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muniimyg · 2 years

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THE ART OF WAR (1) // KNJ

after leaving oc heartbroken all these years, kim nam joon has the audacity to return and attempt to win her back. in his words, love is not over.

unwilling to accept that their love is over, kim nam joon puts oc’s patience to the test as he puts his plans into motion. he’s more confident, determined, and ever so willing to grovel at oc’s feet for one more chance

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parings:

childhood friend / secret ex-boyfriend nam joon ! + heartbroken / high maintenance ! oc

genre/au:

slice of life

exes to lovers / slight enemies

rich / privileged life au

warnings:

misunderstandings + pettiness + angst

cockiness / jock attitude vs princess / brat attitude

jealousy, implied smut, and sexual tension

note:

dedicated to @joonsjuice because i promised this fic literal EONS ago </3

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

Nam Joon was prepared for this.

Mentally, he knew this was coming. He was destined to feel this kind of ache. It’s just.. He didn’t expect it to hurt this much.

“I can’t believe you actually hit me,” he groans, taking the ice pack offered by his friend. Nam Joon presses the ice pack to his cheek, wincing at the applied pressure. “That was practically a punch, you dick!”

Seok Jin laughs, patting Nam Joon’s shoulders. Nam Joon shrugs off Seok Jin’s touch along with an annoyed eye roll.

“Hey, I only fulfilled a promise.”

It was true.

This punch was a foreshadow even before Nam Joon had left nearly five years ago.

Seok Jin has always been a protective cousin. Everyone knows that Jin doesn’t take the mention of your name lightly. Truly, it was nothing personal. He loved you more, he prioritized you more; you meant a lot to him. He had taken the place of an older brother you never had since the beginning of time. Perhaps that was a perk of being an only child with a cousin that loved to raid your snack cabinet.

Even if he had been friends with Nam Joon since primary school, it had to be done. Even if the tears you cried were sobbed five years ago, the matter of fact is: Nam Joon made you cry.

This hit was the price he had to pay.

“Have you gone to see her yet?” Jin’s tone goes soft. Half of him knows its a touchy subject and the other half can’t help but interfere.

“No,” Nam Joon scoffs. “Maybe when the colour of this bruise kicks in, I’ll go see her.”

“What?”

“I’m hoping she’ll feel bad for me and be nice.”

Seok Jin chuckles, in disbelief at how optimistic his friend is.

Nam Joon had the tendency to believe in you in ways that made others feel puzzled. Perhaps it was because he didn’t stay long enough to experience your rage and often took you at face value. From what he remembers, you’ve always been persistent and bubbly. Others perceived it as you being too naïve. Honestly? You were just too precious for the world and way too flawless for others to even stand a chance.

This is the part where he considers himself lucky. To have gotten to know you from such a young age—thanks to his mother and your late mother’s friendship—he had the privilege of being a part of your world from the very beginning. Therefore, he had always known the good side of living life with you. However, the perks of being your friend quickly felt overwhelming.

As you’ve always been expressive, affectionate to everyone you liked and bluntly honest with those you did not, Nam Joon felt indifferent. Moreover, Nam Joon could not escape this and everyone fell into believing that you were finally faced with something you couldn’t have.

To the world, he was older, smarter, and just a little out of reach. He was the boy next door and you.. You lived in a mansion with two nannies back to back. You could have and actually did have everything you’ve ever wanted. Yet, when it came to him, he often refused. Nam Joon stood prideful and consistent over his motto that he isn’t something you could add to your shopping list.

No.

Instead, he insisted that if you wanted him; you’d have to love him.

That's exactly what you did.

Needless to say, you always had a fighting spirit and it didn’t take much to wear Nam Joon down from his initial rejections.

Truth be told, Nam Joon was a good reality check for you. Your father surely admired that from him. He liked the way Nam Joon humbled you in a way that also preserved and acknowledged your worth. Often bringing you out of your picture-perfect life and reminding you of such humane feelings. Restlessness, frustration, loneliness, joy, and love. He had known you since the beginning of time and has grown to understand the way you process and prevail.

So, yes and so fucking what?

Nam Joon believed in you a little more than others. He had the right to.

“She’s changed,” Seok Jin admits, slightly disappointing his aspiring friend. “After you left, it’s like she shut down or something... It’s harder to make her laugh. It’s harder to change her mind. It’s harder to love her.. And it’s your fault, you asshole,” he breathes. ”I can’t believe you dumped her.”

Nam Joon rolls his eyes in response. “I left for school. I left for my career.”

“Yet you’re back to work for her father.”

“Living abroad was good for my professional and personal growth.”

“Is that what you said when ___’s dad interviewed you?”

“Maybe,” Nam Joon jokes. “I didn’t even go through an interview. He called me after his HR put my resume in the pile of the other candidates they were considering.”

“Is that what you’ll say to ___?”

“Fuck off!” Nam Joon sneers. Almost immediately, the two share a hearty laugh. The air between them feels lighter somehow. Then, it falls into a calming silence.

“Wait, does she even know you’re here?” Jin asks shocked.

Nam Joon scratches the back of his head, giving a guilty look. “Not exactly.. Her dad mentioned wanting it to be a surprise so I went along with it.”

“Her dad doesn’t know you’re her ex.”

“… Guilty as charged,” Nam Joon laughs. “I don’t plan on staying her ex for long so it’ll be fine.”

Confused and beginning to feel the need to protect, Seok Jin glares at Nam Joon. “Dude, I’m for real though.. It’s honestly safe to say that ___ hates your guts. Have you gone mad?” Seok Jin’s tone is concerning. Of course, he loves these two and wants them to end up together.. But he does not wish to be a part of the pain. It was messy when Nam Joon left, it would be such an odd act to clean up after all these years. “She was so broken, dude. I don’t think I can ever see her go through shit like that again.”

“Is that why you punched me extra hard?”

“It’s what you deserve.” Seok Jin insists.

He was right. Nam Joon left so cowardly and is back without much odds in his favour. Would that stop him? Absolutely not. He had to try.

For you, he’d try.

“She didn’t text, you know?” There’s a softness in the way he delivers this information. An underlying tone of insecurity and disappointment almost. “I thought she’d at least text.. Like back when the break up was still new.”

“That’s because I changed your number on her phone,” Seok Jin confesses. Nam Joon looks at him with an expression that is near unreadable. He feels betrayed, to say the least.

“Why would you do that?” Nam Joon gulps.

“If you were me, what would you have done?”

Nam Joon looks at Seok Jin sternly and it’s clear what he has implied. It disappoints Seok Jin.

“What would you have done?” Seok Jin repeats, sounding a little more demanding. “Book a flight back and be with her? After all the fuss you two created? You wanted out, dude. Did you really expect me to keep her waiting for you?”

Seok Jin pauses for Nam Joon’s answer. Nam Joon stays still, only blinking and biting his tongue.

“Joon, I’m happy you’re back. Seriously so fucking happy you grew professionally and personally.. But when it comes to ___, why are you showing up like a dotting teenager? She’s a grown-up now too.”

“It’s not like that—”

“What is it like then? Judging from your pride, I guess all those years of you going the extra mile of insisting that her father shouldn’t be her fast pass to success goes down the drain for your hypocrisy.. Does that sound right to you?”

Nam Joon knows his friend is right. He can’t beat around the bush or sugarcoat any of his intentions. He was selfish for him to wish so, but he would be dishonest if he didn’t come to terms with how he wanted you to yearn for him. He wanted a bigger reaction from you. He wanted to work with something. In response, Nam Joon bows his head, completely aware that the lecture has not ended. In disbelief, Seok Jin’s blood begins to boil.

“You always complained about how she was too immature.. But you were the one that insisted on keeping your relationship a secret when she had no problem telling the world all about you. You were the one that left her out of the blue and now.. What I’m getting at is.. You wanted her to wait for you.. Just in case you wanted her again?”

Seok Jin is a little off with his theory, but Nam Joon feels it’s better to avoid addressing what is meant for you to know and not for others. He settles with: “we were both young.” Nam Joon lifts his head with a defensive look. “I was young.”

“And what? It’s supposed to be okay now that we’re older?”

Again, Nam Joon falls silent.

“You’ve always known she liked you. Since you told her she was pretty wearing her princess dress to your birthday—you had her. So, no, Nam Joon, you’re not stupid,” Seok Jin sighs. “You’re just selfish.”

Again, Nam Joon knows deep down Seok Jin is right but could he really blame himself? It wasn’t that he knew he had made a mistake—in all honesty, Nam Joon doesn’t regret what he did—but he definitely could have done things differently. There was probably a way to keep you around regardless of the distance he brought upon you two. There was probably a way to keep your relationship going—there was definitely a way to keep you.

Leaving was definitely not his smartest move.

“Besides, I’m not trying to befriend her,” Nam Joon hands the ice pack back to Seok Jin before getting up from his seat. “Who said anything about being friends with her again? I was her friend almost all our lives. Dating her was better.”

A dramatic gasp escapes Seok Jin’s lips. “You fucker..”

Nam Joon shrugs. It was true. He could admit to being an ass, but he’d never give up. He doesn’t like to feel defeated even if the circumstances were set up by him.

“Seriously, have you considered how selfish you are?” Seok Jin asks. He doesn’t sound mad anymore. Instead, he sounds genuinely curious. “I love you and want nothing but the best for you.. But I love ___ a lot more and want nothing but the best for her too. If you’re going to do what I think you’re going to do.. Could you let her walk away from you this time?”

“Have you no faith in me?” Nam Joon chuckles, attempting to divert the mood into something of a lighter sense.

“I have some faith in you,” Seok Jin admits, placing his hand on Nam Joon’s shoulder. He grips it for a second and grins. “Even so.. ___’s feelings towards you? That’s where my faith fractures. So, my advice? Know what you want and keep it that way. One slip up, one moment of uncertainty on your part.. All this goes to shit. I’ll support you if you can promise me you know what you want.”

Nam Joon vows something that brings Seok Jin conflicting feelings. Admittedly so, Nam Joon also felt the same when he came to this conclusion. He was here to grant his own wish. He smiles weakly.

“I want her back.”

Jungkook had left you all alone and zoomed out of the lecture because he had a thing.

A thing that was important enough for him to scurry his way out and apologize for not being able to come over and hang out. To that, you grant him forgiveness under the condition that he buys you coffee for the rest of the week. He has no choice but to agree since you drink coffee more than you drink water. With Jungkook out of the way, you take your time to gather your things and get going. You pack your notes and laptop in your school purse and grab your left over iced coffee.

Exiting the building, you feel your phone receive notifications. You pause, open your phone to check, and see it’s from your upcoming coffee boy.

Jungkook (2) Missed Calls

Jungkook [2:37PM]: Girly, there’s some guy leaning against your car?? Wtf

Jungkook [2:38PM] Attached an image

Jungkook [2:28PM]: Yk this weirdo? Call the cops if U don’t. I’m running late, bestie! Gg

Zooming into the picture, you struggle to identify whose leaning against your car. The man's face isn’t in the photo, but something about his posture and figure felt familiar. You run a few names in your head, but conclude to just let yourself experience a surprise. You put your phone away and scan the parking lot for your car. Oddly enough, your noisy friend was right. There was a figure leaning against your car. As you approach, you notice his height and a worn-out baseball cap.

Okay, a little creepy.

Should you call the police?

Just as you contemplate, without warning, the man lifts his head and your eyes meet.

And there it is.

There’s a moment in everyone’s life where they feel the utmost surprise. No, you didn’t feel surprised as much as you felt nauseous. You could tell there were a lot of feelings beginning to arise. All felt warm and sickening like how when you’re throwing up and you can’t stop. It all feels stuck and sharp, but so relieving to have done.

This sight.. This is a throw-up moment.

The rush of shock and pure confusion overwhelms your body halts when he lifts his hand to wave. You must be dreaming. This must be some sick lucid dream.

He can’t be here. He hasn’t been here in so long.. What the hell is he doing here, leaning on your car as if he knew you? Better yet, as if you knew him?

The only thing that made sense.. The only thing that was clear between you two is that when it had ended, you didn’t know if it was over or if it was really over.

Partly because he didn’t sound cold when he told you he had decided the end for you two. When it happened, it felt utterly heartbreaking to go through. Sometimes, people are so caught up with how the moment feels and forget to brace themselves for the days, weeks, months, and years of healing to come.. But not you. That’s exactly why you cried the moment he said what he said. You knew that it would hurt for a long time and this was just the beginning.

For weeks, you couldn’t help but wonder if he had always known this is what he was going to do. For weeks, you wished he had told you earlier than he did so you could have found a way to detach from him before he left. For weeks, you had convinced yourself that you could have changed his mind if you were better when he was around.

The weeks grew to months and months to years. Alone, you realized you’d have to force yourself to get over him. You wouldn’t do it if you had the choice.

Five years have passed since then.

Five years of so much growth, life, and clarity.

Five years without each other.

Then, it happens. In a blink of an eye, everything you’ve learned and unlearned about yourself vanishes. All the rage you turned into courage, all the despair you turned into hope, all the anger.. It just falls through your fingers like sand.

One could imagine this: it’s a sight, truly.

The way he’s leaning against your car with a look on his face that you felt the need to rub your eyes and convince yourself otherwise.

It’s humorous.

It’s devastating.

It’s everything you wanted five years ago.

Kim Nam Joon, your first and only, greets you with a look of love.

You gather whatever confidence you have inside and stare at him blankly. He steps towards you, intending to hug you, and you take a step back. You feel uneasy and it shows.

“Move,” you command, unlocking your car.

He holds his stance. “Hello to you too, ___.”

You offer him a half-assed smile. “Move.”

As stubborn as you are, he is too.

After years of knowing you, he knew he had to be just as strong as you are. He ignores what you say and turns to your car. He looks at it like he’s assessing it. “A Tesla, huh? I thought you were more of a Mercedes Benz kind of girl.”

You don’t answer. Instead, your doors open and you throw your purse inside. He shifts, blocking you from getting in. You can’t help but feel dizzy with the way he’s being so shameless.

How fucking dare he show up out of nowhere and act the way he’s acting? His confidence has always been your guilty pleasure. He knew that.

On the other hand, he wants to touch you. Should he?

Oh, fuck it.

Nam Joon places his hand on your waist, tugging you to take a step closer to him. He’s taller than you—that hasn’t changed and neither has the way it made your heart race. His cap covers your face and you’re thankful because you can feel the way that other students leaving their departments are beginning to eye you two. You feel uneasy with the closeness. It feels comforting and you’re angry at that. You’re angry at how easy this must be for him.

“Move.” You’re almost choking the four-letter word out. How is he still making you feel so small? So nervous.

“Is that all you have to say to me, essa?” You cringe at the pet name you haven’t heard anyone call you since him. You push yourself away from him and place your stiletto on top of his sneakers.

“Where’s your bike, Nam Joon?”

“You’ll be my ride home.”

“No, I won’t.”

“Then you can just ride me,” he smirks. “Again. You know? For old time's sake.”

“You’ve got some nerve,” you bite. “New shoes?”

He glares at you, suddenly remembering the way you throw a fit. Applying pressure, he turns his face and your pleasure is cut short. You quickly lift your foot off at the sight of the discolour around his eye.

“Jin?” you question, fighting the urge to take off the stupid cap. You want to see his face clearly. The bruise looks a little fresh since the colour isn’t deep yet.

Nam Joon offers you a cheeky smile. “Care for me?”

“I’m over you.” You answer a little too quickly. It amuses him and makes you feel embarrassed.

“Never asked if you were.”

Silence.

“But, you know.. If you are over me, why do you look so concerned? Your face. You’re frowning. Look, your eyebrows are doing that thing again,” he pokes the crease made between your furrowed eyebrows. You lighten your eyes, hoping that it would take away the look he’s going on about. He’s always been the type to notice your meaningless habits. It irritates you that he remembers.

One thing you’ve always been annoyed about is how people think they know you better than you know yourself. How is that even possible? It drives you mad.

“Because you’re annoying,” you bash, giving him a devious smile. “I guess some things really don’t change.”

“Maybe,” he starts, quickly moving again to block your attempt to get inside your car. You fold your arms, unamused. Again, he smiles at you sweetly. “You still care.”

“You wish.”

“And if I did?” he reveals. “Would that be such a bad thing?”

The way he chases your eyes makes your stomach turn. How is it that after all this time, you’re still fighting the urge to fall for his words again? It’s like he never even left. Could you even be mad at your body for the way it’s sending electric shocks and waves of neediness?

“Nam Joon, please get out of my way.” It almost sounds like you’re begging. You aren’t. You’re simply tired and this whole thing is just too overwhelming.

“No,” he decides. “Cute manners though. Did you learn some while I was gone?”

You scoff. “What? Did you lose your hearing in five years? Your ability to comprehend anything? What are you even doing here?”

“You know why.”

The suggestion is absurd.

No, you don’t.

You don’t want to know why and you don’t want to guess why. Not right now at least. Groaning in frustration, you take a deep breath.

“Move,” you demand. “Move while I’m still being nice.”

“You know what would be nice?” Nam Joon chimes. “We haven’t got to talking. Let’s talk, ___. We always talk. I beg you, principessa,” he attempts.

For the nth time today, he has made your stomach swirl. This stupid pet name could be the cause of your death.

“What’s there to talk about?” you ask. “You’re a stranger, Mr. Kim.. A mere childhood friend—“

“I was your first kiss.”

“Whose to say?”

“Shall I remind you? Maybe you’ll remember better.”

He takes a step towards you and you instant put your hand on his chest. You feel his heart for a moment. It beats fast and you can’t help but feel close to him all of the sudden.

“Stop,” you beg rather weakly. “Fuck off, Nam Joon.”

“You aren’t even going to welcome me home?”

Alright, Nam Joon sounds stupid now. Home? Here? Certainly not. Home isn’t a place you abandon.

With not much to say, you’re left with the only option. You tip your drink over and let it slowly pour over his new shoes. Yet, he doesn’t break eye contact with you. He doesn’t budge. As the coffee spills over his new shoes, he waits for the cup to empty before opening his mouth to speak.

You beat him to it.

“Welcome home, Nam Joon.”

“Thank you, ___. Good to be back.”

“Good for you. Now tell me something,” you smile at him sweetly. You shove the empty cup to his chest and wipe your wet fingertips on his shirt.

“Anything.” Nam Joon promises, letting you use him like a rag.

“When do you leave?”

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astrolaurical · 9 months

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Not rm saying he wants his ex back in the unreleased song he performed on DDAY-THE FINAL 3 😭 the regression nooooo 😭😭😭😭 What kinda voodoo did this karmic ex DO to him??

OR OR OR I just re-read the lyrics and watched the video. Could this possibly be about his twin flame and saying he wished his divine counterpart would visit him in dreams again??

Is there hope?!!!

#I’m so annoyed #it’s like when ur friend tells u they’re going back to their POS ex #it’s like indigo meant nothing #Namjoon twin flame #Namjoon love life #Namjoon analysis #rm #Namjoon

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sweetestofchaos · 2 years

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BTS’ Scenario to...𝑆𝑒𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑒𝑥 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑

𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪: 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽/𝗋𝖾𝗇. (⇟ 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞 ⇟)

𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚗𝚎

Seokjin

Seokjin was doing his own thing now that he was taking a break. The sun was starting to set, and he was in the mood for something sweet, so he threw on a fresh set of clothes and walked outside. Hailing a cab, Seokjin went into town to one of his favorite places to grab a sweet treat. He paid the taxi driver and made sure his mask was on properly before he got out and went inside of the little café. Thankfully it was empty, only a handful of people in line before him, so Seokjin waited in line. He focused on his phone, playing a game to pass the time until he felt someone tug on his pant leg. Looking away from his phone, Seokjin glanced down and there were two little boys, no longer than three smiling up at him.

“Tall!”

“Supa tall!”

Seokjin laughed and squatted down in front of the boys, sliding his phone into his back pocket. “I am very tall huh?” Seokjin smiled behind his mask as the two boys giggled. “Where is your Eomma?” Seokjin questioned finding it weird that the two toddlers were alone.

The toddlers looked at each other and frowned before they focused on Seokjin. “Eomma is busy.”

“Mommy no play!”

Seokjin looked around the café and stood up, “Come on, let’s get you a treat and then back to your Eomma.” He grabbed both boy’s hands and walked up to the counter.

“Hello! Welcome to-” The woman behind the counter turned around and the smile on her face dropped at the sight of the two boys holding a stranger’s hand. “Alexzander and Nathaniel, get your butts away from that man now!” The woman’s voice was firm as she scolded the toddlers and Seokjin’s eyes widened when he realized that she was their eomma.

The toddlers pulled their hands free from Seokjin and hurried behind the counter with frowns on their faces. Seokjin stared at the woman taking in her dark eyes, thick lips, and brown skin. Her face had a little weight to it, but Seokjin was sure it was her, he would bet his life on it. “Y-Y/N?” Seokjin spoke the woman’s name and when she looked at him confused, “It’s me, Seokjin...Um, J-Jinnie!” Seokjin pulled his mask down to show his face and the woman’s eyes widened.

The last thing you ever expected was to take your break only to sit with your ex and introduce him to your twins, Alex, and Nate. You were impressed by how well Seokjin juggled talking to both, most people were easily flustered by the young duo. It was nice to see Seokjin getting along with them, the large smile on his face silently telling you that he was enjoying himself. Seokjin made them laugh as he broke a churro stick and shoved the pieces underneath his upper lip acting like they were tusks. Alex giggled while Nate tried to copy Seokjin, making you laugh.

Your break was coming to its end, and you felt bad having to hide the boys in the back to keep them out of trouble, but you didn’t have a choice. You usually don’t bring your children to work with you, but your babysitter quit, and it was hard to find a new one. A sudden rush of customers flooded the café, and a coworker called your name for help. Seokjin saw your internal struggle and waved you off while he slipped his mask back onto his face.

“Get back to work. I’ll watch the boys…D-do you mind if I take them to the park?”

Even after all this time apart, you still trusted Seokjin. He was a good guy, and you knew he wouldn’t hurt your children, plus with the amount of people coming in, you feared that someone would recognize him, and you didn’t want to risk that with your children around. You took Seokjin up on his offer and quickly typed your number into his phone in case he needed you and showed him to the back exit.

“Say bye-bye to Eomma. We’re gonna go have fun at the park and eat a bunch of ice cream!”

You wanted to shout in protest but hearing the happy chants from both Nate and Alex, you just shook your head with a smile and watched as Seokjin skipped with them down the street.

Yoongi

Yoongi was running out of food in his apartment, and he had a craving for stir fried beef. Not wanting to order out, Yoongi grabbed his car keys and made the trip to the market closest to him. He made sure he had everything, his wallet, phone, keys, and face mask before he stepped out of the car and walked down the street to enter the farmer’s market. Yoongi loved the freshness of the fruits and vegetables that were sold here, and the meat was yummy too. Keeping to himself, Yoongi stopped by a few stalls and spoke with the venders, paying for a few items that he put away in a reusable bag on his arm.

As he walked, Yoongi spotted a small child, no older than three, trying to reach for a tangerine while her mother was talking to the vender. Smiling, Yoongi walked over and grabbed two tangerines before he squatted down in front of the little girl. Pulling his mask down, Yoongi smiled as the little girl’s large eyes sparkled brightly in the sunlight as she watched him peel one of the tangerines. The braids on her head were decorated with rainbow-colored beads and Yoongi couldn’t help but think the girl seemed to resemble someone he knew. Holding out the peeled fruit, Yoongi offers the tangerine to the little and she quickly taps on her mother’s leg to get her attention.

Yoongi’s ears turn red when the woman turns around and looks at Yoongi through her sunglasses, her eyebrows raising over the frame. Yoongi rubs the back of his neck as he stares up at the woman, “Sorry, she was trying to get one.” Yoongi smiles softly as the little girl takes the tangerine from his hand with a gentle push from her mother. “I-I’ll pay for it,” Yoongi mutters as he stands up and digs in his back pocket for his wallet.

“Don’t worry about it…Min Yoongi.” Yoongi’s head snaps up from looking in his wallet and he stares at the woman with large eyes while she just smiles. She pays the vender for the fruit and once done, she turns her attention to Yoongi. She laughs at Yoongi’s worried and confused face, “Sorry, let me take my glasses off.” The woman removes her sunglass and tosses them into her purse and Yoongi’s breathe leaves his lungs. He blinks a few times, and the woman smiles as the little girl asks to be picked up.

Yoongi watches as the woman picks the little girl up and the woman motions for Yoongi to follow her. Yoongi shoves his wallet into his pocket and walks a little faster to catch up to the woman, “Y/N?”

“Hi, Yoongi.”

He couldn’t believe it; his ex is standing in front of him looking better than ever and she…has a daughter. The little girl looks just like her mother, and it makes Yoongi smile, “She looks just like you.”

Yoongi and Y/N walked around with Tia between them, catching up while shopping. Y/N’s arms were slowly filling up with bags and when Tia asked to be picked up, Yoongi scooped the little girl into his arms without a second thought. He had offered to carry a few of Y/N’s bags, but she declined since Yoongi was already carrying Tia.

“I’m happy that life has been good to you, Y/N. Tia is a sweet little girl.”

“Yeah? That’s ‘cause you gave her that tangerine. It’s her favorite fruit.”

Yoongi laughed and noticed that they were heading towards the exit of the market. “Where are you parked? I’ll walk you.”

“We walked,” Y/N explained. “We don’t live that far away.”

Yoongi shook his head, “You can’t carry all these bags and Tai on your own. I’m sure your husband-”

“I’m not married,” Y/N admitted quietly, and Yoongi licked his lips.

“Let me walk you home, please? I would feel better knowing that you both got home safely.”

Namjoon

Just another day of Namjooning, enjoying the great outdoors and nature. That was how Namjoon thought his day was going to be, but he was wrong. The moment he got the park, he should have felt that something was off. The clouds in the sky were white and fluff but the air was cool and heavy. Namjoon shrugged it off and started his bike ride through the park, his earbuds playing whatever playlist he picked at random. In his own little world Namjoon failed to notice the baseball hurtling his way.

“Look out!” Someone shouted, but Namjoon didn’t hear. The baseball slammed into his back wheel, the sudden impact making Namjoon lose his balance and crash right into a trash can. “Oh!”

Namjoon groaned in pain, his banged up his leg, but other than that he was fine. The palm of his hands were scraped since he tried to break his fall, but thankfully that was the worst of it. The sound of footsteps running towards him caught Namjoon’s attention and when he looked up his breath caught in his throat. There standing in front of him was, Y/N, the woman who broke his heart a few years ago. She stared at Namjoon with wide eyes, the disbelief on her face, clear as day.

“Hey, Mister! Are you, okay?”

Namjoon visible startled at the new voice and he focused on the scene in front of him. A little boy around the age of six stood beside Y/N with a guilty frown on his face and when Namjoon looked again, he noticed that Y/N had a baby wrapped on her back.

“Mister?” The little boy’s frown deepens at Namjoon’s lack of attention and Y/N takes a step forward offering Namjoon her hand.

Shaking his head, Namjoon declines Y/N’s help and stands up. “I’m okay, kid…” Namjoon turns his attention to the baby peaking at Namjoon from over Y/N’s shoulder and he raises an eyebrow. “Thought you didn’t want-”

“They are my sister’s.” Y/N cuts Namjoon’s words off and places a hand on the little boy’s head. “This is Darnel and the little one behind me is Sasha.” Y/N smiles down at Darnel and gives him a light push forward, “Say, hi, Nel. This is one of my friends.”

Namjoon squats down to Darnel’s height and holds out his hand, “Hi, Darnel. I’m Namjoon…was that your baseball that hit me?”

Darnel shakes Namjoon’s hand and nods his head shyly, “Sorry mister Namjoon.”

Namjoon smiles and stands up. He grabs his bike and the baseball, “Do you want to play catch? I don’t think your aunt is very good.”

Darnel’s eyes light up at Namjoon’s eyes and he nods his head excitedly, “Really? You’ll play with me? This is gonna be so fun!” Darnel runs off back towards where Y/N had a blanket set up with snacks to grab his baseball glove.

Namjoon starts to walk beside Y/N with is bike, “How long do you have the kids?” Namjoon questions and Y/N bites her lip making Namjoon wonder if there’s more to the story.

“I-I have custody of them.”

Namjoon stops walking at Y/N’s words, “What?”

Y/N sighs and pushes her braids out her face, “My sister had her priorities backwards, so, now I have them.” Namjoon hums at Y/N’s words and Y/N sighs, “I’m sorry, Joon.”

Namjoon shakes his head and continues to walk up the small hill. “You should have to apologize for doing the right thing. I’m sorry if I made you feel that way.” Namjoon offers Y/N a smile and reaches out to stock Sasha’s cheek making the baby giggle happily. “How old is she?”

“Six months. Sash will be seven months on the twelfth.”

“Wait.” Namjoon glances at Sasha and Y/N laughs. “She’s a bora baby?”

“Yes, Joonie. Sasha is bora baby. She was born June twelfth.”

Namjoon smiles, his dimples of full display and rubs the back of his neck, “M-maybe I can help you with the kids, you know since you’re back in Korea?”

Hoseok

Hoseok was on his way to lunch when he got stuck at a red light. He sighed and rested his elbow on the window before he glanced at the crosswalk. There were a few people waiting for the sign to change and his foot nearly slipped off the break when he saw a familiar face in the crowd holding a small child in her arms. Blinking, Hoseok watched as his ex-girlfriend walked across the street with a little boy in her arms. She looked happy. The smile on her face was bright, but Hoseok could tell that something was off. Deciding that Y/N was more important, Hoseok quickly flicked on his turn signal and kept his eyes on her. He didn’t want to lose track of her. The light turned green, and Hoseok turned, quickly pulling up alongside of Y/N. He put the car into park and quickly exited the vehicle, nearly choking himself since he was still buckled in.

Stumbling out of the car, Hoseok looked around to find Y/N and he smiled when he saw the little boy’s twists bouncing around in the crowd. Hoseok jogged through the crowd, and he called Y/N’s name twice before the little boy smiled and waved at Hoseok. Y/N stopped walking and turned around with a confused frown on her face. The moment she saw Hoseok, she tightened her grip on her son.

“Y/N!” Hoseok jogged up to her a little out of breath and Y/N stared at him.

“Hoseok?” She looked around and noticed that a few people were watching them. It made her tuck her son’s head into her neck. “You’re not wearing a mask.” She pointed out and Hoseok’s eyes widened.

“Shit! S-sorry…can we talk?” Hoseok jabbed his thumb behind him, and Y/N saw a car parked on the street a few feet away. Y/N sighed but nodded her head and followed Hoseok back to his car. Hoseok opened the passenger side door for Y/N and she slide, moving her son to sit in her lap. Hoseok walked around the car and jumped in the front seat. He tuned slightly in his seat and smiled, “You look great! How have you been? Is this your son?”

Y/N smoothed down her son’s braids as he smiled at Hoseok and reached out for him. “I’ve been okay, Hobi…” Y/N carefully handed her son to Hoseok, and she could see his eyes turn into hearts. “Justin just had his second birthday a week ago. We’re on our way to get something to eat before we go to the water zoo.”

“Ooooh, lil man is two? Sorry I missed his birthday, I didn’t know.” Hoseok widened his eyes at Justin. “Can I treat you both to lunch? I would love to catch up with you and get to know Justin-” Hoseok cut himself off and sighed. “Sorry, I’m being rude. I don’t want to put you in an awkward position with your hus-”

“It’s just the two of us and we wouldn’t mind having lunch with you. Isn’t that right Just? Wanna eat with Uncle Hobi?”

Justin clapped his hands and wrapped his little arms around Hoseok’s neck, “Uncle Hobi! Yay!”

Y/N frowned as she realized something, “You don’t have a car seat.”

Hoseok waved her off, “There’s a shop on this street that sell that type of stuff. I’ll get one and then we can be on our way.”

Y/N started to protest, but Hoseok had already put a mask on his face and changed his hat. He opened his car door and slide out with Justin held tightly in his arms. Y/N sighed and got out of the car before he was left behind. Hoseok and she walked to the store and Hoseok insisted on paying for the car seat since he was the one that needed it.

“I meant to ask, what’s a water zoo?”

Y/N laughed. “Justin can’t say aquarium, so he calls it the water zoo.”

“Wah!” Hoseok stared at Justin in total amazement. Kids are so freaking smart.

#soc bts #bts fluff #bts angst #kpop ambw #exes to lovers #bts hoseok #bts seokjin #bts namjoon #bts yoongi #bts scenarios #bts x black reader #black!reader #daddy!bts #exqueuese me

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kimtaesss · 2 years

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Summary: your ex boyfriend from 2 years ago has returned. Despite wanting to avoid him at all cost it’s impossible when you both share the same friend group. To make things worse, he has come back with a girlfriend.

Pairing: Taehyung x reader; Yoongi x reader

Genre: angst, fluff, exes to (?), exes au

Warnings: messy feelings, unrequited love, rejection, stupid decision making, honestly just be prepared for chaos.

Chapters:

One: he’s back

Two: thinking of you

three: (tba)

Four: (tba)

taglist: @bjoriis @btsbangers @kimxhanbin131 @got7usernames @gotjimin13 @laylasbunbunny @rjsmochii @jhopeshopee @taeriffic @shydestinyyouth @tarahardcore @sukunasrealgf @whoa-jo @starlight-night0 @taebangtanbabe

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jvngkook97 · 1 year

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Glimpse of Us

synopsis; in which Namjoon runs into you — his ex, at an awards show.

pairing; ex!namjoon x ex!reader

genre; angst, hint of fluff, drabble, idol au, ex au

warnings; a bit of POV switching and joon hopelessly being still in love with you 🙃

rating; PG-13

w/c; 778

a/n; imagine if he actually looked at you that way omg.

this is part of an ongoing random gif inspired drabble series. you can find other short fics to read like this here

He knew it was only a matter of time, as did you, but nothing could prepare him for the amount of memories that flooded his mind upon seeing you for the first time since your split.

It was his first time coming alone to an awards show. Normally, he would have his band mates by his side, a friend, or you — his now ex.

When he stepped out of the unmarked vehicle, his confidence was through the roof. The smiles and posing came easy, like second nature. The flashes were blinding, the shutters of the cameras were loud, the praise of the fans was heartwarming.

He thought he was doing well.

He thought that after a year of being apart, he was finally over you.

He was about to be proven wrong.

In the middle of answering an interview question about his upcoming music, he’s asked if there’s any possible way that you could’ve inspired any tracks.

“I’ll just let the lyrics speak for themselves.” His answer is cryptic, and the interviewer ‘oooo’s’ for dramatic effect. Thinking the interview is close to being done, he’s about to politely excuse himself when he gets interrupted by the interviewer’s gasps of delight.

They point at an area above his shoulder and behind him. The crowd around him also murmurs in shared excitement and he swears he hears your name whispered among them.

As if in slow motion, he turns around, and has to do a double take when he sees you in all your beautiful glory, dress flowing effortlessly around you as you walk and wave with a dazzling smile that has his eyes widening both in amazement and fear.

His breath gets caught in his throat, heart rate increasing to an abnormal speed. His palms become sweaty and he has to wipe them on his pants discreetly as your figure draws closer to where he’s at.

You haven’t noticed him yet.

For a split second, it crosses his mind to just run while he can and avoid the impending reunion with you, but ultimately his decision is made for him when the same interviewer calls out your name loudly, and waves you over.

Here goes nothing.

“Miss Y/L/N, we were just talking about you! How are you? You look amazing in your dress!”

You keep a healthy distance between you and Namjoon, smile tight, and brow raising in question at the interviewer’s words.

“All good things, I hope?” Your eyes meet Joon’s for the first time and it takes everything you have to keep your eyes from watering as you look away first, feigning cleaning off makeup from your eyes with your fingertip in an attempt to remain poised.

He frowns, noticing your tell for when you’re upset. Clearing his throat, he fixes the attention back on himself to allow you a moment to collect yourself. You give him a small smile in thanks. He nods subtly.

After a few indirect questions he skillfully dodged about your previous relationship, the focus was once again switched back to you. Full smile on display, you answer some questions yourself, keeping calm and witty, even sharing a few laughs with Joon.

Something you realized that you missed hearing until now.

As it finally comes to a close, you both make your ending remarks, wishing each other well in future endeavors and congratulating one another on your individual award nominations. To his surprise, it was you to make the first move. Your hand lays on his chest as you lean up to give him a chaste kiss on his cheek. Gently patting his chest, you step away and give him a final wave with a warm smile.

“See you, Joon.” Your voice is light and airy, eyes full of a kind of love he didn’t deserve.

Try as he may, his voice cracks as he replies, and your smile falters, the brightness in your eyes dimming.

“See you, y/n.”

He’s the one to pivot on his heel and walk away, hands shoved anxiously in his pants pockets, knowing if he allowed himself to look at you any longer his fake facade of being put together would begin to crumble in front of millions of viewers — in front of you.

And, most importantly, he didn’t want you to see how hopelessly in love with you he still is.

If he turned back around right now, he would witness your tearful eyes full of longing, lip quivering so badly you have to bite it, as you stare at his departing back with a sliver of hope that he would run back to you with a public declaration of love.

But, he never does.

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dearedwardteach · 6 months

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learning hayley kiyoko is a zionist through a kim namjoon deleted instagram story was not on my 2k23 bingo card but here we go 🙃🙃🙃

#i hate it here #she was such an importsnt artist to me i saw her live three times my computer background is a secen yo picture of me and my ex at her m&g #i made sonmany good friends at her shows #aaaaaaaah i am so fucking disappointed #hayley kiyoko #kim namjoon #well he deleted it so at least he isnt i suppose? but DAMN i am sad #and i was so happy he keeps posting songs by queer artists too 😭😭😭

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vminterludes · 1 year

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For Better or Worse

summary: Breaking up with your fiancé a week before your wedding is hard. Ending up on the trip that was supposed to celebrate the happy union with your now ex-fiance is infinitely harder.

But as the trip goes on, can Jimin and Taehyung find their way back to one another, one awkward couples’ activity at a time?

vmin (jimin/taehyung)

explicit | oneshot (17.2k)

tags: lovers to exes to lovers, vacation au, angst, one bed, jealousy, misunderstandings, side namseok, hate/makeup sex

find the story on AO3

#bts smut #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts #bts jimin #bts taehyung #bts vmin #vmin fic #vmin #angst with a happy ending #exes to lovers #jimin #taehyung #namjoon #rm #jhope #hoseok #vminterludes

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jungk0oksthighs · 2 years

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Against The Odds | Fitting

Pairing - jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader

Genre - smut, angst, fluff, established relationship, ceo!jungkook, ceo!reader, attorney!taehyung

Word count - 5.2k

You have your first wedding dress fitting

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, oc is stressed, dirty talking, very explicit rough quickie sex, spanking

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

“Why doesn’t Namjoon just put him in day care? Why does it always have to be you that watches him?” Yuri’s question is innocent enough, her ladoring eyes glued to your nephew who’s sleeping in his car seat next to your big white office desk.

It’s a Monday afternoon and you’re balancing work with caring for baby Charlie – a difficult multitask to say the least. You’re distracted either way you look at it. Your focus can’t be fully on the sizable stack of paperwork you’re going through when he’s awake and crying to be fed. And your sole focus can’t be looking after him when you realise how far behind on said paperwork you truly are.

Yuri has been your assistant since day one of 4U and she’s amazing at what she does. Taking your daily duties in her stride and minimising your workload, managing your conference calls and meetings efficiently to make sure you’re never unavailable for more than an hour at a time. Over the last seven months your relationship with Yuri has blossomed into something more than professional, in fact, you’d consider her to be your only close female friend now.

Much like the overall aesthetic of 4U, every room in the building is decorated dusty pink with gold accessories. It’s a dream to have a little space of your own away from everything when life gets too much, or at least it would be if you weren’t having to juggle being an aunt and CEO of the company most days.

“He trusts me with him, you know how hard it is for parents to send their children off to strangers… Especially at this age.” Why you’re defending your ex-boyfriend you’ve no idea, as much as you love Charles and love spending time with him you can’t remember the last time Namjoon actually stuck to the agreement of you having him one night per week. It’s a little much.

“I get that,” Yuri nods understandingly across from you, flicking her glossy pin-straight black hair over her shoulder, “You’re a lot calmer than I would be about the situation though… If I were you—”

“Except you’re not me.” You playfully roll your eyes, licking your manicured thumb to separate the sheets of paper that have a deadline to be dealt with. That deadline being last week.

“What about your parents? Surely they can help him out?”

“Mmm… My dad isn’t in the best health, I don’t want to put on them right now.”

“Y/N when was the last time you actually slept? Or the last time you had any free time? You can’t keep doing this.” She’s shaking her head gently, her rounded features sympathetic and kind.

You lean back in the velvet pink swivel chair, sighing, “I know… I know… Kook’s told me the same thing.”

Which he has. It seems after his impromptu night out with Taehyung this weekend he’s gained enough confidence to voice his opinion on the matter. Whether that was down to his best friend or not you’ll never know. You do know that your fiancé is coming from a good place though, he thinks that Namjoon is using you for childcare and the evidence does certainly point in that direction. But if it wasn’t you looking after Charles it would be some stranger. What if he didn’t like them? What if he couldn’t settle? What if the stranger wasn’t good with babies? No, you made a promise to yourself to always be there for your nephew, and you’re going to keep that promise no matter how mentally, physically and emotionally draining it’s proving to be.

“Why don’t you get a nanny? It’s not like you and Jungkook can’t afford it. And it doesn’t have to be all the time, just a few hours a week when you have him. You deserve a break, he’s not even your child he’s not your responsibility at the end of the day. Namjoon is asking way too much of you these days.”

A pained laugh bubbles your throat, “Tell me about it.”

A nanny? Doesn’t sound like the worst idea in the world – even if you only have help a couple of hours a week like Yuri said, just so you can focus on your career. And planning your wedding. And staying sane. You sigh again, this time more dramatically when you look to your assistant.

Yuri is great, and she’s fucking beautiful. Everything about her is soft and warm, her plump curves, her gentle smile. At this point you would trust her with your life, hell you’d even trust her with Charlie’s life she’s that caring and kind. Her aura oozes maternal guidance. Sometimes she can be a little… provocative, but you respect her and her life choices either way. Before you met Jungkook you were no stranger to the one night stand lifestyle, it’s not all bad. And she’s right about this, the help would be greatly appreciated right now.

“Can you schedule interviews for some potential child minders? The best of the best though, fully qualified, years of experience… I’ll talk to Namjoon about it see what he says.”

“Of course, only the best of the best for our little man Charlie!” She chuckles, pulling a large rose gold iPad from her bag, “Oh and don’t forget you have a dress fitting this evening at five pm. Your mother and Jimin are meeting us there.”

“Well… Good job you reminded me cause I totally forgot.”

“Just doing my job.” She winks with an exaggerated click of her tongue.

Yuri is great, thank god you found her before she was swooped up by another CEO.

Much to your disappointment your mother never arrives to your wedding dress fitting, you presume she’s busy with your sister since the decision on whether she’s ready to leave Cypher House is being made today. You’re not surprised that she’s forgotten, but you do find yourself wiping away a stray tear in the changing rooms when it suddenly dawns on you that she’s genuinely not coming.

“Don’t keep us waiting!” You hear the unmistakable sound of Jimin’s breathy laughter from the waiting area, “I’m dying to see what it looks like after those pictures you sent me! Aww no, what’s wrong little guy? Come to uncle Jimin…”

The plan is to drop Charlie off at Namjoon’s apartment after your dress fitting, the boutique you’ve chosen is closer to your office than his place so it makes the most sense to do it this way. As always Jimin is giggly as ever, happy to be around the bouncing bundle of joy and play the role of the doting uncle. Well, he’s not really his uncle – but heaven forbid anybody tell him that because he’ll set them straight. In his eyes there’s no doubt about it, he is uncle Jimin.

Lace clings to your curves and emphasises your waist, hugging your ass and proudly displaying your bare arms with a subtle amount of cleavage in the strapless gown. if it wasn’t for your glossy eyes staring back at you in the mirror you’d be smiling right now. The dress is perfect, absolutely perfect. You look like a vision, dare you say it maybe even like a floating angel as you gracefully saunter into the main waiting area wearing the gorgeous white gown.

“Oh my god.” Yuri gasps, her mouth agape.

“Y/N… You look…” Jimin is equally as awestricken, his heartfelt smile lights up the room as he bounces your nephew on his knee, covering his ears, “Holy shit Y/N. You look stunning.”

“Thank you.” You smile coyly, picking up the heavy skirt to stand on the white platform that centres the room.

“What’s wrong?” Jimin clocks your disappointment straight away, his crescent moon like eyes growing wider with concern when his fingers toy with his brunette locks, “Don’t you like it?”

“No I love it,” You reassure him, smoothing the heaps of material over your body to get a better look in the mirror, “I think this could be the one… I just wish my mum was here to see it too.”

Yuri deflates, her body language oozing empathy, “I’m sure she has a good reason—"

“Nah fuck her.” Jimin scoffs unapologetically, “It’s her loss, her youngest daughter is getting married you’d think she wouldn’t forget something as important as this. I know she’s your mum but I stand by what I said. Fuck her.”

“Jimin…” Yuri scolds him with shocked features.

“No he’s right… You would’ve thought she’d be a bit more excited about this.” You sigh, trying to keep it together for the sake of everybody in the room.

Your best friend puts Charlie back into his car seat, fixing the clasp and giving him a dummy to keep him occupied before making his way over to the podium. Standing proudly beside you, you have to admit he does look a little humorous wearing blue jeans and a grey t shirt next to a bride to be in the mirror. But that doesn’t stop him from wrapping his arm over your shoulders, soothingly rubbing your bare skin.

“You’re perfect. Look at you…” A smile with the radiance of ten thousand suns tugs his lips.

“It’s not too much?” You alter your pose, trying to catch a glimpse of every angle.

Jimin chuckles, grabbing the small of your waist to spin you in place, “No, it’s just right. Jungkook is a lucky guy, imagine being able to call the most beautiful woman in the world your wife.”

“Mmm,” You snort at his sudden affection, “Yknow that’s a common opinion lately.”

“Oh? Some guy been hitting on you or something?” He asks while rearranging the material of your train, sighing contently when he’s smoothed out the wrinkles, “Do I need to beat someone’s ass? Better yet does Jungkook need to beat someone’s ass?”

“No, just Taehyung being the flirtatious gentleman he is and drunkenly telling me how lucky his best friend is.”

Jimin brings a palm to his mouth, a not-so-successful attempt to stifle his laugher, “He said that? Bold of him to assume Jungkook won’t break his nose for being so forward with you.”

“It wasn’t like that, he was just being nice.” You defend his honour with a small shake of your head.

“Yeah yeah…” You don’t miss the way Yuri eats up the change of subject, giving that she has this insane conspiracy theory that Taehyung, your fiancé’s best friend, has the hots for you, “Just being nice my ass Y/N.” She snorts.

You tut playfully, “He’s like that with everybody honestly, I still need to introduce the two of you properly and you’ll see for yourself.”

“Y/N has a point,” Jimin interjects, still playing around with the fabric of your wedding dress, “The guy’s flirty as fuck at the best of times, never mind after a few drinks.”

“Exactly. Also stop swearing when Charlie’s around, I won’t tell you again.” Your shoulders bounce with silent giggles, this must be the millionth time you’ve scolded him for the self and same thing now.

“Sorry.” He grumbles with a smirk, “Anyway… I don’t think you’re gonna find a dress better than this one. You look perfect-, oh wow is that a pocket?”

“Mhm, I noticed that too… It’s well hidden right?”

“Yeah you can’t tell from the outside at all, so handy.” He nods, further inspecting the garment when he shoves his hand into it, “Perfect for sneaking booze on the big day. Or your phone, pretty sure you could fit a vibrator in here if you really wanted to…”

“I don’t want to.” You snort, jokingly shoving him off the podium, “I hope to be having sex with my new husband that night, not a vibrator.”

Your best friend’s head kicks back with booming laughter when he sits down, taking at least forty pictures of you, “Why not both? You guys are freaks.”

Yuri claps excitedly, “He’s right Y/N… I mean about the dress, I don’t want to know what you and Jungkook get up to behind closed doors... You do look unreal, you need to buy it before somebody else does.” You welcome the conversational change, knowing all too well that you and Jimin would get carried away talking about salacious activities all night if Yuri wasn’t here to put a stop to it.

“Mmm…” You ponder, you do love this dress almost as much as the man you’re marrying, but you still want your mother to see it before you commit to buying it, “Ah I don’t know… I really want my mum’s opinion before I buy a dress.”

“Let’s rearrange another fitting then?” Jimin nods, completely understanding your predicament like he always does. “I’ll drag her here myself if I have to because you need this dress.”

You’re admiring your reflection when you smile contently, “I think you’re right, it’s not gonna get much better than this.”

Jungkook scans the apartment upon arrival, noticing your figure on the sofa with your eyes glued to your laptop. You’re so busy trying to catch up with work that you don’t even feel his presence behind you, his inked fingers covering your eyes and blocking your vision.

“What’re you up to?”

“Erm…” You feign a deep thought after you jump, loosely gripping his wrists, “Just catching up with work, well I was before you blinded me.” You chuckle, pulling his hands down to pepper them with tiny kisses.

At this Jungkook snorts, climbing over the back of the sofa as if it’s nothing to sit next to you, “No Charlie tonight?”

You shake your head, gaze fixed to the screen in front of you full of numbers and people’s contact information, “Dropped him off at Joon’s after the fitting.”

“Ah, how’d it go? You find your dress yet?”

“I think so.” You smile brightly, turning to face him, “I’m almost done with this by the way, I’ll be all yours in like… thirty minutes.”

“You work too hard these days,” He kisses your shoulder before standing, “I’ll do dinner tonight then, what do you fancy? Besides me.”

Your head kicks back with a small giggle, “I’m not really hungry to be honest.”

“Still gotta eat though baby, I’ll fix us something small while you finish work.”

You watch your fiancé head into the kitchen, ogling the way his back muscles flex beneath his blue fitted shirt a little too long to be considered a coincidence. As always he looks impeccable, dark hair slicked back save for one tiny strand that rests against his forehead. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, flaunting his intricate body art and expensive Rolex.

“Sooo… how was the fitting? Did your mom cry?” He chuckles in the midst of banging pots and pans and glassware around in the other room.

“Actually she didn’t come.” You sigh, still debating whether or not to message her and ask why she couldn’t make it, “Was just me, Jimin and Yuri.”

The silence is sudden and thick, you know he’s probably just as disappointed as you with your mother and doesn’t know what to say to comfort you. It’s okay though, it gives you some time to gather your thoughts and input the correct data into the spreadsheet you’re working on. When you graduated business school you knew that this field of work would be time consuming and somewhat difficult. Maybe it’s because you’re worn out, or maybe you’re just having an off day, but for whatever reason you can’t bring yourself to fully concentrate on the task at hand.

“Did you at least get a picture of the dress to show her?” Is what Kook settles for, you can’t see him right now but you know he’s probably shaking his head in disbelief that your own mother didn’t go to your wedding dress fitting.

“Yeah Jimin took like fifty… Plus I’ve scheduled another fitting so she can see it in the flesh before I buy it.”

“Mmm, good idea. How much is it?”

“None of your business.” You laugh to yourself, “I told you already I’m paying for my own dress you don’t need to worry about it.”

“Fine, fine, just trying to lessen your burden and be a good husband but whatever…” He sighs defeatedly, but something tells you this won’t be the end of it, “Can I see a picture of it?”

This gets your attention. You give up with work and save the document before shutting your laptop. “First of all you aren’t my husband yet, and secondly it’s bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the wedding and you know it is.”

“Didn’t realise you were superstitious… Does it really count if it’s just a picture though?” He hums, completely unaware of you presence in the room. You sneak up behind him, covering his eyes with your manicured hands.

“What’re you up to?” You giggle, nuzzling your head into his muscular back. Fuck, he smells like expensive cologne with the faintest hint of warm vanilla.

At this Jungkook removes your hands, playfully taking them between his teeth and biting them, “Trying to cook us some dinner… Except I don’t know what I’m doing.” He scoffs, obviously ashamed of himself, “Is instant ramen okay? Actually do we even have instant ramen? I can’t remember the last time we went grocery shopping.”

“You know in all the time we’ve been living together I’ve seen you use this kitchen like… twice.” You snort, and he turns in place to look down at you with disapproving hooded eyes.

“Does fucking in the kitchen count as using it?” His brow quirks, smirk plastered on his handsome face, “Because if it does I think we both know I’ve definitely used it more than twice.”

Snaking your hands up to his body you drape them round his neck, pulling him closer, “Wanna use it one more time?” You mirror his smirk, toying with the dark hairs at the nape of his neck.

A deep, throaty chuckle rattles his chest before he grips the back of your thighs and plants you onto the kitchen island. “You… are something else.” He whispers, crashing his lips to yours in a series of frenzied, messy kisses that make your head spin.

“Shit, feels like we haven’t done this in ages.” He pants, breath hot against your mouth while you get to work unbuttoning his shirt. He’s right, you haven’t had sex in almost a week and your bodies already crave each other from every little touch.

“I know…” You moan, throwing your head back in bliss when he expertly removes your shirt and bra and begins tweaking your sensitive nipples, “Fuck… Jungkook please, no teasing tonight. I need you now.”

Dipping his head to your chest he takes one bud between his lips and sucks harshly, groaning against your skin when you cup the huge bulge in his trousers. It’s desperate, it’s rushed, it’s messy and it’s hot. Nearly seven days of pent up frustration stains the air, you’ve been so stressed recently that you allow yourself to be completely consumed by the sexiest man you know, quickly freeing his length from his clothes.

“Baby… You’re not gonna be able to walk when I’m done with you.” He murmurs, snapping his head back to yours, tongue sliding past your lips with urgency. One hand tugs the hair at your scalp, pulling your head back to give him easier access. The other hand kneads your breast with so much pressure you’re certain you’ll be bruised tomorrow.

“Fuck… Jungkook please, fuck me.” You mewl, hands flying up to his neck to bring him impossibly closer.

He wastes no time in grabbing the waistband of your sweats, urging you to lift up slightly before he drags them off your legs and throws them to the ground. His cock looks painfully hard, it feels painfully hard when you begin to pump the shaft, fuelled by nothing but the desire to have him now. His unbuttoned dress shirt hangs loosely from his frame, drawing more attention to his toned and taught abdomen that tenses beneath your ministrations. He’s a whimpering wreck, as are you, both so fucking desperate to feel each other in every way possible.

“You’re so fucking sexy Y/N… And all mine.” He swallows your moans, dropping a hand to your core he roughly rubs his palm to your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Oh my god-,” You hiss, hips buckling up to meet his hand, “Right there, fuck yes…”

“Right here?” He takes your lip between his teeth, biting down hard enough to draw blood, but in this moment you can’t bring yourself to care. His palm presses down on your clit even harder, your thighs are already jolting and jumping from the oversensitivity, “Use your words.”

“Right there!” You nod frantically, the slick between your folds spilling out onto the countertop with every movement he makes.

“I’ve missed seeing you like this…” He hisses when you cup his balls, eyes squeezed shut with his sharp jaw hanging open, “So fucking sexy, nothing compares to how you look right now.”

“Ahh-,” You whine, marking the flesh of his neck with harsh sucks and open-mouthed kisses, “Shit... Keep going… Don’t stop.”

In one swift display of brute strength Jungkook lifts you from the kitchen island, turns your back to his sweat-beaded chest and bends you over the surface. The countertop is cool against your naked body, you almost complain at the loss of contact but before you have chance your fiancé brings his palm down to the fat of your ass cheek in a loud, stinging slap that pierces the atmosphere.

“You’re not coming just yet baby.” He delivers another ruthless slap, squeezing the pain away once he’s done, “I need you to come around my cock tonight.”

“Then fuck me…” You pant against the kitchen side, “Please…”

Within seconds he’s slammed every hard inch of himself into your sopping walls, until the crown of him smacks against your cervix. A guttural moan tears from his throat at the sensation of your wet pussy welcoming him, squeezing him in the most sinful way. You gasp, feeling so unbearably stuffed, almost like you’re about to split open any second.

“Jungkook!” Your mouth hangs open in a silent ‘o’, hands knocking everything off the surface you’re bent over when you scramble to support your weight.

With one hand digging into your hip hard enough to shatter bones, and the other pushing your face against the worktop he pounds you hard. So hard that you’re blubbering from his huge size, but he doesn’t let up, no, his thick member assaults your hole so vigorously, so dangerously rough each time he pulls back and rams himself back in. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the penthouse, along with grunted profanities from the man snapping his pelvis to your ass so hard that your legs already feel like jelly.

“Baby…” The pet name slips out of his lips despite the fact he’s biting down on them hard, brows furrowed with pleasure when the hand on your head starts to explore the length of your spine, “Such a good fucking girl for me, hm?”

Unable to muster coherent words you nod in agreement, but that does nothing save for earning you another harsh spank to your ass. You’re sure you hear him chuckle from behind, the sound almost goes unnoticed between the squelching and banging noises between your hot bodies.

“Yes!” You scream, the coil that lies in the depths of your stomach tightening with each and every thrust into you, “I’m-, I’m close.”

“Already?” He says with a smirk, snaking his spanking hand round your front to rub messy patterns against your throbbing clit, “Go on, come all over my cock. Show me how good it feels.” He huffs.

“Ohhh-,” You knock something else off the countertop, by the sounds of it it was a glass that’s now shattered on the ground, “Oh my god…” You’re shrieking from equal parts pain and pleasure, abdomen hot and tight with a flame that threatens to ignite at any moment.

“You like it when I fuck you like this?” Jungkook groans when your walls tighten around him, your orgasm fast approaching, “Tell me how much you like it.” He manages to choke out between hisses and grunts.

“So-, sooo much…” Your head is spinning, body jolting up and down the surface with every hard slam of his hips. But it’s the way he speeds up rubbing your clit, so agonisingly fast that your orgasm hits you without much more of a warning, “I’m gonna—” Your own obscene moans cut you off, your walls contracting and squeezing Jungkook’s length when you come.

“Fuck!” Both his hands find your hips, dragging your limp body back to his cock as though it wasn’t deep inside you enough already, “You’re gonna make me come… Shit, shit, shit—”

You’re sobbing, body aching and bruised but you’ve never known a relief like it. It’s after ten, maybe eleven more hard pounds to your pussy that your fiancé’s own orgasm hits him harder than a tonne of bricks. He bottoms out, shoving every centimetre of himself deep into you with a husky groan that sounds borderline animalistic when he fills you with come.

It’s a good job he’s behind you because when the tip of him presses against your cervix again your knees finally give way and buckle. He catches you effortlessly, breaking your fall before it happens. The sound of heavy breathing fades into white noise as you revel in the sinful ecstasy enveloping your naked body. You’re so utterly fucked out that you don’t hear Jungkook speaking to you, not until he’s pulling your body up to his chest and turning it to face him.

“Mind the glass…” He repeats with an exhale in a low voice, pressing his damp forehead to yours. When you don’t respond he chuckles, “Earth to Y/N… Are you okay?”

You nod, still trying to steady your breathing, “Mmm, I’m-, I’m fine…”

“Sorry if I went too far, you should’ve said—”

“You didn’t.” You reassure him immediately, draping your hands round his neck, “Promise me that when we’re married you’ll still fuck me like that.”

“Oh that’s a done deal.” His white teeth almost clink against yours when he kisses you, his lips gentle and soft.

There’s something so intimate about having someone wash you. Maybe it’s the way Jungkook brushes the soapy sponge against your skin in the shower, or maybe it’s simply the fact that he’s that also naked in the shower with you. Whatever the reason, you find it difficult to imagine ever loving him more than you do in this moment. Fuck, how did you get so lucky? Once you’re both dressed, well barely, you’re wearing nothing other than one of your fiancé’s oversized t shirts. He's wearing grey sweatpants that hang a little low on his hips… You follow him into the kitchen on shaky legs, having worked up quite the appetite.

“Oh hey Tae, when did you get here?” Jungkook looks equally as surprised as you, his best friend’s feline eyes are comically wide with concern at all the smashed glassware and dishes that scatter the floor.

Taehyung must’ve come here straight from the gym, his damp purple workout clothes a clear giveaway. He’s frowning, gesturing to the mess you’ve made with his large hands, “What the fuck happened in here? Did you guys get into a fight?”

“Not quite.” Jungkook clears his throat, tonguing his cheek before sharing a knowing look with you that makes you blush. “Sorry I didn’t hear you come in. Everything okay?”

You don’t miss the realisation that washes over Taehyung, his eyes flickering to you before the Adam’s apple in his throat bobs somewhat uncomfortably, “I-, yeah everything’s fine… I just came by to let you know that Ruth’s legal team got in touch with me.”

“Wait, what?” Your legs almost give way again but you manage to steady yourself, something else that doesn’t seem to go a miss by the now very awkward looking attorney.

“So you were right, she got out tonight.” He doesn’t look at you, instead his eyes bore into his best friend who visibly tenses at his words, “She’s with her parents now.”

“You told him?” You’re next to look at Jungkook, confusion and disappointment blanketing your features.

“I-,” He doesn’t try to defend his honour, instead he shakes his head softly with a guilt-ridden expression, “I’m sorry baby, I was drunk and in my defence Tae did say he wouldn’t say anything…” If looks could kill, Taehyung would’ve been shot to the ground that very moment.

Your brows raise, “That’s not really a good defence Kook…”

“I know, fuck I’m so sorry Y/N it just slipped out in conversation.”

Taehyung sighs from across the room, eyes locked on to your frame, “Shit Y/N I’m sorry… I-, he did ask me not to-, yknow what I’m just gonna leave you guys to it. I hope you’re okay... I’m really sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologise for anything Tae,” A puff of unamused air comes from your nostrils when your stare finds your fiancé looking akin to a deer caught in headlights, “I’m gonna go to bed.”

Jungkook makes his way over to you, “Baby I’m so sorry… Don’t go to bed yet you still need to eat something.”

“Goodnight Jungkook.” Your tone is a little harsher than intended when you turn on your heel, and so you soften your next words, “I’ll see you later Taehyung.”

When you make it to the bedroom you close the door behind you, you’re certain you hear Taehyung apologising to Jungkook again and again as well as the sound of someone cleaning the kitchen. But none of that matters now… You climb into bed and angry tears cloud your vision, so that’s why your mother couldn’t make it today.

Ruth is back. But more importantly, Charlie’s mother is back.

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kooklovee · 8 months

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Hello this is @kooklovee, I've been reading bts fics (A LOT) on tumblr since quite a long time now. It's such a therapy for me. <3

So I've decided to make this a bts fic rec account coz you really can't miss out some AMAZING works in here.

(I'd even planned to write fics too bt my clg schedule is quite hectic so yeah that's that.)

So for the time being I'll be recommending my personal fav bts fics (mostly Jungkook's & Yoongi's for now) & before following my recs pls have these in mind -

My recs will NOT contain - infidelity/cheating, extremely dark themes, physical abuse, major age gap etc.

It'll mostly CONTAIN - Romance ( fluff, angst/heavy angst, smut ). {MDNI}

I'm such a sucker for Exes/Enemies/Fwb/Friends to lovers trope, so you'll mostly get these.

(Ps- If you have any rec for me with these themes in mind, then feel free to drop them in my ask🤗)

Here's my Jungkook's masterlist rec 💌

Enjoy <3

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pascaloverx · 2 months

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OUR SECRET — MYG

chapter six

Summary: You and Yoongi are having an affair. No, you are not being his lover. But the world is not ready to know that an idol is dating someone. So you two were doing your best to make sure no one found out. Until he breaks up with you. His mistake.

Author's note: This fanfic will contain inappropriate language and intimate moments between some characters. Be warned. I will let you know if anything becomes inappropriate. Please enjoy this Yoongi fanfic.

PREVIOUS NEXT

The baby shower was fantastic. You didn't even miss the baby's father that much. Then you decided to go to bed early. But before you got it falling asleep, you heard the doorbell ring.

"I am going." You say as you walk towards the door, coming face to face with Yoongi. He has a visible bruise, very close to his eyebrow.

"Before you want me to leave, could you take care of that wound?" He asks, looking very downcast. You step back so he can enter his apartment.

"You and I are going to be parents to the same child. Obviously I'm going to take care of you." You say before closing the door and going directly to the bathroom to get the first aid kit. Yoongi sat on the sofa in your living room and stood there muttering words that you didn't quite know what they were.

"I know you're going to want to know what happened..." He says as soon as you sit down in front of him on the couch. You start to apply a product that will clean his wound and he lets out a groan of pain.

"If you don't want to tell me, that's fine. But stay still. Show our daughter that her father is strong enough to withstand this pain." And so you continue bandaging him, while he tries to bear the pain. He doesn't say anything, nor do you. It's frustrating.

"The woman I went out with had a controlling ex-boyfriend. He just showed up at our date and punched me. I defended myself, and when he realized I was famous, he ran off. So, I paid the bill and came here." Yoongi explained as you finished helping him with his wound.

"I'm sorry for you. And for her. No one deserves to go through these things." You say as you put away your first aid kit in the bathroom. When you return to the living room, Yoongi is almost lying down on the couch as if he's exhausted. You sit down beside him, gently stroking his head.

"Do you think I deserve this for what I did to you?" Yoongi speaks with his eyes still closed as you continue to stroke his head.

"No, I don't think so. Yoongi, I don't think you're a bad person. You make questionable choices and you're terrible at both breaking up with someone and proposing, but you're a good guy. You don't deserve to get hit by some ridiculous man who can't get over a breakup. Rest assured." You say reassuringly as you continue to stroke his head.

"I broke up with you against my will. The truth is, a gossip page found out about us. My company asked me to take action to fix it, and I took that step, which is pretty stupid, I know, but it wasn't an easy decision. And in the end, it didn't even matter. Soon, everyone will know that you and I are going to be parents, and personally, I don't care if it disappoints my fans." He says, gently opening his eyes to look at you. As for you, you were a bit emotional, perhaps realizing how fragile your relationship with Yoongi was.

"Do you think your fame would be alright if you were married to the mother of your child for a while and then you separated?" You ask, distancing yourself slightly from Yoongi. He looks at you, confused.

We get married, you announce to the world that you're starting a family. After a year of marriage, we divorce. We'll tell everyone it was the best thing for our family." You propose. Yoongi's eyes widen in surprise, processing your suggestion.

"Are you serious? You'd be willing to do that for me? For us?"He speaks surprised. You know he had proposed something similar before, but now this situation will be on your terms.

"I'm willing to do this for the future of this baby. A fake marriage to sort things out and move on. No feelings involved." You say seriously, and he seems to understand what you're proposing. Honestly, you don't want to get romantically involved with Yoongi again.

"No feelings involved, then." He reaches out his hand towards you, and you shake his hand, as if sealing a deal. You just hope you won't regret this.

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startrixsworld · 1 year

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hey loves! so recently i’ve been listening to SOS by sza and kill bill really has sparked a lil nerve in me to write a ……yandere reader x bts member 😳 i haven’t come across a fic that had a yandere reader but i hope it turns put well for me! stay tuned for it soon!

#bts fanfic #bts #bts x reader #bts fic #fanfic #yandere #lovers #lovers to exes #bts namjoon #jeon jungkook #jung hoseok #park jimin #min yoongi #kim namjoon #kim taehyung #kim seokjin #bts army #i dont fucking know #this is crazy but fun idk 😭

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muniimyg · 2 years

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THE ART OF WAR (2) // KNJ

after leaving oc heartbroken all these years, kim nam joon has the audacity to return and attempt to win her back. in his words, love is not over.

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parings:

childhood friend / secret ex-boyfriend nam joon ! + heartbroken / high maintenance ! oc

genre/au:

slice of life

exes to lovers / slight enemies

rich / privileged life au

warnings:

misunderstandings + pettiness + angst

cockiness / jock attitude vs princess / brat attitude

jealousy, implied smut, and sexual tension

note:

friends.. let’s not get our panties in a twist o_o this ch is pretty lengthy + a lil sad ,, pls send ur thots nd lov thru interactions w me <3

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

“Wait, that was the ex?”

Even through FaceTime, you could practically feel Jungkook’s curiosity . No, it was more than that. He was excited. Over time, you had barely discussed Nam Joon aside from the major facts: he was your childhood love—your secret and only boyfriend, he took your virginity and felt a few days later, and he dumped you through text. Oh how Jungkook craved for more of the story from you. He wanted all the details and never got any. Once, he was lucky enough for you to get super drunk and cry over Nam Joon.. The issue is, he was drunk too and couldn’t piece together what you had told him that very night.

Jungkook lives for drama—always has. Nam Joon being back in your life is automatically his favourite thing now and you absolutely know it. Trying to downplay your true emotions, you simply nod and let out a muffled, “mhmm.”

Continuing to get dressed, you showcase two options. A plaid skirt or wide-leg pants to compliment your fitted top. Waving them around, Jungkook picks the skirt. “Embrace the last stretch of skirt season,” he pushes. “Anyways, he’s that ex, right? The ex?”

“Yeah, that was him,” you confirm, zipping the side of your skirt together. Straightening your outfit, you twist and turn around to check yourself out. “Kim Nam Joon in all of his despicable glory.”

“So.. Like.. What did he want? Did you two talk or something? Are you guys getting back together?”

You gasp. “Jungkook!”

“What?! My life is sooo boring. I like yours.”

You tsk. “Did this skirt get ugly? I feel like it’s not as cute as it was when I first bought it—”

“Don’t change the subject.” Jungkook scrunches his nose and squints his eyes, pointing at you. “And yeah, lowkey…”

“Don’t talk about my ex-boyfriend,” you say, scrunching your nose, squinting your eyes, and pointing back at him. You two pout in sync, practically like one brain cell before dropping the act and moving on. “It’s literally not like that,” you explain to him rather cockily, “even if he begged me to, I would never get back together with that selfish—”

“You’re selfish too.”

“Okay, wow,” you laugh. “Go fuck yourself.”

Jungkook laughs too, putting his hands up in defeat. Gathering your things from all over your room, you pick up your phone and send him another glare. Though Jungkook looks like he is still half asleep, he manages to glare back at you. For the second time today, the starring contest ends quickly. Jungkook’s yawns intercepts and you can’t help but sigh.

“You’re hardly awake but you’re so keen on the details? You little gossip girl.”

“Let me live, bitch.” Jungkook yawns once again, “xoxo.”

You two share a hearty laugh. It’s moments like these where you felt most accepted. Something in being friends with Jungkook has always felt so comfortable. Even if you two only met 2 years ago, you two have certainly created an incredible bond.

Like two peas in a pod.

Like a duo.

Like a best friend.

Strapping on simple black heels, you do a quick twirl for him. He judges and sleepily compliments you. “What a slay,” he cheers, “for a dumb bitch.”

Poking your tongue out at him, you can’t help but laugh at this idiot of a best friend of yours. You swing your bag over your shoulders and make your way downstairs to your kitchen. Still attached to your phone, you and Jungkook go over your plans.

“Should I pick you up?” you ask him. Jungkook shakes his head with a tired groan as he sinks into his white sheets.

“It might be raining later.. Don’t you hate the rain? I don’t want to get up. I want to stay in bed today. Just come over and we’ll go out later tonight if you want.. You know, if the rain goes away and washes all the spiders out.”

You give him a sour face. “It’s raining later? Yeah.. No way I’m going out. Just come over tonight.”

“No, you come here.”

“No, you come here!”

“No, you—”

Cough.

Cough. Cough. Cough.

“___, honey, we’re in the dining room! Put your phone down and join us.” You turn your attention in the direction of your father’s voice. Swiftly making a right turn, you waltz your way into the dining room and—

You’ve got to be kidding me.

Nam Joon smiles brightly, suddenly standing from his seat and greeting you with a; “good morning, essa.” Your father smiles warmly at the gentleman before you.

“Well, it certainly isn’t now,” you mumble. Lifting your phone, you see Jungkook’s eyes begin to pop out of his head. “Kook, I’ll call you back. Come over. I’ll treat dinner.”

“Oh my god! He’s there right now isn’t he—”

Before he can finish his question, you end the FaceTime call and clear your throat. Walking past Nam Joon, you walk over to your father and kiss him on the cheek. It’s not every day that he joins you for breakfast. Most days, he’s not even home. When he is, it’s your only time to be affectionate to him and appreciative for all his hard work in making the life you live now possible.

“Excuse ___ and Jungkook,” your father begins as Nam Joon finds his way back to his seat. “They are complete partners in crime and are on the phone with each other twenty-four-seven.” Though the apology is unnecessary, your father does so on your behalf as you take a seat beside Seok Jin.

Jungkook.

Nam Joon takes note of that.

“Could’ve texted me a heads up,” you whisper to Seok Jin as you plump down to your seat. He leans back, offering you a tired smile.

“He said we were getting breakfast and I didn’t know where. In my defense, I was asleep on the way here.” Seok Jin defends himself. You shake your head in disappointment before shoving his shoulder playfully.

“How’d you even get here if you were the one asleep and that one doesn’t drive?”

“Uber. Come on, ___. I know it’s early, but think a little!” he teases, bumping your shoulder. You roll your eyes and redirect your attention.

“Good morning to you all… Except to one,” you say as politely as possible. Scanning the food before you, a smile forms. Before your father can comment on the last bit, you blurt; “breakfast looks so good, dad! You got all my favourites today—”

“Actually, Nam Joon had breakfast delivered to us today!” you father admits.

“Of course he did,” you sneer.

Nam Joon grins, raising one hand to wave and wiggling his fingers at you. You lower your glance at him in response. Picking up a fork, you begin to judge all the food laid out in front of you.

Fruit trays, breakfast sausages, pancakes, waffles, yogurt bowls—ah ha!

“Oh, goodness. I don’t like coconut shredding on my yogurt bowls—”

“That’s mine,” Seok Jin reaches over and takes from your sight. Without much thought, he begins to dig into it. He lets out a moan, completely satisfied with his first bite. “That’s the stuff.”

You look at him annoyed. “It’s just yogurt…”

“It’s free yogurt.. Which means it tastes better.”

You scan over the other plates laid in front of you. Okay, let’s do this again.

Fruit trays, breakfast sausages, pancakes, waffles, Seok Jin’s stupid yogurt bowl—ah ha!

“That omelette,” you analyze, “I don’t like mushrooms so if you don’t mind, may I be excused from—”

“That’s mine,” your dad beams, stretching his hand out for the plate. You pass it to him and he happily takes a bite. “These omelettes are so fluffy!”

Almost immediately, Nam Joon pushes a different plate in front of you. It’s the same omelet without mushrooms. You freeze, unable to react.

You can’t even bring yourself to look at Nam Joon. Instead, you stare at the plate he prefixed for you. All that rings in your head is that this dining table isn’t long enough. It isn’t big enough. He’s sitting across you and it’s too close. You should buy a new dining table.

Is it suddenly hot in here? It’s so stuffy. These windows are useless. Why have these windows for walls if they can’t even fucking open and give you air? Is it usually this stuffy in here?

Okay, stop.

Breathe. Take a deep breath and just fucking calm down!

Like reflex, Seok Jin notices and takes a piece of your food from your plate. He diverts the attention to his playfulness and it makes you feel like the tension build-up had calmed. Seok Jin then slides a glass of water by your side and you happily take a few sips before recentering yourself.

Gulping slowly, you find it in yourself to spare a glace at Nam Joon.

He’s talking to your dad.

You’re thankful.

Except, Nam Joon had just turned to your dad to respond. He had seen everything. He looks at you and feels conflicted.

What the hell just happened? It was just a plate.. Or was it the gesture?

“This is nice… It’s so lovely to see you all together again!” your dad expresses as he munches on his breakfast. It’s like an icebreaker and it only makes you grieve over the fact that this breakfast has just began. “It’s been too long. Now that Nam Joon is back and is working in the company—”

“He’s what?” You put down your glass of water and almost choke.

Your dad points at Nam Joon and looks at you confused. “Did he not tell you? That’s why he’s back. Not too sure why he came back all beaten up, but he’ll be working in the legal department for our company—”

You open your mouth to interrupt.

“Dad, you said you wanted to surprise her so I refrained from telling her myself—”

“Oh, please don’t! Don’t call him ‘dad.’ He’s not your dad, Nam Joon. You have your own.” It takes everything inside you to not gag in front of everyone. Was he truly this delusional? It’s all not making any sense.

Sure, he can be comfortable here. He has his own relationship with Jin and your father… But this is too much. This is too cocky of him. This is too fucking triggering.

Your dad laughs at your possessiveness. “It’s a dream for many fathers to have an only daughter as loving as ___.”

You cross your arms in annoyance. Nam Joon puts his hands up in defense, joining your father’s laughter.

“Sorry, ___. The ‘in-law’ part is just such a hassle to always add in the end.” Nam Joon says, sending with a wink your way.

Seok Jin holds you down as you’re about to make a scene. He clears his throat, warning Nam Joon to take it down a notch.

Is he serious? How could he be this comical? Your father seemed to like the joke, though. He has always liked Nam Joon. This was no surprise.

If your father ever had the opportunity to have a son, he’d prefer someone like Nam Joon. To him, Nam Joon is dependable and soft-spoken.. In a way that still allows him to take accountability and initiative—ultimately making him more than qualified to be a team leader.. No, more than that.

It would make him qualified to run the family company with you.

“Nam Joon, son, where are you staying right now?” your father asks. Like Seok Jin, your father is always genuinely curious. He has always cared for your friends like they were your siblings. You’ve always admired that about him. “Are you back to living with your parents? Your place is pretty far from the company and you still don’t drive.. Are you sure that’s the best place to be right now?”

“Well, I just got back a few days ago,” He did? Did he come to see you right after his flight? Wait, no. That can’t be. He had gotten punched by Jin first.. And then he came to see you. “I’ve been staying with Jin,” you turn to Jin and glare. He gives you an apologetic look. “My room has turned into a nursery for my sister’s baby. I think my parents are living their grandparent dream right now.”

Your father folds his hands together and you can sense it. There’s a look in his eye whenever he gets an idea. Usually, you don’t mind his ideas but knowing where this is leading…

“Why don’t you stay here? You can have your old room back! Our drivers are here all the time, so you’ll have no problem getting to the company. I’m not usually home these days anyways. I’ve been trying to close a deal with our investors overseas, so I’d be more than happy to supply ___ with trusted company. Besides, I know how close you two are.. You two must have missed each other dearly.”

“Yeah,” Nam Joon doesn’t even look at you. He’s smiling at your father, completely winning him over. “I missed her.”

You can’t do this.

Something inside you just wants to throw everything in front of you at Nam Joon. He is so incredibly irritating, you don’t know if you should laugh or cry from how good he is at pissing you off. It’s like you have no more words.

All you manage to say is, “that’s an awful idea, dad.”

“___, excuse me?” your father chuckles. “I don’t like the way you just said that.. Or the fact that you ever said that at all. It just proves my point even more. You need Nam Joon around. He was a good influence on you when you two were younger, what more could he be to you now?”

“Don’t you think it’s a little inappropriate?” you accuse rather sharply.

Your father is taken back.

You two don’t usually disagree on things. It makes him wonder why you’re so bitter all of the sudden.. He swears just a few years ago, this would have been something you would’ve been begging him to agree on—not the other way around. “What? It’s not like you two dated—HA! Who knows, maybe you two should date.. Nam Joon is practically my son already.”

Seok Jin chokes on the water he was downing. Clearing his throat, he comments: “so you’ve established, uncle.”

You shake your head, still insisting on your way. Your father’s attention turns back to you. “Dad, if I’m lonely, I can call Jungkook to hang out with me. If I’m bored, I can go shopping. If I’m feeling a little thirsty I can—”

“Enough!” your father’s tone sounds serious now. “I like Nam Joon for you, ___. Therefore, I like my idea. It’s not awful—your attitude is. I want it fixed by the time I get back from my trip.”

“Dad—”

“Enough. It’s settled and I’m done, ___.” Though he is a great man, you certainly take after his stubbornness and face the reality of meeting your match. “I’m running late. Wash the dishes. I gave Bon the morning off. Rightfully so since your attitude needs some reflecting.”

“I’m not a child—”

“You are my child, ___.” He raises his voice again, making Seok Jin and Nam Joon feel a little out of place. “Do as I say. I hate to leave like this, but my car service is waiting for me. I actually was supposed to leave earlier but I caught Nam Joon on my way out and he insisted on spending this lovely breakfast together.”

“I thought you weren’t leaving until next week,” you quickly connect. “Wait, you’re leaving for that three month trip today?”

“Honey, I told you I was leaving last week which makes next week this week,” he sighs. “I’ve got to go,___.” Your father stands up and makes his way to you. Kissing the top of your head, he looks across the table and says, “Nam Joon, I want you moved in by tonight, got it? I’ll send some help to get your stuff. The spare key is with Bon.”

“Bon is still here?” Nam Joon smiles. Bon is your childhood nanny turned housekeeper. She’s been a friend of your mother since college and has taken the place as your mother and father since she passed and because your father often spent his time away from home. Unlike some people you know, she’d never leave you. It’s more than a promise though. She actually stays and shows up for you. She was there when you first came to terms to your feelings for Nam Joon to the day he dumped you and to now; the healing.

“Of course she is,” you remark. “Some people know how to stay.”

Nam Joon looks at you, a little softer than you expected him to. There’s no smirk, no flirty eyes, or even cocky body language. He looks genuinely concerned and like maybe—just maybe—he got the message. Seok Jin gulps, feeling much discomfort.

“Yes, I can be moved in by tonight,” Nam Joon answers your father, looking away from you. “But I would really feel much more comfortable if ___ was okay with it.”

Nam Joon’s suggestion catches you off guard. You two stare at each other like idiots and your father’s breath hitches. Before he can yell or speak for you, you push your food away and get up from your seat.

“Do what you want,” you say rather weary.“... Both of you. See if I care.”

“___, please—”

“I have dishes to wash.”

“Hey, champ!” Seok Jin cheers, bringing more dishes for you to wash. “Hey, you’re really good at that.”

“Washing dishes?”

“Being the literal definition of sour and sweet,” he deadpans. “You’re a different breed, kid.”

“It’s just so unfair, Jin!” you cry as you put on dishwashing gloves. Seok Jin takes a few plates from the sink and begins scraping off the food on it into the compost bin near you. “It’s always going to be about this.. How they don’t listen and expect me to be okay with it. I feel so invalid and pushed around like some doll!”

Jin puts his hand on your shoulder as you huff in frustration. “___, your dad was just trying to—”

“I don’t have to move in if you don’t want me to.”

His voice still sends you chills. It still makes your stomach turn like you’re about to fly on an airplane for the first time.

“... And that’s my cue,” Seok Jin smiles widely. He pats your head before heading out. “I’m kind of happy I don’t have to go through a whole conversation about this because I don’t stand a chance against your dad and honestly? Just talk, guys. Oh, and don’t kill each other, okay? I like both of you.”

“You like her more than me,” Nam Joon comments. “I can’t kill her. I’d rather die than hurt her.”

“Ahh, but you’ve been there, done that, huh?“ Seok Jin attempts to lighten the mood. When no one responds, he pinching your cheeks. “Maybe that line was said too soon.. Anyways, you have my blessing to kill him.”

Nam Joon’s eyes widen. “Wait, what—”

“I’m gonna call for our Uber. Which means I’m outside and not around to witness a murder so be quick… Anyways, Joon, meet me outside if you live. Peace!” Seok Jin zooms out of the kitchen, leaving you and Nam Joon alone.

Ultimately, you ignore your cousin’s comment and Nam Joon as well. Though you could feel him take steps of faith closer to you, you shut him out and turn on the tap. Soaking the dishes in, you let the warm water run and ease your hands. If life could always feel like this—comforting and consistent—maybe you wouldn’t have gotten all worked up over your father’s offer.

With a level head, it makes sense.

It wasn’t that big of a deal.

If this house is big enough for a summer garden party of 150 guests, it surely can be big enough for you and your ex.

… Right?

Your moment of tranquility and wonderment is cut short when you feel his presence behind you. Nam Joon leans over your shoulders, stopping the tap.

“___, it was going to overflow,” he says gently. “Are you okay?”

You two are cheek to cheek. You know it. You’ve kissed them a hundred times and he has pinched yours a million more… To be this close to him and breathe in his scent of familiar comfort is fucking with you.

“I’m okay,” you say, pushing away from him. “Thanks for considering my feelings over there.. Look, it’s not like I don’t want you to not have a place to stay, but given our situation—”

“What is our situation, ___?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you groan. “Can’t I just have one fucking moment without your mind games? I already got in trouble for—”

“What mind game?” Nam Joon asks curiously, taking a step closer to you. “I’m not playing any games. I’ve been honest with you from the very start and I’m honest with you right now.. What situation, ___?”

“Nam Joon, are you insane? You can’t just come back and pick things up from where you last left them. I’m not there anymore—”

“Where?”

“With you, you know? In love and shit,” you push the words out. It feels like you could puke. You hate the way he’s looking at you too.

“If you don’t love me, then do you hate me?”

“Only when I think about it,” you huff.

“So you don’t hate me?” Nam Joon grins, celebrating a little too early.

“I hate to admit it but,” you pause, unsure if what you’ll say next is worth saying. You say it anyway; “I think about you all the time.”

Through many people coming in and out of your life, the story continues. Friends who pretended to care but were only after the benefit of being friends with the rich girl, boys who liked you for your beauty but never took the time to listen to you, and a father who gave you the world and more… Life wasn’t all that bad.

You never felt unlucky. You were dealt with great cards.

Except, there was one thing that had your focus shifted. One thing that kept you chasing and stumbling for years.

A boy, kind, a bit of a dork, and normal. He wasn’t rich and he didn’t want to be. He spent most of his time with his nose stuck in a book or laying on the grass, staring at the clouds in the sky. He wasn’t much of a talker, but he sure knew how to take the lead. He was honest in an endearing way.

He was good.

Good enough for you.

Then he left and every card you had, you wanted to trade just to have him again. One more moment with him in exchange for everything you have.. That was years ago. That pain, the desperation that ruled over your values; it was only starting to settle and go.

Nam Joon has always had great timing.

Tonight, as it begins to pour, his belongings are probably already unpacked in his old bedroom. His bedroom is all the way on the other side of the hall from yours. It’s smaller than yours (obviously) but it’s charming. You remember the summer your mom and his spent just going over the wallpaper options for it. You remember all the times you two played hide in seek around the house with Bon and somehow always ended up hiding in Nam Joon’s room. Nam Joon’s room is also the same room you lost your virginity to him in.

“It’s raining,” Bon’s voice breaks your train of thought. She’s standing outside your door, leaning against the frame. “Want to go out for a walk?” Before you know it, she’s showing you an umbrella. You don’t see it though. You don’t even sit up to look at her or turn your head.

“No,” you hiss. “I hate the rain.”

“I know,” she snorts. “I just wanted to see if you were really losing your mind.”

“Hey!” you cry, completely aware that she’s just making a joke. The rain brings too many unwanted memories. It’s best for you to stay away and center yourself. “Why would I be losing my mind?”

“For one, your ex boyfriend is here.”

You chuckle. Her answer gets you to sit up.

“Two, you can’t hide in your room forever, kid.” Bon tells you as she enters your room. You’re laying on your bed, just watching your ceiling fan go round and round. Your thoughts occupy you again, you hadn’t noticed you looked lifeless.

Honestly? You kind of feel like it too.

“I know,” you answer her. “And three?”

“Three,” she pauses, scanning your room. “You need to open a window. I know you hate the rain, but this room is so stuffy—”

“I knew it!”

She pauses, giving you a confused look. “Knew what?”

“Nothing, nevermind.” Your mind dismisses the connection you made to breakfast earlier today. You watch Bon head over to your window and open them up. The sound of the rain makes you feel nervous and she knows this better than anyone.

It makes you feel uneasy.

“So, did you help him with his stuff?” You ask this to divert your attention away from the heavy rain.

Bon nods, before taking a seat on the edge of your bed. She reaches over to your nightstand and grabs your hair brush. She then uses it to gesture for you to come to her. Like second nature, you move yourself to rest your head on her lap. She begins to brush your hair, letting the sound of brush bristles be all that you hear for a moment. Then, she sighs.

“Just like how you’re my daughter,” she begins warmly. “He’s like my son, miss ___. I was so happy to see him again. He didn’t have much stuff but the staff your dad sent unpacked for him in less than an hour.. Oh, he grew taller, you know? I didn’t think he could even grow more than he already had before he left.”

“Yeah,” you agree. “I noticed.”

“His hair is longer now too. I kind of like it this way. He looks more relaxed—more himself.. And his clothes! Oh, miss ___… They went up a size and his style is particularly odd.” Bon rambles. “I think you need to take him shopping.”

You inhale sharply.

“Miss ___,” she whispers. “Remember what I told you before he left?”

“... Not to go to the airport or else I would have bought the plane and made him stay?” You can recall that day so clearly. Sobbing into her arms as she gathered all her courage and belief in Nam Joon to assure you that he wouldn’t leave you the way he did.

Sometimes, you wish Bon didn’t believe in him the way she did that day. Maybe letting go and process of it all would have been easier. Why? She’s the only one you truly believe in.

Bon laughs at your sincere answer. “No, miss ___. I told you that absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

“Fuck that,” you scoff. “I call bullshit.”

“Language!” she cries.

You mumble an apology and sit up again. “I’m confused, Bon.”

“You should be,” she laughs before opening her arms for you. “Your feelings are kept away, placed in a box under your bed. Everything with him had to do with memories.. Feelings, moments, experiences—but everything goes. It’s up to you if you want to let it go or find a way to meet again.”

“I’m not understanding—”

“He’s here, miss ___.”

You shrug, “... so?”

“He’s finding a way to meet again.” Bon tells you with a small smile. Her eyes are just so sincere, it almost makes you want to give in.

“Okay, but Bon.. History doesn’t mean much—”

“It means enough, miss ___.”

Silence.

You glare at her. “Are you on his side? Did he butter you up—he bribed you! Did he gift you a painting again? You know how much I find art boring, I can’t believe this!”

Bon simply laughs, patting you on the back for the amusement. She gets up from your bed and makes her way towards your door, informing you that she’ll be back at the end of the week to clean up around the house and spend some time with you.

“Wait, seriously. He gave you a painting, didn’t he?”

“What can I say? I love art.”

You shake her head at her. “Betrayer.”

She pokes her tongue out at you, teasing you. “Have a good night, miss ___. Don’t fall asleep without closing your window. I heard it’s supposed to be a stormy night.”

“What was it? I bet I can find an art collector and get you better one—“

“It was of you, miss ___. To me, it’s priceless. I guess he must have thought the same since we went through a small war for me to walk away with the painting victorious.”

You aren’t too sure what to say when she tells you this. In response, you keep your mouth shut and watch her leave. Then, you just sit there.

Unwilling to move and so clueless of what to do or to think of it. After a few moments and countless overwhelming feelings, you decide on the latter.

You can move on.

Yet that thought made you feel conflicted in so many ways. It’s a good thing Bon left the windows open—she’s right.

It is stuffy in here.

It’s almost 3AM and the rain has not stopped. It also means it’s almost ghost hour. Do you know what that means?

Death.

Aside from that, if anything, the rain is heavier than ever. In the distance, you swear you can hear thunder. You only know this because fell asleep and woke up to the sound of it.

Oh, yes. You fell asleep and didn’t shut your window and now you’re paying the price.

It’s a dilemma.

You’ve laid on your bed wide awake for the past 20 minutes going back and forth with finding the courage to just close that window. You don’t want to close the window, Why? Because the window is wet and it’s too close to the rain and if you’re close to the rain, the sound of it will send you too many chills—or maybe the chills are coming from a ghost—that you might fall out of your window and—

Okay, pause.

That’s a bit much.

The point is; you’re scared shitless and you hate it here.

Fuck Bon for leaving your window open.

... No, God bless that woman. She single handedly is the reason why you can live, laugh, love.

Oh my god, what the hell is going on with you?! Ghost hour is crackhead hour, isn’t it? How fitting.

You kick your sheets away and put on your slippers. Before you can even convince yourself from doing what you’re about to do; you’re there. It’s like your own body betrayed you.

Is this what self loathing feels like?

It feels like you’re standing in front of Nam Joon’s door half asleep and completely afraid. It feels like a mistake—like the weird feeling you get in your tummy before something bad happens.

Oh my god.

You never realized how creepy your big house looks when it’s this dark. With the thunder and rain? No fucking thanks!

You knock on his door aggressively and to your surprise, he opens it immediately.

It would be a complete lie if Nam Joon hadn’t hoped the rain would scare you his way. It’s always just been a thing between you two. The rain reminded you of the day your mother passed and he had been there to hold you.

When he lived abroad and it rained, he thought of you nonstop. He wondered if there was anyone keeping you safe the way he knew he could and did. He wondered if you got over it and can go for walks, jump on puddles, and enjoy the background noise that eases him.

Seeing you here.. Confirms that maybe no one has held you in a while and that jumping in puddles and listening to the rain is still something in your bucket list. Instantly, he feels a rush of guilt kick in—something he’s been feeling a lot today.

He shakes it off. There’s no better time than now to change how things are between you two.

Nam Joon reminds himself that he is here now and that’s what matters because after a long time; it’s this again.

It’s just you and him against the world.

“Hey, you’re here?” Nam Joon scratches the back of his neck, buying himself some time to register that you’re actually standing right in font of him. He had a feeling you’d be feeling uneasy tonight; he just wasn’t sure to what extent. “I was just about to check up on you—”

“I didn’t know where else to go,” your voice shakes, practically giving in. “Can I stay with you?”

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