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springalwayscomes · 7 months
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Closer: Too Close (Teaser)
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Closer (Teaser) Closer Masterlist
Read Closer: Too Close (I) here
Read Closer: Too Close (II) here
Plot: To have each other close is something that you both always wanted, in a way or another. It’s just that… closer may be too close for you to handle.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Domestic, Humor, Friends to Lovers
Wordcount: 47.5k
Author’s Note: Hello! Here is the little surprise I told you about! Since Closer received a lot of love I decided to write more about these two, I hope you’ll like this💜 It will come out on Jungkook’s birthday, consider it a little gift!
If you want to be tagged in my taglist to read this work when it will come out and my others please let me know under this post or here! Also, asks and messages are always welcome, I would like to speak with you all from time to time!💜
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You see his mouth open, eyes big and eyebrows cocked in a shocked expression, Namjoon’s word echoes if in his ears. Now, they definitely feel venomous.
You’re still his best friend.
«Wha- what? What happened?» you quiver.
Taehyung peeks over your shoulder, eyes glued to Jungkook’s face. Jimin and Eunji in front of you stare at the scene with their knowing expressions but they clearly don’t understand what’s happening cause no one knows the full version of the story. And Jungkook suddenly feels his stomach close up and his breath stuck as he looks at you.
«You- why… I can’t do this,» he shakes his head and brings his hands to his lap «I’m going out for a minute»
His chair chimes strident as he slides it backwards, and a second later he’s walking towards the door of the restaurant with his hands by his sides and everyone looking at him. You don’t seem to remember how to breathe for a bunch of seconds.
What happened? What-
«Oh, fuck» Jimin brings his hands on his hair, tugging at them nervously. Eunji gulps down her food, eyes on the empty spot beside you, Taehyung looks over at the door, Namjoon breathes in nervously and Jin and Hana look each other with eyes that seem to communicate words that you don’t grasp simply because you aren’t looking anywhere but at Jungkook’s dish, his chopsticks laid on the brims.
Yoongi clears his throat, looks over at her girlfriend, Hoseok peeks at you and a second later you’re storming out of the restaurant with their eyes on you and yours already trying to see Jungkook from the glass of the door.
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fruitmins · 4 months
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Agust Dad—Eight
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➭ summary: Your a producer from another company that he happened to be collaborating with on his 2nd album D-2. At the release party— one drunk action leads to another, you do the worst thing you can do in the industry
➭genre: short series, pregnancy au, idol au, angst, dad au
➭warnings: fluff but then not fluff.., they cannot catch a break fr, rushed to edit this so might have mistakes
<next part>
note: i did NOT forget about this book believe it or not.. my parents have been on my ass about school and getting into a college. plus the motivation to write was just not there?? but i like this chapter and it’s a bit longer so enjoy (finally)🫶🏾 taglist is gonna be closed tho, sorry
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You step out of the hospital, feeling the cool breeze on your face for the first time in days.
You stop before getting into Yoongi’s personal car, taking in the world around you after days of spending time cooped up inside.
You take a deep breath, breathing in the fresh air. The whole experience these past few days has been exhausting, both physically and mentally but you're happy to finally be able to leave, and even more happy that you and the baby are both healthy and okay. You're looking forward to going back home, seeing the others, and just getting some well-needed rest.
And the best part of it all..
Yoongi is by your side. Every second you were in the hospital he was there and refused to go anywhere that wasn’t the toilet. It was heart warming, and it made you look at him even more differently. You didn’t want to say you were falling for his caring gestures and kind admiring eyes, but it was starting to get alarmingly similar. Even if he was showing concern it still made your heart flutter slightly.
And you put all the blame for your confusing feelings on him.
Even as he held your hand and guided you to his car and out of the private hospital you felt your hands starting to sweat as you pushed back any thoughts about gushing over it.
You managed to hold in enough sweat for him not to tease you about it before he lets go to open the passenger door for you.
Yoongi doesn’t take his time to start driving and head home. He can tell how tired you are from everything, glancing at you every once in a while as he tries to keep his eyes on the road.
"How are you feeling, Y/N?" he finally asks softly. You nod slightly, feeling relieved that the pregnancy is fine.
"Good," he nods, smiling gently. As if he can understand you without you even speaking. Sometimes you wonder if co parenting will be that easy. "Let's get home so you can rest properly."
You lay your head back against the head restraint as he drove them back to his spare home.
You look over at him, pausing and thinking carefully before opening your mouth to say something. You’re nervous to talk to him, but you quickly shake away your thoughts and tell yourself to act like an adult and not a school girl.
“Thank for being here, Yoongs. You could have flew the moment you found out you got a random woman pregnant..but you didn’t.” You say in a soft quiet voice. You needed to be an adult and give him his props. After everything that has happened he hadn’t once shied away.
Yoongi flinches slightly at your words, seemingly unprepared to hear them but he lets out a soft chuckle at the nickname, something you were starting to pick up from Harin.
"No, I couldn't leave you," he says quietly, his eyes fluttering. "That... wasn't an option." He states. You’re confused on what he meant by that, and almost ask him to elaborate but think it’s better for your feelings and sanity if you just left it there.
He looks at you for a moment, his expression turning to a small smile. "I'm glad I could be here to support you."
He gives a small sigh, looking towards the road, the sunlight shining through the windshield. He looks like he wants to say more but holds it back. "You should get some rest." he says softly after a while of comfortable silence, his voice gentle.
“Okay.” You say with a small smile, turning your head away from him you tired to get as comfortable as you could in the car.
Your head slowly starts to droop forward and you begin to doze off. It doesn’t help that he is driving extra slow and extra careful, some soft music (of course BTS) playing on a low volume that sends you to sleep.
"Y/N... wake up..." you hear Yoongi's voice, and you open your eyes. You're suddenly back (to his) home and Yoongi is gently shaking you awake.
Yoongi lets out a soft chuckle as he notices your sleepy expression. “That probably felt like three minutes but I promise you it was at least fifteen. I even went around in circles to buy time.”
“Oh, thanks..” you say with a weak chuckle and a small yawn as you slowly unbuckle my seatbelt and exit the car and slowly enter the house with him.
“Surprise!”
You flinch in shock and surprise when the first thing you hear once you open the door are screaming voices. Your eyes are wide as you come back to life and analyze the situation in front of you.
There’s the rest of the members and Harin stood in the living room. You feel tired, both physically and mentally, but you're happy to see the banner, the decorations, and the cake.
Yoongi who is next you let out a soft chuckle, “Guys you didn’t have to.” Yoongi says, shaking his head in slight disbelief as Harin speed walks up to you to give you a tight hug.
You can already feel yourself getting emotional, but Harin’s hug just adds salt to the wound. “Girl, why aren’t you on your honeymoon?” You ask with a small chuckle, trying to hold back your hormonal emotions.
“Like I could relax while you were in the hospital.” She rolls her eyes at you and you just hug her tighter. “Jin felt the same way..” she adds, rubbing your back for comfort but her statement just makes you more emotional. Of course Jin would feel guilty about it.
It felt like for the first time in a while, you felt like you were liked, maybe even loved. You felt like you fit in with the boys and Harin, despite the awkward situation and how you met them. They didn’t judge you, and they genuinely cared about you.
Someway, somehow, despite all the chaos you just went through. You felt at peace.
After a few hours, they leave, and you're left to clean up the mess they made. You’re not mad at it though. It was nice chatting and eating with the group after being in the hospital for days. It was a nice distraction, and your only distraction since Yoongi still has your phone. Even though it could be seen as controlling, you know he’s just protecting you from the media. You feel crazy for gushing about the fact that he held your phone.
You take a deep breath and start to pick up, your hands moving automatically as you focus on the cleaning. You’re exhausted, your moves slow and sluggish. And Yoongi seemed to notice from the kitchen as he washed a couple dishes.
"Y/N..." he says gently, setting down the dishes and moving over to you. He gently takes the broom out of your hand and places it back where he found it.
"Sit down, I'll take care of it." he says softly. "You're obviously very tired.” He says and you’re about to object and reach for the broom but he holds out his hand and stops you.
Yoongi pauses, watching you for a few moments before he walks up behind you and takes the broom from your hands. "It'll be faster if I do this," he replies gently.
"It’s my house, Y/N.” Yoongi says softly with a small chuckle. Yoongi looks at you sympathetically, and you realize how exhausted you are.
“Alright, fair point..” you mumble, giving him one last look and he gives you a small reassuring nod. “Goodnight.” You say to him and responds back as you go to the master bedroom.
You gently close the door and pick out a change of clothes before settling down in the bed. Your muscles relax against the softness, letting out a breath as you immediately start to drift off to sleep.
You don’t know what time it is when you wake up, but you know it has to be late at night because when you open your eyes your met with nothing but darkness and silence.
You get up to use the bathroom, your blatter getting the best of you as you waddle to the restroom.
You don’t notice the slight vibrations as you pass the living room the first time, but you do the second time when you exist the bathroom. There’s the sound of soft buzzing and a quiet ringtone in the silence. It takes you a few minutes before you fully process that the ringing is coming from the living room. Then you realize it’s your ringtone from your phone. The phone you hadn’t seen in days.
You get a dreadful feeling in your stomach as you make your way to the living room. The last time you checked your phone this late, you ended up in the hospital. But still, you slowly move to the living room.
It's dark, but you see the outline of Yoongi on the couch. After a moment you notice that there's a thin blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a pillow beneath his head.
You slowly approach him, trying not to wake up. He looked so peaceful as he slept. You smile softly at the sight. You couldn’t imagine what this was doing to him and his career. You almost felt sorry for him..
You snap out of your daze as you hear the buzzing again, turning to see your phone on the floor charging a couple steps away from the couch.
You step to your phone, taking it off the charger and tiptoeing out of the living room so you didn’t wake Yoongi. He looked like he needed the sleep.
You squint from the bright screen, not really looking at the caller ID before answering.
“Hello? Y/N?”
A voice answers before you can even greet them. The oddly familiar voice makes you physically flinch, a whole new wave of emotions and memories washing over you.
“Mom?”
You hadn’t heard the voice in a year, but you know good and well that it’s hers. You remember the way she picked up the phone and immediately started talking, asking, demanding for money. That’s the only reason she would ever call, until you finally had enough and told her to stop.
So why was she calling? Especially at this time of night?
You get a terrible feeling, your breathing getting slightly heavier as you speak into the phone. “W-Why are you calling this late? Why are you calling at all?” You question, the sleepiness almost entirely gone.
Your mother clears her throat, her annoyed and stressed tone coming through the phone.
"Y/N, you haven't picked up any of my calls or texts for the past few days," she says firmly, her voice filled with a bit of anger that you remember all to well.
"I was worried sick, thinking you had gotten hurt or worse!" your mother continues, her words quick and clipped. You immediately know it’s a lie, because she had never cared about you before. Your whole childhood she’d flip from being the most loving parent in the world to wanted your head dead on a stick. But she was the only parent you had, so you stuck with her until you moved out.
"Especially since everyone on the internet is saying that you’re pregnant with some idols baby.” she adds.
There’s a long pause.
The crickets outside fill the silence as you take a minute to think.
“Mom..how do you know that?” You ask slowly and carefully your heart slipping a beat as you think back to that terrible night. The last thing you can remember are people seeing some of your face in the video. They couldn’t have learned your identity. And if they did, why didn’t Yoongi tell you the second you woke up in the hospital?
“Hunny, everyone knows you’re pregnant,” your mother continues, her voice still filled with annoyance. “It’s trending right now on the internet, and everyone knows who you are.”
You can almost hear the smile in her voice, the way your mother always gets smug when she’s right. “...Y/N, I’m disappointed that you couldn’t tell me as soon as you found out.”
She sounds almost disappointed, like she feels betrayed by you in some way. But your to frozen in shock and fear to yell at her. Of course she would break no contract and call. She found out you were in ‘relations’ with a millionaire. Money.
Your phone shakes in your hand in fear. This whole time you were trying to keep it private, to have a normal life despite everything. And it’s all coming crashing down. You realize that your phone wasn’t just vibrating because of the call,
It was because you were getting hundreds of texts and inbox messages. Even as you shook your phone was going off, notifications from every social app you owned.
“I-I gotta go.” You say, going to twitter, only to see that your mom was right. As much as you hated to think that.
You look at the Twitter feed, your heart sinking as you see all of the pictures floating around. Your full name, your pictures, where you go to school... it's all there. For at least 24 hours.
You don’t know how, but people managed to use the clip and used face recognition to find out who you were. What was worse was that old coworkers and classmates were also speaking up and saying it was you. Your full government name was on the internet. They managed to find out where you went to school more hidden pictures of you on the internet.
You feel a tear roll down your face as you try to contain your emotions. It feels like the end of the world.
And what makes it even worse is that Yoongi didn’t tell you.
Yoongi knew, and he didn't tell you. He kept this secret from you. A secret you needed to know.
Your mother's voice filters through the phone in your hand. "Go? Why?"
"Mom, I have to go," you say again in a whisper, your voice choked up with tears. "Don't call here anymore." You don’t give her time to respond before hanging up.
You can feel your breath quickening as you try to make sense of everything that's happening.
You start to shake, your heart pounding against your chest as you struggle to stay calm but it’s difficult when you believe that your life is ruined.
You stare at your phone, trying to ignore the millions of notifications coming through. You don't know where to begin. You don’t know what to do.
Your steps are heavy as you move back to the living room, staring at Yoongi who was still asleep on the couch.
He knew the entire time. They all knew. And they welcomes you back with a party and cake. They made it seem like nothing was wrong and kept you in the dark.
Staring at his peaceful face, you no longer felt sorry. You felt betrayed.
One of your tears drop onto his face, causing his eyes to flutter before slowly opening. "Y/N..." Yoongi stirs when he sees you lingering over them.
He blinks a few times, still half-asleep as he groggily turns his head around and looks at you. He slowly sits up on the couch, rubbing his eyes and wiping away the tear on his cheek.
He realizes your the source of the tear, his expression forming into one of concern. "Y/N, you okay? Did something happen?" he asks quickly.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” You speak in a whisper, looking at him with my own glossy sad eyes.
“People found out who I was, a-and you didn’t tell me.” You try your best to sound strong but you can’t, mentally and physically.
Yoongi looks at you with small shock and confusion before his eyes shift to the buzzing phone in your hand.
"Y/N," he says, his tone filled with concern as he hears the shakiness in your voice but it’s clear he is trying to hold himself back from freaking out himself.
He pauses for a moment, seemingly not knowing what to say. "I was going to tell you." he says softly but that just makes you even more pissed.
“I was going to tell you,” he says again, more firmly and confidently. “But I didn’t want to overwhelm you and there wasn’t a good time.”
“There was never going to be a good time. That’s not an excuse. You should have told me!” You say, your voice rising slightly but it’s clear that you’re broken by the tone.
“Y/N, you just got out of the hospital. I wasn’t going to spring that up on you.” He says firmly but with a worried expression.
“I-I don’t need you to look after me. Not when your the reason for this mess.” You say, the words even sounding harsh to you the second they left your mouth.
Yoongi flinches, his expressions turning to shock as you say your words and you almost feel bad.
"Y/N... it's not like that," he says softly. "Please, don't say that.” He looks like he's about to say more, but you cut him off before he can.
“I-I think you should go home.” You say with a swallow, even though it’s pitch black outside. Nevermind it’s his house.
Yoongi’s eyes widen at your words, taken aback by them as he stands up from the couch. “Y/N, don’t be like that..” he says with a low tone, almost pleading.
He takes a few steps towards you, trying to get close enough to you to talk to you properly. “I had a reason, I promise and I want to be here for you. I'm not going to leave you alone... not when you need me the most." he says, the sincerity in his voice clear.
“You don’t know what I need because you don’t know me.” You say quickly and sharply, your breathing heavy. “Because despite the lies you told to the media you haven’t known me for years and we didn’t fall in love.”
There’s a long uncomfortable silence in the air as the two of you share your own looks of hurt.
“J-Just leave..” You mumble, looking away from him as you wipe your tears.
He's silent for a few moments in the wake of your words. He knows you’re right, and he knows that you probably need space.
"I suppose you're right," he whispers taking a small step back.
His eyes fill with regret and guilt as he stands up, turning towards the door. "I'm so sorry, Y/N."
With that, the door closes behind him, leaving you alone in the quiet house.
It’s silent as you try to get your feelings and thoughts under control. Your phone vibrates again in your phone and without even thinking, you chuck it at the wall.
Your phone breaks into pieces and you sit down on the living room floor, just looking at them as your heart slowly breaks with it.
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yoongsisbae · 2 years
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BTS (as kisses)
Because I'm feeling sentimental xoxo
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Namjoon is a running leap. Checking your watch five minutes before midnight on New Year’s Eve. You find out he's just finished work, so you run. You leave the party, you leave the comfort of knowing you had a guarantee, and take a chance on him instead. You find each other on the street, because he’s running too, two minutes before midnight, and you leap into his strong arms. And as midnight comes, as the fireworks start, he lifts you off your feet, he hugs you in his arms. You don't part lips even after the cheers die down. Two smiles, two noses touching, two promises of I love you.
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Seokjin is a quiet good morning kiss. A series of soft pecks, a warm bed where sunlight hides behind the blinds, soft sheets and soft skin. You don’t need to open your eyes or brush your teeth or want for anything more than his sleepy embrace, his gruff voice, his longing lips. You melt into each other until you don't know how you ever were whole without him. An endless tangle of limbs and love, the rhythm of his heart reminding you of the fleeting moments. How much you loved this moment, how much you loved him.
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Yoongi is a kiss that speaks volumes in the silence of your voices. You spoke through your eyes, his hand caressing your jaw wrote love letters across your skin, your fingers intertwined on a lazy Sunday evening told you he would grow old together with you like this. Lips that did not need to speak his undying love, only show you, with a look that demands your heart to listen. A purposeful kiss that screams from the rooftops his love for you before you fall back asleep on his couch, quietly as your chests rise and fall.
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Hoseok is a kiss that quiets everything around you. His kiss is seeing the first snow of winter and running to catch the flakes on your tongue, a contagious laughter that won't stop, his icy hands holding your frost bitten cheeks, stirring warmth inside you. Your eyes meeting as the laughter turns into quiet reverence. His breath in clouds, his smile the most beautiful thing you never want to forget and the deepest kiss that could surely melt snow.
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Jimin is all tongue, all passion, all heat, all fire, all love. A kiss that doesn't end, yet a kiss that leaves you wanting more. A needy, desperate performance of how much you love each other, want each other. His hands exploring all the places of your body he adores, his lips swallowing your desire for him. A dance of lovers, a poem written on your tongues, a song sung through desperate needy cries. His kiss is everything and more.
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Taehyung is a kiss that feels right, the moment building until neither of you could stop yourselves. A cheerful celebration all around you…love and happiness, friends and family…and amongst the collective chaos, the only laughter you could focus on…you could feel echo in your heart…was his deep chuckle, his crinkled eyes catching yours. A tight embrace, your bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces, his lips only meant to meet yours but stayed, a perfect fit.
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Jungkook is a teasing lip lock, to soften the anger inside you that he caused only because he enjoys your pouty face so much. “You’re lucky I love you,” you whisper into his mouth. He says in the softest sweetest murmur, “I know,” against your lips, and you look into his eyes and make sure he knows that without a doubt, “I’m lucky too.”
[masterlist|as holidays|as drinks]
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leewriting · 2 years
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Carpool
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You didn’t want to hate him , you didn’t want to have a weekly fight either. But when you’re in university and there is only one parking spot at your apartment building, it’s each person for themselves. Unfortunately this can’t last forever and every feud has an expiry, yours might just come from forced ride sharing.
A twist on there’s only one bed.
Yoongi x reader college au, enemies to lovers.
Buckle up.
Warnings: Injuries, mentions of non-consensual elements, language
A/N: My birthday gift to all of you on my birthday, ironic I know. I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. 
Word count: 17k
You’re going to kill him. Jail will be worth it, you know it will. You bang on the door again. Your fist leaving a wet mark behind on the cheap wood. You’re freezing and dripping a puddle in the hallway. It’s pouring rain outside and after a very long day of disappointment all you want to do is curl up into a ball on the couch and watch Legally blonde. At least she has her life together unlike you, who nearly failed a test you studied so hard for. Not to mention that you almost missed a stupid assignment deadline. Ending up with you in the library for hours scrambling to finish and submit it on time. Thus, you can’t just curl up on your couch for two very distinct reasons. One being that it is much later than you wanted to come home, so you have to do responsible things like clean up the mess that is your apartment. And two is the reason why you’re soaking wet and banging on an apartment door that is not yours. You had to park two blocks away and walk all the way in the pouring rain. Your parking spot was once again taken by the stupid, bone headed, selfish, man currently sitting on his couch, waiting for just the right amount of time to pass to really piss you off. “Yoongi I swear to god if you do not open this door I will break it down.” You stomp your foot. You sound hysterical even to your own ears but right now you couldn’t care less. The neighbours don’t even bother to look out into the hallway anymore, too used to the fighting between you two. Finally, the door swings open to reveal the bane of your existence standing cockily in the doorway. His black fringe is hanging into his eyes, and he smugly push it away as he takes in your drenched form. “Princess, I see you’re quiet wet.” He smirks at you, folding his arms across his chest and leaning on the doorway. He’s dressed in all black sweats and honestly he looks very comfortable, in direct contrast to you, and as if on cue a freezing cold droplet runs down your back. You ignore the stupid innuendo and wipe the smug look off his face, not how you would like to by punching it off, but by pushing past him into his apartment. You refuse to have this fight in the hallway, again.
“O, please do come in.” He sarcastically replies. Your blood is boiling, and you barely hear the door close before you’re spinning around to face him.
His apartment looks the same as always, perfectly decorated, and clean. It makes you hate him even more.
You’ve known him for a while, and you wish you could say it’s been a pleasant experience but instead the way you became acquainted with the music major was anything but ideal.
Your stupid university decided that your apartment block’s parking was so conveniently close to the sport fields that the first team football players might as well just park there, while they build new parking for them. So subsequently a shortage of parking for the people actually living in the building arose.
You and Yoongi both moved in this year so unfortunately neither of you really knows who the one remaining parking spot belongs to. You like to believe that it has to be your apartment’s seeing as it is right outside your window. Yoongi however does not share the sentiment.
“So, what will it be this time? A cappuccino or a Latte?” Yoongi asks, his voice coming from the kitchen space, where he is currently standing with two cups in hand, eyebrow lifted.
“Hot chocolate please.” You snap back, as you cross your arms and impatiently tap your foot.
The drinks thing is a tradition that formed a while ago, after you both realised that the parking spot argument happened at least twice a week. You’ve tried going to the university board but unfortunately they didn’t really seem to care all that much as neither of you are part of any winning sports team. 
In the beginning you tried to be civil and set up a roster, but you quickly realised that neither of your schedules were very compatible with that. Both of you being night owls didn’t help the situation, so you started going for alternative tactics or as your friends call it, sabotage.
 It evolved from relatively harmless pranks like shaving cream on his windshield, and him throwing glitter in your exhaust pipe to more extreme things.
He parked you in right before a test and you out of spite didn’t move your car from the spot for weeks. It wasn’t until he had your car towed that you called a truce on the pranks and just decided that the weekly fights will have to be endured. Him being an absolute caffeine addict, and to your great displeasure being able to make great coffee, decided that if you are going to fight all the time he at least needs a drink to stay sane.
“I’m sorry I took the parking spot, I thought you had already left.” Yoongi sighs out, his hand holding an amazing cup of hot chocolate out to you, which you take with a roll of your eyes.
 “Left to where? It’s pouring!” You state, irritation seeping into your bones along with the warmth of the drink. Now it’s his turn to roll his eyes. 
“I don’t know maybe to one of the hundred parties you’re always going to, and then I park all the way at the other space, only for you to come Ubering in at three in the morning.” His voice isn’t raised with the accusation, he never raises his voice which only irks you more.
“O I’m sorry and all the times I’ve had to park two blocks away because you’ll be coming home late from the studio. Only to find out the next fucking morning you never did come home?” You throw back at him, trying to keep your voice as calm as his but not succeeding at all. You are so irritated, and your wet clothes and hair is starting to give you a headache.
Yoongi is ready to retort with probably another snappy comment when a ghostly groan cuts in, making you start and spill hot chocolate all over your hand. Great as if you need another bad thing today.
“Are you guys fighting again?” Namjoon asks, his head peaking over the back of the couch where he was probably taking a nap judging by his ruffled hair and red eyes. You in your rage completely overlooked the fact that Yoongi’s roommate might be here.
Namjoon is a year above Yoongi, and instead of music, his major is more botanically inclined. He spends most of his time in his greenhouse, doing god knows what. There are rumours however that he cooks up more than just petunias in there, and his calm and relaxed demeanour makes it all more believable. Nevertheless, whatever he is doing is working because he is one of the top students. Mix that with extra modules like math and physics he’s just very strange all around, except for his face, which is not strange but rather knee shakingly beautiful.
Namjoon surveys you and Yoongi. “Have you guys finally started dating?” He lifts his eyebrow at you both, who with the possibility of a groaning ghost, had jumped into each other’s arms, and in shock are still standing in the same position. He looks between you two and you follow Namjoon’s eyes from your face to Yoongi’s.
Upon realising how close you’re standing you push him away, with a little cough. His coffee comes sloshing out of his cup with the backwards movement. You have no idea how he managed to not spill it when he had jumped into the air.
“No, Joon we definitely did not start dating.” Yoongi groans, wiping the coffee from his shirt. “Like I would ever date her.” You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest.
 “Yeah, believe me, that will never happen.” You can’t believe people keep suggesting that you and Yoongi should be together. His friends keep teasing him about it every time you come up in conversation, and yours are not much better on the subject either. 
Unfortunately, the nature of your fights does nothing to deter them, as calling each other in rage and storming into each other’s apartment, is apparently the new way to hit on someone. To you, their conviction that Yoongi and you are secretly in love with each other seems more like a mom telling her preschool daughter that the boy who threw her with a rock likes her.  
“O, well in that case Jungkook owes me money” Namjoon states casually not even trying to explain. You roll your eyes at him as he walks past you to the kitchen, but he doesn’t seem to see your face.  
“Sorry for waking you Joon, you know how she is.” Yoongi says, quirking his head to you, looking at Namjoon who is now pouring cereal into a bowl. It takes a moment for your brain to register what the asshole next to you just said.
“How I am? Excuse me, as if you haven’t been fighting with me at all.” You huff, glaring daggers at the cocky bastard, “No? I guess you calling me in the middle of class just to shout at me is fine, is it?” It would be so easy to just slap him, you can’t help but feel an itch to do so. 
“Please it wasn’t that bad.” He scoffs blowing the hair of his fringe from his face.
 “Wasn’t that bad…” you stammer in disbelief. “You idiot I got kicked out, while we were doing test prep, I nearly failed.”  You glare at him you don’t think you’ve ever really shown him any other facial expression.
“I called you to ask you why you weren’t fucking home when your car was in the spot.” He defends himself while throwing his hands up in the air. 
He stares at you waiting for an answer. You reel to find a good one, so you don’t have to tell him you went straight to class from some guy’s house. So instead, you do the sensible thing, you lie.
“Well maybe if you had told me you were going to need it I wouldn’t have accepted the ride from my friend.” You retort, trying not to waver from his eye contact, knowing it will be suspicious, but clearly, it doesn’t work. 
He scoffs “Your friend right, maybe you should carpool all the time with whoever you’re sleeping with and give me the parking spot.” He says, his eyes are narrowed at you, clearly irritated. You already have the reply on your tongue, the blush on your face rising with your anger.
“Wait.” Namjoon jumps in. He has been quietly watching you guys from behind the counter. Eating his cereal and following your argument with his eyes the way one would follow a tennis match. 
“I have the best idea.” He states with a grin on his face. Both of your heads turn to Namjoon to hear this magical idea.
 “Yoongi you’re completely correct,” he says as if you know what he’s talking about.
“I usually am, but about what this time?” Yoongi asks cockily and you have to resist the urge to gag. Namjoon just rolls his eyes, as if Yoongi is being incredibly stupid. 
“You just said it.” You and Yoongi share a confused glance. Namjoon finally realising that you’re clearly idiots, explain his idea the way you would to a two-year-old, word for word and slowly.
“You two should carpool together.”
“Joon what the fuck are you talking about.” Yoongi exclaims and for once you actually agree with him.
 “How can we carpool when our schedules don’t overlap at all?’ You ask irritated. You’re getting pretty tired of being in wet clothes, the urge to fight is gone and no matter how much you like Namjoon you honestly do not want to listen to stupid ideas right now.
“Listen I know it sounds weird but just hear me out okay?” He asks walking to stand in front of the couch and motioning impatiently for you both to sit down. After exchanging a look with Yoongi, you both follow his instructions.
Already expecting a fit from Yoongi for sitting on his too perfect couch with your wet clothes, you opt to sit on the armrest. You not so patiently wait for Namjoon, who is looking more and more like an evil genius ready to monologue his plan.
“Okay, so I know the roster didn’t work out, but what if you guys each get a week to park in the spot downstairs and then you switch.” His hands are flying around as he explains, gesturing with them, but you already see a flaw. 
“Okay, but what if I need to go somewhere? Walking all the way to my car at night isn’t exactly safe.” You comment, but at your question, Namjoon’s smile only grows, he has to be crazy to think this stupid plan would actually work. 
“Then the person whose car is in the parking spot has to drive you.” He states casually as if it is the most obvious thing in the world.
“Wait what!” You and Yoongi both exclaim at the same time. You have to drive each other around now? No way that’s happening. You look to Yoongi to see him in thought, he glances out of the corner of his eye at you and after a moment he nods. “Okay.” He states calmly, way too calmly for your liking.
“I’m sorry what? You can’t be serious.” You can’t believe he is agreeing, “We couldn’t even keep to a stupid roster, if you really think this will work then clearly you’ve been spending time in Namjoon’s greenhouse.” You look to the subject of your accusation who is only calmly watching you two from a chair he fell into, “No offence” you say to him, but he merely shrugs, a smile on his face, denying nothing.
Yoongi sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, clearly just as tired of you, as you are of him. “Look the year is almost over and next year the parking at the sports field will be done being built.”
 He has a point but driving each other around still feels like a bad idea, but maybe, just maybe it can work out. 
You internally laugh at yourself. “Okay fine,” You give in to Namjoon’s delight, “but under two conditions.” You smile evilly at Yoongi holding up two fingers. You’ll make sure, that if this is going to happen, it will work out in your favour.
“The person to call it off has to park in the far-away parking spot for the rest of the year and,” You pause putting one finger down and wait for him to cautiously nod, “You have to start.” You smile, and after a moment he smirks at you. That stupid smirk that you want to wipe off his face. 
“Fine princess, you’re on.” He holds out his hand to you, to shake and make it official but you ignore it, jumping off of the couch and flipping your wet hair, splashing him with cold water droplets instead. 
“Okay, then I’ll see you tomorrow morning at seven for my first class.” You give Namjoon a wave who returns it and quickly make your way out of the apartment not listening to Yoongi shouting after you as you close his front door in his face.
 You suddenly feel much better. Your plan forms in your mind as you evil laugh once safe in your own apartment, the warm water of the shower washing away the cold. That parking spot will be yours. .
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. “Morning sunshine” you sing-song, trying to pull the covers off of the grumpy man in the bed. “What the fuck are you doing in my room?” His morning voice is raspy, and he groans as he  desperately holds onto the covers. “Namjoon let me in.” You state simply, shrugging and letting go of the covers, You instead move to the window, blackout curtains hanging in front of it. “I didn’t ask how you got into my room,” he spits out trying to untangle himself from the covers that sprang back over him. “I asked what you are doing here”. He demands finally sitting up, looking at you as if you just insulted his whole family. His hair is messy and face is a bit swollen from sleep. Overall, he looks entirely too much like a cat that was waken up from a nap.
You shake your head and instead of giving him an answer you pull open the curtains, letting the early morning light stream into the room.
Yoongi screeches shoving his face into the pillow to protect his eyes from the sun. You roll yours at his dramatics, you’d think he was about to die from the way he was moaning.
“Come on you have to take me to class,” you pull the covers off him, this time he doesn’t fight it. Groaning he peeks at you from where he is still face-planted into a pillow.
 “You can miss one class.” He states turning his head away from you and the window.
 “I cannot miss this class dipshit,” you cross your arms and tap your foot getting impatient. “Unlike you, I have grades to keep up.” You smirk at him, “unless you want to call the deal off?”
Yoongi groans again and finally sits up. “I hate you, you know that right?” He glares at you, before blinking in the bright sunlight staring at the window personally offended by its existence and yours.
Now that he’s sitting up and rubbing his hand over his face and through his hair you’re quite sure he won’t go back to sleep. So, turning on your heels you walk out the door, throwing a sentence over your shoulder at him. 
“Get dressed or I’m going to be late.”
He throws quite a few curses after you, and you’re sure a few hand gestures to your back. You however just close the door, not giving in to your instinct to argue with him. You’re leaning on the door and looking at Namjoon who is laying on the couch, eating what looks like a brownie, and smirking at you.
 “What Namjoon?”
“Nothing.” He keeps smiling though. Stuffing the rest of the brownie in his mouth, he stands up from the couch. Your eyes follow him as he walks to the kitchen counter, where three potted plants are standing. They seem to be some kinds of flowers, you’re not completely sure what they’re called though.
 You’re just thinking to ask Namjoon when the door behind you swings open. You’re support gone you fall backwards. You’re about to fall into Yoongi’s chest where he is standing in the doorway.
You look at him in betrayal as he turns his body out of your way and a moment later you feel the hard unwelcoming wooden floor underneath you.
“Ouch.” You groan out, curling onto your side to get the pressure off the sore part of your back.
“Wow, princess you’re really falling for me hey?” he laughs as he merely steps over your body. You grumble after him. How dare he step out of the way? It would have been so easy just to catch you or even to just help you up off his bedroom floor.
“I hate you.” You grumble at him, as you try to stand up. “And stop calling me that!” You shout at him, clutching onto your head, you hit it harder than you thought. There is definitely a whole day headache waiting on you.
“I know” he smirks at you answering your first question, “and come on princess you’re going to be late, remember?” He opens the front door, giving you one last look before strolling out, his car keys spinning on his finger.
You huff again but walk to the door anyway, because he is right, you are going to be late, and you’re not going to back out of this class now.
Namjoon gives you a worried look as he gives you the bag you had thrown down when you came in.
 “You okay?” his voice is genuinely concerned, and you give him a smile.
 “I’m fine Joon, thank you.” He gives you one last smile before closing the door behind you.  
Yoongi is already sitting in his car, waiting for you.
The rain from last night has left the ground filled with puddles and the air is chilly from the still looming heavy clouds hanging from the sky. You’re glad you decided to opt for comfort over cute today because the outfit you had planned would have left you with even more bruises than you already have. 
You dodge the puddles, hoping over the last one almost falling on his stupid car, before finally yanking the door open and getting into the already heated up car. You’ve barely closed the door before he drives off.
“Where is your class?” he asks stopping at a red light. He hasn’t looked at you and this is the first time he’s spoken since you got in the car. You appreciate that, him not talking is about a thousand times better than when he speaks.
You sigh. “Just drop me off at the main gate.” 
He scoffs. “Are you sure you don’t want a personal escort to your class, princess?” You roll your eyes at the way he sneers the last word. He’s being more grumpy than usual and you’re getting tired of it.
 “Do you always attend your morning classes?” His voice is irritated. You look at him, glaring.
“Yes” Lies, you almost never attend them, but to get that parking spot you knew you had to hit Yoongi where it hurts, interrupting his sleep. So, to deter him from asking you any more questions, you turn your attention away from him, opting to look around.
You’ve never actually been in his car before, and you’re sorry to see it is just like his apartment, clean, perfectly organised, and even smells nice.
You look out of the window, before you get irritated again, sitting with your legs turned as far away from him as possible. The rain has started up again, a soft mist falling onto the university town.
You’ve been looking forward to university since high school, getting away from your stupid town and being able to start over has been an amazing experience and mostly you get along with everyone. Everyone but the man driving a bit too fast on the wet road for your liking.
You and Yoongi met at the beginning of the academic year. It was moving-in day and being able to move out of the university provided dorms and into the apartment building was an exciting and much-anticipated event. The building was still technically university-owned but now you could live alone and get away from the stupid rules of the dorms. 
The way you had met Yoongi was straight out of a rom-com as your friends like to describe it. Maybe if a romcom ended with them hating each other. You also know now that everything that happened was probably just a way to get into your pants. Because, unlike you trying to keep your escapades discrete, the string of people always leaving his apartment at ungodly hours confirm the many rumours of his playboy habits.
You had been carrying boxes up to your room when the carpet tripped you, causing you to tumble down. You were caught however by an, what you then thought, unbelievably handsome man. His eyes had been kind as he righted you again, bending down to pick up the boxes that had flown from your hands.
You remember how you had squealed and giggled with your friends about how sweet he was to carry the boxes for you all the way to your apartment. About how he had introduced himself and put his number in your phone just in case you ever needed anything. It was about a week after that, that you had your first fight in the hallway.
The car comes to a halt outside the main gate, and you open the door to get out immediately. You want to thank him but when the car door swings closed he drives off. You glare at his car for a good few seconds before remembering how far the class actually is, and how little time you have to get there. Pulling the hood of your hoody up to defend yourself from the misty droplets, you quickly walk to the class.
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Your phone is ringing, cutting through the quiet bedroom, and waking you with a groan. You roll over, your hair all over your face, and you try to push it away to be able to see the name that is flashing on the screen. Once your tired eyes finally make out the letters on the screen you groan again. You debate just letting it ring, but you’re pretty sure he would hold it against you, so you slide the green circle to the side and press the phone to your ear.
“Yes, what is it Yoongi?” Your voice is raspy as you whisper and it’s quite clear that you were sleeping. You push the hair out of your face fully now as if it will help you be more awake.
 “I want you to come and get me.” He just states it, no asking or anything and it irks you. 
“Yoongi I dropped you off and you said you’re going to be there the whole night.” You raise your voice just a bit not wanting to wake up the guy sleeping next to you. He throws his arm over you and sleeps on, oblivious to the conversation taking place.
 “I know I said that but I want coffee, and the place I go to doesn’t deliver.” You roll your eyes and sigh, removing the guy’s arm from your waist you silently get up out of bed, the phone pressed between your shoulder and your chin. 
“Yoongi I was kind of in the middle of something.” You cast a glance at the shirtless man while you try to find your clothes. 
“I don’t care, come and get me unless you want to back out?” He clearly knows what he’s doing, and you are not going to give in that easily. 
“Fine, I’m coming.” You whisper yell and hang up, pressing the red button with unnecessary force.
You clench your jaw and run your hand through your hair in frustration. You breathe in and out, suppressing all the murderous thoughts in your brain, and instead focus on finding your pants. You jiggle into them and with shoes in hand you walk to the front door. 
It’s unlocked, you always tell them to keep the front door unlocked. You claim it’s because of claustrophobia but really you just want a way out if anything goes wrong. He didn’t wake up at all with your walking around, so you decide you’ll text him in the morning, or well later today seeing as it’s 2 am. 
You reach your car in record time and you’re pulling away before you can second guess if the parking spot is really worth all this.
It became your week yesterday, and he has been on your case ever since. You thought you were bad, but he’s already driving you out of bed on the first day.
 To be fair you were trying to be bad. You had him drop you off and pick you up for classes, you’ve never attended all your morning classes before, parties and even a chocolate run at midnight. He complained and glared, but he still bore it which you now see was probably because he was planning how he will torture you this week.
You bite your cuticle as you drive, your headlights illuminating the road and falling onto the reason for you being here, and missing morning after pancakes. 
Yoongi pulls open the door and gets in before you’ve barely even stopped. 
“The café is called Spring day.” No greeting, no nothing, just simply ordering you around. As if to make it any worse, the café he just ordered you to, is right down the block.
 “You could have walked.” You are irritated and you know he is delighted to see you getting worked up. 
“I wasn’t in the mood for walking.” He is looking at you out of the corner of his eye. “Sorry to drag you away from your plans.” He might be apologising but there is not an ounce of sincerity in his voice. In fact, he is being sarcastic, and it makes your jaw tick in frustration. 
“You sound very sorry.” You snap at him, turning to him, ready to literally kick him out of your car. He however is smirking. 
“Your shirt is on backwards.” Your eyes go wide, and you can’t help but blush as he raises an eyebrow at you. You hold his eye contact refusing to look away, he breaks it first, looking to the road in front and then back at you. 
“Are you going to drive?” You sigh and turn, putting your hands on the steering wheel. 
Like you said it’s only about a minute’s drive to Spring day café, so neither of you really has a chance to say anything more before the car is parked in front of the lit shop’s window. You didn’t even know it was open this late.
The sign on the door says otherwise, but Yoongi just waltzes in. You follow him cautiously, only to liven up when you see the familiar faces turn to you. 
“Y/n what are you doing here?” Jimin is sitting on the coffee bar drinking something that doesn’t really look like coffee. He bounces off to come greet you, throwing an arm over your shoulder. You just smile at him.
 “Yoongi wanted midnight coffee apparently.” You glare at the pale man now helping himself to the coffee makers, not caring about Jin, the owner, sitting at the counter. 
Taehyung is sitting at a table with his feet on top of it, his chair rocking back in froth as he balances on it. 
“Yoongi give the poor girl a break, clearly she was busy.” His eyes run over your shirt and you groan. 
You forgot about that. You pout at Taehyung, sticking your arms back in the sleeves and turning the stupid shirt around. 
“There, happy?” You cross your arms and Jimin laughs at you throwing his arm around your shoulder again. Taehyung gets up and joins him on your other side. 
“Don’t pout, we’re on your side remember?” He smiles at Yoongi who is glaring at you three over his cup of coffee. 
You met most of Yoongi’s friends through the occasions of storming into his apartment for fights. The first time they had stared at you open-mouthed, noodles halfway to their mouths. It took them about three seconds before they were introducing themselves, apparently already knowing who you were.
The only three you met by yourself are the two men who are now leading you to a barstool next to Jin and the youngest who isn’t here.
Jimin and Taehyung are in your English class. On the first day of class, they took it upon themselves to squish in next to you and talk the entire class. After that, they insisted on sitting next to you in every class. You couldn’t help but become friends with them. Their whispered comments turned from irritating to honestly very entertaining and funny. 
The first time you saw them in Yoongi’s apartment you made a big dramatic deal about them betraying you by being on Yoongi’s side of the parking spot war. They in turn made a big dramatic deal to show you they were on your side. They even helped you throw a bag of glitter on Yoongi’s car, but of course, he doesn’t know that. 
The youngest, Jungkook, you met one day when he was floating around campus completely confused and lost. You watched him walk around in circles for about ten minutes before you decided to take pity on him. 
Turns out he was looking for a class on the other side of campus, so you walked with him to make sure he doesn’t get lost again. On the way, you came across Namjoon who apparently knew Jungkook from when he tutored him. 
You left him in Namjoon’s care but afterwards when he was staring from the couch while you and Yoongi fought, and Namjoon ignoring it completely, he made a point to find you on campus, especially after he became friends with Jimin and Tae.
 Jungkook never took a side though and instead follows Namjoon’s lead in teasing you. He also happens to be one of the biggest supporters of the whole, “Yoongi and y/n are actually madly in love with each other,” thing.
“Where is Namjoon and Jungkook?” You ask, opting for sitting on the counter rather than the stool. 
“Namjoon is helping Jungkook study or something.” Hoseok is swirling around on his chair in circles, going faster and faster. Yoongi is next to him, watching him and finally reaching out a hand to stop his best friend from falling off of the spinning chair. 
“More like Namjoon is dragging Jungkook along in the library, poor kid.” Jin comments. He looks tired and you feel a bit guilty for keeping him here so late, but then you realise you aren’t doing anything. Technically it’s the other guys' fault. You all do laugh at him, knowing that he is most likely telling the truth. 
Jimin and Tae keep bothering you, telling you all about their week and everything they’ve been up to. Even some of the others join in however they all seem content to just listen to the two boys babble on. You are clutching your stomach sitting in Tae’s lap, where you fell into a few minutes ago, due to the aforementioned laughing when Yoongi,  eyes narrowed gets up from his chair. 
“Come on, I need to get back.” He looks at you. Waiting for you to spring into action but you just blink and stare at him. 
“No, you can walk.” You turn your head away. 
Everyone in the room is holding their breath already anticipating what is coming. Jungkook once told you that there is tension before you and Yoongi start fighting, almost like the air before a thunderstorm. 
“O, I can walk?” Yoongi’s voice is cocky, and you hate it. “Where was that attitude when I had to drive you one block to the store at one in the morning to get you chocolate?” 
You roll your eyes, getting up from Tae’s lap. He doesn’t even try to hold you back. “O because asking you to drive from the same fucking place is as inconvenient as calling me when you specifically said you’ll be here the entire night?” 
Yoongi scoffs. Walking closer to you until it would only take one step before you’re toe to toe. “The deal was that we drive each other around whenever the other needs to remember princess?” His voice is so condescending you can almost feel hatred radiating off from him. 
You won’t back down, not in front of everyone, and not to the bane of your existence. So, you take the step closer, you and Yoongi are chest to chest.  
“You agreed to this deal first, you being an asshole isn’t making anyone’s life easier.” You poke him in the chest, getting your point across. 
Yoongi looks at you, his eyebrow raised. “Let’s get one thing straight right now I’m not trying to make your life easier, I am trying to make my life easier, because I know you’ll give up, and then I won’t have to ever deal with you again.”
You’re eyes go wide for a moment, but his words don’t hurt, you don’t care. You’re trying to do the same thing. “Good, at least I know we feel the same. I won’t give up, but I will make your life a living hell, and when you give up, the real reward will be that I never have to see you again.”
You both stand there for another second, chest to chest, glaring at each other. 
“Drive me back.” Yoongi says it word for word, empathising each one, not breaking eye contact. 
“Get in the car.” You say in the same way, glaring at him, your faces are inches apart, and your eyes don’t move from each other, challenging one another. Hatred and dislike reflecting in each of them, the tension in the air that Jungkook talked about is growing, stifling you both until Jin finally clears his throat, and it disappears.
You blink and finally look away, turning to Taehyung and Jimin both staring at you, a smirkish look on both their faces. 
“I’ll see you guys later,” you turn to the other two men, “Thank you Jin, see you Hobi.” You catch your car keys that Jimin threw, and storm to the door, yanking open your car door and already starting your car as soon as you close the door behind you. 
Yoongi gets in a few minutes later, and you drive off, faster than you usually would to get the cocky ass out of your sight as soon as possible. 
“Get out.” You sneer at him as soon as your car stops. He doesn’t protest, getting out and slamming your car door very hard. You flinch at the loud sound, rolling down your window, to yell at the retreating man’s back. 
“Don’t slam my doors asshole.” He doesn’t answer just throws his middle finger back at you. You roll your eyes, deciding it's not worth it, and you drive back home.
The convenience of parking right in front of the door is enough to lighten your mood tremendously, and once in your apartment you realise how icky you feel, so before falling into your bed, you take an extremely very hot shower. 
The shower doesn’t clear your head as much as it usually does. All you can keep thinking about is the idiotic man that you have to go pick up in a few hours. You used to think that maybe you could get along one day, maybe when you both have parking spots, but after what he said tonight clearly that won’t happen.
 The fights and arguments since the carpool deal started have been becoming more intense. It hasn’t been this bad since when the arguing started. You feel that you and Yoongi have fallen into a routine of fighting and now that you’re forced into close proximity it is intensifying the irritation and hatred that have evolved between you two. 
Your skin is still red when you get out of the shower. The cold air meets your body, cooling it down too fast for your liking. It is starting to get very cold and you’re sure the rain will turn into snow soon. 
You originally wanted to spend your day catching up on some work, maybe cleaning your apartment, but now you know you’re just going to spend the day catching up on sleep, before once again facing the most infuriating man you think ever existed. 
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 The pounding on your door is synchronising nicely with the throbbing in your head.
“Y/n, open up.” The pounding continues on the door and in your head. “You were supposed to come fetch me hours ago.” Yoongi’s voice carries through the apartment, and you flinch at his words.
He’s right, you were supposed to go fetch him. Today is your last day as driver and you couldn’t be more than glad to have a break from Yoongi’s never-ending calls. When he said he’s going to make you give up he wasn’t joking, and you’ve been struggling to not do so. 
He has been calling you at all hours to drive him somewhere, and more than once he’s called you to go pick him up at someone else’s apartment. He comes strolling out, with lipstick marks all over his face and you have to try very hard to not gag at the sweet sickly stench of perfume that hangs around him.
The driving him around part you can manage, him calling you nonstop you can manage, you just scheme how you’ll retaliate next week. What you can’t manage however is the fact that he barely says a word other than giving you directions or orders. You would think you’d be happy with the silence and only talking when absolutely necessary, but it bothers you. Even when fighting with him he at least acknowledged your existence, now it just feels like you’re truly an Uber driver. The silence feels eerie, and you don’t like being seen only as a tool for him to get somewhere. You’re still a human being.
Speaking of you being a human being, all the driving around at all hours, and trying to study and get all your assignments done have been leaving one thing severely neglected. Yourself. 
You haven’t slept more than two hours at a time the whole week, and today it finally caught up to you. You’ve been feeling a bit sick since yesterday, but you didn’t want to give Yoongi an excuse to twist it around, that your asking for a day off is you giving up. So, you didn’t say anything but when you finally got home after another one of Yoongi’s midnight coffee runs, Jin and Hobi knows your coffee order off by heart now, you literally collapsed onto the couch where you are still laying right now.
Yoongi keeps knocking on the door and it takes a good minute for you to drag your very sore and weak body up to open it. When you do, you see a very smug Yoongi, clearly ready to tell you that he wins.
“Princess, you do know that you not picking me up means that I… hey are you okay?” He trails off from his original speech, his smug look fading as his eyes roam over your very pale face and notice how you’re leaning on the doorway for support.
“Y/n are you sick?” He frowns. He sounds concerned and you really don’t feel up to pretending you’re not sick when you feel like you’ll fall over from a light breeze.
“Yeah.” Your voice is hoarse, and it hurts to talk, you can see his frown deepening.
“Sorry for not picking you up Yoongi.” You push yourself off of the doorframe, getting ready to just face defeat and retreat to your comfy bed, or couch rather, you don’t think you can make it to your bed.
As soon as you’re erect however your eyes go black for a moment, stars dance in the air and you feel yourself stumble. You’re righted by a hand on your shoulder. Your fuzzy eyes take a moment to return to normal and the head rush passes. You blink a few times before you’re able to focus again and when you do the sight that greets you is a strange one.
 Yoongi is standing closer than before, his hands are on your shoulders, but the strangest thing is his face. You and Yoongi rarely see each other with any facial expression other than glaring, so to see Yoongi’s brows furrowed and his eyes wide moving all over your face in concern is not something you’ve ever seen before.
“Y/n, come on let’s get you inside.” His voice is softer than usual, not very different, you doubt a lot of people would be able to really tell you the difference, but you hear it, the softness, and you’re startled by it. So much so that you don’t resist when he drags you to the couch. You sit down on instinct, and he throws one of the blankets surrounding you over your shoulders.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” His voice is stern, and you glance up at him. It sounds like he wants to fight, and you cringe at the thought of having to spend so much energy on arguing right now, but he’s waiting for an answer, so you give it.
“I didn’t think you would really care about that.”  You look at his face cautiously expecting to see the usual anger bubble up, and you can see it starting but he presses it down. Apparently, this morning is full of surprises. He bends down sitting on the coffee table in front of you.
“Y/n I know you see me as an asshole, but you should know, I’m not a monster.”
“Well, you certainly had me fooled this week, you barely talked.” You shoot back at him struggling to hide the pout, but you’re sick not dying so you succeed and this time you see he rises to the poking.
“Maybe I just wasn’t in the mood to fight, seeing as we clearly can’t even speak without fighting.” He stands up again, folding his arms.
“Well maybe if you acted less like a jerk then we wouldn’t have to fight all the time.” You counter. The pounding in your head is killing you and speaking is making your throat burn, him being here is only making it worse.
“Maybe I only act like a jerk because your personality brings out the worst in me.” He snaps, not raising his voice but sneering at you all the same. His words finally push you overboard.
“Listen here you asshole, you are the one that made me drive you around all night, so don’t blame your jerkiness on me you stupid ...” You push yourself up to be closer to his eye level before finishing the insulting names you plan to call him but immediately you feel the head rush again.
“Will you please for the love of all that is holy sit down.” He growls out and you frown at him, but once again you can’t argue, you really need to sit down, your head is spinning. “Now I am going to make you some tea, you’re going to drink it and sleep.”
“No,” you say glaring at him. He stares and sighs, pinching his nose bridge.
“Fine, be like that I’m only…”
“I want hot chocolate.”
Yoongi looks at you in surprise. “What did you say?”
You cross your arms and look him right in the eye. “I don’t want stupid tea. I want hot chocolate.”
Yoongi keeps staring at you for another moment, and you swear you can see a quirk of his mouth corner. He wants to laugh. But instead, he clears his throat and walks out of your front door. You stare in disbelief. He really just left.
You curse him out in your head. You were joking, kind of, mostly you were arguing just for arguing’s sake. You shake your head at the audacity and pull the blanket tightly around yourself. After a few minutes, you place your feet on the ground and prepare yourself to stand up when the door swings open, revealing Yoongi with a mug in each hand.
“I thought I told you to sit down?” He raises an eyebrow at you closing the door behind him as you sit back, secretly glad you didn’t have to stand up now.
Yoongi hands you one of the mugs, which you take to survey its content. You’re expecting the clear greenish liquid of tea, but you’re met with warm chocolatey goodness, two and a half marshmallows melting slowly on top. You look to where he is sitting in your one armchair.
“Hot chocolate.” You state.
“Hot chocolate.” He nods and you can’t help but give him a smile, probably one of the firsts ever.
He merely surveys you over the rim of his cup as he drinks. His hot chocolate is really the best you’ve ever tasted and combining that with the absolute exhaustion you’ve barely finished the cup before you’re sleeping soundly.
After that, things seem to shift a bit, not a lot, most people don’t even notice it except maybe Namjoon who according to Jimin upped his bet against Jungkook. You and Yoongi still argue but compared to the previous weeks it’s not nearly as heated and more importantly, after the chilly silence that shrouded you the arguing is a bit welcomed. 
What does change however is the fact that you two actually talk, it’s not much but it feels completely different, even if most of the conversations still end up in an argument.
The arguments become less personal, of course, you still hate each other but after the olive branch that was the hot chocolate when you were sick, his company has become almost bearable to you, almost.
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“Yoongi I want to go home.” You’re whining you know but you’re tipsy and tired. Your feet hurt from all the dancing and you’re glaring at the softly blurring form of the black-haired man who is driving. 
“It’ll be quick” he retorts, he’s irritated, you can tell by the set of his jaw. 
“Stopping at your studio is not quick it’s out of the way.” Your voice is drawling a bit and you roll down the window. The cold air helps the fogginess disappear and you  focus on it so much that you barely realise you’ve stopped in front of the music department building. So much for winning the argument.
Yoongi turns to you while he rolls up the window. You turn around, your cheeks and nose red from the cold air and your eyes more alert than it’s been the whole drive here. He clears his throat to get your attention and your head snaps to him. 
“Do you maybe want to…” he hesitates and looks away pulling out the keys from the ignition. You stare at him not sure what he is going to say but you are definitely not expecting him to say, “Do you want to come up with me?” 
You think for a second before nodding. “Well, I don’t want to sit in the car.” He rolls his eyes and gets out of the car. You follow, a bit wonky on your sore feet still stuffed into the stupid high heels. You walk a bit behind him, letting him lead the way.
 He invited you to his studio, he’s never done this before and when you step through the door you feel like you’re almost intruding. You’ve been in each other’s homes more times than you can count but his studio feels more personal, more intimate and you’re unsure what to make of it. 
“You can sit down, I just need to transfer this file.” He states as he moves over to the computer, pushing his office chair to you. You sit down as he requested and take the opportunity to look around the room. The music majors can hire out a studio room for the year. Most people don’t go to the trouble, but Yoongi has fully made the space his own. The furniture is dark and the soundproof black sponge lining the walls darkens the space even more. The only light breaking the darkness is the blue LED strips running around his desk. 
“Why did you put so much effort into your studio?” You wonder out loud. He looks at you over his shoulder, his profile illuminated by the computer screen and for a second you remember why you thought of him to be so handsome when you met him. 
“What do you mean?” He asks, looking back at the screen and continuing what he was doing.
“I just mean, most people don’t put so much effort into a room you won’t be using for that long,” You spin around on the chair as you speak. “Most people just put effort into their apartments.”
“Well, I don’t like working at home.” 
“Why not?” You ask without giving it much thought, you’re stopped from spinning more by a foot appearing on the seat. “Maybe because I am constantly disturbed at home by a certain someone.”
You glare ready to fight and defend yourself when you see his face. It’s not his usual arguing face, his one eyebrow is raised and there is a slight quirk to his mouth. You haven’t seen him looking like this, he looks playful. 
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” The reply slips out and you blame the past week of having conversations with him that had minimal arguing in them. You stare at him though, challenging him to say something snarky, but he merely laughs. You don’t know if it’s by accident but his foot on the seat next to you pulls the chair closer to him. You stare up at him, now almost against his body. He stares at you too, his eyes surveying your face.
“Of course, you don’t know.” He says it with a smirk, the joke continuing but you feel like the mood’s changed, like that static before your arguments. His eyes are stuck on your face, and he is leaning in slightly. You don’t know if you’re imagining it or if he’s also aware of it. You’re about to reply when a ding from the computer pulls his eyes away from your face and you feel able to breathe again. 
He pulls the USB from the slot and walk past you after switching the computer off. “Come on princess or do you expect me to carry you down.” The snap is back in his voice, and you roll your eyes standing up and walking past him down the hall, not waiting for him. 
He catches up quickly though, you’re still not able to walk properly because of your shoes.
“Why are you walking so god damn slow?” He snaps at you, falling into step beside you. You glare at him.
“My shoes are killing me, you might feel sorry for me if you had an ounce of sympathy for anyone.” You snap back, irritated at his change of behaviour, but comforted by the fact that whatever happened back there was just a moment of something stupid, nothing to think or wonder about.
“Right, I am so sorry princess that your poor feet are hurting,” His voice is high pitched, sarcasm dripping in it. You glare at him out the corner of your eye as he continues. “because of the stupid shoes you chose to wear.” His voice returns to normal, but the insane amount of sarcasm remains, and you scoff finally having had enough. You stop and rip the shoes from your feet, stomping out of the building all the way to the car.
You wait outside of the passenger’s side door for him to unlock the car. Your feet and body are freezing as you stand on the cold concrete. Yoongi comes waltzing out of the building a few seconds later, twirling the keys around his finger as he slowly descends the stairs. He could unlock the car from where he is but because he is an asshole he only unlocks it when he is at the driver’s door.
“Climb in princess.” Is the only thing he says as he gets in the car and if it was a warmer night you would have refused to do anything this infuriating man said to you. Unfortunately, it is not a warmer night, and your feet are turning red with cold. So reluctantly you get into the car just before he speeds off.
You ignore him the rest of the drive home, irritated and angry. The feeling is so easy to sink into, you almost feel bad, but then you look at his face, and the infuriating feeling takes over completely. He is just so frustrating, and it makes you want to scream sometimes.
The car stops in the parking spot, and you jump out as fast as you can. Walking into the building with your shoes in hand you completely ignore the man walking just behind you.
He stops at his door but doesn’t go in until he calls out with a giggling voice. “See you tomorrow for your class.”  People are staring at you, you understand why, you’re walking shoes in hand in a party dress with your mortal enemy screaming about seeing you the next day. 
You zap him without turning around and burst into your apartment, rage bubbling up. You fall onto the couch, pushing your face into a pillow and you let out a scream of frustration. The sound is muffled by the material, but you feel better after letting it all out. 
Tonight has been a rollercoaster and for once it only applies to things happening after the party. The way he invited you into his studio,  you’re sure that isn’t something that happens often. You play with the frills on the edges of the cushion. Maybe he was trying to be nice, maybe you should try to do the same. You roll onto your stomach and press your face into the cushion again at the thought. He was nice and polite and suddenly something happened that you will not think about. No, you will only think of how irritating he is with his stupid face and stupid smile. You scream again.
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“Maybe we should pull over Yoongi.” 
The rain is flooding the street and the wind is blowing so hard you’re scared the whole car will be blown away at any moment.
“It’s fine,” Yoongi scoffs rolling his eyes at you. You’re about to retort when the hail begins. With a glance at you, Yoongi sighs. 
“Okay maybe just for a moment.” He pulls the car over under a tree. “I’m sure the storm will blow over soon.” He says wistfully, turning the ignition off. 
“Yeah let’s hope so,” you stare out the window at the sheets of rain that keep assaulting the car. 
It’s quiet, you two being quiet is nothing new, but usually, during the short drives you talk, but now, stuck with each other for who knows how long you’re not sure what to say. You don’t want to start a fight accidentaly by saying the wrong thing, because that will just make the situation worse seeing as neither of you have a place to storm away to. So instead of speaking, you look around the car searching for something polite to talk about.
“What is your favourite colour.” The question bursts from your mouth, and you bite your lip, cautiously looking at him to see his reaction. He stares at you in surprise before smiling and then he starts to laugh. 
You stare at him now, your head tilted and your eyebrow raised at his weird reaction. His laughter bubbles down to a chuckle and he clears his throat when he realise how you’re looking at him. 
“Sorry, it’s just you trying to make small talk is  funny.” He tries to explain. 
“Well, I’m sorry.” You scoff. You can’t believe him, you’re just trying to be polite at least. 
“I didn’t mean it like that,” You give him a distrusting glare, but he continues. “I promise.” He turns to you, unbuckling his seatbelt to turn fully in his seat.
When he sees you’re not going to say anything further he tilts his head until he is in your sight. 
“To answer your question.” he smiles lightly, “ My favourite colour is purple.” 
You glance at him. “Mine too.” 
“Really?” He pulls away a bit and he laughs, “ I didn’t know that.” 
You glance at him again, before relaxing your posture. You turn a bit more towards him. 
“We don’t really know a lot about each other.” You state. Thinking about it, it is strange, you spend so much time together, you technically share friends, and you are in each other’s homes often, and yet you know almost nothing about him.
“You’re right,” he sounds a bit surprised, “ well we have time, why don’t you tell me about yourself?” 
You look at him fully now. He seems to be in a good mood, and you don’t think you’ll be able to handle the awkward silence the entire time. So why not get to know your nemesis just a bit. 
“What do you want to know?” You ask cautiously, still not completely trusting that this isn't some prank.
“O uhm,” he thinks for a second. “ What are you studying?”
“Really?” You chuckle a bit, you have no idea why this is so funny, maybe because it is so foreign behaviour for you two.
“Yeah, you know what I study, but I have no idea what studying  I’m always dragging you away from.” He smiles brightly at you, encouragingly. “Also I don’t think I’ve ever come across a major that has so many early morning classes.”
You chuckle. “English,” he tilts his head slightly, “I want to become a writer.” you explain as if to justify it. “I know it’s a stupid dream to have, but it’s been mine since childhood.”
“So no wanting to be a princess or actress?” he asks, his head still tilted.
You shake your head. “Nope, I’ve always wanted to write poetry.” 
“Poetry,” he sounds surprised, leaning back a bit, and you just nod. He stares straight ahead of him, and you take that as the cue that the conversation is over so you turn back to the window, to look at the rain.
“I don’t think that is a stupid dream.” He says suddenly and you turn back to him. 
“You don’t?” You don’t really believe him.
“Yeah, I mean, I’ve wanted to be a music producer since I was a child. How is that so much different than wanting to write poetry,” He turns his head to you while speaking. he smiles softly at you in reassurance. “If anything I think it’s amazing.” 
You stare at him. No one has actually ever said that to you. Most people just act surprised and brush it off, not wanting to be the one to tell you how unrealistic it is. He looks sincere and it makes your heart clench a bit, you can feel a burning in your sinuses, but you swallow the tears away.
“ Thank you,” you whisper, afraid to speak too loudly and have your voice crack.  He stares at you, not in surprise but with a soft stare, his eyes warm and you can’t believe he is directing that look at you. 
You clear your throat, unbuckling your seat belt you turn your body fully, putting your feet on the seat and hug your knees to your chest leaning on the closed door.
“ How about your parents?” He frowns in confusion at your question. 
“What about them?” 
“Are they supportive of your dream?” You clarify.
“O,” his face turns into a gummy smile and you can’t help but stare at how pretty it makes him look. “Yeah, they are very supportive. My mom took me to music classes every week, and my dad helped me soundproof the guest bedroom to work in.” He smiles larger while he talks about his parents and all their help. “How about your parents?” he asks he looks genuinely curious.
“Uhm,” You try to figure out how to exactly say it. “They don’t really care for it.” You don’t look him in the eye. “They wanted me to be a lawyer. I applied here because of the amazing English program, and I got in on a tennis scholarship, so my parents didn’t have to pay.” 
“Wait tennis?” He is shocked you can tell without even looking at him. 
“Yeah I’m actually really good, but god Yoongi,” You turn back to him, “ I fucking hate tennis.” You chuckle out the words so glad to finally be able to say it to someone. He stares before he starts laughing, causing you to laugh harder. 
You both just sit there laughing in the car, with the rain pouring down around you, and the wind blowing through the big old tree you’re parked under. You laugh until your stomach hurts. 
“So I dropped it, with the excuse that my studies are too much.” you continue after you calmed down a bit. “But that means my parents have to pay my tuition now, so the deal is they keep paying if I keep getting good grades.” You finish kind of sadly, they really don’t support your choice of major and it has always hurt you.
“That’s why you are so anal about tyour grades?” Yoongi guesses, and he is right, so you just nod. He bites his lip in thought a moment.
“Well,” Yoongi takes your hand sensing how sad you really are about the subject, “You’re here now, and you’re doing what you love, and you seem to be balancing your studies with partying,” You roll your eyes at the teasing bit, “no but really you’re following your dreams, that’s a big win, and it makes you very brave for doing it.” he smiles reassuringly at you and you return it after a moment. His words actually do make you feel better and the weight of his hand around yours reassures you even more. He is right of course, you are studying what you want, and you are following your dreams, it is something to be happy about. 
“Thank you Yoongi.” You squeeze his hand lightly in thanks. 
“Don’t even mention it.” He squeezes back. “I’d like to read some of your poetry sometime, maybe they make good song lyrics too.”
“Really?” He nods at your question. You have thought about it in the past but overall you never actually tried writing songs, maybe you should try. 
“Okay, maybe that’s where my true talent lies.” You chuckle. 
“Hmmm,” Yoongi hums out, leaning back in his seat, looking at the rain that is a lot calmer now, the hail has also cleared up. 
“ I guess we should get home?” He words it as a question, and you kind of want to say no, you realise with a shock you want to keep it like this. No arguing or snappy comments, just talking. But you doubt it could ever truly be like that, Yoongi has made it clear he can’t stand you and wants this deal to be over so that he can be rid of you. So instead you pull your hand away and nod. 
He merely nods as well, the silence returns and he drives out from underneath the tree.
 You stare at your hand. You already miss the warmth of his. You shake your head, you can’t feel that way, you’ll only get hurt.  
You get out of the car as soon as it stops in the parking space. You don’t look back at the man following you to your floor, you don’t want to know how his face looks. Is he sad that you pulled away? Or is he relieved to be away from you? 
You rush through your door, closing it tightly behind you. Resisting the urge to look at Yoongi. You sigh as you sit on the floor. What on earth just happened?
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The music is loud and the cup in your hand is already empty again. You’re dancing chest to chest with one of your friends, you’re both screaming the words to the song playing. You came out with them tonight, Yoongi is going to some club with his friends leaving you to drive with yours. 
Your brain is right on that edge of being tipsy and drunk and you revel in the feeling, all your responsibilities and worries melted away by the alcohol. 
The next song comes on and taking that as your cue you scream to your friend that you’re going to the bathroom. She merely nods, drunker than you are and you leave the dancefloor heading up the stairs wonkily. 
Your legs are struggling to move but somehow with a lot of concentration you make it all the way up. 
You know the house well, having been to multiple parties here in the past. You walk to the bathroom. The door is open and the light illuminates the otherwise dark landing.
 You’re halfway there when a voice calls your name, making you turn around, the action causing you to lose your balance but you’re righted by the arms gripping you tightly. You look up, the face that greets you is not the one you want to see. His face isn’t as pretty, his eyes not as perfect and there is no gummy smile adorning his mouth. Instead, the face belongs to the football captain. You had once found his face the epitome of attractiveness and due to that, you have hooked up a few times.
He helps you stand on your feet again, but his hands don’t release your waist and after a minute you push away from him. 
“Hey, what are you doing?” He asks with a teasing edge to his voice, he’s always teasing, you used to like that as well. 
You shake your head at him. “I’m a bit too drunk for this.” 
You know what he wants, what he always wants but you do not feel sober enough to consent and honestly seeing him again now you’re having trouble pinpointing why you liked him so much.
“Ag no come on.” He pulls you against him again, this time with a bit more force, and you stumble, off-balance.
 You shake your head, uncomfortable in his arms. “Why don’t we go somewhere a bit more private?” He whispers in your ear, and you can smell the alcohol on his breath.
You shake your head again, more sober than you were a moment ago, all your instincts flaring up.
 “No, I really don’t want to.” You push him away again, this time walking past him as you do so. He however grabs your arm, your wrist being crushed as he drags you back.
“Come on, don’t be like that, I promise you’ll like it.” He is smiling at you, but it makes the hairs on your neck stand up.
“Let go, you’re hurting me.” You try to pull away, but he only holds on tighter, causing tears to spring to your eyes.
“Don’t be difficult Y/n.” He is tugging you further down the hall, his voice is impatient.
“Let go of me.” You try to release his grip on your arm by clawing at his hand, but it doesn’t budge. 
Instead, he pushes you to the wall, groping your ass, and slamming your head against the wall painfully. Your arm is pressed above your head, as he leans in, smiling at you, surveying the way you’re struggling to getaway. 
Your head is shaking from side to side as you kick and try to make him back off, but he is so much stronger than you, and when he grabs your face you can’t do anything at all. 
“Just relax it’ll feel good if you do.” He whispers before pressing his lips onto yours and sticking his tongue down your throat. 
His hand travels up your skirt and you try to push him away again, biting hard into his lip. The shock makes him release you and you run down the hall on wonky legs, but he grabs you again. He is outraged now and you’re shaking in his hold, tears streaming down your face. 
You’re about to be dragged back again when a voice has both your heads swinging to the stairs.
“What’s going on here?” Your friend is looking from your teary face to his hand clenching your wrist. 
“Nothing, just mind your own business.” Comes his authoritative voice, but you’re staring at your friend willing her to please help. She gets your signal because she steps closer.
 “Y/n why don’t you come down with me, everyone is waiting.” She looks at him when saying those last words, and you almost cry from relief when he lets you go. 
You don’t waste any time quickly walking down the stairs, your friend's arm around you guiding you down the steps.
As soon as you’re in the crowded room she turns to you, inspecting your face, frowning. “Are you okay?” she looks at your arm, but you pull it away, “Did he hurt you?” You merely shake your head, too stunned to speak, still in shock.
“Fucking bastard.” She says with a sneer, turning her head up to the landing, before turning back to your shaking form. “Do you want me to take you home?” Her face is soft and worried, and behind her you see her boyfriend waiting. You shake your head not wanting to inconvenience her.
 “It’s okay, I have someone I can call for a lift.” Your voice is shaky, and she frowns. 
“Are you sure? I can take you.” She insists but you shake your head again. 
“I’ll be okay, I just want to go outside to call him.” She follows you out and stands a bit away keeping you in her eyesight but giving you your privacy.
Your fingers are shaky as you press the call button, Yoongi’s number being at the top of your recent calls. Voicemail greets you again and again as you keep trying. You stare at your phone for a moment before pushing the call button again.
“Hi, Y/n” his voice greets you, and you let out a small sob in relief, “y/n is everything alright?” he asks clearly concerned and you shake your head, taking a shaky breath in. 
“Can you come pick me up please?”
Your friend waits with you until the car pulls up next to the curb. The driver gets out and walks over to you, his brow furrowing at your tear-stained face, mascara running down your cheeks. He gives you a hug when he’s close enough, and you let out little snivels into his chest. 
“Thank you Jungkook.” You whisper but he clearly hears you because he pulls away, his hair in a bun and big eyes assessing you, but he doesn’t ask the questions burning on his tongue. You appreciate that, not sure you can talk about it now. 
“Come on let me get you home okay?” You nod and he leads you to his car, opening the passenger door for you.
The drive back to your apartment is mostly quiet just filled with your snivelling once in a while and Jungkook’s worried stares. He turns to you fully when you’re stopped at a red light. The light is shining onto you both, giving the car a strange hellish look.Strangely appropriate.
 “Y/n, are you okay?” You feel your bottom lip quivering again so you bite it. You can’t speak so you just nod your head. 
“I don’t believe you. You’re stubborn but you never try to hide your emotions like this.” The red turns to green and he turns back to the road, the car moving again. He is much more serious than he usually is.
“I understand if you don’t want to tell me, and I’m glad you called me, I am, but I just want to know.” He looks at you before looking back to the road. “Why didn’t you call Yoongi?” He looks at you again, waiting for an answer, but you look out the window. 
You wipe away a tear and take a breath in. For the first time since you called Jungkook, you say something. 
“I tried.” You look down at your phone the time reading just past eleven. “He… he didn’t pick up.” Your voice cracks, but you swallow the tears down. You have to get a grip on yourself.
 Jungkook sighs, “I’m sorry Y/n, he probably turned his phone off after they went to his apartment.” 
He sounds very apologetic, but you can feel the numbness setting in now. Everything is drowned out but your brain catches onto something. 
“They?” You look at Jungkook who is pulling up in front of your building. He starts and realises what he said, he gulps and avoids looking at you. 
“Yoongi and a girl.” Jungkook cautiously looks at your expression, expecting to find rage there, that like always you’re going to storm in on Yoongi and fight with him and then you’ll calm down and probably have coffee. 
He doesn’t find that, instead, your expression holds something far worse. Nothing. You don’t frown or cry or look mad at all, that scares him.  
You feel the hurt mix into you along with the disgust and fear but it doesn’t rise at all. It doesn’t reach your eyes in the form of tears or your head in the form of rage. It just lies there, like everything dead and cold.
You thank Jungkook, an empty thank you, you want to hug him and tell him that you appreciate him so much, but instead, you can’t even muster a real smile for him.
The walk to your apartment is blurry and you don’t really register anything until Jungkook sets a cup of hot chocolate in front of you. He must have walked you up. He leaves after helping you put on a cardigan and saying that you can call him whenever you need something, anything.
You just stare at the black tv. 
You’re fighting, trying to keep the emotions away. Jungkook was right, you never hideaway your emotions. You cry when you’re sad and express your anger and irritation. You don’t pretend nothing is wrong when something is. So now when your body is trying to protect you, it feels strange and some part of you is seeking the emotions. Trying to wake them up, digging through the darkness they borrowed into. Another part is fighting against it, hiding it deeper away, knowing that if you find them it might be too much. You are aware however that there are three distinct emotions hidden.
The first is fear, the fear of what could have happened if your friend didn’t find you in time. The fear that suffocated you when that creep had pinned you to the wall, how helpless you felt.
The second is guilt. You feel guilty that you ever put yourself in that situation. Guilty that you drank so much and maybe you shouldn’t have worn such a short dress.
The third is hurt. Hurt that the person you had spent the past few weeks with trying to drive each other crazy had actually left you. Hurt that clearly you haven’t been getting as close as you thought. Hurt that the few weeks making the fighting and hate of the past year melt away was only clear to you. Hurt that he didn’t care and hurt that you’re realising that you care too much.
You’re struggling to keep it all away, sitting on the couch not moving. Not touching the hot chocolate because you know it won’t taste as good as his.
There is a knock at your door and for the first time since you moved in you use the peephole, just to make sure who is on the other side. As if you summoned him by thinking of his hot chocolate, Yoongi is standing outside your door. By instinct when you see him you open it.
He looks out of breath. His eyes are worried but the rest of his appearance makes the hurt bubble a bit.
His hair looks ruffled as if someone had been tugging at it. His silk shirt was clearly thrown on in a haste, the buttons not lined up with the right holes. 
You look at his face. His cheeks are a bit too pink, and his lips are swollen, and red. You’ve seen this look on too many men to know what it means and if you were able to feel right now you would be angry and sad.
“Y/n are you alright?” He is surveying your face, his eyes darting across it. “Jungkook called me, he said you asked him to take you home. That he…he was worried about you.” You just nod.
 “I’m fine.” You get the sentence out without letting the emotions you’re starting to lose a grip on follow it.
“Are you sure? You don’t look fine.” He is standing closer, and you wish he wouldn’t, his presence is making it harder not to cry.
“I’m sure I’m fine Yoongi, just go.” Your hand is searching for the doorknob to close it. Yoongi follows your arm movement confused when suddenly he gasps.
 “Y/n” he grabs your arm. At first, you think he is trying to stop you but you see he is looking at the purple bruised skin. Finger shapes clearly visible in the tender flesh. 
You stare at it. Suddenly the hallway is dark and you’re being pulled away, your arm is pressed above your head, and you’re completely helpless.
“Let go.” You scream, and as soon as the words leave your mouth you’re back in the doorway of your apartment, Yoongi staring at you in shock, his hand dropping from your arm immediately.
“Y/n, who did this.” His words are laced with rage. “Y/n,” He takes a breath in trying to calm down, trying to not scare you, “please tell me who hurt you.” You shake your head, cradling your arm to your chest.
“It doesn’t matter alright, just leave me alone.” You can feel the tears coming, your lip trembling and your nose burning. Yoongi however doesn’t turn and leave, instead, he takes a small step forward.
“Y/n I don’t know what happened, but why don’t we go inside hmmm?” His brow is furrowed in worry. “Why don’t you let me take care of you?”
You stare at him. You really want to give in. You can see yourself fall into his arms, see him carry you to the couch and hold you as you cry, telling you it’s going to be okay as you tell him what happened. You so badly want to tell him what happened and have him chase away the badness. You want him to make you hot chocolate, his hot chocolate that always makes you feel alright. You want to give in.
You’re close to doing so when your eyes catch on his shirt again, the bruise on his neck and you swallow. He isn’t yours to be comforted by. So, you take a step back, back into your apartment, your hand on the door. He watches you, waiting for you to let him in. Instead, you shake your head. 
“Leave me alone Yoongi.” He stares at you.
 “Y/n please…”
“Leave me alone!” The tears are finally breaking from their bonds and you’re screaming again, your emotions found. 
“I’m calling it off okay, this stupid deal, you can have the parking space, now just leave me alone and go back to whoever you were going to fuck tonight.” You swing the door closed. 
The hurt that was written on his face now courses through you as everything breaks. Everything that happened, that could have happened and what didn’t happen. 
You slide to the floor sobbing. The knocks at the door and your name being called, end only after a neighbour comes out to complain. When it does you return to the couch, picking up the cup of hot chocolate. 
You sob again because you were right, it doesn’t taste anything like his.
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Your boots crunch through the snow. The sidewalk is slippery and you walk carefully,  trying not to fall. You’re almost at your apartment building. As you pass the empty parking spot you look away. 
You haven’t spoken to Yoongi since that last fight when you called the deal off. You haven’t told anyone what happened that night, however, your friend with your permission did send in an anonymous complaint to the school board that is apparently being investigated. Your friend has also been very supportive and you have been working through everything over the past few weeks. However, you still feel guilty about how you screamed at Yoongi and in the same breath you also still feel hurt. 
You know you have no reason to feel hurt, it’s not like you were in a relationship with him. He is free to do as he pleases, and yet you can’t shake the betrayed feeling, no matter how hard you try. 
The parking spot was occupied by his car for a while but for the past few days, it has been completely empty. Your phone has also been ringing non-stop again.
The boys keep messaging and calling you, more intensely than before, but you have been ignoring them. You feel stupid for how you reacted but you’ve been feeling so numb you haven’t had the energy to deal with any of them. You have even been skipping classes you share with Jimin and Taehyung. 
Eventually, they stopped but a few days ago they started up again. You almost want to answer and ask them why, but you don’t, you’re way too stubborn for that. 
Yoongi however hasn’t called or messaged you once since that night and you understand why, but once again it hurts. You know you’re being just as stubborn as he is, and yet you feel like he messed up just as much as you have, he can at least try.
Your freezing hands struggle with the keys to your apartment. You hear a door open somewhere down the hall and instinctively you start moving faster, just in case it is Yoongi. You do not want to face him, you refuse to.
“Y/n?” You hear your name being called and you freeze, you hear hurried footsteps approach and you try harder to unlock your door. It swings open and you rush inside closing it. 
A hand catch it just before it closes. You stare as it opens to reveal a frowning Namjoon. 
“Why are you ignoring us?” He cuts straight to the point and you swallow guiltily. He steps into your apartment closing the door behind him. 
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”  You go on the defence, feigning ignorance.
Namjoon scoffs crossing his arms. “Please Y/n don’t try and play dumb we have been trying to call you.” 
“I must have missed your calls.” You remove your jacket and boots, trying to ignore his presence. 
Namjoon grabs your phone from your jacket pocket. You forgot to remove it before taking the jacket off. 
“Clearly.” He turns the phone to show the 40 missed calls from them, except Yoongi of course. 
“Listen Namjoon I thought you got the message when I didn’t answer,” You cross your arms staring at him now. You’re getting irritated. “I don’t know why you have started up again so drastically.”
“Because…” He starts but you cut him off.
“Besides I don’t understand why you are trying to call me, Yoongi can do it himself.” You glare at Namjoon. You’re not used to glaring at him, it feels strange. 
“We told him not to, to give you space,” Namjoon explains, and you frown for a second. If that’s true it makes sense why he didn’t call you beforehand, or why he hasn’t tried to visit. He takes what they say very seriously, you know that.
“Well, I still don’t understand why he can’t call now.” You argue, going back to glaring. If they all are so insistent to reach you now, why isn’t he part of them?
“Because..” Namjoon starts to answer but you interrupt him again.
“And for that matter, he lives five doors down, if you can come to visit me why can’t he?” You are angry now, not at Namjoon but at the stupid man who is probably at someone else’s house, doing god knows what. “And…”
“Y/n!” Namjoon interrupts you. You stare at him in shock. You’ve never heard Namjoon raise his voice, never mind at you. 
“Just listen please,” He says in his normal calm tone. “There is a good explanation for all of this.”
You nod for him to continue, still a bit in shock at hearing Namjoon scream.
“The reason why we’ve been calling all the time, and he hasn’t is because, well,” Namjoon pauses as if to brace himself before continuing, “  Y/n Yoongi was in a car accident a few days ago. He hit the ice wrong and crashed into a tree.”
You gasp, eyes huge in shock. “What!” All anger at Yoongi flies out of your body and intense worry and guilt take over. 
“Is he okay?” 
“When did it happen?”
You assault Namjoon with questions. Your breathing is coming too quickly, and you can feel tears running down your face as all the possibilities of what could have happened run through you.
“Wow Y/n, breathe” Namjoon holds you by the shoulders leading you to the couch where you sit down, still hyperventilating. You feel a panic attack coming on and Namjoon senses it too. 
“Hey, breathe with me okay.” You nod looking at him, “Deep breath in, and out.” You follow his breathing and soon you’re calming down, the tears lessen and your breaths come slower. 
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to react that way.” You sniff. Namjoon hands you a tissue, and you blow your nose. 
“It’s okay,” He soothes you. 
You look up at him, your eyes still shimmering with tears. 
“Is he okay Joon?” You are scared to hear the answer.
“Yeah, he’s okay,” Namjoon nods. 
“O thank god.” You let out a relieved and shaky breath. 
“He is in the hospital though, he broke his arm, and bruised a couple of ribs,” Namjoon informs you. 
You nod at the new information, glad that he isn’t hurt too badly. 
“He’s been asking for you,” Your head shoots up, “ that’s why we have been trying to reach you.”
You stare at him for a second, your mind reeling. You try to sift through the mess that is your thoughts but as a collective, they all say the same thing before becoming a mess again. You should go see him.
“Can I go see him?” You ask timidly and Namjoon smiles, his eyes scrunching up.
“I’ll drive.” 
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The hospital room is full of whispers as you approach it. You’ve never been in this hospital before so Namjoon had to lead the way. You follow him cautiously into the room stopping in the doorway. Yoongi is asleep on the bed, the rest is sitting around the him, only Jin and Hobi is missing but you guess they’re at the cafe.
“Maybe I should try to call her again.” Jimin whispers. 
“Jimin, maybe she just needs more time, you didn’t see her that night, she was so scared” Jungkook tries to deter him. 
“Yeah but Yoongi hyung isn’t going to stop asking for her, so we should just keep trying,” Jimin replies.
“I don’t know if she’ll come Jimin, she’s even been avoiding us,” Taehyung interjects. “Jin and Hobi hyung says they haven’t seen her in the cafe for weeks.”
At this point, you feel it’s a good time to make your presence known so you clear your throat. 
Everyone’s attention swivels to you, except Namjoon who is just gathering his jacket. 
“Y/n you came?” Jimin sounds like he is unsure about it. 
“Yeah, Namjoon found me and told me what happened.” You explain sheepishly, you shrink a bit under their stares. You’ve been ignoring them and they know that, they must think you’re an awful bitch. 
“ I’m sorry,” you blurt it out, afraid that if you delay it you’ll chicken out. “I shouldn’t have ignored you, I was just going through a lot.” You move further into the room, before continuing, “I know it’s not an excuse, but…”
“Y/n, it's okay,” Jimin interrupts your rambling. You shut your mouth frowning at him, why do they all look so forgiving. 
“Jungkook told us what happened,” Taehyung explains, but your frown deepens.
“I didn’t tell him what happened,” You stare at the boy in question. “How did you know?” 
He gulps under your stare. “Well, I didn’t exactly know but when the accusations against that guy came out, we put two and two together.” He shrugs, waiting for your response. 
Your mind reels, you feel embarrassed that they know, but truthfully you’re glad you don’t have to tell them what happened. But them knowing also means that the sleeping man on the bed probably knows as well.
“We’re sorry you had to go through that Y/n,” Namjoon says, comforting you, clearly speaking for them all because everyone nods, looking at you with sad eyes. 
“Thanks,” You nod in acknowledgement, “ I”m uhm…working through it.” You bite your lip not really looking at them. 
“Does he know?” you gesture with your head towards Yoongi. You look at them one by one while they shift uncomfortably. 
“Yeah, we told him,” Jungkook confirms and you merely nod. You should have known they would tell him.
“ Yeah he was angry,” Namjoon reminisces, you frown at him, “ We had to stop him from hunting the guy down.” 
“Really?” You tilt your head a bit to the side in confusion. 
“O yeah, we had to save Namjoon’s bonsais because he was screaming and throwing everything around,” Taehyung informs you and your eyes go wide. 
He screamed and threw things. You can’t believe it, in all the time you’ve known Yoongi he has never raised his voice, even when you were screaming at him, he never screamed back. You can’t even imagine it. You bite your lip in thought, looking at the sleeping man. 
“Come on guys let’s give her some space,” Namjoon says to the other three, shepherding them out of the room. You give him a grateful smile. He nods, giving you one in return.
Now alone you sit in the seat closest to Yoongi. You stare at his face for a while. He has a nasty cut on his lip and his cheekbone is blossoming with blue and purple hues. Yet he is still the most handsome man you have ever seen. His arm is in a cast and a sling, and the IV is pushing into his hand as he holds it at an awkward angle. You carefully take his hand, moving it so that it’s flat in yours. 
“ I’m sorry” You know he can’t hear you but you still feel like he should know. “ I’m sorry I yelled at you.” You stroke some of his fringe out of his face. “ I’m really glad you’re okay, and when you wake up you’ll probably be mad at me and I get that. But I just wanted you to know just in case I don’t get the chance to say it while we’re fighting.” 
“ You’re wrong,” Yoongi grumbles out. Ironic that those will be the first words he says to you in weeks. “ I’m not mad.” 
“Yoongi,” You gasp, “you’re awake.” He slowly opens his eyes, turning his face to you.
“Last time I checked yeah.” He smiles and you roll your eyes, but you can’t keep the smile off of your face. 
“It is so like you,” You huff out, “ Going to the extreme to win an argument.” 
“ Believe me this wasn’t my choice,” he retorts, “Besides this is technically your fault.”
You gasp. “Excuse me how is this my fault.” You can’t believe he is blaming you. 
“Because it was your week.” He smiles, squeezing your hand, and you immediately relax. 
“You are such an idiot.” You chuckle. He really is but seeing him again is making you regret ignoring him. 
He sits up, flinching but refusing your help.
“ Y/n,” He is sitting fully up right now and you look at him.
 “Hmm?” You hum showing him you’re listening.
“I’m sorry,” he is holding onto your hand tighter.
“For what?” You’re not being mean you’re genuinely not sure what he is apologising for.
“About a lot of things really.” He looks down at your hands. “ But mostly I’m sorry for not being there when you needed me to be. I hate myself for not picking up your call that night. an above all else I’m sorry you had to go through that.”He looks at you, his eyes are soft and begging for your forgiveness.
You swallow around a lump in your throat at the mention of that night. You’ve been wanting to hear this since then but now that you have, you realise you don’t really care that much. 
“It’s okay,” You look away from him. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” 
“ No, I do.” He swings his legs off of the bed so that he is sitting in front of you. The position reminds you vaguely of the one you were in, in his studio. 
“Yoongi maybe you should lie down.” You don’t think it is healthy for his injuries to sit like this. You reach behind him to find a pillow so he can lie down again. But he ignores you 
“ You know I really hated you.” You stop and stare at him. 
“What?” You are very confused, about where he is trying to take this conversation.
“ Yeah I did, you were a pain in my ass, always storming into my apartment and fighting with me,” He continues, it sounds like the words are bubbling forth like he can’t stop them.
“ And when Namjoon purposed this carpool thing I accepted because I was sure I could get you to give up, and never have to see you again. And you tried the same thing. I cursed you every time I had to go drop you off at your stupid classes or when you called me away from something important, I hated you even more.” You huff and cross your arms, is he really just going to remind you about how much he hates you.
“ But then,” He’s been staring off into the distance but now he meets your eyes. “Something changed. I don’t know how, I can’t pinpoint when it happened but suddenly calling you to come and get me wasn’t purely because I wanted to irritate you. Suddenly it was a way to see you. Of course, I didn’t admit this to myself at the time.” He shakes his head. You're frozen under his gaze waiting to hear where this is going. Your heart is beating faster.
“I was stupid, I tried even harder to ignore you, and to fight you, to hate you. But you made it so hard.” He takes your hand again, intertwining your fingers this time. “ I kept trying to find the things that I used to despise you for, but it got harder and harder to find them. I found myself being jealous of the rest of the boys.” You quirk your eyebrow up at this, not understanding. “I was jealous about how easily you talked to them, I wanted you to tell all your stories to me too, I wanted you to be as casually touchy with me too, fall into my lap when you laugh too hard.” 
He takes a breath, but when you try to say something he holds up his finger for you to wait. It’s clear he has been holding this in, and you’re honestly so entranced by him you don’t want to interrupt the story. 
“ I tried to drown those thoughts out of my brain, but the more I learned about you the harder it became.” He is leaning in closer to you. “ and I do know you, y/n. I know you hate your tennis talent because your parents made you play it. I know you prefer exactly two and a half marshmallows in your hot chocolate and that you write every poem by hand because it feels more authentic to you. I know that when you're sick you become a huge baby and that you like the colour purple because you couldn’t decide between blue and pink when you were younger.”
He is just a few centimeters away from you now, your noses almost touching. Your eyes flicker down to his mouth. You can’t believe he caught onto all these small things. The static in the air is back and you wait for his last words, waiting for what he is going to do. 
“I have been a fool Y/n,” he whispers the words, he’s so close you can feel the air on your lips. “but god I can’t keep kissing other people pretending that it’s you.”
He smashes his lips onto yours. You’re startled for a moment but then you melt into the kiss. He wants to pull away but you tangle your hands into his hair, pulling him closer. You feel him smile at your movements and he pulls you onto his lap. 
He pulls away, flinching from the pain in his ribs, and you stare at him in concern before he chuckles a bit, stroking your cheek. He doesn’t give you time to speak before he is pulling you down and kissing you again, a soft kiss. You reposition yourself, straddling him. 
You keep kissing him until you’re both out of air and even then when you pull away it is only a few centimeter. You can’t stop smiling, and you imagine you look just like him, grinning like an idiot, eyes sparkling. 
“ I’m sorry I shouldn’t have just…”
You cut him off by placing a soft, quick kiss on his mouth. 
“ I think you’ve apologised enough for one day.” You smile and he kisses the tip of your nose. 
“You know you stole my speech,” You say, and he frowns. “ I was going to say the same but you had to go first didn’t you?” 
“Is not, you’re lying.” He scoffs.
“ I am not lying.” You gasp.
“ You are.” He smiles.
“Is not.” 
“Is too.” 
“You’re an idiot.” You declare, pushing him on his non-hurt shoulder. 
“Yeah,” he nods in agreement. “But now I’m your idiot.” He grins, pulling you closer, wrapping his arm around your waist as he stares up at you. 
“Unfortunately.” You smile, leaning down. 
“Hey, that’s mean.” He pouts and you melt. That is definitely a weapon he is going to use way too often now. 
“ O hush and kiss me.” You say leaning down closer.
“With pleasure.” He smiles again before pressing his lips against yours. Your stomach explodes into butterflies. The first time you were shocked but now you can relish in the feeling of his lips on yours. They’re softer than you could imagine, and they mould perfectly with yours. You run your fingers through his slightly tangled hair. You lightly pull and he moans, causing you to chuckle into his mouth. 
He pulls away, your noses touching, smiling goofily. He looks perfect with his eyes staring into yours, his chest heaving against yours slightly out of air and his lips swollen. You’re just about to kiss him again when you hear a loud gasp behind you. 
“O my god.” You both look to the door, where Jungkook is standing with his jaw hanging open, before he groans. 
“Fuck, I owe Namjoon 40 bucks.” 
You and Yoongi look at each other a moment before you both burst out laughing.
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A/N: I hope you enjoyed, please let me know any feedback that you may have, this is my first one shot so I hope it was okay. Please consider liking and commenting. 
Love you guys 💜
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kim namjoon
a park date with namjoon, could there be a more perfect scene? you stride together while holding hands, gazing over the field to examine where the best spot is for your blanket, wanting to settle down before to watch the sunset together. you found it. the perfect spot, a flat patch of grass amongst the sea of daisies. you place the blanket down delicately before looking at each other petrified, realizing what had happened simultaneously. amongst all the trouble of wanting to make it before sunset you have forgotten the main article of a picnic. the picnic. he looks at you in panic. both of you have really underestimated your naivety. “i thought you had it” he speaks. “i swear i saw you take it out of the trunk” you stare back blankly. “wait here” he huffs, and you watch him sprint away through the field all the way back to the car. your car obviously. he becomes thankful for all the time he’s gone to the gym, improving his stamina all for this moment. he notices the sun lowering, panting as he sprints back to you, basket in hand. however he comes back to the sigh of you sprawled out on the blanket, one arm behind you head and a hand covering your face. picking a flower out of the ground he puts it behind your ear, snapping a picture to keep in his memories forever.
kim seokjin
“ok how long do we have to keep this on?” he smoothes the face mask around your delicate features. “thirty minutes jagi” he pushes a headband into your hair, lying down and patting his collarbone, knowing the way you like to nestle your head in the crook of his neck. he gasps dramatically at the coldness of your face, turning to the drama you are forcing him to watch. listening to the outro of the drama, he starts to sing along-liking it more than he was leading on. he looks at you, snoozing. he sighs, placing your head on the pillow behind you, peeling the mask off your face. “i can leave you like this my beauty” he jokes to himself. reaching to the bedside table to grab some more facial products. he applies the rest of your skincare, finding enjoyment in massaging all the creams into your face, chuckling to himself at the way your face squishes when he strokes his hands over it. poking your cheeks and squishing your lips, “my jagis cheeks are so cute” he appreciates, until he sees your eyes open, “what the hell are you doing?” you raise an eyebrow. “making sure your my world wide beauty” he sheepishly grins, and you push his face away “hey i just put on serum” he complains and you laugh, wrapping your arms around his torso and settling for bed on his chest. 
min yoongi
yoongi picks you up from work in the evening. you watch the surroundings out the car window, the speed at which darkness comes the closer it is to winter urges you to be hazy. “do you mind if i play some things im working on?” yoongi asks, and you nod eagerly, sat in a comfortable silence with him. you’re ready to give your opinion but your eyes digress, slowly closing and pressing your head against the window. he immediately notices, taking precautions to avoid every pothole to let you rest soundly. the car stops outside your shared apartment complex, and he looks at your pretty expression. he opens the car door, reaching over to unclip your seatbelt and gently lifting you up around him. he’d really only do this for you, carrying you bridal style throughout the whole building, in the elevator and through the hallway like a corpse. if you hadn’t forced him to introduce yourselves to all your neighbours they probably would’ve thought he had just kidnapped someone. he places you softly onto your bed, tucking you in and placing a soft kiss onto your forehead. you really bring out the soft side of him. you wake up a few hours later, only the dim desk light illuminating the room, “yoongi?” knowing he was in the room you still call out, for no other reason other than to say his name. he mumbles, you watch him scribble random notes on a piece of paper-probably lyrics. “i hope you aren’t saying my songs are so bad they put you to sleep”
jung hoseok
you drowsily waddle out of the shower in a bathrobe, your skin adjusting to leaving the warmth. your boyfriend hobi guides you with your hands on your waist, helping you sit down at the edge of your bed. “wait here” you watch him smile at you through half-lidded eyes, retrieving your hair drier and plugging it in. he runs his hands through your hair gingerly, focusing intently to do it the best he can, ruffling your hair at the front like he’s watched you do before. he glances at your face, the way its so relaxed-eyes closed and lips pouted. your the only person he knows that can sleep sat up right. he turns off the drier, squatting in front of you, “sunshine?” he whispers your pet name but you don’t respond. he takes in your face, studying it intensely, looking at your features. he takes his hand, smoothing his finger over your eyebrow, then moving it down the bridge of your nose, a small smile forming on his rosy lips, then caressing your cheek. he places a kiss on the tip of your nose, so softly and tenderly yet your eyes flutter open and you whisper a small “hobi?” he laughs quietly, the sound of his name coming out of your mouth awakening the butterflies in his stomach no matter how long you’ve been together. you wrap your arms around his neck and he engulfs you, ushering you further into your bed, tucking the duvet around you with love.
park jimin
one thing that brought the two of you is your love for going out, you like to let loose and spend a night forgetting the small inconveniences in your life with a night of dancing and unwinding with a few drinks, and you’ve been finding that going out together is way more fun than going out alone. it’s not uncommon for both of you to leave at the end of the night very drunk, curling up together in your uber home, both of your perfumes as well as the alcohol from your breath creating an interesting smell inside of the car. jimin takes your hand and leads you up to your apartment, watching you stumble from the doorway and onto the couch before bringing a hangover drink to you, only to find you dead asleep. he taps you on the shoulder a few times before sighing through his own drunkenness. “gosh jagi, what are you doing to me?” he mumbles under his breath, hurriedly rummaging through your draws to find a blanket and some fresh clothes. he gently places the blanket over your body to cover it, letting his hands find their way around under it. he unzips the back of your dress and pulls it down over your body before putting on the tshirt and shorts he found in your closet on you. he considers changing his own clothes, but deems himself too tired, instead wrapping his hands around your torso and sleeping soundly-not worrying about the terrible hangover both of you will have tomorrow morning.
kim taehyung
travelling with taehyung is difficult, because of a number of problems like the paranoia of forgetting something, or trying to slip away from the paparazzi unnoticed, but you love to do it. the only serious obstacle being the extreme exhaustion that hits you as soon as you step foot on a plane. maybe the turbulence lulls you to sleep, or maybe its the company. but when you see the lights shut off as the plane begins to take off, you take taehyung’s hand in your own securely and let your head leisure on his shoulder, dozing off. taehyung expects you to do so every time you fly together, however he can never get used to the way his shoulder becomes numb every time, and the way you insist to have the window seat only to fall asleep a millisecond later-making taehyung painfully side eye the window (half obstructed by your face) to see the view. a flight attendant would walk by every so often and he’d smile softly at her, placing his finger over his mouth and chuckling. taehyung, being the gentleman he is, never complains, in fact he greets you with a soft smile and a pat on the head when the plane announces its landing. “did you have a nice nap?” he asks, his comforting tone hiding the pure relief he feels of his shoulder finally being free, he rolls out the pain. knowing he’s willing to do it a million times more for you.
jeon jungkook
jungkook passes you the popcorn and you find your seats in the cinema, he always prefers the back seats so he can get the best view of the screen and you’re ready to see the latest marvel movie together. something about the way the chair supports your neck, and the buttons on the side that let you lower it so its horizontal entice you, your hands stay gripped onto the box of popcorn, feeling the pressure when jungkook reaches out to grab some, while your eyes stay closed. “hey are you watching? i think wanda is becoming the scarlet witch” he pokes your side and you mutter incoherently but he can see when the cinema screen glows red it illuminates your resting face. jungkook then insists on rewatching it when you get home, “you didn’t see half the movie” he complains, tugging at your arm like a toddler bugging their mother to buy them a toy, smiling as you give in, reaching for the pack of microwavable popcorn in the cupboard. “are you sure you want to watch it again? we watched it a couple hours ago” you ask, but he stands waiting far away from the microwave, sending you a thumbs up from across the room. “i want to analyse it”. he makes you sit next to him, upright and shoulder to shoulder like your posing for a school photo, to make sure you don’t fall asleep this time. and you don’t...for about forty minutes. you told jungkook you were just ‘relaxing your neck’ with your head on his shoulder, and that you were ‘still watching’ around five minutes before you were deep asleep again. maybe it isn’t the movie that’s making you sleepy.
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i wrote this fully on the tumblr app that is psychotic. also for any marvel fans i know multiverse of madness isn’t the latest marvel movie, its just the most recent one i watched-forgive me:)
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𝙃𝙊𝙈𝙀𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙂. | poly!ot7 military boys one-shot
Author's note: since it's jinnie's birthday today, i figured that i'd post something that involved him finally. i really wanted to do something poly for them and thought that this was a perfect scenario! i hope you enjoy. remember that requests are open!
Seokjin stood outside his front door, heart pounding with a mix of excitement and melancholy. He had just returned from his military enlistment, eager to reunite with his beloved boyfriends. But as he reached for the doorknob, a wave of sadness washed over him. He had forgotten that they too had enlisted, leaving him alone during their absence.
With a heavy sigh, he stepped inside, the familiar scent of home surrounding him. The silence echoed through the empty rooms, a stark reminder of the void that had been left behind. He wandered through the house, memories of their laughter and love haunting him at every turn.
As he entered their shared bedroom, Seokjin's eyes fell upon the neatly made bed, untouched since his departure. The sight tugged at his heart, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He missed the warmth of their bodies, the sound of their voices, the touch of their hands.
Just as the weight of loneliness became unbearable, a soft sound caught his attention. He turned around, his eyes widening in surprise. There, standing in the doorway, were Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook. They were all dressed in their military uniforms, smiles bright upon their faces.
Seokjin's breath caught in his throat, happiness flooding his chest. "You're here!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief and joy.
Namjoon, his leader and pillar of strength, stepped forward, his eyes brimming with love. "We couldn't let you come home to an empty house, Jin hyung. We missed you too much."
The others nodded in agreement, their faces glowing with affection. Yoongi, the calm and collected one, spoke softly. "We enlisted to serve our country, but that doesn't mean we forgot about you. You're the center of our world, even when we're apart."
Seokjin's heart swelled with love, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I thought I would be alone, but you've given me the best surprise. I love you all so much."
Hoseok, the sunshine of their lives, enveloped Seokjin in a warm embrace. "We love you too, Jinnie hyung. And now that you're back, we can make up for all the time we missed."
They spent the day celebrating Seokjin's return, laughter filling every room. They cooked together, sharing stories of their time apart, reveling in the simple joy of being together again. In their polyamorous relationship, their love knew no bounds, and it was evident in every touch, every glance, every word.
Namjoon, the wise and gentle soul, held Seokjin's hand, his voice filled with promise. "We might have been physically apart, but our hearts were always connected."
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow upon their faces, they gathered in the living room, bodies intertwined on the couch. Seokjin leaned against Namjoon's chest, Yoongi's fingers gently caressing his hair, Hoseok's laughter filling the air, Jimin's touch tracing patterns on his arm, Taehyung's mischief shining in his eyes as they relaxed side-by-side, and Jungkook's soft humming echoing in his ear.
Seokjin closed his eyes, savoring the blissful moment, feeling the love radiate through every fiber of his being. In their arms, he had found his solace, his sanctuary. Together, they would face every challenge, overcome every obstacle, and create a future filled with love and togetherness.
As the night settled around them, Seokjin whispered, his voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you for this beautiful surprise. Coming home to all of you is the greatest gift I could ever receive."
Namjoon's voice carried the weight of their collective love, his words sealing their bond. "You are our home, Seokjin, and we'll always be here to welcome you with open arms. Our love knows no boundaries."
And as they basked in the glow of their reunion, Seokjin knew that no matter what the future held, they would always find their way back to each other. Their love, resilient and unbreakable, would guide them through the darkest nights and into the brightest dawns. Together, they were a symphony of love, a testament to the power of their interconnected hearts.
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icravebooks · 1 year
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Bangtengers
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Ot7x reader
Genre: superhero au, poly rlsp, Marvel Avengers au, comedy is the main genre
Summary: it's just a normal day as a superhero, a normal day of alien invasion, a normal day of close to death experience, a normal day of bickering during fight, a normal day at being manhandled by your seven superhero boyfriends.
Warning: there's mention of past traumas, talk of losses, angst, gore, talk about death and fight, a bit of sexual talks and reference, and absolute silly talks.
Side note: this is kind of an Avengers inspired oneshot that randomly popped up in my brain, there will be refrences to some of the Avengers related descriptions but it's brief so you don't have to a marvel fan. It's just pure out comfort fic for me.
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There's a saying that even in the greatest of calamity there is a blessing hidden. Like one must face the worst of there fears to get back to the world with a renowned soul that breaths fire and knows how to tame the situation which would have been dier for the older self.
The blessing that came from the calamity also knows as the chitauri attack was that the world got their superheroes, who defeated the alien army lead by a mind controlled Loki.
Well it didn't exactly turned out good one would say but yeah..that might have worked to some point. Leave behind the normal consequences and as we all know War always leaves behind destruction, new problems and nightmares. Nightmares that can't be shaken off.
But some nightmares are actually good, like the unknown attack brought to face the potential threat of dealing with other worldly being which lead to the world in accepting their heroes for good.
The bangtengers like how yoongi aka iron man had suggested after some thought, the orginal plan by SHIELD was Avengers but yoongi said that the name should sound interesting something that would leave people saying cool.
Like they say what is kept in the name so everyone else agreed, what matters in actuality is the teams job and that typically shitty line that with great power comes great load of bullshit. So yeah it was pretty much normal superhero stuff.
As normal as a sudden attack by some alien jet..
"Remind me again what were you trying to do?" You can hear the mock in namjoon's tone through your intercom, as you ran full speed towards the purple alien guy and body smashed him. "I was just trying to communicate okay!" Yoongi defended himself as flew from top of you, you would have added in a comment but your mouth was currently busy in chanting a mind control spell on the alien, the familiar crimson light igniting from the tip of your fingers and tracing a wave pattern towards the guys brain which was disgustingly visible through that transparent skin of his, yikes!, It didn't take even a second before he was knocked unconscious with a painful grunt. Well if you got in this mess for yoongi wanting to game some information about aliens, you would rather be of help.
"Well they definitely don't want to talk." An almost panting hoseok ran past you making you look up in the direction he was heading, you raised in silent question to his run opening your mouth to ask him about the obvious rush in his features. Doing quick work of jumping back onto your feets, a sudden blast on the side hoseok just ran from turned your attention to the direction to see a visible struggling 95's duo who were currently trying to take down one of those gaint Hulk sized monster. Speaking of Hulk it's about damn time hoseok did some real work instead of keeping up the act of 'we can handle this without the big guy.'
You raised two of your fingers up in the air as the monster charged in taehyung's direction who visible braced himself for the upcoming damage but before the monster could smash your partner a red sheild of fog surrounded him, the monster looked just as confused as your friend who slowly turned in your direction to look at you with realisation, you just winked back before the fog surrounding the monster grew thicker and he started to choke, his hands came automatically to his throat strangling his own self before he vanished into thin air. "Where to this time?" Jimin's laugh following those words turned your attention to him to see him fighting against one of the kinds you just knocked unconscious, a smirk appeared on your face on realising what jimin was talking about.
when ever you teleported one of the opponents it was either an isolated island or a desert or antartica, once you had tried teleporting one of the attackers to some other planet but it had kinda backfired and like wisely you had found yourself unconscious with a headache that you could feel for three days straight. After that incident you mostly tried to play safe, the guys had been super worried about you after that one incident, so you had no choice on trying to expand the range of your power.
Your thought about saying wonderland but before you could even word out a single syllable your heart missed a beat , the ground trembled beneath your legs a visible vibration radiating from the ground making your blood run dry, the sudden shift in the wind made you look up to see a large spaceship almost the size of the SHEILD helli carrier roaring high in the sky. Honestly you were partially glad that you had already taken care of the civilians and that this area was already declared a war zone. But just because you were superheroes didn't mean you didn't value your life or the life of your friends, the thought of any of them getting hurt was not something you could afford, they were the family you as an orphan had the chance to have and you wouldn't let some shitty alien ruin it.
"you deserve a pat on the shoulder with a chair for this yoongi." The obvious irritation in jimin's voice made you want to laugh bitterly but you couldn't agree more with him, he was right, genius or not yoongi was a dumbass bitch. And someone needs to do something about that lab of his, "i swear tintan the moment I get home I am going to blow up that genius lab of yours." You finally let go of the little amount of patience you had developed in the last three years, rage wasn't something you wanted to get used to but right now the adrenaline rush felt all to familiar. The crinkling sound of glasses cracking and the view of all the windows of the building in front of you shattering had jimin and taehyung exchanging quick glances before they walked towards you, well jimin did walk taehyung used his speed ability and within the blink of an eye he was infront of you and within next blink he was hugging you trying to distract you from the situation. All the members knew that you had traumas, traumas of losing your family right in front of your eyes and the simplest idea of anyone dying was enough to let you be blinded by rage.
"Guys incoming from three o'clock." Jungkook's voice brought you back from being drowned by the enchanting trance of taehyung's hold, you pulled away slightly giving a quick nod to taehyung to let him know that you were okay, taehyung didn't seemed to trust your answer but he still reluctantly let you go before you both turned in the direction jungkook had just pointed out to you all as he came swinging from behind one the tall buildings, Spiderman webbed swing his way to where you three currently were.
"I will handle that." Namjoon's voice sounded almost out of breathe and you were already signalling to them that you will go help him,
"if you guys don't kill me after this, how about we go to that shawarma joint--"
"No! And whose to say you will make it out of here alive??" The obvious frustration in hoseok voice had you cackling as you ran past him this time, purposely bumping your shoulder in his who was currently standing infront of the pile of three unconscious or dead bodies, you could see the way he was about to rip of your head before he realised it was you not one of the guys messing with him.
You blew him a quick flying kiss distracting him enough that he didn't notice the crimson smoke typing around his feet like a rope before his legs were rugged from beneath him and with a girly scream hoseok was gone. You didn't stayed back to watch him turn into the big guy but knowing Hulk it would be three seconds before he would be jumping to your side and just at the count of the familiar shaking of the ground with the loud thud and the Hulk scream.
"Woah now who let pea brain sized green ass out?" Jin voice was followed by the sudden lifting of you from the ground, the transition was too fast for your brain to have proper time to react, you blinked looking at the ground becoming foreign to your figure as you were currently being held in the arms of none other than the lightning man of your group, "i warned you about this jin." You grumbled while you narrowed your eyes at him who winked at you totally unaffected, "I am just helping you." You knew there was a silent, 'but you must return the favour next time.' in that statement, that was enough for making you roll your eyes. The familiar crackling of thunder filling the already noisy environment as he leaned in and stole a quick kiss, his lips sealing your while you were trying to grumble out a protest.
"Fare trade." He whispered mischievously pulling away as you looked into that familiar black eyes of his, the look in them reminding you of Loki, they weren't blood related but the way you could see the traces of being siblings briefly in their action made you heart sink, "if you could put side that flirting not that there's any rush but we are in a bit of a pickel down here." The sarcasm in namjoon''s voice was so
Thick it made you internally cringe, you looked down to see him glaring right back at you both, the parental look in his eyes making you let out a sheepish grin before you saw that they were being cornered by aliens that were heading in there direction from every corner.
"Jin a thunder strike would be really kind of you." You commented turning your eyes from the crowd to the man infront of you, "as the lady wishes." The overly drawled words had you wanting to roll your eyes but you were grateful for the thunder nevertheless that fell down in circles a few inches away from namjoon, who jumped back in order to avoid the lighting knowing exactly well that it was on purpose hence the death glare in namjoon's direction was acceptable.
"Opps?" There's wasn't even a single ounce of guilt in Jin's tone as he lowered you both to the ground and the moment your feet touched the ground you were snatched from the between the men in a rush of wind, you were about to curse taehyung for the sudden counter but your words died down on your tounge when he came to a stop before jungkook who was currently trying to web an alien to the statue of some recognised public figure.
"20° angle jimin." Taehyung shouted as you both turned to see jimin struggling against a shit load of aliens, "fuck you yoongi." You hissed raising your hands in the air and letting the energy flow through you, "after this mission babygirl." Yoongi's unaffected remark only added to your words had your pissed mood doing a hundred and the energy flow just seemed even more powerful, you lifted your hands in the air and the aliens advancing in on you guys all froze in there spot. Jimin turned to you for signal and you didn't take even a second before nodding your head.
"I would recommend earplugs but I don't think we have that.." jimin trailed off just as taehyung speeded around handing everyone earplugs, since you were trying to hold back a whole shit load of aliens taehyung helped you with the earplug making sure to ask you if they were secure enough and once you nodded clearly not able to hear a single word he said, taehyung gave jimin a thumbs up who turned his back to you guys, you saw how his shoulders stiffened and you wanted to move forward and comfort him but you were currently holding back the aliens so that was kinda hard.
You waited for jimin to do his work, taehyung's warm hand around your waist kept you anchored to the awake world as you watched jimin with anticipated breathe, just like that you felt the pressure of the fight from the aliens that you were holding back reducing drastically, you eyes bouncing off from jimin's back to watch as the alien fought against their own people, the horror of them killing their own kind making you want to tremble and shut your eyes tight but you couldn't do that, you couldn't even look away as they pierced each other's body with their blade swords.
It was straight out bone chilling but you couldn't stop thinking about jimin, you knew what effect using his power to do this had on him but almost always he had to use them, it wasn't always sunshine to be a superhero.
The moment you saw jimin dropping to his knees you let the hold on the aliens go and rushed your way to jimin, "fuck yoongi for this." Jimin mumbled jokingly as you lowered yourself next to him, he sent you a half smile trying to hide the wobbling of his bottom lip, you smiled gently at him reaching forward and lacing your fingers with his trembling one's, "thanks for the offer jimin but y/n already booked me for the day." Both you and jimin rolled your eyes hearing yoongi's reply as you leaned in and placed a quick kiss on jimin's cheek.
"Umm guys there's more coming." Jungkook sounded so confused saying that and partially frustrated, you had to hold back a groan at the information as you helped jimin up, "ugh give me a fucking moment to breath." You heard taehyung growl through the intercom as you watched him speed past you both to help jungkook with the alien that was currently pinning him down, you could hear the distance sound of thunder in some distance from you probably a few buildings away and the familiar sound of yoongi's suit.
"Okay guys enough playing around let's get this shit done." You heard namjoon bark out as you sent a limping alien crushing straight into the hardware store. "Yoongi any free clearing for proper battle nearby?" Namjoon questioned as he appeared from behind the alley of one of the bookstores signalling you all to follow him.
"Two stores and a left." Yoongi's answer was brief as you all navigated your way to the clearing, it was weird that a bunch of superhero were walking the streets like a kid exploring his new neighbourhood. "Has anyone seen Hulk?" It didn't even take a second before the all too familiar shout filled the air turning all of your attention to the spaceship which was tilting oddly, you saw a few black dots falling from the ship knowing exactly well what they were.
"When did he even get there?" You questioned know one in particular, you were quite amused to see Hulk doing his work so well, and it wasn't just you who found it amusing because you could hear the thoughtful hum of the others who had also stopped walking and were right now looking at the spaceship being taken down single-handedly by hoseok.
"I am bringing party." Yoongi's urgent voice had all of you exchanging glances before everyone ran to where yoongi had asked you all to be, and true to his words yoongi was heading you way with a whole swarm of small alien jets chasing after him and on narrowing your eyes you saw that there was a crowd of them running your way too, "just what did you tell them yoongles." Jin's comment was really showing his curiousity, "atleast not that i am looking forward to banging their wives." Yoongi's comment had you all scoffing as everyone braced themselves for the fight.
"Bang it vengers!" Jungkook shouted from behind as he shoot his web on a near by tree and moved forward to strike at the aliens, "it was supposed to be assemble." You heard Jin complain as you all charged at the crowd, taking down as many as you could. "Remind me again to never let yoongi watch Bollywood movies." You commented as you kicked one of the aliens before sending them flying with a quick flick of your wrist, "hey! It was not the movie."
"Oh please you watch Krish and suddenly you wanna see if you could talk to aliens."
"Now that makes sense to me." Namjoon chimed in as his shield came flying to cut an alien throught that was advancing in on you from the side, you gave a quick nod before moving forward and letting your fingers lift up as the Hulk sized monster got raised in the air, "so is the shawarma plan still on?" Yoongi questioned as he flew down to stand beside you, blasting an alien advancing in on you, "what do you mean by still?, I never agreed to it in the first place." You calmly retorted side eyeing him before turning to deal with the Hulk alien who was struggling against your restrain of crimson fog, poor soul.
You heard the blasting of Yoongi's energy blasters, before the very usual series of wae's he uses to make you give in to his requests, "i don't see one good reason for you rejecting this offer." Yoongi challenged as he turned his whole attention towards you, the mask of his suit flying open to show that obvious pout on his lips, you rolled your eyes fighting away a smile. Scoffing you twirled your index finger in a circle the alien going full circles along with the direction of your fingers, "please I could give seven good reasons." You challenged back with a smug stare, risking a glance over you shoulder at the men behind you.
"Hey!"
"I don't see why I am being dragged in this!"
"What do you mean by I it should be we tae!"
"I didn't speak last time!"
"And I didn't even eat!"
You laughed at the way all the complains came flying your way while you guys combated against your opponents, yoongi knocking two of the aliens and blasting a hole through one of them, jin flying around striking thunderbolt and choking one of the Hulk sized alien, jimin taking down three of the aliens one knocked down with a punch to his gut while a knife was still slitting his throat open, the glint in his eyes was of pure menace, it was moments like this you could see the damage he got as an assassin. The other was still holding onto the blade that was pierced right at the top of his heart another was next to him with his dead eyes staring at you directly, his mouth agape as blood spilled from it.
"You know it's moments like this.." taehyung trailed off with a heavy breathless grunt snatching your attention away from jimin to taehyung who was currently visible just like a blur of monotoned blue and gray going around in zig zag followed by the fall of alien who he passed. You shook your head with a smile turning your attention back towards the aliens advancing towards you, you held your grounds against them going into hand to hand combat with one of them as you advanced towards them and striked him with your silver dagger that you always carried around.
"I rethink if I should have taken farming serious instead." Taehyung completed his statement while you kicked the alien in his shin turning a good 360 on your left heel and bringing your another feet to collide with the jaw of another of the alien on your side, you chuckled hearing taehyung's statement, "sounds fair to me." Namjoon chimed in agreement to taehyung's previous comment while you watched him fight one of the aliens, the whole Team was trying to take down the mess as quick as you could.
"Farming in the day coming home by evening and then spending the rest of my day with y/n and our kids." The dreamy tone of taehyung's voice made you laugh out in disbelief while you heard the other guys mutter out their agreements, "I don't get what I am doing in this 'regrets of my life' preach of yours." You snorted wipping your the blade of your dagger clean of the green blood with the khaki shirt of the alien.
"Come on love, you know what you are doing there." Taehyung smugly retorted back followed by the strong breeze of wind when he passed from beside you not forgetting to place a quick peak to your right cheek, you didn't fight back the smile instead restarting to bite the inside of your cheek, "you met me because of this whole SHEILD thing tae." You reasoned with him sighing exhausted with the whole fight thing.
"Oh don't be ridiculous, I would have met the love of my life one way or the other."
The series of ohhs from the guys had you rolling your eyes while you tore apart a few aliens with the flick of your fingers, "and I thought jimin was the best with words." You heard jungkook tease from behind you, turning around you came in face to face with him well a masked him, "wanna fly?" The suggestion sounded pleasing consider just how exhausted this whole fighting was making you feel, "you don't basically fly." That earned you a grunt but before jungkook retort or do something a loud thud sounded from inches behind you making you close your eyes and purse you lip as you waited for the next move.
"Dolls mine." You had to stop a surprised yelp when Hulk growled behind you, eyes shooting open to see Spiderman backing away with his hands raised in surrender, you turned around giving out a sheepish smile to Hulk while you did a timid way at a very pissed hoseok aka Hulk, you could hear an alien advancing on Hulk from the side but he didn't even move his eyes away from you as he punched the alien square in the face. You held back a hiss at the thud of the alien falling, "you tricked me." He grumbled advancing in on you as he started to get smaller in size the spandex material of his suit shrinking to get to hoseok's size.
"It's tripped not tricked." You corrected grinning innocently at hoseok who rolled his eyes pulling you in for a kiss, his lips crashing with yours while his arms circled around your waist, the sound of screams and bones drowned away with the feeling of hoseok's warmth around you, you were partially glad that hoseok was still in control of Hulk or let's just say it takes a lot more convincing and sweet talking to get Hulk to relax, not that he has ever tried to hurt you.
"Can you guys do this later, I have an assignment due tomorrow for goodness sake." Jungkook's complain came in from beside you both making you pull away from hoseok with a slight pant, eyes still fixed on his while your faces were inches apart, "you should be thankful you are so cute." Hoseok rasped giving you a pat on the small of your back before he pulled away turning to jungkook with a scowl adoring his features.
"We are almost done I guess." Jin spoke as he came down to stand beside you both, "shawarma--" "no yoongi we ain't going." You didn't miss a bit to disagree as pushed the boys away seeing namjoon struggling against a squad of aliens, his shield was thrown on a five feet distance from him while the aliens were holding him down, "give me one damn--"
"One, the last time we went there you tried to buy the shawarma place."
A red wave of energy sent the aliens flying away from namjoon and his shield was brought closer to him by another wave of red.
"Yes but-"
"Two Jin caused an almost short circuit."
"That was by mistake!"
"Happened none the less. Third namjoon broke a whole set of their new cutlery."
Namjoon sent you a sheepish smile before throwing his sheild at one of the alien coming from infront of him.
"That why I tried to buy the-"
"Four jimin feel down the chair thrice and later broke the chair blaming it was defaulted."
"It was defaulted!"
"Five taehyung went inside the diners kitchen which was a staff only area."
"I needed a spoon"
You huffed breathless as you took down another of the alien, just how many of those were in that wrecked ship.
"Six Hoseok left a Hulk sized whole in the diners wall."
"It was the other guy not me!"
"Seven jungkook tried to web the wall."
"I was trying to help!" Jungkook reasoned sounding whiny as you scoffed turning the neck of the alien that you had in chokehold on, the crack sound of bone followed by the spill of blood of his mouth signalled the death of him as you let him go, "yeah like I wouldn't have noticed the difference, i went to the restroom for like five minutes and you guys did a whole show in there." You scolded them walking to where they all were fighting the last of the remnants.
"Anyone wants anymore reasons?" You directed your question at yoongi as you kicked one of the alien advancing from behind him, "i would rather stay quite." Yoongi grunted throwing you a quick glance before he turned away punching an alien with all his might, or the suits might.
"Can we be quick i have an assignment on theoro dynamics to complete."
"Me too."
"What a coincidence!"
"We are literally in the same year, doing the same course, in the same uni kook."
"Oh excuse for being an optimistic on this shitty ocassion"
"Your are excused." You threw back no missing a beat as you threw one of the alien in his direction using your power while he moved out the way letting the alien strike against the concrete wall.
"Guys can't you be quick, i don't want to stay up late finishing that assignment." You whined dodging another extraterrestrial with a shield of your energy way in front of you.
"Who allowed the kids to tag along for this mission in the first place?" Namjoon sounded really curious and partially parent like with that tone but all you felt was annoyance.
"They would have sneaked in the jet even if we left them at h--"
"Jin.."
"What I am trying to say is that they are sneaky as fuck so--"
"I told you not to again"
"Okay fuck it, i told them about the mission." Jin shouted from behind you somewhere making you snicker as you heard the guys bickering over it, "i can't do this anymore." Jimin announced followed by taehyung piping in, "there not much I and yoongi will take care of this you guys can go back to base." Namjoon suggested giving jimin a quick glance who nodded his head.
You looked at the guys who started to leave one by one while the duo who agreed on staying back dealt with the last of your enemies, "i can sta--" you didn't get to complete the sentence when jimin came forward sweeping you off your feets and into his arms before he placed you on his shoulder.
"Hey this isn't fair." You protested squirming as he secured you with a hand on your waist, you could see hoseok and jungkook snickering looking at you.
"You ain't staying back angel."
"Nice ass sweetheart."
"Fuck you hoseok."
"Gladly."
"Aww not without me."
"Urghh you guys are insufferable."
"No we are bangtengers."
"Your humor sucks Jin."
"Not as good as you suck us off."
"I hate you guys."
"We love you princess."
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jvngkook97 · 2 years
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Let’s Make Some ✨Bad Decisions✨ Teaser
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synopsis; you’ve been the good girl your entire life, and like the title suggests – it’s time to make some bad decisions. OR what happens to a fangirl that comes a day early to a BTS concert and gets blessed with the company of seven idols. who would’ve known that they could be such a bad influence?
pairing; ot7 x fangirl!reader
genre; angst, fluff, humor, idol au, concert au, fangirl au
warnings; TBD but a whole lot of fuckery will commence so beware
rating; 21+ MINORS DNI
w/c(teaser); 621
a/n; this is heavily inspired by the ‘bad decisions’ music video, so if you haven’t already – I would highly suggest watching that before reading this. it would help you understand some aspects of this fic and you would support BTS. win-win situation, no?
networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @btshoneyhive, @kflixnet
Tonight was the night, you were finally going to see your boys back on the stage and you couldn’t be more hyped. The six hour car ride to Los Angeles had your butt sore, but the moment you parked at the venue and stepped out onto the same exact asphalt the boys would as well once they got off their tour bus, did you feel rejuvenated.
Staring at the enlarged venue made you feel small, yet you’ve never felt more big. You’ve waited months for this moment, ever since you bought the pre-sale tickets in advance. You had your hottest outfit on, your BTS bomb in hand, as well as the sign you made stuffed underneath your arm. Your BTS styled fanny pack was secured around your waist that carried the essentials – your ticket, your keys, your wallet, your phone.
You were ready.
All that was missing was one thing.
Where were the people? The other cars? The long lines of ARMY that you anticipated chatting with to share your enthusiasm on all that is BTS related to pass the waiting time?
A lone janitor could be seen not too far away from the archway of the entrance into the venue, wet mop in hand as he furiously scrubbed at a questionable stain on the otherwise nearly spotless concrete floor. His head looked up as he heard your footsteps close in on him, one brow raising in surprise at your appearance.
“What are you doing here? Can I help you?” His voice was stern, but not rude.
“Is this the venue for the BTS concert?”
He shifted to leaning against the length of the mop, his head tilting in confusion.
“Yes?”
His demeanor had you suspicious, but you tried not to let it get to you. Instead, you kept your friendly smile on and asked him another question.
“Good. Perfect. But where is everybody else?”
A sigh escaped his lips, and he chuckled to himself as he shook his head side to side.
What was so funny?
“Ma’am, the concert isn’t until tomorrow. You arrived a day early.”
Your eyes widened in disbelief, mouth falling open in shock as you took a step back at the sudden realization. Letting the fan sign fall surreptitiously to the floor, you dug into your fanny pack until you found your ticket.
You held it up with shaking hands and read the date and time that you were so sure you had right about it being today.
Apparently, you were wrong.
The janitor was correct, the concert wasn’t today—
—It was tomorrow.
But, wait. What was that?
Picking up your fansign, you stepped around the janitor to get a better view of the stage where you’re from. You were pretty far, but you swore that you saw some kind of movement on stage. Squinting your eyes in hopes of it actually doing something, you let out a gasp as you do see someone. Or rather, seven someones.
No. Fucking. Way.
The intro for ‘Yet to Come’ began to play, and not too long after did a voice of a literal angel blare through the speakers and reverberate throughout your entire body in pleasant waves.
Jeon – motherfucking – Jungkook in the flesh.
A wide smile split across your face, eyes beginning to get watery, yet you pushed the tears down in favor of the determination that bubbled within you begging to be let out.
In a split second, your rebellious side burst through the surface and shoved the goody two shoes in you out of the way. Before you knew it, your sneakers were pounding against the floor as the janitor shouted words of warning at your fleeing back.
It was time to make some bad decisions.
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s2teteco · 5 months
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PAPER HEARTS (jungkook ff)
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You were finally able to unpack the last couple of boxes that were sitting in your coat closet from your recent move. Dusting off the tops and cutting the tape along center you pull the side flaps open and inside lies a bunch of old pictures. You came to realize that sifting through this box would take a while so you grab a mug and fill it with your favorite tea before starting. You sigh as you drag the box to your couch to be more comfortable. "Okay let's start."
You pull out each stack of photos one by one carefully examining the memories you captured. As you near the end of the box you come across a picture with 'My Love' written on the back in a familiar handwriting. You flip over the photo and see you and your ex boyfriend, Jungkook, posing and smiling together. He gave you this picture the same day the two of you broke up.
Jungkook was your first and so far only love and dating him seemed to fly by. Even though you dated for two years it only felt like 6 months. Every second you were with him made you happy. So why did you break up? His career and your career paths began to clash. He's a rising idol and you were an extremely busy college student.
You barely had time from each other, even though you tried your best to see one another it just wasn't working. And the final thing that made you both realize it was time for your relationship to end was when your school offered a study abroad program to you so you could finish the last two years of school in a different country and start an internship there.
[Flashback]
"You don't have to go," Jungkook says, squeezing your hands tightly.
"It just makes sense Jungkook. We are drifting apart. As much as I don't want that to happen, it just is."
"I don't want to lose you, but you know I'll support you in everything you do," he brushes your tears away and you just simply nod your head, burying your head into his chest.
[Flashback Ends]
You grab the last few photos that you had with him. Slowly studying them as you tried to remember all the good times. It's been a while since you have seen these photos and a lot of these memories have sadly started to fade away.
You hated having him only through these small sheets of paper. You flip through the photos and didn't realize you were crying until a black drop fell onto one of the pictures. You wipe your eyes spreading your already wet mascara. "I guess I miss you more than I thought," you force out a small chuckle.
Flipping through these memories made you think about what Jungkook was up to these days. Even though you told each other you'll stay in contact it didn't quite turn out that way. You were both just way too busy. But I guess that not really a valid excuse now is it? If you truly loved someone you would try your best to make time for them.
"I hope you find someone to love you more than I did," tears trickling down your cheeks and landing on the remains of your broken memories.
[Jungkook's POV]
"I miss you (Y/N)." He holds the picture of the two of you close to his chest before falling asleep.
I attempted to use the lyrics from Paper Hearts, but I don't know how well it turned out. Anyway, hope you like it!
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sopejinsunflower · 1 year
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a/n: I had this idea while entertaining the thought of writing a fic as a bunch of letters instead of the usual narration. But since I’m focused on writing Eidolons now, I decided to change it up a bit. For those who read all of my individual member’s one shot, you will know that none of them had any resolution. So here is a sort of closure to those one shots, written in the form of letters. I put it under OT7 because, well, technically they are? So before you read this one, I suggest you read the one shots first or these won’t make sense lol
Summary: The members wrote a letter to you in regards to their individual stories on my one shots. Unedited
Tags: AU! Short imagines, angsty, fluff
Pairing: Namjoon x you, Jin x you, Yoongi x you, Hoseok x you, Jimin x you, Taehyung x you, Jungkook x you
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Namjoon
My dearest y/n,
I know you don’t want to hear it (or read it) but I just feel like I need to let you know you were the love of my life, the light of my soul and the missing piece to my puzzle. You were everything to me and I fucked that up. 
I threw away the one thing I’ve been looking to find, destroyed the one good thing I ever had in my life to chase a glimmer that I thought was gold. But it wasn’t and losing you was a true wake up call. I was greedy and selfish, blinded by my own ego and insecurity to properly come to terms with my own indiscretion. I hurt you the way I promised myself to never do. I broke my wedding vow to you. Nothing I say or do can ever mend this.
To be honest, losing you is a fear that has always been there at the edge of my mind since the day I met you. You were so perfect, so beautiful, so charming I was melted butter in your hands. I fell in love with you faster than I can say “That’s crazy!” but I did, baby. I did. I saw our future together, the life I wanted to have with you, growing old with you. I could see the kids we would have, running around the house, little pitter patter of feet that I would miss when I have to go on my work trips. 
How stupid I was to have done what I did. I was weak and pathetic and gave in to lust and my alcohol-clouded mind. But she didn't mean anything, just a one time thing. Those two weeks put me through hell, wondering how to even come clean. I felt so guilty. What was even worse was the fact that my insecurity caused me to question if you in turn. I couldn’t deal with the blunder I made and had somehow wishfully thought that maybe you had done the same, that way the blame could be shifted. All those times I left you home alone for weeks on end, all those times I couldn’t be there for you.
It was unfair of me to go after your longtime friendship with Min Yoongi. I should’ve known better. I don’t know. I don’t know what was going through my head then. I wish I could take it all back! I wish I could go back in time and make everything okay again. But this is another wishful thinking. 
I miss you so much. The emptiness I feel grows too large for anything else to fill my heart. Any other new partners were just bed warmers; they’re not you. No one can ever be you. No one can ever take your place. And I think it’s fine like this. I’m better off alone. 
I saw a picture of our daughter on Yoongi’s Instagram. She’s gorgeous, just like her mother. I spent the whole night crying on the bathroom floor when I saw that photo. God, what have I done? My family. I broke us up before it even began. You must wonder why I don’t reach out, why I don’t want to see her, why I refuse custody. I’m ashamed, y/n. I’m ashamed of the things I did and I don’t want our daughter to have such a scum of a father. Don’t worry about child support, that will always come. It’s my new vow to you. I’ve set up a trust fund for her that should take care of her long after I’m gone. 
   Yoongi is a good uncle, I can tell. She seems to adore him. He’s a great father figure and it’s all she would ever need. I’m sorry for everything; the pain, the heartache, the betrayal. I can’t say it enough. But I can see that you’re happy now, happier without me. And it’s my only source of happiness, too. You deserve more, baby. You deserve everything I couldn’t give to you and everything that I took away from you.
I wish you nothing but the best and I hope you forgive me. I love you, y/n. I still do even after all these years. I don’t think I will ever stop and it’s the one thing I’ll take to my grave. 
Always and forever yours,
Namjoon.
Note: He never sent this letter, buried somewhere in the drawer of his home office. He had wanted to, even had it stamped. But he thought he had done enough damage. The letter is merely what he wishes he could have said to you.
Jin
To y/n,
I’m a piece of shit, I know. I’ve been told. Many times. But I’m a hot piece of shit. Okay, not funny. 
I’m writing this letter because I think you blocked me? And seems like you’ve moved, too. The new address your building manager gave me looks like a really nice house. Did you get married? If yes, congratulations. You’re a great girl, I’m sure you found someone just as amazing.
Look, I’m writing this to just apologise for what I did. It was a shitty thing to do, careless and selfish. In my defence, it started out all in good fun. You didn’t know who I was and I liked that. Compared to the usual screaming and frenzy when people see me, having someone who had no clue who I was, was refreshing. And you were cute and I had initially just wanted to tease you. I honestly didn’t know that it would turn out this way.
I lost a good friend because of this. And I don’t have many friends to begin with, being in this industry. Everybody seems to want to hang out with me because they want something. Money, usually. It’s a lonely life so don’t get famous, okay? Haha. 
I don’t know why I’m writing you this letter or why I’m desperate for you to have it. I’m not a bad person. At least, I don’t think so. The girls that came and went were only there because they wanted a glimpse of the glamorous life. But once they learn that it’s not so glamorous, they leave. I’m not one to brood over people like that but there’s been too many too much. It’s getting exhausting. It is exhausting. 
Then I remembered you. You who wanted nothing but an actual connection but I guess I haven’t had much of that so I didn’t recognise it at first. So I played that game, mostly for anonymity because I had liked that you liked talking to me as a person, a human being. But that was the extent of it. Anything else more was just an attempt at trying to exert whatever dominance I could to save my bruised ego, and for that I’m truly sorry. 
I don’t want to write too long but I hope you know this is sincere. Are you still not watching TV? Did you see my latest movie? You should. I look good in it. 
I hope you read this letter. If not, it’s okay, too. Whatever your choice is, I’m thankful for that brief moment when you saw right through me. I had needed that.
Sincerely,
Jin.
P/S: Btw, Jungkook had no part in this. I hope you weren’t too hard on him. He’s a good kid. I miss him.
Note: Jin had written a separate letter for Jungkook, sent via a postcard from Italy. The picture was a flag of Italy with the caption Grab Life by the Meatballs, in large capital letters. It was sent to Jungkook’s family home address.
Jungkook-ah,
I’m sorry I was an asshole. Where did you move to? I’ve been trying to find you but it seems that you just disappeared. Please, call me. Your hyung misses you and would prefer a hard knock on the head rather than this silent treatment. I fucked up, I know. But I want to make it right. You were like a brother to me and I’m sorry I let you down and hurt you. 
Call me, please. When you’re ready to talk. 
Hyung.
Yoongi
Dear y/n,
How have you been? I haven’t heard from you in awhile, but then again, I guess that’s kind of the point. 
Y’know, it’s funny. I thought I saw you the other day at the train station. But when I tried to find you, you weren’t there. I probably made you up, seeing things that I’ve been dying to see. Yeah. I really miss you. And I know I shouldn’t be saying this. You deserved better. 
You were right. I couldn’t see what I had until it was already too late. I was too busy focusing on helping others put the pieces of their lives back together that I disregarded the life we had that was falling apart. I did this to us. I ruined us. I was too blind and selfish, too righteous in my own way to even see the damage I was doing to you, to us. I should’ve been there for you, should’ve done more. 
I took your patience for granted, gambling away chances after chances, thinking that I was doing the right thing. But, please believe me when I say that I didn’t mean to hurt you. Breaking your heart was my biggest regret. I threw away a love that was given to me so freely and so unconditionally. I see that now but I know it’s too late. 
I hope you are happy wherever you are. I hope the next man gives you everything I couldn’t and didn’t. I hope he takes you dancing every weekend because I know you love to dance. I hope he knows that your favourite bouquet is anything with baby’s breaths in them and I hope he gets a ton of them for you. I hope he knows how much you love your kids at the kindergarten and I hope he loves the way your eyes crinkle whenever you talk about them. I hope he holds your hand and never lets go. Like I did.
I know I don’t deserve it but I hope that one day you’ll forgive me for being a weak man. You probably don’t want to hear this but I just want you to know that I still love you. I did then and I will always. You were the one that got away.
Yours truly,
Yoongi.
Hoseok
Hey!
So, um, I’m here in New York. Just arrived. But, uh, you didn’t tell me which hotel you’re staying at lol text me back soon! I got the stuff you told me to bring. Can’t wait to see you.
Hoseokxx
He deleted the last sentence before pressing send.
Jimin
Jimin had nothing to say. He had deleted all of your contact details after the night of the threesome. His business runs as usual, including the underground, private parties in collaboration with Taehyung. He had no regrets.
Taehyung
To my future bride-to-be,
You can run but you can’t hide forever. Not from me, baby. Even if it takes months or years, I’ll find you. And when I do, you’ll regret running away from me. I told you, marry me or you’ll never find peace and a life in hiding is nowhere near peaceful. 
Come back, while I still have the grace to forgive you.
Signed,
Your only saviour.
Jungkook
Hello, my love, 
It still feels a little weird to be able to call you that. But like a good kind of weird. I’m just grinning to myself while I’m writing this. OMG, I’m so pathetic it’s cringey!
Ok, so I told you I suck at writing letters but since you wanted one, here you go! But…I don’t know what to say so I’ll just say whatever I feel like saying, I guess. I love you. HA! You probably know this already but god, I love you. So fucking much. Since that first time I saw you. 
I know the way we met was bad and I wish I could erase all that part but I don’t wanna. If I erase all of that, we wouldn’t have met and I would never get the chance to get to know you and we wouldn’t be here today. But I want to let you know that not a day went by without you in my mind, not a day passed that I wish I wasn’t such a coward and had just come clean or talked to you. 
I know we talked about this and I know we’ve moved past this but it’s important for me that you know that you’ve always been there, in the back of my mind, in everything that I do. And I hope you’ll remain here forever and always. I want you with every step of the way moving forward. I love waking up to you, I love going to sleep with you by my side. I love that Bam loves you! And I love the way you call him your boy, too, sometimes. I think that’s cute. He’s our boy. It sounds like we’re a family with a son, hehe
Okay, my handwriting is just getting worse now so maybe I’ll stop? I can say everything else to you face to face. My hand is cramping up. 
Thank you for coming back into my life, y/n. Thank you for finding it in your heart to give me a second chance. I promise I won’t waste it. I’ll do everything that I can to make it up to you going forward. I want nothing but good memories between us. I know it’s ridiculous and that yes, we’ll have fights and bad times ahead but I know we can get through it all. Together. But can you please leave the laundry to me? I, um, have a specific method to it. Thanks ❤️
Anyway, I’m expecting a reward for this letter. Later tonight? :3
Love you!
JK
Note: he had kept Jin’s ridiculous postcard in a drawer, for safekeeping. He’s not sure to reply or not yet. But he’s glad to have it, a reminder that maybe, there’s a chance to mend that bridge.
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springalwayscomes · 2 years
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To love and pamper
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Plot: Jungkook is on the edge, especially these days. Exhausting, consuming thoughts are always inside his mind, starting from not being enough to raise your daughter. You know him too well though, and you’re ready to love and pamper him just the way he needs you to.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Domestic, Established Relationship
Wordcount: 4.8k
Content Warning: Insecurities and stress, pining, swearing, blowjob, cum eating, creampie, unprotected sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, a bit of masturbation, love making
Author’s Note: This killed me, wrecked me into pieces. I don’t know what it is but every time I think about Jungkook and write about him I feel the need to comfort him and share snuggly cuddles, so this is what came out of it. The smut is just… don’t get me started over this type of Jungkook or I’m going to die right on the spot. I hope you enjoy this!💜
P.s. The recommended waiting period before you can have sex again after giving birth is until four to six weeks after delivery. The risk of having complications after delivery is higher during the first two weeks, so yes, this is safe apparently! I just wanted to write it in case you’d wonder about it.
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Jungkook is on the edge. Especially these days. Having a little baby and having to rebalance everything from your personal life to work certainly isn’t easy, for the both of you. Exhausting, consuming thoughts are always inside his mind, starting from not being enough to raise your daughter. That thought usually leads him to littlest ones that make him feel even more insecure; last week it was because he didn’t notice that she had pooped and didn’t change her diaper, the week before it was because she wouldn’t stop crying in his arms but only in yours. You remember him crying in your arms after Baram fell asleep, in your bed with his face buried in the crook of your neck and his eyes swollen and puffy. You tried to comfort him as much as you could, telling that it can happen, that that didn’t have anything to do with him being a good dad. He cried for two hours straight and then fell asleep because of the exhaustion. You hugged him all night long. This week apparently seems to be the worst though.
Just yesterday, he was scrolling through Twitter, just to see an article about how he would be such a bad example for his daughter, with all his tattoos and his newly done piercings. Jungkook was never insecure about them, not even when he had to hide them for work, but that article touched a hot spot. His insecurity of not being enough. For you, for your daughter. He knows that his breakdowns create problems to you too, and that stresses him even more.
Today is no different; Jungkook is doubting himself again, on his way home he thinks about his daughter looking at his skin, her big doe eyes usually looking at them with curiosity in his mind are looking at the ink scared, in fear. And the image keeps replaying in his mind until he’s in front of the door of your house. And that’s when he breaks down, hands trembling as he searches the keys in his bag, not before the door opens on its own. You saw his car park in the garden.
The smile on your face vanishes away as soon as you see his face, gloomy and puffy as if he’d been crying all day long. He stands still, lowering his gaze to the floor, ashamed of causing problems again with his damned insecurities.
«Baby come here» you open your arms wide, an invitation for him to hide himself from the world, right into the crook of your neck, just like he always does when he’s feeling down. This time though, he shakes his head, standing still on the verge of new tears. So you take the situation in your hands, hugging him. Jungkook seems to be taken aback for a moment, not moving at all until you guide his face right where it should be. As soon as he nuzzles his nose into your skin, his back trembles and he breaks. Something inside you breaks with him, seeing him like this kills you. It kills you every time. You squeeze him tight, so incredibly tight that you wish that his insecurities could become concrete, tangible, just to crush them with your body as you’re holding him.
«I’m- so- sorry» he cries onto you. You shush him with sweet caresses on his back, your fingers getting tangled in his locks.
«I- I…» he can’t even form a sentence, shaking and trembling around you.
«Let’s get inside, okay?» you whisper. Walking backwards, you guide him inside as he’s still hidden into your neck, two steps and you’re closing the door behind him and your attention is back to him and only him fully.
«What is it? Is it about what you read yesterday?» you ask lowly. Jungkook starts crying even harder, and that is the only answer you need. You let him let it out a bit, only holding him for a while as he cries all his emotions out.
«Listen to me and let it get inside your head, Jungkook» you stroke his hair, tears wet on your skin.
«Your tattoos and piercings don’t define you. Your aspect doesn’t, your ethnicity doesn’t, your body doesn’t, your insecurities don’t. Why is it so easy to apply that to others but not to yourself?» you coo. Your hand gets inside his hoodie, finding his back and massaging the knots of stress away. He’s so tensed and hard with himself that it’s hard for you to watch from afar as he destroys himself with his same expectations.
«Having tattoos on your skin doesn’t make you suddenly a bad person, and you know it well too. Kook, I never met anyone like you» you whisper, your hands massaging all of his spine as his sobs get softer. He hiccups in your neck from time to time, his breath running out short.
«I fell in love with you. You are caring, kind, you fight for what you think is right, you’re smart, humorous, always ready to give all you can, perseverant. You’re vulnerable. Why does all of these make you a bad person?» you kiss his locks.
«Look at me» you gently call. He shakes his head, finding the darkness much more alluring than having to face the worry he’s creating to you.
«We decided to do this together, this is our daughter. It’s not just someone, it’s our baby. That means we have to work to raise her up. We have to work to give her securities, to make her understand what’s right and what’s not, what is good for her and what it isn’t, we have to work to make her grow well. Your tattoos won’t pay a single role in all of that, neither your piercings will. You’re the one who should be teaching her, not your appearance. You have all the time in the world to teach her that that is just ink and that it doesn’t lead you to be bad. Babies don’t even think about that, it’s a problem of fucking close-minded grownups.»
«She will look at you and love you with all she can, she already does. You gave her birth, Jungkook, without you she wouldn’t be here. Do you know how much you did for her? Did your tattoos do that? They are a big turn on baby, but they’re not the ones who did that.» you hear him slightly chuckle at the last sentence.
«You did it. With me. And we can do this together now» you squeeze him tight, your hands sinking in the flesh of his back as he sniffs in spasms. You lull him slowly, moving slightly from left to right and caressing the back of his head and the lower part of his back, just right over his glutes.
«Can I take care of you for tonight? Will you let me?» you coo. Jungkook nods against you, but before you can do anything more he’s shaking his head again.
«No?» he shakes his head again, and a second later he’s getting away from you without giving you the time to do anything. He walks to the bedroom and leaves you stuck in place. It’s when he sits on the bed that you go after him, you hear him scoff and sniff again on your way. Entering the door, you see him staring at the crib from the mattress, face stained in sadness for the unstopping thoughts clouding his mind and fingers fidgeting with each other.
«Jungkook» you call from the doorframe. His eyes raise to you, finally meeting. And seeing you worried, your eye bags darker than usual and your lips twisted makes him break again. But this time it’s more silent, more as if he was crying and didn’t want to show you. As if he was ashamed of something. You see him shutting himself in and letting the world out, his elbows now on his thighs and his face held by his hands, totally covered as he sobs. You kneel between his legs, with your face close to his and your arms passing through his to get a hold of his waist.
«Don’t- go away» he whines. You ignore the feeling those words ignite in your chest, sharp and cold as it was the tip of a knife circling around your heart.
«Baby, please talk to me»
«I don’t want to talk to you»
«Did I do something wrong?» you panic for a second, going over everything you did and said from the very moment you opened the door. Or maybe it’s something that happened before that? This morning before he went to work you both cuddled with Baram for a bit, nothing seemed wrong.
«Did I-»
«Stop worrying about me!» he exclaims.
Silence falls over the room, his eyes growing big as he realises what he did just after doing it, looking back and forth between your face and your daughter’s crib, scared that he woke her up. You gulp, still with your face close to his you see his hands tremble as they now hold the sheets. Jungkook’s lips tremble too, ashamed of what he just did and scared to death of having scared you.
He looks down, biting into his bottom lip as another tear falls down on his cheek.
«I’m- sorry, I-» he stutters.
«I know» your hand closes around his, bringing them to your lips and laying a kiss on each knuckle, careful of not touching the injuries he got from boxing.
«I know baby» you whisper.
«I’m here with you» Jungkook sobs once more at your words.
«I don’t want to- you’re stressed already…» he mumbles as he hiccups.
«I don’t want to stress you more than you are already. I’m- I’m sorry I’m worrying you so- so much… you’re doing great and I’m-» he sobs again «I’m awful at this, I… I know I put more weight over your shoulders when I start crying at night or- or when I tell you I’m not good at this or… I’m so sorry ba- baby, I’m sorry» his voice trembles and breaks more than once as he lets his worries out, chest shaking in spasms and tears pooling up in his beautiful breath taking eyes.
«I know that you have to look after me too when I- when I do that, and now I even screamed at you, I- did I sc- scare you? I didn’t want to, I’m- I’m sorry. I was- I don’t know what got inside of me, I-»
«Jungkook, breath» you cut him off and out of his toxic circle of thoughts, seeing how his eyes still don’t look at yours.
«Look at me, please» you beg. Your fingers move under his jaw, lifting his face to make him look at you. His skin is incredibly pale and his cheeks reddish, eyes puffy and tears staining his face, his beautiful lips tortured by his teeth digging into them.
«I love you» you remember.
«You don’t have to be sorry for feeling down and insecure, I’m here to help you get through it and I will always will. Of course it causes worry in me, but it’s because I care for you. It’s normal, Kook, you’d feel the same if it was me. Would you blame me for feeling down or being in pain though?» you sweetly ask.
You wish you could ease all these toxic thoughts and insecurities away, sweetly and gently replacing the space left behind with all of your love. For now though, you kiss the mole on the bridge of his nose and the one right above his nostril, the one right under his lips, the one low on his cheek. He stays silent at your words, knowing too well how he would react if you’d be the one dealing with any kind problem. Honestly, he wouldn’t care about loosing his sleep or having to deal with stress and worry, he would just do all he can to make you feel better. He’d stay awake for days and nights just to hold you and soothe you to sleep every time you need to. Still, he feels guilty because it’s you who’s dealing with all of that now, not him. Plus, your body and mind are still recovering from giving birth to your baby.
«I know, but we have her and I’m just-»
«Jungkook, I know how your mind works and I won’t let you do that. You’re doing amazing. It’s barely been two months, what do you expect? You’ll be better as time goes on, yesterday you made her laugh and I didn’t. She also likes to play with you more than she does with me, and did you notice how she started crying when she saw you last week? She wanted you to hold her even is she was already in my arms, she wasn’t even hungry, she just wanted to be in your arms» you softly remind him.
«Why do you focus only on what makes you feel bad? She’s two months old and she already loves you that much, just picture you two in a year. I’m going to be the backup waiting on the bench» you joke.
Jungkook giggles lightly, his eyes finally finding more light as he hears your words.
«You won’t» he shakes his head. You smile at him, happy of finally seeing his bunny teeth. Your forehead touches his, and you stay still as you stare into his eyes, the ones of your daughter. He shuts them, taking in a shaky, unstable breath.
«Are you feeling better?» you try. Jungkook slightly nods, making you let out a breath of relief.
«Will you let me take care of you now?» you ask again.
«You’re- you’re doing it already?» he opens his eyes, looking at you not exactly understanding.
«In a different way» you whisper, «I could help you relax?» you smile at him.
Your fingers softly graze across his knuckles, feeling the injuries he got from boxing. Jungkook’s mouth hangs open, now realising what you’re talking about. He nods slightly, feeling your fingertips caress all the length of his arm through the hoodie, reaching his shoulder and then caressing his chest, slowly and helplessly making him crave for more.
You hook your fingers around the edge of his hoodie and a second later his chest is exposed in front of you, brownish nipples and muscles waiting to be kissed and spoiled, and you can’t wait. Let’s also admit that you’re a sucker for him in jeans, and he knows it well. The way the material wraps around his thick thighs, his thin waist and the way he lets his head fall back as if he was already desperate and waiting for something, anything. And oh, the dimples that create on his cheeks when he does so, letting his jaw fall down and his lips agape, the shadow hitting them and making them even more appealing.
«Look at me» you call. Jungkook meets your eyes right away, as if he was under a spell.
«What do you want?» your hands tease him, caressing his thighs slowly, up and down, and Jungkook is already breathing heavily.
«Please make me feel good» he begs, tone desperate and on the verge of begging already.
«How?»
«Your- mpph, want your mouth»
The simple request is enough to make your blood boil in your veins, lowering his zip as you start to kiss his chest. He lifts his hips, helping you getting rid of the jeans, your hands taking advantage of the situation and mapping every single inch of his thighs as you lower the material. His cock is already hard, pushing on the boxers as if he’d been teased already for more than he can take.
You make him weak, and you both know it very well. It’s always like this. Sometimes before you had Baram he would call you at work because he was hard, thinking about the night before; or you would wake with his tongue on your clit, too horny to even wait for you to wake up.
He especially likes when you’re the one who’s leading, it’s the biggest of his weakness. You love sex with Jungkook in whatever way, but when he’s under you, edged and begging you to make him come, hoping that you’ll stop teasing the hell out of him, whiny, sweaty and desperate… well, that’s a total different story.
You remember when he was on tour, deep at night he would call you because his brain couldn’t stop thinking about you. You heard him moan and whine, begging for release, begging you to give him permission, muttering things that didn’t make sense, inaudible words and sighs, you heard him let go so many times. And there wasn’t a single one that you didn’t enjoy.
His cock springs against his abdomen as soon it’s set free, bouncing and standing right afterwards. The view is so aphrodisiac that you can’t help but squeeze your thighs together, craving for some friction. You take him in your hands, hoping that he’ll be careful with his moans and remember that there’s still a baby sleeping in the same room.
He growls right away, watching you with eyes half lidded.
«Agh, fuck.» tone low and ready to make your knees week. You’re happy that you’re on the ground already, otherwise you’d definitely be after hearing him.
«Your hands feel so good baby»
You smile, glancing just for a moment at Baram, still sleeping in her crib peacefully. The next second, you’re laying a kiss on his cockhead, making him even more desperate than he already is. Eyes glued to your face and teeth biting incredibly deep into the flesh of his lips, Jungkook holds back his moans as he takes in the feeling of your soft lips over him, gentle and wet.
Gosh, how can he be so lucky. How is it possible that even after all this time, you’re still by his side, even after seeing all of his insecurities and imperfections.
«Be a good boy and relax for me, okay?» you whisper on his cock, hot air fanning across his skin. His cock twitches at your words and he contracts his abs, shutting his eyes and sinking his teeth deeper into his bottom lip.
«I- I wil»
You lower your head, licking the underline of his cock, feeling the veins and every ridge. His head is already shining with precum and it’s a sign of neediness that you’re not willing to ignore. In fact, it makes you even more ravenous and ready to give him what he wants.
Your mouth wraps around him, your hands on his thighs as you get further down with your head, making him hold back moans that could make you come right on the spot in this exact moment.
You watch him let go completely, little tears of sweat creating on his forehead the more you give him pleasure and the closer he gets. He comes in your mouth not after long, watching you gag on his length and girth is too much too handle, especially if you’re massaging his balls at the same time and calling him a good boy. You give him a minute to get back into his body before you start sucking him off again, not able to hold yourself back at the sight of his cock still incredibly hard for you, wet with his cum and tasting just the way you like it.
He moans deeply, cock sinking deep into your throat, legs shaking and every muscle of his abdomen contracting.
«Ba- by, sensiti- ve» his voice breaks in a whine, but that’s exactly what gets you. And he knows it very well.
«Do you want me to stop?» you ask, face away from him. He shakes his head quickly, guiding you back onto him with his hand in your hair.
«No, just…» he moans when you spit on him as if he wasn’t wet and dirty enough already «slowly»
You make him cum once more with your mouth, his cock pouring his cum in your throat again, eyes fixated into yours as he cums so hard but still craves for more. You make him an animal and a lover at the same time, he wonders if it’s even possible.
You make him want to surrender himself too bad. Desperate to fuck or be fucked rough but craving for that love, that feeling of finally being home right where he belongs and knowing that he’s with the person he feels more safe with, sharing himself and getting lost in his pleasure and in yours.
The sweat on his body makes him even more attractive, especially after he came twice just thanks to your mouth, looking completely drained but still begging for more with his doe eyes. Your mouth wraps around his nipples, circling them and licking, biting just light enough to make him moan. His hand sinks into your hair, slightly tugging to make you look at him. When he has your attention and juts out his lips at you you know exactly what he wants. Simple and incredibly meaningful, you just kiss him. Jungkook moans in relief, finally feeling closer to you. He loves you sucking his cock and edging him, teasing him in every way possible, but he’s only full when he has you lovingly.
«Baby» he whispers as his hands travel all over your body, your clothes still on, blocking the way.
«I want to be inside you,» he whines, head falling back as you kiss his jaw «want you to make love to me»
You kiss his chin, the mole under his lips, him. His hands get under your shirt, removing it as quickly as he can, your bra following right after as you try to get out of your pyjama shorts. Jungkook moans at the feeling of your skin against his, helping you with them and with your panties right after.
You tell him to sit comfortably against the headboard and wait for him to get ready to be snuggled before straddling him, eyes glued to his face and wanting nothing else but making him feel good. You want him to forget everything, every single thought that has him feeling insecure. You want to shower him with fondness, affection, love.
You kiss his shoulder, your lips map the way to his ear, crossing his neck, the slightly sweaty skin of his jaw. His breath is heavy, broken as you get closer to him, your breasts against his chest and your pussy now hovering over his throbbing, wet length.
«Every time you doubt yourself,» you breath «I want you to remember that we decided to do this together, that you’re not alone» you kiss right under his ear, where the jaw connects.
«I love you,» he lets out, his tattooed fingers digging into your skin «so bad» he whines, hiding his face into your neck. He kisses your skin, sucking and biting lightly, leaving his marks. You smile, suddenly taken aback by the pleasure when his finger starts rubbing your clit just how he knows you like it. You hold back your moans, letting him spoil you with his touch and his wet mouth all over you. His other hand wraps around his cock, he jerks it a bit as he looks at you before switching it with his finger, stimulating your clit with his head and sending spasms of pleasure through your body.
Looking at you makes him breathless, asking to himself what did he do to deserve all of this, all of you in every way possible. He’s mad in love, even after all this time. You’re the only one he could ever think about, the only one he’ll ever want to think about. No one else.
«Fuck, you’re so beautiful baby» he moans, gathering a bit of your wetness with his cockhead and using it as lube on your clit. You pinch his shoulder, urging him to look up at you, his movements now stopping.
«Promise me you will let me take care of you? Not just now but every time you need to. I love you and I just want you to be happy, just-»
«I promise» he nods, guiding your lips to his. You sink on his cock while you’re kissing each other, taking him by surprise for the sudden feeling. Your pussy is not stretched out for his girth, and the tingles you’re feeling are what stops you from going further down. Jungkook stays still under you, moaning at the feeling of you wrapped around him and the way your hard nipples stick to his chest.
«Why did you-»
«I couldn’t wait more» you mumble, your forehead rests on his as his eyes look deeply into yours, full with pleasure and bliss at the way your walls squeeze him so deliciously and full of love, of you.
«I want you to feel good and relax, don’t think about anything, okay?» you peck his lips lovingly, your husband nods and relaxes against the headboard, totally surrendering to the view in front of him.
You make love to him so good, so sweetly that his insides melt, his heart explodes. Taken care of, cared for, loved. He feels it all, the connection between you two goes far beyond your bodies, from the way your kisses talk, telling how much you love each other, to the way your fingers touch, hands squeeze, breaths break, muscles tangles.
Jungkook fucks into you from time to time, lazy and too spoiled by your movements, but you both like it this way now. He needs to be soothed now, comforted. And you enjoy pampering him too much too hide it, especially if you get to see him come three times. Just like now, lost into you so deeply, with his cock hidden inside your walls, clenching his thighs and lifting his hips up from the mattress, still into you as he growls and rubs your clit, making you finally let go. He whines as he comes, his cum reversing inside of you like it happened infinite times before, but every time is special and incredibly meaningful, even when you just fuck the brains out of each other.
You lay your head on his chest, his cock still buried inside of you.
«Hold me, please» it sounds like a prayer, voice shaking. You know him too well to understand his most vulnerable state. You squeeze him in your arms, laying soft kisses all over his skin, wanting his skin to remember the warmth of your lips as a sign of endless love. His lips tremble once more and he takes them in his mouth, a tear falling down his cheek.
«Are you okay, love?» you mumble sweetly, caressing it’s wet path away with your finger. He just nods.
«Thank you for getting my stress away» he whispers.
«I’m so lucky to have you by my side, to have you as my wife. Please hold me»
You nod right away, doing as he asked you and caressing him, laying gentle pecks on every part of his neck.
«You make me happy» he lets out. A little calmer now, you realise the reason behind that last tear. The stress has gone away, now all is left is what you wished for, your love lifting him up; and Jungkook can’t believe how lucky he is to wake up everyday with your arms around him, with you in his life, with your smile lighting up his darker days, with you taking care of him and him doing the same for you. He would walk through hell and back for countless times just to get to hold you in his arms.
«I love you so much, don’t forget it»
«I could never forget it, it’s what makes me wake up every day with a smile, having you right beside me» he whispers, caressing your hair. You smile on his skin, taking in the scent of your bodies and getting to the conclusion that you both need a shower, if god allows you and Baram didn’t wake up yet.
«Let’s go take a shower»
He whines, shaking his head as if he was the same age of your daughter.
«Can’t we stay like this a bit more? You know I like staying inside you after we cum»
«I know baby but let’s take a shower first. What if she wakes up and needs anything? I can’t do anything with your cum coming out of me»
Jungkook giggles lifting his shoulders, a cute happy that is in deep contrast with the topic of the discussion, his bunny teeth showing and that beautiful smile lighting up the room. Finally, it makes you let out a heavy breath of relief.
«Tonight?» he asks. You nod as an answer, smiling at him and kissing his soft, swollen lips again.
«You can sleep with your cock inside me» you whisper. It’s not something new, after all. You and Jungkook did it so many times, not necessarily after having sex, you just like to feel close, the closest you can get to each other. So you end up falling asleep tangled in each other’s arms and with him inside you. He loves the feeling of having you wrapped around him, squeezed and incredibly close, connected to each other.
«Thank you» he nuzzles his nose into your cheek, kissing it loudly afterwards.
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fruitmins · 7 months
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Agust Dad—One
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➭ summary: Your a producer from another company that he happened to be collaborating with on his 2nd album D-2. At the release party— one drunk action leads to another, you do the worst thing you can do in the industry and change your fate forever.
➭genre: short series, pregnancy au, idol au, angst, dad au
➭warnings: mentions of vomit and throwing up, pregnancy, maybe some ptsd, you kinda have anxiety
<next part>
note: life has been hectic so at first this might seem all over the place. bare with me, it gets better
Taglist: @welcometomyworld13 @tatyhend @jiminiesunicorn @littlestarstinyseven @baechugff @thelilbutifulthings @tearykth @familiarlikemymirror3 @coree730 @prajusstuff @wobblewobble822 @choisoorin @manuosorioh
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Something in you had always known you would cross paths with him again. As much as you hated the thought, you just had to accept some of the facts. You two worked in the same field, you were bound to run into each other now and then.
You’d imagine different scenarios and even wrote things down of what to say when you eventually bumped into him months later. You had time to think about what to do or how to act.
Or so you thought.
One thing you didn’t expect was that the confrontation would take place so soon. As soon as only a three weeks later, when you were informed that HYBE LABELS had bought the company you were under. All the artists and staff were to merge together and become one, including you.
You thought it was a joke at first, but quickly realized the gravity of the situation—you were now working under HYBE LABELS, which meant working under him. You knew there was no way out, which only made your anxiety increase.
There was a sick, sinking feeling in your gut when you heard that news. You knew that the likelihood of bumping into him would increase dramatically, and your worst fears were confirmed. Despite your years of experience and success, you were forced to merge together under the HYBE banner. Your own music and creative process was now under their control. Not only that— but you would be forced to work in the company with him.
There were sure to be upsides to this change but your mind was clouded. The thought of having to be in the same room as him again was terrifying and all you could think of.
It was nearly impossible to completely avoid him, especially when he seemed to be everywhere you looked. You couldn’t even go to the cafeteria without running into photos of him on the wall, along with other HYBE artists.
You started noticing things around the building, signs of him. You tried to brush it off, telling yourself it was all in your head. Of course, when you realized just how often you were thinking about him, you knew it wasn’t.
You’d been working for HYBE LABELS for a week now, and it seems like your hopes of avoiding him were quickly diminishing. Despite this, you were doing as well as you could given the circumstances. The staff was welcoming, and you were beginning to feel at home. You even had a few friends at the office, and managed to enjoy work when the thought of him wasn’t consuming you. Though it seems that he was always on the back of your mind.
As your luck would have it, only a week into the new building and you were already creating a mess. Literally. You had been feeling queasy for the past couple days and that already shook you. You figured it was your nerves making your stomach nauseous, but since you hadn’t physically threw up since you were little and had a giant fear of throwing up, you thought it would simply go away.
Yet here you were, life getting worse as you hurled over the trashcan in your office. Your hair was a mess and tears were in your eyes as the sinking feeling came back once again. Your throat burned and even though you barley ate anything the whole day, you just couldn’t stop throwing up to save your life. It was almost as if it was a reflex. You felt light headed, tears streaming down your face and your throat on fire.
“Miss? Are you okay?”
A familiar voice spoke just a couple feet from you. You gagged as you heard the familiar voice, thinking that this was just a nightmare and you needed to wake up. But as you glanced over at the entrance of your office you saw exactly who you expected.
Kim Seokjin.
Yoongi’s bandmate and older brother.
“You look terrible! Let’s get you to the hospital.” He said quickly when the two of you made eye contact. You quickly shake your head, not wanting to bother him and definitely not wanting there to be a bigger possibility that you’d bump into Yoongi.
You were shocked at his quick response to help you. You assumed it was just a small sickness you had been experiencing since returning to work under HYBE LABELS, but he insisted you go straight to the hospital. His tone had changed; there was a sense of urgency in the way he spoke.
“I-I’m fine.” You spoke, your voice shivered and weak which only made him walk a faster inside your office and towards you.
“Please,” he rolled his eyes at your words. “You look terrified. Let me help you.” He said, already helping you up to your feet and carrying the horrible smelling trashcan with him.
As much as you wanted to decline the help, he was persistent. He didn’t want to leave as you continued to feel sick, worried that you may throw up again. It was a mortifying situation all around.
So he guided you out of the building and to his car. “Isn’t this dangerous? We could be seen like this. Aren’t you already in a relationship?” You speak, looking up at him with worried eyes but he just laughs and flashing a smile at you.
“Wow~ Someone keeps up with the media.” He says teasingly and your face flashes red with embarrassment as your eyes widen. You had been a fan of BTS for a while, and kept up with them from time to time when you weren’t busy. You knew all of their songs by heart and even have some BT21 merchandise which made what happened with Yoongi even more embarrassing.
“I’m kidding,” Jin waves you off as he steps in his car and puts on a mask and hat. “We should be fine.” He says and it was only after a few minutes that you finally managed to calm down. Your cheeks still red from embarrassment as you looked up at Jin.
You managed to get through the whole car ride to the hospital without throwing up in his car, which you were thankful for. You two made small conversation, as he drove his kindness and concern melted you inside.
You ended up telling him about how you were from the other company and recently joined, and you also told him that you briefly worked with Yoongi on a song of his. He ended up playing it right then in the car and praised you the whole time. It was comforting but also made the incident even more embarrassing since Jin was so close to Yoongi.
Finally you arrived at the hospital and Jin tired his best to calm your nerves as you did the paperwork and waited for a doctor to come look at you.
Your eyes widen when someone called your name and both you and Jin stood up.
“Please, you’ve helped me enough and you’re probably super busy.” You try to deny his help once again, Jin’s relationship with Yoongi still crossing your mind but caring about his job as well.
"Ah, it's no problem~ I was only working on the last drafts of my single, I can always get to that later." Jin says before looking around the waiting-room. "Besides, I gave you a ride here. I’m not going to abandon you.” He says sweetly, looking straight into your eyes.
You didn’t know what to say, so you just nodded. You had to admit that his kindness has warmed your heart after weeks of feeling terrible and alone. Jin was different. He stayed there until you were all cleaned up and took some blood and urine test in the bathroom. It was so embarrassing, but he was so genuine in his kindness.
After several minutes of waiting, the doctor finally comes back into the room, a clipboard in hand.
"Good news Ms Y/N. I've gotten the test back and I've found out why you’re feeling ill." She starts as you grip to every word and Jin listens quietly too. "There seems to be high levels of human chorionic gonadotropin or hGC in your blood and urine."
She pauses giving you a moment to digest her words and when you show no reaction she explains further. "HGC is made only when a woman is pregnant. The most being when that woman is in the first trimester. Congratulations, you’re about four weeks pregnant."
Your heart sank. Being pregnant was not on your plans at all, and now you had to deal with that while working in close proximity with your ex and his bandmate.
You had no idea how to respond. You were speechless. Part of you was in too much shock to process what happened, your face going pale the more you thought about it.
You knew good and well who the father was.
Yoongi was a famous idol, you two were now in the same company which was forbidden and made everything worse. If news got out that you were possibly caring his child you’d lose your job and most likely get attacked on social media.
Before you knew it, you would be a jobless single mother. What were you supposed to do?
“Wow, congratulations.” Jin’s voice pulls you back from your thoughts. You hadn’t even noticed that the doctor had left the room until you look up from the floor.
You make eye contact with Jin and realize his gaze never left you. He had to know something was wrong by your reaction, and the slightly narrower eyebrows of concern made that clear.
The fact that Jin had no idea who the father was made this a million times worse. Here he was putting his Could you really tell him it was his bandmate?
Guilt swam in your stomach, making it do flips and turns as you looked at him, not knowing what to say. Just praying that you wouldn’t have to see Jin ever again.
But as it seemed, bumping into someone you were actively trying to avoid seemed to be a hidden skill of yours.
“Y/N?”
Your feet stop dead in your tracks when you hear your name, your back turned to the voice that you immediately recognized.
Your heart thumps in your ears, deafening you slightly as it beats so hard in your chest that you think it might burst out. Your breathing immediately gets heavy as you start to panic.
You think back to all the nights alone. All the mornings you spent crying while listening to his voice. All the pain and regret you felt whenever you even thought about him.
The thought alone makes you nauseous, and you almost stumble when suddenly he is right behind you and manages to catch you before you can tilt to the side.
His quickly and smoothly wraps his hand around your waist to catch you, supporting your body weight as he pressed himself up against you. He felt so strong as he held you upright, supporting your weight and keeping you on your feet. Your knees buckle from under you as you realized how close he was. Your bodies pressed together, his breath against your ear.
Everything reminds you of that night, except this time there’s a huge difference now.
You quickly try to push him away from you but you’re undoubtedly more weaker than he is. He grips your arms and turns you to face him, his eyes boring into your while your stomach begins to flip. You can smell him and finally get to see all the features you once worshipped. It’s unreal how the more he aged the better he began to look, even if his features stayed the same.
Yoongi.
His black hair wasn’t nearly as long as it was now and he looked a little more fit but tired at the same time. All the memories of that night come flooding back to you like a terrible nightmare.
“Oh, Y/N! Hey!” Jin’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts just like he did two week ago when you first found out. This time when you pull away from Yoongi, he lets you and takes a step back as Jin catches up to the two of you.
“Hey..” You say nervously, giving him an awkward smile that doesn’t even compare to the bright smile Jin is giving you.
Yoongi raise an eyebrow at the two of you, but before he can even ask how you know each other, Jin speaks again.
“Oh Y/N, how’s the morning sickness treating you?”
You can hear glass shattering in the back of your mind as You and Yoongi make eye contact.
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intplayboy · 9 days
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OMG YOU’RE ALIVE
I KNOW— I'M SORRY, I PROBABLY LEFT Y'ALL WONDERING WHERE I WAS, I'VE BEEN HAVING A QUARTER-LIFE CRISIS IT SEEMS- but don't worry, i'm working on new stuff (that i assume you seen me post just now, hehe) as well as my ongoing works that i have right now.
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yoongsisbae · 1 year
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BTS (as drinks)
because I’m in a silly mood
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Namjoon is champagne. He's the whole bottle. A tall glass of perfection, full-bodied, sweet, and strong. Piercing eyes watching you over the rim. You drink him in, his sleek suit, his honey voice, impressive in everything he does, and the way he notices the small things about you. He offers to pay for another, already knowing what you like. You found each other in empty bar in a nice restaurant in an even nicer hotel. It's enticing, you share a confession and a laugh, in high spirits. You listen, drunk on, what is it? This feeling bubbling, a seltzer inside of you that makes you jittery every time you catch his eyes staring at your legs. You cheers one last time in the quietness of his suite. You know how this will end, but you hope maybe he will find a taste for you like you have now of him. That he will seek you out as his favorite drink. You hope his eyes that watched you so curiously all night, now watching as you fall apart under him, never look at another. He tickles the back of your throat, has you gasping for more. Is it too much to ask of him? For another round of him?
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Seokjin is Tequila on a bright summer day. A knockout, too pretty, too smooth. The type of man you should savor. But it was quick, sudden introduction. You tipped your head back into his wide shoulder, pleading eyes meeting his surprised face. He wraps his arm around your body, lips meeting in a chaste kiss, your mysterious patron scaring away a sour nuisance to your left. At first meeting you already understood each other completely, you hadn’t known it fully then, too tipsy in that moment. You share a shot to thank him, and somehow your act becomes something more, your friendly banter becomes something more, and with every pour, your lie turns into truth, he feels it and so do you. It started as an act, but now it just feels right. Right place, right time. You stay by his side, he makes excuses keep you close, buys you another round, his smile bright and warm. Laughter that makes your sides hurt. Kisses that make your heart jump. Embraces that make your knees weak. The sun sets and kisses turn heated, mouths molding together, tongues licking salty skin, drinking each other in.
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Yoongi is smooth nightcap right before bed. A glass of whisky on the rocks he pours for you and him. You tell each other your worries, caressing smooth skin, his love warms you under the covers. He whispers sweet praise that fills you up with him. Sweet affirmations against your belly button, hands trickling down your body. You hiss in contentedness, fingers twisting in his hair. His voice is suave and silky, like the sheets wrapped around your bodies. His sharp tongue moves smoothly, makes you wine against him. He is your drink of choice, you would choose him, every day, every night.
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Hoseok is club drinks on a friday night. Expensive and sweet, designer, rich. Hands moving your swaying body to the music, his hot breath against your temple. He is the life of the party, he lifts you up, excites you, makes your palms sweat and your body pulse. You laugh too loudly, dance too closely, look into each others' eyes, neon club lights shining within his dark gaze. If he's a bad decision, you don't care, if this high lasts only for tonight, you don't mind, because his wide grin and close body delights your senses, and by the way he looks at you and holds you possessively, you just know, next weekend you will indulge again.
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Jimin is Soju. Friends at home, homemade dinner and a full case you intend to finish. You go shot for shot, wanting to see more of the side he only shows when his walls are worn down, when you have enough liquid courage to encourage him. You knock into each other, bodies like magnets, impossible to pull away, hands lingering for much longer than either of you intend. You lean into him when he hugs you in jest. He tickles you, to tease you, but also because he wants to feel your suppleness, needs to hear your sweet laughter, wants to watch you writhing and gasping. The reasons why you can’t keep your hands away are ignored, too shy to speak them. Even when he kisses you, you pretend it’s the alcohol talking, even when you pull him in by the neck, you blame the empty bottles. But you can’t deny, you’re not a drinker, and he’s the taste you crave.
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Taehyung is white wine on a starry night. Smooth notes sung against your cheek, smile tickling your ear, hands around your waist, deep soft chuckles and eyes watching you instead of the stars. A galaxy in his irises that spreads warmth down your body, wholly intoxicated by his presence. There's a deep sense of belonging as your lips sip his love slowly, as you take your time savoring your moments with him, like this life with him was meant to be romanticized, cherished, celebrated at every waking moment. A blanket, cheese, bread, his jacket around your shoulders and Taehyung, always the perfect accompaniment.
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Jungkook is a glass of cold beer. Solo cups in the kitchen, shy eyes meeting each other above the rim. Foam on his lip licked away and youthful charm about him. Exploring eyes that lead to exploring hands and exploring lips. Bodies pressed tightly to one another as you speak, cupped hands over ears, teasing each other, flirtatious dares, propositions spoken through slurred smiles. You didn't notice how strong of a connection it was until you were knocked off your feet by him. You sit in a foreign bedroom, kissing and spilling, fingers dipping into one another's cup, a sloppy game of passion and giggles. The music dulls when you're having a taste of each other, your body numb by the pleasure he pours into you. Tomorrow morning when you wake up with matching bruises, your cups empty but your hearts now full, the memories will be hazy, but you'll still feel it, that strong connection that has you both questioning just how bad you're addicted.
[masterlist|as kisses|as holidays]
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03-shiro-25 · 8 months
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Welcome!
Masterlist
BTS
OT7 reactions:
when you love the rain
There is a bug in your bedroom
Overdose !!TW!! | pt.2 good endings
Forced marriage
Yoongi:
Am I aggressive?
Are my feelings not important?...
Jungkook:
CHEATER!! or not?...
CHEATER!! or not?...pt.2
Stray Kids
Han:
Slump
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i-am-baechu · 2 years
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Secret Love Song (M). 
Genre: OT7 Idol!, baker! reader, established relationship! au, fluff, smut, and angst
Summary: She loves them and they love her twice as much, if not more. It wasn’t until one concert that everything changed for her. She watched them say their love towards Army and something erupts in her. A feeling she was used to with how famous they are and when she finally tells them her feelings, they get mad at her. She leaves the concert and packs her things after the harsh things they said to her. Why would they get mad for wanting to show everyone their love to the world?
“Before you came into my life, I never knew what true love felt like.”
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“It looks like you're doing well with your physical therapy. Your knee looks like it's getting better but you said your lower back still hurts?” Y/N L/N nodded her head and glanced down at her knee with a frown. Even though she was getting better, she knew she would always end up back in physical therapy. She looked back at the doctor who was explaining to her ways to get her back to feel better but deep down she knew it wouldn’t help, “Anything else?”
She shook her head and looked back down at the address he gave her, “So just call to set up an MRI?”
“Yes, with this we’ll get to see if you need surgery or not.” 
She pulled her lips in a tight smile and nodded her head, “Thank you, doctor.”
“Of course. See you after the MRI.” 
She waved to him and watched him leave the room as she closed her eyes trying to make herself feel stable. Another surgery and for what. She took her phone out and saw that Kim Namjoon texted, making her worries disappear. Y/N was in a relationship with the famous leader but she's also in a relationship with the rest of the group. It started with the leader but soon they all confessed to her one day and since then, it's been the eight of them for three years. Seven pure hearts that loved her even though she saw herself as broken a soul. She shook her head at this thought and opened her text, Text me when you're done so I can send a van to pick you up. We love you. 
She smiled at this and she still felt her heart flutter at those words, I just finished. I’ll see you later :) 
She stood up from the hospital bed and walked towards the door with a blank expression. Before she left the room, she glanced back at the room to stare at the bed. An uneasy feeling came up and she shook her head and practically ran out of the room before more thoughts started coming. She waved goodbye to all the nurses and waited outside of the hospital with her arms wrapped around her body. She hated hospitals, the smell of them always lingered no matter what you did. For her, it felt like mockery. A constant reminder of no matter what, she will never be her normal self. No matter how hard she tried.
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