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bluenpjm · 2 months

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CLOUD9 AGENCY ☁ JJK X OC

synopsis. faced with decisions that can change the course of her career, the art director of the cloud9 agency decides it is time to act and reignite the flame she had once lost. and all because of an intern… genre. non-idol au ; slice of life au ; intern!jungkook ◦ fluff ◦ angst ◦ smut pairing. JJK x OC rating. M wordcount. 4.8K warnings. foul words, violent thoughts, sad vibes and life not making sense, drinking, arguing, just a lot of different feelings! a/n. a really really late birthday gift to my #1 supporter of this story. happy late birthday lulu, you're the best! 🥺💛🌻 chapters. 3 — 4 — 5

It hadn’t been the first time someone had disappointed Carolina. It had been, however, the first time she had allowed someone to get too close too quickly. And that was a mistake she wouldn’t be committing again anytime soon. After all, you learn from your mistakes. At least you should.

She storms towards the elevator, her anger seething within her.

Carolina doesn’t care to collect any of her belongings that stay laid in her office—and for the sake of everyone in that entire building, it would be best that her little purple troll with neon green hair would be in the box with her stuff the next day. Horace—the troll—had been her companion throughout the most challenging moments of trite; that, and her camera. Cassandra never bothered to replace the agency’s old one that, for the entire time Carolina had been with Cloud9, had been broken and merely acting as yet another item in her glass office to be left to collect dust.

Already inside the elevator, she faces the crowd for the seconds it takes the doors to close—some people had already started whispering, others dispersed once faced with Cassandra, while the one intern that she cared about didn’t move; her eyes are on him and she doesn’t look away until the doors close. As she begins its descent, she’s met with her reflection in the steel doors. She wants to scream and punch someone. Wholeheartedly, she wouldn’t mind punching both Jungkook and Cassandra straight in the face. “Stupid Jungkook,” she mutters under her breath, hands falling to her hips. “Fuck you and your meaningless empty words.”

Her chest keeps rising and falling as she crouches on the floor, practicing her breathing exercises to calm her racing nerves, as the box keeps on dinging, signaling that she is closer and closer to the ground level.

Stepping out of the tall building that had been her workplace for the last couple of years, Carolina stood on the bustling sidewalk, the busy street teeming with people despite the hour. She hated early meetings. In fact, she hated all sorts of meetings. There was no need to have an entire team stop their days so that they could waste 45 minutes of their busy schedules to speak about something that could easily be an email.

Her work day was managed according to her own will. The team that worked closely with the creative director was used to her being offline in the morning and extremely active during night hours. Her brain became electric after midnight and they had all been able to coordinate a pretty balanced work schedule so they could communicate effectively.

With its modern design, the towering building loomed above her. Car horns, the hurried footsteps, and the chatter of pedestrians created a symphony of urban chaos that served as background noise for the audio message she was recording for her best friends, trying her best to veil her frustration and disappointment as she recounted the situation. She knew she didn’t have to lie; in fact, it only worried her that her friends would jump Cassandra in the street or key her car. It wasn’t like her to openly discuss her feelings. Instead, she made some jokes.

“But yeah—” She pauses briefly, phone momentarily touching her lips. “I’ll be seeing you guys at 8 pm. As usual. Peace out!”

She hits the green button, sending her audio through, before immediately typing a quick message so they don’t rush to listen to her recording. 15 entire minutes of her ranting about her day so early in the morning would definitely alarm them.

Her ride finally arrives and she lets out a sigh of relief as she climbs into the backseat. The added feature of no conversation was a blessing as her mind throbbed with frustration. Leaning back against the comfortable leather seats, Carolina closes her eyes and lets the soothing melodies of the music playing on the radio wash over her. As the car began its journey, the towering buildings of the city gradually faded into the background, replaced by the familiar sights of her own neighborhood. The streets became lined with quaint houses and small local businesses.

From time to time, she would open her eyes, checking that the normal-looking guy who was driving her home didn’t have a little bit of Joe Goldberg in him and took a detour to his secret layer where he would try to murder her. She had been devouring true crime podcasts and it had quickly taken over her mind—whichever situation she found herself in could be the perfect crime scene. Sometimes she even found herself looking for ways to leave clues behind so that the investigative team could find her body.

But as her paranoid mind came to ease, she couldn’t help but appreciate the contrast between the hectic city and the peacefulness of her neighborhood. The cool breeze gently brushed against her face as she peered out of the window, and her home was just around the corner. She longed for a cold shower, a chance to wash away the stress and frustrations that had been weighing on her shoulders.

Successfully arriving home without being kidnapped, Carolina takes the stairs up to the third floor. The elevator in her building had been making weird noises and after getting stuck there twice, she decided not to put her luck to the test any longer. The angels were probably worrying about someone else because she was having one hell of a day.

She feels exhausted and defeated. As she closes the door behind her, one of her shoes is already flying as she swiftly takes it off. The other follows suit. Tossing her keys on top of her bag that had also been thrown to the floor, she moved with automatic precision toward the bathroom.

The soothing sound of running water fills the room as Carolina turns the faucet, letting it pour into the bathtub. The cold shower is replaced by a warm bath that would hopefully serve as a place to unwind and let go of the stress that had accumulated throughout her morning. The day had barely started and she was feeling drained.

Stepping into the warm water, she lets out a sigh of relief as it caresses her skin, the tension in her muscles slowly melting away. But the feeling of betrayal kept lingering in her mind, as she could still vividly picture Jungkook’s doe eyes stuck to the floor, the question of why he hadn’t backed her up as he promised haunting her. Closing her eyes, Carolina submerges herself in the water, wanting nothing more than the world surrounding her to fade away.

By the time Carolina left her bathroom, she was surprised to find her living room dimly lit, washed in tones of orange as the sun had already begun to set. She fetched her phone and wasn't surprised by the thousands of messages her friends had sent her, both on their group but also in the private chat. She was expecting them to explode by the news—that, and that they were going to kill her because of the lack of communication.

Her wrinkly fingers wouldn't allow her to leave a fingerprint behind, making it impossible to unlock her phone. Her attention fell on the time displayed on the screen instead and she knew she had to hurry if she didn't want to be yet again late to their dinner date.

Carolina’s encounter with her friends that evening was based on venting frustrations and only after she had some drinks and shared some laughs, they discussed her situation with Cassandra and Jungkook. As she had expected, the two girls immediately began a plan to make the lives of the two people who were tormenting her friend’s mind a living hell.

As the evening drew to a close, Carolina managed to put her friends in their respective cars, calling one for herself while feeling grateful for them. She knew that with the two she would never be alone in her struggles and that they would always be there for her. But as she arrived home, she couldn’t help but check her phone for any missed messages. Despite still being upset with Jungkook, deep down she craved to have something from him—some sort of explanation for his reaction earlier. Scrolling through her social media, the feelings only grew inside her and she decided it was time to call it a day. Setting her phone down, the silence in her room is deafening and it feels like it’s spinning. She just wanted to close her eyes and forget this day ever happened.

As days turned into weeks, Carolina’s rage faded down.

After quitting her job, her days settled into a monotonous rhythm. Her once bustling schedule was now a simple sequence of actions that played out in the confined space of her house. The path she treaded between her bed, the fridge, and the bathroom would soon start to feel worn, like a well-trodden trail that could be found in the woods.

During the initial days of her newfound routine, Carolina found a peculiar comfort in the limited space, as if the world beyond was too vast and too overwhelming to face. Deep down, she had been craving this alone time; this silence—a relief. The constant ringing of her phone, which had once been a constant reminder of work-related stress, was now replaced by a soothing quietness. For the first time in a while, she was able to breathe in the stillness of her surroundings.

However, a sense of emptiness began to creep into her life. Despite the wanted freedom, an undeniable void had emerged. Her phone became a reminder and creator of chaos in her mind. Whenever it chimed, her heart would skip a beat, anticipation rising in her chest. Her thoughts darted between who could be the culprit behind the sensation of the mini heart attack she suffered with each buzz. Most times, it would be her friends. But those weren’t the calls or messages that she craved; her mind darted to the possibility of it being him.

Jungkook crossed her mind endless times per day. The man who, somehow, had vanished from her life. His absence, although appreciated at first, started to gnaw at her, the frustration and anger that had been her initial response giving way to more complex emotions. She started feeling helpless. The more shows she binged, the more she started to realize that her life, in that moment, was stripped of sense.

Carolina’s thoughts seemed to gravitate towards Jungkook with every passing day. She would catch herself wondering where he was, what he was doing, and whether he was thinking about her as much as she thought of him. And every time, she would end up feeling ridiculous by occupying her mind with someone whom she believed she didn’t mean half as much to.

“So,” At the sound of her friend’s voice, Carolina’s gaze left the blurry images that were displayed on her screen to face the girl sitting on the other end of the couch.

“Oh no…” She sighed, fighting the urge to massage her temples. “what is it this time?”

“How’s that portfolio coming along?” Deo eyed Carolina through her eyebrows as she sipped on the noodles that were fuming from the cup in her hand.

“It’s coming.” The short answer was an easy indicator of the lack of interest regarding the topic. “Ya’ know.”

The friend hummed and Carolina pursed her lips together. Her friends had been bugging her for the past week so that she would get some work done. Deep down, she knew that this was their attempt at making her leave the somewhat depressing state she had allowed her body to grow into. She wasn’t like this—the type to back down; cross her arms while the world revolved and she remained still. She was a force of nature to be reckoned with. And so, it was odd to see her so defeated.

That night, however, after saying goodbye to her friend, she didn’t go to bed. She didn’t slouch on her couch either, as usual, Netflix playing on the screen of the TV with the most recent drama until she either finished it, the sun rose or she fell asleep. Instead, she managed to take all the clothes that laid on her desk’s chair and moved them to her bed, allowing her to sit in front of her laptop for the first time in weeks.

The first couple of times she hit the power button, it wouldn’t turn on, completely drained of power. So, Carolina lost a couple more minutes looking for the charger.

It took some minutes for the machine to reboot and for the screen to make her dark eyes glow. Opening the first drawer of her desk, she fetched an old dotted notebook and started to outline a strategy. In her mind, it wasn’t that clear yet, but Carolina had started to define, step by step, how she was going to get control of her life again and make it incredible.

The visual identity of her very own agency wasn’t done that night. The sun rose and she continued glued to her screen. And after a couple of days, she contacted previous clients, explained her new situation, and offered her services. She planned to start her very own agency, offering her creative mind to those in need. A modern-day superhero, if one could say.

The first couple of months were hard—harder than Carolina had anticipated. Regardless, she was in a good place. After a long day, her mind didn’t wander back to Jungkook; she didn’t think of him at all. He had become a wound that healed—a thought that she managed to wipe completely from her mind.

Someone once said that the most beautiful parts of life were in the small things. Carolina’s small thing lately was the group of people who acted as her employees—some freelancers that she hired to help out on her projects. The group worked weirdly in sync together and they had been a constant in her life in the last weeks.

Lu, a photographer with a keen eye for art and amazing drawing skills, had become a close friend. The other girl in the group was Sarah, a writer who would often pitch in Carolina’s social media strategies. The three girls were walking to the bar after hitting the dance floor of a club for the past thirty minutes.

“Are you official, yet?” Sarah nudged Carolina on her side, head tilting to a table where 5 guys were sitting. The latter’s eyes followed and landed on the one who was trying to vent some air through his black shirt. Jae. Carolina laughed. “Exclusive, then?”

“We’re playing a dangerous game already,” Carolina turned her back to the table, viewing the ludicrous wall of liquor. “Giving it a label will only make it more complicated.”

“Those big round eyes—he looks just like a lost puppy,” Lu’s speech is slurred.

“Getting strays off the streets is more your scene. How’s Lucious?” Carolina joked wittedly, remembering that just last week the girl had sent her a photo of a stray cat that she rescued from the streets. It would be kitty number four now and she was certain that the it’s just temporary—until I find someone to take him talk was a big fat lie.

As the conversation develops between the other two girls, Carolina’s eyes fall on the subject of their previous conversation. If anyone had asked her about him, she would most likely say he's nobody—better yet, a work colleague; someone that she hired now and then to help her out on her gigs. But when her friends asked, it had become quite evident that their little rendezvous after work, which usually resulted in her doing a walk of shame back to her apartment the next morning and ignoring his texts for the next couple of days until work brought them together had become more and more common and Carolina was trying her best so that people wouldn’t notice how he messed with her head and heart. Their eyes meet and Jae gives Carolina a giant smile, which she shyly reciprocates before turning around to face the bar yet again.

People-watching was one of Carolina’s favorite hobbies. Her creative mind would go wild, creating stories according to the faces of the people in her sight, sometimes even roaming into the dialogues they were having. Lucky for her, the area is packed.

A woman, not much older than her—or at least she guessed—playfully twirled her hair between her fingers, a radiant smile on her lips as she talked to a guy next to her. He had the puffiest lips Carolina had seen that night and it was evident by his body language that he hadn’t kissed or been kissed enough that night.

Another man sat not so far away and, in contrast to the people next to him, he was gloomy. Head was swinging up and down as his focus was on catching the attention of the barman to ask him for another drink. That one certainly would have a hard time finding a taxi home. And that is of course if he wouldn’t end up sleeping on one of the benches outside of the club.

The barman that the gloom wanted to attract was busy taking the orders of a young man over the loud noise of the music. The man was leaning his whole body on the counter in a kind of boyish manner, trying his best to speak clearly despite his eyes already appearing somewhat foggy. As he finally finishes, the barman gives him an assertive nod and the man smiles. And suddenly it clicks… that smile. It sends Carolina down a spiral and she has to control the pulsating need that rushes through her body.

“Hey, you’re feeling ok?” Lu rapidly asks but gets no response. “Are you going to throw up?”

Carolina focuses on the man’s movements and sees how he licks his lips as his back hits the counter, attention dispersing to something—or someone—in the crowd. His silhouette was unmistakable amidst the sea of gyrating bodies now that she had found him. Her eyes dart from his profile to the back of his head and it’s like she has laser vision and it’s starting to burn a hole in his head as his hand comes to caress the area. It’s at that moment that their eyes meet for brief seconds.

“I’ll be right back,” Carolina speaks through gritted teeth, not noticing the man taking a double look at her.

“Where are you going?” Sarah’s concern is palpable in her voice as she watches Carolina dart through the crowd.

The pulsating bass of the music reverberated through the dimly lit club, creating a rhythmic throb that seemed to synchronize with Carolina’s racing heartbeat. The air had suddenly become dense with laughter, chatter, and the occasional clink of glasses.

Carolina’s eyes finally meet the man’s surprised ones again. Determination fueled her steps as she pushed through the tightly packed room, navigating the ocean of people that ebbed and flowed around the bar. Each step felt heavy, like a battle against a roaring sea, the tide pushing her back in the shape of warm bodies that added to the suffocating atmosphere. The scent of perfume, sweat, and spilled drinks mingled in the air; it felt nauseating, the surge of emotions of seeing him after so long threatening to spill over.

Her breaths came in shallow gasps as emotions threatened to consume her, and yet, the determination to confront the man she had managed to extinguish from her mind propelled her forward. Carolina stands before him, hands resting on her hips as her eyes lock into his. The world seemed to quiet for a moment, the surrounding chaos fading into the background as she prepared to unleash the torrent of emotions that had simmered within her.

“Carolina, I—” And as her name rolls out of the man’s tongue, she almost crumbles, getting hit by sudden nostalgia. His shaky eyes scan her entirely and she restrains her body from moving. Jungkook is only steps away from her and where she thought hurt would lay, a sense of antipathy is born.

"Cat got your tongue?"

Yet again, they were face to face. Had she been completely honest, Carolina was terrified. Her life was decent—good, even. She was healthy, and happy, and enjoyed what she was doing. She was proud of her projects. She would even wake up some mornings and go for a jog. But encountering Jungkook at the club and being with him in the intoxicating setting such as his car, with all those memories and all those emotions, made her swing back and forth between maintaining her cool and ignoring the feelings that hadn’t been dealt with and, instead, shoved deep down into her core.

“I am sorry.” He paced slightly from the end of the couch he was sitting on to the window. For a few seconds, he stared outside. And then he noticed she hadn’t even blinked. “I am.”

A long sigh escaped Carolina’s puffy lips. She wondered if he was trying to make her believe his words or if he was trying to realize if he meant them. “So you’ve said.”

“I mean it.” Jungkook sat back down on the couch. He stared intensely deep into her eyes, trying to reach the warmth of her soul, sincerity pouring through his, while she gazed at him back, void of emotion. “I really do.”

“Can’t exactly say your word means much.” She reclined back into the armchair. While Jungkook was sitting on her couch, she had decided to take aid in the singleness of her armchair, far enough that he couldn’t reach her. “You say a lot of stuff, but it doesn’t seem to have much meaning.”

Carolina knew that her harsh words and unfiltered sincerity were one of the things that bothered Jungkook. It was probably one of the things that always made him feel like he was walking on eggshells around her. He was the complete opposite. Politically correct, even. His expressions could fail him—although rarely—but he would always say the nice thing, or not say anything at all. Carolina would be truthful if regarding something she was passionate about, even if it meant saying something the other person wouldn’t enjoy.

“I know what I did to you—the way I acted,” Jungkook stopped mid-sentence, almost as if trying to collect his words, afraid that if he said the wrong thing, Carolina would throw him out of the window. She had already pictured that scenario only minutes after he had entered her apartment. “it was wrong, and you deserved better.”

“And yet…” She gesticulates with her hands, emphasizing their position. “here we are.”

He just wasn’t saying the right thing. And if Carolina could be honest, she wasn’t sure there was a right thing to say. Maybe there was nothing that he could say to make up for the heartache she felt. For the humiliation. And seeing him hide his face between his hands as his head hung heavy between his legs, just made her want him gone. And almost as if reading her mind, Jungkook asked “What do you want me to say? I am really really sorry and I haven’t stopped thinking about it and you ever since.”

And that last sentence was like a punch to the gut. “Ya’ know what? I forgive you!” Almost as if Carolina had been suddenly hit with a wave of good spirits, she gets up from her armchair, her tone chipper. “You are forgiven for being an absolute asshole and a liar. I am completely over the fact that you betrayed my confidence.” Her hands fell to her hips and Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed. “So, please, leave. We don’t have anything else to discuss.”

Grabbing him by the arm, Carolina almost hauls Jungkook from his seat. “Wait,” his manifests are in vain though, because only when he enforces his stance she stops. “I think I loved you,” Jungkook’s eyes are glued to the floor. “and that freaked me out.”

“Oh, give me a fucking break.” Arms in the air, Carolina turns to face her wall. She takes a deep breath. “You loved me so you played me and then never spoke to me again. Can’t imagine what kind of father you’d be!”

He ignores her comeback, “I wanted to be with you every second of my day. I wanted to stay until late in the cloud room with you just noticing how the colors made you look more and more beautiful. You were messing with my mind and I was allowing myself to fall for you, even though it wasn’t appropriate.”

Carolina’s hand doesn’t move from the front door’s handle and she has to strain the laugh that threatens to leave her lips. Jungkook’s stance is incredulous as he doesn’t dare to look her in the eye as he professes what seems to be his undying love for the girl.

“You’re different and you’re weird and you have a funky taste and it scares the living shit out of me. You made me feel. When you smiled at me. When you trusted me with assignments…” Completely ignoring the girl’s wishes for his departure, Jungkook sits back on the couch again, this time on the armrest, his body facing her. “And then I get to the office, late as fuck, already freaking out, and see that scene. I was shocked. And when I finally came to my senses, I felt too embarrassed to reach out to you.” He speaks fast and his lisp is noticeable. Carolina sees how truthful his words are, his tongue poking the inside of his mouth as he faces the empty wall. “I was ashamed that I let you go like that, let you go through that situation with everyone looking at you and I didn’t stand my ground immediately like I should have.”

Jungkook stands up and Carolina’s grip on the handle falls. “So, you have every right to hate me. You can even punch me if you’d like if that would make you less hurt…” he walks closer to her, stopping only a couple of inches away, somewhat afraid that she would take on the offer. He gives her a small smile. “although I would prefer you wouldn’t. You look like you have a mean hook.”

She finally lets out a dry laugh, focusing everywhere but on the man in front of her. She’s trying to remain defensive, fighting the urge from her body to give in to his speech, to believe that he’s saying the truth, that maybe—maybe—this time, things can take a different turn. “So… past tense, huh?”

He ignores her sarcasm completely, as if switching roles and him being the serious one. Jungkook wants to take her hand that hangs mindlessly in the air but restrains himself from doing so. He fights the urge to run his hands through her fluffy hair like he had done so the previous night in his car. His brain can still recall how soft it felt on his fingers and how it smelled of lavender. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I know it’s my fault and I just want you to know that I feel like garbage for hurting someone who meant—means—so much to me.”

Carolina purses her lips together, focusing on the dirt that stained the white of his Converse.

“Can we start over? Friends?” Her eyes land on his extended hand and travel all the way up to his face. He’s hopeful and she can’t wait to touch his skin again, so she shakes it. He smiles radiantly as if a little kid who just won the biggest fluffiest teddy bear at a fair. “I’ll text you tomorrow.” Jungkook wants to sound certain but Carolina senses the shakiness in his voice.

“Just don’t spam me.” Carolina rolls her eyes while they finally let go of each other’s hands. Jungkook gives her one last look, providing her with a silent chance to change her mind and as she doesn’t, he nods, pleased, before leaving.

Carolina’s hands fly to her head, fingers massaging her temples as she is dazed by the event she has just lived. She closes her door, back hitting it for support and her focus relies on outside her window, how the sun had already set and the night had taken over instead, the sky painted dark navy blue while some stars shone in the distance.

There’s a knock on her door and she rushes back to open it, reason completely out of her mind, “Jun—” She stops mid-word. “Jae! I was not expecting you.”

“In my defense, I did text you. Not my fault you don’t look at the thing.” As he makes his way inside, chuckling, he gives her a small peck on the cheek. “Brought food.”

“Great!” Before closing the door, Carolina glanced at the empty corridor, trying to shake the weird feeling that left her stomach turning. It doesn’t go away, not even after she ate the ramen Jae brought. And so she takes this sudden unwell state to send him off. The drawers inside her mind were all messy; she had some organizing to do.

[ chapter 5 ]

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socksjinie · 11 months

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ma'am how dare you update without a warning and-AND!!! say that i was rushed and then make me read a masterpiece 😡🤧

yet again, lily strikes again, taken the 1st place of the greatest writer of all time 🫶🏻

omo~ as if~! im far from being the greatest writer of all time,, youre more likely to occupy the spot than i am 🤣💕💕

and i couldnt say much about this one because im still owing you a chapter of wonder 🤧✊🏽

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singguks · 10 months

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are you afraid to fall in love? » i'm afraid of being the only one who falls.

[ they are sent undercover as newlyweds to catch a terrorist, the only problem is that she hates him and he loves to annoy her. ❤️‍🩹 read it here ]

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taesclub · 10 months

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"could you maybe give this to her?"

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rcseluv · 10 months

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“Out of all things, a cup of tea?!” The smile reaches her eyes as he exclaims indignantly. “It’s the only other thing besides you that manages to calm me down.” she says.

﹢ quote & moment from horus academy chapter v [ read here ]

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investigativelewis · 2 years

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💬 — playlist made for the characters of #FightOn! belonging to @singguks [ masterlist ] @socksjinie [ masterlist ] @bluenpjm [ masterlist ]

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narimiese · 2 years

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[ read the story here ‧₊ ☁️⊹. ]

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trojansblr · 2 years

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#FIGHTON! IS BACK? HELL YES!

dear fighton family,

hello from alison, lily and zoë!

as you all know, fighton has been on hiatus for a very long time but we missed it right from the moment we stopped writing it. truth be told, it was a lot of work for us as students, despite being extremely pleasant and fun! we have been talking for days now and it made sense to revamp it! fighton was one of our first stories and we have improved a lot in the last couple of years. considering how dearly everyone had this story and universe in their hearts, we have decided to keep it interactive but with a twist. that being said, trojansblr will stay as an archive, and the interactions will be made solely through the instagram pages of the characters. as for the chapters, they will be posted on our tumblr individual accounts (@bluenpjm @socksjinie @singguks), a chapter per page like we usually do with other collabs!

the igs for interaction are the following:

✱ hope club. jungkook hoseok jimin deo hyori ✱ troublemakers. namjoon jin taehyung yoongi carolina

we hope to have you with us in this newly and improved version of a story we love so much! we promise the drama will be more and the ships will sail!!!

#fighton!!

ps. first chapter going up in 3... 2... 1... !

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bluenpjm · 2 months

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CLOUD9 AGENCY ☁ JJK X OC faced with decisions that can change the course of her career, the art director of the cloud9 agency decides it is time to act and reignite the flame she had once lost. and all because of an intern…

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bluenpjm · 10 months

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bad decisions ; 3 — kth x you x pjm

synopsis. there are people who say that high school is one of the best times of your lives: where you find your first love, where you might lose your virginity, where you get to go to your first party, where you meet your friends for life. all they ask is that you live day after day, decision after decision… you try your best to avoid bad decisions and deal with your emotions at the same time.

genre. high school au + fluff + angst + smut

pairing. taehyung x you x jimin

rating. M

wordcount. 5.7K

warnings. underage drinking, mentions of smoking, abuse of alcohol, foul language, friendship ending, fights, heartbreak, and your good old teenage drama :)

a/n. the biggest shoutout to my bestie @singguks for being kim tae on that last bit cause honestly they are both so scary i wouldn’t be able to do it without her <3 also do you see that new banner, tho? 🤭

chapters. 2 × 3 × 4

The peace didn’t last.

And now, you were starting to regret every life decision you had ever made. Good and bad.

“Fuck, Angie!” You squeal, your hands immediately letting go of her hair as you step away, the vomit in your shoes almost making you slip and fall onto the bathroom floor.

There really was no turning point from where you were now. This was your lowest.

“Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry!” The girl cries and you sigh, frustrated.

“Just… don’t move your head.” You whisper. The music outside makes it almost impossible for the girl now hugging the toilet to hear you, head stuck in the bowel. “You’re a mess and the party barely even started.”

Using all the baby wipes available in the bathroom, you try your best to clean your shoes without mimicking Angie. If there was something you always had difficulty facing was vomiting—especially from other people.

Leaning against the sink, your eyes fall again on the girl on the floor.

“Do you want me to take you home?” You ask but in reality, you hope she says no. You had been expecting this party. Almost as much as the host.

Jimin’s so-expected eighteenth birthday had finally arrived and it turned out that all the beforehand gloating wasn’t as fabricated as everyone expected. Yes, you had come later than you had wanted. The invitation of getting ready with Angie was unexpected but a welcome surprise considering the relentless couple of weeks you’ve been having.

As you stepped into the heart of the party, a surge of emotions washed over you. The vibrant atmosphere enveloped you and you felt an electric energy buzzing in the air. Excitement mixed with a hint of nervous anticipation coursed through your veins, intensifying your senses and making you acutely aware of the pulsating rhythm of the music and the infectious laughter that filled the room.

As you and Angie made your way through the crowd, the irresistible pull of the dance floor proved too strong to resist, your bodies moving in sync with the music, swaying and twirling with carefree abandon. The euphoria of the moment mingled with the laughter and cheers of those around you, creating a whirlwind of joy and liberation, so much so that you end up forgetting your mission of finding either your best friend or the birthday boy.

As drinks flowed freely, the liquid courage emboldened Angie to try new concoctions, her inhibitions melting away with each sip. Laughter spilled from her lips, cheeks flushed with a combination of exhilaration and the warmth of alcohol. The room seemed to spin in a dizzying haze, lights swirling and blurring together. Until the girl couldn’t stand her ground anymore, and you found yourself chaperoning her to the bathroom.

“Nah,” Her hair falls all over her face. “I’m good now.” But as she attempts to get up, you rush to grab her arm, preventing the messy blonde from hitting the toilet with her hip.

“You’re in no condition.” You shake your head, torn between staying with her as a good friend would and going out to enjoy the so much-needed party.

“Naah,” She repeats but this time the syllables are lengthier. Her eyes are fixed on a blank point on the wall.

“Let’s get you some water, yeah?”

With a mix of determination and concern, you end up hoisting Angie up around your neck, holding her tightly by the waist as you venture through the crowded corridor of the second floor of Jimin’s house. The scent of alcohol and traces of smoke fills the air.

“What’s going on in there?” Angie lifts her head that had been hanging as her earing sense doesn’t seem to be dormant like the rest of her body. A baffled moaning is heard through the corridor.

You can’t help but chuckle as you struggle not to lose balance amidst the chaos. “Trust me, Angie, you don’t wanna go in there now.”

Still half-dazed, Angie reluctantly agrees as you continue your journey down the stairs. The sounds of laughter and thumping music grow louder, beckoning you toward the epicenter of the party yet again.

Descending to the first floor is a tricky task but you end up managing to arrive safely without breaking a leg or letting Angie go. Huffing and puffing, you navigate through the throngs of partygoers. Laughter and snippets of conversation surround you as your path is guided by the flickering lights. The kitchen shines like a beacon of respite, a sanctuary amidst the frenzy. You could already imagine the cool touch of water against your lips, offering momentary relief.

Leaving Angie by the kitchen island, you scan the room in search of clean cups. The room buzzes with activity, a vibrant mix of laughter and hushed whispers, punctuated by the aroma of the various drinks opened on the counter. Your eyes end up falling on familiar’s ones.

“Jake!” Making your way through the crowd, you force a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“YN!” He swings his arms up, showing the red cup he had been holding. “It’s just juice.”

“Very responsible,” You pat his shoulder playfully, irony dripping from your voice “You should see your sister.”

Jake’s smile fades slightly, concern filling his eyes as he glances at his sister behind your shoulder. He purses his lips together. “I’ll get her.”

Accompanied by a light drink, you make your way outside to the pool area, seeking a moment of peace from the lively chaos indoors. As you step through the glass door, a refreshing breeze caresses your face. October was almost halfway through and fall hadn’t been the most gentle.

The poolside was a haven of tranquility compared to the energetic atmosphere inside. Softly glowing fairy lights adorned the area, casting a gentle illumination on the water’s surface. Finding an empty lounge chair, you settle into it, savoring the solitude and the chance to collect your thoughts. You take a sip of your drink, the cool liquid soothing your parched throat, as you watch ripples dance across the pool.

The distant laughter and conversations from inside provide a comforting backdrop, as your mind wandered, contemplating the complexity of friendship and the tangled emotions that had been stirring within you. Taehyung quickly comes to your mind and you turn back, facing the party inside, in hopes of spotting him in the crowd.

At that moment, the doors swung open, and the vibrant sounds of the party spilled into the serene pool area, shattering the tranquility. And there he was. Your eyes fall onto Jimin as he steps through the threshold with an air of magnetic charm that makes your heart flutter. Charmingly so, he fixes his hair with his vacant hand as his tongue wets his lips.

Quick to regain your composure, you rise from your seat, adjusting your dress that had ridden up slightly, and with open arms, you welcome the birthday boy, a radiant smile lighting up both of your faces.

“Mochi, happy birthday!” You notice how he cringes at the nickname, scrunching his nose slightly.

“Thank you, YN!” Jimin immediately wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a warm and tight hug, his embrace making your heart skip a beat. One of your hands is quick to grab the hem of your dress. This would be the last time you would wear something of Angie’s.

“I was beginning to think I wasn’t going to see you today.” You chuckle as your other arm falls to your other side, signaling the hug was over. Jimin, however, keeps his hand firmly on the end of your back.

“Had lots of people to speak to—and shots to drink.” He smiles sheepishly. “But I’m glad that you’re here.”

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You chuckle. “The most anticipated party of the school.”

“Just the school?” He snorts. “The God-damned country!”

“Oh, of course!” You agree, shoving him playfully. “Nice game by the way.”

“You know… I actually couldn’t take my eyes off of you. You were distracting me.” Jimin’s shameless flirting leaves you speechless, mouth hanging slightly open as the only reaction you can manage is a laugh.

“Really?”

“Yeah–” His grip on your back intensifies and you have to stop yourself from jumping into the pool, the fresh wind not being enough to refresh your burning cheeks.

“Was that why you missed that pass?” Your defense mechanism kicks in and you laugh directly at his face, noting how he tilts his head slightly.

The conversation is cut short, for your luck. The sound of excited voices nearby erupts in the area. A group of people gathers in a circle, moving the lounge chairs as to gain room, laughing and whispering conspiratorially.

You’re quick to look at Jimin with a mischievous smile as the words spin the bottle catch your ears. “Should we join?”

“Only if you don’t sit next to me,” Jimin states boldly as he watches you go toward the game area.

As the group gathers in a circle, excitement fills the air, accompanied by nervous laughter and playful banter. You find yourself seated across Jimin, as he had said, eyes locking for a fleeting moment. The bottle is placed in the center, ready to decide whose fate will pair together. With each spin, anticipation grows, and Jimin’s heart pounds in his chest.

The bottle spins, its momentum gradually slowing down. Jimin’s eyes remain fixed on it, silently pleading for it to point toward you. But as luck would have it, the bottle lands just an inch away from you, leaving Jimin feeling a mix of disappointment and curiousness as he moves closer to kiss the girl next to you. The group cheers as the birthday boy finally gets some action.

Still numb from what you had just witnessed, you prepare yourself for the next round, and your gaze shifts to the door opening yet again. Excusing yourself, you are quick to get up from the circle, immediately recognizing the wavy hair of the boy that had just stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jean jacket. You approach Taehyung, heart racing with excitement. A smile spreads across your face as he turns around, ready to greet your best friend.

As you draw closer, though, your eyes catch the glimpse of someone by his side. Your steps falter for a split second as you register the presence of a familiar girl, her expression momentarily clouded with surprise. Maddie. Her smile wavers ever so slightly, replaced by a polite and somewhat forced greeting. Taehyung shifts by her side.

Deep inside, a pang of unease stirs and you can’t help but wonder what Taehyung was doing with the girl. But just as quickly it came, it faded, as you get reminded of the last time you had decided to jump to conclusions, you push those thoughts aside.

“What’s up, guys?” The high-pitch tone that your voice comes out in makes you curse mentally.

Jimin’s eyes flicker back and forth between you and Taehyung, as he had to turn his body completely to follow you out of the circle. He observes your interaction from a distance, a part of him yearning to understand the dynamics between the two.

The circle buzzes with excitement as the spinning bottle gradually loses its momentum, the whirling sound fading into a gentle him. Jimin’s attention snaps back to the game just in time to witness the bottle coming to a stop, finally realizing that this could be his long-awaited chance to finally taste your lips.

“YN!” Jimin whines, but before the can even utter another plea for you to return to the game, his words caught in his throat as the girl he had already kissed is quick to go back for more.

One more time, the group erupts and Jimin fakes his disappointment with a smirk. He’s greeted by the sound of his best friend chuckling. The group makes space for the new players, Taehyung sitting right next to the jock. And as you go to sit, you find your seat unexpectedly occupied by Taehyung’s friend. Maddie sits perfectly in the diagonal of Taehyung and you can’t help but chuckle, before finding a space for you to sit in.

The game continues and the tension is palpable. Each time the bottle whizzes past you, your eyes lock with one of the boys. The anticipation lingers, electrifying the atmosphere. However, you’re not fortunate enough to kiss anyone, instead watching with amusement whenever the bottle lands on a pair.

Taehyung, too, experiences a similar fate, except for when the bottle spin with too much force, resulting in a surprising kiss between him and Jimin. Laughter erupts between the group, as the Capricorn that at first had been reluctant, now caressed the knee of his best friend.

“Get a room!”

Of course, fate will always follow its own course and Taehyung’s was quick to change. As the bottle finally comes to a rest, it points directly at Maddie. The boy’s gaze instinctively shifts towards you, seeking a reaction. You, however, let out a laugh, shoulder-shrugging nonchalantly as if to say it’s a game, you idiot! while deep down a flicker of complex debate dances in your eyes.

As Maddie leans in to kiss Taehyung, a hush falls over the circle and the sound of catcalls and teasing fills the air. The onlookers, fueled by the energy of the party, can’t help but revel in the dramatic moment. Some cheer, while others whistle and jeer playfully, enjoying the spectacle of the unexpected kiss. You can’t help but force a smile while your eyes roll instinctively. Deep down, you’re getting eaten alive by jealousy but refuse to let it show. Staying in the game was the mature thing to do, undoubtedly.

As the cheers die down, Taehyung meets your eyes, silently looking for any type of emotion. Diverting your gaze from his, your focus on the bottle that, without wasting too much time, is already spinning again.

“Ah fuck! I’m cursed at this game.” You finally get up from the circle. “I’m going to find myself a drink.”

As you step away from the circle, the protests from your absence become less audible, muffled by the animated ambiance on the other side of the door. Your heart felt heavy by the conflicted emotions that rushed through your mind and you decide to search for solace inside.

Stepping in, you get hit by the thick air with mingling scents of alcohol, sweat, laughter, and music, enveloping you in the pulsating energy of the party. The rhythm of the music seeped through the walls, syncing with the beat of your racing heart as you make your way to the kitchen.

Right by the edge of the kitchen island, you spot the familiar sight of red cups, all messily stacked, ready to be filled with an array of beverages. Their vibrant red color contrasts perfectly against the dimly lit room. You scan the several options at your disposal as the cup is bountifully held in between your teeth. Finally choosing to go with a plain vodka, the liquid swirls within the cup as your pour it half-full.

What you reckon to previously be the dining area of Jimin’s house had now been transformed into a beer pong arena. The clattering of ping pong balls against the plastic cups drums in your ears draws your attention to the game. You rest by the wall, watching the intense game of the four guys you had never seen before.

Your eyes met the gaze of one of the boys, slightly disheveled and clearly tipsy. The odds were not in his favor, especially considering the way his friend had collapsed onto a nearby couch, leaving his teammate all alone.

You can’t help but chuckle as you shake your head at an epic miss and the boy’s eyes sparkle with a mixture of amusement and mischief, as he held another ping-pong ball in his hand, ready to shoot in the place of his friend.

“Wanna play?” He stops with his arm half pushed back.

With a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, you decide to join him, confidently pushing your hair back, as you seize this would be the perfect distraction from your thoughts. “We still got a shot to win this.”

“I’m Jin, by the way.” He shakes his hand but is cut short by the protests of your newly found adversaries.

“Nice to meet you Jin,” Opening your mouth slightly, you jump in your place, feet never leaving the ground as you take your shot. The ball turmoils around the cup, finally drowning in the liquid. “I’m YN.”

Your camaraderie with Jin grows with each thrown ping-pong ball and, although you form an unlikely duo, you find comfort in the temporary connection amidst the chaos of the party. With each missed shot and shared laughter, you begin to feel the weight on your shoulders dissipate.

Weary from the relentless beer pong games, you decide it was time to step away from your throne. After dominating two consecutive games, the alcohol coursing through your veins made your head spin and your stomach churned uncomfortably. Bidding your farewells to Jin with a bright smile, he doesn’t let you leave without inviting you to a fraternity party his frat would be having soon. He comments that you should bring all your friends. The more, the merrier.

As yet again you made your way through the lively crowd, your path intersected with Hoseok, a familiar face from the neighborhood, who had opened up his dance studio after finishing up high school with the help of his parents. Rumour had it that he would often bring girls to the studio after hours for epic make-out sessions.

The pulsating beat of the music reverberated through the air, compelling Hoseok to showcase his jaw-dropping dance skills. A circle had been quick to form around him, entranced by his fluid movements and captivating energy.

Your gaze lingered on Hoseok, his body effortlessly gliding across the dance floor. The vibrant lights and infectious rhythm created an electric atmosphere, infusing the room with a sense of euphoria.

As you couldn’t help to be drawn to the vibrant energy that surrounded him, you raid Jimin’s pantry, your eyes immediately noticing a tantalizing array of cookies neatly arranged on the shelf. The detour was necessary, as you feared that joining Hoseok with an almost empty stomach would make you reach a state similar to Angie’s. With a cookie in hand, you succumb to the magnetic pull of the dance floor. The glee pulsed through your veins as you joined the crowd, surrendering to the infectious beat.

As you twirled and swayed to the music, the intoxicating ambiance of the party involved you, temporarily silencing your worries as the thought of Taehyung and his whereabouts kept on crossing your mind. In that whirlwind of sound and movement, surrounded by familiar faces and the carefree spirit of the night, you found yourself breathing freely.

Get Stüpid by Bülow echoed through the house as the party had reached its peak. The decor was slightly disheveled and you were sure that Jimin’s mom would add a couple of rules for the next rager that her son threw. Despite the party going on for more than a couple of hours now, people were still cheerful chaos to witness.

Amidst the commotion, you find yourself settled comfortably on a couch in Jimin’s living room, your colleagues occupying the nearby seats. With a mixture of exhaustion and contentment, you sink into the cushions, letting your body relax as your feet find comfort on the glass coffee table. The room shone with the colorful party lights casting a soft glow over you.

To your left sat Jimin, radiating his signature charm as once again he commented about the last point of the game that had granted them the victory. He leaned in closer to the public, engaged in the conversation that would occasionally be punctuated by his contagious laughter.

To your right, Taehyung lounged with a relaxed demeanor, his arm casually draped around your shoulder. The warmth of his touch offered a sense of familiarity and comfort amidst the loud and clamorous surroundings. His fingertips playfully traveled up and down your arm, goosebumps forming on your body.

As the night wore on and the party gradually winded down, you felt a comforting weariness slowly seep into your body. The constant buzz of conversations and music seemed to fade into the background, replaced by a gentle lull that rocked you toward the embrace of sleep. As your drowsiness deepened and your eyelids began to flutter, the soft tendrils of sleep began to wrap around you. Just as you were about to succumb to the blissful embrace of slumber, a voice pierced through the haze, calling out Taehyung’s name with an excited urgency.

You jolt, eyes flickering open, as you were momentarily disoriented by the interruption. Jimin clasps your legs on his lap together as Taehyung releases his embrace on you.

“Where is he going?” You begin to rub your eyes before stopping mid-action, remembering that you had mascara on.

“Beer pong,” Jimin says softly. “Were you sleeping at my party?!” His voice shrills and you can’t help but snort at the fake offended look on his face. “Guess I was.”

“Time for a game then,” Jimin’s smirk makes your heart beat faster, the mischief almost dripping from his voice.

As Jimin’s voice rings out, proposing a game of truth or dare, the people sitting on the other couches come alive. The childish game makes people eager to gather around, forming a circle that crackles with anticipation and excitement. The group that formed for the game was rather small, but it made things much more exciting.

“Given it’s my party, I should do the honors,” Jimin proposes. His hand lands on your tight, squeezing it lightly as he scans who his victim will be. “Maddie, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” The girl speaks confidently. Some people watching the game cheer excited. “I’m an open book.”

“Do you have a crush on anyone in this room?” Jimin winks at her as everyone waits for an answer.

She looks around the room and you can’t help to raise an eyebrow at her theatrics. “Considering you have an open floorplan, I do, actually.”

“Oh, so it’s not me?” Jimin pretends to be offended and everyone laughs, some still eyeing the girl

“Shut up,” She giggles at his flirtatious comment. “Now… Lisa! Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

Maddie clasps her hands together, devilishly. She ends up daring the girl to twerk for everybody in the room, which she has to do to the sound of Ed Sheeran. Everyone laughs and it’s the turn of someone else to be faced with the decision. All participants take turns eagerly, revealing amusing truths and partaking in some entertaining dares, igniting laughter and creating unforgettable moments even in the minds of those that are a little bit too tipsy.

As the game continued, the energy in the room escalated, each turn becoming more dramatic than the last. You sit on the edge of the circle, bracing yourself for the next challenge to come. “YN,” You jolt at the sound of your name once again. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” You speak after a momentary pause.

Maddie’s eyebrows shoot up, as she leans forward into the circle, a sly grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Again? We’ve had 3 truths in a row. I dare say that’s a little… boring.” She clicks her tongue, gaining a dry laugh from you.

A collective gasp rippled through the circle, followed by a chorus of playful boos and teasing remarks. You feel your cheeks getting flustered by the sudden spotlight.

With your competitive spirit igniting, you met Maddie’s gaze head-on. After a moment of contemplation, you made up your mind. A mischievous smile spreads across the girl’s lips. “Alright, Madeleine,” you begin, voice dripping with annoyance, “I’ll take the dare.”

The room erupts with cheers and applauses, impressed by your bold choice, laced with the effect of the liquids they had been ingesting all night. You feel your heart pounding in your chest, ready to step out of your comfort zone to wipe the smug smile off the girl’s face.

“I dare you to…” People chip in, whispering giggles into Maddie’s ears of suggestions to make you tap out of the dare. “Skinnydip into the pool.”

“What?” You look around the room as everyone expects some sort of action from you. “It’s freezing outside, I’m not doing that.”

Glaring, Maddie takes a deep breath. “Fine, but then you can’t refuse the other dare.”

“Those are the rules.” You reply dryly.

The brunette looks around the room until the mischief returns to her features, face lighting up. Truthfully, the only thing missing was the light bulb popping up on her head. Flickering, obviously.

“I dare you to make out with Jimin.”

Your heart pounds in your ears, the room suddenly swirling with a mix of cheers, laughter, and excited whispers. The weight of Maddie’s dare hung in the air, and you felt like someone had a hand on your throat, stopping you from breathing properly.

“Excuse me?”

Your gaze shifts to Jimin, still sitting by your side on the couch as his face shows a mix of surprise and curiosity. Unlike you, he wasn’t offended by the dare, seeming more like he had to make a mental note to thank his friend later for the opportunity to finally kiss you.

Of course, making out with Jimin had crossed your mind hundreds of times. He was the hottest guy in the school but he was also Taehyung’s best friend and Taehyung was your best friend. It was a very complicated mess.

“Are you chickening out of this one too?”

Brushing off the surge of nervousness that travelled through your veins, you take a deep breath, chest filled with determination to prove her wrong. Turning to your side, you now face Jimin. Your hands travel to his face and leaning forward, you give him a small peck on the lips. It was so quick, that he barely even had the chance to close his eyes.

“There you go,” You smile, sarcastically.

“Didn’t I say make out? Not even a 5-year-old would be that bad.” Maddie hysterically laughs.

“That was a bit too quick…” Jimin whispers beside you and you feel like you could snap his head out.

“Oh, so you want a scene?” You feel your blood boil, ready to get up from your seat and drag Maddie into the pool so you could watch her drown.

“Of course, girl.”

“Fine.”

Readjusting yourself, you take one last deep breath before brushing Taehyung off of your mind. Trapping Jimin between your legs, you adjust yourself in his lap, moving your head to one side to as to hide your flustered cheeks from the crowd. He’s smiling like a fool and his hands are quick to find a strong grip on your hips. The room erupts with excitement.

“Fuck it,” You whisper, hand resting on his face as you finally close the space between you.

As your lips clash, an electric surge pulses through your entire being. The softness with which you had initiated the kiss was quickly transformed into a fervent hunger, as your mouths melded together. Jimin’s lips pressed firmly against yours.

You felt the warmth of Jimin’s breath mixing with your own, synchronized breaths quickening as the kiss deepened. His lips moved with skill and confidence, exploring the contours of your mouth with an intoxicating mix of tenderness and longing.

As he kept on asking permission, your tongues danced, almost in a tango, an unspoken language of eagerness growing as the seconds passed. Each gentle stroke of his fingers and playful tease sent shivers down your spine, the intensity of the moment causing you to lose yourself in the intoxicating sensation of his lips on yours.

“What the hell is going on here?!” Taehyung’s voice boomed through the room, shattering the moment you and Jimin were intensively emerged in. You hastily pull away from each other, your expressions a mix of surprise and confusion at the sudden abruptness.

Taehyung’s face contorted in a combination of anger and hurt as he mumbled a few incomprehensible words under his breath. His eyes met yours and you could immediately note that they were filled with disappointment and a pain that cut deep.

Without a word, he turned on his heels, storming out of the room.

You are unable to find your voice or move, suddenly feeling all eyes on you as your own filled with tears. The realization of the consequences of your actions sank in, deepening the state of shock your mind was in.

Jimin, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events looks back and forth between Taehyung’s retreating figure and your stunned loss of words. Confusion clouded his expression as he struggled to make sense of the situation. He hesitated for a moment before his brain commanded his legs to move after his best friend, hoping to be able to clarify whatever was going on.

“Hey, wait up!” Jimin sprints after Taehyung, catching him by the pool. Taehyung spots on his tracks, eyes glued to the floor as he’s afraid of whatever might fall from his lips. “What is going on, bro?”

Hands placed on his hips, Taehyung still has his back facing Jimin. He ponders if he should do this now if he should even bother at all, and finally turns away. His eyes quickly shift between Jimin and the people inside the house. “Oh, I don’t know… you tell me!” Sarcasm drips from his voice and Jimin catches himself frowning.

“Tae, are you feeling ok? Did you take something?” Jimin trails lightly and Taehyung’s reaction only adds fuel to the fire, as he laughs at the question.

“Did I take–” He scoffs, “are you really that daft?!”

More and more people gather outside, curious about the commotion that had just begun. Jimin laughs nervously, taking a step closer to his best friend. “I’m starting to feel like I might have done something I shouldn’t.”

“You feel? You feel, is it?” Taehyung raises his eyebrows, tongue wetting his lips as he goes over his emotions. “The worst part is that you don’t even know what it is–” He laughs at his own disgrace, hands resting over his hips.

“The kiss?” Jimin threads carefully, still clueless. “We were playing truth or dare, bro. Like, I know she’s your best friend but–” He chuckles but not because he finds the situation funny.

“You’re supposed to be my best friend.” Taehyung glares. “And you’re so fucking absorbed by yourself that you forgot to do at least an ok job at it.”

“Why are you being a dick?” Jimin looks around the area, offended by the harsh words of his friend.

“You stick your tongue on the girl I like and I’m the dick?!” Taehyung raises his voice, “but I guess we should all make way for the all-year-round birthday boy, right?!”

“What?” Jimin faintly asks, his mind struggling to process all the information he’s receiving.

“Are you two out of your fucking minds?!” You come rushing in from inside the house, finally having snap out of your trance and noticing how things were escalating quickly. “You’re causing a scene.”

Taehyung looks directly into your eyes, his expression boring and numb. “I’m actually zero concerned about other people. Perhaps that’s why I don’t seem to fit.” He shrugs, carefree. “Happy birthday. I’m done here.”

You can’t help but scoff at his attitude. Of course, deep down you were in the right, but his tone didn’t sit well with you, making you raise your voice. “Oh, so what? You get to kiss whoever you please and I can’t?!”

“So now you’re blaming me?” Despite already having turned his back on the two, Taehyung can’t ignore your comment and turns to face you once more. His expression, though, now is an angry one. “I’m not the one who’s not able to make up my mind. I was pretty clear with you.” He pauses, yet again wetting his lips. “And you didn’t seem to bother right then if I kissed someone else or not—You didn’t seem to bother when you were making out with my best friend. So why now?! Why put the blame on me now?”

You find yourself speechless at his outburst. Taehyung never spoke out. He would always let things slide, except for when he reached his limit. And when he did so, he could be scary.

“Ok, I think we should stop before we say something we might regret.” Jimin chips in.

“We already did,” Taehyung states blankly. “But it wasn’t today.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” All the words he had said to you run through your head and you feel your heart beating faster.

Taehyung sighs, fingers rubbing his temples. “It means that I don’t to wait for you and I should have never said so.” He pauses, hand returning to rest on his hips. “I told you I like you, and I mean it still… So, do you like me or not?”

You’re at a loss for words. Your heart pounds heavily and you feel like there’s a lump in your throat. What Taehyung was implying was a lot more than a simple let’s be together or not. It put your whole friendship on the line and you were not yet ready to answer his question. You were being selfish, of course, but despite how hard you tried, not a single word came out.

“That actually says a lot.” Taehyung nods, hurt. “I’ll get going now.”

“Taehyung, wait, let’s talk about this.” Jimin panics, grabbing his best friend by the arm.

“Let go!”

Wanting nothing more than to get out of that environment, Taehyung pushes Jimin away and doesn’t dare to look. Not even when you call for him. Nor when Jimin hits the water and everyone gasps. He wanted nothing more to do you or Jimin.

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park jimin's bad decision

❝ bad decisions ㅡ high school au : ̗̀➛ smut + angst + fluff synopsis. there are people who say that high school is one of the best times of your life: where you find your first love, where you might lose your virginity, where you get to go to your first party, where you meet your friends for life. all they ask is that you live day after day, decision after decision… you try your best to avoid bad decisions and deal with your emotions at the same time.

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“Alright, listen up, team,” Jimin’s coach calls out, his voice soft and at the same time determined. The team gathers around, their attention fixed on the man. Jimin felt a surge of anticipation, eager to know what the figure he often looked up to was about to say.

“You guys have been through thick and thin together,” The coach scanners the faces of his players. “Football is not just a game—it’s about the bonds you forge, the trust you build with your teammates. You’ve experienced victories and defeats together, fought shoulder to shoulder on that field.”

He paused, taking a moment to let his words sink in. Jimin couldn’t help but reflect on his own journey, the countless hours spent practicing, the things and time he had sacrificed along with his teammates. His thoughts were quick to veer toward his best friend, Taehyung, who had always been there for him, both on and off the field.

Jimin looked back, facing the bleachers where Taehyung stood. If he hadn’t been so clueless, he would be there, scrabbling on his notebook as he waited for how long it was necessary to hang out even 5 minutes with his best friend after school.

The coach’s words struck a chord within him, reminding him of the importance of friendship and loyalty.

“So, as we approach the upcoming games, I want you to think about what it truly means to be a team. To be there for one another, to lift each other up when the weight of the world feels heavy.”

Jimin bites his lips nervously. The unspoken words and unresolved tension between Taehyung linger in his mind. It had been a week now since his party, and it had also been a week since he last spoke with his friend. He realized it was time to mend what had been broken.

As the coach concluded his speech, Jimin felt a renewed sense of determination. He knew that true friendship was a precious gift, one that deserved to be cherished and nurtured. With tenancy in his heart, he made a silent promise to visit Taehyung’s house after practice, to bridge the gap that had grown between them and reaffirm the unbreakable bond they had formed.

He was going to get his best friend back.

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kim taehyung’s bad decision

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Taehyung stares blankly at the sheet of paper filled with soft blue lines on his table. His fingers rotate his number two pencil as he frustratedly ponders over the question his teacher had just announced as the topic of this class essay.

Around him, his classmates are in a similar situation. The question written on the blackboard reads What’s your most recent bad decision? Taehyung finds himself grappling with the choice of topic. He knew he should write something lighthearted, something safe and relatable like forgetting to study for a test, but deep down in his heart, he yearns to pour out his true emotions onto the piece of paper.

With a sigh, he began writing the title of his essay, A Bad Decision I Made, not too creative, but it would suffice for the time being. Slowly but steadily, he begins writing, stark and truthful. Taehyung chuckles to himself, knowing that his decision of the night before would perfectly fit the bill. He had spent three hours mindlessly scrolling through TikTok, completely losing track of time and, in the process, not doing an important essay for his literature class. It was a classic case of procrastination that his teacher would devour with delight.

As he delved deeper into his essay, Taehyung found himself contemplating the real reason behind his procrastination. It wasn’t just about wasting time on social media—it was a way for him to distract himself from the pain and confusion he had been feeling for the past couple of days. Truthfully, he wanted to write about how heartbroken he was, about how you didn’t reciprocate his feelings.

Of course, sharing such vulnerability with his teacher and classmates made him hesitate. It was too personal, too raw to expose in a classroom setting, filled with people that would devour his pain. Instead, Taehyung decided to weave his emotions into his art, finding solace in painting. The strokes of color on the canvas became his medium for expressing the depth of his heartache.

In his essay, Taehyung paints a clear picture of your typical teenage mistake, highlighting his struggle with procrastination and the allure of the app’s endless distractions. He wrote about the consequences of his actions and the importance of time management. It was a relatable tale that his classmates would connect with, but that concealed his deeper emotions.

The decision of staying on TikTok for hours wasn’t a mistake. Not recognizing this action as a bad decision while knowing perfectly that today—and tomorrow, and the day after that—I’ll be repeating the act, would consider me an insane person. Everyone makes mistakes and everyone makes bad decisions but, considering I’m not insane, bad decisions don’t deserve to get second chances.

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she said no! ﹡ ksj x you

synopsis. the last 9 years with Seokjin have been nothing but a rollercoaster full of happiness and love and you can’t help but wonder how much your life will change on your anniversary. genre. slice of life au ◦ angst pairing. KSJ x YN wordcount. 1000 warnings. relationships can be complicated, i suppose

Tonight was a big night. And although it wasn’t your style at all, you had taken forever to get ready. Taking one last glance in the mirror, you could see yourself glowing in the silky red dress you had bought specially for the occasion. The vibrant colors hugged your curves with grace and you smiled sheepishly at your reflection, Seokjin popping right into your head.

The smooth fabric cascaded down to your knees, accentuating your every movement and your wavy hair had been styled in loose waves that added a touch of effortless allure to your appearance. The golden earring that had been a cherished gift from Jin on your first Valentine’s Day dangled delicately from your ears.

Your phone rang, signaling that he had arrived and, swiftly grabbing your purse, you excitedly exited your apartment. You slammed the door confidently, knowing that you’d have to deal with the mess your bathroom had been left with only tomorrow morning.

“Wow,” Seokjin leans forward in his seat, kissing your cheek gently. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” You couldn’t wipe the smile plastered on your face, so big that it made your cheeks hurt.

The restaurant exuded an air of elegance and sophistication, its lavish decor and tasteful ambiance setting the stage for a memorable evening. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a soft, warm glow upon the finely polished tables adorned with fresh flowers. The walls, replenished with framed artwork, added a touch of refinement to your surroundings.

You sat by the window, your table offering a breathtaking view of the city outside. As the evening sky darkened, the streetlights below came to life, their golden hues dancing in harmony with the stars above. The cityscape twinkled with life, creating a magical backdrop for your 9th-anniversary celebration.

The soft music playing in the background and the gentle hum of conversation added to the enchanting ambiance, creating an intimate space for couples to bask in the warmth of their love. Looking around you, you couldn’t help but wonder if this was the night Seokjin was finally going to propose.

With each course, you lavished upon your favorite dishes, greatly accompanied by laughter and shared memories of all your years together. Of course, so did your hopes grow, the expectations soaring to unimaginable heights. But as the desserts rolled in, you felt your heart withered, as Jin made no move to reach for a ring or drop to one knee, a wave of disappointment washing over you.

Silent tears welled up in your eyes, barely concealed behind a strained smile. It had been something that had popped into your head constantly, the beginning of your forever, especially now that you both found yourselves in such good places in your life.

Sensing your sadness, Jin’s eyebrows furrowed, his eyes searching for answers. “What’s wrong, YN? You seem upset,” He probed gently, his voice laced with concern.

Trying to fight back the tears, you struggle to show him a strong smile to conceal your lie “Nothing,” You clear your throat, “I’m just feeling tired.”

Jin’s voice softened as he reached for your hand across the table, “Are you sure?”

You sigh as one tear rolls down your face and your eyes met his worried ones, “I… I just thought tonight would be the night, you know?” He tilts his head, confused. “The night you’d ask me to marry you.”

He’s somewhat taken about by your statement, the retreatment of his hand making your heartache. “I thought we were happy just the way we are.”

“And we are, but—” Your voice trembles as you retorted.

An uncomfortable silence hangs in the air, the weight of your differing viewpoints heavy on your hearts. Over all these years, you had discussed spending your life together, moving in, getting a dog over a cat or even kids, but you were never specific on marriage, assuming you had been on the same page; that one thing involved the other.

Jin leaned back, his eyes searching for your face again, “YN, I love you more than words can express. And I want to be with you, to live the rest of my life with you by my side, but we don’t need a piece of paper to validate our love, or even to make it real… right?”

At the lack of response from you, his voice softens, reaching for your hand across the table, “We can still have a beautiful future together, YN.”

With a heavy sigh, you struggle to find the words, finding yourself in inner turmoil. He was right, of course; you had been happy for all these years, but marriage had been something you anticipated, something to bring your relationship to the next; to prove your love was real and strong.

“I just need some time,”

With an apologetic look in your eyes, you get up from the table, leaving a speechless Seokjin and an untouched desert behind. You ignore his voice as he calls your name from the table and, as you enter the taxi, your heartache and disappointment become too heavy to bear. The passing city lights become blurred as you travel home, your emotions threatening to consume you.

Seokjin is left speechless, cheeks flustered as he keeps on replaying your escape in his mind. He’s quick to ask the waiter for the check, finding comfort in the emptiness of his car where the prying eyes of the nearby tables could no longer find him.

He drives home, and similar to the mess you’ve left your bathroom in, he finds his living room—rose petals on the floor as they lead to the center table, where laid his surprise—a key to his home beautifully wrapped as he had been preparing to ask you to come to live with him.

He laughs drily at the situation, heartbreak tugging into his heart as he can’t shake the feeling of how disappointed you’d be once you opened the little box and saw a key, instead of a ring inside.

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