grow old together baby and keep our family big. Marry me Na Yeoul” the audience gasped at Jimin short but super sweet proposal.

No fancy decorations or fireworks but just two beautiful souls sharing their promises and love.

Yeoul bit her lower lips to surpass her ugly sobs, and she nodded with a big fat smile plastered on her face “ Yes, Jimin. Yes oh god yes” losing her words, she could only nod with tears wetting her cheeks.

Wasting no time, Jimin cupped her face leaning in for a sweet kiss. They heard people stood on their feet cheering for them.

“I love you” he whispered between kisses.

Caressing his hand with a smile, Yeoul rubbed their nose together “I love you too” she murmured. This was one of the best thing that ever happened in her life. Who could imagine this day would come?

The day where Jimin would propose to her. To be frank, she never expected her relationship with Jimin to be this serious, it was beyond insane.

Even after their mini reunion back then, she wanted to remain friends at least just so Minyeol could be close to him. Minyeol’s feeling matter the most. Jimin had been thinking about marriage for so long. He thought it was a rash decision but after he talked it out with his parents, Yeoul’s mother, his members and Bang PD, he gained confidence through it.

He had their support and surprisingly Suga gave him a very good marriage advice. He secretly admired that hyung from now.

Marriage is a huge step for both of them but they’re willing to face all the obstacles together. Love is another thing but trust is the utmost element in keeping their relationship alive. Without it, the love that they built for years would remain as another memory.

Jimin and Yeoul spent thirty more minutes answering questions from the floor pertaining to their wedding planning. Now the table had turned, everyone was interested of this wedding announcement. Every breathing souls in the city was talking about this.

Bangtan Sonyeodan was trending again for the nth time however it was different this time. The trend was filled with positive articles and critiques from their fans. They could not stop fans from leaving but they were grateful some decided to stay by them till the end.

From this incident they actually gained quite a number of fans to cover up the loss. Businesses who first planned to terminate their contract with Bangtan suddenly were willing to sponsor for Jimin’s wedding. It overwhelmed Big Hit’s staff.

After the wedding press conference, they had to work around the clock due to unending phone calls and visit that they received from different brand sponsors. Some even requested a special interview with the lovebird but Bang Pd had personally assigned two or three platforms to conduct that interview.

At this rate, he didn’t want to overwhelm Yeoul and Jimin. There were lots of things to be settled before the wedding. Bang Pd is a proud papa!

Speaking of wedding, Jimin had personally selected all Bangtan members to become his wingman at his wedding. Guess, the members had something to look forward to in few months. The wedding would be very simple and private with the presence of their closed friend, families and medias.

Jimin understood his world could be a little glamorous for Yeoul so to match her preferences, he preferred a simple wedding. What matters the most was the vow that they about to exchange that day.

He could not wait to make Yeoul his. Officially his.

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