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bangtansocean · 2 months
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Roommate's Prohibited List: Seven
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“Kiss me,” he repeats.
You can feel your heartbeat on your ears as you scan his face, his drunken smile growing bigger as your heart accelerates. 
He can’t be serious. 
“You are so drunk” you put some distance between you as you shake your head. 
“No, I'm not!” He replies in a defensive tone. A big frown decorates his face as you laugh with an eyebrow raised, staring at him incredulously.
You are not sure how to react when he gives you the same look back, almost like he’s ready to fight you about it.
“Well, you thought I was cute at first, so why don't you kiss me then?” You joke, trying to bring a more lighthearted tone to the conversation as you reach for the water bottle that’s placed on the floor between your chairs. 
You are about to take a sip when you hear Soobin sigh, “I want to.” 
There's a big silence for a few minutes, unsure of what to do with this information. 
You had a feeling he did, but you know playing along this game can end in you moving out, or being rejected in the long run. 
You also have to keep in mind that this man is drunk. 
However, you are not sure why or how, but you can feel a burst of adrenaline pumping inside of you, your words escaping your mouth before you could even think about the consequences. 
“Then what’s stopping you?” You stare at him with big eyes, your breath becoming unstable as he stares into your eyes with surprise.
“That I'm drunk.” 
You both laugh at his honesty as he shifts on his seat, his lips turning into a straight line before his eyes close for a few seconds. 
‘And the rules?’ You whisper, turning your attention to the water bottle in your hands as he sighs.
Soobin stays silent for what feels like an eternity, you turn to look at him only to find him staring at the floor, a faint smile appearing on his lips before he chuckles.  
“Fuck the rules,” he laughs. 
He leans closer to you as his hands land on your jawline, his lips ghosting your ear as he whispers, “I will kiss you.” 
You can feel your heart skip a beat when he moves again, his lips so close to yours as you both heave. You are about to close your eyes when you see him shake his head, another chuckle escaping his lips “Not today though, I'm trashed.”
You curse yourself in your head before smiling at him, both laughing at his drunken state as he leans closer and kisses your cheek “but I will kiss you, it's a promise.”
He makes you pinky promise him in between laughter before taking another deep sigh, downing the water bottle in an attempt to sober up.
Soobin is deep in thought, a sudden frown appearing on his face. 
“You don't have a boyfriend right?” He turns to you, deepening the frown before hoffing. 
You blink repeatedly before laughing, rolling your eyes at his question.
“Are you okay?” He asks at the sight of your perplexed self. 
“Okay that's enough. It's bedtime.” You jump out of your chair and offer him a hand to help him up.
The problem is, he's not only drunk, but he’s also half asleep, making him extremely clumsy. 
Soobin curses as he trips on the tiny step in front of the balcony door. “Fuck, sorry.” He whispers as he holds onto you to regain balance.  Your attention is drawn to his touch as you both make it inside; one hand is on your waist and the other over your shoulder as he side-hugs you.  
“But you are single, right? Just tell me” He insists in a louder whisper. 
You shush him as you let go of him for a second. He rests his head and back  on the wall as you close the balcony door slowly, praying it doesn't screech again. 
“y/n?!” He asks in his full volume. Making you turn around and covering his mouth with your hand. 
“Jesus Christ, Yes! Yes I am!”  you whisper, slightly stressed at the amount of noise he’s making on the echo-y hallway. 
You can feel him smiling under your palm, his hand slowly reaching yours as he free’s his mouth from you. “Okay, good.” 
He locks his fingers with yours, pulling you towards him as your intertwined hands now touch the wall behind Soobin. “Let's sleep together then.”
You look at him in shock as you involuntarily gasp. 
“Not like that” He quickly adds, moving your hands to his chest.“ I just want cuddles, please.”
You want to say no and turn down the idea immediately, but a part of you knows that your choices are two. One, to have him in your bed, supervised, or two, have him roaming around the house in this state, potentially waking up Beom Gyu, and having to deal with him being pissed and grumpy all day tomorrow.
 So you decide to go for the stupid option. 
You open your bedroom door slowly, guiding him to the bed in the dark before turning your night table lamp on. 
“Nice room,” He looks around once the lights are on. 
He continues to scan your room like a child as you open your closet, finding some clothes that could fit him.
“Here, these are the biggest I have.” You give him your biggest shirt and sweatpants. 
“Oh, thanks.” He grabs onto them with a smile before placing them next to him. His hands reach for the back of his shirt, removing it in one swift move. 
Your eyes linger on his chest and his abs as he reaches for the new shirt, turning around too late as he laughs at your reaction. 
He caught you staring. 
You can feel the heat on your cheeks increase as you go back to searching for clothes in the closet. Finding some pajamas for yourself as you hear him stand from the bed and undo his belt. 
You swallow harshly as you close your eyes, trying to control your horny mind into picturing what was happening behind you. 
He is lanky and tall to the naked eye, but still very lean once you can see his muscles. He clearly does a lot of sports to have that physic. 
“What side do you sleep on?” His voice interrupts your thoughts.
“Left,” you reply. You can hear him roll on the bed to the other side, humming satisfied when his head touches the pillow. 
You believe it's safe to turn around, so you do. 
He’s laying down facing the wall, his messy hair resting on your pillow as he snuggles into your bed. You glance at him quickly before making your way to the bathroom to get changed. 
Hopefully, by the time you are back, he’ll be asleep. 
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You open your door slowly, peeking into the dark and now silent room. You spot Soobin resting on his side, facing you. His hands placed by his face, accentuating his cheeks, making him look extremely adorable. 
You’re scared of waking him up and having to deal with his drunk shenanigans again, so you take your sweet time getting into bed, almost like you are in slow-motion. 
Once you finally make it to bed, you move the sheets around and slide into your bed slowly. 
You sigh in relief once your head is against your pillow, your body sinking into your bed as the tiredness takes over you. 
You turn your head to the cute guy sleeping next to you.
You scan him with endearment, a tiny smile appears on your lips as your eyes linger on his pouty lips.
The tiredness finally takes over you, and you close your eyes and snuggle into your covers letting yourself drift into sleep.
However, you are quickly startled when you feel Soobin shifting, his arm reaching for your waist as he pulls you closer to him, his head resting on your shoulder as he hugs you tightly.
“Mmm, you smell nice," he whispers. 
“You scared the shit out of me.” You whisper back in a lazy whisper.
“Sorry” 
“Mhm” You end the conversation there, both of you are too tired to even try to continue it. 
You didn’t want to fight back, so you give in to Soobin’s touch, falling asleep as he cuddles you tightly.
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The faint mumbling in the kitchen wakes you up. 
You take your time to fully wake up, noticing Soobin is no longer resting next to you, and you begin to wonder if last night even happened, or if it was just a dream. 
Well, you can clearly hear him in the kitchen with Beomgyu. 
You take one deep sigh before making your way out of bed and into the bathroom. 
The shower helps you to fully gain your senses, and you are more than certain that last night wasn’t a dream. You are 100% sure it happened, but you are not sure how much of it Soobin actually meant. 
Should you confront him about it? Or is it best to let it be? 
Yeonjun’s loud voice snaps you out of your thoughts, saying his farewells before he enters the house and into his bedroom, exhausted after a long shift. 
You hurry yourself and get changed quickly, wrapping your hair on a towel so that Yeonjun can use the bathroom as you are sure he will want to shower before heading to bed. 
“Good Morning,” you walk into the kitchen while drying your hair with the towel, making your way to the counter with plans on making some oatmeal for yourself. 
“Morning y/n.” Soobin greets you, “I actually made some porridge, you can have some.” He smiles at you as he grabs his bowl and heads to the couch that is made up as a bed, noticing he is wearing his clothes again and all his things are by the couch. 
Did he move in the middle of the night to sleep on the couch? 
“Hungover huh?” you tease him nervously, serving yourself some porridge avoiding eye contact as you try the first spoon of the delicious meal. 
“I'm actually not,” Soobin replies, “However-”
‘Don't,” Beomgyu cuts him off as he appears from the laundry room that's behind the kitchen, making you both laugh.
“Soo.. you’re playing with us ?” Gyu asks as he grabs some water from the fridge and makes  his way to set up the console. 
“Sure, I’ll blowdry my hair first and then I’ll join.” You smile at your roommate, who nods with a satisfactory smile. 
You knock on Yeonjun’s door to see if he needs the bathroom, but get no reply. You slightly open the door to notice Yeonjun passed out on his bed, his clothes still on as he snores lightly. 
“Bless his heart, he must have had a tough shift.” Gyu says, his head peeking into the room. 
“I guess I have the bathroom for myself” You whisper, closing the door and turning around to head to the bathroom. “I’ll join in a bit.” You repeat yourself as you enter the bathroom, leaving the door slightly open so that the humidity lessens. 
You can hear the guys gaming in the living room for a few rounds, laughing every now and then when they start bickering at each other for losing. 
You are almost done blow drying your hair when you spot Beomgyu walking past the hallway and into the balcony for a smoke. 
You check yourself in the mirror before unplugging the dryer, startled when you spot Soobin’s reflection in the mirror behind you. 
‘Hey,” his voice is soft, his head peeking through the door as he leans on the hallway wall. 
“Hey, how are you feeling?” You ask him, even though you already know he is not hungover. 
“I'm good” He nods awkwardly, “Thanks for letting me stay at yours last night.”
So he remembers. 
“No worries..” You nod back as you brush your hair, making sure everything looks good and in place. 
You try to ignore his presence as you finish doing your hair, but he continues to stare at you in silence. 
“You look beautiful today.” He whispers, his head turning to watch the balcony entrance quickly before turning back to you. 
You finally turn around, facing him without the mirror and taking a few steps closer to him. “Soobin I-” 
“I meant it.” He interrupts you. 
You stare at him perplexed, almost in shock at the fact that he is acknowledging last night first. “I remember everything that happened last night, and I meant it.” He exhales frustrated, “Just thought I should let you know.” He adds in a whisper, his eyes meeting yours with intensity. 
You are about to reply when you hear the balcony door slide open. Making him straighten his posture and clear his throat. “Are you done yet? I need to pee.” 
Beomgyu walks past you guys like nothing has happened, and all you can do is nod as Soobin opens the bathroom door wider, giving you space to walk past him and into the living room. 
“ HURRY UP I’M READY TO PLAY” Gyu’s voice snaps you back into reality as you take a seat next to him. 
“‘I’m here.” You smile as he hands you a controller. 
“ I know,” he smiles back. “Now we play!” He squeals excitedly as Soobin joins you in the living room, sitting on the other side of Beomgyu on the couch. 
You play for a few hours until they have to leave for their tennis classes, to which they invite you, but you kindly reject. You want to spend some time by yourself tonight.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come? You don’t have to play, you know? You can just sit there and enjoy the sunset.” Beomgyu asks one more time as he zips up his bag and adjusts his hat. 
You shake your head as you lean by the couch, “You guys enjoy it. I have stuff to do for school.” you reassure him you’ll be fine. Plus, Yeonjun must be waking up soon, and you miss hanging out with him. 
“Okay then, We’ll leave you to it then.” Beomgyu smiles before turning to Soobin.
“You’re ready?” he asks his friend who just nods, his eyes turning to you as Beomgyu begins to walk towards the door. 
“Have fun!” You wave shyly at Soobin, which he reciprocates before turning around and walks behind Beomgyu. 
You hear the main door lock and their steps echoing outside as they go down the stairs. 
A deep sigh escapes your lips as you pick up your plate and place it in the sink. I’lll wash it when Yeonjun wakes up, you’re thinking to yourself as you make your way into the hallway that leads to your room. 
You are about to open your door when you hear the main door unlock again, turning to see Soobin standing on the other side of the hallway. His breathing is uneven as he just ran up the stairs. 
“I forgot my phone,” He says in between breaths, taking a few steps towards the counter and grabbing the phone, sliding it to his back pocket.  
“Mmm, Kay, bye.” You bow to him lightly before turning your back to him again, opening your door as you expect him to walk back out. 
However, you freeze in place when you hear footsteps approaching you, turning your head to see Soobin rushing to you with a smile. 
Your heart stops when his hands delicately hold your face in place as he smashes his lips against yours in a feverish kiss.
It takes you a second to reply to the kiss, your hands finding his waist as your lips mold to his, kissing him back sweetly as he softly pushes your body against the wall, deepening the kiss. 
You hear him moan against your lips, smiling as he gives you one last peck before he pulls back, his thumb caressing your cheek as he smiles wider. 
“Kay, bye,” he whispers through his smile. 
He lets go of you and takes a few steps backwards, licking his lips before laughing and turning around, jogging towards the exit. 
Once he reaches the door, you see him turn to you one last time, his fingers brushing his bottom lip as he chuckles before opening the door and disappearing, leaving you dumbfounded. 
What the fuck just happened?
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BTS OT7/Multi-Member Master Fic Rec List
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OT7 unless otherwise specified.
hit;record - kithtaehyung (Yoongi, Seokjin)
About Love 1 - mochiimac (SERIES)
Tied Up! - justanotherarmyfangirl
Stretch You Out - chateautae (Namjoon, Jungkook)
Eidolons - sopejinsunflower (SERIES)
the comforts of creatures - interesting-interludes (SERIES)
Starring Role - explicit-tae (Jimin, Jungkook)
night shift - aquaagustd (Yoongi, Hoseok)
two in one - here2bbtstrash (Hoseok, Jimin)
Lost and Found - flowerfangz (SERIES)
Loved by Seven - imaginebeautifulwords (SERIES)
Fake Love - jellifysh (SERIES)
Belong: a drabble - ratherbefangirling
Sunset Songs -bunny-kookoo
The Ravenheart Manor - seokoloqy
night shift - aquagustd
feels like home - btsrunmylife (ot7)
envolver - jjungkookislife
Creme de la creme - breadoffoxy (Taehyung, Jimin, Jungkook)
oh, little red - jincherie (Yoongi, Jimin)
Hybrid Games - moviefreaklover -major-infires
Butterfly Tattoo Studio - Hoseok, Jimin
No Relation to Morals - smasmashie
I'll still stay - rmontr
Origins - sugamoonv
Find Rest for your soul - bobaandasiandramas
Seven Days of Dates - bangtansocean
Woman Without Flaws - sweetlyskz
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Masterlist | BTS Masterlist
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piedpiperslists · 1 year
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Taehyung Drabbles (XVIII)
* s - contains smut
“I’m sorry.” by @stayjimin established relationship
“You’re so pretty.” by @stayjimin established relationship, idol au
Cheers by @smeraldos coworkers au, retro office au Summary: In a time of shoulder pads and tight deadlines, no one gives you the time of day. Good thing silver linings exist, like your annoyingly perceptive co-worker.
Welcome Back Home by @musicloverxoxo7 s established relationship, PWP Summary: Another boring Zoom call for work. Except, your boyfriend comes home from a long work trip and wants to be close to you. Even with your camera on, he’ll find a way.
Blazed on You by @bangtansocean FWB Summary: Your best friend Taehyung and you gather for your weekly smoking session.
Pillow Talk by @jjkeverlast established relationship Summary: A morning with Taehyung and some odd cuddles.
We Owned the Night by @knamjooned established relationship, idol au
Sattelite by @theiris-storyvault exes to lovers, idol au
Fireworks by @minisugakoobies neighbors au Summary: Taehyung knows exactly why he doesn’t remember last year’s fireworks.
'Things I learned in Paris' by @7ndipity established relationship
“That means we’re both idiots” by @yoongiversal exes to lovers
The one where Taehyung wants to fly you to the moon. by @indgio established relationship Summary: You’ve been overworking, but Taehyung knows exactly how to make you feel better.
Crush by @milfgyuu strangers to lovers, neighbors au Summary: Your new neighbor takes an interest in more than just your farm.
Soft™ Taehyung by @gimmethatagustd s FWB
My Head on Your Shoulder by @ikpopwriting established relationship, idol au Summary: A song in a moment brings back memories with a common theme: your head on Taehyung’s shoulder.
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bbangtansocean · 2 years
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Sampled: Part Three
You are now reading part 3 of sampled, click here to read the first part. 
⏤𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: mature content ahead: sex talk, reader sub/yoongi dom, moan kink, praise kink, slight brat taming, slight pet play, oral sex (m), fingering, spanking, chocking, protected sex, overstimulation, aftercare.-word count: 2.7 k
Part: 01 | 02 | 03 [completed]
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His low tone mixed with the way he is staring at you makes your skin hot. You grow shy as you grab the hem of your sweatpants, slowly taking it off to reveal your black cotton thong. You silently thank yourself for not wearing any ridiculous pattern panties while stepping out from the pants carefully, Yoongi’s eyes watching your every move.
“That’s it, good girl.” He grabs your waist once again, pulling you closer for a kiss.
You wrap your hands around his neck as he places one hand on your waist and guides his other hand to his pants as he undoes his belt quickly, kissing you as he struggles to take the belt off.
He finally unbuckles the belt, and with a swift move he brings it up to your neck, wrapping the cold leather around it before breaking the kiss, buckling the belt carefully around your neck like some sort of leash.
He looks you in the eye looking for your approval as he plays with the belt around your neck, making sure it’s not too tight. You nod, reassuring him that it was okay and that he could continue. 
You’ve never had anyone do something like this to you, but you were already enjoying the power dynamics of it. 
He wraps his end of the belt around his hand before pulling it down to the floor, forcing you to get on your knees right in front of him.
“Get to work, baby” You look up, watching him smiling from above as he licks his lips in anticipation. You feel so small yet so empowered by the situation that you can’t help but smile before biting our lips, your eyes focused on his bulge as you caress his thighs. Even if you are the one with a leash on, he is still giving you full control of the situation.
“Make sure to let me hear you moan with my dick inside your pretty mouth.” He states as he pets your hair lovingly, your hands going to his pants as you quickly undo the button and open the zipper, pulling his pants down just above his knees. 
Your hands slide from his thighs to the hem of his boxers, leaning forward to kiss his bulge over the fabric. Yoongi gasps at the feeling, knowing that as much as he wanted to enjoy this, he was not going to be able to last too long in this position. The mere thought of having you on his knees sucking him makes him feel like he is seconds away from cuming, especially when you are, indeed, about to suck him while on your knees, looking at him like you are about to ruin him.
You roll his boxers down until they meet his pants, his erection completely hard against his abdomen. To your surprise, he is bigger than what you imagined, but not big enough that you wouldn't be able to handle it. You slowly brush your fingertips against his shaft, making your way to the tip, where you apply pressure to his frenulum with your thumb before wrapping your hand around his dick, causing him to moan at the contact.
You brush your thumb over the tip, collecting the pre-cum that was leaking from it with a hum as you start to slowly shift your hand up and down his erection. You look up to find Yoongi staring at your every move, his jaw tensed up and his eyes slightly squinted from the pleasure. He pulls on the belt lightly, making your lips brush against the tip of his dick, the small contact making him moan as he  bites his lips without taking his eyes off of you. You look back at him with innocent eyes as you poke your tongue out, licking from his frenulum all the way to the top of his tip, smiling mischievously at him as he moans.
“You are such a fucking tease y/n” he whines as he throws his head back with a grin on his lips.
“You don't like that?” You tilt your head slightly to the side, acting innocent even if the smile plastered on your face screams evil. He looks back down, your hand moving slightly faster over his shaft as you stare at him with puppy eyes.
“I fucking l-love it.” he replies, as he pulls on the belt once again, your lips now closer to this dick. “Now be a good girl for me and put it in your mouth,” He warns you with a stern tone.
“Yes, sir.” You reply, mocking him one last time.
Yoongi’s dick twitches at the nickname, tugging from the belt one more time, this time a little bit harder. You guide his tip to your lips where you leave a gentle kiss before licking it again, your tongue drawing circles around the now redden tip.
 You open your mouth wider, pushing him inside your mouth before sucking gently. He moans your name when he feels you pushing him deeper into your mouth, the saliva drooling from the corner of your lips making his dick fully wet even before you had him all in your mouth.
 You tease him when you almost bottom down, his tip close to hitting the back of your throat before slowly move back up, doing it all over again. You’re bopping your head up and down as you coat his dick with your saliva, your tongue twirling around his shaft and tip every now and then. You release his length from your mouth with a loud pop, a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his wet and rosy tip.
Yoongi is now a moaning mess as he struggles, trying not to cum on your mouth every few minutes while you give him the best blowjob of his life is hard, very hard. He always imagined you were good at giving head, but he never imagined he would be able to confirm his theory. 
You take his member into your mouth again, this time taking him all in as you sucking hard on it, your hand reaching for his balls to massage them with the palm of your hand.
A loud gasp escapes Yooongi’s lips as he rolls the belt around his hand until the amount of belt between your neck and his hand shortens, pushing you in as you take him all into your mouth deeper than before, making your eyes start to tear up a little as you try your best not to choke. You try to relax your throat around him, failing to do so as you start choking, pushing his thighs as he releases you quickly.
“Fuck, are you okay?” he asks, worried he has pushed you too hard. You nod in assurance, coughing lightly as you grab his shift again, breathing deeply before trying again. “Fucking hell” Yoongi whines as his tip reaches the back of your throat, his knees weakening at the feeling. “You’re going to kill me, y/n” he says between hard breathes. You bop your head a couple of times, barely taking him out of your mouth. 
You moan at his words, the vibration making Yoongi’s dick twitch as he pulls back, feeling his orgasm approaching too fast, too soon. He takes his dick out of your mouth quickly and tugs on the belt upwards, getting you off your knees as he connects his lips with yours desperately.
He kisses you hard, pushing you against the desk once again as he takes his shirt off, throwing it on the floor next to your sweatpants. You hum against his lips, satisfied with his impatience as you giggle against his lips.
“What’s so funny to you, huh?” He asks you with an amused tone, stepping out of his pants as he embraces you with his naked body, his hands finding your ass and squeezing your cheeks.
“Nothing,” you tease, still laughing. “what’s gotten into you?” you smile against his lips, unable to stop laughing at the sudden change of attitude. He pulls away from your lips with an eyebrow lifted and a half smile plastered on his lips.
“You,”He replies with an attitude, “you and your stupid moans are what has gotten into me.” he says, now laughing with you as he takes the belt off your neck, throwing it on the floor and leaning forward to leave a few kisses on the reddened skin.
“Hmm, you really like them, huh? Weak spot for my moans?” you mock him, faking a moan that makes him roll his eyes with a huff. Suddenly, his mouth turns into a dangerous smirk while his hands find your hips, grabbing you harshly as he turns your around quickly. You gasp at the sudden movement, your hands finding the table before you could fall on it.
“You joke around too much, kitten” he says as he spanks one of your ass cheeks, the afterburn making your panties even wetter. His hand slides down to your covered center, where he brushes his finger up and down your core, making you moan. He laughs at how quickly you are back into submission, lifting his hand to spank you on the opposite cheek. You squeal, as you press your thighs together, creating some friction in hopes to pleasure yourself. “Not so talkative now, are we?” He mocks you again as he leans forward, his dick sliding against your wet panties, his bare chest touching your back as he leaves a kiss on your shoulder.
“Yoongi,” you moan, gaining a low chuckle from him. He grinds against you multiple times, his tip brushing your needy clit, making you moan again.
“You’re such a moaning mess,” he says between his teeth, trying to regulate his breathing. “Maybe I should record them” he rubs his tip against your clit harder, making you gasp from pleasure. “What do you think? Should I turn the microphone on? Sample your pretty moans for my next track?”
“Fuck, Yoongi.” You whine, your walls clenching at the idea. His hand reaches for the sides of your thong as he plays with the material, slowly sliding it down your legs until it reaches the floor. You feel him lean over the small cabinet next to you, taking a condom out before closing it again and going back to his position, his fingers sliding between your now exposed folds.
You arch your back as his fingertips press against your clit, both of you moaning at the pleasure it's causing you. Yoongi starts moving his fingers over your sensitive bud, flicking it at a deadly pace as you feel the pressure on your abdomen increase. You feel your orgasm approaching embarrassingly quickly, your legs shaking as two fingers fondle around your entrance, his thumb now circling your clit with just the right pressure.
You feel Yoongi’s long fingers enter you, your walls clenching at the sudden intrusion. You let out a quiet scream, covering your mouth with your hand, scared that you were getting too loud. Yoongi hums victoriously, taking his fingers out just to slam them back in, causing you to moan for the hundredth time tonight.
“I could listen to you forever.” He praises you as he increases the velocity of his fingers. “But I think we’ll save the recording for next time, what do you think kitten?” He asks you with a grin on his face as he curls his fingers slightly, immediately finding your soft spot.
“F-fuck, Yoongi, whatever you want” You struggle to get your words out as he removes his fingers from inside you as he opens the condom and quickly rolls it the thin material on his dick. “Just fuck me already, ple-ASE.” He thrust his lenght inside you in one deep thrust, his tip hitting your g spot almost immediately, making you scream.
“Fuck baby you feel so good.” Yoongi moans as your walls clench around him violently. He kisses your back and shoulders, giving you some time to get used to him before he starts moving slowly in and out of you, making sure each thrust is deep enough to poke your sweet spot every time he fucks you.
It doesn’t take long before you are both struggling to keep up, moaning and cursing at each other as Yoongi slams his dick inside of you over and over again. His thrusts have become faster, fucking you at an ungodly but delicious pace. His right hand is now wrapped around your neck, his left hand between your legs as he flicks your clit with his fingers. Your arms are around his neck, trying to keep your chest up as he fucks you senseless.
“Yoongi, I’m- “ You gasp for air as your orgasm hits you faster than you expected it to. Your knees weaken as you let go of him, supporting yourself with your hands against the table as Yooongi continues to fuck you through your orgasm.
 You whine at the overstimulation, your legs threatening to close, but Yoongi's hand between your legs prevents you from doing so, his fingers still stroking your extremely sensitive bud. “Yoongi for fucks sake.” you cry to him, laying your chest against the table as you close your eyes tightly, feeling like you could faint any minute.
His left hand moves from between your legs to your hips, helping you stand still as he slams himself inside you over and over, his thrusts becoming sloppier by the second.
“Fuck y/n.” He moans your name repeatedly, praising how good you feel around him. The uncomfortable feeling of his fingers circling your swollen and oversensitive clit slowly turns into pleasure again, moaning his name as he reaches for his high and yours. Your clenched walls and push your ass against his hips helping him thrust deeper into you. It doesn’t take him long to cum, reaching a violent orgasm as he fills in the condom inside you, the warm feeling sending shivers down your spine. You are both gasping for air, your chests rising and falling at a brutal pace, both full of sweat. “You’re trying to kill me, Min Yoongi.” you say as he moves back, his soft dick sliding out of you, making you both hiss due to the overstimulation.
“Not kill you,” he laughs as he ties the condom and throws it in the trash can. “I was just trying to show you how much I like you.” he walks back to where you are, turning you around and carrying you bridal style all the way to the couch. He covers your body with his blanket, planting a sweet kiss on your lips before he searches for a water bottle and opens it for you.
“I think there’s nicer ways to show someone how much you like them, Yoongs,” You mock him as you take the water, feeling much better after you take a sip, the water easing the dry feeling of your throat. Yoongi takes his underwear from the floor and quickly puts it on as he continues to walk around the room, opening the condom cabinet where he takes out a package of tissues.
“Hmmm, is that so? Like what? ” He asks with a laugh as he kneels in front of you, lifting the blanket to expose the swollen lips between your legs. You quickly close your legs, growing shy at his blunt actions. He looks at you with questioning eyes, taking him a while to understand. 
He massages your calves as he kisses your legs “I just want to clean you up, if that’s okay.” He shows you his gummy smile as he kisses your knee. You nod shyly, opening your shaky legs as he takes a wipe and starts cleaning you up, making sure to be extra careful around your sensitive areas so he doesn’t hurt you. “So tell me,” he starts, “what other ways are there to show the person you like how much you like them, other than giving them the best sex of their lives.” He smirks as he kisses your thighs once he is done cleaning you up, pulling the blanket down again.
He walks towards the garbage can once again, turning around as he hums, letting you know he is still listening to you.
“Well, you know,” You start, “You take them out and buy them flowers, you serenade them, or even write a poem or a song about how they make you feel.” You cuddle the blanket, a smile forming on your lips, the idea of doing these things with Yoongi makes your heart skip a beat. “ and for your information,” you talk a little louder this time, ready to tease him with another unnecessary comment, “the sex wasn’t even that great” you huff, his body dropping next to yours as he hands you your underwear. “You didn’t even eat me out.” you complain as you take your thong and manage to put it on under the blanket.
“So you’ll let me take you out on a date?” Yoongi asks as he scoots over closer to you, looking at you with excited eyes. Your cheeks turning red at the same time his hand rests against your covered thigh, both of you feeling shy from the romantic intimacy of the moment.
“You want to take me on a date?” You ask back, your voice coming out an octave higher than expected. He laughs at your cuteness, leaning forward as he ghosts his lips against yours.
“Of course I want to take you on a date, dummy. I’ve been dying to do so ever since I met you” he confesses, smiling close to your lips.
“Really?” You smile back, looking at his loving eyes with excitement. He nods, closing the gap between your lips with a sweet kiss. “Well I’m glad, because I’ve been dying to go on a date with you ever since too.” you confess back, his lips connecting with yours again, smiling between kisses.
“Are you free Saturday?” Yoongi asks you with a serious tone. You nod at his question, to which he nods back. “Perfect then, it's set.” He smacks his hand over your thigh, making you frown in pain from the burning sensation it left. “And after the date we can come here so I can eat you out, I’ll turn the microphone on so we can hear it back and count the times I’ll make you cum with my mouth ,” he jokes, “I was thinking maybe two or three for starters, what do you think?” He whispers before he laughs out loud, your hand hitting his chest as your gasp. The audacity of this man, a man you are falling in love with, you think to yourself.
“Way to ruin the moment, asshole!” you whine with a smile on your face as he hovers over you, wrapping you in a hug, your face resting against his naked chest.
“And you loved it, don’t lie to yourself” He whispers, kissing the top of your head as he embraces you tightly.
“I do, I love everything you do.” You whisper back, smiling to yourself.
“Good, because I love everything you do.” He confesses back as you wrap your hands around him, sighing with relief as you close your eyes, the fatigue hitting you all of a sudden.
“Good, because I’m not going anywhere.” A yawn follows your reply as you snuggle against his chest. He shifts around until you are both laying down on the couch comfortably.
“Good, because I don’t plan on letting you go.” He pulls the blanket over both of your bodies, getting ready to nap.
“I’m counting on it.” you reply, your eyes shutting down slowly, a faint smile lingering on your lips as you both fall asleep happily holding each other, just like last time. __________
This story ends here.
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bangtansocean · 10 months
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Roommate's Prohibited List - Choi Soobin
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⏤𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜; Your new roommate made the rules clear. No hooking up with his closest friends… but he never said anything about falling in love with them.
⏤𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Soobin x reader 
⏤ Au: [university students]
⏤𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Prohibited love. fluff, smut?
Content Table: 01 l 02 l 03 l 04 l 05 l 06 l 07 l 08
ONE
"Are you sure it's available? It doesn't sound real." your tone is quiet, almost a whisper as you take a sip of your matcha latte, staring at your friend Monica with big eyes. "It has to be a scam." 
She laughs before shaking his head. "Mingyu just graduated and he's moving with his girlfriend to the other side of town!" She slams the table and leans forward, causing you to jump in surprise at the loud thud. "And of course it's real, Minnie is my best friend !! He can definitely hook you up with the apartment owner. In fact, I'll call him right now." She exclaims frantically, picking up her phone to dial her first emergency number. 
You sigh at your overly dramatic friend before taking another sip of your latte, feeling like this too, will be a failed attempt at getting a new place.
Third year of university is starting soon, and your school has moved all your classes to the new building which is on the other side of the city. The area was pre-booked by all the first years who already knew their classes were going to be there, so at this point it's almost impossible to find a good apartment in the area that's not infested by annoying first years, or that's decent enough for someone to live in. 
"Ahh! You're the best Minnie!! I'll forward her his number! Bisous." Monica hangs up the phone with a grin on her face, a message popping up on your phone before she tells you the news. Slamming her phone against the table which makes you feel bad for the poor phone. "Mingyu was just leaving the apartment and was able to ask him directly, they are looking for a new roommate and he put a word in for you!" 
You blink repeatedly, absorbing all the information you have been told just now. Is she for real right now?!
She does dramatic little claps as she smiles at you, "I just sent you his number so you can talk to him directly, but I'm sure Mingyu has sold it out for you." She winks before taking a sip of her iced coffee. 
"Oh wow," you exclaim, almost perplexed.
You were completely hopeless just a few seconds ago, and now you suddenly are almost sure of getting Mingyu's old room?! 
You look down at your phone that pings again, only this time it's a message from a number you don't have saved on your phone. A thumbnail of a video intriguing you as you open the message. The video is a brief tour of the apartment you and Monica have just been talking about. 
< Message from unknown number >
Hello y/n, this is Beomgyu :) 
I'm Mingyu's old roommate. He told me that you are looking for a room close to the new university building. We were a little hesitant about having a first year coming in to live with us, but Mingyu told us you are a third year like us! and you are good friends with him which means we'll get along just fine. :)I'll leave you a small video tour of the apartment, but feel free to come by anytime!!!
Hope to see you soon, the better Gyu x
You laugh at the last part of the text, clicking on the video to find yourself amazed at how big and well kept the apartment looks. The apartment is modern, and has great lightning which is a big plus for you. Gyu's voice pops in and out of the video as he guides you around the apartment. 
'That's Yeonjun's room, and this one is mine. Yours would be down the hallway by the balcony. Oh! And you get your own shelf in the bathroom too!' He continues to show the apartment to you, finally making it to what would be your room, and it takes less than two seconds before you are convinced this is the perfect place for you to move to. 
< Message to Beomgyu >
Hey better gyu! You're a great tour guide, I'm definitely sold! I would love to move in as soon as possible, would Sunday work for you guys? 
<Message from Beomgyu> 
Sunday's perfect. I'll send you the bank details so you can send me the first installment :) 
See you soon~
You smile at the phone, letting out a small squeal. "Monica I got the room!" You smile at her, dropping your phone on the table before stimming out the excitement and relief you just felt. 
She accompanies you in the excitement, squealing with you as you both laugh, "I told you Minnie would hook you up, girl! Congrats on the new place" She raises her iced drink in victorious cheers. "To a new house full of adventure, good study sessions, good grades, new friends and to hopefully find you a cute boyfriend!" Monica giggles after making her cheers, making you laugh before rolling your eyes. 
"I don't know about the last part, but yes, cheers to it all." you smile before downing the last sip of your coffee. You pay your bills and say your goodbyes after finishing your coffee, a busy weekend ahead of you both. 
Monica is heading to her dad's dinner party, and you should head home asap and start packing. After all, moving day is in just two days. 
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"Holy hell this place is huge." you are in awe at the apartment you have just walked in. 
"Yeah, my dad is the engineer of this building so it was easy for us to get a good one for cheap." Beomgyu smiles at you, his fluffy hair bouncing with him as he walks you into the living room. "Here, let me help you with this," He stops next to you, taking the suitcase from your hands which you thank with a small bow. 
"Is this all you're moving with?" He asks while pointing at the suitcase, a mocking grin on his lips as he scans behind you for any more stuff. 
"Oh, no." You laugh, shaking your head. "The van is coming tomorrow morning with my boxes. it's Sunday so they only do pick ups today." you nod, hiding your sweaty palms in your pants back pockets. 
You find yourself giggling and extremely nervous at meeting your new roommate. He is tall, and very extroverted which makes you feel... intimidated? 
"So, as I said on the video, the first room to the right is Yeonjun's. We do group cleanings twice a week, and a lady comes once a month to help clean up anything we left untidy. But always clean after yourself as best as you can!" You can tell he's extremely picky with the cleanness of the house. Everything is perfectly organized, even the books by the studying area were arranged by color schemes. "We do group laundry on Wednesdays, and everyone gets two days of the week for watering the plants, but we can discuss that later once Yeonjun is available." He continues as you walk around the place, turning left from the kitchen into a long hallway. 
"We're usually pretty chill." He adds, "Only big rules apart from the whole cleaning thing are five: Number one, no loud noises past 11pm. Two, you only get one 'free pass' friend who can come whenever, and we have to meet them beforehand! Anyone else you need to text in the groupchat at least 30 min prior. Three: anything outside your fridge and bathroom assigned areas are free for all to use and consume..."
You walk past the bathroom to the last door on the hallway, and just like he said, your room is parallel to the big glass doors that open to a spacious and sunny balcony. It's decorated with a few plants and a tea table surrounded by a few chairs. It's very modern and yet very welcoming, just like the rest of the apartment.
"Number Four: No hooking up in public areas of the house, at least not when others are around." He winks at you before placing the suitcase in front of your door. He pulls a set of keys from his pocket and unlocks your room. "And five, no hooking up with any of the roommates and their selected 'free pass' friends. Just to avoid any awkwardness in the future, you know." He turns around with a small smile on his face, pleased with himself for finishing the tour successfully. "But don't worry much about that one, I'm sure it won't be a problem, no offence!" He innocently adds in a small giggle, making you blink repeatedly with your eyebrows raised at him. 
Even though he's clearly not your type, nor were you planning on ever hooking up with your roommates, the offense was absolutely taken! 
"Okay, I'll let you settle in now." he smiles bigger as he hands you the set of keys. "If you need anything you can text me, or just knock on my door. My room's the one by the kitchen." He points at the door that's on the other end of the hallway, almost parallel to the bathroom door. "Welcome home" He smiles again before bowing at you. He turns on his heels and walks towards his room, which he reaches in only a few steps. 
This man has long ass legs, you think to yourself as he disappears into his room, leaving you to really absorb your new home. You scan the completely white room, except for the light-grey curtains and bed covers that are perfectly placed over the bed with a small post-it note on top. 'Welcome home, we got these for you as a welcome gift, hope we are not too bad as roommates, Gyu & Yeonjun <3"
You smile, touched at the cute detail while taking a seat on the bed, a big sigh of relief escaping your lips. 
You are pleased to see they seem pretty normal people. The place is beyond your expectations, and you can see campus from the balcony! It really feels like a scam, you think to yourself again, sighing one more time before getting up. You play some music on your phone as you unpack your suitcase slowly. 
You can hear some steps on the hallway a couple of times throughout the day, some small talk happening in the hallway before the main door is heard, followed by complete silence. It seems like whoever arrived has now left with Beomgyu, so you decide to take a quick nap while they come back and then finally meet your other roommate, Yeonjun. You pick your clothes from the closet and make your way down to the bathroom. 
You take your time and enjoy your first shower, taking this time to also organize your toiletries on the empty shelf. You walk back to your room and quickly snuggle into your new, comfy bed; quickly drift into a deep, deep sleep.
---- a/n: hehehe hello Tumblr, long time no see! Currently super inspired to write, so hopefully I'll be able to update my other stories this week :) Hope you had a lovely day today! Happy reading, Ceci x
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Wrong Right One [JJK]
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"I say we kill her," He presses the gun against your skin harder, making you whine in pain. Your tears start to fall involuntarily as you shake in fear but, your eyes showed little to no fear. In fact, you had no will to even try to fight back, or beg for mercy.
Because little did they know, you had no reasons to stay alive until one of the members of the most claimed mafia group accidentally kidnapps you, giving you a second chance to live.
• Jungkook x reader
• Angst, fluff, smut
Warning: This story contains strong language, sensible topics and mature content. Please read at your own discretion.
Content Table: Ch. 1-5 | Ch. 5-10...
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!!!!! This story is originally from Wattpad. Updates in Tumblr will be slower as they will be made every 5 chapters in Wattpad.
Read it on Wattpad here
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CH. 1 - 5
Word count: ~19.7K
Chapter one:
The pavement is blurry through your eyes as you walk under the cold rain. 
The weather has become colder, the thick fog covering most of the night sky making the setting somewhat uneasy and dangerous, but you couldn’t care less about your safety right now. 
In fact, you can’t find yourself to care about anything. 
After months of struggling, you found yourself losing everything you ever had. Your car, your house, your job and everything you’ve worked so hard for. It all started to go down the drain when you received a call from your lawyer, telling you that your assets have been sold to someone who completed the payment of the commodities you were paying in small installments due to your low income. 
You couldn’t understand how they could take everything from you like that, leaving you with no choice but to live in your office. And trying to survive within four small walls that had nothing but a desk and a big sofa was a pretty big challenge. 
However, you found yourself living comfortably and were able to hustle your way for a week, but you suddenly got kicked out of your office and had your psychology license placed on hold by your superior due to an “improper practice”, reported by someone anonymous who claimed to be your patient. 
You tried your best to stay positive in the situation, sleeping on the streets for a few days until you almost became a victim of a terrible assault, which happened just a few minutes ago while you were trying to get some refuge from the rain. 
Your body is shivering and your tears won’t stop falling, blending in with the rain that pours heavily on you as you walk with your head down and heavy steps to that big building you’ve always gone to when you needed a breather. 
But tonight you were going there to do the opposite. You were going to the building with no intention of walking out of it.
In fact, you have no intention of staying alive tonight. 
Life feels meaningless at this point.  With no family to support you and no friends to rely on, you decided you wanted to stop suffering and end this never ending nightmare your life has become in just two months time. 
The familiar building is now standing in front of you and you make your way to the emergency stairs on the sides of the building, taking a deep breath in before beginning the path to the last minutes of your life, the burden of the world and your overwhelming emotions rushing over your body, feeling heavier with every step you take to the last floor. 
You admire the skyline even through the fog and darkness, the lights of the building looking like blurry stars as you contemplate the horizon, taking slow steps towards the edge of the roof, sitting on the corner with your legs dangling from the edge of the building, the distance between your feet and the floor making your body ache. 
It's a long fall.
It’s definitely going to hurt if I make it out alive, you think to yourself, closing your eyes and taking a few deep breaths before praying your last wishes. 
“I’m sorry this is how things have to end, you deserved better.” You tell yourself as you take a deep breath in, getting ready to jump. 
“Yeah, you do.” You hear the voice of a stranger behind you before you find yourself in complete darkness, a strange choking sensation tightening on your throat when you try to scream. 
You open your eyes and take your hands to your neck, realizing that someone behind you has placed a bag over your head and starts to tighten it by the neck, feeling the two hands move from your neck to your shoulders, wrapping around your arms and pulling you far off the edge. 
You can’t help but try to scream, your survival instincts kicking in as you struggle to set yourself free from whoever is trying to strangle you. You can feel your body weakening at the lack of air, slowly falling into a deep sleep and losing the fight with the stranger who, from all you could remember, had cold hands and a sultry voice. 
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“What do you mean you got the wrong girl?!” 
You can hear a raspy voice next to you, the panic on their tone very obvious as you begin to awaken, the bag that was over your head now replaced by a blindfold, your arms and legs tied down by what felt like a very thick rope. 
You lay on the cold floor in confusion. If you are not the girl they were looking for… what happens now? 
“It was foggy and I couldn't see right. I know its a pretty bad fuck up but its done; she’s not who we are looking for.” 
You recognise the voice of your kidnapper, gasping in surprise at the sound of his voice, the fear growing inside you again as the room suddenly grows quiet. 
The voices of the two guys died down at the chattering of your teeth, the cold room giving away your conscious status to everyone in the room. 
A pair of loud heavy boots stomp around you. The steps growing louder as the presence of a man standing next to you makes you tremble in fear. You can feel his body heat closer to you as squats next to you, a squeal escaping your lips when you feel his hands on you. He manhandles you roughly, grabbing you by the shoulders and sitting you on your knees before taking the blindfold off. 
The sudden light makes your eyes hurt, blinking a few times before adapting to the light, your vision is too blurry to identify how many people are in the room right now. 
“If you scream I’ll shoot.” You hear the voice of the man behind you as he tightens the ropes on your hands, your palms sweating at the sound of his raspy and authoritarian voice. 
“Don’t, Hyung. We need to wait for the others. They should be here soon.” You recognise the voice of a third guy, his tone low and calm. Your vision is now clear enough to see two pairs of boots standing a few meters away from you, making that three people in the room with you. 
The others? How many of them are there? 
The loud sound of a door bursting open startles you, making you look up to the area where the sound came from, your eyes fixated on three other figures dressed in all black walking into the room and making it to where the other two are standing. 
“You fucked up big time, Jeon,” the blonde guy with a high pitched voice says before laughing mockingly, his hand landing on the hair of one of the guys who was standing infront of you while the others bickered between them loudly.
“Shut the fuck up, Jimin.” He knocks the hand of the shortest one away from him, gaining a roll eye from the blondie. 
You blink a couple more times before you look back up to them, looking attentively at the five guys standing in front of you. They all had fairly pale complexes, dressed in all black and they all looked surprisingly attractive and well groomed, somehow making you feel more uneasy. 
What did they want with you? Were they human traffickers? 
A loud hiccup escapes your lips, cursing yourself silently as the room grows quiet again and all eyes turn to you, the attention making you hiccup again. 
Why did you have hiccups when you were scared? Fuck. 
“Our apologies, ma’am.” The voice of the guy who was behind you startles you again, his figure coming to view as he walks towards the other guys, his sculpted silhouette and silver undercut making you hiccup again. “It seems like we got the wrong person, according to our friend here.” 
“Oh,” The sound escapes your lips, nodding to his words as you gulp loudly and scan the room again, noticing the eyes of the blonde guy glued to you as he tightens his jaw, clearly unhappy with his coworker for getting the wrong girl. 
The room grows quiet again as the silvered hair guy back up from your body, staring at you with his jaw tighten. A guy with long curly hair steps forward, his hand full of beautiful and refined rings landing on the guy with the silver hair, whispering loud enough for you to hear.
“What should we do with her, then?” He looks back at you with worried eyes, feeling uneasy at the sudden tension growing in the room. “Should we let her g-?”
“No.” Your kidnapper interrupts immediately, all eyes turning to him in confusion. “She’s seen our faces already, we can’t just let her go.” He adds, crossing his arms against his chest which draws your attention to his tattooed sleeve. 
“That’s true,” the silver-haired guy says, turning around to look at one of his friends who is standing behind everyone else. “ What do you think, boss? What should we do?” 
“I’m not sure yet,” A tall, broad guy walks forward, his fingers pushing his black hair back as he stares attentively at you. His eyes scan you slowly before a frown decorates his face. “Are we sure it’s not her?” He squats in front of you, his hooded eyes glued to you as he scans your features, feeling confused at the idea of you being the wrong person. “She has the same eyes.” 
“Would I lie to you, boss?” Your kidnapper says in a threatening tone, making the guy in front of you turn around with an incredulous look.
You can feel the tension between your kidnapper and their boss, a quiet but intense conversation happening through eye contact as everyone else looks to both of them with stone cold faces, unfazed at the challenging attitude of the youngest against the oldest. 
The blonde guy, whose name you remembered to be Jimin, suddenly walks forward. He clenches his jaw as he stares at you with fiery eyes before pulling his gun from his belt, the cold metal pressed to your forehead as he loads the gun with one hand, making you gasp in fear.
“I say we kill her,” He presses the gun against your skin harder, making you whine in pain. Your tears start to fall involuntarily as you shake in fear. However, your eyes showed little to no fear. You had little to no will to even try to fight back, or beg for mercy.
 At the end of the day, this is what you wanted: you wanted to die.
You close your eyes and bite your lips, waiting patiently for the gun to fire. “She is of no use and we can’t let her go. She’s better off dead.”  
The front sight of the gun is now against your forehead, the cold material making you weep as your entire body tenses, anticipating the bullet to perforate your skull.
“Hyung, move.” Jimin orders their boss, tilting his gun to the side telling him to move away, so his clothes wouldn’t get bloody, making you weep even harder when the gun is back to your forehead, this time pressing the gun against your skin harder. 
His jaw clenches as his fingers caress the trigger. The build up of the situation is making you feel sick, why couldn’t he just shoot you and end it all quickly? You gather the little energy in you to challenge Jimin, hoping he would just shoot you once in for all. 
“Just fucking do it alrea-”
“Put the fucking gun down!” The sound of a second gun loading makes everyone except Jimin turn around. 
Your kidnaper is now pointing his gun at Jimin, everyone’s eyes dancing between you and the tattooed guy who was now pointing his gun at Jimin’s back.
“Always trying to be the fucking hero dont you, Jeon?” Jimin laughs cynically as he turns around to look at the youngest, who is looking at you with tense eyes, smacking his lips and cursing himself under his breath. “I'm trying to save our asses here, Jungkook, you have no right to tell me what to do!.”
“We don’t kill innocent people, Jimin. Put the gun down.” He slowly lowers his arm, guiding his gun back to his belt before huffing. 
“Innocent my a-”
“Shoot me.” You beg, your voice coming out louder than you expected it to. The six men, with bulged eyes, turn their attention back to you. “Just fucking do it, please.” You can’t help your voice from cracking mid sentence, making some of them confused, while some of them are looking at you with pity. 
“Shoot me asshole,” you provoke him, your volume rising as you continue to talk. Your eyes are glued to Jimin’s as he hollows his cheeks, his hand shaking as his anger builds up from your challenging words. “You said it yourself, I’m better off dead. So what are you waiting for?!” You are practically screaming now, a burning sensation in your throat makes you swallow, the taste of blood invading your taste buds. “SHOOT ME!” You can feel your heart beating faster than ever.
The tears now fall uncontrollably from your eyes as the sound of a gun being fired makes you scream, your eyes closing suddenly at the feeling of the gun moving away from your forehead. 
“Jungkook’s right, Jimin, drop the gun.” You turn your head to the side where you notice a new guy approaching from the door.
He is about the same height as Jimin, but seems a bit older and has longer blonde hair. He walks towards the rest of the group; The smoke of the fired bullet comes out of the gun as he lowers his gun and walks towards you after giving his gun to one of the guys in the group. 
Your eyes look for the bullet, a small dent on the wall next to you shows you where the warning shot was aimed to, not too far from your body which makes you wip. 
You hear the steps of the newer guy approach you and Jimin, his hand taking Jimin’s gun and putting it on his belt, dismissing him to walk back to the rest of the group. He squats next to you as he stares at you with soft eyes, his empathy and calmness making you feel somehow better. He turns around to look at their boss.  
“I got this, Jin.” He says, gaining a nod from him as he turns to look at Jungkook, signaling to gather with him for a quick chat away from the group as the new guy handles the situation. Jin and Jungkook stand not too far from the group, whispering to each other with serious expressions. 
The new guy stares at you for a few more seconds before his hand grabs onto your jaw, turning your face to him as he inspects your face with a frown. 
“Jungkook’s right. It’s not her.” He says, a disappointed sigh leaves from his lips as he stands up straight and walks towards his colleagues.
“But-”
“But nothing, Jimin.” He turns to look at the blonde guy with cold eyes. “We can’t kill her either so… what should we do?  Jin?” Everyone’s eyes turn back to who they referred to as boss before, both him and Jungkook staring at you with worried eyes. 
He hesitates before turning to Jungkook, who is now looking down with a frustrated look on his face, biting his pierced lip in distress.
“Jungkook,” Jin calls him, making him look up with big doe eyes. “This is your fuck up, how would you like to fix it?” You sob again before your eyes lock with Jungkook’s for the second time tonight. 
Kill me, please. You mouth to him with pleading eyes before your body violently shakes, the adrenaline making you feel extremely cold, your body becoming feverish as your vision becomes blurry once again. 
He stares at you hesitantly, the internal turmoil inside him making him nauseous as he takes one more look at you before he looks back at Jin, a determined look in his eyes. 
“She stays alive,” He says, which makes you sob loudly, gaining another round of confused stares from some of the guys. 
“No, please. Please just kill me.” You beg between sobs, the desperation building back up, the ringing in your ears becoming louder. “Please.” You cry now to Jin, who is looking at you with pitiful eyes.
“Give her some clean clothes, food, and a place to sleep. We’ll keep her hostage until I find a way to deal with her.” Jungkook says before glancing at you quickly, his eyes focused on Jin who nods at his statement. 
“You heard the man, make our guest feel welcomed.” Jin claps twice before everyone spreads around the room, most of them even leaving the room through the door they just came in. “Jungkook, Yoongi; Meet me at my office after this.”
“Jin, I don’t think this is a good idea..” Jimin whispers next to him, but he is quickly dismissed by Jin who walks towards you, snapping his fingers at the guy with the silver haired undercut. 
“Joon, help me untie her?” Jin says. Joon nods and kneels next to you, his hands working fast behind you as you feel the ropes fall loose. “Look at her wrists Joon, you almost cut her circulation!” Jin scolds him before slapping his friend’s shoulder. 
“I’m sorry about that… are you okay?” Joon asks you as he lets your wrists free and proceeds to untie your feet. You only manage to hmm in response, making them frown. 
Once you’re completely free from the ropes, your body hovers forward against your will, falling against Jin’s chest.
He makes sure to catch you before you crash your body against his, slowly cooing you into his chest as he embraces you in an awkward hug. You are now sobbing against Jin’s chest as he holds you tightly and he looks at Joon with anxious eyes, unsure of what to do. 
“Please,” You weep against his chest, his black shirt quickly becoming wet from your tears as you sob uncontrollably under his embrace. 
“I’m sorry sweetheart, I don’t know why you want to die so bad, but we can’t help you.” He says in a quiet voice, almost trying to comfort you with his statement.
“I know it doesn’t look like it, but we truly are not the bad guys here. We don’t want to harm you.” Joon says with a soft voice, hoping to ease your crying. But the warmth and comfort these two have brought you just after being under the point of a gun overwhelms you with emotions, unable to stop your crying. 
You just need today to be over. 
A loud clearing of a throat makes the two men shift their gaze up to the guy who shot the warning shot, his eyes glued to you as he stands next to his friends.
“Jin.” He starts. “We cleared a room for her already, She’ll be staying in room 17.” He announces, making both of the men nod at him before they stand up, struggling to hold your body up. Your limbs feel too weak and out of your control, making your body fall weak in their arms like you’re a rag doll. 
“Yoongi?” Jin says as he struggles to stand up with you. 
“Oh,” Yoongi approaches you and holds you by the waist as he throws your arm around his shoulders, holding you stable as Jin stands up and fans his wet shirt with his hands. “Can you walk?” Yoongi’s sultry voice rings in your ears before you shake your head, the numb feeling in your legs beginning to slowly become an aching pain. 
He sighs in desperation. “Jungkook?” He calls in a loud tone. 
“I’m here.” Jungkook comes out of the door where most of them have disappeared from, biting his lip at the sight of you. 
“She can’t walk,” Yoongi says. That's all it takes for Jungkook to understand what he wanted. 
Jungkook approaches you and carefully places his hands under your legs and your waist, carrying you bride style with ease as he makes his way towards the main door. Jin, Yoongi and Joon follow behind as your eyes begin to feel heavy, the world turning black for the second time tonight. 
Chapter Two:
A deadly headache wakes you up, adjusting your vision to the little light in the room before realizing you are now in a bed, and you are not alone. 
“Hyung, She’s awake.” The low voice of the curly haired man startles you, his figure sitting calmly by the end of the bed you were laying down on. 
“Thanks Tae, can you tell Yoongi she’s awake? He’s in Jin’s office I believe.” The one guy with red hair replies, coming into view as he approaches you from the door that seems to be the bathroom. 
Tae bows to his superior before walking out of the room with quick steps, leaving you alone with the red headed guy who is smiling at you with pitiful eyes. 
“Hey, you scared us there. We thought you weren’t going to wake up.” He places his hand over your shoulder and helps you to sit up on the bed, your head pounding as your headache gets worse.That was the idea, you think. “I’m Hoseok, but you can call me hobi,” He digs into his pocket and pulls out two small pills and places them in the palm of your hand, his free hand reaching for the water bottle that’s on the night table next to you. “It's ibuprofen. You must have a terrible headache,”
You stare at the guy carefully, noticing he is wearing a white coat that looks like a doctor’s coat.. Is he really a doctor? You blink a couple of times before looking back down to the pills that sit on your trembling hands, feeling skeptical about what exactly he was giving you to consume. 
“How do I know you are not giving me something else?” You ask him in a quiet voice, gaining a big chuckle from him as he throws his head back laughing. 
“That would be against my profession.” He says with a smile on his face. “We are not trying to hurt you, remember?” He reminds you before he opens the water bottle and offers it to you. “Feel free to not take them though, but you must be having a killer headache after fainting like that. I would take them if I were you.” 
You take the pills one by one and place them on your tongue, washing them down your throat with the cold water he offered you, the fresh beverage soothing your throat. Hoseok hums satisfied before turning around and going back to the bathroom. You stare at his back as he sings to himself while lifting small flasks and unpacks new, fresh needles.
He turns around with an injection on his hand, making you frown at the idea of receiving an injection from a complete stranger who worked with the guy who kidnaped you. However, your thoughts are interrupted by a soft knock on the bedroom door, Yoongi walking in with a tray that contained some food that smelled amazing. 
“Hey, glad to see you woke up already, you had us worried.” Yoongi says as he places the tray on the nightstand, the sight of stew and some rice makes you salivate. 
Yoongi notices you staring at the food, licking your lips unconsciously as your eyes are glued to the blue tray. “Here, we made you some stew.”  He hands you the spoon which you take after hesitating for a little bit. You weren't sure why exactly they were being nice to you, but you were too hungry to care, so you decided to eat it quietly, thanking them silently for the delicious and warm meal. 
“I’m Yoongi, I’m the knife specialist here in the circle.” you look at him with confused eyes. The circle? “And that’s hobi, our doctor.” He points at Hobi, who has been staring at Yoongi quietly this whole time. He clears his throat and nods before approaching you two and sitting next to Yoongi by the nightstand. 
“I prepared a small booster for you.” He says as he places a big syringe with a long, thin needle that's wrapped in the packaging, letting you know it was a new, clean one. “We ran some blood tests while you were asleep, and your levels of iron and vitamin c were really low. Once you finish eating you, feel free to take a shower and then inject this anywhere in your arm or your thigh and it should work just fine, if you are too scared to do it on your own just wait until we are back and I’ll do that for you.”
You bow lightly and they bow back, turning to the door to give you some space to eat and recover from your long slumber. You dive into your plate and eat the food in complete silence, the muted voices of the guys filling your ears now and then as they walk down the hallway laughing when you hear two of them playing around, a loud ouch making you giggle and choke on a grain of rice.
The door suddenly flies open, the curly haired guy coming to view as he stares at you with big scared eyes.”Are you okay?” He asks out of breath. You notice the tattooed arm behind him, his face sneaking a quick glance in before turning around and staring at the wall while whistling. 
You clear your throat before replying. “Yeah, just choked on a rice grain” you chuckle at yourself, taehyung joining your laughter as he nods and closes the door again, letting you finish your meal in peace. 
A satisfied sigh escapes your lips, resting the tray on your side before standing up and walking around the room, opening the closet to see a few clothes folded there, as well as a package of new underwear and socks for you.  
When did they get all of this?  You wonder, but quickly notice that it's men’s underwear. You realize that one of the guys must have had to sacrifice their new underwear for you, the thought of it making you giggle. 
Maybe they really aren’t bad afterall. 
You make your way to the bathroom and decide to take a long hot shower, pleasantly surprised by their choice of products, the smell of lavender filling up the shower as you condition your hair and scrub your body. 
You walk out of the shower feeling much better, your tender muscles relaxed thanks to the water pressure and the lavender. You dry your hair with the towel before opening the bathroom door and heading back to bed, deciding to take another nap since you still feel tired. 
A few steps into your bedroom you notice something different, the new things on your bed calling your attention. A pack of lotion, hair products and even a blow dryer were laying on your bed which makes you huff in disbelief. 
Why are they so attentive? Are all kidnappers this nice?  You think to yourself in a humorous tone, a small grin decorates your lips as you take the blow dryer and look for an electrical outlet, plugging it to the closest one to the mirror stand. 
You are ready to start the blow dryer when you notice the shadow of someone standing by the door. His reflection in the mirror startles you, making you gasp as you take the hairdryer against your chest. 
“Jesus Christ, you scared the shit out of me.” You mumble, pressing your lips into a thin line when you hear Jungkook’s giggles. 
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” He says with a smile,“ I knocked but I guess you couldn't hear it.”  He huffs, still finding your reaction hilarious which irritates you a bit. He stands next to the door in silence, his body leaning on the door frame while his arms are crossed in front of his chest as he stares at you through the glass. A small grin on his lips as he stands there in complete silence, making you a bit uncomfortable. 
You decide to ignore him and mind your business, applying the heat serum to your hair and brushing it lightly with your fingers before taking the dryer. You are about to turn the hair dryer on when his voice breaks the silence. 
“Why?” he asks. You turn around to see a serious Jungkook, his eyebrows frowned as he squints his eyes at you. 
“Why what?” You ask back, unsure of what he was referring to. You rest your back against the wall as you cross your arms over your chest, mimicking his posture. 
“Why did you um…” his eyes venture into the room, landing on the floor in embarrassment. “Why do you want to die so bad?” his voice now coming out as an insecure whisper. 
You blink a couple of times before swallowing loudly, startled at the sudden question. “Uhh…life,” You answer, shrugging your shoulders before his eyes land on yours again.
“Life?” he answers back with a huff. “That doesn’t really answer the question, but I won’t pressure you to tell me anything.” He shrugs his shoulders before taking his eyes off you which you take as a goodbye, turning around and blasting the blow dryer at full capacity. You begin to dry your hair peacefully as he scans the room, his eyes landing on Hobi’s booster. 
“You should take that” He says, but you are unable to really understand him due to the loud sounds of the blower. 
“What?” you ask, turning it off before turning around, noticing that he was no longer by the door, but by your bed. His hands reach to the small booster Hobi had made for you. 
“You should take this, Hobi’s boosters are great.” He unwraps the hygienic paper from the needle and looks at you, taking a few steps closer to you.
“Oh …yeah,” you say, covering your upper arm as you feel him getting closer to you, the smell of his cologne flooding your nostrils as he stands in front of you. 
“Here, I’ll help you.”  He holds your hand and removes it from your upper arm, extending it towards him as he searches for a good vein. 
“Wait” you say, pulling your arm away and sighing. Your heart beats faster as you take a deep breath in. His proximity and the needle in his hand both make you nervous.
He lifts an eyebrow in confusion, reading the worry in your eyes and taking a step closer to you, his free hand landing right over your collar bone. His thumb caresses the side of your neck slowly, waiting for you to look back up at him.  
You notice an unusual warmth in his stare, his eyes transmitting some comfort as he continues to caress your neck and collar bone, making your skin tingle. 
“It’s alright, you won’t even feel it, I promise.” He reassures you, his breath hitting your cheek as he slides his hand down your arm, extending it again. “Close your eyes and take three deep breaths.” He commands in a whisper. 
“One,” He counts. Your head is now against his chest, both of his arms wrapped around you as he soothes you, taking in the first deep breath. You flinch when you feel the cold cotton against your skin, disinfecting the area as he holds your forearm firmly, making sure you don’t move it as he guides the needle to your skin. 
“Two,” you close your eyes tightly, feeling a slight pinch on your arm as he makes the vein more pronounced, letting out a loud exhale as you wait for the next count. 
“Three,” you squeeze your eyes tighter, but notice how his arms loosen their grip on you. Your eyes land on his and then on the empty geringe on his hand as he turns around to wrap the needle in the cotton. “All done,” he whispers as you stare at him startled, confused on how smooth that was. 
He walks towards the bathroom and throws the needle away on the yellow box that was labeled for sharp objects only whale you work on regulating your breathing. His eyes land on yours as he turns on his heels and makes his way back to you. 
“You alright?” he asks, his hand grabbing your forearm and placing a small band aid on the tiny blood spot in your arm. “For someone who just tried to take their life and had a gun against their head, a simple injection should not make you this nervous.” He says in a serious tone, but the grin in his face reveals that he is trying to ease the tension that was built between you two. You huff, unamused by his comment as a smile appears on your lips, his eyes glued to the bandaid as he seems to zone out. 
His hair is wet, which means he had just taken a shower right before coming here. His clothes were more baggy than the ones he was wearing before, his oversized sweater drawing your attention. It was clearly a hand made, crochet sweater. The front is decorated by a cute little bunny, the contrast of his pierced and tattooed body to the sweater making you laugh silently.
You look up to find him still zoned out, his lips tighten up in a straight line, frowning as he stares into nothing. Your mind is now doing pirouettes as you tried to figure out how he ended up in a kidnapping gang. Most of them, except for Jimin, seemed to be good people, and clearly had no intention of hurting you. 
“Why did you save me?” the question slips out of your lips before you realize, cursing yourself as he looks up, meeting with your eyes. His face is now inches away from yours, his mouth agape as he scans your face, taken aback by your sudden question. 
He licks his lips before replying. 
“Life,” He whispers. 
You feel his fresh breath mixing with yours, his chest rising more violently as both of your breathings pick up, heaving as you lean closer to each other. Your lips are almost touching when a soft knock on your door startles you both. 
Jungkook cleared his throat before the door opened,moving away from you quickly as his body was now hovering over the bed to pick the blue tray with the empty plates, leaving you standing there in an euphoric state. 
“Ah Jungkook, you’re here.”Jin says as his figure walks into the room, turning his attention to you as he smiles. “Just wanted to have a quick chat with you if that’s okay?” He asks you, to which you answer with a sharp nod that he mimics. “Perfect, do you mind if we talk in my office?”
“No, that’s fine.” you reply in a hoarse tone, making both Jin and Jungkook frown. 
“Let’s go, I’ll make you some tea.” Jin turns around and signals you to follow him, which you do. But not before turning around and taking one last look at Jungkook, who was now turning on the blowdryer and using it on his damp hair while he looked at you through the now steamy mirror. 
Chapter Three:
“y/n?” You frown at the name. “Why do I need a new name?” 
“It’s just to protect you in the meantime,” Jin tells you, a serious expression on his face. “We already started the creation of your documents so it's a little late to change it. I apologize for not consulting it with you first.” He says as he squats down to reach the lower cabinets on his desk, pulling out a knife. 
“I guess I’ll grow on me with time.” You shrug, not giving it much thought. “Jin?” 
“Yes, y/n?” He grins when he sees you frown, trying his best to acostume you to the new name. 
“Why is your office the kitchen?” You question him with a raised eyebrow, staring at him in confusion as he takes the mushrooms and slices them into small pieces. 
Jin lets out a quiet chuckle and you look around before giggling, not expecting this to be the kitchen of seven men, let alone the office of someone that looks like Jin. 
The kitchen is modern, but it’s decorated with cute farm animals. The fridge is plastered with photos of when they were younger, especially photos of Jungkook. You quickly learned that they have been living here for forever, the whole complex belonging to the members of The Circle. 
You quickly learn thanks to Jin that The Circle is the association the guys are under, known to be one of the most dangerous groups in the area. You can’t say you are surprised to hear they work for the circle, making you question how the most dangerous group could have kidnapped the wrong person. 
Jin explains that they were given a very confusing task with little to no background information, which is why Jungkook made an honest mistake. A mistake he most likely is going to pay for when the guys leave for the headquarters tonight. 
“They won’t hurt him, right?” You ask quietly, scared to hear that he could be in real danger because of you. 
Jin smacks his lips together before rolling his eyes. “There's no way. Jungkook is The Circle’s baby. No one could ever lay a single finger on him. And even if they wanted to, I wouldn’t allow it.” He assures you. 
You sigh in relief to hear that he is a favorite within the group, silently thankful it was him that got you and not someone else who would’ve had a terrible future ahead if they weren’t as lucky or loved as Jungkook. 
The sizzling oil snaps you out of your thoughts, focusing back on Jin who is mixing the mushrooms into the pan as he laughs at your question. 
“Cooking helps me relax,” He confesses. “It helps me think and focus on my thoughts. I know it's not a very ‘manly’ setting, but it works.” He looks up at you and winks cheekly at you before turning around to take the heavy cream from the fridge. 
You engage in small talk with Jin, soon joined by Tae not long after the food is ready. He makes himself comfortable and serves you both a plate of the pasta Jin made for you, joining the two of you on the kitchen island for some small talk while having dinner. 
Tae takes his time to tell you all about him and his upbringing as you indulge in Jin’s delicious pasta. You learn that most of them grew up in The Circle, not really having much of a choice than to be a part of it and continue their parents' work. 
Tae is one of the guys who was born under The Circle’s watch, so he never knew life outside of it. His parents started to work on international missions ever since he turned three, which is why he never was close with them, and eventually lost direct contact with them. He catches them every now and then at the headquarters, but he considers the guys his family instead, Jin and Yoongi being the ones who take care of him the most. 
He tells you that the closest thing he has to parents are Jimin’s parents who took him with open arms and let him move into their family complex right after his parents left to the USA. 
Jimin has been by his side ever since, quickly becoming each other's best friends and life companions.
“We are basically soulmates,” He tells you with his mouth full of mushroom sauce, his eyes sparkling as he speaks about Jimin. 
“He clearly doesn’t like me” You say in a chuckle, giving Tae a napkin which he takes, mumbling a quiet thank you. 
“He doesn’t not like you, he just doesn’t know you.” Tae explains. “He’s skeptical about new incomers, especially when they are not part of the circle. He’ll warm up to you in no time.” He comforts you, but his words make you realize ‘no time’ could be a long time for you. 
You might be here for a while.
“Knowing Jimin for a while might take a long long time” Jin jokes, but it only makes you dive deeper into your thoughts.
I might be here forever, you think to yourself. 
A sudden sadness washes over you, quickly excusing  yourself from the table as Jin and Tae exchange a confused frown, unsure of what caused your sudden mood shift. You thank Jin for the food and  excuse yourself, telling Jin you are too tired and wish to go back to bed to which he just nods. 
“I’ll walk you to your room,” Tae says as he walks out first, and right as you are standing up to leave, Jin grabs you by the arm and pulls you closer. He whispers into your ear a reminder that, under any circumstance, shall any of the guys know your real name. 
“Things could get ugly for you if your real identity gets revealed.” Jin warns you.
“Why though?” you question him. His shifts in his place, his body resting against the counter before turning to look at the main door nervously, knowing Taehyung’s patience would send him back to the kitchen to get you any second and he could listen to the conversation. 
“Our high ups know I have a long lost cousin named y/n, so no one will question you if they associate you with me, but if anyone knows you are an outsider… they won't hesitate to kill you. And it won't be a pretty death, it will be slow and painful... So just to be safe, keep your real name between us both.” He whispers. “Now go rest a bit, Tae is waiting for you.” 
-
You walk the long, dark hallway next to Taehyung in complete silence. You can’t help feeling lonely, almost hopeless to be here as Taehyung scorts you back to your room, walking by your side as he stares at you in riddles. 
“Did I say something wrong?” He asks in a low cautious tone. 
You turn to look at him and notice his bottom lip trapped against his teeth, biting it nervously. 
“Huh? No, of course not Tae,'' You say, pulling the sleeves of your sweater down, covering your hands to keep yourself warm  since the temperature in the hallway continues to drop and it's making you shiver. “I’m just a little tired, that’s all.” 
He stares at you in silence for a second before humming in reply, not fully convinced by your answer. However, he doesn’t push it and shrugs it off, continuing to walk down the hall with you.
You silently thank him for not questioning you any further, feeling the knot on your throat starting to tighten at the thought of having to explain how you felt just now. 
“I’ll make you a sweater tomorrow. This place gets extremely cold at night ,and that sweater won’t do.” He says suddenly. 
“Huh?” You reply confused. “You’ll make me a sweater?”
“Yeah, I’ve made everyone a sweater!” He answers proudly, “I love fashion. And I learned how to crochet during my free time, so I made nice fluffy sweaters for everyone here.” He smiles, showing you a proud, boxy smile. 
“That’s cute” you reply with a smile, your mind drifting to Jungkook's fluffy handmade sweater. It was definitely made by Tae.
You can hear the muffled noises coming from behind the walls of the hallway, letting you know that most of the guys were up late and rumbling around their rooms. The hallway suddenly feels emptier, and that’s when you notice Taehyung is no longer walking next to you. 
You turn around to look at Taehyung, who suddenly stopped walking. He clears his throat to call your attention, and you take a few steps back and stand next to him in confusion, his squinted eyes and pouty lips let you know he is thinking about something. 
“Wait here,” He says before opening the door next to him and storming into the dark, empty room with quick steps. 
He snatches the blanket from the bed and quickly walks back to you, closing the door behind him. “Here’s an extra blanket for you,” He extends the soft gray fabric towards you, quickly refusing it. 
“You’ll freeze to death,” You reply worried about him. 
“Don’t worry about me, I’ll sleep with Jimin.” He says with a victorious grin, shaking the blanket in front of you, “Now take it, my arm is getting tired.” He jokes, making you smile as you take the blanket from his hands.
“Thank you, Tae.” You bow lightly, placing the warm blanket on your shoulders and wrapping yourself around it, the faint smell of a familiar cologne filling your nostrils. 
He nods before turning on his heels to continue the journey to your room. You walk next to him with a lighter mood, engaged in small chat as you try to guess everyone’s animal on their personalized sweaters. 
“You’ll get to see them soon enough!  I won’t tell you which ones you got wrong, but you did get a few right.” He giggles before opening your door, bowing like a butler. “Sleep well Miss y/n. I’ll see you tomorrow!” 
“y/n?” The voice of Jungkook echoes through the hallway making you both turn around to see his figure approaching you both in a strut.
You can’t help but stare at him, your eyes glued to him. He styled his hair differently, his long black hair now brushed back with gel, his full forehead exposed. He is dressed in a formal black shirt, the sleeves rolled up letting you see his tattoo sleeves. He also left some buttons of the shirt undone, leaving his chest exposed to your curious eyes. The closer he gets, the better he looks, making your body tingled at his presence. 
He matched the outfit with black formal pants and nice leather boots. 
He  is next to you when you notice his eyebrows are frowned and he is pouting his lips in confusion. “y/n? That’s your name?” He asks once he is in front of you, the familiar cologne slapping you on the face. 
“Uh, yeah.” You manage to say, too absorbed in his beauty to even try to pay attention to what he is saying.His eyes linger on yours, quickly catching up to your actions. 
He knows you are checking him out. 
His frown slowly turns into a shy smile, staring at you nervously before noticing the blanket around your shoulders. 
His blanket, to be exact. 
 “Wait” he says, pointing at you before turning to look at Taehyung. “That’s my blanket.” His tone is dark and angry, making you nervous as you stare at Taehyung who is looking at Jungkook with guilty eyes. 
Taehyung lips tighten into  a straight line as he side-eyes you, your eyes growing bigger as you stare back at him with your mouth agape, feeling betrayed by Tae. 
“I’m heading to bed now, goodnight!” Tae says before running two doors down, locking the door behind him and leaving you alone with a very annoyed and angry Jungkook. 
You make a mental note to kill Taehyung tomorrow morning. 
Your eyes land on Jungkook, who is now biting his lip with his eyes closed. He takes a couple of deep breaths before letting out a big exhale, clearly annoyed at the violation of privacy. 
You begin to remove the blanket from your shoulders, feeling so ashamed to be wearing his blanket without permission. “‘I had no idea, I thought it was Taehyung’s blanket I’m so s-” 
“It’s fine, keep it” He replies quickly, and you freeze midway, silently thanking him for letting you keep it. “I’m not sleeping here tonight anyway.” He shrugs before locking eyes with you. 
“You’re not sleeping here?” You ask with worried eyes, accommodating the blanket over your shoulder as you stare at him with curious eyes, not sure why you were suddenly so invested in his late night endeavors. 
But you wanted to know where he was going looking this good. 
“I’m going out with Jin, we have some things to deal with at headquarters,” He says in a monotone voice as he brushes his hair back with his fingers.. 
Right, because of you. 
“Ah, yes. Jin told me.” You reply, feeling even more guilty for being the reason why he has to go and spend all night at headquarters being punished because he kidnapped you instead of someone else. 
It was his fault, at the end of the day. But you can't help feeling guilty.
Are you seriously pitying a literal kidnapper right now? You think to yourself, rolling your eyes at the stupid moral battle you have just started with yourself. 
You are deep in thought before you are snapped back to life thanks to a sudden cold breeze that traveled down the hallway, making your body shiver involuntarily. 
You haven’t experienced this kind of cold in a while, and you’ve been feeling slightly feverish all day. You told yourself you were going to ask Hoseok for some medicine, but completely forgot to thanks to the entertaining conversation with Tae and Jin.
You know you aren’t in the best of health after spending a few nights out in the cold rain, and it seems like these last 48 hours are finally catching up with you.
And you feel fucking awful.
You are startled when you feel Jungkook’s hand wrap around your forearm, pulling you into your room and closing the door behind him quickly.
His sudden actions take you by surprise, and you  accidentally trip with your own feet and fall against Jungkoook’s chest, your hands accidentally landing on his biceps in an attempt to not fall to the floor.
“You’re so clumsy,” Jungkook laughs as he wraps his arms around your hips as he helps you find your balance again. “The breeze of the hallway is very bad for you,” He explains right after you stand up straight. You clear your throat and look at him with annoyance, the embarrassment taking over you when you notice you are still holding on to him. 
Quickly taking your hands off him, you stand in front of him without knowing what to say next. 
You’re not sure if you are angry at him for making you trip, or if you are thankful that he was there to catch you on time. And it’s cute that he cares for your health, but also, he almost yanked your arm off.
You humm in response, not sure what to say or how to acknowledge anything that just happened as he reaches for your hands. Your eyes widening in surprise.
“You are ice cold.” he whispers in a worried tone before he slowly cradles your hands with his, rubbing them fast enough to create some friction to warm you up, but gentle enough to not hurt you. 
His eyes are focused on your hands, a pout decorating his lips as he continues to create friction between your hands, the image making your heart flutter. 
“I’d say I’m pretty hot to be honest,” You joke, facepalming yourself mentally for making such a stupid joke during a time like this. 
You are about to apologize when you hear Jungkook snort  before giggling silently, scrunching his nose at your shenanigans. “You think I’m joking?” you whisper amused, a big smile plastered on both of your faces as you continue to bicker. 
“I never know with you” he jokes back, his voice only loud enough for you to hear. “I guess you are not not hot.” He whispers into your ear, making you shiver once more. 
His smile is short-lived once he feels you shake, dropping your hands and wrapping his arm around your waist and legs, swiping you off your feet with ease as he carries you bridal style all the way to your bed.
You squeal in his arms as he giggles, surprised with his strength as places you in the bed carefully, laying you down right in the middle of the bed, your head hitting the pillow as he lets go of your body. 
“I can walk, Jungkook.” You say in a low voice, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment again as you remove the blanket from your shoulders and place it on your lap, your eyes glued to the soft material as you stroke it slowly. 
“I know.” He replies in a whisper before grabbing the blanket, making you look up to his big eyes that are already looking at you . “Come on, I’ll tuck you in.” Jungkook says in a soft voice.
He extends the blankets one by one and places them over your body, tucking you carefully. He makes sure every limb of your body is covered under the blankets, immediately feeling warm as you watch him fulfill his task in silence. He is fully focused as he finishes tugging your legs, the piercing on his lip drawing your attention as he bites his lip with concentration.
“Warm enough?” He asks once he is done. 
“Yeah, thank you,” you whisper, snuggling into the blankets. 
A shy smile appears on Jungkook’s face, and you reciprocate the smile as you both stare at each other in silence. 
“I-” He begins, but is quickly interrupted by a soft knock that makes you both turn to the door, slowly opening to show a freshly showered Jin, who is wearing a similar outfit to Jungkook’s. 
“Oh, You’re here.” He tells Jungkook, quickly ignoring his presence and turning his gaze to you. “We are heading to headquarters and will be back tomorrow morning.  If you get hungry just ask for Yoongi, he should be able to make something for you.” He informs you. “And if he’s not around, feel free to help yourself out.”. 
You nod before thanking him in a low tone. 
He nods back with a soft smile before redirecting his attention to Jungkook. “I’m starting the car now, We’re leaving in five.” He warns him before he closes the door again, the sound of the main door closing echoing through the hallway a few seconds later. 
You turn to look back at Jungkook, his eyes already on you as he smiles softly at your sleepy and cozy state. “Sleep well, and keep my blanket warm until I'm back.” He jokes. “I will need it back tomorrow though.” 
“Of course, thank you.” You whisper, closing your eyes as you feel the warmth of your cheeks increasing, not sure if it's because you’re sick, or because he is being extremely sweet to you and it makes you nervous.
To be honest, it's probably both.
“No worries,” he whispers before he brushes small strands of rebellious hair away from your face. His fingers ghost your skin and leave a tingling sensation, opening your eyes to notice the door of your bedroom closing.
The last thing you’re able to see is his back as he closes the door without looking back, the main door slamming shut a few seconds after, followed by dead silence. 
You snuggle against the blankets and can’t help but curse at yourself. 
Why did you feel so anxious about them going to headquarters tonight?
Chapter Four:
The rumbling of your tummy wakes you up again, making it impossible to ignore it this time around: you have to walk out and get some breakfast before your stomach begins to eat itself. 
You were trying to avoid leaving your bed too early, hoping Jin would already be back before breakfast so you wouldn’t have to bother the other guys, but you haven’t heard the main door opening at all today which means they were still out at headquarters, meaning there was no other choice but to look for Yoongi and ask him to make you some breakfast. 
You sigh in defeat and sit up in bed, noticing a small note on your nightstand, accompanied by a thermometer and some pills. 
‘I heard you seemed to have a fever last night. Drink these if you still have a fever and come see me when you can, I’m in room number one. - Hoseok.’
 Jungkook probably told him, you think, which makes you smile before laying back down in bed.
 The attention to detail from these guys was honestly impressive. 
You stretch your arm and reach for the thermometer, quickly checking your temperature and  smiling satisfied when you see that the fever is no longer present. One win at a time. 
You jump out of bed and quietly make your way down the hallway, hoping one of the guys will be out of their room so they can help you figure out something to eat. 
You are about to enter the living room and head towards the kitchen when you spot Yoongi sitting at the dinner table. 
Just who you were hoping for, you sigh in relief to see him. 
He is sitting by the long table that is now covered with papers and all sorts of books as he scribbles on a notebook, a confused but focused frown on his face as he curses the page before ripping it out, making you giggle. 
Yoongi looks up and scans the room with quick eyes, smiling back when he spots you smiling at him. “Good Morning, you’re up early.”
“Good morning,” You reply, feeling nervous all of a sudden. “Sorry to disturb you, but …Jin said to look for you if I got hungry.” you feel stupid, like a little kid. 
You stand there playing with your fingers nervously as you look down, hating the feeling of hopelessness thanks to the current situation you are in.
“No worries,” He replies with a soft smile. “Do pancakes sound good to you?” 
You look back at him with thankful eyes, your tummy growling at the thought of pancakes. “Pancakes sound incredible, thank you.” You smile softly.
He stands up and takes his laptop with him, leaving all his papers on the table and walking towards the kitchen, inviting you to follow behind him.
You follow him in silence as you approach the kitchen, the sticky note on the door making you smile as you realize Jin has written ‘No taehyung’s allowed in the kitchen without supervision.’
You walk behind him in silence as he sets the laptop on the counter and begins to take all the ingredients and all sorts of bowls to make the pancakes. 
“Would you like some coffee?” He asks as he pours some coffee onto his iced glass before turning to you with an eyebrow arched.
“Yes, thank you.” You bow but he misses it as he opens the top cabinets. 
“Hot or cold?” He asks as wiggles his fingers over the glasses and the mugs. 
“Hot, if that’s alright.” You say again, feeling shy at the domestic scenario. 
He hums in response, grabbing a mug and filling it up with freshly brewed, dark coffee.
He places the mug on a small silver tray before handing it to you. “Suit yourself.” He points at the sugar and milk on the tray with his head before going back to making the pancakes. 
You watch him for a few minutes, his back facing you as he prepares the pancake batter smoothly, humming a few melodies as he turns the stove on and begins to pour the batter into the heated pan.
You let out a loud sigh when you take your first sip of coffee, unable to remember the last time you had a nice cup of coffee like this. You thank him quietly as you drink your coffee in comfortable silence, the bitter taste helping you wake up as the smell of pancakes fills up the kitchen, making you hungrier.
“Did you sleep well?” He suddenly asks, turning to look at you as he sends the pancake flying into the air and catching it with the pan, flipping it successfully.
“Yeah, it was a bit cold.” You admit, “but, you know, better than sleeping on the streets.” You shrug your shoulders and take another sip of your coffee. “What about you?”
“Haven’t really slept,” He says, and you look back at him in awe. “I’ve been studying all night for my upcoming test.” He points at his laptop after sliding the pancake onto a plate and placing more batter on the pan. 
“Oh, can I?” You ask, pointing at the laptop with curious eyes. He hums in agreement while he focuses back on cooking.
You take the laptop and put the brightness up to see the word document he had opened, surprised when you notice these are all psychology notes. 
“You study psychology?” you ask in an incredulous tone, making him turn in a frown. 
“Is that a bad thing?” He replies in a sarcastic tone, which makes you laugh.
“No I just-, I never expected that to be honest.” You answer honestly. “I used to be a psychologist, until I got my license revoked.” you shrug and tighten your lips onto a thin line, grieving your career that ended so suddenly. 
Yoongi flips his fourth pancake before turning to look at you with big eyes. “You got your license revoked?!” He asks in disbelief, his tone making you roll your eyes. 
A loud sigh escapes your lips as you take another sip of your coffee. “Apparently I had a  malpractice with one of my patients and had my license placed on hold. I tried to refute the allegation but it ended up backfiring on me and they forced me to close my office and revoked my license for good.” You bite your lip to stop them from trembling, the memory of how you lost everything you worked so hard for is still very fresh in your mind.
“I’m sorry,” He replies with an honest tone. “That must have been a terrible experience, I’m sorry that happened to you.” He says as he places a plate of pancakes in front of you, the pile of pancakes decorated with some strawberries and honey. 
“Thank you,” you reply, for both his empathy and the pancakes. “So, you want to be a psychologist?” you ask him before cutting a piece of pancake and biting into it,  savoring the amazing taste of the buttery and sweet breakfast.
He finishes plating two more pancakes before sitting next to you, sipping on his coffee as he drags the laptop back to him. “I’ve always had an interest in psychology, but you know… being part of a gang doesn’t really allow you to go to university.” He chuckles as he takes the last sip of his iced americano. “I was lucky enough to find this online university but I doubt I’ll ever have the time to do the practices, I just take the classes for myself.”
“That’s very admirable of you, Yoongi.” You say against your mug, finishing your coffee right after finishing the first pancake. He hums in reply, getting shy at your kind words.
“Yeah, I guess,” He sighs. “The exams are a pain in the ass though, I can’t seem to absorb any of the information.” He chuckles lightly before rolling his eyes. 
You set your mug on the table and twist your body on the chair to face him. “I could help you.” 
Yoongi’s eyes grow bigger, “Would you really?” he whispers. 
 “Of course!” You nod with a smile on your face, excited to be somewhat useful. 
“Morning,” The high pitched voice interrupts your conversation, a tired Jimin appearing from the living room door. He turns to look at both of you, quickly directing his eyes to Yoongi and ignoring your presence. 
They exchange a few nods between them before Jimin approaches the counter and takes the two extra plates of pancakes his friend made for him. Mumbling a quiet ‘thank you’ before walking out of the kitchen as fast as he entered it. 
You can hear a door slamming shut and Taehyung’s laugh not long after, letting you know he probably sent Jimin to get him breakfast. 
“When could we start?” Yoongi asks in a shy tone, his eyes sparkling with excitement to finally have someone to study with. 
“Well, it's not like I have much to do here.” You shrug your shoulders and Yoongi looks down, feeling bad for having you locked up in the house thanks to Jungkook. “I just have to go to Hobi’s and then I can meet you at the dining table?”  You reply smiling at him.
He hums and nods before standing up, collecting the dirty dishes and placing them in the dishwasher. “I’ll see you in a bit,” He dismisses you as he picks his laptop and heads back to his initial sitting place in the living room. 
‘Uhh Yoongi?” You ask as he is about to head out of the door. He turns to look at you with wandering eyes. “Where is room one?”
He chuckles before tilting his head to the side, inviting you to follow him. You walk back into the living room with Yoongi, and once you are facing the hallway, he knocks on the first door that’s on your left.
“Come in!” The voice of Hoseok is heard from the other side of the door. 
“Thank you” you bow to Yoongi before turning around to open the door slowly, surprised to see Hoseok is not alone. 
“Oh,” a startled sound leaves your lips as you see the buff guy sitting next to Hoseok behind his desk. 
“Oh, Miss y/n. Glad to see you are looking much better.” He replies. 
“Thank you…” you try to remember if you ever got a name, but you can’t really remember much from that night. 
“Joon. I mean, Namjoon.” he chuckles. “But everyone calls me Joon.” He nods before looking at his friend who is searching for a file in his extensive folder. 
“Joon, nice to officially meet you.” You bow lightly before turning to Hoseok. “Thank you for bringing the stuff to my room.” 
Hobi shoots a quick smile at you as he continues to look through his files, “How’s your fever this morning? Did you take the pills?” He asks without looking at you, sighing in relief when he pulls the paper he was looking for from the folder and places it on his desk. 
“I didn’t take them, I had no fever when I woke up.” You reply, but you are quickly distracted by Joon’s gasp. His eyes are glued to the paper Hobi just pulled out, to which he replies with a quick “shh!”, slapping Joon’s shoulder. 
“You got somewhere to go don’t you, Joonie?”  Hoseok asks in a humorous way which makes you feel a bit uneasy. 
“Ahh I do, I’ll be back for dinner.” He announces before standing up and walking towards the door. “I’ll see you around.” He smiles at you as he walks past you, winking an eye before exiting the room. 
The room looks like a hospital suit: There are two hospital beds with all types of machines around, and then one big bed next to the wall that was on the other side of the room, barely on sigh as the room was pretty big and divided by a thin curtain between his personal space and his working area. 
“Come sit,” Hoseok offers as he points at one of the chairs that are in front of his desk. 
You walk slowly as you continue to look around the room, the smell of bleach and all sorts of medications making you feel dizzy as you sit down and wait for him to speak first. 
“So.. no fever, huh?” He asks, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he looks at you with a curious and friendly smile. You shake your head in reply and smile back. 
“I did feel a little feverish last night after dinner, but I guess I sweated it out during the night.” You reply in an enthusiastic but soft voice. 
 “That’s good news, y/n.” He gives you a nod of approval. “It’s normal to feel a little feverish after the booster, but I'm glad to hear it went by quickly. You must be a very strong person to recover that fast from it.” He takes the pen from his doctor gown and begins to write on the blue mysterious paper in front of him. 
You try to read some of the paper, but fail to be able to make anything out of the multiple words that are all over the paper. You could tell it was some sort of questionnaire, or something that needed to be filled up. 
“I called you in to do a quick health check on you if you are okay with it.” He begins, “A few blood tests, some general check ups to make sure you are all healthy and in perfect shape. Does that sound good to you?” He asks in a very professional tone. 
“Yeah, of course.” You reply in the same tone, making him smile ever bigger. 
“Great! It won’t take us too long, you can get changed to a robe in the bathroom. The robes are on the right side cabinets, the second one with the blue sticker on.” You look at him with big eyes, not expecting to have to get naked already. 
“A robe?” You ask shyly. 
“Oh, I thought we could run all tests quickly,” he blinks in confusion, “but, if you don’t feel comfortable with me doing the pelvic and mammary exams, you can just keep your underwear on and we’ll skip those until one of my female colleagues finds time to do them for you.” He says in a kind and understanding tone. 
You look around the room, and quickly deny his offer. “No, it’s fine. You are a doctor after all, my old gyno was a guy too. It’s fine.” you smile back before heading into the bathroom, taking a deep breath in before undressing yourself and putting a robe on, walking back into his office for your medical exams. 
It takes Hoseok almost two hours to finish with all the tests and exams, scheduling you down for some more blood tests for later to check your blood levels again. 
He kept a straight but friendly face all through the tests, asking you questions about yourself and listening carefully to your health history and the stories you would tell him that could potentially be of use for him when reading your results. 
“Great, we’re done for today! I’ll keep you updated with everything!” He claps his hands together as the door behind him labeled ‘LAB’ slowly closes. “Do you have any more questions?” He asks you as he looks in the drawers behind his desk, where all the medication was labeled in multiple drawers that went from the floor all the way to the ceiling. 
“Nope. You are an amazing doctor, Hobi. Thank you” You bow lightly as you fix your sweater and brush your hair with your hands. “I’ll see you around.” 
You are ready to leave his room when you hear your name being called, turning around to see Hoseok walking towards you with some sort of cream on his hand. 
“Take this with you,” He hands you the cream, smiling at you as you look at him confused, not sure what to use this cream for. “It’s a deep scar treatment.” He says in a quiet voice. 
You look at him with big eyes as he shifts in his place, feeling a bit nervous. “I-I.. um, I noticed you have a very prominent scar in your hip.” He says in a low voice. “You don’t have to use the cream if you want to keep the scar, but…” He hesitates to finish his sentence. 
You can feel the lump on your throat as he bites his lip, hating himself for making the whole thing uncomfortable for the both of you. 
“Scars like that are pretty hard to make, let alone heal.” He clears his throat before shaking his head, composing himself back up. “Anyway, the cream is yours. I just wanted to provide some help if I could.” He smiles, giving you a quick bow before turning around and walking towards his desk.
“Thank you, Hobi.” You are finally able to speak, the tears in your eyes making him smile with sadness, returning to his work as you make your way out of his room and quickly walking towards yours with tears streaming down your face. 
No doctor has ever commented on your scar, but instead, always asked about your mental health and if you were self harming. You were surprised to hear Hoseok’s very descriptive but also very vague words, almost like he knew exactly what caused that scar on your right hip, but was too scared to bring it up. 
You walk towards your bed and sit there, your head between your hands as you begin to sob. You haven’t thought about it for a long time, and eventually grew out of the trauma. You couldn't really remember much about that night, since you were so little you could barely talk.
You remember being in your mother’s arms as she tried to outrun your father and his friends. You remember there was screaming and crying, your mother begged your father to leave you alone as she tried to protect you but failed to move you fast enough from her arms, the knife striking you both as your dad watched your mom bleed out from her wrist, slowly laying you on the floor as she fell unconscious. 
Last thing you remember is waking up in a hospital with your dad sitting next to your bed telling you that everything was going to be fine. 
You didn’t care much about the memory itself, you were only two years old and it all felt like a blur, but you dreaded that you had proof of the night you lost your family for good. 
You hated the scar, and for some time, you hated your dad too.
You pretended to not remember anything about the incident, and you lived with your dad until you became of age and moved out of your house into college campus. 
The truth is, your relationship with your dad was never good. And after that, you couldn’t wash away the fear and the resentment you felt towards him.
 Still to this day, you wish it was him that died that night rather than your mom.
You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself before standing up and walking towards the mirror in the room, pulling your pants down low enough to reveal the scar you have dreaded your entire life. You tried all sorts of creams and treatments to remove it, but as Hobi said, it was a hard scar to create, and harder to remove. 
But for some reason, you trusted Hoseok. And with nothing to lose, you applied some of the cream onto your scar before pulling your pants back up and drying your tears, taking some time to cool down before going back into the living room to help Yoongi study. 
-
“So that would be a situational psychosis and not a chronic one, right?” Yoongi asks before taking a sip of his fifth glass of coffee. 
You smile, putting the paper down as you lean closer to Yoongi. “You got them all right, you did it!” You cheer for him as he closes his eyes and lets out a deep sigh full of relief. 
You have been studying for over three hours nonstop, feeling almost delirious thanks to Yoongi who kept messing up the neuropsychosis, driving both of you mad. 
“Fuck, thank you. Holy shit.” Yoongi laughs as he bumps his shoulder against yours. “Seriously, thank you. It’s so much easier to learn all of this when studying with someone who knows about this stuff.” He nods, a small smile plastered on his face as he scrunches his nose from the happiness he is experiencing. 
“Anytime! You are more than ready for that test now.” You bump your shoulder with his. “You better get all A’s” you threaten him in a joking manner. 
“Okay, let’s do this.” He hesitates for a second. “If I get all A’s, I’ll take you out for dinner.” 
You are taken aback by his sudden invitation, staring at him with wide eyes. “I thought I couldn’t leave the house..” you say in a whisper. 
“And I thought I was going to fail this test,” he laughs. “I’m sure they won’t mind if I take you with me for one night.” He adds as he shrugs his shoulders. 
You are about to accept his offer when the main door lock starts to shake, a heated conversation between two men behind the door make you and Yoongi turn around to face it.
It doesn’t take long for the door to open, Jungkook’s body dashing in as he walks through the living room.
 He directs his sight to you for a second, lingering his angry eyes on you before sprinting towards his bedroom without saying a single word. 
“End of discussion, and I mean it Jungkook!” Jin screams before a door is slam shut. 
The apartment grows quiet as Jin turns to look at you. “Sorry about that, he can be quite childish sometimes.”
He huffs before approaching you guys with a smile. “I see you’re adapting well here,  y/n.” He pats your shoulder a couple of times before walking into the kitchen, his tired figure struggling to walk in a straight line. 
“I’m baking some cookies, y’all want some?” He asks as he walks through the kitchen door, disappearing from your sight. 
“Woah, that was intense.” Yoongi is the first to speak after the room went quiet again for a whole minute, both of you trying to process what just had happened. “I’ll go check Jin, you should probably go to your room and get some rest.” He says in a low tone, making you understand it was your time to leave. 
“Uh, yeah. I’ll see you later.” You reply quickly before taking your mug and walking towards your room, the cold and dark hallway sending shivers down your spine as you walk past Jungkook’s room. 
You feel tempted to check up on him, but a sudden shattering of glass and a grunt from the other side of the door startle you, the mug slipping from your hands and falling to the ground, breaking into a million tiny pieces. 
“Fuck!” You hear Jungkook curse, his footsteps growing louder as he approaches the door. 
The door flies open before you could react, Jungkook’s bloody hand coming to view as he stands in front of you, his jaw tightening when he sees you. 
“Are you-”  Your voice shakes. Your eyes dance between his bleeding hand and his angry eyes.
“Yes.” He replies in a cold tone which makes you frown. 
“I-” You are left talking with the wind as he sneaks past you and walks towards Hoseok’s room. Not bothered with knocking before locking himself up in his best friend’s room. 
You hesitate for a moment, looking down at your bare feet that now have a few tiny cuts. The small pieces of porcelain that lay on the floor are scattered everywhere, and you are about to tiptoe to your room before a voice coming from the end of the hallway stops you.
“You are going to cut yourself if you move,” You are able to recognise Jimin’s voice, looking up to see him standing infront of his door, looking at you incredulously. 
“Oh,” that’s all you are able to answer back. 
You know Jimin doesn’t really like you, but he is right, moving would only injure your feet more, making it even worse. 
Jimin blinks a couple of times before sighing in defeat, opening his door and calling for Taehyung to come and help him. 
“Can you get some gauze and the tweezers from Hobi’s room? Someone got cut” he asks with his head peeking inside of his room. 
“Yeah I’ll get it in a minute.” Tae replies loudly, but his voice sounds distant, almost like he was in a different room than the one Jimin was peeking into. 
He closes the door and directs his gaze towards you, rolling his eyes and sighing in annoyance before making his way towards you. 
You look at him with big eyes, unsure of what to do as the awkwardness increases between the two of you. 
“Don’t move” He demands you, slowly making his way through the glass without stepping on it until he is able to reach you. 
Once he is in front of you, he turns around and squats down, inviting you to climb on his back. 
“Well then? Hurry up before Tae comes out of the room,” He whispers annoyed as he rolls his eyes, hating himself for putting himself in this position. 
You don’t give him time to regret it, and you don’t give yourself time to think about, quickly climbing onto his back. He stands up with ease, and you are surprised at his strength as he carries you without breaking a sweat through the hallway and your bedroom until you reach your bathroom. 
He gently lets go of you, sitting you on the toilet before fixing his clothes and hair, checking himself in the mirror before looking back at you with an unbothered stare.
“Wash your feet,” he demands again in a cold tone. 
You are annoyed at his indifferent attitude, but decide not to test him and stay silent,  mumbling a quiet thank you before slowly reaching for the shower head, washing the glass off your feet carefully. 
Before you turn the faucet off, Jimin is out of the room in a flash, and you stare at the door in confusion while drying your feet slowly. 
Well that was a surprise. 
Taehyung arrives soon after you walk out of the bathroom, and he is quick to check your feet for any cuts. You are both relieved to find that you had no glass on your skin, the cuts already stopped bleeding thanks to the cold water. 
He pouts before walking back outside, wanting to be of some help but failing to do so as the glass on the hallway has already been cleaned off. 
-
“Y/n?” A soft knock on your door wakes you from your nap. “We’re having lunch right now, would you like to join us?” Taehyung asks in a sweet tone before peeking his head through the door. 
You rub your eyes lightly as you nod, getting out of the bed slowly and sitting on the edge. 
“I’ll be there in a sec.” You reply in a raspy and tired voice before heading towards the bathroom, your feet dragging on the floor. 
“Okay sweet, I’ll wait here!” He replies in a louder and more cheerful tone as he enters your room and walks towards your bed, sitting on it as he begins to rearrange your pillows. 
You shake your head humorlessly, closing your bathroom door to get some privacy as you freshen up for lunch. 
“Okay, let’s go“ You walk out of the bathroom looking more alive, smiling at Taehyung who was already smiling back at you. 
He nods before standing up and following you towards the door, closing it behind him as you both make your way down the hallway to the living room. 
You are surprised when you notice that the table is empty, but there are three instant ramen on the living room table. Jimin is snuggled on the sofa, scrolling through the movie options on the tv. 
“What took you guys so long?” Jimin asks, his eyes glued to the screen. 
“We’re here now,” Tae replies in a sassy tone. 
“And what’s up with you dude? You seemed- oh. ” Jimin’s voice dies down as soon as he sees you, the awkwardness filling up the room instantly. His eyes grow bigger before they squint at Tae. “That’s not Jungook, Tae.” 
“I know, but he said no, so I invited her instead.” He shrugs before walking towards the sofa and getting comfy in the middle seat. “We made you some ramen” he points to the ramen cup and turns to look at you, waiting for you to join. 
That’s twice now, Taehyung.  You think to yourself, making a mental note to not trust Taehyung anymore as he continues to put you in the most uncomfortable situations.
You are about to excuse yourself and tell Taehyung you rather eat in your room when the main door opens, making all of your heads turn to see who has arrived at this hour. 
Namjoon walks in, his body and hair soaking wet from the rainstorm that was going off outside. He takes his boots out before acknowledging the people in the living room, a small gasp of surprise escaping his lips before he smiles at all of you. 
“Hey, why are you guys out here so late?” Nam asks, making his way to you. 
“We missed Jin’s dinner” Tae points at the ramen cups and smiles at his friend, who shapes an ‘oh’ with his mouth before nodding in understanding. 
“Where the hell were you?” Jimin twists his body on the couch to face him properly, his face cold and showing no expression as always. 
“Out,” He winks an eye to Jimin before tappin Tae’s shoulder a couple of times, waving a quick goodbye to you as he makes his way to his room. He completely avoided Jimin’s questioning and removed himself from the situation before he got interrogated. “Goodnight!” He screams from his door before he shuts it, leaving you with Jimin and Taehyung again. 
“Come on, let’s be civil tonight,” Taehyung says before you are able to excuse yourself, and based on Jimin’s reaction, he didn’t want you here either. “Let’s have some dinner, watch a movie and head back to bed.” Tae pulls your arm, forcing you to sit on the sofa. “I have a feeling we’ll have a long day tomorrow.”  
Chapter Five:
“No,” Jimin spits out. “Absolutely fucking not.”
“For once, I agree with him,” Jungkook crosses his arms in disagreement, his angry eyes glued to Jin. 
If looks could kill, you and Jin would be six feet under. 
You had a feeling that whatever happened at headquarters was not good, but nothing could have prepared you for the news Jin just delivered after calling for a group meeting in the basement. 
“I know it’s not ideal, but it's what we have.” Jin sighs, rubbing his temples as he tries to calm himself down. The tension in the room is loud, everyone waiting for the other to finally snap at Jin, or you. “It’s a headquarters order.” He adds in a cold tone, letting them know there is nothing he can do to change it.
Your eyes wander around the room, heavy frowns decorating everyone’s faces thanks to the news, you being the least excited of them all. 
After Jin and Jungkook returned from headquarters, their attitude has been very condescending. Jin locked himself in the kitchen, making an appearance every now and then in the common areas just to disappear again into Hoseok’s office and then back to his. He spoke only to Yoongi during this time, a faint smile would appear on his face when your eyes would meet at the common areas and during lunch, his tired eyes staring at you with both fear and sympathy. 
You could tell something was up this morning before Jin called for the meeting. 
Yoongi stayed by your side all morning, going over the psychology notes before as an excuse to distract himself, but the constant bouncing of his leg made it more than obvious that he already knew what was going to happen later today. 
Hell, he probably heard the news before anyone else did, which would explain why he looks the least surprised out of us all. 
“And what happens if I decide to not join, or if I don't pass the test?” You break the silence, your body entering fight or flight mode as the anxiety builds up. 
All eyes turn to look at Jin, who bites his lips nervously. His eyes linger on you before he shifts on his seat.
“They’ll probably kill you once they realize you are not my cousin, and then kill us all for treason.” The somber tone of his words send a shiver to your spine, the whole room going quiet again as his words settle in. 
You always said there are many variables in life, but you never expected being a part of a mafia group to be one of those variables for you. 
And now everyone‘s life is on the line because of you. 
“This is fucking ridiculous,” Jimin exasperates, standing up from his chair and pacing side to side as he brushes his hair back with his fingers, the anger finally lashing out. “I should've killed you when I had the chance.” He mumbles angrily, walking towards you with quick steps. “I should have fucking killed you!” He screams, launching himself at you.
A fearful gasp escapes your lips as you watch him trying to wrap his hands around your neck, but Namjoon stops him as he stands up in front of you, his body working as a shield between you and Jimin, who proceeds to stare at him with a defying glance. 
“That’s enough, Jimin.” Namjoon mumbles. “Killing her now won’t change anything, she’s one of us,” He sighs, looking over his shoulder to meet your eyes with pity. “At least for now.”
Jin quickly dismisses everyone after assigning the members different tasks to help shape you into one of them. You were informed training would start immediately, a big wave of relief washing over you when you hear your first ‘class’ is with Yoongi.
Headquarters has given you only three weeks before your first mission with Taehyung and Jimin.Apparently, being Jin’s cousin also means you have it in your blood, which is why they believe you can learn as fast as Jin did. 
You haven’t been given any information on what the mission is about, but the second you enter the training room, which looks like a huge highschool gym, Yoongi starts teaching you about knives, blades, and all sorts of different ways to use them. 
You are almost done with your first training when Yoongi finally eases down and goes from teacher mode to friend mode again, something you are thankful for as your body was giving up from his strict training. 
You are sweating in places you didn't know you could sweat.
“Not bad for your first time” He compliments you, offering a water bottle before taking one for himself. Both of you are rehydrating from all the sweating the training caused. 
“I’m dead, you are a tough teacher!” You whine to which he laughs before looking at you with pitiful eyes. 
“Well, good luck for the next class, you’ll need it.” he shifts his head to the side, pointing at the guns. So gun control was next. 
And with perfect timing, the doors fly open, and your next teacher is none other than the person who hates you the most in the world. 
Jimin. 
“Break’s over, the sooner we can get this done, the better. I have shit to do,” He spits out bitterly, his eyes dancing between you and Yoongi as he works the lock that’s hanging from the gun’s protective glass.
Yoongi gives you a quick wave as he walks out of the room, running into Namjoon as he makes his way to you. 
“Quick!” Jimin snaps at you and you discreetly roll your eyes before placing your bottle on the ground. 
“Well isn’t this ironic,” you whisper under your breath.
“Don’t worry,” The voice of Namjoon startles you, turning to him as he looks at you with a cheeky grin. “I’ll supervise the class to make sure you don’t blow each other’s brains out.” He crosses his arms proudly before chuckling. 
You huff back with a small grin before making your way to Jimin who is holding two guns, one on each hand. 
“Hold this, I’ll teach you how to load a gun first, if you are good enough then we’ll practice target aim” His tone is sassy and judgmental, clearly not excited to be in the room with you, let alone be your teacher. 
“Fighting!!” you hear Namjoon cheering you from the corner, a quick encouraging smile decorating his lips before Jimin starts class, and your entire focus becomes the gun that’s now in your hands.
-
If you weren’t dead before, you are certainly dead now. 
“See you tomorrow for your next class.” Jimin speaks nonchalantly. “Joon, can you close behind me? I’m running late to headquarters.” He says as he stares at his smart watch, a frown on his face as he reads the messages. 
“You’re going to headquarters?” Joon asks which Jimin answers in a vague answer.
“Yeah, they wanted me to help with some administration.” And just as quick, he is out of the door after he promises to be back home soon. 
You and Namjoon look at the doors that flap back and forward, confused at the sudden hurry. 
“You don’t think he’s going to snitch on me, right?” You reply as you walk towards him, the thought of him going to headquarters to tell them the truth making you panic. 
“Jimin would never do that to us,” Namjoon replies confidently. “He might not like you, but he likes us enough to not do something that could hurt us.” He comforts you with his words as you sigh defeated. 
You slide your back against the wall and slowly make your way to the floor, letting out a big sigh as you rest your head against the wall and finish your water bottle. 
“Go rest, you’ve had an intense day.” Namjoon says as he picks the guns and places them back on the counter, locking it up and placing the keys in his back pocket. “Get some Iced cream at Hoseok’s on your way out, your shoulder will thank you tomorrow.”
You nod with your eyes still closed, ready to fall asleep on the floor at the fatigue wave that just washed over you. 
“I’ll see you tomorrow for our class, good night y/n” He says right before walking out of the room. 
You open your eyes to an empty, dark room. The last ray of sun that was lighting up the room went as quick as the guys left. 
You slowly make your way up, your body already feeling sore from all the exercise and stress. 
Joon’s right, you should stop by Hoseok’s to get that cream before taking a shower. 
-
You walk out of the shower feeling better. The cream tingles your skin as it does its magic on your sore muscles, mixed with the lavender oils of your shower products. 
You make your way to the dressing table and automatically connect the blow dryer and start to dry your hair without thinking much about it, your body working in auto pilot as you are too tired to even try. 
That’s until you are aware of the shadow that’s standing behind you. 
You scream loud enough to startle him as well, making him turn the lights behind him that lets you make out his features.. It was Jungkook. 
“You need to stop! Doing! That!” you scream again, turning the blow dryer off and taking some deep breaths, your hand on your heart as you look at him through the mirror. 
He huffs as he mimics your actions, “You did not have to scream like that, Jesus Christ” he tells you in a whisper. “You are the one using the blow drier at this hour. There’s people trying to sleep, you know?” 
“Oh,” you reply, not really knowing how late it was as you had no clocks around you, so you’ve been completely unaware of time. “Sorry, I have no sense of time here. You guys have no clock in the house.” you reply in a whisper, disconnecting the blow drier and brushing your semi-wet hair. 
“It’s almost … 3 am” he replies as he looks at his watch, walking into your room without an invitation as you finish your night routine. 
He sits on your bed in complete silence, watching you apply all sorts of creams on your face and body. 
“Are you entertained?” you ask in a funny voice, snapping him out of his zone-out. 
“Very much so, it's quite relaxing watching you do your skin care,” he shrugs, his eyes diverting from you to the bed, his hands playing with the sheets beneath him. “How was your first day? Were the guys good to you?” He asks shyly, his curious eyes coming back up to meet yours through the mirror, eager to hear your answer.
You turn around in your chair, making direct eye contact for the first time tonight. “It was intense,” you nod before sighing. “But you guys are awfully nice for being kidnappers in a mafia group.” you chuckle, but quickly regret it when you see Jungkook’s face turning into a frown. 
“We are not kidnappers,” he says in a bitter,cold tone. “I was just…looking for someone.” You humm quietly as a response, scared to make him even more upset with your words. There’s a long silence before he talks again, “We are good people, I promise.” He says in a whisper. There is some weight to his words and his tone, almost like a desperation for you to believe him, which you do. 
You stare at each other in silence for a few seconds, your eyes exchanging secret codes that not even you could figure out. 
You sigh heavily before standing up and making your way to the bed, sitting next to Jungkook who scoots to the side to give you more space to sit next to him.
“The guys have been good, You’ve all been very welcoming.. Well, almost all of you.” You chuckle, which he mimics as he places a hand on your shoulder, making you wince at the touch.
“Oh, you’re sore?” He quickly moves his hand away, his eyes growing bigger as you take deep breaths trying to control the pain. 
“Yeah, Jimin had me shooting like he was preparing me for war.” You rub your shoulder with a frown, making Jungkook laugh quietly as he places his hand on your shoulder again, this time he’s more gentle. 
“Let me help,” He whispers before he begins to carefully massage your sore shoulder. 
He applies just enough pressure to alleviate the sore muscle without hurting you, and you close your eyes and enjoy the free massage in silence, thankful for his magical hands. 
“Your muscles are too tense, you should get some acupuncture with Hobi tomorrow.” Jungkook whispers, snapping you out of your peaceful state. 
“Mmmhm,” You answer, opening your eyes and turning your head to look at him, “thank you for the massage,” you give him a small smile. 
“Anytime,” He nods in confirmation as he returns the smile, the tension in the room quickly increasing as you both run out of words. 
Your eyes shift to his lip piercing, focusing on how he moves it around nervously, making your heartbeat accelerate, growing nervous yourself. 
You bite your lip involuntarily, wondering how it would feel to have a piercing too. But your actions are caught by Jungkook, whose eyes have been dancing between your eyes and your lips, he is fully aware about where your attention is. 
“y/n…” Jungkook whispers, making you look back up into his eyes, your mouth opening slightly at the sight. 
His factions look softer, less tense. His fluffy hair falling on his forehead makes him look extra soft and cute which makes your heart skip a beat. 
He licks his lips nervously, your eyes dancing between his eyes and his now wet lips at a quick pace. 
You feel his shoulder against yours as he leans closer, his opposite arm reaching for your cheek as he pulls you closer to him, connecting your lips in a soft, warm kiss. 
Your hand lands softly on his cheek, kissing him back as you both deepen the kiss. You both move slowly, almost scared that the other will back out, but you are surprised when he sighs between the kisses, his breath picking up against your lips as he slides his tongue against your lower lip before he sucks on it, kissing you more intensely this time around. 
His hand reaches the back of your head, pulling you closer as he kisses you diligently, making you moan his name against his lips. 
Something ticks off inside Jungkook when he hears his name come out of your lips as a moan, making him break the kiss quickly as you both regulate your breathing. 
He lets go of you as he seats in his initial position, his eyes glued to the floor for a few seconds in complete silence.
You are still surprised about the kiss, your breathing agitated as you stare at him in confusion, unsure of why he suddenly stopped. You are about to ask him why he stopped when he speaks first, making you shut your mouth quickly. 
“I… you should sleep, I have to go.” He says quietly, his eyes not leaving the floor as he stands up, fixing his pants as a nervous tick as he looks around the room before making his way towards the door. “Good night y/n.” 
“Wait,” you call out to him, standing up quickly and walking your way to him. You don’t think twice when you grab his arm and turn him around, launching yourself to him as you connect your lips once more, his hands landing on your waist as he stabilizes his balance and reciprocates the kiss with a deep exhale. 
The kiss doesn’t last long, both of you moving apart after a few seconds. “Goodnight Jungkook.” You let go of his arm as he stares at you with a blank stare, surprised at your actions. 
He doesn’t reply, but instead sighs before walking away, closing the door behind him as you watch him walk away, feeling butterflies on your stomach even after the door is closed. A smile on your face as you get back on bed and turn the lights off.
You feel all giddy inside when you replay the kiss in your mind until you fall asleep. 
You just kissed Jungkook, and he didn't reject you.
[to be continued]
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bangtansocean · 8 months
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“So… how was your date?” Monica asks, sitting in your bed as you enjoy some instant ramen together. 
“Not a date, but it was alright.” You nod, your heart accelerating at the memories of last Sunday. 
It did, in fact, feel like a date. And it was more than alright. 
For the past four days, everyone has asked you about Sunday. 
Yeonjun and Kai were the first to ask when Soobin dropped you home, both of them sitting on the couch as they welcomed you in, too distracted by their game to look at you. You were quick to thank Soobin for bringing you home and replied to their question with a soft ‘it was fun’ before making your way back to your room. 
You heard Yeonjun invite Soobin to stay and play videogames, stopping you on your tracks as they invited you as well. However, you kindly denied the invitation, as the guilt of not being able to be 100% honest about your day started sinking in. 
You heard them ask Soobin about it too, and his reply was as vague as yours which made you feel somewhat giddy inside. 
Then Tuesday night while making dinner, Beomgyu joined you in the kitchen to make himself a toast. You engaged in small talk as you both moved around the kitchen, making food before you heard Soobin’s voice approaching from Gyu’s room. 
“What’s taking you so long?” He asks before appearing from the dark hall, turning to you with his messy hair and tired eyes. “Oh, y/n.” 
You reply with a quiet ‘hi’ that is almost a whisper before turning back to Beomgyu, who's telling you about some drama that happened to him at the gym. 
-
“Oh yeah, how was the Italian thing?” Beomgyu turns to both of you, Soobin now standing next to you as he makes himself a toast too. 
You pretend to not hear him as you focus on finishing your dinner, glimpsing at Soobin who's zoned out, thinking about his answer.
“It was fun,” he finally replies, as he goes back to assembling his toast. “I made a fool out of myself, but everything else was great.”  You notice there’s an unusual tone in his voice as he cuts his toast in half, taking his plate and walking back into the hall. “I’m starting the movie in 5 minutes, Gyu, if you miss it it's on you.” He speaks as he disappears from the hall into Beomgyu’s room without saying goodbye. 
Your roommate rolls his eyes before placing all the ingredients in the fridge, wishing you a good night as he too disappears into his room, leaving you alone as you enjoy your dinner on the counter. 
You are left with a million questions on your mind, overanalyzing Soobins attitude and behavior which seemed to be very off. He is usually very nice and sweet to you, but tonight it seemed like he didn’t enjoy your presence, almost like he didn’t even want to acknowledge you. 
-
“Now come on, give me details!” Monica replies in a tantrum-like tone, your eyes rolling as you snap out of your thoughts and join her in bed. 
You’ve been keeping the details to yourself, but if there is anyone in the world you trusted with your life, it's Monica. 
A cheeky smile appears on your lips before scooching closer to her and whispering all the details of the date. A few giggles escape both of your lips as you go through everything, getting some awn’s and oh my god’s from Monica who listens attentively as she slurps on her ramen without breaking eye contact.
“Oh, bestie,” She whispers before gasping. “He likes you.” She chuckles as she covers her mouth in disbelief. “You are so fucked.” 
You grunt frustrated, and throw yourself back into your bed. You pick up the closest pillow and cover your face to let out a muffled scream. 
“I don’t know! I don’t know.” You whine, throwing the pillow to the corner of the room. “ That’s what I thought too, but then,” You sigh frustratedly as you tell her about the awkward encounter in the kitchen, “… and you know how he is.'' You remind her how unattainable the man is as you sit back up. “Plus, there’s the rules.” 
“Come on!” Monica rolls her eyes before pushing your shoulder lightly. “If you have feelings for someone you should go for it, especially if he is showing signs too.” Monica places her empty ramen cup on the night table. “Fuck the rules! If they kick you out you can always stay at mine.” She shrugs, looking at you with questioning eyes.
You sigh again before running your hand through your hair. “I don't think that's the best idea.” You shake your head, “ I like living here.” You quickly turn down the temptation, thinking about it before letting out an annoyed moan. “But I want to, I want to sooo bad.” You throw your head back, fake crying.  “Why does he have to be so fucking hot and cute!?”
"I-"
“Uh..am I interrupting something?” a third voice startles you, turning to the door with big eyes. 
Your heart sinks when you notice Beomgyu standing by the door, looking at you both with a raised eyebrow. 
“No no, don’t worry about it!” Monica replies pinching your leg discreetly as she clears her throat. “You’re looking good Gyu! You got a date?” Monica asks him as her eyes dance between you and him, a nervous giggle escaping her lips when she realises you are petrified. 
How much of that did he listen to?!  
“Nah, I wish.” He laughs. “I’m heading to Social Night at uni, you guys are not coming?” Gyu smiles faintly. 
“Naaah, a friend told me she was going, but I rather not,” Monica replies. “Me and y/n have a lot to talk about.”
The mention of your name brings you back from your inner panic attack. 
“About someone being too fucking hot and cute I assume?” Beomgyu leans on the wall as he crosses his arms on his chest, his eyes now glued to you. “Are you okay?” He giggles a bit, finding your attitude amusing. 
Your heart stops as you stare at your friend with daggering eyes. 
Lying is really not your forte, so you are not sure how to cover up what the tea is without looking more suspicious than what you already do. 
“Just a guy I met from class.” You say, playing it off, hoping he doesn't ask more about the topic, which thankfully he doesn’t. 
“Well, I would love to hear all about it, but Soobin is waiting for me. I just wanted to ask if you could take the trash out for me tonight?” He gives you puppy eyes as he uncrosses his hands and claps them together, begging. “I know it's my turn but I haven’t done the recycling stuff and I'm running late, I promise I’ll do it for you in the next two weeks, pleaasee.”
He pouts, hoping you will agree to taking his chores for tonight. 
“Sure, don't worry. Monica will help.” You smile at him before turning to Monica, who is now staring at you with a disgusted frown. 
“Okay, thanks! You guys are the best!” He gives you two thumbs up, waving before walking out of the room. “Have fun girls! See you later!” The door finally closes and you hear his steps distancing from your room, eventually hearing the main door open and close, meaning you finally got the home to yourselves.
“I'm not helping you separate your trash, what the fuck.” Monica speaks in an annoyed tone. 
You roll your eyes at her again, “Yes you fucking are, you almost aired me out to Gyu!” You grab another pillow and hit her with it, making her gasp loudly as she takes the pillow from you and throws it to the corner of the room next to the other pillow you threw not long ago. 
“That was all you!” She lifts her hands up, defending herself from your accusations.”Where is Yeonjun anyway?”
“He’s out with his family, it's his sister’s birthday or something, he’s spending the weekend there I believe.” You reply as you make your way to pick up your pillows and place them back on the bed.
“Oh, really.” She says, laying down on your bed.
“Yeap! So it's just you and me baby,” You wink at your friend who gives you another nasty look, “to the trash we go!”
You exchange looks before she ends up giving in, deciding to help you before you try to have her do something worse.
She grunts one more time before getting up, following you to the kitchen to begin Beomgyu’s chore.
☾ ⋆・゚:⋆・゚
You enjoy small talk as you separate the trash, which thankfully, there isn’t much since the house has been relatively empty since the last trash day. 
Once you finish the chore, you move back to your room and begin working on your class presentation that's due next week. Monica and you work fast on it, finishing it right before nighttime. 
You are excited to spend the night alone with your best friend, but once you are done with the project, she tells you she won’t be able to stay over as planned as she remembered she has an early doctor's appointment tomorrow.  
You pout and beg her to stay, but you fail. And you eventually give up as you know her doctor’s office is closer to her place than yours, and it wouldn’t be worth the hassle in the morning.
So you find yourself alone in the house, unsure of what to do with so much room and time. 
Usually, you enjoy being alone, but you had plans to be in company tonight which makes you feel slightly upset at the feeling of an empty house. 
You decide to take this alone time to enjoy the big TV in the living room, making some popcorn before taking your favorite corner on the couch and using one of the fluffy blankets Yeonjun bought to make yourself an extremely comfy burrito.
You decide to go for an action movie instead of a romance one in an attempt to distract your brain from the whole Soobin situation.
 However, more than half way in, you realise it doesn’t work. 
You sigh frustrated, pausing the movie and grabbing your phone to find a solution to your problem. 
You’re downloading Tinder, and going on a date with the next cute guy you match with. You quickly create your profile and beginning your swipe adventures. 
After a few minutes, you finally find a guy that calls your attention, but you hear the main door unlock, a drunk Beomgyu appearing from the shadows as he stumbles through the entrance and into the living room. 
He flashes you a drunk smile,  making you laugh at the dorky state he is in.
“Hey! y/n!” He stumbles to the coach, dropping himself next to you as he stares at the popcorn bowl between your legs. “God… can I have some of that?” His hand reaches for a fist of popcorn before you can even answer. 
Beomgyu reeks of alcohol, and you watch him enjoy his popcorn in amusement. How much did this poor guy drink?  
You feel bad for the hangover he’s going to have tomorrow, but you can’t help being entertained by drunk Gyu. 
“Fuck, I'm so drunk,” He mumbles as he reaches for more popcorn, “When do you have class tomorrow?” “I don't.”
He snaps his fingers before pointing at you.”Great! We are gaming tomorrow!” He doesn’t even ask, but he lets you know he demands your company tomorrow. “I need some roomie time. I feel like we haven’t had time to really hang out.” He pouts, making your heart hurt at how cute he’s being.
“Of course, we’ll play tomorrow.” You nod, speaking softly at Beomgyu, who is now about to fall asleep on the couch. “Go to bed, you’re going to hurt your neck if you fall asleep here.”
He mumbles a reply but gives up mid way, sighing as he struggles to get off the couch and walk to his bedroom.
“Okay, goodnight y/n!” He disappears from your sight, a muffled mumbling you can’t decipher coming out of his mouth before he decides to scream the last part of his monologue. “Please don't wake me up. I will kill you!” He screams from his room, making you giggle as you salute towards his room.
“Yes sir!” You reply matching his tone, shaking your head in disbelief as you direct your attention back to your phone, scrolling down the guy’s profile before finally deciding to swipe right.
You stare at the phone satisfied to see it’s a match, typing a quick hello before locking your phone and playing the movie again.
You realize it’s already very late and he’s probably asleep, so you decide to finish your movie and check back tomorrow to see if he answered. 
Your stomach rumbles again when the credits start to roll. 
You want ramen. 
However, you are not sure if you should make more at this hour, taking into consideration you already had one today, but you can’t help your cravings. 
You are on your period and your cravings always get the best of you during that time of the month. And hate being on your period! You feel needy, sad, and all over the place. 
But after mentally debating with yourself, you decide you deserve a good cup of ramen. 
You turn the TV off and make your way to the kitchen, quickly gathering all the ingredients for your ramen.
You quietly begin to cut some green onions, and place an egg to boil when you hear the main door unlocking for the second time tonight. 
Wait.
no one else was supposed to come home tonight. 
The keys are loud and the steps are messy, a faint mumble coming from the shadow standing by the door as it struggles to take its shoes off.
You stare quietly with the knife in your hand, mentally preparing to attack when the figure finally turns around. 
“Jesus fuck, Soobin! What the hell are you doing here?” You whisper in a scolding manner as you put the knife down on the counter and make your way towards him as he rests against the door and takes a big exhale with his eyes closed. 
He reeks of alcohol and cologne. 
“Oh, it smells so good in here,” He turns to meet you face to face, a drunk smile appearing on his face at the sight of you. “Oh? y/n!”
“Shh!” You place one finger over your mouth, which he mimics as he hunches closer to you and begins to scan the room with big eyes. 
“Why are we whispering?” He replies in confusion when he sees there’s no danger in the room. 
“Gyu is sleeping,” You explain, to which he nods in understanding. “…why are you cooking then?”
Your face turns serious when he looks at you perplexed. 
“I’m hungry.” You roll your eyes and walk back to the kitchen. “Why are you here anyway?” 
“Home’s far. me? too drunk.” He walks behind you as he explains why he ended up coming to your place instead of his. 
You continue to work on your ramen as he stares at you in silence, swaying in place as his eyes stay glued to the pot of ramen. 
You turn to check on him every now and then to make sure he doesn’t fall or something, but he remains standing and watching you cook in silence. 
You let out a quiet chuckle before you begin to peel the egg, the faint light of the kitchen over you disappearing when you feel Soobin behind you, his shadow reflecting on the counter as he places his hands on your waist.
The memory of the pizza class flashes through your mind as he caresses your skin over the clothes. 
“Did you know…” He whispers in your ear, “That green onions are just regular onions that are not fully grown? Like an immature onion.” He laughs like a dork and you can’t help but to quietly laugh with him.
You slowly turn to look at him with a what the fuck look on your face, both of you laughing as quiet as you can. 
“God, I'm hungry.” He whispers, letting go of your waist to rub his tummy like a pregnant woman.
You are endeared by his drunk antics, staring at pregnant Soobin with flutters in your heart as you turn the stove off. “We can share it if you want.” You offer him with a smile.
His face lights up as he nods repeatedly, making you laugh. “Okay, go sit. I’ll bring it to you.”
You place your hand on his chest to push him away gently so you can get the plates, but his hand lands on yours, making you look up into his eyes that are staring back at you fondly. 
He stays in silence as he looks at you with a smile on his face, his eyes stealing a glance of your lips before making eye contact again. “Can I help you with anything?” He asks in a low tone, making your heart flutter at the sudden sensual voice. 
“No, all good. I got it.” You whisper, smiling back at him as he nods and lets go of your hand. 
“Alright, I’ll wait for you on the balcony.” He takes a step back before grabbing a bottle of water, sighing. “Is that okay? I just need some fresh air.” He waits for your approval, and you nod in response after getting the plates and placing them on the counter.
He nods back before he stumbles his way into to the hallway, finally reaching the end. 
You can tell he’s trying to keep quiet, but as soon as he tries to open the door of the balcony, a loud door screech echoes around the house.
“Sorry!” Soobin screams-whispers from afar, making you facepalm mentally as you continue plating the food, praying Beomgyu is already in deep, deep sleep and didn’t hear a thing.
You can feel yourself growing nervous as you finish placing half of the egg on each plate, looking down to the ramen before taking a deep breath and making your way down the hallway to meet with Soobin in the terrace. 
You are relieved to see Soobin left the door open, and that he’s still awake, sitting calmly as he sips on his water bottle with his back towards you. 
“Food is here.” You announce yourself, making him turn around, smiling when he sees you carrying the two plates with a proud smile. 
You hand him a plate and he quietly thanks you, his eyes following you as you walk around and sit on the chair next to him. You exchange a stare in silence before turning to your food, both of you digging in at the same time. 
You hear a low moan coming from Soobin as he practically devours the food, finishing the small portion of ramen in less than a minute.  
“That was amazing,” He compliments your food which you thank in a small bow, slurping on your noodles as you take your time eating your craved food.
“Where did you learn to make such good ramen?” 
You reply with a quick ‘at home with my family’, but you regret answering as it only intrigues him more about you and your life.
The quiet dinner suddenly turns into an interview, and you are not sure if you love it or hate it. 
Why are you studying business? 
Do you have any allergies? 
Do you think Rose knew she could have saved Jack, or do you think he intentionally left him to die? 
You laugh at the last question, slurping the last bits of noodles on your plate. 
“I sure hope not! Imagine going through all that hassle to be with the person you love and then when found in a life or death situation she just lets him die. I’m sure if she knew the door could handle both of them she would have share it with him. Even though I’m also sure he would have said no.”  
He stares at you in silence as he thinks about your answer, watching you lift the plate closer to your lips as you drink the last bit of broth left.
“You’re cute.” He huffs, as he continues to stare at you with glistening eyes.
You choke on the broth, taken by surprise at the sudden compliment. 
Is he flirting with you? 
“Thanks,” You do the same as Soobin and put your plate on the floor next to your chair, “You are cute too” You reply, trying to play it cool as you laugh.
However, Soobin doesn’t laugh with you, but instead stares at you with a mischievous smile. 
You notice his eyes going from yours to your lips, his smile slowly fading as he shifts in his chair and leans closer to you, your faces now close enough that you can smell the alcohol from his breath. 
“If I'm so cute, why don't you kiss me then?”
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bangtansocean · 9 months
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“Where did all this rain come from?!” You complain to yourself as you close the front door with your hip, both hands busy carrying your grocery bags.
“You need help?” A second voice startles you, dropping one of the bags on the floor as you turn to the place where the voice came. 
A tall, pink haired guy stands by the door frame of Yeonjun’s bedroom. He stares at you as he slurps on his instant ramen, blinking repeatedly as he struggles to keep himself awake. The bags under his eyes make it more than obvious that this man has not slept in the last 24-48 hours. 
“I got it, thank you,” You reply in a slightly harsh tone due to your annoyance with the crazy weather, but offer him a smile which he reciprocates. 
“I gotchu,” he says, walking towards you as he picks the fallen bag up, placing it on the kitchen counter. “Sorry I couldn’t welcome you last night, I had a long shift.” He excuses himself. “I’m Yeonjun.” He places the now empty cup of noodles next to the bag as he helps you unpack your groceries and places them on your designated shelf. 
I’m pretty sure I said I don’t need help, you say to yourself as you stand next to him, mimicking his actions as you place everything where it's supposed to be. You both work in silence, finishing to put everything away faster than you thought you would. “I’m y/n, by the way.” You present yourself after you realize you haven’t. “Sorry, the rain got me in a mood. I hate getting wet.” You excuse yourself this time, which makes him laugh. 
“No worries, I can help you unpack the rest of your boxes if you need an extra hand.” He offers kindly, which this time you don’t reject. 
The few boxes you left on the hallway are the ones that are too heavy to carry by yourself, so an extra hand would be more than useful to you right now. 
“Thank you, that would be nice.” You smile back at him. 
Yeonjun gets into moving your boxes right away, carrying them with ease to your room. 
Once they are all in your room, he begins opening the boxes and helping you sort where everything goes. To be honest, you weren’t expecting him to help you organize everything, but you are thankful for his company, and competence. 
You engage in small talk and quickly learn that he is in the medicine major, which explains the I-haven’t-slept-in-3-years kind of look. He gives you all the tea about Beomgyu, and tells you about his crazy ex-girlfriend that almost moved in with them, instead of you. 
In less than an hour, you find a friend in him, confiding in him to talk about everything and nothing as you both work efficiently. “What about Soobin?” you ask, genuinely curious to have the big question answered. 
“You met him already?” He asks, as he throws an empty box from your bed to the corner. “He’s a cool dude. We get on each other’s nerves a lot, but he’s like a brother to me.” He nods to himself, a smile appearing on his face as he thinks fondly of his friend. 
“Is he Beomgyu’s pass friend?” You ask shyly, instantly regretting it when Yeonjun sits on your bed next to you, his body frozen as he looks at you deadpan. 
“What? You like Soobin?!” He snorts, trying to keep his laugh to himself which he fails to do. 
You panic as he covers his mouth with his hands, finding the situation hilarious for some reason. 
“Why are you laughing? And no. I was just asking!” You roll your eyes at him while folding your clothes, placing them in the correct pile and avoiding eye contact with Yeonjun who is still laughing by himself. 
“Sorry, it’s just funny to think of someone actively having a crush on Soobin. He’s a weird ass dude, I think he’s asexual or something. Allergic to people, almost.” He chuckles again. “But yes, he is Gyu’s free pass.” He grabs one of your hoodies and folds it, “and if he wasn’t Gyu’s he would probably be mine.” He shrugs, “So yeah, he’s off limits.” He giggles again. “Not that it matters, I’m sure he would never even think about being around you like that, no offense.” 
Offense: taken.
“Ouch!” You say half-joking, hurt at his choice of words. 
“I didn’t say it because of you though, it’s him! He’s been single for the whole time I’ve known him. Such a complicated guy. He’s waiting for the right one, or whatever.” He exclaims exasperated. “We’ve tried to get him laid, and we almost succeeded a couple of times, but he’s so stubborn! and picky as hell.” He rolls his eyes, annoyed at the memory of his friend rejecting every single girl who has ever shown interest in him.
“He didn’t seem like that to me. He was so smile-y and nice.” You frown. Soobin definitely seemed like a guy who knows what he wants, but he never came across as stubborn or anti-people as Yeonjun portrays him to be. 
“Smile-y?!” Yeonjun laughs again. “He must be sick, or plotting some twisted revenge on me, or Gyu. Who knows, maybe even against you for making him deal with your boxes!” He throws a shirt at you which you throw back harder, laughing at his younger brother-like antics. 
Yeonjun helps you fold the rest of the clothes before organizing them inside the closet, indulging in more small talk about the many memories he has made while living here. He takes his cardigan off, the red crop top coming into view that matched his red belt that held his black ripped jeans in place. For someone who seemed so professional and a future doctor, he sure had the style of a rock star.
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“So who is your free pass?” You slurp on your instant noodles, sitting with your legs crossed on the floor of your own bedroom. 
Yeonjun moves around the noodles of his second cup of instant noodles of today, blowing on them before taking a handful to his mouth, answering with his mouth full. “Huening Kai.” He swallows. “It used to be my ex-girlfriend, but obviously that’s changed.” He huffs. “He’s in the medicine field with me, a second year.” 
You listen to him attentively as you indulge in your noodles, nodding as he continues to tell you about this new mysterious friend Kai. 
“You’ll probably meet him soon, we should be having a gathering in the house on friday so we can all properly meet.” He announces before taking another handful of ramen into his mouth. 
“Oh,” You reply, “Am I Invited?” you ask shyly, feeling slightly left out of the plans that were happening and you had no idea about them.
Yeonjun looks at you deadpan again, his cheeks full of food as he rolls his eyes before replying. “Stupid,” he drops his chopsticks on his cup and proceeds to push you lightly on the shoulder. “We’re literally having the meeting because of you, think of it as a welcome party of some sorts.” He shrugs before taking the chopsticks again and finishing his ramen like a hungry animal that hasn’t been fed in months. 
The idea of a welcoming party makes your heart flutter. You really hit the jackpot with these roommates and with the new place. You are extremely thankful to Monica and Mingyu for making this happen for you. 
The rest of the evening you enjoy Yeonjun’s company, moving to his room to watch some T.V but eventually ending up in the living room playing video games on the collective playstation he, Soobin and Gyu bought together. 
“Oh you guys are awake,” Beomgyu walks through the main door, a drenched umbrella in his hand as he smiles once he realizes you guys are playing his favorite game. “I didn’t know you played y/n!” 
He quickly removes his shoes and runs towards the couch, snuggling next to you as he takes an extra controller. “Let me in!” He speaks loudly, turning to Yeonjun who is sitting on your left side, too focused to listen to his roommate. 
“He’s almost dead, you can join us after,” You whisper to him, and continue watching Yeonjun play, as you have already died way earlier in the round.
You’re surprised at how well Yeonjun plays, carrying your team till the end of the round, eventually dying on a 1v1. “Nice try Junnie,” Gyu encourages him. “Now let me in.” 
You laugh as he sits up, connecting his controller to the game. 
The small chit-chat between your two roommates lets you dive into your thoughts, which most were about Soobin. It’s not that you wanted to think about him, but for some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to think about anything else. 
Maybe I just need to get laid, you think to yourself. It could be that your body has gone crazy after seeing the tall, handsome, prince-like guy, awakening a feeling you haven’t had in almost eight months. However, you’re unsure if getting laid would get rid of the butterflies you get in your stomach everytime you think about Soobin. 
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“You look nice today.” 
Oh God, here we go.  
“Thank you, Soobin.” You thank him with a soft smile, looking down to your outfit as you step out of your building, walking next to him.
“Anytime,” He replies softly, his eyes wandering around before looking down with a shy smile, watching your steps synchronised as you make your way down the street.
The weather today is perfect, sunny with a light breeze not too hot and not too windy. 
You enjoy the sun in silence as you make your way down to the exhibition, turning to look at Soobin every now and then who looks too emerged in his thoughts. 
You think about asking him if everything was okay when you finally see the line to the entrance, surprised to see the area looks more like a fair than a museum exhibition which is what you were expecting.
“Oh wow,” You turn to Soobin with questioning eyes. Did you come to the right place? 
He turns to look at you and nods as if he can read your mind and knew you were confused at what you were seeing.
So this is where you guys are going.
You make the line which thankfully goes by quickly, both you and Soobin taking in the vibrant energy that surrounds the place.
“Thank you. Enjoy your day!” The lady at the entrance welcomes you after scanning both of your tickets, a warm smile on her face as she invites you to access the event.
The place looks more like a market at plain sight.
There’s stalls on each side of the narrow main street, and it meets with other streets that keep getting smaller and smaller.
Live music fades into the background, as the smell of delicious Italian cuisine fills the air of the place.
“So… what do you want to check out first?” Soobin asks you, looking down to meet your eyes, “We could walk around to see if we like anything and stop as we go, or is there anything you specifically want to see?”
“I thought we were here for the Roman exhibition.” You tease him, to which he rolls his eyes in a joking manner. 
“Yes,” He laughs. “But we are already here. We might as well enjoy the rest of the festival, no?” He winks at you before focusing on the stall behind you, a cute handmade jewelry stand being managed by two young girls and their father. 
“Okay, maybe we can just walk around and see what calls our attention?” You repeat Soobin’s plan to which he nods before making his way into the busy hall, his eyes turning to you every now and then to make sure you’re still walking next to him. 
You walk deeper into the market, and the deeper you get the more you feel like you are actually in Italy. 
Soobin walks next to you, humming to the song the live band is playing as he scans the variety of stalls surrounding you, a faint smile never leaving his lips. Both mesmerised at the beauty and the diversity of the things around you.
You try to keep up with his steps, but you notice the more you walk into the market, the less space there is to walk.
You are able to follow Soobin thanks to his outstanding head amongst the crowd, but suddenly you reach a junction where people are flowing from all sides, and you completely lose the direction he just turned to. 
“Fuck,” you whisper to yourself, “Soobin?” you call louder as you look around the area.
 Still no sight of him.
You start to worry when you are unable to see him in the sea of people, calling his name again before a loud noise and people gasping makes you turn nervously to the right. 
The people gather around making a circle around the stall where you could see fruits scattered all over the floor, and where you find a distressed Soobin picking the fruits up as he continues to apologise to the owner for tripping with the baskets. 
“I’m sorry, I’m looking for my friend and didn’t see the basket.” He continues to apologize as he places the fruits back in the basket. His eyes scan the crowd quickly before bowing to the old lady who looks at him with understanding eyes. 
You can’t help but laugh at the scene in front of you, which makes Soobin’s head turn to look at you with big eyes, his shoulders relaxing at the sight of you. 
He walks to you and grabs you by the arm, dragging you back to where he was standing. 
The lady of the wrecked stall smiles at you, which you reciprocate with a small bow.
“Please don’t disappear again.” He whispers before diverting his attention from you again as he continues to help the nice lady clean up.
You open your mouth to reply, but you are taken aback by his serious tone. He sounded very distressed, and you weren’t sure if joking around was the best option right now. 
In fact, you didn’t know how to react at all.
You watch him silently as he finishes cleaning the mess he made and makes his way back to you and the owner of the stall. He exchanges a few words with the nice lady, offering her some money for the damaged fruits. 
She refuses to take it at first, but after Soobin's insistence, she finally takes the money with a small bow. 
“I apologize again ma’am, I’ll be more careful from now on.” He bows one more time before turning to you, a light shade of red covering Soobin’s cheeks and ears as he grabs your hand and walks to the opposite direction of where the accident happened. “Well, that was embarrassing.” 
You stare at your joined hands, his fingers intertwined with yours as his thumb strokes small circles on your hand, sending shivers down your arm. Your eyes linger a few seconds more before looking up at him with confused eyes. 
Sobbin stops walking when you don't reply to him, your head still all over the place trying to process everything that happened in the span of five minutes. 
“Are you okay?” He asks, his worried eyes scanning you. “y/n?” His eyebrows are almost touching due to his frown.
His eyes land on your intertwined hands, letting go of your hand and placing it on your shoulder, shaking you softly as he calls your name again.
“Yes, sorry,” You shake your head, snapping out of your zoning out. “So much happened just now my brain is trying to process it all.” 
You stare at each other in silence, a smile appearing on his face as he continues to stare with intrigued eyes.
“Why are you acting like you are the one who just embarrassed themselves in the middle of the market?” He asks in a teasing tone, holding his laughter as you press your lips in a straight line, trying to not laugh. 
It doesn’t last long before you both give in, laughing at the spectacle Soobin created.
“This is your fault,” Soobin pouts as his neck gets red, the embarrassment taking over him again as his eyes avoid you. “I thought I lost you.” 
Your heart sinks at the words, the endearing tone making you hold back a nervous laugh;
Him being upset at the thought of losing you was making you feel things, and you are not sure if that's a good thing at all. 
“I thought I lost you too,” You reply with a shrug, trying to play it cool. “You walk too fast.” You tease him, making him huff back at your jab. 
“Well, you walk too slow,” He replies in a challenging tone. 
“No, I walk at normal human speed. It’s not my fault you are built different.”
Soobin jaw drops in disbelief before he snorts laughing, throwing his head back as he covers his mouth with his hand. “Hey! that’s bullying!” 
The tension and the seriousness of the situation ease out as you both laugh it out. His dimples grow bigger as he tries to calm himself down, failing to do so as he continues laughing which makes you laugh. 
“Okay, enough market for now.” Soobin says in between laughter, his hand reaching out to yours before intertwining his long fingers with yours again. 
You look down to your hands, a thousand jabs in your stomach as he plays with your fingers. His thumb caresses the back of your hand before he squeezes your hand a couple of times, making you laugh at his antics.
You look up to him, who is still entertained with your hand, a faint smile decorating his lips before he speaks again. 
“I’m not losing you again.” He speaks slowly, his words sinking in as his eyes meet yours. 
You hum back in reply, not sure how to respond at the sudden seriousness. 
“Let’s go to the exhibition then?” You try to avoid being awkward again, taking a deep breath before he nods.
He turns to look ahead, pulling on your hand gently as you walk down the market together, his hand never leaving yours. 
The market is very busy, but you can’t really focus on whatever is happening around you. All you can think about is how his hand covers yours, his thumb still caressing your skin softly as he continues to hold your hand tightly, squeezing it lightly every now and then. 
It’s almost like he is trying to remind you that you are holding hands. 
You walk peacefully until you reach a small gray building by the lake with the words ‘Roman Empire Exhibition’ written on a sign by the entrance door. 
It seems like the place is usually a restaurant, and they took half of the place to host the exhibition which would explain the amount of tables and chairs stacked up by the entrance.
“Should we head in?” Soobin turns to look at you with excited eyes. 
You nod with a faint smile before you both step into the exhibition, his hand never leaving yours as you make your way inside. 
You spend the next hour walking around the exhibition, enjoying the artifacts and the extensive video-documentaries being displayed on the walls. Soobin took it as his personal duty to explain everything to you, and even though you already know most things thanks to your dad, you listen to him attentively with a smile as he gives you a tour around the exhibition. 
You notice a special glimmer in his eyes when he talks about the artifacts, the excitement exuding from him as he continues to walk you through the exhibit which makes your heart rate increase every time your eyes meet.
And by the time you are done with the exhibition, you are surprised to realise that you are still holding Soobin’s hand. 
He did let go of your hand every now and then when explaining and pointing at things, but he would immediately hold your hand back, almost like second nature to him. 
You obviously didn’t mind it at all, but you weren’t sure why he would keep holding onto your hand when the exhibition barely had people inside, there was no way of losing you in there.
But you didn’t want to make things awkward, so you decided to keep quiet and keep the questions for yourself. 
At the end of the day, you are almost certain he doesn’t realize what he is doing.  
“Well, what did you think about it?” You ask him as you make your way out the exit into the main lobby of the building. 
He rolls his eyes as he moans in satisfaction, “It was better than I expected, ten out of ten.” He nods while closing his eyes, making you giggle at his child-like attitude. 
You take a glance of the lobby, your admiration to the beautiful decoration interrupted when your eyes spot the white board on the corner of the room: Make your own pizza here! Pizza classes starting 2 euro each! 
“Oh my God, Soobin!” You exclaim excitedly, making him turn to the direction you were looking at. 
He squints his eyes to read the sign, gasping in surprise once he is able to read it. 
You both turn to look at each other with a smirk, speaking with your eyes before he pulls you by the hand and begins skipping his steps towards the entrance, pulling you by the hand as you follow with a laugh. 
Once you are by the sign, you can spot the chef who welcomes you with a grand smile. 
“You are in luck! We have one more spot available for the next class, it starts in 5 minutes!” He types into his Ipad your names before going back inside the kitchen to get the credit card machine, Soobin pulling out his wallet to pay the classes to which you quickly reject. 
“I can pay,” You speak nervously, not wanting Soobin to spend all his money, taking into consideration he payed the lady for the damaged fruits. 
“Absolutely not.” He taps his credit card into the machine, not giving you a second chance to try and offer to at least pay your half. “My treat.” 
You feel giddy inside at his gentleman-like attitude, biting your lip before thanking him. 
You’ve been good at keeping your feelings in check, but he has been testing you ever since you arrived at the event, the crush growing by the minute which makes you extremely nervous. 
“This way please!” The old man greets you into the kitchen, pointing at the one spot left in the long table, your eyes scanning the room to realize…
It’s all couples. 
You turn to look at Soobin who is turning pink, his eyes meeting you as he lets out a nervous giggle, realizing too, that you just got yourself into another awkward situation.
You walk to your spot in silence, Soobin following you as he stands behind you once you reach your spot.
The ingredients are organized per couple, and you are thankful to see they have your favorite pizza toppings for selection, turning to look at Soobin with excited eyes to which he replies with a small smile. 
The class starts and your attention is fully on the chef, who explains the first few steps to make sure the dough is perfectly made. You made some space for Soobin next to you so you could both work at the same time, but the table was shared with another couple who were taking a lot of space and it was very uncomfortable to try and fit all of you in a line. 
“Sorry,” You whisper to Soobin after elbowing him for the fifth time, blowing a string of hair off your face, beginning to get frustrated at the couple next to you who keeps taking more and more space. Even after you kindly asked them to move slightly to the left so you and Soobin could have enough space to work on the dough, they kept taking extra space unconsciously which was making this experience a very unenjoyable one. 
“Hey,” Soobin calls your attention in a whisper, turning to look at him with a pout as you punch your dough softly, making him laugh at your antics. “I know,” He comforts you, giving the couple a dirty look which they miss as they are laughing with each other, throwing their dough up in the air like professionals. 
You both stare at the couple with a frown, unsure of how to deal with the situation without sounding extremely rude and ruining the mood for everyone else in the class. 
“Here, let’s try this.” Soobin whispers again, moving away from the table and walking behind you. 
You try to turn around to see where he was going, but he grabs you by the shoulder to prevent you from turning around, standing behind you as he lowers his body to reach your height. “Let’s see if this works,” He speaks softly into your ear, sending shivers down your spine as his hands travel from your shoulders and down your arms until he reaches your dough. 
He taps your hand before grabbing the roller, holding the farthest sides before speaking into your ear again, “Come on, grab it.” 
You swallow dryly at the unintentional innuendo, letting out a quiet giggle before grabbing into the roller, your hands on top of his as you begin to stretch the dough. 
“Why is it so hard?” Soobin asks, surprised at the amount of strength he has to use to stretch your dough. 
Your mind, already in the gutter, fails you as you laugh louder. 
It takes Soobin a few seconds to understand why you were laughing, nudging you with his shoulder before he joins you laughing. “You’re so nasty,” He scolds you as he continues to stretch your dough, his chest bumping into your back every now and then which just makes the situation worse for you. 
You can’t help but laugh every time you feel his hips against your ass, the whole situation making you slightly horny as you try to stay focused on making your pizza…
But all you can think about is having him bend you over and fucking you against the table.
“How thick do you like it?” Soobin genuinely asks, making you laugh again before replying. 
“This thick is perfect for me,” You reply in a higher tone, unable to take the conversation seriously which makes him huff at your childish innuendos. 
“You are worse than a high schooler,” He laughs, surprised to see how dirty minded you are. “Behave,” He scolds you in a deeper tone, playing along with your immature game. 
“Yes daddy,” You reply in almost a high pitched moan, making you both burst into laughter. 
You notice the couple next to you staring in annoyance, which makes Soobin cough as he goes back to working on the dough in silence, trying to ease the awkwardness between you two and the couple next to you, feeling slightly victorious to see that they too, had a taste of their own medicine. 
“Let’s make a heart,” Soobin breaks the silence as he puts his dough in front of you.
You blink repeatedly before grabbing the roller, stretching his dough without replying, or looking back. 
This time around, his hands are on top of yours, rolling carefully to not hurt you as you do most of the work. Thankfully, his dough was softer than yours, which made it easier to roll by yourself.
Once you are done rolling you begin to shape his pizza, both of your hands working diligently to make it a pretty heart. You continue to make sure the heart is perfect, molding it a couple of times with your thumbs to fix any edges that could look bumpy and ruin the shape. 
“You’re good at this,” He compliments you as he takes his hands off the dough, letting you finish the small details you were diligently working on. 
However, your breath hitches when his hands land on your waist, your head turning to meet Soobin’s eyes.
You stare at each other in silence, your hand still on the dough as his rest on your waist, his thumb making small circles on your skin which made it tingle to his touch. 
He licks his lips as his eyes dance between your eyes and your lips, making you nervous as you notice him lean closer to your face. 
You can’t help but look at his wet lips and then back up to his eyes, his stare soft and his nervous eyes as he is a few inches away from your lips. 
And then...
Clap!
A thunderous clap startles both of you, turning to the front to see the chef standing in the middle of the room congratulating everyone for finishing step one, and informing everyone that you will begin adding toppings to the pizza now. 
You clear your throat as you shift in your place, Soobin’s hands leaving your waist as he takes a step to the side, still feeling his eyes on you before he takes a step forward, standing next to you but his eyes now focused on your pizzas. 
You were able to get all the toppings on the pizza in less than 5 minutes, and then you waited 10 minutes for the pizzas to cook in the oven, which was handed to you in a pizza box by the chef who thanked everyone for coming to the class.  
You exchanged a few words with Soobin and a few other people from the class as you waited for the pizzas, adding one of the girls to your contacts as she recognised you from orientation.
“I’ll see you in class tomorrow!” You wave back at her before stepping out the door, Soobin following behind as you make your way down the lakeside. You look up to notice the different colours in the sky as the sunset reaches its peak point . “The sky is so pretty.” 
Soobin looks up as he continues to walk beside you holding both of the pizza boxes, humming pleased at the pretty sunset.
“Let’s sit over there,” He points with his head to a small bench by the lake, a man setting up his amp to busk not far from there. 
“Sure,” you nod, walking towards the bench as the sound of the man’s saxophone starts to ring in your ears, a romantic ballad complementing the scenery surrounding you.
“Oh I love this song!” Soobin exclaims as he makes it to the bench a few seconds before you and places the boxes on top of the bench before turning to look at you. “Let’s dance,” he smiles as he grabs your hands, placing one on his shoulder before placing it on your waist. 
He holds your other hand as he pulls you closer to him, slowly swaying side to side before you could reproach him.
You can’t help but laugh with him, both of you swaying slowly as he guides you. “You’re a great dancer,” You compliment him, watching his profile as he watches the sunset over the lake, a smirk appearing on his face before turning to you.
“My mother signed me up for dance classes when I was younger.” He explains in a soft voice, “She always said that if I wanted to marry a princess I would have to know how to dance with her.” 
“You wanted to marry a princess?” You tease with a smile before he lets go of your waist to make you twirl, his hand finding your waist again as you continue to dance. 
“No. I wanted to marry Rapunzel, to be specific.” He looks down and smiles, the memory playing in his head. “I was an ambitious little guy.” 
“That’s so cute,” You scrunch your nose in endearment, picturing baby Soobin telling his mom he wanted to marry Rapunzel. 
The song unfortunately comes to an end, and both of you let go of each other to clap for the man who bowed and mouthed a quiet thank you before getting ready to play his next song. 
“Okay, let’s eat and then I’ll take you home.” Soobin places his hand on your shoulder and taps it  lightly before walking towards the boxes, handing you the one on the top.
“Thank you,” You bow lightly before opening the box, “Oh, this one is yours.” 
You look at the heart shaped pizza, noticing it has the exact same toppings as yours and it was slightly bigger than yours, your mouth watering at the sight. 
“It’s okay, we got the same topics. Plus you worked extra hard to shape it, it’s only fair you get it. ” He takes the other box and sits on the bench, placing the box on his legs before opening the box to air the heat out. “My heart is yours if you want it.” 
You stare at him for a few seconds, his eyes never leaving yours as a faint smile appears on his lips. 
“Thank you,” You whisper, feeling shy all of a sudden as you take a seat next to him, opening the box to air the pizza as Soobin nods in response, taking a slice of his pizza and taking the first bite. 
“Anytime, y/n” He replies after swallowing, turning to you one last time before you begin eating your heart shaped pizza in silence. The saxophone and the sunset being your companions as your heart beat increases for the thousandth time today. 
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FOUR
“So, how’s it been?” Mingyu sips on his iced coffee with curious eyes, his bright lime jacket contrasting with the white and pastel palette of the cafe. 
 Monica takes her coffee in silence, waiting for your reply with eagerness as you haven’t been able to really talk about your new home ever since. 
“They are great guys.” You nod to yourself, setting your warm chocolate down. “The place is absolutely beautiful, and they have been very welcoming.” 
It’s only been a couple of days since you moved in your new place, but things have gone better than you could have hoped for.
The guys have been busy, so they spend most of the time outside of the apartment and don't come back until the sun starts setting. You learnt that Yeonjun is doing his hospital practices during summer to save himself some time before university starts, and that Beomgyu is an orientation week volunteer for the incoming engineers at the university. So you basically have the house for yourself in the mornings, and whenever one of them comes back home, you enjoy their stories as you game together or have a drink on the terrace.  
Mingyu smiles at the news. “They are great guys indeed, I promise it will feel like home in no time!” You thank him with a shy smile. 
“So when am I coming over?!” Monica asks, her eyebrows raised as he blinks dramatically, making you laugh. 
“Well, about that,” Your smile grows bigger. “You can come by anytime. The guys have this system where each roommate gets one friend who gets an extra key and can come by whenever.” You pull the extra key from your purse and place it on the table. “It’s all yours.” 
Monica stares at the key and then back at you, her eyes growing bigger. “Wait really? I get my own set of keys?!” She slowly reaches for the keys and slides them closer to her. 
“Ah yes, the free pass friend.”Mingyu throws his head back laughing. “We’ve had our fair share of horror stories with those.” He sighs, remembering all the crazy hook up drama that happened before he and Yeonjun got girlfriends. “Yeonjun wanted to kill me when he saw his ex coming out of my room.” 
You stare in horror at Mingyu as he shakes his head and laughs at the memory before Monica hits him with her purse. “You slept with your roommate’s ex-girlfriend?! You’re disgusting!” She rolls her eyes as he laughs harder, and you can’t help but watch them in silence, fairly entertained by them. 
“She wasn’t even his girlfriend back then!” He explains, covering himself from another purse attack. “They were best friends! Things got a little messy with me and Yeonjun after that though, because he obviously had feelings for her and well.. I just wanted to fuck her.” He shrugs, gaining another purse slap from Monica. 
“Mingyu!!” She screams. “Jesus Christ! Thank God you found Mei, otherwise you would be infected with who knows how many STD’s by now.” She speaks, her hands moving exasperatedly as she speaks. 
“Yeah, you’re not wrong to be honest.” He shrugs again before picking up his drink again, looking at you once he finishes it. “So are you having the welcome party this weekend? Do you think I’d be able to join for a beer or two?” He speaks again, Monica’s head turning to look at you with questioning eyes. 
“Um.. what welcome party and why have I not heard of this?” Her eyebrow curves up, making you laugh. 
“I was going to mention it before you interrupted me.” You roll your eyes at them. “But yes, they are having a party to meet us,” You point at Monica and yourself repeatedly before turning to Mingyu. “And it’s tomorrow. I can ask Beomgyu, but I’m sure he won’t mind if you swing by.” 
You smile at your friends who nod before changing the subject. Monica complains about how we officially start classes next week, while Mingyu on the other hand, is sharing the struggles of being an adult and his new corporate job. 
“Enough about me, any tea from your side of the table?” Mingyu asks you, and to be completely honest, there has been only one thing bothering you these last few days. 
“I think I need to get laid, guys.” You say quickly, making both of them giggle as you let out a frustrated sigh. “I’m serious! It’s like my body sees a cute guy and immediately forgets how to act! It’s so annoying!” 
You continue to complain to your friends, who listen to your rant attentively as you let everything out. Well, almost everything.
You end up agreeing with Monica that you will go to more uni events in hopes of meeting a cute guy to hook up with, and hopefully help you with the one small detail you decided to keep to yourself. 
“Oh, Mingyu?” A familiar voice resonates behind you. 
You can feel your body temperature drop when Mingyu smiles, standing up to greet the one person you couldn't stop thinking about. 
“Soobin! Fancy seeing you here!” He says in a fake british accent as he steps to the side of the table and hugs the tall guy. You turn your head to look at Monica in distress, but she stares at you in confusion. 
Who’s the guy?, She mouths. And before you can reply back, your name is called by none other than the man himself. 
Every nerve in your body sparks. A tingling sensation washes over you as he calls you by your name for the first time. 
You take a deep breath mentally before turning, a warm smile appearing on your lips as you look up to him, your heart skipping a beat when you find him already smiling back at you brightly.
“How’s everything going?” He places a hand on your shoulder, his eyes lingering on yours. 
“All good,” you manage to say, “settling in pretty well.” 
“I’m glad to hear that,” He replies with a soft nod. You feel extremely nervous not only because of his presence, but because you can feel two pairs of eyes watching you as you try not to malfunction after you confessed your needs to get laid. “I-” 
A phone rings, interrupting Soobin’s train of thought as everyone turns to look to where the noise was coming from.
Your phone. 
“Oh, sorry.” You finally react and pick up the phone, answering it quickly when you see Beomgyu’s name flashing on your screen. “What’s up?”
“I locked myself out,” You can hear the annoyance in his voice, which makes you want to laugh even though you feel bad for him for being in such a situation. 
“Did you lose your key?” You ask now, worried. 
“No. I’m pretty sure I left it on the kitchen counter, ugh this is so annoying!” He grunts. “Are you coming home soon? If not, I can try calling Soobin.” 
“Oh, Soobin is actually next to me.” You say, turning back to him, who is attentively trying to listen to your conversation. “We just ran into each other at the cafe.” You say, now looking at your two confused friends. 
“Did he lock himself out again?” Soobin asks, to which you nod silently. “Classic Gyu.” He laughs before signaling to your phone. 
You offer him the phone and stare at him with curious eyes, amused at how this seems to be a recurrent event. 
“I can be there in 15.” He speaks on the phone, nodding a couple of times before hanging up and giving the phone back to you. “I got it this time, but you should get used to this. It happens all the time.” He rolls his eyes, taking his phone out to type some stuff and then directs his attention back to you.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, I’ll go order my coffee and then be on my way.” He turns to look at Mingyu and Monica to whom he bows lightly. “It was nice seeing you guys.” He smiles. He turns around and makes his way to the counter, stealing glances at the table every now and then while in line. 
“Bitch, what was that?” Monica asks deadpan. 
You frown at her question, unsure of what exactly she was referring to, “Huh? What are you talking about?” 
She smirks at you with a teasing expression. “I’m talking about how you almost drooled on the table at the sight of handsome slenderman.” She laughs at her own joke. “Who is the man, and how do you know him?” He turns to Mingyu who gives her a side eye. 
“You don’t know Soobin?” He asks in a sassy tone. “He’s like the smartest guy in the fucking school.” 
“Oh! The guy who’s been promised valedictorian for our graduation since freshman?!” Mingyu nods at Monica's question before both of them continue to small talk. 
You, on the other hand, can't stop facepalming yourself repeatedly. Because of course you couldn’t crush on any other guy.
No. 
You had to crush on a guy who’s known to be the smartest student the school has ever had in 50 years. The guy who, according to all of his friends, is extremely picky and rejected every single girl ever. And the cherry on top of the disaster cake, is that you had to fall for the guy who is number one on your roommates’ prohibited list. 
☾ ⋆・゚:⋆・゚
This is a terrible idea, you think to yourself as you finish applying your lipstick in the mirror. 
You check yourself for the tenth time, making sure your outfit is not too much and that it looks nice enough for a casual Saturday date. 
You sit on your bed and tap your feet nervously, the butterflies in your stomach taking over. 
“He should be here any second,” You tell yourself in a whisper, unable to process how you got here in the first place…
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The welcome party was a success.
The guys bought you your favorite wine, and decorated the living room with cute tiny balloons and a homemade ‘welcome home’ sign. You spent most of the time on the terrace, drinking together as the sun went down. You finally met Huening Kai as well, who seemed to have the same tired-but-cool vibe as Yeonjun. 
Everyone was there: Beomgyu, Yeonjun, Mingyu, Monica, Huening Kai and of course, Soobin. 
At first you couldn’t help feeling extremely nervous, scared of how the guys would feel about Monica, but you immediately relaxed when you noticed how well everyone was getting along. 
You might even dare to say they like her more than they like you, which is a lot. 
You all sat in a circle on the terrace, some of you sitting on the chairs and some on the floor with cushions. The conversations moved smoothly, never having an awkward pause, and everyone laughing at times. You were all talking about the upcoming weekend and how it was our last free one before university officially started. 
“I’m just going to stay in bed until monday to be honest, orientation week wrecked me.” Beomgyu says before taking a sip of his beer. Everyone agreeing with him as they all wanted to relax before starting class.
Well, everyone but Soobin. 
“You guys are so boring!” Soobin exclaims, the red blush of his cheeks getting stronger as he finishes his third beer. “There’s so many fun summer specials, you guys are seriously planning to stay home?” He complains in a pout. 
“Like what, Soobin?” Yeonjun asks, rolling his eyes at the over enthusiasm of his friend. 
“There’s an Italian cultural heritage exhibition happening just a few blocks away from here. Apparently they brought samples of the Roman empire to the exhibit!” He exclaims enthusiastically. 
The silence in the room is loud, everyone turning to look at him with incredulous eyes.  
“Soobin, that sounds like the most boring exhibition ever,” Beomgyu says. “No one is going to go to that shit.” 
“Yeah, like who even likes that type of thing? Apart from you obviously.” Yeonjun asks. 
“Y/n does,” Monica replies, the room turning to look at you while you freeze at the callout. 
“Wait, you do?!” Yeonjun asks mockingly, to which you nod before putting your beer down. 
“I used to go to Italy with my parents every summer.” you explain, “My dad is a history teacher, so…” shrugging your shoulders, you steal a quick glance around the terrace as Yeonjun awe’s in understanding. 
“Wait, really?!” Soobin asks excitedly, making you turn to him with big eyes. 
“Uh yes.” You nod to which he smiles. “It is very fascinating, I’m sure the exhibition will be amazing.” You share his excitement to which he giggles, making your heart do backflips. 
“You should come with me then! Entry is free. You just have to sign in to the guest list!” He exclaims again, everyone’s eyes on you both as you exchange plans. 
“Yes! Sure, I mean. That sounds like fun, I’m down.” You calm yourself as you agree to go with him to the exhibition tomorrow. 
There is a soft knock on your door that snaps you out of last night’s memory. “Soobin is here.” Yeonjun’s voice resonates through the door.
The nerves come back to you as you stand up and take one deep breath before you walk to your bedroom door. 
This is a terrible idea, you think to yourself one more time as you approach the living room, where the tall, handsome and unobtainable man is waiting for you at the end of the hall. 
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bangtansocean · 10 months
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TWO
“Oh, I’m not sure where she is, but I can assure you she lives here.” The faint sound of a voice wakes you up from your slumber, realizing the sun is up again. Fuck, I slept for too long, you mentally scold yourself. 
You check your phone to see the time, jumping out of bed when you see 3 missed calls from the moving company, and one text from last night. Beomgyu texted you saying he and Yeonjun went out to eat with his classmates and left some pizza for you in case you didn’t have anything for dinner. 
“We need her signature. Otherwise we have to take the boxes with us.” Another foreign voice echoes in the hallway, your brain connecting the dots: your boxes are here!
Shit shit shit, you jump out of bed and throw a hoodie on, freshening your face with a makeup remover wipe before making your way down the hallway, meeting a tall black haired guy speaking with two other men who had the moving company’s logo on their shirt. 
The three men turn to look at you, the silence in the room growing awkward as you notice your boxes are already inside, perfectly organized by Beomgyu’s room. “Are you Miss Y/L/N ?” One of the company’s workers asks. 
“Uhh, yes. That’s me.” You walk closer to them, handing them your I.D with a small bow. Your cheeks turn red with embarrassment when you realize you are wearing your Hello Kitty pants, and the Monsters Inc. slippers Monica bought you as a gift when you went to Disney together during spring break. 
The black haired guy in a white hoodie giggles next to you, making you turn your face to see him staring at your slippers, which makes you feel even more embarrassed. You notice the dimples on his cheek, and his eyes that have a very peculiar tone of brown, almost gray. 
“Are you wearing contacts?” You ask, surprising both you and him at the random question. He nods with a shy smile before the workers call for your attention again, taking your ID back with another small bow. 
“Please sign here,” They give you a small paper that basically states that everything has been delivered, which you sign quickly and thank them for the help. 
“Have a good day,” you say, closing the door behind them. A deep sigh escapes your lips as you rest your head against the main door.
“You slept a lot,” The hoodie guy’s voice is soft, and very quiet. “We got you some dinner yesterday, we even knocked on your door but you were long gone.” He smiles at you. “The pizza is in the fridge in case you still want it?” He asks. 
You follow him with your eyes as he makes his way to the kitchen, opening the fridge and taking out the takeaway packaging that had your name written on top of it with a black marker. 
He leans into the kitchen counter as he stares at you, his eyes dancing between you and the takeaway, “would you like me to heat it up for you?” He smiles sincerely to which you smile back, feeling stupid at how incompetent you must look right now. 
“No.” You quickly say, “You’ve already done so much.” You shake your head, walk towards him and grab the box. You open it and place the slices of pizza on a plate before throwing it into the microwave. Unsure of how to make the situation less awkward. “Thank you for receiving my boxes, sorry if they woke you up.” You thank him shyly as he makes his way to the living room, letting his body fall into the couch. 
He lays down on the couch, facing you as he crosses his arms in front of his chest. “No worries, I actually met them on my way here.” He shrugs. 
“Yeonjun, right?” You ask right before the microwave beeps. 
You turn around to take the pizza out when he lets out the loudest laugh you’ve ever heard. “Oh God, No.” He laughs again. 
You are confused at why that’s so funny, quickly becoming curious of the stranger that’s randomly chilling in your new apartment. “Jesus Christ I would hate to be Yeonjun, I’m Soobin.” Just as he presents himself, Beomgyu walks out of his bedroom and greets you both good morning.
 “Lovely Pj’s” He compliments you in an almost sarcastic tone which makes you and Soobin laugh. Beomgyu walks past you and serves two cups of coffee before making his way to Soobin. “Did you finish the orientation form?” He asks his friend before offering him the second cup of coffee, forcing him to sit up to take it.
“Yeah, I left my charger here though. My laptop died before I could print it.” Soobin replies, both of the guys indulging in their coffee as they continue to make small chit chat about uni stuff. 
You eat your pizza standing by the counter, watching the two friends exchange words as you try to guess their career since you never saw them around campus. Hell, you didn’t even see them at any of last year’s parties or study halls!
“You’re also a third year student, right?” Beomgyu asks, snapping you out of your trance and nodding. You bite the pizza as they exchange a confused look between them. 
“How come we’ve never seen each other?” Beomgyu asks again, which confirms they are just as curious and confused as you are. 
“I’m not sure,” you speak with pizza still in your mouth, swallowing before speaking again. “What are you guys studying?” 
“Engineering,” They say at the same time, both of them looking at you as they sip on their coffees. “What about you?” Soobin asks, his eyes scanning you diligently, almost like he’s trying to guess your major based on what you look like.
“Business,” You shrug, both making an ‘ahh’ expression, which explains why you’ve never crossed paths before. 
“Makes sense,” Beomgyu adds before downing his coffee at the same time as you take your last bite of pizza.
You notice Soobin’s eyes glued on you, a big smile on his face as he watches you chew the last bits of the pizza they got you. You grow nervous as he continues to stare, so you avoid eye contact as you look past him and into the window’s view. 
“Okay! I’ll get my stuff, your charger, and then we head to the library?” Beomgyu asks Soobin, who just hums a positive reply as his eyes keep dancing between you and his coffee. 
You are back alone with Soobin, who stands up and grabs both coffee cups, walking to the kitchen with one on each hand. You freeze in place as he makes his way behind you, your backs facing each other as he places both cups on the sink. You swallow nervously as you feel his presence behind you, his arm now stretching in front of you as he picks up your now empty plate and places it on the sink too. 
“Thank you,” you whisper, feeling slightly warmer than you did just a few seconds ago. “And thank you for the boxes again, and the pizza.” You speak in a rushed tone, the nervousness exuding from you which makes him huff teasingly. 
You turn around to find him watching you with his hands inside his hoodie pocket, his lower back resting against the sink. “Anytime,” He says in a whisper, a soft smile appearing on his lips. 
You stare at each other in silence for a while (which felt like an eternity!) before he lets out a sigh, breaking eye contact as he shakes his head, walking back to the living room without a word. 
You are mesmerized by him. He looks so familiar yet so foreign to you, a very particular beauty to him that intrigues you more than you want to admit. 
I hope he’s not a free pass friend, you surprise yourself at the impulsive thought, panicking internally as Beomgyu makes his way back to the living room. 
“Ready bestie?” He asks Soobin, who just nods as he takes his backpack from the floor. You notice how Soobin has a keychain identical to the one Beomgyu gave you, which means Soobin has an extra key. He’s definitely his free pass friend. 
“We’ll see you later, y/n” Beomgyu greets you with a small wave as he makes his way to the front door, Soobin walking right behind him with his eyes still glued to yours. 
You can feel your heart skip a beat when he winks at you, a flirty grin directed at you as he disappears through the door, leaving you hot and bothered.
Oh, you’re so fucked. 
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bangtansocean · 2 years
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Seven Days of Dates [OT7]
𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜; Between a game of truth and dare, you are now dating your seven closest friends for a whole week. All to decide who is the best boyfriend of them all.
⏤𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: y/n x OT7
⏤ Au: [bestfriends!ot7 ]
⏤𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: fluff, smut
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“Get fucked,” Taehyung gasps, “You prefer pistachio over mint chocolate?!” 
“That’s my opinion” Namjoon shrugs before finishing his beer. 
The room is filled with laughter thanks to Taehyung’s dramatics, everyone enjoying the first night of holidays.
“Okay, your turn Tae” Jimin says between laughter while everyone calms down from the small laugh attack.
Playing truth or dare is something you and the guys did every Sunday afternoon. You all gathered together and had some drinks and food while you celebrated another successful week of hard work, it was almost like a ‘family day’ between you and your closest friends. 
Everyone’s work schedule has been packed, meaning you worked for weeks and weekends on ends. However, high season is finally over, and your work has finally given all of you a whole week of vacation. 
“Taehyung, truth or dare?” Jin asks, the slur of his words letting you all know that he had already drunk past his alcohol limit. 
“Dare,” he smirks as he sends a cheeto flying and then catches it with his mouth. 
“I dare you…” Jin hesitates, “to kiss Yoongi on the mouth!” 
The room exploded with laughter once again, everyone giggling. 
Everyone except Yoongi. 
“You guys dare him to do this every sunday!” Yoongi complains, as he scrunches his nose in denial, tired of Tae’s secret agenda to make every single one of the guys like him. 
“Don’t act like you dont enjoy it Yoongi” Hobi laughs as he claps in excitement sitting up on the single couch, waiting patiently to watch the kiss. 
This was indeed, an every week occurrence. The guys love to joke around and have a good time, and Yoongi was always the target of pranks, jokes and dares. 
“One of these days I’m going to dare you to marry me” Tae laughs as he leans forward and pecks his friend on the lips, everyone dying from laughter as Yoongi wipes his lips with his shirt. 
“That’s very illegal, Taehyung,” Yoongi laughs. 
“But Tae, you didn’t even let him hold your hand back in Hawaii!” Namjoon complains, making Tae roll his eyes. 
You take a quick moment to look at your friends, how they are relaxed in their seats with big smiles and squinted eyes thanks to all the alcohol you’ve consumed today. Your eyes linger on Jimin, who is sitting on the floor right across from you,  struggling to breathe as he accidentally choked on his beer thanks to Namjoon’s commentary, Jin patting him on his back trying to help. 
“That was back then, okay? I love my hyung now.”  He pouts. 
“Okay, It's y/n’s turn now!” Jungkook finally speaks after being on his phone selecting the music. “Y/n truth or dare” 
“Oi, it's my turn to ask” Tae bumps his shoulder. “Y/n, truth or dare” he asks again, making you laugh. 
“Uuhh, I’m going to go with…truth!” You smile victoriously, knowing they wanted you to pick a dare. 
“You always pick truth!” Jimin complains, all of them booing you for ruining the mood and being ‘boring’. 
“The game is literally ‘truth OR dare’, you can’t be mad that I chose one of the two options.” You shrug your shoulders before grabbing your cup and taking a sip of the very bitter cocktail hobi made for you. 
“Okay,” Tae shrugs. His sassy self finally coming out after a few drinks. “Between all of us, who is your favorite?” 
You choke on your drink and the room grows quiet. 
“Tae you can’t ask that kind of thing!” Jin scolds him. 
You look around to find seven pairs of eyes staring curiously, lowkey waiting to hear the answer, hoping it's their name that comes out of your mouth. 
“Okay okay, I’ll change my question then.” He sits in silence and thinks for a bit. Taehyung’s eyes brighten, his lips twisting into a mischievous smile once Jimin leans in to whisper something in his ear, both of them nodding and giggling in agreement. 
“Jimin, I could kiss you right now!” Tae screams, taking Jimin by his cheeks and placing a big smooch on his forehead. “Y/n…” he starts. “Who do you think, out of the seven of us, is the best boyfriend?” 
“Oop,” You hear Hoseok exclaim next to you, covering his smile with his hand as they all look around the room, all eyes landing on you at the end. 
You can feel your heart beating louder, scared that the alcohol and the tension will betray you and make your feelings too obvious. 
“None of you. You’re all single,” You laugh nervously, taking the last sip of your drink and slowly placing it on the table in front of you. Trying to look as unbothered and as confident in your words. “You are all great friends though.” 
“Not you friend-zoning us with a game question,” Jungkook whispers against his glass, huffing before taking a sip of the drink.
“Hypothetically speaking though,”  Namjoon begins, “Who do you think would be a better boyfriend?” 
The room grows quiet again, the background music becoming the only sound in the room as they all stare at you with curious expressions. 
“I genuinely don’t know,” You say, sitting on the edge of your chair as you reach out for the juice,“I’ve only seen like… two of you in a relationship” you shrug, pouring the juice into your glass. 
I think that's enough alcohol for the night, you think to yourself. 
“It's not that serious, just answer who you think would be the best!” Jin exclaims with an annoyed tone, clearing his throat as he sits up straight and fixes his hair; getting ready to hear his name. 
“I-don’t-know” You answer with the same tone. “I’d have to date you all to see who is the best boyfriend in my opinion” you joke, taking a sip of the juice as you snuggle back into your seat, hoping they will let the question go and move on with the game. “That’s my answer. Now, it’s Joon’s turn,” you quickly change the subject, and they get the message. Letting the question go to avoid making you uncomfortable. 
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“Okay, last round everyone” Joon slurs between his teeth. The party was slowly dying down as the youngest ones were getting ready to head to the club, while the rest of you were getting ready to call the night over. 
Everyone is now officially past their alcohol limit thanks to Jimin's ‘special shots’.  You can feel your head spinning, the warmth on your cheeks and your tired letting you know it was time to go to bed soon. 
However, you are not the only one in this state. Except for Namjoon, who stopped drinking after his fourth beer, everyone had bloodshot eyes and were struggling to keep a straight face.  
“Y/n, truth or dare.” Yoongi asks this time, almost screaming, having no sense of tone as he sips the last drops from his whiskey.  
You smile at his challenging smirk before mimicking his actions with your glass of water. 
“Dare” You spit out before even thinking about it. Yoongi’s eyebrows shut up in surprise, a loud gasp coming from Jimin and Taehyung before laughing at their synchronicity. 
“Guys this is it!” Jungkook screams, “We need to think of a good dare! We can’t let this moment pass.” 
You laugh at their excitement, all of them whispering to each other as you stand up from your seat and head to the bathroom. 
“I’ll give you some time to think,” You excuse yourself before stumbling your way down Namjoon’s hallway. Once you reach the bathroom, you let out a big sigh, your mind wandering as you struggle to pee. 
You are not sure why you are so nervous about what they could come up to. You know the guys would never dare you to do something dangerous or incredibly stupid, but their imagination is limitless and you are sure the alcohol only intensifies it. 
What if they dare me to bungee jump, or go skydiving?! You panic as you wash your hands, the anxiety starting to sober you up as you make your way back to the living room.
You walk into the room and feel confused, noticing how they are all reacting so differently at your arrival. Some of them are smiling excitedly while whispering to each other, others are deep in thought as they scroll into their phones, and Jungkook is completely zoned out. 
His eyes shift to you as soon as you sit back down, everyone’s attention diverting back to you like they just saw a ghost. You clear your throat and sit yourself straight, trying to look confident and at ease as you look back at Yoongi, waiting for your dare to be announced. 
Yoongi looks into your eyes for a second before smirking, sending chills down your spine in excitement and nervousness. 
“So, we have discussed what to dare you to do,” he begins “and since you have failed to answer Taehyung’s question, we’ve decided to put it to the test and carry on a little… experiment.” He shrugs as he smiles. “We dare you to date us, and by the end of the week, you have to decide who is the best boyfriend.” 
The room is dead quiet once he stops speaking, and you stare back at his nervous smile with your mouth agape. 
“You can’t be serious right now” you laugh, feeling completely sober as you try to assimilate the words that just came out of his mouth. 
“Why wouldn’t he be serious?” Namjoon frowns, his eyes glued to the phone between his hands. 
“I can’t possibly date seven men at once!” You roll your eyes. 
“You’re dating us individually,” Tae adds. “We each get twenty four hours to platonically date you, all you have to do is go on the dates.” he shrugs as he looks at you with curious eyes.
They begin to explain to you how the dare would work, all seven of them quickly agreeing to the challenge since they all wanted to be crowned as the best boyfriend. 
You will be spending twenty-four hours under each guy’s care. They have to take you out on a date and demonstrate the type of boyfriend they would be throughout the day. Once the week is over, you’ll decide who is the best out of the seven. 
You are in utter shock, finding it hard to believe that they all agreed on this, and they all seem excited to demonstrate their boyfriend material skills to their coworker and best friend, you. 
You think about the amazing dates they might come up with, and between the alcohol, your hormones, and their clear excitement to date you (platonically of course), you end up thinking about how it would feel to kiss each one of them, the idea of even sleeping with them making you feel giddy.
You won’t lie, you have thought about it a few times.
Well a lot of times.
It was quite hard not to when you were best friends with seven of the most handsome, talented and attentive men out there. You have developed a small crush with every single one of them platonically, but the idea of having all seven of them for yourself and getting to experience how they treat their significant other makes you feel giddy inside. 
“Fine, I’ll do it.” you sigh defeated. “You each have 24 hours to convince me that you are the best boyfriend, starting tomorrow.  
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a/n: Hellooo! It's been a while! Sorry for going Mia but life has been wild these past months! Hope you enjoy this new piece im working on! I will try to post the first two dates this month!
Happy readings, Ceci x
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bangtansocean · 2 years
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Wrong Right One [JJK]
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"I say we kill her," He presses the gun harder against your skin , making you whine in pain. Your tears start to fall involuntarily as you shake in fear but, your eyes showed little to no fear. In fact, you had no will to even try to fight back, or beg for mercy.
Because did they know, you had no reasons to stay alive until one of the members of the most claimed mafia group accidentally kidnapped you, giving you a second chance to live.
• mafia!Jungkook x reader
• Angst, fluff, smut
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A/n: surprise!! I began this story a while ago but wanted to have a few chapters ready before posting it! So far I’ve only posted two but I intend to advance it throughout the month as much as I can! Hope you guys enjoy it !
I will be posting it on tumblr but only as long chapters (chapters 1-5 on wattpad = one chapter here) so if you prefer to read them faster I recommend you read it on wattpad!)
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bangtansocean · 2 years
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By The Han River - [KNJ]
𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜; Namjoon always loved to sit by the river to read, but his life changed when he saw you sitting across the river...crying.
⏤𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: namjoon x reader
⏤ Au: [strangers to lovers]
⏤𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: fluff
⏤ word count: 3.2k
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.November.
There she is once again.
The slight breeze plays with your hair. You’re scribbling down on an old notebook that lays delicately in your lap, your hand holding a thin pencil that dances around your fingers, your eyes focused on the piece of paper you were working on, frowning everytime the evening sun hits your focused eyes.
Namjoon has never seen something so beautiful in his entire life.
He steals glances everytime he finishes a verse of his book, thinking how he can make every word he reads about you. I’ll bring a less complicated book tomorrow, he tells himself as he sighs, frustrated when he realizes that he was absorbing nothing from the philosophy book in his hands.
Every day for the past week, Namjoon has been sitting by the Han River to read all his favorite books, enjoying the last few weeks of fall before the cruel winter came and made it impossible to go out and enjoy the weather. The first day he came to the park, he sat down on the long bench and looked around before diving into his book, but that’s when he stumbled upon you.
He spotted you sitting right across from him, the quiet stream river putting distance between you. You were drying your tears as you held your phone to your ear, sobbing quietly as you mumbled words he wishes he could have heard.
He couldn’t understand how someone so beautiful could look so broken, so sad. Your tears made him feel like he was experiencing sadness for the first time ever, overwhelmed by the sigh of you.
All he could wonder about was about the reason behind your tears, and if he could somehow, make it better.
You were a complete stranger, and he was certain he has never seen you around in the last six years he has been coming to this park. Were you new in town?
Suddenly, your teary eyes send a sharp ache to his heart when his worried hazel gaze meets yours. Namjoon’s face turns pale and his mouth is dry, scared of moving and possibly making you more upset. You kept staring at him for almost a minute as you kept speaking on the phone. He blinked a couple of times, frozen in place as he focused his eyes on your lips.
I’ll call you later, Namjoon could decipher that last sentence from your lips before you hung up the phone, drying your tears and standing up quickly, walking long steps towards the exit of the park, leaving him with a million questions.
Who are you? Where did you come from?
Why were you so upset?
Why did you leave so suddenly?
Did he scare you?
He kept asking himself all these questions as he biked back home, determined to go back to the park the next morning, but this time his goal wasn’t to read, he was going with the hope to see you again.
And he succeeded.
He’s been able to catch you sitting on the same bench everyday ever since that one cloudy, sad afternoon. He knew that every time the sun tinted the sky with shades of red and blended day and night together, he would be able to find you sitting on the bench until the red and the blue created a beautiful purple sky that for some reason reminded him of you.
You are now looking at him, his stream of thoughts interrupted when he sees your lips curve into a smile. You were smiling at him?! He gathered some courage and waved at you, a half smile appearing on his lips, too nervous to function properly.
Namjoon’s hand slowly reaches the back of his neck, scratching the area, feeling a little embarrassed by his nervousness. He laughs to himself, his dimple flashing its existence to you for the first time ever, making him look up abruptly when he hears an echo of a laugh that sounds an octave higher than his.
You laughed.
Namjoon never dreaded the river as much as he did now, wishing he could stop it from running so he could hear your laugh properly. You finally wave back, lifting your book with an eyebrow lifted, silently asking him what he was supposed to be reading.
He lifts his book clumsily, showing you the cover of his poetry book. Smiling to you as he points at your lap, he wonders what you were working on at that time.
You take your notebook and turn it around to show him your current work, a delicate drawing of the birds that always flew around the park. The drawing half coloured as you were still working on it.
Namjoon shows you a thumbs up paired with a big dimpled smile, approving of your amazing talent as you bow a little. It’s amazing, he mouths before nodding, agreeing with his thoughts.
She’s amazing, he thinks to himself before you return to painting, your hair moving with the wind as he tries to focus back into reading, failing miserably as he finds himself unable to stop admiring your beauty from afar until you leave the park, deciding to return home before the sky gets too dark.
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The next day is sunnier than expected, something Namjoon is thankful for as he bikes to his undesignated bench, arriving with a smile when he sees you sitting in your undesignated bench that’s parallel to his. Your skirt is shorter today, allowing him to admire your beautiful legs from afar as you pet a small dog that is now sitting next to you on the bench while you fan yourself with your notebook, the heat increasing by the minute.
He whistles at you before waving hello from his bike, a smile appearing on your lips as you wave back at him, giggling as he struggles to get off the bike and park it against the bench.
As soon as he is able to balance the bike successfully, you’re both able to hear the sound of the ice cream truck, appearing behind Namjoon in no time as the kids run towards it excitedly to get a cold fresh beverage to ease the unexpected heat.
Namjoon turns around once he hears the ice cream man bell behind him, running to the car and buying himself an ice cream, smiling at you as he sits down with his ice cream in hand.
You frown when you notice the ice cream melting on his hand, not understanding why he wasn’t eating it until someone taps on your shoulder.
A woman who was at the icecream truck next to Namjoon is now handing you a vanilla cone, pointing at namjoon before she bikes away. You turn to look at Namjoon, who is inviting you to try the ice cream. You bow and mouth a thank you before guiding the cold freshener to your lips.
He nods his head and gives you a questioning thumbs up, smiling when you smile back and give him a thumbs up too. He takes a bite of his ice cream and hums pleasantly, a smile on his face as you both enjoy the distant company and the delicious ice cream.
However, the small interaction was cut short when you checked your phone and panicked, leaving the park too soon with the icecream still in your hands.
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The day after that it rained, the cold started to creep in again. He hated the cold, but he decided to walk to the park in hopes of seeing you there. After thinking about it through the whole night, he had decided today was the day he was going to speak to you and ask you out. He was scared that the weather was only getting worse, and he feared you would stop going to the park once it got too cold.
He arrived at the bench and sighed in relief when he saw you there, your eyes closed as you tapped your feet to the music that was blasting on your headphones. You were  snuggling into your scarf, your nose showing to be a shade of red as you enjoyed the small droplets of rain falling on you.
He whistled and waved at you with both hands, successfully calling your attention. He began to signal crazy stuff, pointing at himself and then at you. He then lifted his hand with five fingers up, but you couldn’t quite understand what he was trying to say.
Next thing you know, Namjooon is running in the park towards the bridge, arriving at your bench a little too late.
You had already left.
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The next day Namjoon waits for you in the park, but you never arrive. The weather is starting to get really bad and the small drops falling from the sky become heavy rainfall as he sighs in disappointment.
I lost her.
The rain started pouring violently, but his dried self and the sound of the rain hitting plastic over him made him realize that he wasn’t getting wet anymore, looking up to see a black umbrella over him.
“Hey,” He turns to see the owner of the umbrella, his eyes opening even bigger when he sees you extending your umbrella over him, a shy smile on your face. “ I’m y/n.”
Namjoon mouths agape at the sight of you. Even her name is beautiful. “I’m Namjoon, hi.” He replies with a low and shy tone, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink that makes you giggle.
Both nervous and giggly, you walk around the park under your umbrella as you talk about everything and nothing at all. You laugh together often, both acting like kids who were in love, too infatuated with each other to act serious for even a second.
“Is it okay if I invite you for a coffee? Or a hot chocolate? Or are you more of a tea person?” Namjoon asks, one hand in his pocket and the other holding your umbrella firmly as you botht stroll down the park, enjoying the gloomy scenery.
You giggle at his enthusiasm. “Coffee is fine.”
Once you arrived at the cafe, minutes turned to hours, and the night fell as you both chatted about each other’s lives and whereabouts; the outside world disappearing as you indulged in a sweet cappuccino and a lava cake next to one of the most interesting man you have ever met in your life.
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[New message from Namjoon:] Where are you?
[New message from y/n:] turn around.
Namjoon spins a little too fast the second he reads your message, making you laugh as he stares at you with dazzling eyes. “You look beautiful,” he whispers.
You can feel the head on your cheeks rise, thanking him quietly as he offers his arm for you to walk, intertwining your arms as you walk into the movie theater, your first official date.
You sit with the popcorn between your legs as your palms sweat nervously as the theater goes dark and the movie starts. Is he going to make a move tonight?
You both stopped paying attention to the movie the second the main characters met, the tension between them making the tension between you two increase. You were both waiting for the other to make a move, too nervous to take the initiative.
And then from the corner of your eyes, you see him tap his fingers nervously against his thigh. You stare at his hand for a while, noticing how his tick just increases by the second, growing desperate at the anxious movements.
“You okay?” you whisper to him. His entire frame freezing as your hand lands on his, his cheeks turning red as he looks at you from the corner of his eye with a shy smile.
“Yeah, I’m just a little nervous,” he confesses in a whisper.
The butterflies in your stomach flutter excitedly, smiling as you leaned closer to whisper in his ear. “Why are you nervous?”
He turns to look at you in slow motion, both shaking in nervousness as his face is inches away from yours, his eyes dropping to your lips and back into your eyes rapidly before he swallows dry.
You lick your lips and swallow dry too, unsure on how to proceed now that it is happening.
He leans closer as his hand is now holding yours, your fingers intertwined as he tilts his head to the right, his dimple appearing in front of your eyes as his lips ghost yours.
“You make me nervous,” he whispers as his other hand caresses your cheek, his eyes never leaving your as he waits for your response.
However, his eyes grow bigger when he feels your soft lips against his. A quick but sweet kiss planted on his lips, making him smile before grabbing you by the back of your head and smashing your lips together in a more passionate kiss.
You pull away with smiles on your faces. Your hearts beating a thousand miles per hour, giggling to yourselves every now and then. It happened.
We kissed.
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.December.
It’s been a month since you and Namjoon went on your first date. Things are sailing smoothly for both of you as you continue to spend time together; visiting the Christmas markets and enjoying the joyful feeling of the holidays in the air in each other's company.
You have shared with him that on the first gloomy day when you met in the park, you were crying on the phone as your dad informed you that your grandfather had passed. The funerary expenses made it impossible for you to fly back home for the holidays, leaving you alone in the city for the first time during the holidays.
That is, until you met Namjoon.
You decided to spend Christmas evening together thanks to the big snow storm that made all flights into and out of the city canceled, which meant Namjoon’s parents would not be able to fly in either, leaving you both alone for the holidays.
The cozy one bedroom apartment of Namjoon became your little safe space. Spending the days playing board games, video games, cooking and watching movies as the snow covered the park till it looked blinding white.
Eventually, the relationship grew fonder the day he asked you to stay over the night for the first time, the storm reaching its peak as the roads were blocked by tons of snow, making it impossible for you to make it back to your home safely.
And after that night, Namjoon knew you were the one.
He woke up the morning after the sight of you. Your cheek pressed against his pillow while your mouth was partially open, some drool falling from the corner of your lips as you snored quietly, peacefully resting next to him. His hoodie was keeping you warm, drowning your body in fabric as it was a few sizes too big for you, but he still thought it looked better on you.
The feeling of his warm lips against your skin woke you up, his nose tickling your neck as he continued to kiss every inch of your exposed skin, making his way to your lips where he planted a sweet good morning kiss, both of you smiling at the joy of being together in bed, keeping each other warm both physically and emotionally.
“Good morning beautiful,” his raspy morning voice greeted you.
“Hmm, morning.” you hum back as you snuggle against his chest, his arms wrapping you tightly; getting comfortable to spend the rest of the day watching movies cuddled up against the man you are falling in love with.
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.March.
The sun has been showing up more often. The weather’s warming up as the first day of spring approaches; the flowers are finally blooming. The air is not cold but breezy the day you decide to leave your love cocoon and go for a walk to the park together.
The rest of winter could be summarized in three words:  cuddles, giggles, and love.
You spent the cold days snuggled up in Joon’s apartment, slowly sneaking your way into his life just like you creeped into his heart. None of you expected things to go so fast, but your toothbrush now made his’ company on the little green cup by the bathroom sink; your books resting next to his plants and half of the closet was occupied by your clothes.
Namjoon had asked you to move in not long ago. You remember that evening, New year’s eve, when you both had a little too much champagne in his living room as you watched the live countdown from his tv. You had been staying over for almost a month, your company making him the happiest man in the world as he struggled to let you go back home. He said the bed felt too empty, and the apartment felt too cold without you in it, which is why he decided to officially offer to live together.
At first you hesitated a little, thinking the drink got over his head and he was just blabbing, but you were pleasantly surprised when he brought up his proposal the next day as he ran his fingers through your hair, your naked chest resting against his, your heart's beating nervously as he said that one sentence that changed everything:
I want to build something with you, because genuinely, I don't want a future without you in it.
Your heart almost exploded at his words, crying tears of joy when you happily agreed to move in with him, excited to begin this new chapter of your lives together.
You smile to yourself as you both reach your old bench, sitting down next to each other as the fluffy paws if your puppy rests on your thighs, waiting for you to let him join you in the bench. Joon carries the puppy and places it on your lap, the dog getting comfortable to take his quick daily nap at the park.
You talk about everything and nothing. He tells you about his promotion at the school he works at, becoming the head of the english department.  You discuss the new show you finished watching last night over dinner, Joon laughing at your passionate explanation on why they should’ve killed the main character and save you from the stress of a second season.
You stay in the park until the sky begins to darken, the last rays of sun decorating the sky in beautiful shades of purple and red, letting you know it was time to head back home, excited to try this new pasta recipe your boyfriend got from one of his friends who according to him ‘is one of the best cooks he knows’.
You walk hand in hand back to the apartment, both of you smiling pleasantly as you enjoy the sounds of the river stream. Your heart flutters when you feel him get closer to your ear;
“Thank you for showing up that day at the park, I love you.” he whispers before he plants a quick smooch to your cheek, making you giggle.
“I love you too, Joonie” You reply. A big smile on your face as you proclaim your love for the tenth time today.
Thank God he was there that day, you think to yourself.
You were a big believer in first love stories, but you never thought you'd meet your soulmate sitting across from you by the Han River.
The End.
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Hello lovelies! Hope you guys are well! Here's my first fluff Drabble, I hope you guys like it! I wanted to try a new style of writing, so let me know what you guys think and if I should write these more often! :) Happy Readings, Ceci x
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bangtansocean · 7 months
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Annoucement
September 11th, 2023
Hello guys! I know I promised to post the new chapter right after, but all my stories got deleted from my document files and I was very depressed about it. I will get to writing the chapter again (and the other stories I had planned for you guys) eventually. But just wanted to give you guys an update.
Sorry to keep you guys waiting, and thank you for being here! Read you soon, Ceci x
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