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landslides - 001 | goldrush - jjk
part title credit: goldrush - taylor swift
everybody wonders what it would be like to love you... i can't dare to dream about you anymore... it never will be...
pairing: officeworker!jungkook x female reader (coworkers)
premise: jungkook asks you to dog sit over chuseok. he doesn't ask you to steal the empty spaces in his head, the dreams he's yet to have, nor the idea of you always just being 'you' to him - and yet, like a thief in the night (with his own damn dog as your accomplice), you do.
warnings: fluff more than angst, but it's not clean cut - there's also a touch of smut. office worker jk, fuck boy (but kind!) jk, mentions of his workplace escapades, oc is dating mingyu (yay), oc sorta fancies jk (boo), solo masturbation (m), vivid thoughts of shagging (jk is a perv! wow! unlike me to write him as randy bastard!), lots of facetime calls, oc and jk are fundamentally flawed as a pairing, genuine friendship, daddy kink? ig? but like kinda sweet?, jungkook has a complex brain house and you've been banished to his annexe!! he also has a thing for claw clipped hair lol
wordcount: 6.8K
note from holly: so... i dogsat (? idk if thats a word) for my friend last chuseok and this was the result hahahaha. my friends dog (boba <3) is so tiny and small!! but i've always been a big dog girlie so bam was fun to write. i really love this one and have recently found all of my old notes from around that time detailing the rest of the couples lives, so pt. 2 is in progress.
minors dni // cross posted to wattpad
Bam notices the storm roll in before you do. His ears twitch, head lifting from its rested perch on his paws.
“What’s up, baby? Hey?” You coo, his sudden shift obviously prompted by something. His snout begins to twitch, too, and his bottom lip shakes as a small growl vibrates from his throat. His eyes are on the window, stalking the clouds as they roll past. “Hey.”
You sit up a little straighter to lean forward and scratch behind his ear. He leans into it, but doesn’t take his eyes away from the sky.
“You see the rain, huh?” You hum, looking between the pup and the window ahead. You can’t place it yet - it’s too far in the distance - but you find yourself coming to sit beside him. He doesn’t lean up against you like he usually does. Just continues to lightly growl.
There’s no threat behind his noises, no malice - he’s just shouting back at the thunder you can’t hear. When you see a bolt of lightning flash in the distance just beyond the city skyline, you know that it won’t be long until Jungkook’s apartment block is drenched in the weather.
It’s just gone midnight when he calls. His face is a little puffy, smile a little lopsided.
“Hey Bammie,” he coos into the camera. You’ve got it angled down to where the pup is resting his head on your knee, peacefully unwinding after his long walk. Bam doesn’t stir at Jungkook’s voice, so he tries again. “Bammie?”
The way he elongates his puppy’s name is sweet - a tone of voice reserved only for his most trusted companion. He sure as hell has never spoken to you like that.
“Sorry, bud,” you say as you lift the camera up to your face. He’s pouting. “I don’t think the vibrations sound the same through the phone.”
“I miss him,” he says not even caring to acknowledge your thought process. “Is he okay? Was he good on his walk?”
“He’s all good,” you smile. “Best boy in the world. None of the other dogs you mentioned were down at the park, so it was just us two.”
He nods into the camera and purses his lips. “They might all be away. Visiting family.” He rolls over in his bed and lets out a yawn. “How’s the apartment? Got everything you need?”
You nod back. “All good. Might have eaten my way through your cheese stash already. I’m gonna shower then head to bed in a minute.”
“Make sure you leave the bathroom door open a little,” he says. “He’ll whine if not.”
“Will do.”
“Thank you,” he says. “I really appreciate you doing this. He hasn’t been too much work, has he?”
“He’s good as gold,” you say as you switch to the back camera. The view is serene, and Jungkook’s lips instantly settle into a smile. Bam is up on the sofa with you, snuggled against your lap. The skyline twinkles through his window, the reflection of his mood lamp obscuring some of it - but he’s quietly pleased that you’re using it. It’s how he normally winds down, too. Main lights off, galaxy on his ceiling. Must make Bam feel a little more at ease. You go to scratch behind his ear, and he huffs a little, all content and cosy. “Thanks for asking. He’s never too much work. You trained him well.”
“Hmm,” Jungkook hums. “Could have trained you a little better, though.”
He laughs when you switch the camera back to your face, mouth open, brows knitted together. “Me?!”
“Yes, you,” he grins now but tries to hide it; to restore the stoicism to his face. It doesn’t work. “What did I tell you about the sofas?”
You purse your lips together as if you’re not smiling. He’s got you there, admittedly.
“Look, he’s just so cute!” Despite the fact you’ve turned the camera back onto Bam, Jungkook can tell you’re pouting. “How could I say no?!”
“Easily!” Jungkook laughs. “That’s how he became so well trained! I leave for one night and-”
“Shuuuush,” you laugh, and when the camera switches back to you, Jungkook can’t help but let his smile persist. You look tired, and so does he, but there’s something about the call that has made you forget all about the fact you were planning on going to bed soon. “My swamp now. My rules.”
“My swamp,” he protests, but the look on his face is so saccharine that you can’t take him seriously. He thinks the same could be said for you. “Anyways, it’s late. Go get your shower. If you need more towels, there are some in the cupboard by the boiler. Don’t forget to turn the vent on - it’s the switch next to the light.”
“Alright, will do,” you nod and then yawn. Bam pricks his head up. “Hey baby,” you speak to him. “Did I wake you?”
“Show me him.”
You switch the camera around to where you’re scratching at Bam’s ear. He leans his head into the scratch, thoroughly enjoying it, your long nails far scratchier than Jungkook’s. It’s not the same - Jungkook is far stronger, so is a little rougher which suits Bam just fine. Still, he likes your scratches better than no scratches at all.
Jungkook whines. “I miss him.”
“He misses you, too. Want me to call in the morning?”
Jungkook shakes his head. “We’re up early tomorrow, heading over to Haedong Yonggungsa in the morning. Probably be up before you. Send me pictures though.”
“Will do. Night, buddy.”
“Night gremlin,” he smiles, and then begins to coo. “Night Bammie. Daddy misses you.”
He wishes you wouldn’t look at him in the way that you do when he says that; lips turned upwards at the very corners, dimples pressing into your cheeks, eyes bright.
“Shut up,” he says, but you’re already laughing.
“Daddy.”
“I am his dad!”
“Daddy.”
“Oh my god, fuck off,” he laughs. “Have nightmares, gremlin.”
“Sweet dreams, Daddy.”
“Fuck off!”
You hang up before he can protest your taunts any more, though he does text you one final ‘fuck off,’ and a reminder that you can bolt his front door if it will make you feel safer.
His apartment is in a high-rise, and his neighbourhood is far nicer than yours. You do the bolt up regardless, and think that it’s sweet that he considered your comfort enough to remind you about it.
Bam sits by the sliding door of the bathroom, the tips of his paws just teetering over the line of the door frame. He rests his head on his legs, snout angled towards the hallway. It still makes you feel a little weird. You don’t really want a dog watching you shower, even if he is a dog and has no real understanding of what’s happening - so you turn your back to him and just reassure yourself that Jungkook showers with the door open wide.
It’s a funny thing, to think about your co-worker’s showering habits. Not one that you’ve ever thought to indulge in before - but Jungkook would go ballistic if he heard you refer to him as your ‘co-worker.’ You’re friends. Pretty good ones, at that.
You’re level players at your company; earn the same wage, hold the same rank. There’s not really any competition between the pair of you - you work in different departments - but are often paired together when the two sections merge for joint projects. You make for a good team.
Over the years, you and Jungkook have also learned that you’re a highly capable team when it comes to playing beer pong against your colleagues on Friday nights, and at the mixed-doubles tennis tournament that your company insists on you participating in every year. It’s either that or be on the Christmas Party Planning committee, and you know which you’d rather do.
Thinking about tinsel in August? No, thank you.
There is however one crucial flaw to your partnerships: how you live your lives. How you manage your money.
See, Jungkook is frugal. He makes big investments - his apartment, his cars, games consoles, Bam. Doesn’t spunk his cash away on the small shit. His apartment is in the heart of the city, only a few floors from the very top. He gets a birds-eye view of the world around him. You don’t even want to imagine how much his deposit cost.
Probably more than you have in your savings. You do spunk your cash away - on the small shit, no less. Clothes, cafes, that sort of stuff. Nothing that holds permanence. It frustrates Jungkook to no end. He thinks you could have a better life if you just used your money wisely - but you’re happy in your slightly cramped apartment, happy when the serotonin of a shopping spree boosts your mood, happy when you’re laughing with your friends over coffee and cake.
You wouldn’t be happy if you felt restricted. You think that Jungkook is.
He disagrees. He has enough in the bank to buy whatever he wants. He has financial freedom.
But there’s a difference. You’re both free in your own ways.
It’s for that reason you’d never work as a couple. Would infuriate one another far too much. Everyone who is close to you both knows this; how badly suited you would be. They’ll joke about all of the women in the office trying to get their mitts on Jungkook - even the married ones - but not you.
It’s funny because they’re right. Everybody wants him.
He collects stars from their eyes and accumulates them in his own. The girls blush and giggle about how he looks at them with galaxies, but they don’t realise what a thief he is. Don’t realise he’s stolen their shine, and incorporated it into his own. A spotlight follows him, and you enjoy watching the show unfold with an amused grin whenever a new secretary catches his gaze for the first time.
It’s not intentional. You don’t think Jungkook realises he does it. In fact, he hadn’t realised that it was such a pattern of behaviour until the midnight squalor of a dive bar had you talking about office conquests, and how the photocopier room had seen his bare ass more than it had seen toner changes.
“Shouldn’t shit where you eat, Jeon,” you’d grinned.
“Firstly, that’s a horrible phrase - and secondly, it takes two to tango. They’re just as much to blame as I am.”
But they’re not. He’s the only repeat offender.
“And anyways,” he had deflected, sinking down the final dregs of his beer. “Don’t act like you’re some kind of saint. Everyone’s fucked a colleague at least once.”
You’d just raised an eyebrow.
“You’re telling me you haven’t?”
“Like I said - shouldn’t shit where you eat, Jeon.”
Now, if he’d have said housemate, you would have folded. Downed your drink. Ordered a repeat round.
Something about a shared space - domestication - really gets you. It’s joint laundry loads, shared dinners, movie nights; grocery shopping, D.I.Y. furniture, arguments about who gets the bigger room. More often than not, it never matters, ‘cause you just end up staying in theirs.
You live alone now. After the third time, you knew better than to let yourself fall into the trap once more.
He learns about your affliction a few months later, and goes on tease you relentlessly.
In fact, he mentions it when he propositions you a few weeks before Chuseok. You had both spent the last couple of holiday periods overworked, slogging through the festivities. For the first time since either of you can remember, your workload has eased up.
You’ve already told him you’re planning on doing sweet, sweet fuck all. You’ve told your family you will be working, because you just want to finally breathe for a while; stay in with a tub of ice cream and your favourite films. Speak to no one. Do nothing.
“I’ve got a favour to ask you,” he had said as he approached your desk before the end of the day. It was a Friday, but you weren’t heading for after-work drinks with the usual suspects like you typically did. You had a date, instead. A third one with the same guy - Mingyu - which felt like a miracle. Even Jungkook was a little shocked that the poor guy wasn’t sick of you.
“Go on,” you had mused as you checked over your to-do list for the following week.
“You gotta promise me something first.”
“Promise you what?”
“That you won’t fall in love with me.”
You’d swatted him away the ruler on your desk, and told him to get his head out of his ass. “Been able to resist your charms this long, Jeon. Give me some credit.”
“It’s only ‘cause you know I’d reject you, you little gremlin.”
“I thought you wanted a favour? Funny way of going about it.”
“Sorry, sorry. You’re right,” he had conceded with an apologetic smile. “Forgive me.”
“What do you want?”
“How would you feel about potentially staying at mine over Chuseok to look after Bam? My parents want us to head down to Busan for the weekend and see relatives seeing as I’m finally free and know it’s a big ask but I-”
“Oh my God, yes?!” You had smiled so wide Jungkook thought you might fracture your jaw.
You love Bam.
In fact, he might just be your favourite thing about Jungkook.
Occasionally you walk him with Jungkook on the weekends, when you’re both hungover and need to get out of a slump. You’ve grown up with pets, but moving to the city in your early twenties to pursue your career meant apartment living.
You’re a rural girl deep down, and would never want to keep a pet in a high rise.
Jungkook manages it, but he goes home at lunchtime to walk Bam during the winter. In the summer, when it’s too hot, he goes home at lunch regardless, to lounge around with Bam under the air con.
Sometimes, you go with him. Bam is always pleased to see you.
Jungkook lied and said he asked around because he didn’t want to inconvenience you.
Truth is, he wouldn’t have trusted anyone else with his baby. He’d never spent a night away from Bam. Hated the idea. Despised it, in fact. He would have just taken Bam with him to Busan, but didn’t think it would be fair to force him on the journey from Seoul.
Over in Busan, when Jungkook hangs up, the conversation isn’t over. It continues in his head.
“Hey, wait…”
“Mhhm?”
“You just… look nice tonight, that’s all.”
He thinks you’d blush. Would tell him to lay off the soju. Accuse him of getting too drunk for a family get-together. He’d let you. Would take the beating of your false accusations, because it would be far easier than admitting he’s not had a single drop.
He thinks of the hug he’ll give Bam when he gets home; how wild his tail will waggle, how he’ll jump all over the place, and how you’ll be giggling. In his mind, you’ll be smiling just as wide as he is.
You’d stay for dinner. Jungkook would order from your favourite place to say thank you. Bam would snuggle up to Jungkook - on the sofa - and you’d be on the other side, stroking his back. He’d be happy. Bam, not Jungkook. But also Jungkook. Hopefully you, too.
When the time would approach for you to go home, you’d offer to help. Rinse out the containers. Hair up in a claw clip, t-shirt off your shoulder like it so often is.
Jungkook doesn’t notice, but his hands begin to trail down his body as he thinks of you. His phone is still on his chest, rising and falling with every beat of his heart. The tips of his fingers stroke against his skin.
He thinks of you laughing with him about something inconsequential. You’d flick water in his direction when he’d make some joke at your expense. It’d all be in good humour.
But then he’d flick some back at you, and water war would break out. Bam would run excitedly between the pair of you, Jungkook chasing you around the kitchen island with wet hands - and you’d do the exact same back. You’d flick water over the counter, tap still running and he’d call you a gremlin.
There’s a smile on his lips as he thinks of his. His hands roam further south. He’s ticking at his abdomen. It’s nice. Feels calm. He likes to engage his senses when he thinks of scenarios like these. Makes it feel more real.
But then he’s thinking of your shirt and the fact it’s white.
And then he’s imagining catching up with you, holding you captive as he angles the tap towards your face. You’ll be shrieking and scrambling to get away, Bam by your feet, Jungkook laughing.
He’d relent, but only enough for you to twist to face him.
Jungkook’s fingers are by his thighs. Stroking. Caressing. He’s avoiding his cock. Knows it’s firm. His index finger spreads to his balls. Teases.
And then he thinks of your body pressed against his torso, your ass to the counter.
You’d both be soaked.
He’d look at your lips. Look in your eyes. Feel your chest against his. He’d swallow hard.
It’s at this point he forgets about Bam in the scenario. It’s just you and him.
His palm rests over the length of his cock. Presses down. His hips roll.
He’d tell you that you’ve made a mess. You’d tell him to clean it up. His heart would be racing. So would yours.
And it’s funny, because his heart actually is. It’s beating so fucking hard in his childhood bedroom, that he thinks his parents must be able to hear it through the walls.
He’s in a far-too-firm single bed, but in his head, he’s with you in his kitchen.
He begins to grip his cock, long fingers wrapping around his shaft. He pulls up. Pushes back down. Says your name. Whines.
He doesn’t even really realise he’s doing it.
Just thinks about you.
Thinks about the way it would feel to sink his lips into yours; the first bite of a forbidden fruit. Thinks about that quick tongue of yours, and if it would be just as quick to find its way into his mouth. Thinks about your manicured nails that Bam loves so much, and how they’d scratch against his scalp instead. Thinks about the way his hips would rock against you, kind of like they are now; pulsing beneath his duvet.
His mind jumps. Skips the foreplay. Doesn’t mean to - but the thoughts are intrusive. Insidious. Insatiable. He can’t help it.
He pushes up into his hand. Pauses. Waits out the feeling. Retracts. Repeats.
In his head, it’s you that he’s pushing into.
The sensation is entirely different, granted, but - fuck - he hasn’t gotten himself off all week and hasn’t had sex in far longer, so it all feels the same to him.
He hasn’t worked out the mental logistics.
His imagination is jumping from the kitchen to his bedroom and then back to the kitchen again. Can’t decide where all of this is happening - and then suddenly, he finds himself railing you in the utility room.
You’re perched above the washer, held in place by him. He can smell the laundry detergent. He’s got spotlights in the room, but they’re turned off. Only lights from the hallway and the city skyline illuminate you.
It’s obscure. The shadows in his head conceal you a little. He’s gripping your waist beneath your shirt. The baby gate which keeps Bam out of the laundry room is closed.
You’re not talking, just fucking, fucking, fucking and -
“Fuck,” he whines, hand is jerking at his cock, heart rate stuttering.
He shouldn’t be thinking about you like this.
Shouldn’t let his mind jump again to a point where you’re fucking naked, and your sodden shirt is on a pile of yet-to-be-done laundry.
But then it jumps again, and one of his towels is on the floor. He’s laying down, back against it. The same position that he’s in now in his childhood bedroom - but he’s thinking about you. The silhouette of your body. The warm curves of your body. The way you bounce on his cock and then-
Oh god, it’s torture the way his cock throbs. Pre-cum leaks from his tip as his speed builds. It’s just a fantasy. Nothing more nothing less. But it’s you. And then he’s thinking about pulling you down for a kiss, and the scent of your perfume and the way you’d moan into his mouth and then his legs are shaking, torso tensing.
He’s taking it too far. Too fucking far. You. Fuck. He can’t. But he doesn’t stop. Just keeps going. Fucks his hand like it’s your pussy.
He’s pulling himself closer, closer, closer, and then he thinks about your voice, and the way you called him Daddy, and he can’t help himself. The pressure that releases in his stomach is catastrophic. Jungkook mewls your name. Calls you baby. Unloads all over himself. White hot cum paints his belly. Seeps into his belly button. Makes a mess of his hand as he coaxes the last few ropes out. It’s been a while since his last nut, but the amount he produces is not fucking normal.
It rolls down the side of his toned torso, Jungkook swallowing harshly as he tries to regulate his breathing. He doesn’t think he can. Doesn’t know what to do with himself. Just kind of lays there. Curses. Knots his brows together. Is frustrated with himself.
You’ve been friends for years. He’s never done anything like this before. He chalks it up to nothing more than him just being a little too horny for his own good. Cleans himself off. Puts his phone on charge. Berates himself for being a piece of shit. Spends a good ten or so minutes staring at the ceiling with an empty head before he falls asleep.
And it’s funny, because when you wake up in the morning, panties damp, the dream you had about Jungkook railing you in his own damn bed, you find yourself looking across the space where he usually sleeps. You reach ouch. Stroke the emptiness. Curse. Spend the rest of the day unbearably horny. It frustrates you. Makes you snappy with Jungkook when he calls.
He asks if you’ve seen Mingyu. You tell him no. He says maybe you should - but makes sure to add, “He’s still not allowed in my apartment.”
“I’m not gonna bring anyone into your space, Jungkook.”
It’s something he knows, and something he trusts you not to do, but he’s still reinforcing boundaries. Making sure that there are still some left. He thinks that if he pushes you closer to someone else, it will sort his brain out. Alleviate him of the guilt that he’s feeling.
But you don’t see Mingyu.
When Jungkook calls again that evening to find you walking Bam alone, he’s pleased. Doesn’t want some guy you’re fucking anywhere near his most prized possession. Bam, that is. Not you. But now that he thinks of it, he finds he doesn’t want Mingyu anywhere near you, either.
“Good day?” You ask, voice a lot lighter than it had been earlier.
Jungkook nods, but he doesn’t really smile. “I miss Bammie.”
You pout. “He misses you too. He’s gonna be so excited when you get home.”
The camera switches to the back camera so he can watch Bam bound along the path. He’s on his lead, snout sniffing in all the flowerbeds. It’s dark out, but there are enough lights on the trail for him to be able to see clearly.
“How is he? Eating okay? Going to the bathroom okay?”
“Eating like a champ, and producing shits to confirm that,” you say flatly. It’s definitely your least favourite part of animal ownership - but the reward is so much greater than having to pick up shit off a sidewalk.
“That’s my boy,” Jungkook grins, before turning his focus to you. “You all good? Seemed a little stressed earlier.”
Jungkook’s expression doesn’t change when the front camera flips back to you, but he finds his heart racing again. When you turn your head to check the car that’s driving past, he notices your hair is up with a claw clip. Just like it was in his… thoughts about you the night before. He likes how attentive you are - how you checked the source of the noise. You’re protective. Follow your instincts. Thinks you’re the best person he could have asked to look after Bam.
“I’m all good,” you say, and you really are.
“I know it’s not exactly the relaxing Chuseok you were planning-”
“Jungkook, it’s fine,” you smile. “It’s been nice. I like Bammie far more than I like you.”
“Understandable.”
You both smile, and Jungkook begins to babble about his day, telling you stories about his parents, and his weird cousin who never knows when to not say inappropriate things, and the aunt who keeps trying to set him up with all of her friends’ daughters.
“Don’t shit where you eat,” you remind him. “Sounds too close to home. Your auntie would never be out of your business.”
“I know, I know,” he rolls his eyes. “And hey - it’s been, like, a year since I last did that! Cut me some slack, gremlin. Anyways, Mingyu works in our building. You’re basically shitting where you eat.”
“I’m actually… I think I’m gonna cool things off with him.”
“Oh?”
“It’s like not a big deal. I’m just not really feeling it.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not.”
“No, you’re right. I’m not,” Jungkook admits, but is sombre as he does so. He remembers how happy you’d seemed after the first few dates. “But I am sorry that you haven’t found the right guy yet, gremlin.”
“Who knows, maybe I’ll find the love of my life at the dog park tonight.”
“You are not allowed to use my baby as a flirting tactic.”
“No?”
“No.”
“Too late - I’m already here and there is an absolute DILF. Byeeeee.”
“Wait, no-”
You hang up before he can finish, with a grin on your face to rival a Cheshire cat.
The park is empty. Not a single DILF in sight. You ignore his call when he rings back. Will let him sweat it for a bit.
Jungkook lies awake that night.
Doesn’t do much.
His family are still chatting in the sitting room, but he can’t draw himself away from the sanctuary of his own private space, where your voice is still echoing around the room. He’s starting to understand why you’d been craving your space so much for the holiday period.
He doesn’t wanna have to return to the room with a false smile, and a feeling in the pit of his stomach that could rival the ache of getting the ferry across Busan harbour during monsoon season.
Doesn’t want to form cognitive thoughts that distract him from his mindless reflections of you.
Jungkook’s mind works like a house, and right now he’s in the annexe.
He rarely ever goes in there.
Finds he gets too comfortable and neglects the rest of the house. He’s got a garden to tend to, a kitchen to clean, and beds to make - but why would he leave the annexe when it has everything he needs? He’s comfortable there.
It’s normally reserved for the hyper-fixations he’s trying not to fixate on. He locks them away. Hasn’t really visited since he got hooked on GTA5 when he should have been studying for the University Entrance Exam. It’s still there, and he knows better than to pop it in his games console - but there’s someone else on the couch, now. It’s not just him in his mind-annexe. Someone’s in his space. He daren’t let himself go further into the room.
In fact, he’s desperately trying to jump across to the main house. Get himself out of the thoughts that are gonna consume him. He needs to close that God damn door.
But he watches the figure like a car crash. He’s scared. Unable to look away.
Not for fear of it being a monster hidden in the depths of his mind.
Quite the opposite, actually.
Monsters don’t wear their hair up with butterfly-shaped claw clips, or let the clasp of their necklace trail down their spine like that. Monsters don’t twist their back out of habit just to make it click. Monsters don’t spend their days doodling in a journal like the figure on his couch is doing.
But you do.
An iteration of Bam rests up against Jungkook’s leg in his mind, nose wet, tail lightly wagging, so he puts his hand on his pup’s shoulder for comfort. To support him. To guide him away from the annexe and back into the damn main house.
“C’mon,” he says to Bam, expecting him to leave. Expecting him to follow his commands.
It’s his head, after all - but Bam doesn’t heed his commands. Instead, his claws click against the hardwood floor and towards the figure on Jungkook’s couch. A palm outstretches, and Bam leans into it. Hums in content as a set of dark nails scratch at his ear.
“Hey, baby Bammie,” the figure sings and Jungkook knows that voice. Knows it so well that it’s hardly a surprise it’s embedded into his brain so perfectly.
And he knows.
He knows if he lets the person turn around exactly who it’s gonna be. He knows that he can’t let it happen. He won’t.
Because he and you are friends; nothing more, nothing less. Incompatible at best. A match made in hell; so wrong it could never be right.
Jungkook sits up. Shakes his head. The world in his mind tears away into darkness. He stands and tells himself to get a grip before joining his family. He needs the distraction. Needs to have cognitive thoughts. Can’t let himself get trapped. Can’t let him kid himself into thinking that you’re anything more than his friend.
It’s just cause he’s missing Bam, he reasons. Emotions are getting all mixed up. It’s the affection he feels for his beloved best friend that is getting misplaced onto you - although, if he thinks about it (which he won’t (knows better by this point (knows his mind can’t be trusted to behave))), he’d realise that you are his best friend.
It’s unfair to compare you to Bam because you’re an entirely different species, but there’s no other human he likes better than you.
One more day, and he’ll be home. One more day, and he won’t have to call you when he’s all sleepy and confused over his feelings. One more day, and things will be back to normal. One more measly day.
And then he’ll be reunited with Bam, and he won’t have the stress of family or thinking about the week of work ahead to contend with.
One more day. He can do this.
He will do it. Will barrel home at the speed of lightning; will stop only for red lights and maybe the occasional gas station snack, potato spirals on a pointed wooden skewer and deep-fried chicken slathered in a sauce he can never quite figure out the recipe for.
He’ll think about picking you up some bungeoppang - the ones filled with choux, not red bean paste - because he knows that you adore it so. There have been occasions when you’ve begged him to drive you out of the city to the large gas station out West just so you could have bungeoppang from one specific stall.
The signage is faded, and the prices haven’t changed since 2009, but that’s how you know it’s the good shit. A family recipe batter passed down for generations. The woman who makes it is always the same, and though she never remembers you, you always remember her. Beam so brightly Jungkook thinks he’s going blind whenever you spot her.
It’s only because of that one time you’d showed up with the sole mission to retrieve some of the delicious delicacies, only to be confronted with a handwritten ‘closed today, back tomorrow’ note taped to the menu. You never know when the next family emergency or trip out of town might be for your beloved bungeoppang-making Ajumma.
It’s a little after midday when Jungkook’s car rolls into the gas station. He’ll be home soon.
He tells himself that he’s just doing as he always does. Will get his tornado potato. Wolf it down. Go back for some chicken, maybe some tteok.
He’s stayed out of the annexe today. Doesn’t even think about the doorway because he knows the magnetic pull is far too strong for his cobalt heart.
Had ignored your call this morning - sorry, just saying goodbye to everyone. will see you later. - and had pushed all thoughts of you to the side. He’s even tried to stop thinking about Bam because thoughts of him will inevitably lead to thoughts of you and Jungkook is getting dizzy, quite frankly. It’s like he’s chasing his tail, never knowing when to admit defeat.
At least Bam gets enjoyment out of it when he does it. All Jungkook gets is lingering feelings of remorse.
But as he hits the home straight, a small paper bag full of choux bungeoppang cooling down on his passenger seat, his head starts to clear. He’s fixed the lock on the gate that leads to the annexe. Won’t go down that path.
Jungkook arrives ahead of schedule. Parks his car, and doesn’t tell you he’s arrived. Leaves his bag in the boot of the car, but picks up the pastries from his passenger seat.
Opens the door of his apartment quietly. You don’t hear it. Are too busy dancing around the living room with Bam to some mid-noughties classic.
“Hey,” you laugh a little breathlessly as finally notice him. He’s leaning against the wall. Is wearing his glasses, to make up for the long drive. You think it’s a crying shame he doesn’t wear them at work, too.
“Was I interrupting something?”
“No, not all,” you say. There are deep creases below your eyes, testament to the size of your smile. “Me and baby Bammie-” you reach over and stroke at his sides, a little rough and tumble, but perfectly joyous “- were just burning off a little energy before you got home.”
Jungkook crouches, arms outstretched for Bam. The puppy knocks into Jungkook’s chest, legs all moving slightly out of coordination, excitable whines sounding in his throat. His tail wags so fast you think he’d be able to produce electricity if he really tried.
They match each other’s energy; delirious happiness, content only when in one another’s presence.
“Hey buddy,” he coos. “Daddy’s home. I missed you. Missed me too, hey? C’mere.”
His strong hands stroke Bam’s sides, and you watch how playful they both are with unadulterated awe. It seems absurd how similar the two of them are; man and his best friend.
“He was lost without you,” you confirm.
“It’s that right?” Jungkook pouts as he scratches behind Bam’s ears, cradling his face in his hands. “Did Bammie miss Daddy?”
Bam barks. Yes.
“Hey, I’m sorry, boy. I’m home now, though. Daddy’s home.”
Yes, you think. Yes, he is.
The night dissolves much like Jungkook thought it would. You stay for dinner. Watch crappy entertainment shows, and laugh at how absurd people can be. There’s warmth in his apartment, even though he hasn’t turned the heating on.
“You’ll never know how much I appreciate this,” Jungkook says softly as midnight approaches. Bam sighs. There’s rain on the windows, but the storm doesn’t bother him tonight. Not in the slightest. “Thank you.”
Your head shakes. Smile perseveres. “Happy to do it. You know how much I love Bam.”
Silence wraps around your words like a velvet bow, pulled taut. There’s no double knot, but there needn’t be. It isn’t unravelling any time soon.
“So,” you change topic. “How long do you reckon it will take the new secretary to fall in love with you? I’m thinking maybe four days.”
Jungkook wants to make a joke; tease you about how your mind jumped from how much you love his dog, to the idea of loving him. Not you loving him, granted, but it only took a few electrical signals between neurons for you to get there. Must associate him with love pretty closely.
“Four days? Far too quick.” Jungkook pauses. “You’ve been staying here for four days. Reckon that’s an appropriate amount of time to fall in love with someone?”
He’s being facetious. It’s all in jest and yet you feel your heart beat a little faster. Only for a moment. There’s a mild concern in your features, fearful that he can somehow sense the thoughts you’ve been having; the fantasies, the daydreams, the moments of weakness.
You look at him with eyes he doesn’t recognise. Your lashes are low. Sultry, even. Suggestive. Teasing.
And then, they roll.
“Jeon, you have those poor girls on their knees within a single ‘hello’. Don’t act like you don’t know it, you big old flirt.”
“If Bam wasn’t so peaceful, I’d kick you,” he mumbles, stroking at the dark fur behind his pup’s ear. Bam sighs, content to have him back. There’s a smile on Jungkook’s lips. Both are perfectly content. Both are happy to be with the people they like the most in the world.
“He’d just defend me,” you taunt. There’s a serenity to your jokes, and light-hearted banter that means nothing more, nothing less than just enjoyment of one another’s company. “I’m his favourite now.”
Jungkook laughs. Scratches a little firmer behind Bam’s ear. “You hear that, boy? Gremlin really thinks you’d choose her over me.”
You pull your torso back. Turn your body to face his. Let disbelief wash over your features, as if Jungkook saying shit like that’s a surprise. The movement alerts Bam, his head lifting, the chain links of his collar rattling. He looks over to you, then back to Jungkook.
“He LOVES me.”
“I thought dogs are supposed to take after their owners, though?” Jungkook teases. “And I can’t fuckin’ stand you.”
Your playful shock dissolves into narrowed eyes and a suppressed grin. Bam’s looking at you again, so you cup his dainty face and scratch the underside of his jaw. “You hear that, baby Bammie? How are you so lovely when your Daddy is such an asshole?”
Jungkook’s steady gaze lifts to you from Bam. You’re still cooing at the puppy, scratching beneath his snout, but Jungkook’s back in that damn annexe again. He isn’t smiling - but his eyes are unbelievably soft.
So, so velvety. Like satin, maybe; ribbons tied around ponytails. Brushed cotton, perhaps; his still-warm bedsheets fresh out of the tumble dryer.
Soft, like he imagines your hair would be; released from its claw clip, falling around his face. Soft, like he imagines your lips would be; pressed against his, in the privacy of his bedroom. Soft, like he imagines your laugh would be; soundtracking the living alarm clock that is Jeon Bam, as he bundles onto Jungkook’s bed at just gone six-thirty the following morning.
But then you look up at him, and his stare is hard. Still sparkling, yes - but diamonds, not stars. Concrete speckled. Pennies tossed in an empty well; the steel bolt of his door which keeps the outside world at bay.
Hard, like he imagines your teeth would be; tugging on his bottom lip in the shadows of his bedroom. Hard, like he imagines your nails would be; leaving a trail of ruby red sin down his back. Hard, like he imagines your laboured breaths would be; lips resting ajar against his, your very essence pouring into him as he pushes into you.
Hard. Soft. Confusing and conflicting, and just so unbelievably him.
“What?” you question, bemused by the way his demeanour changed. “‘Daddy’ really gets you, huh?”
“Does fuck all for me,” he says with a little temperance, but there’s a smirk on his lips. His tongue runs along the inside of his cheek.
A few have tried the moniker on him, but it never fit well. Would fall from their lips and crash to his bedroom floor. He’d just kiss them to shut them up.
But you… You have him reconsidering. Have him a little hot beneath his sweats.
It’s not really the idea of being your Daddy, but the concept of being one full-stop that has him adjusting his legs slightly. He’s a man of big investments, after all. No greater investment than starting a life with another person. He likes the idea of it.
Makes him think of you talking with a toddler - I’m not sure, baby, go ask Daddy -and the pitter-patter of feet across the hardwood floors of his apartment. Makes him think how gentle you are with Bam, and how wonderful he knows you’d be with a kid. Makes him think all kinds of shit he’s never let himself indulge in before.
When he goes to bed that evening, and his sheets are seeped in the scent of your perfume, he thinks of it all over again.
Thinks of you.
And realises he can’t think about you without his heart racing, any more.
The door of the annexe in his mind is broken, now. Off its hinges.
And apparently, so is he.
Shit.
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Paring: jeonghan x you
Genre: fluff, 70's au, little to no angst
warnings: none, maybe a few swear words here and there
summary: jeonghan might be a cocky bastard but when it comes to you he will turn the world upside down, or so he claims.
words: 2k
a/n: I request each and every one of you to comment on this fic don't be a silent reader it helps me as an author to understand my readers and i would love to communicate with all of you. Constructive criticism is always welcomed by me so do talk about this fic or send me an ask. Plus if you loved it enough don't forget to reblog, it will help me reach a larger audience.
a/n 2: i heard a podcast and it made me want to write this fic because the love story of the two hosts was sooo damn cutee.
You knew Jeonghan from when you were literally a kid.
His father had moved to your city after a presentation from little Jeonghan on how to make a pocketknife using ice cream sticks that he learnt from his local friends, his mother mortified that her little sweet child would grow up to become a goon forced his father to change cities to go as far away from the place they physically could.
It was during his fathers pursuit for a stable Korean community in Canada’s ever-growing cities did he come across the name of your grandfather’s in the phonebook that sounded very much similar to his. Your grandfather being the trusting and kind man he was invited his father for a dinner in his house the following day and this event kickstarted a relationship between the two families wherein, his father bought a house six minutes away from yours in the small part of your city inhabited by mostly Asians.
You both had met when he was seven and you were only three, he still remembers babysitting you when you were in middle school as your parents trusted no one more than him. So, when he broke the beautiful glass table in your living room, he had skillfully blamed you resulting in a three-hour long lecture from your parents about taking care of ones possessions.
You hated Jeonghan then, you really did, so you refused to talk to him for the next almost five years.
Until you both found yourselves in a duet dance opposite to each other because it was the neighborhood talent show and it was mandatory for the kids to participate. Typical Asian parents.
To no ones surprise your dance number got a tad bit too much hype from the watchers and it kickstarted another full year of you both not talking to each other at all because of the teasing glances and suggestive remarks from adults and children alike.
The time you both talked to each other again was when it was you senior year prom at high school and your father being the overprotective man he was, did not allow you to go because according to him ‘prom is how American kids end up getting pregnant.’
He was wrong of course; kids get pregnant due to having sex but you being the soft-spoken kid you were did not have the gal to inform him that. You would rather spend the night being sad and watching Simpsons and crying about how unfair it is for your parents to not let you go and experience the night considered to rank number one in peak American high school experience.
This was the first time you saw Jeonghan as your lord and savior, which you obviously will never tell him because it will do nothing but fuel his over-the-top ego. But that day he had stepped in and talked to you father.
“It’s an experience and everyone should be able to experience it, I think you are wrong sir to take away this from your daughter,” he had oh so righteously said.
“Son, I would let her only if you take her, as I don’t trust anyone but you with my daughter.”
“So, I shall then.”
Now did this conversation shock you? Yes, it did especially your father’s response to Jeonghan, but you were not going to stir up any feminist conversation with your father right now, not when you just got the pass to go to prom.
That night was something you barely remember; it has been twenty years since then and you barely care about the overly hyped kids and the future alcoholics that you encountered that night. Now that you are wise and older, you understand your parents concern. Suzy from you class had become a mother at the prime age of eighteen, nine months later. You are thankful that your father made the wise choice for you that day.
That night from what you remember was just plain boring, you had come back at 11 to a quite house, had talked to the boy for the entirety of the night, watched the sunrise with him and at the end had hugged him thanking him for taking you to prom.
After that incident, you both had again gone onto your own ways and had not talked to each other for another year till the next family function, where you both were the only kids of the same age present as all your other friends were out of the country for college.
That weekend had sparked a friendship between you both, as you always stuck to each other’s side seeking comfort from one another as talking to anyone else somehow always circled back to your marriage and their extreme concern for your depleting eggs.
The friendship you both wove lasted a long while, throughout your college. Till one day you come back from a trip to Daegu, and he was there standing at the airport ready to rush you away from your family to the nearest Starbucks because he had some news for you.
Once in the café he informed you that he had landed the job he had been trying for right after finishing college. You were elated for him, so happy that you almost forgot to tell him about the potential marriage partner your parents had whipped up during your two-week-long stay there.
Jeonghan being the man he was asked you up front to marry him, confessing his hidden feeling for you and how the weight of them might have just decreased his height. Dramatic bitch.
You being brough back to reality told him no and stated the reason to be man you could have potentially married. He obviously told you to say no to this unknown ‘son of a bitch’ and accept his proposal.
So being the bigger person, because Jeonghan obviously refused to, you reminded him that you had never dated anyone let alone him and you will not marry a man you have not dated.
This conversation then ignited your relationship the first step of which was turning down the said ‘son of a bitch’ while telling your father you wanted to focus on your career more, which you really did. Fast forward six months and while keeping up the long-distance relation with frequent phone calls late at night because your parents might pick up the landline and eavesdrop if its during the day, while at the same time trying to search for a job near Boston went on.
On one late Sunday afternoon as you were sitting on the kitchen island sipping on coffee you got an email from on of the companies, you had given an interview to, informing you had gotten an onsite job that would require you to move to Cambridge, and you were over the moon.
So, the preparations began for your send off and again Jeonghan stepped in like the messiah he is. He is absolutely not one, you refuse to accept. The man went ahead and told your conservative father he will give up his life to take care of you, till this date you claim it will be the opposite if a situation like that befalls you both. After packing your bags, you were on your merry way to live with the man.
It took you both some time to adjust to the new settings he would be over at your place during the weekends and sometimes you would be at his. This continued for another year or so before one night as you both were laying on the bed together when Jeonghan suddenly piped up.
“I think you should see other people.”
Not understanding what he meant you turned towards the guy and asked, “what do you mean?”
“I know we will end up marrying each other, so I want you to experience dating other men too, so you don’t get to ever claim I was the only guy in your life,” he explained to you.
You had yet to get a taste of exactly how much of a cocky motherfucker you are dating, said innocently.
“But Jeonghan you are the only guy I ever dated.”
That was the end of that conversation that night before you both went to sleep, but his urging never stopped. It went on for a few days till one day your exhausted and a tad bit insecure self, lashed out at him claiming he wanted to cheat on you, and he wanted a break. So, you gave one to him.
Five years later during your sister’s wedding in Singapore was when his proposal was finally accepted. You had just arrived at the airport and yet again the man had swooped in and taken you away from your family under the guise of some kind of sound check that was needed to be done in the wedding venue.
That entire year you had a flower bouquet delivered early morning to your house with an apology letter, although the apologies lasted only for a month before you forgave the terrified man, who apologized profusely after you accepted to talk to him. Even though you did feel a bit bad after seeing him, the guy looked like he was living during the great depression.
After that all was smooth sailing and he never ever tried to upset you at all, but his playful nature persisted anyways, not like you minded that.
Your clueless self agreed to go with him and without a second thought he took you to the cables to take you to an island that was nowhere close to the wedding venue. As you were getting increasingly confused, you kept asking him where exactly you both were going. He kept deflecting the topic, so you ultimately gave up and, as another family came up on the cable car, you started talking about your flight that you took with your family. The poor man did not hear one word, he was sweating bullocks and was essentially confused why another family was in the cable car that he had fully booked for you both.
As the family got down at the end, he stopped you from doing so too claiming it is not the stop, even though it was the last one. It was then the nervous wreck of a man got down on one knee in front of asking for your hand in marriage once again, and you being so in love with him accepted to spend the rest of your life with the man.
The rest of it was history, you both had to tell your parents none of whom were shocked at all, rather relieved that you both had at last agreed to get married and be together forever.
Now ten years later and with your two children, you are perfectly content with your life. Waking up with Jeonghan beside you everyday sounds like a dream and you are happy it came true for you.
As you tossed around the bed you saw Jeonghan eyeing you in his half-awake state.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks.
“Us,” you answer snuggling closer to him.
“What about us, huh?”
“The way you forced me to date some other guy because you wanted me to have more experience in dating,” you laughed at the memory.
“Don’t tell me about that it still haunts me till this day” he retorts with a shudder.
“Why did you do it anyways?” you ask.
“I knew I was going to marry you so I wanted you to have some more experience with dating others so whenever you have an argument I could say ‘hey remember that looser you dated!’”, he answers with laugh.
With a laugh you slapped his shoulder exclaiming, “I sometimes forget how cocky you can get!”
"How else do you think I got the permission to propose you in someone else's marriage!" he states sassily.
With that Jeonghan snuggles closer to you some more, its Sundays anyways the kids are with their grandparents and you both have all the time in the world to just bask in each other’s presence and not do anything at all.
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to love you
when you ask him to be your fake fling he’s not prepared for the way it will make his unaddressed feelings for you grow
⇀ pairing wooyoung x gn!reader (references to yunho x gn!reader)
⇀ genre fluff, angst, fake dating au, unspecified nonidol au, f2l, one sided pining
⇀ style one shot
⇀ word count 10.4k
⇀ warnings jealousy, talks of hooking up, talks of vomit, crying, yelling at reader, yelling at wooyoung, just like a lot of general yelling, something that could be interpreted as a panic attack (no specific descriptions), allusions to violence (in a non-serious sense), cursing, food, alcohol consumption (assumed all characters are of age), parties, multiple kisses, pet names (love, babe), skinship (head on a shoulder, holding hands, holding faces), let me know if i missed anything
you and wooyoung certainly weren’t best friends but that’s not to say you two were enemies either. you’d met each other through a friend of a friend just over a year ago and even though you both felt an instant connection, it was nothing that had either of you suddenly intertwining your lives. wooyoung would consider you a casual friend and if he asked he’s about 89% sure you would say the same, 1% of the other 11 was reserved for what his best friend yeosang liked to call his “simp brain” that wanted to imagine you’d call him something along the lines of a crush, but disregarding the tiny baby so minor and minuscule romantic interest wooyoung had in you, you both were casual friends, “i’m already in the neighborhood, do you want to grab coffee” friends, “i was supposed to have a date but they bailed and i’m already dressed up, do you want to get drinks” friends. you both were certainly not “can you be my fake boyfriend?” friends.
“i’m sorry, what?” wooyoung is lucky he swallowed the last sip of his coffee or it would likely be all over his open laptop.
“you know that guy yunho?” you supply, quite unhelpfully in wooyoung’s opinion.
and yeah of course he knows yunho, he’s yeosang’s roommate, and the guy you haven’t been able to shut up about for the past month. “what does he have to do with anything?” he asks, trying to keep any of the jealousy he felt bubbling in his stomach at the mention of yunho’s name from showing on his face.
you roll your eyes like the answer is obvious as you reply, “well i was talking with mingi the other day,” mingi being the friend you had met wooyoung through in the first place, “and he said i should try making yunho jealous, because he’s pretty sure yunho is actually interested in me but just, like, needs that push.”
wooyoung nods slowly as he continues to listen to you rant, trying to understand where in your mind you think taking mingi’s advice, especially when it came to your love life, would be a good idea. wooyoung loved mingi but the man hadn’t had a date in more than six months and he’s not even sure when the last time his roommate had any romantic interest in anyone was.
“-and so i figured the best way to make someone jealous is basically seem interested in someone else,” you conclude as the man sat across from you tunes back in, trying to look like he’d been listening the whole time instead of wondering how he’d found himself in this situation. he was definitely going to have to talk to mingi once he got back home.
“and you thought i was the best choice for that?” wooyoung raises a brow as you sip your drink.
you nod quickly as you swallow. “well i’m pretty sure he knows hongjoong and seonghwa are dating, jongho is very clearly not my type, i’m not close enough with san, and i doubt he would believe yeo and i were a thing considering they live together,” you explain, listing off all the men in your close circle of friends, except for him, yunho, and mingi, and for a second he considers trying to twist mingi’s intentions by suggesting that maybe the tall blonde is the one who likes you and is looking for an excuse to get close to you but he can still recall the look of sadness on the gentle giant’s face the last time wooyoung threw him under the bus. the look of determination on your face makes it seem like you’d been thinking about this for more than a day, hell maybe even more than a week, but wooyoung can’t tell if your resolve should be alarming in any way because he’s much too worried about the prospect of what pretending to be in a relationship with you might do to his heart.
in a last ditch effort he asks, “isn’t this what, like, tinder is for?” and the way you sigh cues him in to know that you’ve definitely considered that avenue already.
“i don’t want to lead on some poor guy for my own gain like that.”
of course you don’t, you’re too nice, and if you knew that wooyoung would agree in a heartbeat, if it weren’t for his microscopic eensy-weensy romantic interest in you, he’s sure you wouldn’t be asking him for the exact same reason, but wooyoung has been set to keep his feelings to himself since he realized they existed at all and so he can only blame himself for the current situation. well maybe he can blame mingi too but, again, that’s a conversation for later.
wooyoung sighs. “i need to know your plan before i’ll agree to anything,” he says but he knows he’ll end up saying yes no matter what when he sees the way your face immediately lights up at the prospect of your plan working successfully.
“okay,” you place your hands against the table excitedly, causing both of your drinks to wobble slightly, “i was thinking it could be more of a casual thing instead of a full blown relationship so that it would be more believable when we break it off.” you explain and wooyoung can feel that he’s not going to get any work done today, closing his laptop in defeat as he rests his chin on top of his hand, his elbow now placed on the table.
after you’d explained the details of your idea, and your fake situationship, you and wooyoung both left the cafe with a plan for the next couple weeks, leading up to a big party yunho and yeosang were hosting in which you’d explain to yunho that your thing with wooyoung was over and you’d get together and it would all work out.
he had to give it to you, wooyoung had doubted how much rational thought you’d actually put into your idea when you first asked but after hearing you out he was almost convinced himself that it might work. secretly wooyoung was hoping for the romcom ending in which you would realize he was the one that was interested in you, but that was just a itty-bitty thought in the back of his mind, totally not a thought swirling around his head and making his heart thump his entire journey home after you’d parted ways.
“hey, how was your day?” mingi is quick to greet his roommate with a large smile as wooyoung takes off his shoes in the entryway.
“hm yeah it was fine,” wooyoung starts with sarcasm dripping from his voice, “except for the part where you convinced my friend to ask me for a fake relationship!” his words had progressively gotten louder as he approached the taller man, now looking like a kicked puppy and cowering on the couch.
“what’s going on?” seonghwa, who had been trying to pay attention to the television is now alerted to the conflict between his friends when mingi almost sat right on him.
“mingi convinced (y/n) that they just need to make yunho jealous in order to get him to make a move,” wooyoung plops down next to seonghwa, arms crossed in front of his chest and pout set on his face.
“and that’s your problem because,” seonghwa trials off, gesturing for wooyoung to supply the rest of the sentence before placing a comforting hand on mingi’s arm.
“because,” wooyoung sighs, taking a deep breath before he finishes his sentence, “they asked me to be their fake situationship.”
mingi pops up off the couch suddenly at wooyoung’s statement, looking just as surprised as wooyoung is sure he was in the cafe with you less than an hour earlier.
“i did NOT suggest they fake date one of our friends,” mingi explains, scrambling through the living room in search of, well, wooyoung’s not sure. “my suggestion was to just get a little comfy with someone at a party or something,” he explains, pulling the pillow off from where he’d been sat and sighing in relief as he takes his phone into his hands, fingers flying across the screen in a panic.
“i don’t see the issue,” seonghwa interjects, “it’s not like you’re actually dating and it’s not even like you’re fake dating if you’re not calling it official,” the oldest of the group shrugs, opening one of the boxes of pizza on the coffee table and pulling out a slice for himself. “plus it’s not like you’re interested in them or anything.”
mingi freezes at this, his behavior a complete 180 from only a few seconds ago as his gaze slowly drifts up from his phone to wooyoung who has stiffened next to seonghwa. the two youngest both let out audibly pained chuckles and seonghwa drops his plate dramatically back down onto the table.
“don’t tell me.”
wooyoung clears his throat loudly. “so i may have, like, the tiniest most insignificant crush on them,” he practically whispers, face feeling slightly warmer at the prospect of the situation he’s in, and certainly not his feelings for you.
seonghwa narrows his eyes at the youngest, a question on the tip of his tongue before mingi decides to supply the answer anyway.
“you’ve been in love with them for months, we all know.”
“i am not in love with them,” wooyoung shouts back, anger reignited as he focused back on the true root of the issue, mingi and his bright ideas. “yes i might think they’re attractive, and yes i would like to date them for real, and maybe, just maybe, i do get a little jealous when they talk about yunho, but that doesn’t mean i like them that much.”
wooyoung feels the energy fizzling out and his words get weaker as he observed the looks on his roommates’ faces. mingi seems almost smug, like he’s been proven right, while seonghwa wears an amused grin, eyebrows raised slightly in satisfaction.
“you’re sure about that?”
the next week, as he’s laying sprawled out on his best friend’s bed, yeosang busy putting away his freshly cleaned laundry, he sighs for what feels like the millionth time and the dark haired man at the closet has had enough.
“either say something or stop sighing,” yeosang grunts, placing the last hanging item in the closet. as he moves to sit at his desk, wooyoung flips onto his stomach quickly, causing the bed to creek and him to bounce slightly.
“i just don’t get it,” wooyoung says and yeosang resists the urge to groan. this is the same conversation the two had been having since wooyoung found out about your interest in yeosang’s roommate.
woo complains that he doesn’t understand why you think yunho is so great and then yeo has to bring his friend back to reality by reminding him that yunho is actually a pretty great guy and that woo is the one who could change his own fate, if he just had the balls to admit he was interested in you. but of course wooyoung always manages to weasel out of the truth, claiming that he doesn’t like you that much, or that you don’t like him, which yeo thinks is shit considering the amount of times you started ditching him for his own best friend but he’s not a snitch.
it’s yeosang’s turn to sigh. “i’m not doing this again,” he mutters. “yunho is not a bad guy, in fact he’s a great guy, all of his previous relationships ended amicably, he’s not unattractive according to the people that have asked me to give him their number, and as far as i know he and (y/n) actually have quite a bit in common.” yeosang turns to wooyoung quickly, finding the younger man with a small pout gracing his features.
as wooyoung opens his mouth to possibly argue against one of the points his friend had raised, both men hear the familiar sound of the front door opening and yunho’s usual greeting rings through the apartment. both boys suddenly feel like they’ve been caught, wooyoung’s eyes going wide for a moment as yeosang turns back to busy himself with the unfolded clothes on his desk.
“hey,” yunho says, poking his head through yeosang’s open door a few moments later. “they were out of those macarons you like at the cafe so i got you a maple cinnamon roll instead, y/n suggested it.”
at the mention of your name wooyoung perks up, trying not to seem too eager at the mere thought of you.
“sorry woo, i didn’t know you were over until after i’d ordered or i would have gotten you something,” yunho apologizes and wooyoung hates that he can tell it’s sincere.
wooyoung thinks it would be a lot easier to hate his best friend’s roommate if he was not actually such a nice guy. but he just can’t hate him, he might dislike him a bit for being such a great guy and being the one to hold your attention, but honestly feeling anything but amicable toward the man just makes him feel guilty. it’s not yunho’s fault you find him attractive and it’s certainly not yunho’s fault that wooyoung can’t just admit his feelings.
“you ran into y/n?” yeosang asks, honestly not trying too hard to hide the glance he throws wooyoung’s direction.
yunho nods as he moves to fully lean against yeosang’s doorframe. “they said they were stopping by the cafe before they were supposed to meet a friend.”
yeosang and wooyoung both nod in response, wooyoung’s a little more engaged while yeosang keeps looking between his two best friends.
“they actually asked if you were over,” yunho continues, gesturing to wooyoung with a quick tick of his chin.
the younger man’s expression quickly shifts to confusion before he’s remembering your idea he’d been telling yeosang about only half an hour before. he tries to tone down the shock of hearing you ask about him as he asks, “really?”
“yeah,” yunho chuckles slightly. “they said you weren’t answering any of their texts and that only happens when you’re with yeosang.”
before yunho is even done with his explanation wooyoung is digging through the slightly askew comforter he’d unceremoniously dropped himself and his phone onto once he’d arrived an hour ago. he’s not sure if you just made up the statement to prove to yunho that you two were close, as you truly didn’t text each other much outside of making plans, but no matter if you were just trying to provoke yunho you had spoken the truth. just about every time you texted wooyoung he would drop everything to respond. mingi would call it being “down bad”, and maybe wooyoung was learning to accept that fact about himself.
as wooyoung scrolled through the texts you’d sent him, a little update about how you think the plan is working and a picture of a cute dog that you said looked a little like him, which totally didn’t make him blush, he hears yunho clear his throat.
“are you two,” yunho pauses as wooyoung glances up at him, finding the conversation to feel a bit stiff and uncomfortable. “are you two like a thing?” yunho finally asks, finding the setup of yeosang’s room to be more interesting as his friend watches a blush creep onto the tips of his ears.
it’s wooyoung’s turn to find the decor around him interesting as he replies, trying to remember everything you’d talked about, “i wouldn’t call it a thing.” wooyoung shrugs trying to seem cool as he feels his heart beat creeping up into his throat.
he hadn’t anticipated it being this hard. the man hadn’t even lied about anything yet and he could still feel the guilt settling into the back of his throat, flavoring his words with a bitterness that held a strange mix of satisfaction, for getting to even pretend to know you in a more intimate way than his current competition, and regret, for agreeing to be apart of a plan that might cause one of his friends any distress.
“they’ve just been talking about you a lot,” yunho adds and if wooyoung had a little less self control he’d probably have fallen right off yeosang’s bed. he’s too focused on the thought of you purposely mentioning him in conversation to others to think about how yunho would know, the older man probably having seen you more times than wooyoung had in the past week.
“i think they’re in what you might call a situationship,” yeosang supplies when wooyoung doesn’t respond, shrugging as if he has no interest in the information he’d just shared.
wooyoung bites his tongue as he takes a deep breath, mentally preparing to tell the biggest lie he’s probably told in his whole life, just as you’d agreed to. “you remember that party their friend, whatever-her-name-was, had a few weeks ago?”
yunho nods gently, now able to look at wooyoung again after having determined that the conversation maybe wasn’t that uncomfortable.
“well we kinda,” wooyoung pauses, knowing it’s his last chance to back out before everything changes, and so he pushes forward with a sigh, “we hooked up that night and we’ve gotten together a few times since then.”
for wooyoung, it felt weird to say, the statement now just sitting in the air as he sees yunho trying to digest the information. he thought it might make him feel some way but instead he just feels empty, knowing that it’s entirely untrue. sure you’d left that party together, a fact that you had remembered and wanted to use in order to make your little fib realistic, but you’d both simply had enough of partying that night and gone for food at the convenience store on the corner before he walked you home. as far as wooyoung was aware, and he was pretty sure you didn’t go anywhere after he left your doorstep, you’d both gone to bed alone that night. and yet wooyoung didn’t feel like he could let himself daydream even the thought of you both actually doing anything then, the idea much too dangerous for the way he’d slowly started accepting what all his friends had been telling him about his affections recently. and even though he might be able to admit that he does have a crush on you, he certainly wasn’t expecting to hear the question falling from yunho’s lips.
“do you love them?”
wooyoung could feel his stomach jump right into his throat, his heart plummeting at the same time and causing nausea to replace the guilt he’d been wadding in just moments earlier.
“uh i think love is maybe a strong term,” he tries to chuckle lightly but he can hear the awkwardness permeating the laugh. “but i do like them.”
it’s the first time he’s admitted it without a caveat, and just like with the lie before, he feels the emptiness returning except instead of sitting deep into his stomach it fills his entire chest cavity, only stirring the nausea and making him feel like he’d much rather sink into the covers of his best friend’s bed than continue this conversation. he’s just not sure how much more he can say before he might actually vomit.
yunho nods slowly, a thoughtful look on his face, before he says, “i think you two would be good together.”
wooyoung is much too focused on staying grounded and not revealing the sickness that he feels to analyze whether yunho is telling the truth, a slight burn building in his chest of what he can only assume is bile, and at this point he’s not sure he wants to know what yunho thinks anymore. why did he agree to this?
“well, that roll is on the counter whenever you want it yeo,” yunho continues, oblivious to the turmoil brewing in wooyoung’s mind and body. “see you later woo.”
with that the man is gone, disappearing into his bedroom down the hall.
yeosang turns to his best friend quickly, ready to supposedly recap the conversation but stops in his tracks when he sees the look of pain on wooyoung’s face.
“how am i gonna make it through this?”
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the next week or so is filled with moments similar to this, where he has to look at yunho and lie straight to his face, straight to his own heart. and although yeosang assured that it would have to get easier at some point, wooyoung can feel he’s reaching his own breaking point.
throughout the process, as you execute your plan, you actually try to spend more time with wooyoung, starting with simple little outings that weren’t too different from things you might do usually. at some point these outings morphed into full fledged dates, and every time wooyoung felt himself sinking into the idea that he might be able to just enjoy this for what it was, you were quick to mention the plan and pop the bubble that wooyoung had found solace in. although he feels something unfamiliar burning lightly in his chest he can’t even fathom to be mad at you, too unbelievably happy in those moments where he could forget that you were faking it all.
“i’m not sure this is good for you anymore,” seonghwa had said one day after wooyoung had come home from a day out with you, plopping himself down onto the couch with an exhausted heart from the emotional roller coaster you were unknowingly taking him on.
wooyoung only let out a grunt, the sound muffled by the cushion his face was squished against, and seonghwa sighed in response.
“you’re tearing yourself apart for them,” seonghwa tried to reason, his quest of stopping this little escapade you’d set yourself on as futile as always.
wooyoung was sure he was delirious at this point, fatigue settled deep into his body from the way he felt he was chasing every moment with you, and so the next words that slipped off his tongue were completely unvetted by his mind and entirely from the heart.
“how else would i be able to love them?”
if seonghwa is surprised by the statement he doesn’t show it, his face neutral as wooyoung turns to look at him, the older man now crouched next to where wooyoung lies. he’s not sure what reaction he expected, and he knows that he asked an unanswerable question, but somehow wooyoung’s not surprised when seonghwa reaches out to run a gentle hand up and down the younger’s back.
the next words wooyoung speaks come out watery as he feels tears pricking at the back of his eyes and that unfamiliar burn returns to his chest, “they’ll always love someone else.”
as much as seonghwa wants to argue, to point out that you shouldn’t think in forevers and absolutes, right now he knows that his friend just needs comfort. so he moves to pull wooyoung so that he’s sitting, seonghwa moving into the space he’s created on the couch and taking his younger friend into his arms, letting him sob gently against his shoulder.
as if he couldn’t feel bad enough about this entire situation, wooyoung wakes the next morning to a text from you. normally he might feel a bit giddy to hear from you but the message is nothing like any of the ones you’d recently started sending, casual conversations about your days and cute pictures of things that reminded you of him. it was cold, with a finite energy and wooyoung could feel it like a punch to the chest.
y/n: let’s break it off
wooyoung can barely perceive himself moving to message you back, feeling like he’s gone into autopilot. he’s tried to be prepared for this but with the way he’s allowed himself to feel with you for the past few weeks it’s almost as devastating as knowing that he’s been making himself comfortable inside of a lie. as he turns over to try to return to sleep he feels that same something unfamiliar burn in his chest.
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“you should go anyway,” yeosang says, looking down at wooyoung from his place on the couch.
wooyoung has taken to wallowing in self pity on the floor of his living room, mingi having forcefully pulled him out of the pitiful nest he had created of his bed a few hours ago upon seonghwa’s request.
“and see yunho all over them, no thank you,” wooyoung pouts.
the two of them had been talking about the party at yeosang’s, and by extension yunho’s, place since yeosang had arrived just over an hour ago. the party was supposed to be the final phase of the plan, when you would confront yunho, with the help of the alcohol that would surely be in your system, and wooyoung was obviously less than enthusiastic to see you complete the last stage of the plan. his best friend had been arguing that he could reasonably avoid you the entire night and be able to have fun anyway, but wooyoung wasn’t in the mood to have fun in the first place.
“if you just stay by the beer pong table the whole night i’m sure you’ll be able to avoid them,” mingi supplies helpfully, to which wooyoung whines in response.
“and have a perfect view of the rest of the room, where everyone else will be having the time of their lives, yeah great, very cool,” wooyoung spits sarcastically, limbs flailing about around him as he tries to push away the mental images of all of his friends getting to have a great night while he tries to keep from silently crying into his cup in a corner.
“so you’re just never going to go to another party?” seonghwa asks, stepping over his roommate as he goes about tidying the living room, setting things that had migrated amongst the room back where they belong.
wooyoung stops at this, turning over quickly so he can toss seonghwa, who spares no glance to him, a questioning look. “what do you mean?”
seonghwa just shrugs, dusting an empty shelf before he reorganizes the knick-knacks that would sit on it. “well, if you’re avoiding this party because you don’t want to see them together, then you’re going to have to avoid every party where you know they’ll be, which will likely be every party you’re invited to,” seonghwa explains, enunciating slowly as though wooyoung is only a child.
“and if you’re just avoiding anything they’ll be at together are you going to stop coming to group hangouts, or anything either one of them is at in fear that the other person will show up,” seonghwa continues, oblivious to the way wooyoung seems to be melting into the floor as he realizes how crazy his logic from earlier sounds now that the eldest is breaking it down like this. “so are you just going to stop being friends with both of them?”
wooyoung lets out something akin to a growl as he flops once more onto his back, his legs kicking in the air as he knows that he’s been cornered. “i get it,” he whines, hands smacking gently against his face in defeat.
“if you just rip the bandaid off now it’ll be so much easier,” yeosang adds, “you won’t have built it up more than you have already.”
“i hate when you’re all right.”
so, with the caveat that he can hang onto one of his roommates the whole night for emotional support, wooyoung finally agrees to attend the party.
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“have you been avoiding me?”
wooyoung knew it was a bad idea to come to this cafe, the same one he had made that stupid agreement with you at, the one where you might be found more often than not, your favorite cafe. and if any of his friends were here with him they might just call him an absolute idiot, yeosang might even call it masochistic, to think that he could avoid you in the one spot you were sure to be.
“avoiding you?” wooyoung hears himself speak before he is even able to process what he should say, his nerves too frazzled by your proximity, standing closer than he thinks you ever have before. it certainly doesn’t help that with the warmer weather lately you’ve taken to start cycling your summer clothes into your wardrobe, your outfit today including one of your favorite tank tops, showing off the soft skin of your collarbone and shoulders. wooyoung has to use all of his self control to not reach out and brush his fingertips against you, tracing shapes into your skin and feeling you shudder beneath his gentle touches.
he’s snapped suddenly out of the trance he had been sinking into when you speak again, “you haven’t been answering any of my messages.”
at this wooyoung moves his gaze to your face and although he can see the teasing smile that graces your lips he can still spot a bit of disappointment swimming in your eyes.
“i’m sorry,” he replies, sounding much too genuine for the way you had seemed to be trying to hide your true disappointment in the playfulness of your usual cadence you adopted around him, and he feels the familiar pool of guilt start to fill the void that he’d been keeping in the pit of his stomach since you’d broken things off.
as you stand before him, forcing him into your personal space and looking at him expectantly, he thinks back to his decision to turn off notifications from your number, one that all of his friends had already torn him to shreds for. at the time he had reasoned that it was to protect himself from the repeated heartbreak he would suffer every time he might interact with you. unfortunately, in making this decision he hadn’t thought about what his seemingly sudden disappearance from your life might do to you, he hadn’t considered that he might be hurting you, and the guilt only grows.
you seem to be slightly taken back by his apology, likely not expecting him to reply in earnest, taking a moment to collect yourself before you state, “so you admit it, you were avoiding me,” although it comes out as more of a question, your head tilting gently as you seem to be inspecting the man before you, and wooyoung hates that he feels so exposed.
you aren’t even aware of the way you hold wooyoung’s heart in your hands but the longer you stand dissecting his expression the more he feels like your grip on it is too tight. he can’t tell whether you want him to answer honestly, or if you even care if he does, his mind is far too clouded by the scent of your shampoo along with the hurt he can see you trying to hide behind the confusion in your eyes, and he feels the familiar prickle of tears forming in his own.
he watches as you own features turn to concern, but before either of you can move to speak again, you’re both thrust out of the moment as someone behind you asks, “are you two going to move? you’re holding up the line.”
and suddenly wooyoung feels like the entire world can see him, pathetically crying over a person stood directly in front of him, and he needs to get out.
he’s not sure how he manages to make it out of the cafe with his vision as watery as it is, tears now fully rolling down his cheeks, but he assumes muscle memory simply kicked in as he finds himself briskly walking in the direction of his apartment.
“wooyoung!” he hears you call behind him and for a moment he considers stopping but then he feels that familiar burn in his chest, the same one he felt when you’d broken things off, and in a moment of clarity, as his feet carry him further from the agreement you’d both made, he realizes what it is, anger. although he’s never felt anger like this before, anger that roots itself into that guilt he’d been building for the entire time you’d pretended to be something. so it’s not an anger he can quickly pick apart and resolve, no, it’s an anger that feels like it feeds off of everything he’s been through for the past month. he’s angry at himself, for being so stubborn for so long, at his friends, for pushing for him to reanalyze his feelings, at the situation, for being so complicated, at yunho, for being the one you want, at the plan, for making everything worse, and most importantly at you.
his feet suddenly come to a halt, and you must have been closer behind than he thought because just a moment later he feels you running right into his back, not having expected him to actually stop.
“what do you want from me?” he spits, whipping around and causing you to jump in surprise.
“wooyoung,“ you begin softly, feeling his gaze sharp and strong, “what’s wrong?”
“you want to know what’s wrong?” he laughs, the sound void of any real humor. “you’re what’s wrong.”
you try not to react, knowing that he probably doesn’t mean what he’s saying, but he can see the way your hands, that had been hesitantly reaching toward him, suddenly drop to your sides.
“you and your goddamn plan,” he starts. “why couldn’t you have just fucking talked to yunho yourself instead of dragging me along for your own fun? you’re so goddamn selfish it doesn’t even cross your mind that other people might get hurt by the shit you think up. but it doesn’t matter to you does it? no one else’s feelings and emotions really matter as long as you can get what you want in the end. how long are you gonna string along yunho before you have to tell him you’re a liar and break his heart too? how many other guys are you going to hurt and then manipulate into feeling guilty for protecting themselves from you, huh?”
by the end of his rant he’s shouting, surely attracting attention from anyone else just trying to go about their lives that might happen to pass you both on the sidewalk, but wooyoung couldn’t care less, each word cooling the burn in his chest and laced with the anger that he can no longer stand to house inside of himself.
“wooyoung, please-“ you try to start, but he must miss the watery way you speak and how your own tears now threaten to join his on the sidewalk as he interrupts you.
“i wish i could just stop loving you,” and with his final peace spoken he turns and begins, once again, the trek home, an inexplicable exhaustion weighing down his steps.
he barely even registers that you don’t follow.
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“JUNG WOOYOUNG WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?”
when he had returned home to an empty apartment, he felt like it was the only good thing that had happened to him in the last month, but then, as he sat in silence, calming his nerves and slowing his racing heart, his actions from the last half hour began to sink into his conscious. he knew his friends would find out what he had done sooner or later, but he certainly didn’t expect to find four of them bursting through his front door in a fury only minutes after he’d arrived.
hongjoong, always the voice of reason, had been the one to shout and announce their presence, his boyfriend, and wooyoung’s roommate, in tow. both men were visibly upset, although reasonably so, and if mingi didn’t have a gentle hold on seonghwa’s wrist wooyoung is sure the eldest would have tackled him to the ground by now.
“i knew you were an idiot but man,” yeosang says, bringing up the rear.
“so,” wooyoung tries, looking anywhere but his friends, “how was lunch?”
hongjoong takes a breath, likely trying to calm himself as he replies, “great, we even ran into a friend,” sarcasm heavy on each syllable.
“oh really?” wooyoung asks just above a whisper.
“yeah,” hongjoong nods harshly with an angry smile, “we would’ve invited them to join us had they not been FUCKING SOBBING,” he ends shouting.
“ah,” wooyoung tries, wishing the couch might just swallow him whole. “so you ran into y/n i’m guessing.” wooyoung lets out an awkward cough, releasing a humorless chuckle as he finally glanced back up at his friends.
“i’m going to ask this again,” hongjoong starts once more, taking several large breaths with his eyes closed to presumably calm himself. “what is wrong with you?”
“what did you do?” mingi takes a turn to speak up, releasing his hold on seonghwa who moves to run a soothing hand along his boyfriend’s back.
wooyoung can’t find the energy to recount the details of your entire encounter, and he also doesn’t feel like being berated for every little misstep he’d taken throughout your interaction, so he resolves to try summarizing the last half hour for the four men that are giving him some of the most expectant looks he’s probably ever seen. “we-uh,” he starts, as eloquently as usual, “we ran into each other and i may have cried and then i may have gotten angry and then i may have, uhm, madethemcry.” his last three words come out as one as he tries to get them out as quickly as possible, hating the way they taste rolling off his tongue.
and now, as the four men that had been listening so closely are thrown into a flurry once more by his statement, he begins to digest his own statement. he made you cry, and he’s sure if the room wasn’t filled with the voices of four of his friends arguing, the crack he feels in his heart would echo against the walls around him.
“i also told them i loved them,” wooyoung says again, barely above a whisper and yeosang is quick to shush the other three.
“you what?”
“i told them i loved them,” he repeats before quickly clarifying, “well it was more like i told them i wished i didn’t.”
and that set them all off again, each of his friends shouting over each other, and wooyoung just sunk into himself, the image of your tear stained cheeks at the front and center of his mind.
after what wooyoung might consider a pretty reasonable 15 minutes of being reminded how he has fucked up in pretty much every way possible, mingi was the first to calm down, always the one to move through his emotions quickly, and yeosang was soon to follow. seonghwa was the next to cool off, half way through a shouted sentence remembering the moment just a week ago in which he’d comforted wooyoung on the same couch he stood in front of now. hongjoong didn’t get the chance to simmer down, seonghwa pushing him to go home before he could pop a blood vessel.
“what are you thinking about?” yeosang asks, sitting himself next to wooyoung on the couch.
“how stupid i am,” wooyoung sighs, staring up at the ceiling.
yeosang sighs, placing a tentative but comforting hand on wooyoung’s bicep. “you’re not stupid,” yeosang says, “you’re just in love.”
wooyoung lolls his head to the side, getting a good view of his friend to see if he was joking, but all he found was sincerity, and a little pity, in the gentle smile on yeosang’s face.
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saturday
y/n: let’s break it off
woo: sure
sunday
y/n: hey, i just told yunho
y/n: just figured you should know
tuesday
y/n: can we talk?
wednesday
y/n: everything okay?
today
y/n: i really need to tell you something
that night wooyoung opens your chat and feels even worse about everything that happened today, but before he can tumble into a cycle of self pity once again, he feels his phone vibrate in his hand.
y/n: are you still going to the party tomorrow?
wooyoung practically tosses his phone in the air with the way he jumps up in surprise, fingers flying across the keyboard to respond. he types out and deletes his message at least five times before he hits send, debating if he should take this moment to apologize in fear that he won’t ever get the chance again. in the end he decides to just answer your question, straight and simple, not wanting to fuck up anything else.
woo: yeah
and in the minute he waits for a response he feels like his nerves are on fire, mentally berating himself for his answer. he should have apologized, or said something else, anything else. you probably wanted him to do more, address what happened earlier in the day, but of course he couldn’t even do that right. so wooyoung starts that spiral again, sinking into the depths of his own mind, until he feels his phone vibrate.
y/n: cool
y/n: i’ll see you there
wooyoung can barely sleep that night, either replaying his mistakes from the day or rehearsing the apology he had to give you at the party.
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yeosang had managed to rope wooyoung into helping with the set up at his and yunho’s apartment for the party, claiming it would help him to get his mind off of things, but as wooyoung knocks on his best friends door, he can feel the anxiety creeping up as he tries to think of a plan for if yunho were to open the door instead of yeosang. wooyoung is so lost in his nerves he doesn’t realize that yeosang has answered until the older man speaks.
“why are you shaking?” yeosang asks, confusion clear on his face as he opens the door wider for the quaking man in question to enter.
“uh, yunho,” is all wooyoung says, as he inspects the state of the apartment.
streamers and other miscellaneous decorations are thrown about the entrance area and living room, the beer pong table already set up in the corner farthest away from the hall to yeosang and yunho’s bedrooms, giving it the best view of the open concept living room and kitchen, and wooyoung tosses around the idea of mingi’s suggestion. he would certainly be able to see when you arrive so he can catch you before you lose yourself in the party tonight.
“oh, he and mingi went to pick up the stuff for drinks,” yeosang shrugs, “i thought mingi would have told you.”
wooyoung just shakes his head before yeosang starts instructing him on what he needs to do, placing the younger in charge of setting up the kitchen while yeosang gets everything hung up in the entrance and living areas.
for the first half hour, wooyoung does have to admit that he is more focused on decorating and organizing the snacks, making sure to leave room for drinks, than the apology he has perfected that had been swirling through his mind all day. he busies himself with which color balloon should be where and whether he should put the salty and sweet together or mix them up a bit so one side doesn’t get more crowded than the other, of which he decides to mix them together, instead of how he should open the conversation he’s dreading. of course as he finally starts managing to sink himself into his task all the way he hears a throat clear behind him.
expecting it to be yeosang who has some little complaint about the way wooyoung hung the streamers or how he should at least put the cookies all together he just says, “i don’t want to hear it.”
instead of one of yeosang’s usual quips wooyoung is surprised to hear a much deeper voice, laced with confusion. “what?”
wooyoung is quick to whip around, ending up face to face with, a slightly amused but mostly puzzled looking, yunho who has a bottle of tequila in one hand and some sort of mixer in the other, a few bags scattered on the floor near his feet.
“sorry,” wooyoung is quick to move, gesturing to the empty space on the counter. “thought you were yeosang,” wooyoung explains, stepping as far out of yunho’s way as he can.
yunho just chuckles lightly, as he sets the two bottles down, turning to wooyoung, “i figured.”
to wooyoung’s surprise yunho doesn’t move to unpack any more of the bags, instead leaning up against the counter and crossing his arms over his chest.
“he went out to grab another cord for the speakers,” yunho explains, “we always manage to loose one.”
wooyoung just nods slowly, his gaze flickering between the decorations still left to be used and the bags that still need to be unpacked, and just as wooyoung is about to move back to do one of those tasks, yunho speaks up again.
“y/n told me,” he says and wooyoung freezes completely, feeling his heart plummet into his feet. he prepares himself for any of the rage that yunho might be about to throw his way, even trying to mentally steel himself for the way yunho will surely laugh at him for telling you that he loved you. how could his love compare to that which is reciprocated by someone you actually wanted.
“i still mean what i said,” yunho continues and wooyoung dares to glance at his friend. “i think you two would be good together.”
now it’s wooyoung’s turn to be puzzled. for a moment he wonders if yunho is sick at all because he certainly wouldn’t tell another guy, especially one that made his crush cry, that they would be good together but with the way yunho doesn’t react to wooyoung’s confusion wooyoung fears that maybe the sleep deprivation has finally caught up to him.
“i know that it was supposed to be all pretend but i don’t think you were lying when i asked you if you loved them,” yunho continues and wooyoung shakes his head like it will clear out his thoughts. “you’re a pretty open book.”
wooyoung decides he might as well bite the bullet and asks, “what did they tell you?”
“that it was fake,” yunho replies easily, “the situationship.”
wooyoung wishes that his answer cleared anything up but instead it only leaves him feeling more lost. does yunho like you? does he know about yesterday? do you still like yunho? wasn’t the end of the plan the party? that had to mean that you ended the plan early, did it not work out?
“i hope it works out for you,” yunho concludes, leaving wooyoung to stand mindlessly in the middle of the kitchen as the older man goes about setting up the drinks.
“thanks,” is all wooyoung can say in response and suddenly the party can’t start soon enough.
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when it’s half an hour past go time and you still haven’t arrived, he’s tempted to text you but he decides against it when he realizes he’s not sure what he would even say. mingi had been reassuring him that it was fine, turning to say so every time he would score in the game of beer pong he and a friend of a friend were playing, he thinks she introduced herself as yuri or yeji or something that started with a y but it’s hard for him to remember when his mind has been stuck on you for the last hour now.
“i told you they were pregaming at san’s so you know it’s gonna take them forever,” mingi says before downing the cup in his hand, the girl across the table high-fiving her friend excitedly. “plus i’m pretty sure they were going to wait for jongho to get off work and swing by his place to grab him.”
wooyoung just nods quickly, feeling more uncomfortable by the second. he had decided to forgo drinking until you arrived, wanting to be sober when he talked to you but the longer he waited the more he was regretting that decision, the soda he’d been nursing for the last half hour going flat as it swished around his cup.
before he can start to overthink it, he leans in next to mingi’s ear, not wanting to yell over the music. “i’m gonna grab a drink,” he says, not waiting for his friend’s response before he’s pushing through the crowd of people dancing, making his way to the kitchen.
“they here yet?” yeosang asks as soon as he spots wooyoung entering the kitchen, simultaneously handing an obviously tipsy seonghwa another drink.
“no,” wooyoung responds quickly, tossing the liquid in his cup into the sink before reaching for one of the bottles of soju on the counter.
seonghwa lets out a high pitched giggle, not hiding that it’s at wooyoung’s expense as the younger whips his head to stare daggers at his senior. “don’t you have a hongjoong to be hanging off of?” wooyoung spits and the phrase receives the reaction he’d intended, seonghwa quick to let out a squeaky “joongie!” before making his way back into the clump of bodies wooyoung had just emerged from.
as he watches his oldest friend disappear into the crowd, yeosang following suit, wooyoung catches mingi’s gaze, eyes wide as he ticks his chin in the direction of the front door, and he knows what it means immediately.
you’re here.
he can see the top of your head slowly moving into the center of the crowd, presumably being pulled by none other than choi san, who wooyoung can see is already flushed when the crowd moves and he can catch glimpses of you both dancing together, a bright smile displayed on your face as you laugh at san. he wants to go to you but he feels like his feet are suddenly too heavy, unable to do anything but watch from a distance.
“just the man i was looking for,” jongho says, clapping wooyoung on the back harshly, and successfully pulling him out of the trance you’d put him in.
“why?” wooyoung whines before he turns to jongho, seeing the smile that only his younger friend could lace with a scary sort of anger and wooyoung’s blood runs cold.
“y/n was just telling me about the interesting conversation you two had yesterday,” jongho says, his hand moving from wooyoung’s back up to his shoulder and squeezing harshly. wooyoung resists the urge to yell and instead tries to push the younger’s hand away, ducking under his arm to try and escape.
“i’m going to apologize,” wooyoung is quick to explain, now facing jongho head on in hopes to stop any more of his friend’s attacks.
jongho just drops his smile, muttering a quick, “i hope so,” before he moves past wooyoung and toward the drinks.
once wooyoung is sure he’s no longer in danger of being on the wrong side of jongho’s anger he quickly turns back to the crowd, scanning quickly for you or san. he spots san easy enough, having moved his dancing from the floor up onto the couch that had been pushed up against one of the walls. unfortunately you’re no longer with him and so wooyoung continues his search once more, although it’s starting to prove difficult as he realizes that more people must have arrived during his quick exchange with jongho, the living room packed almost wall to wall.
“who are we looking for?”
wooyoung almost jumps three feet in the air as your voice registers so clearly, your mouth centimeters away from his ear so that you can speak without straining over the music. he places a hand firmly against his chest as he tries to calm his racing heart but when he turns to you he knows the attempt is futile.
“can we talk?” wooyoung eventually manages out between staggered breaths, yelling over the music instead of opting to get closer to you, fearing that he might overstep some sort of boundary if he were to be inside of your personal space.
you only nod in response before you grab his wrist, and wooyoung barely registers where you’re pulling him off to as he focuses on the way your fingertips press into his skin. only once you’ve closed the door behind you two, successfully muffling the music and voices enough to converse without shouting, do you release his arm and he recognizes the room as his best friend’s.
you make no effort to move away from wooyoung once you’ve succeeded in locking the door behind him, ignoring the many extra feet of space that you could place between you both, and wooyoung isn’t sure if he’s overthinking but he would like to assume it’s a good sign.
“i was looking for you,” wooyoung answers your question from earlier, feeling like his mouth is much too dry before he remembers he’s been holding a cup in his hand since you’d arrived and takes the smallest swig of the liquid inside. he notices you aren’t holding a drink and debates about offering a sip of his own to you before ultimately deciding to just set it down on yeosang’s desk, leaning awkwardly to the side in order to reach.
“why?” you ask and wooyoung loses his balance for a moment, falling into you slowly before his feet find better support. if he hadn’t felt hot enough with embarrassment just from starting to fall in front of you, he’s now overheating when he realizes you’d placed a hand on his chest to keep him from completely falling onto you, your palm feeling as though it might burn a hole through his shirt.
he clears his throat nervously as you retract your hand and he misses the searing heat of your skin almost immediately, itching to just grab your wrist and place your hand back. but he doesn’t, because he respects you too much. he loves you too much.
“to apologize,” he finally admits, feeling the heat you’d gifted him moving up from his chest to his cheeks. “i-“ he tries to breath, to remember the apology he’d been practicing in his mind, but it’s so much harder when you’re actually in front of him. your eyes, just as they had in the cafe before his outburst, make him feel exposed, sensitive. “i’m sorry for getting mad at you, i shouldn’t have said what i did,” he’s able to continue, trying hard to return your gaze so that you may be able to spot the sincerity in this apology just as you had his last. “i didn’t mean those things. i was,” he pauses, knowing this is the point in which he could still turn around, pretend that he wasn’t upset for the reasons he was, and so he pushes through anyway. “i was angry at myself and you were just who i could take it out on. you didn’t deserve that, i’m sorry.”
he searches your face for any change, desperate to see your usual expression replace the frown you sported and smooth out the current crease between your brows, and when your face doesn’t change he’s once again tempted to reach out to you. he wants to just take your face into his hands, to gently message the tension from your temples and to place a gentle peck to the tip of your nose in hopes that he might get to see your smile up close once more before you might just vanish from his life forever.
but instead he keeps his hands firmly at his sides and says, “i wish i could take it all back.”
“all of it?” you ask quickly, your voice practically overlapping his own, and your expression does shift but wooyoung can’t make out the difference.
neither of you speak then for what feels like an hour, your eyes determinedly set on his while you let wooyoung’s gaze flit along your face, trying to find his answer amongst your features, before he closes his eyes with a wobbly sigh.
“i don’t want to stop loving you,” he says, eyes still closed, “but i have to.”
he can feel his chest caving in, the emptiness he’d started calling home consuming him from the inside out as he finally says what he’d been teetering on the edge of admitting for the last month.
“who told you that?” you question and if wooyoung could bare to open his eyes and actually look at you instead of finding cowardly safety behind his eyelids he is sure you would be wearing the same look of frustration he’s seen directed at him so many times before. although now he knows that it doesn’t carry the same playfulness that usually makes him so endeared, the sparkle in your eye that encourages him to bring out that same look more and more.
wooyoung lets out a humorless chuckle, shoulders dropping heavily as he becomes hyper aware of the way he’s been tensing his entire body. “no one,” he says before scrunching up his face in hopes that it will quiet the urge for him to open his eyes and see your face once more. “everyone.”
he hears you let out a huff before you comment, almost indignantly, “well i didn’t get a say.”
wooyoung can’t recall a time he’s opened his eyes faster, tenderness quickly replacing the shock he’d felt when he sees you once more, your gaze now firmly set on the cup wooyoung had placed on yeosang’s desk and arms crossed over your chest, a pout on your lips. he feels the corners of his own lips ticking up in a fond smile.
“so,” he begins to ask, a hint of playfulness coloring his tone as he feels hope build inside of him, “what do you think i should do?”
he’s not sure if you were expecting his eyes to still be closed but as you bring your gaze back to wooyoung’s face he feels like he can easily spot a hint of nervousness beneath your determined expression. you both find yourself in silence once more, this time he’s the one to hold firm, your gaze now traveling along his skin.
“i love you.”
he’s sure if he was any farther from you that he wouldn’t have been able to hear it, the words flowing along an exhale.
“what was that?” he asks, unable to contain the smile that overtakes his features, and he half expects for you to take it back playfully, to mess around with him, but then he watches as a determined smirk creeps onto your face.
“i said,” you start, leaning impossibly closer and placing your hand onto the same spot on his chest as you had earlier. “i love you.”
your lips are on his in an instant, almost imperceptible, the gentlest brush of skin, but wooyoung can feel it.
“i love you too,” he whispers against your lips before one of his hands moves to the back of your neck, the other wrapping around your wrist as he pulls you back into him.
of all the times he’d imagined kissing you, it was nothing like he expected, your lips remaining gentle against his no matter how passionate he became, and wooyoung knew instantly that he was already addicted. he was so utterly consumed by you, and he wouldn’t have if any other way.
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“your drink, my love,” wooyoung says, placing a cup down on the table as he takes the seat next to you, his own coffee in his hands, while he places a gentle kiss against your temple.
“gross,” yeosang comments, watching you both from across the table before taking another bite of his macaron.
“yeah,” hongjoong agrees from his seat on your other side. “i didn’t realize that you two getting together meant we would have to watch you both all over each other all the damn time,” he complains as his boyfriend rolls his eyes on the other side of the table.
wooyoung ignores his older friends in favor of grabbing one of the legs of your chair, pulling you toward him so that he can more easily rest his head against your shoulder. he smirks against your skin as he feels a shudder run down your spine when he turns his head to press his lips into the crook of your neck.
you and wooyoung are gathered with a few of your friends in the same cafe that set everything into motion, your favorite place, enjoying your first quiet afternoon as an official couple.
“come on, i think they’re cute,” mingi says, looking between yeosang and hongjoong, who both exchange disgusted looks.
you chuckle, the sound light and airy, making wooyoung’s heart float as he feels the vibrations through his own chest.
“thank you mingi,” you say with a hint of finality, ready for the attention to be away from you two.
you’re thankful that the conversation drifts into a new direction, yeosang mentioning something about the latest star wars movie and sending seonghwa into a spiral about his thoughts and opinions.
“thank you,” wooyoung whispers, lifting his head from your shoulder before resting it on his hand, his elbow propped on the table in front of you.
you send him a confused look, tilting your head gently, but with the way he stares at you, overwhelmed with devotion, you can’t keep a tender smile from gracing your features. “for what?”
“forgiving me,” he elaborates, taking your hand in his.
for a minute you simply bask in the genuine warmth of the moment, watching the way his gaze shifts to your hand as he starts to play with your fingers gently. you’re tempted to bring his own hand up to your lips and let the whole situation stay genuine, but you just can’t keep from teasing.
“who says i forgave you?”
wooyoung is quick to look back up at your face, eyes wide with worry as he lifts his head from his hand, now using both of his hands to hold one of yours. you watch the worry melt away as a pout takes over his features, seeing the playful smirk on your own.
you can hear the whine building in his throat before he even opens his mouth, your gentle giggles matching his volume. “babe,” he groans, dropping his shoulders as he pulls your hand against his chest.
once you’ve calmed down enough from your giggle fit, you reach the hand he’s not holding up to hold his face, watching with adoration as he turns his head to press his lips into your palm before he leans fully into your touch.
as you both sit, just savoring the moment, wooyoung can’t help but reflect on how you both ended up here. so, as he falls deeper into his romantic haze, he can’t help but let you know, “i love to love you.”
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deathbed (coffee for your head) | h.js
-> pairing. Han Jisung x f!reader
-> genre. angst, hurt/comfort, f2l (friends–lovers), neighbors!au
-> rating. 13+
-> w/c. 1442
-> warnings. Mentions of divorce; rocky home-life; reader runs away from home (essentially)
-> a/n. Ngl to y’all the formatting for this one was… questionable lmfao. It’s not terrible but… 🤡🤡 idk check it out if you don’t like it 🤷🏻♀️
-> collection. songfic
-> started. Sept. 5th, 2020 @ 17:29
-> fin. Aug. 21st, 2021 @ 22:23
-> edited. Sept. 23rd, 2022 @ ???
You walked down the side of the road, the patter of rain distracting you.
You left your house since your parents were having a screaming fit—as they usually did those days. Ever since your mother told your dad that she didn't love him anymore and that she had already filed for a divorce, the tension in the house had been unbearable. You hadn't thought it would start raining, so you were walking with your hoodie up to cover your hair and face, though it was starting to soak though the fabric and make you cold. Your phone rung, Goodbye (by 2NE1) blaring.
Not bothering to check the caller ID, you answered the call with a scratchy throat: "Hello?" You hummed into the phone half-heartedly, stopping underneath a tree.
"Y/N! Where are you? I heard your parents fighting but when I came over to check on you you weren't in your room—"
"Jisung, what have I told you about going through my window? If my mom finds out she'll kill us!" You scolded him, shaking your head disapprovingly
"Whatever, it doesn't matter! Just come to my house, okay? My mom is cooking dinner for us." You smiled softly, humming before turning around to go to your neighbor's house.
Once there you knocked on the door, a low thud accompanying each knock. Jisung opened the door with an excited smile, the smile slowly fading when he saw how wet you were, lips parted in shock.
“You must be freezing… come inside!" He ushered after a moment, quickly pushing you inside. "One sec, lemme grab you some clothes—" it took only a few seconds for him to arrive back with some of his clothes and a towel. "Go change in my room. Mom should finish with the food in a few minutes." He said, pushing you in the direction of his room.
"Y/N! The food's ready!" Jisung yelled just as you finished pulling one of his hoodies over your head. It had been laying on the ground somewhere, so you might as well, right?
"Y/N! It's so good to see you again!" Mrs. Han said with a welcoming smile, hugging you tightly. You smiled with a laugh, nodding.
"I missed you too, Mrs. Han." You said. "By the way, where's (J/B/N)?"
"Oh, he's away for a business trip—"
"Okay, stop talking about my hyung and come spend time with me," Jisung whined, pulling you away from his mother. You had met Jisung in your shared classes, since you were both music majors at school. You had hit it off with him, and when you found out he was your new next door neighbor, you were practically tied to the hip. You giggled as Jisung over excitedly dragged you to where the food was, holding your hand before stopping you in front of the soup.
"Quickly, take some before I finish it myself—"
"Okay, God. You're so impatient, you know that?" You said with a raised brow, unable to stop yourself from smiling.
"It's why you love me, Y/Nie." He retorted, scrunching his nose cutely. You chuckled, dishing up before heading to the dining room, where you and Jisung ate.
Mr. Han only came back later, having gotten stuck in traffic on his way home from work. He greeted you casually, since it wasn't unusual for you to stay over some nights. Jisung had only ever really stayed over at your house once or twice, since your father had never really liked him. You guessed it must've been because he didn't trust him, but you knew your mother adored Jisung, so you guess that's a plus.
"Y/N, are you done?" Jisung asked, looking up from his phone. You nodded as you took your last bite, finally finishing. You had kept getting distracted your thoughts, so it had taken a while. He smiled at you warmly, getting up with a stretch. You smiled at him gently, the image of his cheeks stuffed with food similar to that of a squirrel stuck in your head. You had told him that it was cute and it's exactly the reason why you had saved him on your phone as 'Squirrel bby🐿'.
"Shall we go to my room, then?"
"Mmm." You hummed, taking his hand and smiling up at him brightly: "가자~"
You were sitting with Jisung on his bed, listening to some songs he had produced, reading the lyrics he had given you. He was watching you nervously, biting his lower lip. It was already around 01:03, so his door had been shut to keep the two of you from waking up his parents.
Noticing the way he was biting his lip, you placed a comforting hand on his knee, patting it gently. He smiled at you softly, playing with your fingers until you finished.
"Wow, Jisung."
"What'd you think? Is it shit?" He asked, eyes flicking from his laptop to your eyes questioningly. You scoffed, hitting his arm.
"Yah! Stop that! It was great! The lyrics and beat are amazing... I love it." You reprimanded him, pouting. He giggled, bubbling with happiness as he leaned back with a hand to his cheek, face turning pink.
Leaning forward he squeezed your cheeks, taking his laptop and paper to put it on his bedside table.
"Aah, thank you, Y/N-ssi!"
You hummed quietly, yawning. He sighed, hitting the sides of his mattress. "차, I'm gonna go grab a mattress for you—"
"What? No, Sungie. You'll wake your parents~"
"But—"
"We can just share a bed, dummy~" Jisung went quiet, looking at you stupidly as you made yourself comfortable in his bed.
“What?" You questioned, wide eyed and cute as ever.
"You're not going to be uncomfortable?" He asked, hesitantly getting comfortable with you. You laughed at him, poking his cheek with a fond smile.
"Of course not! I trust you, Sung-ah. And anyway," You smirked, moving forward to wrap yourself around him, the exact reason why he always referred to you as 'koala'. "You're a very huggable size. We fit together perfectly—" He chuckled at that, slowly wrapping his arms around you. You cuddled further into his chest, a content sigh leaving your lips.
Jisung bit down on his lower lip once more, looking down at the top of your head nervously. Now or never, Jisung!
"Uhm, Y/N?"
"Mmm?" You had closed your eyes. God, he was so warm—
You hadn't cuddled with Jisung all that much, since you usually only watched television at your home, generally playing games when you came over to his place to hang out.
"If I told you I liked you, would you be mad?" He asked quietly, making you look up at him.
You propped yourself on your elbow, eyeing him scrutinizingly. "You're being serious?" You asked, voice soft as you watched him. With a nervous gulp, he nodded, looking at you. When, a minute later, you hadn't yet answered, he cleared his throat, looking away sheepishly.
"It's okay if you don't like me back, I wasn't expecting you to, any—"
Jisung's eyes widened comically, his hand squeezing the side of the covers in all of his shock. You had kissed him to shut him up, your hand on his upper thigh. Slowly, Jisung's eyes fluttered closed, his hand making it's way to cup your cheek gently. His thumb brushed over your skin lightly, sending a tingle down your spine. You pulled away, looking at him expectantly. When he finally re-opened his eyes, he looked at you with his lips parted slightly.
"Does that answer your question..?" You asked with a shy smile, searching his eyes. Not trusting his voice, the boy nodded, watching with a smile as you leaned in again. He put one hand on your waist while you moved to sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and playing with the tips of his hair, his other hand still cupping your face. A couple more minutes passed while you kissed him, finally pulling away. You watched him lovingly, smiling before resting against his chest, your head tucked under his chin.
He chuckled lovingly at you, holding you to his chest, sliding down the bed some more while still keeping you close.
"I love you." You whispered, making him kiss your forehead with a soft smile. You lifted your head to place a quick kiss to his shoulder, your hands resting idly on his hips.
"I love you more..." He challenged.
You moved back to look at him again, kissing him softly and leaning your forehead against his, lips still lightly brushing over one another:
"I love you most," You whispered.
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among thieves ✨ || bts • pjm
- epilogue
"what even am I to you? your rival, your lover, an obstacle or am I supposed to be your coffin?"
about two thieves who can't live with nor without each other. and a joint past that comes back to threaten them.
© 2023 | eleni_cherie
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masterlist: here
— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, very flirty jimin, friends/rivals/exes to lovers (it's complicated, ok?!) f2l e2l ex2l all members play a role in this story!
ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.
SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)
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several years later
Tainan, Taiwan
Jimin took a sip from his ice coffee and flipped a page in the book he was reading.
The evening sun was bathing the building in a warm shade, a comfortably mild summer atmosphere being created. Some children ran through the streets to get to the nearest park with lots of laughter and screams. Almost bumping into two women who were chatting while carrying their groceries.
He turned another page when sensing someone taking a seat on the free chair on the other side of his table. He didn't need to look up to know who it was though. The café being not overly crowded, and he had already seen him enter from the corner of his eye.
"You finally found me."
"Who said I ever lost track of you?"
Jimin perked up with a lopsided smirk, arching a brow at him. "What took you so long then?"
Seokjin laughed out, shaking his head. "Choosing a country that isn't an interpol member to settle down.. you knew what you were doing."
Closing the book on his lap, he took another sip from his coffee.
"Oh, is that so? I just came here for the nice weather," he said innocently, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he looked at his former antagonist. It felt strange somehow, having him simply sit there casually next to him without him trying to arrest him. Who would've thought a day like this would ever come. "And how comes you pay me a visit now?"
The older man shrugged, leaning back in his seat. "Been awhile since the last time I saw you, so I thought why not spending my vacation here?'"
Jimin nodded understanding and smiled at him. "And how've you been?"
He shrugged. "Oh, you know.. after you guys became inactive, it became quite boring."
"Aw."
"No, that wasn't a compliment."
"It sounded like one though."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Seokjin sighed, "But you know, it became boring and you know, I ain't getting younger either. So after I got married, I decided to take it easier and stepped down from the leader position. I focus more on paperwork now."
Jimin's eyes widened in shock as he straightened himself. Unable to imagine some random office sitter in the leader position. "And who's the leader in the theft divison now?"
"Blake."
"Oh!" he exclaimed and relaxed into his previous position, "I can see that. She always seemed eager to prove herself to you."
"And she did."
"Kinda sad for Jungkookie though, isn't it?"
"Nah," Seokjin waved at him, shaking his head, "He never was interested in that position. He still works there with her though."
Jimin couldn't keep himself from laughing at the thought of Skylar and Jungkook together and her giving him orders while he obeyed like a good subordinate. "You know, I always felt like the two were into each other and ever since I tried setting them up.."
A teasing grin spread on Seokjin's features. "Since when are you so invested in other people's love life?"
He only shrugged and dragged a dramatic sigh. "Can't help it, I'm such a romantic."
Seokjin laughed under his breath. "To be honest, I sometimes felt the same," he admitted then, "And I still think it whenever I catch them looking at each other. Perhaps it was their professionalism that kept them from going further."
"Or perhaps they're just dating in secret."
He perked up at this, seeing Jimin wiggling his brows at him. "You think so?"
"I might or might not have my sources."
The older man laughed out, nodding. "Well, good for them then."
"But wait!" Jimin exclaimed then, suddenly having processed something else. "You said you got married? To Yongsun?"
Seokjin's eyes widened, realising he had indeed mentioned it. He bit back a smile, confirming it again with a quick nod. "Yeah.."
"And I wasn't invited to the wedding?" Jimin faked offence to which Seokjin grinned.
"Figured you wouldn't have wanted to get arrested."
"True. But since you only met her thanks to me, I still think I deserved it."
"It surely wasn't thanks to you.."
"Now, don't be so unfair," Jimin pouted, "You wouldn't have been at that ship if I hadn't planned to steal the 'black star'." He was referring to the party a CEO of one of the biggest korean companies had thrown for his wife's birthday two years ago. And that wife had happened to own a very valuable black pearl, which she was wearing on a spray brooch and which the gang had been after. "So technically, I deserved an invitation."
Seokjin groaned in annoyance, getting tired of their quarrel. "You know what? I take it back. It's been great since you retired. I finally got some peace."
"Rude considering I practically introduced you to her."
"You didn't 'introduce' her to me!" Seokjin objected with a laugh, "You pushed her on me when I was running after you!"
"Still counts - you're married now, aren't you?" Jimin pointed out with a sly grin.
He wasn't able to disagree with that. So he gave up with an exhausted sigh.
"So?" Seokjin coughen then in hopes of changing topics and looked around. "And where's the rest?"
"Thought you had kept track on all of us."
"I did," he corrected, "But since interpol doesn't have any resources here, it wasn't too easy and there're some gaps."
Jimin hummed, stirring his coffee with the straw.. "Well, Taehyungie and his wife live nearby."
"You mean Cassandra?"
"Oh, you even got her name! Impressive!"
"Aish, stop with the sarcasm! Of course I know all your associates! I hunted you guys for years after all." Seokjin rolled his eyes before adding with a smirk, "And I was pretty good at it."
Jimin couldn't stop laughing, finding it always amusing how his opponent reacted when getting upset. "Never doubted your skills."
"So the two live nearby."
He nodded. "Yeah, she works at a hospital here."
"And Yoongi?"
"Right now, he's at one of the temples in the mountains. Meditating, training or whatever," Jimin snorted, drinking the last bit of coffee. He always found it quite lame whenever Yoongi got in one of his 'monk moods' - as Jimin called them - every few years and just disappeared for awhile to disconnect from everything. But perhaps he was just a little envious of that skill, since he himself could never do it. "But knowing him, he'll be back in the city in a few weeks."
Seokjin hummed. The corners of his lips shaping a cocky smile. "Needless to ask where Arabella ended up, right?"
"Right," a grin tucking on Jimin's full lips. His glance falling down to his watch then. "I'm actually waiting here for her. She should come any minute now."
"To be honest," Seokjin began then with a light frown on his soft features, "I always knew you guys would retire some day. I just assumed it'd be along with me."
"Well, you know we aren't in our early twenties anymore and besides.. some priorities shifted with time."
Seokjin hummed. Understanding it in a way. After all, same applied to him by now. Still he couldn't help wondering what priorities had changed for Jimin and why.
A black Harley Davidson came to an abrupt halt in front of them then. Arabella taking her helmet off, her hair swaying as it fell over her shoulders.
"Bella-baby, you're late!"
"I said around six, not exactly. Not my fault you came here too early," she huffed. Her eyes widening when spotting the man next to him. "Pops, you here?"
She was actually quite happy to see Seokjin again, having kind of missed him - as weird as it sounded. She had been so used of having him always on their back, it was weird it wasn't the case anymore.
Seokjin, however, didn't seem as pleased. The old nickname cuasing him to roll his eyes. "Seriously, when will you guys ever quit calling me 'pops'?"
"Probably never, it's your nickname for a reason after all."
He laughed under his breath. "You never told me the reason though."
Arabella and Jimin exchanged a look, giggling. "Isn't it obvious? You were always running after us and scolding us. Like a dad."
"And you're older than us, so it fit."
He was speechless for a moment. In a way that stupid nickname that he had secretly grown fond of, made sense. It was even somehow cute, in a very weird and twisted way. He coughed then, feeling his ears becoming red. "I've got to go now," he announced and stood up, "Can't let Yong wait alone for too long. See you guys." He waved at them as he walked away. Only to shortly turn around then with a smirk. "Oh, but before I forget.. You don't coincidentally know anything about that stolen jade statue that is all over the local newpapers?"
Arabella and Jimin looked at each other, before giving him an innocent shrug. Shaking their heads. "No, why would we? We're retired now, remember?"
"Right. Right," Seokjin let out a loud laugh. Not being convinced at all. "Well, see you then."
As he disappeared around the corner, a frowned settled on Arabella's features. "He didn't buy it, did he?"
"So what?" Jimin shrugged and picked up his book, shoving it inside his jacket. "He can't do anything about it as long as we don't leave the country."
They might've officially retired a few months ago, but that didn't mean they'd be dead. After all they'd never be the kind to be content with a 'normal' life. Even if there was no one to hunt them anymore, neither from interpol nor from any organization - Namjoon and Hoseok having liquidated 'owl inc' and its branches only a year ago - they still wanted to keep the excitement, thrill and fun. Just in smaller portions here and there.
"Anyway, let's go."
Arabella tossed him the second helmet before putting her own on and he got on the bike behind her. His arms wrapping around her waist, purposely way too high to be closer to her boobs and she rolled her eyes. Already used to his attics.
She switched the ignition button on, her foot kicking up the kickstand. "By the way," he spoke up then, propping his chin on her shoulder with an arched brow as he curiously looked up to her. "Don't you think it'd be better not to drive the bike for now? You know, because of the.." His eyes pointed down at her belly before returning to her.
She kind of wanted to be annoyed at him for even suggesting this, but then again she understood his worries. She pecked his cheek. "When the bump starts showing, I will," she smiled and squeezed the clutch lever all the way to the grip. His arms tightening around her.
And they drove off.
THE END
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Chapter 16: Worth It || KTH
(banner by @itaeewon)
Title: What Was Hidden (Masterpost)
Rating: explicit, minors DNI pls
Genre: college!au, angst, eventual smut, strangers -> friends -> lovers -> idiots -> lovers
Pairings: Taehyung x female reader, MYG x OC
Summary: This is how it all starts: Taehyung is flunking Western Lit. You’re assigned to tutor him. His paper on Strindberg’s The Ghost Sonata could pass or fail him for the semester. As you and Taehyung slowly become friends, then more, you learn that there’s a lot more to him than you originally assumed. Together, you navigate your own experiences with the play’s themes: one’s “true self” versus one’s “shown self”, darkness behind the facade, and how people can be quite literally haunted - and it has nothing to do with ghosts.
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In which things finally come together.
Chapter Warnings: language, drinking, kissing, explicit sex including: breast play, fingering, unprotected sex with bc (this is fiction, your life is not), penetrative sex, bossy/dom-ish!tae but oc gives it right back, a teeeeeny little bit of dirty talk, one use of “good girl” oops, also the fic is over :(
Word Count: 4.5k
I saw the sun and thought I saw
what was hidden
The Ghost Sonata | Scene III
August Strindberg
Chapter 16: Worth It
Sunday, April 15th
When Taehyung drops you off at your dorm building the next morning, you go inside quickly but lean against a wall once you’re out of his view. You need a minute by yourself before you have to answer to your roommates.
Something’s different with you and Taehyung this time; something’s different than it was even before, when things were good.
“We don’t need to say or do or decide anything,” he had told you, the covers still bunched over his head. “Right now, I’m happy. Let’s just be happy. There’s time for the rest later.”
You still feel like you’d both made some confessions last night, in the storm, wordlessly. You can’t shake the feeling that you’d somehow laid yourself bare, that you had no secrets left.
Maybe that’s what needed to happen.
You don’t know.
There’s time for that later. At least, that’s what Taehyung thinks.
When you slink into your dorm, half praying that everyone is asleep, you find both girls sitting on Kiko’s bed together, looking at you solemnly.
“That was extremely uncool of you,” Bridget says sternly, at the same time that Kiko says, “Are you okay?”
They look at each other in accusation; the united front seems to have crumbled into mixed messages.
“I’m sorry I made you worry,” you say. You sit on your own bed, pick up a pillow and hug it to your chest like armor. “That was just… a lot.”
“You know Davis is full of shit, right?” Bridget asks. She looks at Kiko for back-up. Kiko nods vehemently. “Like, he’s just bitter and lashing out because that’s easier than facing the fact that he knows what he did to you was fucked up. He’s deflecting.”
You give her a flat stare. “The Psych classes are going good, huh?” you ask.
She rolls her eyes at you. “I want to hear you say that you know he’s wrong.”
You can’t do that, not if you’re being fully truthful. Maybe, with time. Maybe, with him, if you ever manage to salvage things completely. But you want to be off the hook, you want to move the conversation on, so you say, “I know he’s wrong.”
Kiko says, very businesslike, “I would like you to know that Davis took that punch like a bitch and boo-hooed like an infant afterwards.”
“He hit the ground like a sack of potatoes,” Bridget agrees.
“That warms my fucking heart,” you tell her. “God. Taehyung’s my hero. I wish someone had filmed it.”
“You really owe him,” Bridget agrees. “He was like, how dare you insult the love of my life, BAM!”
“He didn’t say that,” Kiko corrects quickly, before you can get any ideas.
“I don’t think I owe him anymore after last night,” you say coyly, fighting both a smirk and a blush.
Bridget screams. “Again?”
You laugh. “What do you mean again? The last time was almost a month ago! That was St. Patrick’s Day!”
When the girls are done interrogating you, you take a hot shower and get back in bed, needing a few hours to sleep. As you’re lazily scrolling through social media, getting comfy, you notice something with a jolt – Taehyung’s posts are back on your feed.
Tuesday, April 17th
[8:42 AM] Taehyung: good morning 🙃
[8:42 AM] You: lol yes???
[8:44 AM] Taehyung: i have a proposition
[8:45 AM] You: i’m intrigued. hit me.
[8:46 AM] You: i mean, don’t HIT me, wanted to clarify since apparently u hit ppl sometimes
[8:47 AM] Taehyung: ……..
[8:47 AM] Taehyung: wow.
[8:48 AM] Taehyung: i am reconsidering my offer
[8:48 AM] You: lmao ok im sry
[8:49 AM] You: whats the offer
[8:50 AM] Taehyung: skip ur morning class and go get a waffle w me
–
Across the table, Taehyung hums happily as he pours syrup over his fluffy, steaming waffle. You stir your coffee absently while you wait for your turn.
“So…” you say, feeling a little awkward. “What’s the reason for the impromptu waffle outing?”
“Sometimes the craving just gets too strong,” he says seriously.
You level him with a look.
He laughs. “Okay, okay,” he says. “I thought… probably we should talk. I don’t want this to turn into a thing where we… y’know, do what we did over the weekend, but we aren’t even speaking. I don’t want that.”
“I don’t either,” you admit.
“So, let’s talk then,” he says, like it’s so easy. “How have you been?”
You have two choices. You can hide your feelings, play it off, keep him at arm’s length the way you had been.
Or… you can open up, tell him the truth, and maybe start forging a new way forward.
“Honestly?” you say. “It’s been kind of lonely. I lost you and Nina in the same week.”
He grimaces. “I’m sorry that went down with her. I know we… never got the chance to talk about it.”
You’re hit with another pang of guilt over how you treated him the night you found out about Nina.
“I’m really sorry about that night,” you whisper, eyes on the table. “I lost it, I wasn’t even myself. You didn’t deserve any of that.”
“Thanks,” he says softly, like maybe he actually forgives you. “It was already a super fucked up situation, I can’t imagine adding on top that your best friend chose not to spare you any of it. Damn.” He shakes his head in disbelief.
The reminder stings. “Chose not to spare me, chose to let it continue, chose to keep me looking fucking stupid -.”
“You’re not stupid,” he murmurs. Then, he asks, “Did you talk to her about it?”
“Yeah,” you say. ���She just doubled down. She doesn’t think she made the wrong choice and I just… don’t care enough to try and make her think otherwise.”
You could end it there, move the conversation along. But it suddenly feels important that Taehyung knows the things you’ve been thinking about, the things you’ve chosen to work on.
“She said some stuff to me that’s really been on my mind,” you tell him. “In a weird way, it kind of put things into perspective for me.”
He waits, listening.
“She kind of said that I keep everybody out. Like, she’s been my best friend since elementary school and she literally told me she feels like she doesn’t know me. She said I did it to… him, and she suggested that I did it to you, too.”
A long silence stretches between you.
“I don’t think you kept me out,” Taehyung says thoughtfully.
Hope blooms inside you - that maybe you’re not as fucked up as you felt, that maybe things between you two could be okay.
“You don’t?” you ask.
“I mean…” he laughs a little. “I think you wanted to. I think that was the whole problem. But despite how hard you tried… I still think you let me in.”
Neither of you speak for a minute.
“I’m glad… that I didn’t make you feel like that. It’s still something I’m going to keep working on.”
He gives you an understanding look. “I never felt like I didn’t know you. I knew you, even at the worst parts.”
Maybe it’s crossing a line, maybe you shouldn’t do it. But you reach across the table and take his fingers in yours, bruised knuckles and all.
He gives your hand a squeeze.
Saturday, April 21st
The weather finally seems to settle into spring, and the weekend boasts temperatures that give you a tiny tease of summer days. To celebrate being able to exist pleasantly outside, Seokjin and the guys throw together a last-second cook-out.
Taehyung asks if you’ll go, so you do. Simple.
You girls walk over midafternoon. You revel in it, being able to walk to the guys’ house in flip-flops, instead of bundled into a winter coat. You can’t believe you used to walk to and from the house at night during the winter. It’s a wonder no one ended up with pneumonia.
Everyone’s in the backyard when you get there. Well, almost everybody. You do a quick headcount.
“Where’s Seokjin?” you ask.
“He had to pick something up,” Taehyung tells you. He’s playing horseshoes with Jungkook at the edge of the yard. It appears, at a glance, that Jungkook is winning and Taehyung is endangering people’s lives.
You and Kiko and Bridget head to the cooler by a picnic table and dig around through the beer selection. Yoongi seems to be getting the grill going, and Kiko floats that way to talk to him. Jimin comes over to the picnic table and sets up a bluetooth speaker, getting some music playing.
You and Bridget lay back in the grass - a safe distance from the horseshoe pits - vibing and chatting. Namjoon and Hoseok, along with a few people you haven’t met before, sit around near the picnic table, some in folding chairs, some on the grass. Jimin flits around, setting up, coming in and out of the house with bowls of chips.
“Why is no one helping him?” you ask. Bridget shrugs. You struggle to your feet and head up to the kitchen.
“Hey, need help?” you ask.
Jimin thinks, one hand on his hip. “I think I’m just done for now, until close to when the meat is cooked,” he thinks out loud. “You want to grab this case of soda? I’ll take one too and we can add them to the cooler.”
“No problem,” you tell him, doing as asked.
As you bend over the cooler next to Jimin, you hear a car door shut out front. A minute later, Seokjin comes around the side of the house, a pretty girl in a sundress trailing behind him.
“Hey,” he says, pausing by the big cluster of people in lawn chairs. “Everyone, this is Valeria. Valeria, everyone.”
“Oh, my God,” Taehyung says, dropping his horseshoe and coming closer. “Is she the coffee shop girl?”
“The one you never talked to?” Jimin adds.
Valeria flushes pink.
“I told you we talk!” Seokjin insists.
“Wow. How long has this been a thing?” you ask.
They look at each other, the way new couples do when they need to get their timeline straight.
“A few weeks?” Valeria guesses, and Seokjin nods his agreement.
The afternoon passes easily, especially once Yoongi is done grilling and you can all eat. But as the meal winds down, you all realize something alarming: you’re out of beer.
“Poor planning,” Yoongi chides teasingly. Jin elbows him in the ribs.
“I’ll go,” Taehyung offers. “I only had the one, and it was a while ago. What do we want, the same kind?”
You catch his eye and quirk an eyebrow at him. He makes a hey, why not face and shrugs. You get to your feet, silent conversation complete, and amble over to his side.
Once the beer decision is made, Taehyung heads around the side of the house, fishing in his pocket for his car keys. You follow him, and for a second he’s silhouetted by the low-hanging sun, just an outline of the boy who sees you, knows you, loves you. He has given you so much openness, and honesty, left himself vulnerable for the pain you could bring even after you’d tried to warn him, even after you’d done it.
You could go your whole life and never pay him back what you owe him for that. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try.
You wander through the store by his side, help carry a box back to the car. After he parks the car and starts heading for the front door, you call him back.
He turns, and you set the beer you were carrying down on the ground, walking up to him. He must see something in your face - determination, maybe, intent - so he does the same, watching you expectantly.
“Taehyung… back in January when we were talking and you were telling me how you felt… I know you thought I wasn’t there.” Your breath catches, the confession stuck on your tongue. Taehyung looks at you openly, ready to hear you out. The breeze ruffles his wavy hair and he reaches up to move his bangs out of his eyes, not taking his gaze from you. Your shoulders sag a little with your next words - “But of course I was. Of course I loved you.”
His eyes widen, just slightly, his spine straightening. You push on, knowing it’s important, knowing he deserves to hear it.
“I just didn’t want to end up heartbroken again, didn’t want to spend my days trying to pretend I wasn’t hurting, didn’t want to be running into you on campus and feeling the need to avoid you…”
“And we ended up there anyway,” he says quietly.
You open your hands, agreeing. “We ended up there anyway. So what fucking good did it do? What did I push you away for?”
Taehyung is looking at you with a funny look on his face, like he’s figured something out. “You said loved,” he says, tone somewhere between suspicion and accusation.
“What?”
“You said of course you loved me.”
“Don’t,” you say. “Don’t do that.”
“You loved me?”
“Taehyung.”
“So, what, did you stop?” he asks. His voice breaks on the last word.
“Taehyung,” you say again.
“What?” he snaps, but he’s not mad, he’s coming closer, pulling you into his arms.
“Don’t,” you whisper.
He places a hand on your heart, feels it racing beneath his touch. “Why are you so scared?” he asks you in a whisper.
“You know why,” you say flatly.
“What’s the worst that can happen?” he challenges.
“You know that too,” you protest.
You’re both silent for a minute. Taehyung lets go of you and starts to reach for his case of beer, something resigned settling in on his face.
“Wait,” you say quickly. You already fucked this up once; you can’t play these games if you want to keep him. And you do, you really do.
“I don’t know why you’re giving me such a hard time about it,” you tell him, letting a little pout into your voice. “You know already.”
He raises one eyebrow. “What do I know, exactly?”
You shake your head. “That I love you. That I’ve loved you since Strindberg.”
Taehyung’s smile is lightning quick. He clutches his chest dramatically, closing his eyes as if in pain. “Since Strindberg!” he echoes.
“Taehyung!” you scold, but you’re laughing at his antics. “Could you not tease me right now?”
He laughs, then leans down to kiss you sweetly.
“Come on,” he says, once he’s let you go. He reaches down to pick up the case of beer he’d brought, and you follow him into the house. He goes straight through to the back deck, placing the box down. “Beer delivery!” he calls. Everyone out in the yard pretends to cheer.
You start to head towards the wooden steps, but Taehyung tugs you back. He turns you gently, hands finding your waist.
“Say it again,” he breathes, snaking his arms around your waist.
You cock an eyebrow at him. “Say what?”
“Baby,” he whines, pouting. Oh. His giveaway.
You kiss his lips sweetly, lightly, just barely. “I love you, Taehyung,” you whisper against his mouth.
His lips quirk into a lopsided smile. “Let’s go inside.”
You look down at the yard full of people - your friends. “Won’t we be missed?”
He smirks at you. “We’ll be back soon.”
“My heart just went pitter-pat,” you deadpan, and he laughs.
“If you’re actually with me now, I guess you better get used to that,” he teases as you head through the kitchen and into the living room. You expect him to lead you upstairs, but he heads for the basement steps instead.
At the bottom, he pauses, tapping on his phone. You lean over his arm. He’s sent a groupchat a message that reads, “no one come downstairs pls 🙃”. Your eyebrows raise.
“Does that actually work?” you ask. He’s already received back two thumbs-up emojis, and someone is typing.
He looks at you, incredulous. “Of course it does! It’s bro code! We very much do not want to see each other in action, I promise you.”
He sits you on the edge of the table that’s usually reserved for beer pong. Thankfully, they seem to clean it off pretty well, and it’s not sticky beneath you.
He tugs you to the edge of the table, snug between your legs and leans you backwards with a kiss. You hold yourself up with one hand, play with the hair at the nape of his neck with the other.
“You look cute in these,” he murmurs, smoothing a hand down the tops of your thighs, indicating the white capris you wore for the cook-out. “Summery.”
“Thank you,” you smile.
“Let’s get rid of them,” he says, and you laugh again.
“You’re smooth today,” you tell him.
“Let me show you how smooth,” he says with a smirk. He gives your legs another insistent tug, getting himself well and truly snug against you, pressing his hips against yours insistently as he kisses you again.
You hold the back of his neck, your other hand tugging on the hem of his shirt, trying to gather up the material so you can pull it off. But Taehyung makes an unhappy noise in his throat and you freeze, leaning back to look at him.
“What’s wrong?” you ask.
He rests his forehead on yours and lets out a frustrated huff. “You’re going to make fun of me,” he tells you.
This makes you giggle in advance. “Okay, consider me warned.”
“I really wanted to do this here,” he says, one hand flat on the table. “But now you’ve got me all… gooey.”
“Gooey?” you repeat, another giggle bubbling up.
He cuts his eyes at you, but his lips twitch. “Now I want to lay down with you,” he pouts. He’s so fucking adorable.
“Well,” you say breezily, “let’s go upstairs, then.”
“Okay,” he says, happy, and lifts you right off the table. You squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck, clinging to him like a spider monkey.
Laughing, he heads for the steps.
“Be careful!” you tell him, as he makes his way up from the basement. He sets you down on the landing so you can go the rest of the way like normal people, which you do, still giggling.
Upstairs, you both undress in a hurry, and then Taehyung does as promised - stretches his bare body along yours, captures your mouth in a kiss, runs his hands up and down your body. His touch is reverent, glorifying. You shiver and prickle in wake of his ghosting fingertips, your body warming and loosening with his touch.
“I love your body,” he whispers, “just in case I haven’t made that very evident.”
“Medium-evident,” you murmur, gripping his back to pull yourself as flush against him as you can.
He makes an appreciative noise in his throat; over your continuation of one of his goofy jokes or the pressure of your body against his, you’re not sure. Maybe both. Taehyung is the type of guy who can multitask.
“Let me make it more evident then,” he says, rolling over a bit and running his hand down the flat of your belly before dipping between your thighs. He hums happily when he finds you ready.
He works you slowly, pumping first one and then two fingers in and out of you, listening to the hums and happy sighs you make. Half of you wants him to pick up the speed a little - this is the half that has you squirming to meet each movement, trying to force the issue on your own - but half of you is enjoying the sensation as he strokes, twists, and scissors his digits inside you. You lose it, moaning out loud, when he leans over and takes a nipple between his lips, his fingers continuing their slow and steady torture.
He suckles it for just a second, eliciting a low rumble from your chest, then begins switching between hard flicks and flat swipes of his tongue. You whine, squirming - he’s doing to your chest what you want him to do to your clit, and you want his fingers harder and faster and he seems determined to make you wait.
Suddenly, he worries the nub - gently, carefully - between his teeth and you squeal. The sensation is sharp and alarming but it’s also amazing, sending waves of warmth and excitement down your arms. He releases you, smiling, and whispers, “Shhh.”
“Tae,” you whine, practically complaining. You need more. He’s killing you.
He ignores this, switching sides to give your other nipple some attention. You close your eyes, groaning - both in frustration and pleasure. He still hasn’t touched your clit and it’s throbbing in need of friction. Then he’s speaking to you, mouth still so close to your nipple that each syllable sends more jolts down your spine as his lips and teeth continue to tease.
“Can you take three?” he asks, thumb finally - finally - nestling next to your clit and starting slow, patient circles.
You groan in answer, in relief, in delight. You can barely keep your eyes open against the onslaught on sensations.
“Answer me,” he says firmly, voice still low, not quite the growl you can’t wait for him to employ. Fuck, you love when he’s bossy in bed.
“Yes, I can take it,” you murmur. You let out an open-mouthed, guttural sound as he adds a third finger, the stretch both stinging and divine.
“Good girl,” he tells you on a breath, less than a whisper. You can hear as well as feel your body react to this, his movements suddenly squelching profanely, and it makes you almost laugh. He snuffs the laugh like the flame of a match when he continues, whispering, “Have to get you really ready. I’m not taking it easy on you today.”
“God,” you groan. “Fuck, yes. Please, Taehyung, I’m ready, I promise -.”
You’re babbling, desperate. You’re aware, somewhat absently, that you haven’t even touched him yet, but you can feel him hot and hard against your leg, his tip leaking just enough that you can feel the wet little circle on your skin where it’s resting.
“Mmm,” he considers, pressing a kiss to the underside of your jaw. Your mouth opens in a silent gasp as his three fingers plunge into you again. “Was gonna make you wait more, but if you’re gonna beg so nice, I just might have to give you what you want.”
“I’m about four seconds from flipping you over and sitting on it,” you growl, suddenly out of patience. “Please.”
His dick jumps against your leg at this, and he laughs once at his own reaction. “Fuck, I’d like that,” he admits.
“Hurry up,” you tell him sternly. Now who’s being bossy?
He laughs again, quietly, but he’s shifting. “You’re so hot,” he tells you, as he removes his fingers slowly, reaching sideways to wipe them off on the sheets. “I fucking love it.” He rolls over top of you, leaning up to kiss you again. His tongue strokes and circles yours as he grinds against the slick mess between your legs. You both moan at the contact, the sound swallowed by the kiss. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth and worry it with your teeth. You feel his breath hitch, watch his eyes flutter closed.
Then, no warning, he’s pressing your legs together, guiding your knees to one side, and pushing inside you, bottoming out.
“Jesus,” he moans. “It’s so good every time - I always manage to forget how good -.” And then he’s setting a sharp, quick pace.
“Yes, god,” you echo, practically delirious with need, your entire body alight and singing as it finally gets what it wants.
He can only do this for so long before he’s nudging the knee he had pushed to the side and opening your legs again, settling between them, leaning up your body to kiss you again. He begins pistoning into you and you clutch him tightly, letting your nails graze the tight skin across his shoulder blades. He groans into your neck at the sensation, hips smacking flat into yours with each thrust.
“Tae - ah, shit -,” you cry, back arching under his touch. You reach up for his face, laying a palm against his cheek, thumb stroking his jaw. He leans into the touch, turning his face slightly to kiss your fingers. You hook your heels behind his thighs, trying to drive him in deeper, trying to take him closer. Your eyes roll back and your fingers scrabble at the sheets, trying to find something to hold. You’re close, you’re so close, you can feel the simmer, something just needs to tip you over the edge -
“Fuck,” he growls, lowering himself so his face is next to yours. “Gonna come for me?” That’s all it takes - you’re whining deep in your throat, eyes squeezed shut, pulsing and clenching around him, fists tight and toes curling. As it fades and your muscles relax again, you can tell he’s close - his rhythm starting to jump a little, his breathing growing labored. “Christ. Baby.”
He comes quietly this time, his breath hissing between his teeth, his forehead pressing hard into your neck as his hips slow, then still completely.
He slips out of you but wraps his arms around you so you can’t roll away. Face still buried in your neck, he whispers, “Shit, you’re amazing.”
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Later, after you’ve rebrushed your hair, gotten dressed, and rejoined the group out back, you and Taehyung stand together on the deck overlooking the yard. Seokjin is in a camping chair, Valeria perched on his lap, her head thrown back in laughter at something Bridget is saying. Yoongi and Kiko sit on the grass nearby, both cross-legged, heads bent together as they talk. Jungkook, Jimin, and Hoseok stand in a lopsided triangle, throwing a frisbee around. Namjoon busies himself at the cooler, digging around the bottom for whatever he’s looking for.
You feel so full of love for all of them, even the ones you don’t know well like Namjoon, even the ones you’ve just met, like Valeria. You feel peace, belonging. It’s the first time in a while.
“So,” Taehyung says, looking down at you sideways. “Are we doing this? You’re gonna be my girl, for real?”
You decide to tease him a little. “Only if you say it back,” you say, letting your lips pout just a bit. “You didn’t, before.”
He laughs. “Okay,” he says. “Watch and see how easy this is.” He turns to face you, his eyes on yours, twinkling. “I love you, Y/N. I love you so much it makes me stupid. I love you, and I think you’re so fucking smart, and so fucking beautiful, and so fucking worth it. For the record.”
You don’t even care that everyone in the yard can see you. You get on your tippy-toes and shut him up with a kiss before he can say anything else and ruin the most perfect thing he’s ever said in his life. His arms come around you and he bends you backwards just a touch.
So fucking worth it.
You know he is worth it - worth every risk, worth every hurt, worth every effort; you know you’ll try for as long as you're able to never let him wonder for a single second if it’s true.
It's ovaaaa!
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I am not lying
soobin x reader
synopsis: Years of unrequited love and this is the moment it all ends, one way or another... you refuse to have it any other way.
word count: 2.6k
genre/contains: friends to lovers, angsty yn, alcohol consumption, drunk reader, kissing, feelings, shouting, New Year’s party setting
a/n: So, this is partially a continuation of the first ever fic I wrote and so I thought it fitting to end the year by posting this. Hopefully, my writing has evolved into something at least a bit better than half a year ago!! And happy New Years!
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part one - I am not hiking
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Once more the holiday season came and went. Yet another year went by in the blink of an eye. And somehow you were still right where you had started the year, actually every year since you had met Soobin if you were being honest.
Tragic. That’s what you were, that’s what you felt, that’s what it was, you realized.
It was tragic, and not the tragically beautiful that so many moving romances have been throughout history, just a sad kind of tragic. The type where you look at the person and shake your head at how pathetic they look, still pining after the person they love after years of having it be unrequited.
You were sitting alone, occupying a corner away from the people chatting away in the rest of the house and enjoying the New Year’s Eve party you were attending. It was snowing outside and you were watching the ice rainfall in the light of the streetlights through the window facing the street outside, your eyes following as the tragic little flakes descended to the dark ground.
“Life’s rough, I know little snowflakes,” you cried out in a whiny tone towards the dark window.
Currently, you were also downing your fifth (or maybe eighth) drink for the evening and you were finally beginning to forget some of your troubles. This usually wasn’t something you did, but this New Year’s eve you needed it so as to not betray yourself. This year things would change. No more pining over him, not another year of getting your hopes up only to have that hope crushed over and over again. You were done, and you needed to have something to hold your hand as you entered this new year with enough force to actually manage to do what you were promising yourself.
You would get over him, even if it meant being completely wasted as the fireworks went off and having Yeonjun drag you home to get you into bed without becoming a popsicle in the snow somewhere.
At least he would be there for you when you were crying over something that never even was. You had never actually told him about how you felt for your friend, but he knew. Somehow he’d always known and you didn’t know if it was better or worse that he had seen you pine after the man without getting anything in return for years. Everything about this whole thing was just so embarrassing, you thought as you remembered every instance where you had made a complete fool of yourself only to be heartbroken time and time again.
You were in the middle of wallowing, sipping on your drink, tears threatening to well out of your eyes as you let the snow hypnotize you while pitying yourself when you felt a soft bump hit your knee.
Who is disturbing my pity party? was what went through your mind as you tried to pull back the tears in the corner of your eyes and prepared yourself to try and have a somewhat normal interaction with whoever was trying to reach through your gloomy mood.
Of course, when you looked up you saw the one person you had wished to the heavens wouldn’t come to find you tonight. Couldn’t he have just bothered someone else with his beautiful fucking face and sweet conversations?
It’s so unfair! you thought as you looked at him maneuver around you. How am I supposed to get over you tonight when you come here looking like that with your fucking hair pushed back too!! My weakness!!!
You wanted to scream, shout, cry, and throw the biggest tantrum ever seen by presumably anyone in the room.
“What’s up, why are you staring at the snow?” Soobin asked as he sat down next to you in your corner of sadness and solitude.
“I’m just staring at it falling to the ground, dying over and over again, freezing and falling and blowing through the dark night.” you sighed, melancholia filling your entire being.
It was nonsense, but you didn’t even care, your voice was already telling him just how drunk you were and the words and the way you moved your entire body like a marionette puppet trying to control its limbs only told him that it was time to call in the boys and intervene before you passed out. He looked over, searching the room for someone to wave over, but when his gaze landed back on your sullen face his expression softened and he simply sighed.
“Just how much have you had to drink tonight?” he questioned, his gaze soft and understanding as he watched you try and remember what drink you were on. But it was only making you feel suffocated. You didn’t want him to be there right now, not when you were feeling just as hopeless as the snow that landed on the wet ground and dissolved into nothing in the blink of an eye.
“Don’t fucking look at me like that,” you muttered, shocking Soobin who flinched at your hard tone and your harsh words. He didn’t understand, and he didn’t know how to respond either, so he just looked at you, meeting your hardened gaze.
“Are you okay? Did something.. did anything happen?” he finally managed to say while he searched your face for any answers as to why you were acting like you were.
You couldn’t help but laugh at his question, “Did something happen? Well no, I guess nothing happened, nothing at all, for years. Nothing.”
Soobin’s brows knitted together, more confused now than before. Meanwhile, you were beginning to face reality, a sort of drunken clarity filling you and making you see what you had been avoiding all this time. Maybe it’s time to just get it out and over with, maybe that will make it go away, you thought as you drew in a deep breath.
“I liked you,” you said, plain and clear, making Soobin’s confused expression drop from his face in a second.
You chuckled like someone who has absolutely nothing left to lose in life before you began speaking again, Soobins full attention on you, needing more from you. An explanation, an apology, a laugh telling him it was all a cruel joke, literally anything. His eyes were panicked and pleading for you to say something.
“I have loved you for years and this is the year where it stops, no more pining after you,” you began and looked straight at him, the liquid courage apparently working even better than you had expected. “No more of me looking at you not seeing me loving you, and absolutely no more of these fucking butterflies that I feel anytime I think something might change. Because of course they never will! They were never going to! I was just too fucking delusional and in love with you to realize that I never had a chance in hell!” you rambled, slurring your words every so often and revealing just how much you had been drinking for you to be outing your feelings like this.
Soobin was staring at you, his jaw on the floor and eyes wide and unresponsive, he was in complete shock over your sudden announcement and his mind was running at a thousand miles per hour.
Now you sat there in silence. Waiting for what felt like hours.
“What the fuck do you mean?!” he finally exclaimed, snapping you out of your own head, making you realize what you had actually just confessed and it wasn’t something you had imagined, but it didn’t even matter. It was honestly better that he knew since you would most likely be in one hell of a state for the coming weeks while you tried to keep this New Year’s promise of yours.
“I have loved you for literal years, what do you mean you love me too?!” he finally continued, his words sinking in slowly and shaking you to the core as you understood what he was telling you. You rose from your slouching position in shock.
“YOU have loved ME for years? I have loved YOU for years!” you shouted, making a couple of heads turn your way, luckily the music was at a volume where it was impossible to hear too much of anyone’s conversations, even if they were being shouted. Hence, the heads soon turned back around without a second thought as to why you two were loosing your minds in the corner of the bustling party.
But then a thought hit you, he was playing with you. You didn’t know why, but you were absolutely convinced and your critical thinking skills were currently on vacation and there was nobody but the man in front of you there to argue against the whispers in your head telling you that he was lying to you. Trying to trick you because there’s no way he could’ve loved you back this entire time.
“You’re lying, that’s not possible. You never said anything, you never even did anything when I was giving you all the signs to do something, anything at all! So no, I don’t believe you.”
He scoffed, “I am not lying. How could you think I would lie about something like this to you?”
“So why? Why did you never do anything? Why did you never tell me?” you questioned him, your entire demeanor rather aggressive and accusing.
“What about you? You never did or said anything either,” he retorted, his own tone much less accusing and more giving you a sense of exhaustion.
“I didn’t want to ruin our whole friendship, and you literally said last year that you could never date a friend! So I just assumed that you weren’t lying back then either, but maybe you just lie all the time, good to know,” you said in one long breath and pursed your lips when you were done.
Your tone was incredibly salty, and the words almost felt like they were stinging your mouth as you accused him without restraint. You were getting increasingly pissed off at the whole situation, the alcohol in your blood not precisely helping you to rein in your emotions.
“What? I- Oh.”
You looked away from him, not able to keep eye contact with him as he realized what you were talking about, life slowly draining from his face as he understood what you had been thinking this entire time.
“I didn’t mean that. I mean I tried to mean it, at the time I was really trying to get over you since you literally never seemed to show any interest in me. But I didn’t… mean it.”
“You tried to get over me at the time? Then what? Did you just go an entire year after we almost kissed, knowing I was interested in you and you just never said anything at all?”
“No, I- I tried so many times, but…”
“But? But what?”
“But every time I just chickened out just as I was about to say something, because maybe I was wrong about what happened last New Year’s, and maybe I was imagining the looks and maybe you didn’t actually feel anything for me after all…”
“That day, this summer, when we were supposed to be hiking… You- did you know? Did you know how much I wanted you to tell me, to give me a sign that I wasn’t imagining the closeness, the intimacy?” you said with an exasperated and genuinely confounded expression.
“I didn’t think you felt it, but I- I wanted to say something but then it just wasn’t the moment. And afterward, you just ignored me for so long, I thought maybe you had felt uncomfortable and that you were avoiding me.”
You couldn’t ignore just how sad he looked as he confessed what he had been going through alongside you all this time. The rage suddenly just lifted off of you, maybe it was the sadness in his eyes, or maybe it was the realization that something was changing between you, but the rage you had felt was now just gone.
“I was mad at you for playing with my feelings, but I convinced myself you were just unaware of it, but I was still mad for some reason. I was never uncomfortable though, just… wanting.”
“Wanting,” he scoffed, “yeah, I know that feeling, It always feels like nothing you do matters because you will always just feel unsatisfied, never getting what you actually need.”
You chuckled, fuck, you had really been going through the same shit this entire time, neither of you brave enough to risk anything, neither of you brave enough to just fucking do something about it.
When you looked at his nervous expression, his hands clinging onto the glass in his hand and his eyes searching yours for a clue as to what you were thinking.
“So you… you love me?” you asked, a small smile playing at the corner of your mouth along with a glimmer in your eye as the melancholy and sadness left your mind, being replaced with something much more hopeful.
He laughed at your sudden shift in tone and expression, “I fucking love you, and I’m an idiot for not telling you sooner. I swear, if I had just done shit differently we wouldn’t have been going through all this, and we could’ve…”
His sentence was left unfinished as he stared back at you, the smile on your face growing bigger by the second.
“Yeah, we could’ve…” you continued.
“And what if I still…?” he asked
“What if I still do too?”
“We could…”
His smile was now matching yours, hope filling his expression just like yours.
“We…”
But you never finished your sentence, you never had the intention of trying, because you were now leaned over the cushions in between you, pressing your lips to his. Just before your lips met you looked into his eyes, and within you saw a flash of something indescribable before you felt his lips on yours; soft and plump and so incredibly perfect.
You continued kissing, his lips moving in perfect harmony with yours, your tongues sloppily caressing each other’s, and hands moving across your body in an intoxicating movement.
Time seemed to have stopped, but it simultaneously felt as if it was running away from you. All that wasted time of you two loving one another, separately, all that time was accumulating in this very moment.
You could loosely register a couple of “Oh my gods!” from where you had last spotted your friends along with a “Finally,” from Yeonjun. You were going to kick all of their asses… at some point… because right now, you were busy and there was no way you would let go of these lips anytime soon.
Time had been lost long ago when a sudden bang caught both of your attention. The fireworks had begun going off, the entire room was yelling out numbers in a countdown, the New Year was approaching and there you were, placed atop Soobin. You looked out at the fireworks filling the sky. What had once been this horrid and drab view where you sat and wallowed just a while ago, was now filled with sparks and shining colors covering everything within your view.
Both of you looked equally as surprised as to where the time had gone, but his puffy lips, tinted red from the kisses you had bestowed on them, made you smile widely. Your face lit up and his followed suit soon after, both of you smiling as you pressed a small kiss to his lips before placing your head against his.
“Happy new year…” you said and even though the rest of the room was screaming at the top of their lungs he answered you back even though there was no way either of you could’ve heard what the other was saying. You felt content knowing things were indeed changing this year, in unexpected ways, but changing nevertheless.
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Nothing Feels Better | myg
- min yoongi x reader; fluff (friends to lovers)
warnings: none
- word count: 1.4k+
- summary: who knew that all it would take for Yoongi to confess are some tulips and you wearing one of his t-shirts
-a/n: this simply was a spur of the moment, random drabble that came about lmao but i hope you enjoy! also this yoongi is inspired by long haired yoongi that we’ve been seeing lately (I LOVE HIS LONG HAIR SM OK) anyways I’ll edit tomorrow, so i apologize if there’s any typos. enjoy :)
also, i recommend listening to the song: “Nothing Feels Better” by pinks sweat$, it’s just such a fluffy song
inspired by the prompts:
“I just wanted to make sure you’re ok”
“is that my shirt?”
“You’re lucky you’re cute.” “Wait, you think I’m cute?”
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You sigh as you take off your shoes and drop your keys on your entrance table. Today was a long, exhausting day at work. You had it seemed, a thousand meetings, one of which didn’t go all too well. Your clients were being unnecessarily rude the whole hour of the meeting. On top of that, you barely ate today and you were just mentally and physically exhausted, your bones feeling so heavy.
You shuffle to your bedroom, stripping down only to your underwear, then make your way to the bathroom to shower. You need to wash the stress of today off your body, cleansing yourself. Luckily, it was Friday, so that means you have two days to recoup and relax. In fact, your best friend Yoongi, was supposed to come over tonight for pizza and movies, a weekly tradition between the two of you. However, earlier you asked to do a raincheck, stating that you weren’t feeling well.
He has a similar job to you, so he understands the pressure and stress that comes with it. You two met at work, both started at the same company, the one you’re still working for. You quickly became friends, and have been best friends ever since.
You were devastated when he decided to leave the firm, on to bigger and better things. Were you a little bitter he was leaving you? Yes, but you were also so so happy for him that he found a job that paid better and had better benefits and just overall, better. So, while you were still moping that he left, it’s been 2 months already, you were also so proud of him. It comforted you that his new job was secure, and right up his ally of what he wants to do long-term.
You were already texting Yoongi throughout the day, after every minor or significant inconvenience that plagued you, so he wasn’t overly surprised that you canceled on your pizza and movie night.
Stepping out of the shower, you feel much better. The stress of the day going down the drain along with your body wash. You even washed your hair, making you feel 10x cleaner than before. You quickly do your after-shower routine and slip into a comfy oversize t-shirt and some pajama shorts.
You’re just about to pour yourself a glass of wine when you hear your doorbell ring. That’s weird you think, I didn’t even order takeout yet.
You pad over to your door and look out the peephole, sighing in relief when you recognize the mop of hair standing in front of your door.
You open the door to see Yoongi softly smiling down at you, with a bouquet of flowers in his hands as well.
“You got me flowers?”
“Is that my shirt?”
You both ask at the same time, chuckling as you realize.
You let him answer first, prompting him with a raise of your eyebrows and a slight grin adorning your face.
He extends his hand out with the flowers, “Yeah, these are for you. Tulips are your favorite right?”
You smile and take the flowers, your cheeks warming and heart glowing at his kind gesture. He remembered my favorite flowers? How sweet. “Yeah, tulips are my favorite, thanks Yoongi. You didn’t have to.”
He waves his hand, “Yeah, yeah, I know. I just wanted to make sure that you’re ok.” His eyes rake over your face, looking for any sign that you’re still upset, still sad, hell, anything.
You smile softly at him, appreciating the gesture. “Well, again, thank you. Here, why don’t you come in so we’re not standing out in the hallway.” You slightly chuckle, stepping aside to let Yoongi in through the door.
You make your way over to the kitchen to find a vase for the tulips.
“Hey, you never answered my question.” You can feel the smirk that is on Yoongi’s face and your cheeks warm, still turned around from him as you remember what he asked you. You busy yourself with arranging the tulips in the vase.
“So, is that my shirt, y/n?” You turn to face him, and you were right. He’s smirking at you with his stupidly buff arms crossed over his chest, as he waits for your reply.
You bring the vase over to the island, and place it down. “And what if it is?” You look at him with a challenging stare, not backing down.
He continues to smile at you, before uncrossing his arms and placing them on the island counter, leaning towards you. The veins in his forearms are exaggerated by the kitchen light and you try not to let your stare waver, but c’mon it’s hard!
“You’re lucky you’re cute.”
Did Min Yoongi just call you cute? There’s no way. He’s never this flirty with you. This has you faltering, not sure what to say.
“Wait, you think I’m cute?”
He rolls his eyes, which you also think is hot. What is wrong with me? You focus your attention back on Yoongi.
“Oh, c’mon y/n, do you think I give everyone their favorite flowers after they’ve had a long day?” His question has you faltering again, not sure what to say as your best friend stands across from you, asking you questions that you never seem to be able to answer.
“Well, you are such a kind person, I wouldn’t put it past you.” Your answer has him rolling his eyes again, never being able to catch a break from you.
“Stop being ridiculous y/n, and come here.” Yoongi moves to sit at one of your barstools, as he waits for you to come to him.
Fireworks shoot down your spine at his tone, at his request that you come to him. So, you do just that, and make your way over to your best friend, sitting down at a bar stool next to him.
He takes one of your small hands in his, and looks up at you with nothing but honesty and sincerity in his dark eyes.
“Y/n, I’ve liked you for some time now, well actually loved you for some time now. I’m actually surprised you never caught on. But yeah, I’ve always been head over heels for you. You’re my best friend after all.” He lets out a small laugh after his confession, almost as if he can’t believe he did it, told you how he really feels. It’s not like this was his plan, to come over tonight and confess, it just sort of happened.
He looks at you as you take it all in- his confession, his hand in yours, his everything, him.
You’re looking down at your hands, and that’s when he notices a couple of tears streaming down your cheeks. You look up at him before he can say anything else, and smile. You smile at him, with tear-stained eyes, but he can tell you’re happy.
Your thumb starts to rub back and forth across his knuckles, and you squeeze his hand.
His other hand comes up to gently wipe the tears off your cheek, and wipe under your eyes. He then gently tucks your hair behind your ear and runs his fingers through your soft hair as he waits for you to reply. He gives you an encouraging smile as he does this, making your heart flutter.
You’ve realized that Yoongi is the epitome of comfort. Always lending out a hand for reassurance, making you feel safe and secure. That’s what he’s doing now as he lets you absorb everything from tonight. He comforts you in the ways he knows you need it, through soft touches and soothing words.
“Sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying.” You laugh lightly at how ridiculous you must look, but when you peer up at Yoongi, there’s no judgement in his eyes, only love.
He keeps running his hand through your hair, comforting you with his tender touches, waiting for you.
“I guess…I just love you so much, and I can’t believe you feel the same way.” You smile at him again, looking into his eyes, that hold so much love and adoration for you.
“Come here,” Yoongi softly says, and pulls you into his arms. He gently kisses you, and there’s a dull warmth that spreads across your body, and from your toes to the very top of your head, you feel warm, safe. He then pulls you further into him, into his embrace and hugs you tightly.
You don’t know how long you stay together, hugging each other, now as lovers instead of friends, but you do know, that nothing feels better than this.
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sweet confessions
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pairing: lee dokyeom x gn!reader
genre: fluff, friends to lovers
warnings: mentions of food?? kind of???
WC: 420 words
A/N: this is my first fic im posting on here i hope it's good..... pacing's a little off but enjoy!!!!!
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“hey. that’s way too much baking powder.” dk looks at you from the tablespoon of baking powder he was measuring out to add to the cake batter. even after years, he’s amazing at cooking but still a terrible baker.
“you’re too much baking powder,” he mutters and removes most of the baking powder before adding it to the dry ingredients.
you pick up a little flour from the bag and flick it at him, watching his head shoot up. a strand of hair falls on his forehead and makes your stomach flip.
dk’s eyes narrow at you and he braces himself on the table. “hey…” his warning is betrayed by the fondness in his tone.
this was your tradition: on sunday afternoons he’d come over and you’d make something together. you’d been attached at the hip in childhood and even now as adults you made every effort to stick together.
of course, he didn’t know you’d loved him for years. every moment with him felt like simultaneously breaking yourself apart and putting everything back together again, like a continuous animation that got more intense every time you looked at him.
you break from your thoughts as he flicks flour back at you, small clumps landing in your hair like snow. you shake most of it out before reaching for the bag again. dk appears by your side without you noticing and catches your hands before you manage to get any flour. “hey.”
“hi.” the air stills and the batter sits forgotten on the counter. all you can see is him.
he dusts a smear of flour from your face and your heart squeezes, same as it always has when he touched your face and looked at you like that.
“stop looking at me like that.”
his head tilts. “like what?”
“like…” like you want to kiss me.
you can’t make eye contact, not when he smiles at you like that.
“like what?” he asks again.
your heart thumps and the house is silent.
he steps closer, nearly trapping you. you’ve never been this close to him before, not like this. does he…
“please tell me if i’m seeing this the wrong way” he breathes and searches your face, looking for an inkling of doubt, a hint of no.
but he’s so close. he’s so close to you and he’s warm and his eyes shine when he looks at you and everything finally clicks.
“come here, you idiot,” you smile and pull him forward.
your foreheads bump lightly together. you feel him laugh softly into the kiss and pull him closer.
he’s yours.
#drops this and runs#IM SCARED#seventeen carat#seventeen#seventeen dk#dk#dokyeom#lee dokyeom#seokmin#lee seokmin#friends to lovers#f2l#one shot#oneshot#kpop#baking
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Paring: jeonghan x you
Requested: yes [Can you please write something angsty for prince DK? Or if this is too vague, what do you think about a bet au with Jeonghan?] [By anon]
Genre: angst, coworkers to lovers, fluff, fuckboy au, opposites au, bet au
Warning(s): misogyny, jeonghan is an asshole and so is seungcheol, [if you find more pls inform ]
Summary: Jeonghan had plans on never talking to the quite coworker they hired, but like doesn't always pan out the way we want to. But when you add money to the problem, plus both your feelings, you have the perfect recipe for disaster.
Word count: 5.2k
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disclaimer: this is not the exact representation of the subjects in real life. I just use them for my inspiration.
a/n: I request each and every one of you to comment on this fic don't be a silent reader it helps me as an author to understand my readers and i would love to communicate with all of you. Constructive criticism is always welcomed by me so do talk about this fic or send me an ask. Plus, if you loved it enough don't forget to reblog, it will help me reach a larger audience.
a/n 2: i hope it was what you wanted, thanks for the ask btw!
Everyone at the office knew that Jeonghan was a free spirit, he worked hard and partied even harder. He like living his life in the most happening way possible. Be it weekend trips, bike trips to the mountains or staying in the countryside for a week and working remote while enjoying the serenity that comes with it, he was down for anything.
Funnily enough he was referred to as the least energetic person in his friend group. So, one can imagine overzealous they normally were.
His work more often than not was impeccable, no one could fault him at all. The rising star of the corporate world they called him at the office. In his five years at the job the man had garnered more approval than anyone else.
He liked his life, and he would not trade it for anything else.
Now, unlike Jeonghan you resided on the other side of the spectrum. Your kind of life was pretty monotonous waking up before your alarm, making your bed, skipping meals, and surviving on coffee, reaching, and leaving work on the dot and crying while rewatching your favorite shows, was your kind of life. You like staying in during the weekends and cleaning up the mess you make in your living space during the weekdays and trying everything in your power to not upset your cat while doing so.
Its calm, chill, maybe a bit boring but it worked for you and brought you peace.
You were the newest recruit in your office and from the first day you captured the attention of most of your coworkers for your meticulous and polite words.
More often than not you refuse to talk to your coworkers ensuring that there stays a professional boundary between you all and if they would not catch onto your behavior, you would politely decline them.
Never that interested in networking, you refuse to talk to more people than you need to.
Jeonghan caught onto it pretty early, but why did it matter to him what you did, so like everyone else he went on his own way and simply chose to ignore you.
Ten months into your new job was when you first had a real conversation with the man. It was pretty late at night, both of you had to stay back for overtime. That was when you saw him struggling with his presentation for the next day’s meeting.
That day you broke the ‘no talking to my coworkers rule unless and until it’s very important’ rule.
“what’s the problem?” you politely asked the man.
“Oh, I am having slight problem with the numbers here,” the man replies looking visibly confused and surprised.
“If you want, I can help you out” you kindly stated as Jeonghan casually just turned his laptop towards you.
So, for the next one and half hours you both sat there and diligently worked on the presentation and by the end of it the material looked rather good and presentation worthy.
Looking extremely grateful the pretty man said, “I am so thankful you helped me out today, so why don’t I repay you by dropping you off at your house, it’s pretty late you know.”
Looking at your watch you politely replied, “no worries, plus if I rush a bit, I can catch the last bus home so please don’t bother.”
Jeonghan looked bummed at this, but he was obliged nonetheless as he knew you to be an introverted lady and he did not want to make you uncomfortable.
--
The next time you and Jeonghan had a conversation, was again at a night when you both were staying at the office over time. By this time, you have become pretty comfortable with each other, not enough to hold a conversation but enough to spare a quick nod and a smile while passing by each other’s cubicles.
He was done with the day’s work and was about to leave the office when he noticed you hunched over your laptop looking frustratingly at your screen which showed you an open excel sheet with infinite numbers.
Feeling like he owed you the help, Jeonghan strode towards you and calmly said “let me see.”
Jumping in shock you looked at him and replied, “oh no don’t bother I can figure it out you should go home it’s pretty late you know.”
Tsking at your reply he grabbed a chair to sit beside you while saying “it’s only fair, you helped me out so I should help you now.”
You let him, in actuality you needed that little help from him, the data entries were annoying you and you absolutely did not like it one bit.
Just like that time passed by again resulting in the clock to show that it was quarter past one by the time you both were done.
This time though Jeonghan shut down all your protests to go about his own way and your reluctance to inconvenience him with a simple “it’s pretty late and I won’t let you get followed by some creeps on the road plus the last bus is gone anyways so you are coming with me.”
On the way he stopped at a convenience store to get some dinner for you both and you devoured your ramen while chatting with him.
You both were pretty similar, in some cases for example you both had this extreme love for Legos that existed beyond measurable amounts, both of you loved your pets to death, albeit his was a rock and yours was a cat, but as he said “we don’t discriminate peoples pets here, they can have what they want to but given its legal and safe for the pet.”
On the other hand, Jeonghan liked you too, he was happy he could be the first one to break your shell to meet the real you and he was proud of this. It was close to an achievement for him.
--
“Han like this new chick in his office.”
Joshua loudly announced to the group of boys sprawled in his living room one evening. Jeonghan’s friends had come to his house to hang out and to get drunk out of their wits to forget the stress of the tedious weekend they had. They were all friends from college, now working jobs in the most contrasting industries ever like Seungcheol was the manager for their states football club and Soonyoung was a choreographer working with famous celebrities, Hansol on the other hand was the proud of a pet shelter and the one and only Joshua was an English history professor who most days worked overtime at the university. But at the end of the day, they were all the loud and obnoxious assholes he knew and loved from his younger days, and nothing could compare to that.
“Really you never told us about this one hyung?” Mingyu enquires.
“Nah she is just a new hire at the office, does not like talking to people at all. She is more antisocial than Wonwoo’s ass.”
“Really now, antisocial?” Seungcheol enquires, not missing Jeonghan’s defensive tone.
“Yes, Cheol antisocial, plus I don’t even know her enough,” the male says while rolling his eyes at his friends interest with you.
“Maybe you could talk to her and get her out of her shell, you are a pretty good mediator in our group I think you could do that,” pipes up the ever so benevolent Seokmin.
“Yes, you could,” Seungcheol joins him smirking a bit.
Now thoroughly annoyed Jeonghan exclaims “no I cannot. The only way someone can get that stuck up bitch out of her shell will be fucking her or something and I do not want to do so!”
“What if I pay you, will you do it then,” Seungcheol says still smirking.
“Do what?”
“Fuck her enough to get her out of her shell.”
The whole room goes silent at that statement.
“Hyung, I don’t think it’s right,” the youngest of them, Chan, suddenly speaks.
“Yes, its morally incorrect man,” Jeonghan agrees.
“I will pay you, plus life is pretty boring. This will give us something to talk about for at least the next year,” the oldest explains still smiling a bit.
“I agree with the others, its emotionally taxing and nothing good will come out of doing something like this man, plus what are we teenagers making bets about emotionally harming others?” Joshua says.
“Jeonghan, you do it and I will give you a thousand bucks,” the oldest says calmly. At the same time all the men in the room let out an exasperated sigh, knowing there is no winning with this stubborn man, while hoping silently that Jeonghan does not succumb to the greed.
But alas they were wrong, so wrong. An amount that lucrative will only be passed by a fool and Jeonghan was no such thing. He stood up from his place at the loveseat and confidently strode over to Seungcheol.
“You better keep your fucking word,” he says while shaking the older man’s hand.
While Seungcheol smiles and says, “you know what you complete the bet within the next six month I’ll give you a five thousand and if you don’t end up doing it, you gotta pay me pal.”
--
After that evening with his friends, Jeonghan was pretty stressed, because why should he not be? Making you sleep with him is hard enough, but making a situationship out of it sounds even harder. Now he thoroughly regrets accepting the bet.
You on the other hand are pretty happy and quiet as you often are. Very much unaware of his internal turmoil, as you keep talking excitedly about the new Lego death star you bought.
Yes, you and Jeonghan have bonded quite a bit these past few days, he likes spending time with you too, and so do you. It is a nice and comfortable friendship you both have built, and you like it.
“Why don’t you let me come to your place this weekend, and we can build the set together. We can get takeout later too,” he suddenly speaks up shocking you with such forward proposition.
“Well only if you want to though no pressure, it’s just that I really wanted to build the death star and was planning to buy it but like couldn’t make enough time to do –”
“Sure, you can come,” you speak up stopping his nervous rant.
“Are you sure?” Jeonghan asks just to make sure he heard it correctly.
“Yes, I am, it will be fun to build the Lego set together,” you say smiling.
“Yes, it would be, but like are you really sure,” he says again to make sure he is really not hard at hearing.
“Jeonghan if you ask me once again, I will take back what I just said.”
This makes him stop talking at all and he proceeds to show you his beautiful smile, making you feel a bit giddy inside.
“So, I will come this Saturday and we shall make the death star cuz we can,” he sings, making you bark out a laugh at him.
Little do you know you just poured a cool bucket of water on the burning flames on anxiety inside Jeonghan’s brain and he is extremely happy about that.
--
The next Saturday comes rolls in slowly, the tedious and boring week is over, and it is time for self-care and a lot of friendship building activities or that’s what you thought.
The man was mad and when you say mad you mean it. The Lego making only lasted for like two hours before he had hidden all the pieces of the part that you were making, resulting you to search for them all over the house. Moreover, after diligently searching and finding nothing, you had given up when he had produced all those pieces from his pockets shocking you to the core.
This little stunt had made you force him to pay for the takeout and when you were both fed and watered, he had proposed a game of chess. Only problem, you never knew one could cheat in this game too. He moved the pieces wrong.
Result. You both had the pettiest fight ever wherein the man with all his might tried to convince you that the rook was indeed supposed to move diagonally.
“You don’t understand, that is how the game is played. Are you sure you ever played this before?” he had asked.
“Hani you are wrong, please the rook never in its whole life moved diagonally, it always moved straight.”
“Maybe that is what your problem is, you are so uptight, you refuse to accept the differences in our opinions!”
“Oh, now I'm uptight, you are only being this difficult cuz you are losing!”
“I wouldn’t if you let me play the rook diagonally.”
“But that is not how it is played! Why don’t you—"
All your rants stop just like that, it took you at least five business days to actually realize that Jeonghan had kissed you. But once you got over that shock, you closed your eyes and moved your lips along with his.
Jeonghan, thoroughly exasperated by your intense argument, impulsively sought to quiet you by placing a soft, lingering kiss on your plump lips. Almost immediately, regret washed over him as he feared he had acted rashly at the worst possible moment. Mentally preparing to distance himself from you for the rest of your time together, he was taken aback when you reciprocated the kiss, instantly dissolving all his worries and leaving him pleasantly surprised.
You broke the kiss to take a breath, both looking visibly flustered.
“Do you want to stay the night, or do you want to go?” you asked him while looking at him with your sparkling eyes, making Jeonghan want to glue his ass to your house, but he being the gentleman he was declined the offer.
“I would really like to take you out on a date. As I really like you, so I won’t spoil my chances with you by staying tonight.”
To say you were surprised would be an understatement. You always thought of the man to be a Casanova, so the idea of him taking you on a date while simultaneously insinuating that he won’t take any harsh steps with you was a nice little change and you were all for it.
--
It was all smooth sailing after that.
Jeonghan took you to an amusement park for the date next Sunday and oh boy did you enjoy yourself to the fullest.
Both of you had the time of your lives. Making sure to go on every ride, play every game and eating every junk you found there. By the end of it you were visibly exhausted and elated with how the day went.
The following day you were visibly happier in the office and even had a small conversation with one of your coworkers.
This went on for the following month, with each and every date you opened up to Jeonghan more and more, and so did he.
He loved spending time with you and vice versa. It was during your regular Friday movie nights, a ritual you both had established as you both liked watching movies and bonded while talking about them, when Jeonghan absolutely bored with the movie scooted a bit too close to you in hopes of gaining your attention by annoying you, a typical Jeonghan move. When you both ended up making love on the couch.
This was only the start of a lot of escapades you would have with the man.
After that one night, Jeonghan was all over you at all times. Be it at the office or be it at home he was with you or texting you all the time. Your nights were now filled with heavy make outs and intense love making sessions.
Everybody at the office knew about you both. On top of that you were more extroverted than ever. You even went out with your coworkers for an office dinner. Somehow, Jeonghan was praised for the change he brought in you, and like his ‘kind’ self, he declined all those compliments with a gracious smile.
He didn’t like to say it out loud, but he liked your changed self, more than your reserved one. Plus, he also took credit for the change, but it’s not like he would tell you that anytime soon.
--
It was almost five months into dating Jeonghan, when he asked you to meet his friends. You knew he had a very loyal group of friends and you had never met them before. On the contrary Jeonghan had met your one and only best friend within only three months of dating. In the most best friend manner, the lady has hated his ass the whole-time side eyeing him constantly and leaving petty remarks here and there. But that night she had called you and told you something she didn’t ever say for any of your boyfriends “I can see he loves you a lot. For the first time you chose the correct guy.”
Getting your strict best friend to like Jeonghan was like clearing the first hurdle of your relation. For the first time, you were proud of your choice in men and especially your boyfriend.
“Oh, I would love to meet them, but would they like me,” you were rightfully concerned about the boys liking you. As much as you were independent, you would like to gain the approval of your boyfriend’s friends like any girlfriend.
“They are dorks through and through, they will love, don’t worry” he had said while kissing your forehead to calm you down.
“Plus, you will fit right in, they are nice people,” he later added.
--
That evening, Jeonghan had taken you to the Korean BBQ place downtown where they all were meeting. The night had started rocky but within an hour you were having fun with Mingyu and Seokmin, all worries forgotten. Jeonghan had looked at you with pride blooming in his chest with how happy you looked with his friends, enjoying yourself.
It seems that all the twelve of them had liked you a lot saying you were the perfect partner for Jeonghan, someone who could ground him at the same time let him be himself.
The BBQ party came to an end, but the boys still had a lot of energy, so they went to the karaoke next taking both you and Jeonghan with them. Although you were thoroughly exhausted, you had complied to go, seeing Jeonghan have so much fun was a sight you didn’t want to miss.
You had gone to the bathroom the first thing right after reaching the karaoke place, to wake you up and also to do your business. Seungkwan had accompanied you claiming, “all that soju and walking has made my bladder shake like never before!” it’s not a lie though, they did drink like it will be the last time they ever get to drink.
As you came out of the restroom, Seungkwan gave you a kind smile and said “I have never seen Jeonghan this happy before, not even with us. I'm sure he likes you a lot.”
Smiling at him you said, “I think I love him; I have not said that to him yet, but I really think I do.”
With a sassy ‘good for you’ from the one and only Boo, you both made your way to the room that your group had booked.
As you reached closer, you could hear all the boys talking to each other.
“I approve, she is an angel, she even consoled Soon when he cried” said one of them making you smile a bit. By this time Seungkwan had stopped with you too eavesdropping on his friends as he is as dramatic as one can be.
“She is nothing like what you described her to be you know, she is nice and kind and far from being stuck up,” someone else said.
“Nah she is not, that stuck up once you get to know her, contrary to that she is very cheery and I like her you know,” Jeonghan had replied making you feel extra giddy inside.
“Hey bro if you like her that much maybe we should call off the deal we made, I see how much you like her and if you ask me, I will say she is a keeper,” with this statement, a silence washed over the whole group. You looked at Seungkwan to understand what was happening, but the man refused to look at you still stubbornly pretending to listen to the conversation.
“I said I like her, not like her enough to let go of the five thousand you offered” you suddenly heard Jeonghan speak making you even more confused about the whole ordeal.
“I think you will regret it you let her go hyung,” Seokmin suddenly said with a very somber tone generating a lot of assertive noises from the group.
“She won’t bring me five thousand, plus I fucked her got into a relationship with her and made her the fun-loving bitch she is now. It was a tedious process, but I completed my work, so I deserve the money.”
It was hard hearing the man you loved so much make such a degrading comment. At this point you were shaking with emotions so much that even Seungkwan who refused to look at you during this whole time, had to hold you steady.
“Did you know about this,” you asked him.
The boy with his eyes downcast just nodded his head.
“I won’t even ask you why you didn’t tell me about it, I get it you are his friend makes sense.”
“Hey none of us wanted him to do anything like this, but your Jeonghan is unstoppable sometimes and about the wrong things.”
“I think I should get going, I’ve heard enough.”
“Hey y/n we like you a lot, so please stay in contact with us later, no matter what your verdict is,” the younger man pleaded with glistening eyes, making you almost accept the request out of pity.
You ignored everyone and strode into the room bustling with men, heading straight for the couch. Without hesitation, you grabbed your bag and, as you walked out, approached Jeonghan and delivered a firm slap to his face. "We're done," you declared before exiting the room without glancing at anyone else.
--
The minute you had left, Jeonghan felt his life crashing down on him. The looks of disapproval from his friends and the pure disappointment that radiated off you caught him off guard. He had thought he could get out of it with both the girl and the money, but suddenly he realized he didn’t even need the said money, he only needed you. The weight of his words came to haunt me as soon as he had spoken them.
He immediately attempted to follow you but was stopped by Seungkwan, “did you see her face, if you follow her now, she will resent you more. Not like you don’t deserve it, but you are still my friend.”
The tone of his voice showed how much he was upset with Jeonghan. So much so that the younger male could not even look at his face.
“You are my hyung, but you know what I like her more, never have I ever thought you would do something like this,” he continued, “I hope she never forgives you.”
Hearing that Jeonghan couldn’t control himself and punched Seungkwan and a fight broke out. The boys trying their best to resolve it.
“It’s already a mess, can you both stop making it worse!” Mingyu said as Seungkwan punched Jeonghan back square on the jaw.
“Tell that shit to not meddle in my business then” comes Jeonghan’s voice.
“Maybe if you didn’t break her heart I wouldn’t, she was a fucking nice person,” Seungkwan shouted back as Mingyu dragged him out.
The night was ruined, and it was all because of Jeonghan.
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That night you came home and cried your heart out ignoring all the calls from Jeonghan and the other boys, with whom you had exchanged numbers during the hangout. Thankfully, it was a Sunday the next day, so you didn’t have to look at the man who broke your heart, but it pained you so much to even move a muscle. It was like your heart was ripped out of your body. The pain was immeasurable.
There were at least a hundred missed calls on your phone and thirty of them from all of the boys. Your best friend come to your place that Sunday and tried her best to console a sad you, but nothing could stop you from beating yourself up for trusting a man like him. it’s true you loved him, and you regrated doing so, you didn’t blame Jeonghan for breaking your heart, you blamed yourself for being weak enough for you to let Jeonghan do so to you, for letting the man step all over you like you were a piece of trash that had no place in the normal world. The degrading things that he had said about you kept echoing in your ears, making it hard for you to think of anything else.
It was like you had forgotten all about your vow to never let anyone step over you and take away a piece of you from yourself. You were so hurt that you refused to see Jeonghan at all. So, on the next Monday you asked your HR for a weeklong leave and the kind lady obliged owing to your stellar performance at your department.
You turned off your phone that week and went to stay with you friend as the house was too lonely for you and the more you stayed there, the more you felt the memories of you and Jeonghan coming to haunt you.
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On that Monday, Jeonghan woke up with a newfound determination. He was resolved to confront you and explain that his hurtful words from that night stemmed from his own inability to accept his feelings. He believed that once he clarified his side of the story, your compassionate nature would lead you to forgive him. He was even prepared to humble himself, willing to beg for your forgiveness if necessary. However, fate intervened when he discovered you had taken a week-long leave from the office.
The realization of consequences hit him suddenly. Yes, he understood the gravity of his actions, but he was willing to face any repercussions if it meant having you back in his arms. Anything seemed bearable compared to the thought of losing you.
By Wednesday, Jeonghan found himself standing at your doorstep, desperately knocking, hoping to speak with you. To his dismay, a neighbor informed him that you had been absent since Monday. His heart sank realizing he had missed his chance to reconcile with you.
He had made a solemn vow to himself that he would reach out to you no matter what obstacles lay in his path, willing to go to any lengths to make amends. However, he now realized the depth of his mistake. Reflecting on his actions, he understood that he should have heeded the advice of his friends earlier, but it was too late for regrets.
Jeonghan's determination to win you back consumed him. He felt a deep pang of regret for not acting sooner and for failing to appreciate the warnings from his friends. Now, facing the reality of your absence, he grappled with the weight of his impulsive behavior.
In the days that followed, Jeonghan resolved to wait patiently for your return, determined to seize any opportunity to make things right. He hoped against hope that he hadn't irreparably damaged the bond between you. Each passing day without you served as a sobering reminder of the importance of listening to his instincts and valuing the counsel of those who cared about him.
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The next week you opened your phone to see it has blown up with Jeonghan’s messages and there were a few from Seungkwan asking you if you are okay and telling you that he had punched Jeonghan for being an asshole to you and that most of the people didn’t agree with Jeonghan’s antics but its hard to stop Jeonghan when is like that.
Taking pity of the boy you and answered him accepting his apology and telling him you were happy that he punched the guy.
His answer came immediately, saying he was happy that there is no bad blood among you two and he prefers you more than Jeonghan anyways making you laugh at his cuteness.
When you returned back to the office, the first thing you did was hand them your resignation letter. The next thing on your list was avoid Jeonghan till you leave work, at which you were pretty successful.
And just like that you were done with your time in the office and were moving onto another job before Jeonghan could even get hold of you.
--
Its has been three years since and life had never been better. You became friends with Seungkwan, Seokmin and Soonyoung immediately. You four hangout quite frequently. The three younger men like you a lot too. It’s a strong bond you have created with them. If anyone asks you would say the only good thing that came from your ex was the friends you made while with him.
On top of that you also have been in a relation with a man who treats you right and loves you to death. Its like you have at last reached the light at the end of the tunnel.
--
Jeonghan on the other hand drowned himself in work after you left, the man tried his best to forget your existence and was very thankful his work helped him do so. But whenever he was out with his friends he couldn’t stop himself from asking about you and always he got the same answer of ‘none of your fucking business’ from Seungkwan.
But it was different this time, it was the ever so kind Seokmin who answered him.
“Hyung she moved on, and you should too.” Hearing that he stood up, he didn’t know why. Would he go to your house and beg for your forgiveness again or will he call you while asking you to give him another chance?
Truth to be told, he didn’t know.
“Hyung please don’t mess this up for her. She is happy,” Seokmin spoke up again, kindly holding his hand to pull him down back onto his seat. It felt like Jeonghan’s life has come crashing down on him once again. One lone tear left his eye, too embarrassed to cry in front of his friends, he puts up a happy front while saying “of course Seok, I would do nothing to hurt her.”
All his friends looked at the man in pity, hoping that faith was kinder to him. but they couldn’t deny that he single handedly destroyed his life either. He was still their friend and he deserved to be happy to but so did you. The man sat in silence for some time till Joshua loudly declared he wanted to go to the arcade and all the others enthusiastically agreed, happy about the distraction.
That is when Jeonghan realized life has gone on and not stopped for anyone, the time he was supposed to seize his moment has passed and it wont ever come back. He now has to live his life without the presence of one of the most precious thing he ever had the privilege to possess, your love.
a/n 3: thank you all for reading !!
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you: can you please get me medicine for my period
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Hiya love could you write a fluff with Channie? 🥺
Keyword: stargazing
I will leave everything else to your imagination. You can add angst or smut if you want to as well I don't mind.
Thank you, lovie 💞
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Hey beautiful! Here is your Channie stargazing fluff! I hope you like it! ❤️
Stargazing
Chan x Female reader
Word count: 1400+
Warnings: Just fluff maybe a little suggestive but nothing explicit, strong language/cursing
(Pic not mine credit to bucket_with_skz)
You and Chan had been best friends your entire life. You both shared lots of similar personality traits, one of which was you both HATED your birthdays. It’s not that you disliked getting older necessarily you just didn’t like being the center of attention, no matter how small the gathering. You’d rather just watch movies with Chan and gorge on snacks and candy, which is what you did for both of your birthdays most years. Since Chan also hated celebrating his birthday he was always understanding about your not wanting to do anything, so to say that you were surprised and a little apprehensive when Chan said he had something else planned for you this year would be an understatement. The fact that he refused to give you any details other than what time to be ready made you even more nervous. When Chan came to get you he could tell you were a bit on edge.
“Come on baby girl. Its me here! Do you really think I’d drag you to do something you’d hate for your birthday?!” He made a valid point that you couldn’t argue with but it did little to calm your nerves. As you drove the sun set further and further down in the sky creating the most beautiful shades of blue and purple. That slowly morphed into pink and orange as the sun sank lower and lower until finally it disappeared completely leaving a clear black night sky. You were going further and further out into the country side, Chan taking turns here and there that seemed to be random to you. Just as you were ready to ask him when you were going to be there he turned down a private gravel road that ran along a corn field and parked.
“Uh Chan? WHAT are we doing here?!” Chan just waved you off and got out of the car. You sat there for a moment as he grabbed a duffle bag out of his trunk and walked to your side opening the door.
“You coming or what?” He said as he headed towards the corn field with the duffle thrown over his shoulder. You watched him in disbelief. If he’d been a stranger or anyone else you might have thought he brought you here to murder you considering the seclusion and the duffle bag. Chan stopped at the edge of the field and turned giving you a look as if to say ‘well!?’ You got out of the car and looked around expecting the farmer that owned the property to appear any time to shoo you and Chan away, or shoot you, who knew really.
“Chan lets just go, I’m getting serious children of the corn vibes here.” Chan laughed and stepped into the first row of corn. You sighed heavily. You clearly weren’t going to be able to talk him out of what ever he had planned here. You threw your hands up in surrender as you made your way towards the field.
“Okay Channie boy but if he who walks behind the rows shows up I’m sacrificing you to save my ass.” Chan’s smile grew even wider across his face as he shook his head in understanding. He grabbed your hand and lead you further into the field until you came to a little clearing where the corn had been stamped down. Chan let go of your hand and dropped the duffle down.
“We’re here!” You looked around and then you looked at Chan incredulously.
“And where exactly is here Chan?” He smiled and shook his head, lips sealed.
“I have a surprise, close your eyes.” You bit your lips nervously. You knew Chan would never do anything to get you in trouble or put you in harms way but you were having trouble just doing and not knowing. Chan realized if he wanted you to comply with the rest of his plan he had to give you something. He stood in front of you and grabbed your hands rubbing small circles on the backs of them with his thumbs. You instantly started to calm down.
“Relax Y/N, it’s my uncle’s farm okay? He knows we’re here, he’s the one that cleared this spot for us. Don’t worry, now just close your eyes for me baby girl. Trust me.” You did, trust him that is. More than anyone and you felt more at ease knowing you weren’t trespassing on a strangers property, so you closed your eyes like he asked. You heard the zipper of the duffle and rustling. You were tempted to crack an eye open and look. As if he could read your mind Chan spoke as he continued to prepare what ever his surprise was.
“No peeking.” You scrunched your eyes tighter as Chan finished his preparations. After another minute or two you could feel the warmth of Chan's body as he came up behind you. He placed his hands over your eyes as if they weren’t closed already and lead you forward a little.
“Okaaayyyyy…. NOW you can look!” He said as his hands came away from your face. You opened your eyes and looked down to see a blanket spread out with all your usual favorite snacks, a glowing bluetooth speaker, and a telescope. Your jaw dropped as you tried to find words.
“Chan wh-what is all this?!” He smiled sheepishly as he began to explain.
“Well I heard there was supposed to be this once in a life time meteor shower on the night of your birthday, so I talked to my uncle and borrowed a telescope from a friend… I know we normally just stay in and watch movies but I thought maybe we could have snacks and watch this instead.” It was clear Chan had put a lot of thought and effort into this.
"It's perfect Chan." He smiled and looked down at his feet happy and relieved that you liked the idea. You both spread out on the blanket and started eating snacks and picking songs to play each other while you waited for the meteor shower to start. When it did Chan pulled the telescope closer and peered through the lens. After a few minutes of him looking through the lens and moving the telescope around you started getting impatient. You wanted to see too.
“Chaaaaaannnnieeeee…” He laughed at the whiney way you said his name and shook his head.
“Patience baby girl I’m just getting it at the best angle for you to see everything.” With one more adjustment he moved away from the telescope and let you finally take a look through the view finder. To say that it was breathtaking would be an understatement. You were in awe and totally speechless for a moment.
“Chan. Oh my god, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Chan’s eyes were fixated on you watching every expression on your face as you looked up at the night sky.
“It sure is.” His voice sounded like he was far off in his mind. A million miles away. You looked over at him and your eyes met. You froze. You stayed like that, looking at each other for what felt like forever. You were just about to ask him if he was okay when he leaned in, cupped your face, and placed the most tender kiss on your lips. When he pulled away your fingers found your lips and traced where Chan’s had just been. You looked at him wide eyed and speechless for a whole other reason now. After a moment Chan finally spoke.
“I have loved you since the third grade Y/N maybe even before that. I will ALWAYS love you and whether you feel the same or not, I had to tell you, you had to know. I’m sorry I know that’s selfi-“ You cut Chan off by pressing your lips against his again, this time with more passion. You laid back and pulled him down over you as your lips parted granting his tongue access to explore your mouth. Chan made love to you for the first time that night in the quiet dark field, soft music playing, under the stars. You laid there in his arms after in complete bliss. He squeezed you tighter as if you would evaporate if he even thought of letting go. He kissed the top of your head and whispered softly against your ear.
“I love you baby girl.” You sighed completely amazed with how the evening had gone. Even though it was not at all what you had expected you were so happy. You nuzzled in closer to Chan basking in the warmth of his body, the smell of his cologne.
“I love you too Channie.”
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One Shot: Both Sides (KSJ)
Pairing: Jin x Reader
Tags: Friends to lovers, Fluff, crack, mentions of pining, mentions of pet dying, they’re so cute you guys :(((
Word Count: 3k
a/n: so i was randomly watching a youtube video one day when i stumbled upon a video from the channel jubilee; it was a series called both sides. it was about interviewing two people individually while they’re facing each other, but the other person has earbuds on (playing loud music). they can only read each other’s lips but they don’t get to hear what the other says. i went 'huh, that’d make for a really cute f2l fic trope' lol.
so that’s how this story was born. let me know what you think, and enjoy!
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We asked two friends some questions individually, to see both sides of their story.
You and Jin walk to the chairs designated for you.
"Wait – I get this chair so it shows my best side." You say, as you nudged Jin aside before he could even take the seat to the left of the camera.
"Fine. Both sides are my best sides, so I don’t mind." He replies, and the sound of the staff chuckling behind the camera is heard.
He sits down on the opposite chair as the camera zooms in on you jokingly rolling your eyes.
It cuts to you guys introducing yourselves.
"Hi, I’m Kim Seokjin." He says to the camera, but his eyes wander awkwardly and he hides his face a little before chuckling.
"This is kinda embarrassing." He says.
"Hi! I’m ___." You speak to the camera with a slight chirp and even a wave when it pans toward you.
"You’re good at this." Jin’s voice says off camera.
"I barely said anything," you remarked as you got handed the noise-canceling headphones and let out a small thank you and bowed to the staff.
"Oh! So we’re getting started right away?" Says Jin
How did you guys first meet?
His side
Jin was about to answer when you started bobbing your head furiously.
"I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights," you whisper-sing and then mouthed the next line before laughing at Jin’s annoyed face.
"She chose this playlist, didn’t she?"
"Uhm.." It cuts to Jin looking at you as he thinks, "I think it was freshman orientation week? Yeah, I remember her approaching me and asking if she was in the right philosophy class. She sat next to me, and then after that, she started sitting next to me the rest of the semester. That was six years ago."
The clip shows you leaning forward a little with a focused look as you stare at his face.
"She’s trying to read my lips." Jin covers your view of his mouth with one hand. "And it’s just the first question."
It cuts to you handing the phone and headphones to Jin. "Careful with that; it’s really loud."
Her side
"I sat next to him in philosophy class during freshman year because I thought--" you chuckle and cover your mouth, "he seemed like the type of guy who gets really good grades. He had this really cute pink baseball cap on and a pair of glasses. I thought he looked quite handsome."
You pause for a bit, and with widened eyes, you slap your palm on your mouth. You looked at the staff behind the camera and said, "Wait! I just realized he’s gonna watch this and hear that I called him handsome." You mutter a small damn it that was caught by the mic.
Meanwhile, Jin sat up straight and looked back and forth between you and the staff.
"What? What’s going on?" He says, and the staff’s laughter can be heard.
"You’re. an. idiot." you slowly mouth to him, and he focuses on reading your lips.
"You’re an idiot?" he whispered under his breath before realizing what you said and leaning back against his chair. He rolled his eyes at you and flipped you off, but his hand was blurred out by the editor.
Both sides
"Oh! Right—see, it was that philosophy class wasn’t it?" He says with a clap of his hands.
"Yeah, yeah – do you remember what I was wearing?" You asked him and fiddled with the headphones.
"Uhhh.. it was like a dress, like a floral dress?"
"What?!" you exclaimed, your eyes widening, "I never– what?"
He rolls his eyes,"Yes, it was a floral dress, remember? Orientation week."
"Orientation week?"
"Yes!" he lets out an exasperated laugh, "You asked me if it was Mr. Song’s philosophy class."
"Oh my god, that was you?!" You laugh. "I was wondering why you said dress. Yes, I wore a dress once but only during orientation week, but I don’t remember talking to you." You laugh again. "I just remember your pink cap, was that not orientation?" You add
"That was the second week, you idiot. You wore a hoodie then." He retorted.
What is your most fond memory of your friendship?
His side
"I was dealing with a really bad breakup – like, I think this was four years ago? Yeah," he scratches at the back of his neck "but I had to write something for this screenwriting class I was taking, so I locked myself up in my dorm room and didn’t contact anyone. I buried myself with schoolwork and barely did anything outside of that – even sleeping or eating." He chuckles as he looks back on the memory.
"Then two days later, she comes banging on the door, telling me to get my shit together. It was harsh, actually–sort of like a tough love situation. But I needed that. I was neglecting myself – and it took her snapping at me like that to wake me up. I think I was on the brink of passing out from over-fatigue, but she saved me from that."
"She stayed with me, made sure I was eating and staying hydrated. She even slept on the couch at one point just to make sure I was getting enough sleep as well—yeah, that was…" He trails off and chuckles as he looks at you, swaying your body side to side to what he assumes is a Michael Bublé song [he was certain it was in your playlist somewhere].
"I would say it was a fond memory because it really solidified her place in my life. Like– relationships come and go, you know? But I knew I wanted her to stay in my life forever, to snap me out of it when I’m spiraling out of control." He continues.
Her side
You fiddle with the phone a bit before sitting back in your chair.
"Frank Sinatra. So he gets distracted and doesn't try to read my lips" You say to the camera, and then a satisfied smile when he starts mouthing the words to ‘Fly Me To The Moon’.
"When our family dog Chichi died and I was in the middle of an important 3-day seminar in a different city," you start off. "I couldn’t go home for the weekend at that time because of it, so he offered to go for me—at my family home, I mean. So he drove there and stayed with my family, video calling me almost the entire time just so I could feel present. It really felt like I had sent Chichi away properly, you know? even if I wasn’t there.
"Needless to say, my grandma has been very fond of him since then. She told me that if Jin and I had a falling out for whatever reason, she would keep him and disown me." You laugh and throw your head back a little, earning a small smile from Jin.
"So I was like, damn, okay, I’m keeping him for life I guess. Don’t wanna disappoint grandma, you know?"
Both Sides
"What did you say?" You ask as Jin places the phone and headphones on his lap and he ruffles his hair.
"The one– my breakup with *beep* " Jin panics slightly and turns to face the producer, saying, "Wait, can you please bleep that out, I don't want my ex to know." He squeaks out a laugh
"Wait but for real, when I got that call from Joon—that was his dorm mate by the way—I got really worried." You recall with a slight frown.
"Oh, yeah—I was so annoyed because it was like, 'You dare become dehydrated? Not on my watch!’" You said with a laugh.
"Yeah." He smiled fondly, "What about you?"
"Chichi," you say with a pout, and he coos.
"Right, yeah." He said in a small voice. "But hey, me and granny had the time of our lives that weekend, I ate so many cookies." He adds with a grin.
"Whatever." You rolled your eyes.
Were there any big fights you can remember?
His Side
Jin lets out a boisterous laugh, his body leaning forward and almost falling off the chair. The camera catches you looking at him, brows furrowed in confusion and a little concerned.
"I-" Jin stops and coughs a little, then looks at you, knitting your eyebrows at him. "Fucking cheesecake." He says, and your laughter can be heard off camera—as it is currently zoomed in on him.
"I know she’s gonna think of the same story, so I’m letting her tell it." He let out some of the residual laughter left in him before asking you to take off the headphones.
Her Side
You were laughing uncontrollably that it was kind of hard to breathe.
"Wait, that is it?" You ask as he asks for the headphones and nods. You put it on his head and smile.
"Sorry, I just—I saw him mouth the word cheesecake and I lost it."
The scene cuts to you shaking your head, "See, I knew it would be a question like that." You giggle.
"So. The Cheesecake incident," you start off. "It was one of those times in college when everyone was stressed—it was one of those ‘hell weeks’ as we call it. So, tension and stress were high for everyone, and we were no exception. One day after class, I went home to find him munching on something in my apartment’s kitchen.
"So a little context for this, there’s this really good bakery two hours away from campus, and whenever I go there I buy a whole thing of this amazing, out of this world cheesecake.
"So I saw him and I was like, ‘hey! Is that my fucking cheesecake?’ He said ‘yeah’ and immediately I started yelling at him about how it was so inconsiderate of him to eat it without my permission, and then he started going off about 'it's just a fucking cheesecake!’" You laugh and look at him trying to look innocent.
"So at one point, we were fighting over the box of cake in the kitchen, and of course, it plomps to the floor – I mean, what else do you expect to happen?
"So it fell on the floor right, and at that moment we just stopped and stared at it – then at each other. A few moments later, he grabs his fork and sits down – he starts eating it off the floor!" You cover your face with your hands.
"I don't know what dawned over me because I got my own fork and ate with him – we both looked like fucking idiots. We started apologizing to each other because, I swear to god we have never yelled at each other that much since we met." You started laughing uncontrollably again, and then waved your hand.
"Wait! Disclaimer, we ate the parts that didn't touch the floor – I don't want people to think we're disgusting."
Both Sides
“You told them about the cheesecake?”
“Yeah.”
“Good times.”
What is the biggest secret that you’ve never told the other person?
His Side
"Oh god, here we go. Is this the last one?" He asks someone off screen.
"Right. Save the juiciest for last."
He contemplates a little before talking.
"So uhm… fuck." He laughs nervously.
"I.. It was three years ago. We were hanging out in her apartment, and I guess she saw it from the internet because she was on her phone at that time.
"She asked me if I would still be friends with her even if she was a worm." He started giggling and shaking his head. "So fucking stupid. Anyway, I immediately said no, and she just rolled her eyes at me and moved on.
"But it got me thinking, reevaluating what she means to me, and then it struck me. I would love her no matter what. I would love her even on days when she's so cranky she doesn't even like talking to me. I would love her on days we're both so stressed that we eat cheesecake off the floor." He throws his head back in laughter.
"I'm in love with her— fuck I'm in love with her." He looks at you with your eyes closed, swinging your body to a mellow song.
Her Side
"Oh! Here we go. I was waiting for that one." You said that and faced him. You saw him look intently at you, like he was gonna try to read your lips to see what you would say. You let out an exhale before gesturing for him to close his eyes, and he does.
"So, remember what I said about that day I first saw him during Philosophy class? Yeah. I’ve developed a big fat crush on him since then. God, I can’t believe I’m saying this out loud.
"Okay, so it was a crush—was, because it did start out like that. But the thing is, not soon after that, he got into a relationship — and it was a serious one too. So that crush was crushed immediately." You wink at the camera. "Pun intended." Before proceeding, you check to see if Jin's eyes are still closed.
"It started out as a crush, but it lasted three years—and you know what they say about a crush lasting a certain time before it turns into something else? Yeah.. But then I drew the line at that three-year mark. I thought, ‘this cannot continue,’ and even after he and his girlfriend had broken up, I didn’t try to act on it, because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship." You laugh bitterly.
"Broke my heart, man. But I guess that’s on me. I was a coward." You dropped your gaze to your hands before letting out a breath of relief.
"Oh man, that felt so good to get off my chest." You smile at the camera briefly before switching your gaze to Jin.
Both Sides
Jin stretches his arms and lets out a grunt, "What did you say?"
"Oh, it was so juicy that you’re going to have to wait until this video comes out to find out." You reply while you wiggle your brows.
"Really? I bet it got nothing on what I had to say." He says to you in a low voice, looking at you intently.
"Doubt that. Guess we’re gonna have to find out, huh?"
The video shows a clip of the both of you posing silly for the camera, signaling the end of the video.
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Jin taps the spacebar once and immediately snaps his body to face you.
"You…" he trails off, and a moment of silence surrounds you.
"I can't believe your romantic epiphany about me was triggered by me asking you if you'd still be friends with me even if I was a worm." You said, and just like that, the stiff tension between you was broken and he laughed.
A few beats of silence pass before he speaks again.
"You were in love with me?" he asks.
"You’re in love with me?" you ask back.
He rolls his eyes and says, "Don’t answer my question with another question."
You huff. "Fine. I was in love with you. Ugh, cringe." You roll your eyes playfully. He collects your hands and encloses them with his, forcing you to look at him.
"Hey, I know humor is your coping mechanism, but we have to talk about this."
You close your eyes for a moment before sighing. "Fine."
"Why didn’t you tell me?" He asks in a meek voice, as if he was scared.
"Because," you started off as you gestured with your hands, "like I said, I didn’t plan on acting on it. I didn’t want to risk this." You pointed at the two of you. "I was scared, so I stored it in a box and buried it in the deepest corner of my mind." You add.
You see a flash of hope pass through his eyes. "Then, will you dig it up? Will you try with me?" You don’t speak for a moment too long, so he brings your hands up to his lips and places a chaste kiss on it. "I love you, and I’m hoping you still love me too. I know it's scary, as you mentioned, but I'd like to give it a shot with you. I think—no, I know that we’ll be great together." He looks at you with a desperate look in his eyes, and you soften.
"Okay." You reply after a few seconds, and his eyes widen.
"Really?" His voice cracked and you felt your heart drop from your chest.
"Really, you idiot, I just told you." You rolled your eyes playfully at him, and he chuckled, leaning his forehead against yours.
"Can I kiss you?" He asks, and you don’t verbally reply but you lean in and go for it.
It felt perfect. It was the sweetest kiss you have ever experienced, and you’re glad you’re sharing it with him. It felt like the easiest thing in the world, like it was the most natural thing to do. You let out a small whine when he pulls away, but he cradles your cheek and you lean into his warmth.
"I still have that cap, you know? The one you thought I looked handsome in." He let out a devilish smirk.
"Shut up."
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Bonus Post-credit scene
"and I take a deep breath and I get real high and I scream from the top of my lungs, What's going on?" Jin belts out as the staff adjusts the lighting since the outside was now darker as seen through the window. You scooched your chair closer and removed the headphones from his ears.
"Take this off for a second, you might ruin your eardrums." You placed the phone and the headphones on his lap, being careful not to get the cords tangled.
"Oop, okay." He shook his head and fixed his hair. He then brought up a hand to pinch your cheek.
"Thanks for looking out for me." He said in a soft voice.
You smile, your eyes crinkling up. "Always."
[Fade to black]
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end note: kyaaaa! Leave some comments, tell me what ya think!
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among thieves ✨ || bts • pjm [COMPLETED] masterlist
"what even am I to you? your rival, your lover, an obstacle or am I supposed to be your coffin?"
about two thieves who can't live with nor without each other.
and a joint past that comes back to threaten them.
© 2023 | eleni_cherie
[ the sequel a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg is out as well! ]
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list of all chapters:
prologue | 0.1 | 0.2 | 0.3 | 0.4 | 0.5 | 0.6 | 0.7 | 0.8 | 0.9 | 1.0 | 1.1 | 1.2 | 1.3 | 1.4 | 1.5 | 1.6 | 1.7 | 1.8 | epilogue
— word count: 49k
— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, very flirty jimin, sexual tensiON, slowburning, mutual pining, friends/rivals/exes to lovers (it's complicated, ok?!) f2l e2l ex2l
I don't wanna spoil too much, but all members play a role in this story!
— song recommendations/inspirations:
lana del rey - serial killer
jimin - like crazy
arctic monkeys - arabella
the last shadow puppets - pattern & used to be my girl
zayn - wrong (ft. kehlani) & borderz
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COPYRIGHT. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
IDEA/STORY VERY LOOSELY INSPIRED BY MY LOVE FOR UNCHARTED 4, GANGSTER COMEDY FILMS AND MY FAVOURITE ANIME OTP.
PROTAGONISTS:
PARK JIMIN AS HIMSELF; CHEEKY MASTER THIEF / LADIES' MAN
KAT MCNAMARA AS ARABELLA VALENTINE; FEISTY THIEF & SPY / LOVER OF JEWELS
ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.
SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)
NOT FREE FROM LINGUISTIC ERRORS - ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE.
DON’T BE A GHOST READER. LIKE & SHARE THIS STORY IF YOU LIKE IT :))
DEDICATED TO EVERYONE WHO’S READING THIS FANFIC.
CHECK OUT MY OTHER STORIES AS WELL:
polaris ✨ bts • kth
private affair ✨ ksj
8 mile ✨ myg
lonely hearts club ✨ kth
a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg
-Elenixx
#park jimin#bts jimin#jimin#jimin au#jimin fanfic#thief au#gangster au#enemies to lovers#friends to lovers#exes to lovers#ex2l#jimin mafia#criminal au#bts mafia#e2l#f2l#bts#bts au#bts fic#jimin angst#jimin fluff#bts fanfic#bts x oc#bts series#kat mcnamara#katherine mcnamara#taehyung#yoongi#seokjin#jungkook
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Chapter 7: Conflicted || KTH
(banner by @itaeewon)
Title: What Was Hidden (Masterpost)
Rating: explicit, minors DNI pls
Genre: college!au, angst, eventual smut, strangers -> friends -> lovers -> idiots -> lovers
Pairings: Taehyung x female reader, MYG x OC
Summary: This is how it all starts: Taehyung is flunking Western Lit. You’re assigned to tutor him. His paper on Strindberg’s The Ghost Sonata could pass or fail him for the semester. As you and Taehyung slowly become friends, then more, you learn that there’s a lot more to him than you originally assumed. Together, you navigate your own experiences with the play’s themes: one’s “true self” versus one’s “shown self”, darkness behind the facade, and how people can be quite literally haunted - and it has nothing to do with ghosts.
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In which you get really in your head and you can't get back out.
Chapter Warnings: language, drinking, kissing, mentions of - gasp - an erection, oc is kind of inexperienced and def getting in her head too much, more bad rap lyrics i'm gonna apologize for these every time
Word Count: 6k
Note: Yoongi's lyrics to Lion's Paw were inspired by a poem called "Noah's Nameless Wife Takes Inventory". I wanted to hyperlink to it, but last time I tried that (lookin at u, chapter 5) it broke the chapter bc tumblr is the worst platform on the planet. So if you're interested in a poem that makes me shout a lot, pls type that title into a search engine!
I saw the sun and thought I saw
what was hidden
The Ghost Sonata | Scene III
August Strindberg
Chapter 7: Conflicted
Thursday, November 29th
When Thursday night comes, you power through your hour with Becky, eager to see Taehyung sling his bag onto the back of his chair as you’ve gotten used to. You get your wish soon enough, and he greets you with a bright smile as he takes his seat across from you. You spend close to sixty minutes kicking him gently under the table every time you see his eyelids droop.
“Chekhov sucks,” he tells you during minute fifty-seven.
“How dare you?” you gasp, only partly kidding.
Taehyung tosses his copy of The Cherry Orchard into his bag. He looks at you out of the corner of his eyes, up to something.
“Come over,” he suggests when he straightens back up. “Come back to the house with me.”
“What for?” you ask, a little surprised. The girls weren’t planning Thirsty Thursday yet, Bridget would have texted you.
He smiles at your question. “I don’t know. Anything? Watch tv? Order food? Talk about something from this century?”
You narrow your eyes at him. “Are you just trying to hook up?”
You haven’t so much as hugged since the night at the trail, and you’re not sure your question has a correct answer.
“You and the bluntness!” he protests. “It’s impossible for a guy to be smooth with you!”
“I don’t want smooth,” you tell him. “I want to know what I’m walking into.”
Taehyung laughs again, but you catch a lick of exasperation in it. “I mean,” he says, opening his hands before you as a sign of transparency, “I’m certainly not opposed to that happening, but I do want to just spend time together.”
You twist your mouth to the side, considering. “Is ordering food a promise?” you ask finally.
He shrugs. “Unless someone cooked already.”
You lift your bag onto your shoulder. “Okay, then,” you say, fighting back a smile. “As long as I get food.”
Taehyung opens the door for you - sweet of him - and you walk through the dark parking lot towards his silver car. The lights glow orange above you, creating circles of light here and there across the pavement. There’s still snow piled up where it was plowed to the edges of the lot, and you keep an eye on the ground for any frozen spots. What you don’t need right now is to bust your ass in front of a cute boy.
Back at the house, it’s immediately clear that you won’t be ordering food - the smell hits you the second the front door opens.
“Who’s in my house?” someone - Jin, you think - calls from the kitchen.
“Murderers,” Taehyung calls back. “Is there enough food for me and Y/N?”
Jin sticks his head into the living room. “Hi, Y/N,” he says. “Just you? No roomies?”
“Kiko’s not already here?” you ask, honestly surprised. Taehyung leads you back to the kitchen and starts rummaging in a cabinet. Jin returns to the stove, stirring a pot of something that smells insanely good. He looks at you over his shoulder as you lean against the doorframe.
“No,” he tells you. “Haven’t seen her since Monday, maybe?”
“Weird,” you say, and turn your attention to Taehyung’s ass. You don’t mean to - he’s bending over to get something out of the fridge, and it’s right there in your face. What are you supposed to do, not notice?
“Do you like beer?” he asks you, voice muffled as most of his body is somehow inside the fridge.
“Yeah, but I’m picky,” you tell him, and mention your favorite kind.
“The one that always comes with an orange slice?” he laughs, coming out of the fridge with a bottle in his hand. “We don’t have those, but I’ll make sure we get some.”
“Oh,” you say, feeling suddenly uncomfortable, “you don’t have to do that -.”
He cuts you off, looking at you flatly. “Y/N, I’m offering to get beer that you like for when you come hang out,” he says. “I didn’t offer to knock down a wall and build you a walk-in closet. Relax.”
“You’re embarrassing her,” Jin sing-songs under his breath, not turning away from the stovetop.
“If I want relationship advice, I’ll fucking ask for it,” Taehyung tells him, lifting a foot to nudge Jin’s butt in protest. You bite back the impulse to contest his use of the word relationship.
“Your funeral,” Jin says, spooning dinner into the empty bowls Taehyung had placed on the counter for the two of you. Taehyung opens the bottle in his hand and reaches to pass it to you.
“Try this one,” he says. “If you don’t like it, I’ll finish it.”
He takes the bowls of food and leads you back into the living room, setting the food down on the coffee table, and then looking up at you for a verdict on the beer.
“It’s fine,” you tell him, coming in to join him on the couch. “I can finish it.”
As you come around the couch, you see Jimin sprawled out on the other one. He waves at you as you gingerly sit next to Taehyung. Jin joins you three a minute later, his own steaming bowl in his hands.
The boys put on some dumbass wilderness survival show, but they hardly watch it. They continue to chat and pick on one another and crack jokes. You relax into the sofa, silently working on your dinner, letting the conversation flow around you. It strikes you that they really feel like a family, reminding you of your own older brothers.
About halfway through the show, Jungkook comes through the front door. “Hey,” he tells the room. He sniffs. “There’s food?”
He disappears into the kitchen, then breezes back through and up the stairs to his room. After a few minutes, Jin excuses himself and goes upstairs too. Jimin and Taehyung exchange a look you can’t decipher. Jimin changes the subject, asking you about Professor Watanabe’s class, which he shares with Taehyung.
Jungkook returns after a while, a textbook in his hand, and makes himself comfortable on the floor, uncapping a highlighter. You lean against Taehyung’s side as you both scroll on your phones, occasionally turning your screens to share funny videos or memes. Jimin’s phone buzzes and he rises, grabbing a coat from a hanger on the wall and calling goodbye over his shoulder. Now It’s Taehyung and Jungkook who share a look.
You hope that if you spend more time here, you’ll feel less like an outsider.
Taehyung glances at you after Jimin’s been gone for a while. “Want to go watch something upstairs? So we don’t disrupt Jungkook’s studying?”
“You’re not disrupting me,” Jungkook murmurs, not lifting his eyes from the page, missing it completely when Taehyung gives him the dirty look equivalent of a swift kick under a table.
You humor him and agree, following him across the living room. On the stairs, he pauses and reaches for your hand, not turning to look, trusting you to take it.
Eurydice, you think, taking his hand. It’s cool and sure in yours, giving you a tiny squeeze as you climb.
You’re nervous as soon as he closes the door, and the second you recognize that you’re nervous it makes you mad at your dumb brain. But you know what logically comes next, and… well… you’ve only ever been with Davis.
You like Taehyung, and you’re more than attracted to him, and you’ve been thinking about that kiss for over a week. But fooling around with literally anyone but Davis just isn’t something you’re used to doing. It’s new, and it feels scary.
Taehyung logs into his computer, oblivious to your small inner meltdown, and pulls up reruns of a sitcom you both like. You get comfy against his pillows and he reaches an arm around you, pulling you close. He smells good, and his presence is warm and comforting, and he’s been making you laugh all night- it makes you want to give in, want to throw down every defense you have and just fall.
‘Take it easy,’ something tells you. ‘Go slowly. Go carefully.’
Hadn’t you been doing that? You think of the handful of guys you dated over the summer - they’d all made it two dates max before you were over it. How had Taehyung managed to sneak past your walls to make it even this far? Was it the deep conversations you’d had during tutoring? The way his sense of humor was either perfectly nonsensical and absurd or else somehow kind of sly? Was it just attraction? Was it the way he made you feel seen when you hadn’t even known someone was looking?
You don’t know.
You don’t know if it matters.
You really like him, maybe more than you even liked Davis in the beginning, and it’s fucking terrifying.
You realize he’s looking at you, not the screen.
“You okay?” he asks slowly, reaching to pause the show.
You want to tell him. You want to explain that you’re kind of freaking out. You want him to know that it isn’t even about him and that you definitely want him.
You can’t find the words. You don’t want to pick the wrong ones. Instead, you lift one hand, letting him see the tremor as your hands shake ever so slightly with adrenaline and nerves.
His brow furrows and he pushes the laptop off of his legs immediately, turning to face you.
“Hey,” he says gently. “What is it?”
“I think I just got nervous,” you admit in almost a whisper. “I don’t… do this.” You wave your hands at the situation - the two of you on his bed - to clarify.
He looks instantly alarmed. “I didn’t -?”
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” you interrupt his question, wanting to reassure him as quickly as possible. “I just - I’m sorry. I just have never done this… casually.”
His eyes are so steady on yours. “Let’s just - if it’s okay- let’s just do this tonight; let’s just hang out.” He manages to make it sound like both a suggestion and a decision. “Okay?”
“Okay,” you whisper, feeling - for some reason - horribly guilty, like you’d made a promise you couldn’t keep. You feel very sure that you’re actively ruining a good thing.
“Y/N?” he says, and you look back up at him. “For what it’s worth… this is only as casual as you want it to be.”
You don’t know what to say to that, so you say nothing, lowering your eyes again.
“Okay,” you say, again. You can feel him watching you, as if you are a puzzle he’s trying to work out.
Maybe you are. Maybe he is.
He puts the show back on, but it's only a few minutes later that he’s looking at you again - not the screen.
“What?” you laugh.
“What do you think is up with Yoongi and Kiko?” he asks. “She practically lived here for a few weeks and now… nothing?”
“Yeah, I don’t know. Could be because exams are coming up?” you say. “She hasn’t said anything, but that’s normal. I’ll see if I can get some intel out of her. Kiko’s not very… forthcoming about her love life.”
“Yoongi isn’t forthcoming about anything,” Taehyung muses with a frown. “Unless he’s writing lyrics, then he’ll just tell you anything.”
This makes you laugh, thinking of Yoongi’s personal lyrics in Sirens.
You get sucked back into the show, relaxing more fully now that you’re out of your head. Eventually, you look at the time on your phone and realize how late it is.
“You should probably drive me back soon,” you murmur sleepily. You have one arm slung over his middle, and you’re so warm and comfortable that you could probably just close your eyes and be asleep. The idea of going out into the cold right now seems particularly terrible.
Taehyung looks down at you, curled against his side. “You wanna just stay?” he asks, his low voice rumbling in his chest under your hand.
“My first class is at 9:30,” you tell him. “We’d have to leave stupid early.”
“I’m up stupid early on Fridays anyway,” he tells you with a little smile. “I’d rather get up stupid early with you. Is that okay?”
“Yeah, it’s okay,” you tell him through a yawn. You fish for your phone and send a text to Bridget and Kiko - “won’t be home tonight. don’t miss me too much!”
Bridget taps back a “!!”. Kiko doesn’t answer.
Taehyung gets up to get ready for bed, and you scavenge in his chest of drawers for clothes to sleep in. When he breezes in, you take your turn in the bathroom, changing and giving your mouth a quick fingertip-of-toothpaste “brushing”. When you return to Taehyung’s room, he’s got the lights out and his face is illuminated blue by his phone screen. You close the door behind you and make your way over.
You haven’t spent the night with a guy since Davis, either, but this doesn’t feel scary, it feels normal. You slide under the blankets beside him, getting comfortable.
“Is it okay if I -?” he asks, lifting his arm to mime putting it over your stomach. “I usually sleep holding a pillow.”
Damn, that’s cute, you think. “It’s fine,” you assure him.
You whisper goodnight, and Taehyung gives your middle a little squeeze. As you settle in, silent in the dark room, you get a familiar feeling; it feels like when you’re at the dorm and you go into Fortress Mode, putting up a blanket wall to block the whole world out. Being here in the dark with Taehyung’s arm around you, you get the same sense that the rest of the world has fallen away and you’re safe. It feels calm.
It’s with that sense of peace that you finally fall asleep, your slow breaths in and out matching Taehyung’s behind you.
Friday, November 30th
You’re not sure what time it is when you wake. It’s still dark, and it doesn’t feel like you’ve been asleep for long.
Taehyung’s arm is no longer draped over you; he’s sleeping on his back, his head lolling to the other side. The white t-shirt he went to sleep in has twisted around him in his sleep, exposing a bit of flat tummy. Your fingers itch to touch it.
You lay facing him, considering, enjoying how nice this feels. You reach out and run your fingertips lightly up and down his arm. Goosebumps rise along his arms, and then he gives a happy, “Mmm,” before rolling over to face you, eyes barely open.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” he asks, voice breathy as he wakes up by degrees.
“I decided I’d rather be kissing you,” you whisper.
That makes him open his eyes. “Well by all means,” he murmurs, scooting closer.
He rests a hand against your jaw, brushing his thumb once against your cheek, pulling you in. His kiss, like last time, is languid. You feel like you could float away in it, like nothing exists beyond the points where your bodies touch, your awareness ending at his lips, his teeth, his tongue, his hand still tugging you closer.
Then the kiss turns insistent, demanding, and he’s groaning against your mouth as he moves his hand from where it was caressing your jaw and tangles in your hair instead. You press yourself against him, reveling in the solidness and warmth of his body against yours, your hands clutching fistfuls of his t-shirt. He rolls over top of you, holding himself up on his elbows, his hips pinning you in place. You slide your hands under the hem of his shirt and clutch at his back, heat radiating from the taut skin you find there, the area not cooled down after he’d slept on his back for hours.
He mirrors you, sliding a hand under your shirt, but he splays his hand across your side, fingers in-between ribs, his thumb just barely too far away to touch the underside of your breast. You half-breathe, half-moan, wishing he’d move his hand just an inch and it sets him off, because he holds you tighter, kisses you harder, and you can definitely feel him against your stomach.
He pulls away, looking at you through the dark, and you both breathe heavily. He shifts to lay next to you again, squirming as he adjusts himself, and you let out a little giggle.
“Sorry,” you tease.
“Don’t be,” he breathes, wrapping his arms around you. “But the alarm’s going off in an hour - we should try and get back to sleep.”
You burrow your face in his chest and breathe deeply. You haven’t felt this light and happy in… hell, close to a year. “I don’t like that you’re being logical right now,” you grumble and he laughs, reaching up to smooth down your hair.
“There’s plenty of time for more later,” he says, and then yawns. “Come back after your classes tonight?”
“Maybe,” you tell him coyly.
You already know you will.
–
Kiko and Bridget are waiting to ambush you the second you walk in the door at eight o’clock the next morning, Taehyung’s smell on your clothes and his taste in your mouth. They’re never up this early on Fridays; you’re positive this is orchestrated.
“How was your night?” Bridget asks brightly. You wish you had something to throw at her.
“Peaceful,” you tell her. “Now, I need to be in the shower in about ninety seconds, so whatever this is, make it fast.”
“Did you sleep with Taehyung?” Bridget asks, but at the same time, Kiko blurts - “Did you see Yoongi?”
You and Bridget both freeze.
“Answer her first,” Bridget instructs.
“I didn’t see him,” you tell her. “If he was home, he never came upstairs.”
“Okay,” she says quietly.
“Did you guys…” you trail off, not wanting to say the words break up, “...fight?”
“No,” she says, eyes on the floor. “I don’t know what happened. He…” Her voice chokes up. “He just ghosted me completely. He hasn’t texted me since Monday.”
“Oh, Kiko,” you say, setting your phone down on your desk to free your hands. “Maybe it’s nothing? Maybe he got sick, or-?”
She shakes her head. “I should have known this is what would happen. He told me he never has serious girlfriends. I’m so stupid.”
“You’re not stupid,” Bridget says sternly, the most serious you’ve ever heard her. “And I’m telling you, Kiko, something is going on. I’ve known Yoongi for years, he’s not an asshole. If he was just over it, he’d tell you. I’m serious.”
“Maybe,” Kiko allows, but you can tell she doesn’t believe it.
“Okay,” you say, glancing at the time, “I really need to get in the shower. Kiko, I love you. You’re amazing. If Yoongi doesn’t get that, then he’s a fucking idiot. Let’s all hang out tonight?”
“Yes,” Bridget says immediately. “Not taking ‘no’ for an answer, Kiko.”
–
[9:44 AM] You: hey i can’t hang tonight ☹️ i gotta do damage control bc of YOUR FRIEND Min Yoongi 😤 saturday???
[9:45 AM] Taehyung: ☹️ ☹️ ☹️ ok
[9:46 AM] Taehyung: haven’t seen him in like 2 days… maybe I should send Jimin down to check for signs of life?
–
[10:11 AM] Briiiiig: so……………. did u?
[10:11 AM] You: i hate you.
[10:12 AM] Briiiiig: soooo yes??????
[10:13 AM] You: slept, yes. no one got nakey.
[10:13 AM] Briiiiig: but y
[10:15 AM] You: i chickened out, i guess
[10:16 AM] Briiiiig: do u think u’d regret it?
[10:17 AM] You: i fully believe that i could never 🥺
[10:17 AM] Briiiiig: just rip the bandaid off then
[10:18 AM] Briiiiig: after the first time with someone new its not scary anymore
[10:19 AM] Briiiiig: and/or drink first 🍺
[10:19 AM] You: 😑
[10:20 AM] Briiiiig: bar tmrw nite????
[10:20 AM] You: saturday @ dark horse????? Yes.
Saturday, December 1
[4:44 PM] Kiko✌️: can i express how deeply i dont want to go to a bar tonight
[4:44 PM] You: i mean, i feel u, but whats the alternative?
[4:45 PM] You: sitting alone in the dorm feeling sad???
[4:45 PM] Kiko✌️: i WANT to sit alone in the dorm feeling sad
[4:46 PM] Kiko✌️: let me indulge in the wallowing!!!!!
[4:47 PM] You: no 🤗
[4:47 PM] You: come drink with us
[4:48 PM] Kiko✌️: i dont wanna talk to duuuuuuuuudes
[4:48 PM] You: me either
[4:48 PM] Kiko✌️: liar. last time i checked taehyung is a dude
[4:49 PM] Kiko✌️: or should i say last time YOU checked
[4:49 PM] You: wow rude
[4:52 PM] You: come with us 🥺 i’ll let u kick my butt at darts??
[4:53 PM] Kiko✌️: well now thats a compelling offer
–
[6:22 PM] You: we’re going to dark horse @ 11
[6:22 PM] You: if ur bored
[6:25 PM] Taehyung: …interesting
[6:25 PM] Taehyung: everyones cranky here
[6:28 PM] Taehyung: Yoongi….. cranky. Jin….. cranky. Jungkook…. possibly not cranky, but also not home rn
[6:29 PM] Taehyung: maybe me and jimin will escape
–
You let Kiko beat you at darts several times, as promised, but it would be a lie to say you’re focused. Instead, you keep your eyes on the entrance, looking for the mess of dark, fluffy hair.
You almost hit the floor when they - Taehyung and Jimin - push through the door. They showed up. Taehyung’s in all black, his pants sinfully tight, one silver hoop adorning one ear. You want to put your hands all over him. Fuck.
You temporarily leave Bridget and Kiko at the dart boards and make your way over to greet the guys.
“Hi,” you smile, feeling shy.
“Hi,” he says back, smiling like he finds you hilarious. “Hobi - Hoseok - might join us later, I hope that’s okay.”
“The more the merrier,” you shrug. “We were playing darts, but maybe we should all try to find a table?”
You head back towards the girls, who are watching you with very different expressions: Bridget looks delighted, Kiko looks like she wants to lay on the floor and cease existing.
You ask Bridget to go help the guys find a spot, and you sit next to Kiko, leaning your head on her shoulder.
“If you want to leave, you can leave,” you say. “I know it sucks to hang out with his friends.”
She gives a heavy sigh. “Thanks. It does suck. But I’m here already, I’ll stay. It’s fine.”
You look at her for a minute, feeling sure that it’s not really that ‘fine’.
“I’ll stay,” she insists. “Let’s go order shots. I need, like, seven.”
“Three,” you tell her firmly. “I am limiting you to three. We don’t want a repeat of -.”
She glares at you sideways. “That was one time! Let it go!”
You laugh, taking her hand and leading her up to the bar, intent on ordering a tray of lemon drop shots. You lean over the bar, making eye contact with the bartender, who gives you an I see you, give me a second nod. While you wait, you glance over your shoulder. Across the crowded room, you can see Bridget smiling brightly as she seemingly sweet-talks her way into getting some guys to relinquish half of their table. Jimin helps them slide their glasses over to make room for yours. Taehyung stands behind them, arms crossed, eyes scanning the room until -.
Until they find yours.
He smiles at you, a tiny, uneven smile like the two of you are sharing a secret. Jimin speaks to him then, and he tears his eyes away from you long enough to glance at his best friend, only to return his gaze to you as Jimin is still speaking. You smile back; you can’t help it.
“Quit being gross and help me carry these,” Kiko says, elbowing you as the bartender finishes filling the last shot glass. You load them all onto a tray and you help steer Kiko back to the table without bumping into anyone.
At the table, you stand between Kiko and Bridget and pass around the little glasses. You all clink together your first shot before knocking them back, leaving the second round on the table for everyone to take at their own pace.
You’re worried that the conversation will be rough for Kiko - all talk about the guys and what’s going on at the house - but Jimin starts a conversation about the upcoming holiday season.
“Have you ever gone to the festival in town?” he asks. “It opened today, it stays open all month.”
“I go every year,” Bridget says. “It’s the best.”
“What festival?” you ask.
Taehyung answers. “They close off a block along the park every December and deck it out with lights and shit for the holidays, and then vendor stalls open up along there with seasonal goods - fancy hot chocolate food trucks, handknit sweaters, stuff like that.”
“It’s fun at night,” Jimin says. “There’s usually live music, and there’s different food every night. Half of the proceeds go to charity - the children’s hospital, I think.”
“And, of course,” Taehyung adds, a teasing glint in his eyes, “Santa is there.”
“Holy shit, not Santa,” Kiko deadpans.
You nudge her playfully. “Don’t be a killjoy. You know I love Christmas shit.”
Hoseok arrives, as promised, joining your group with a smile. He greets you with a hug, saying, “Oh yeah, Nina’s friend, right?”
“Yep,” you tell him. “I am the person to blame for bringing her to campus.”
He laughs at this. “Have you talked to her lately?”
“No,” you say, realizing it as you say it. “Not in at least a week.”
It’s not much later that you decide to get an actual drink. You excuse yourself and start to head towards the bar, but Taehyung disentangles himself with the group and comes up behind you. He walks with you, just slightly behind, his hand hovering so close to the dip of your lower back that you can feel the heat from his palm.
It’s subtle and respectful and you like it, like he’s claiming you as his, letting every guy in there know you’re his girl, but in such a low-key way. He keeps his hand there as you reach the bar, coming up next to you as you wait to order.
“What’s your drink?” he asks, in that deep voice he gets sometimes, leaning over to be heard over the music and loud conversations around you.
“Captain and coke,” you tell him, thinking he’d order for you both if he found a bartender first. Instead, he knocks on your wallet with his knuckles, wrinkling his face as if to say put that away. You do, biting back a smile.
“Don’t look now,” he says again, not looking at you, still trying to make eye contact with one of the three extremely busy bartenders, “but everyone is watching us.”
“Wow,” you say, fighting the urge to look over your shoulder. “Even Kiko?”
He checks this, looking over his shoulder somewhat merrily. “Yup,” he says. “Even Kiko.”
“Should we give them something to look at?” you ask cheekily.
“Baby, I think we already are,” he says, his hand sliding from the small of your back around to the side of your waist, hand tightening possessively as he tugs you just slightly closer to his side. “I know I’d have something to say if I were watching from over there.”
Baby throws you, just a little. You’re not sure you feel like you two are there yet.
“You have something to say about everything,” you tease, trying to move on, as Taehyung finally gets the chance to order your rum and coke and his beer.
“That’s true,” he allows. “Speaking of which… we need to talk about Yoongi.”
You turn to face him, dislodging his hand from your waist, your eyes wide. “Did he say something?”
Taehyung grimaces. “Not exactly. Jimin went downstairs last night to try to talk to him - they argue a lot, but they’re actually pretty close.”
“What’d he say?” you press, dying to know.
Taehyung gives a little shrug. “Jimin didn’t tell me exactly how the conversation went, but he said that he thinks Yoongi’s upset.”
“Upset why?” you demand, the alcohol fueling your temper. “He ghosted her and she’s the nicest - she doesn’t deserve that -.”
Taehyung places his fingers gently on your arm, and you press your lips together, looking at him testily.
“Jimin thinks he got spooked and panicked,” he explains. “Like, started catching feelings and just short-circuited.”
“Well he needs to boot back up,” you grumble. “At least have the balls to tell her he’s done.”
Taehyung nods, allowing this, as he pays for the drinks the bartender has set before you. “Yeah, I caught him in the kitchen this morning and told him the same thing.”
Your eyes widen again. “You should have led with that,” you tell him, and he laughs, starting to head back towards the table, his arm coming around your waist again. “What exactly did you say?”
“I told him that if he’s out, he’s better off saying that he’s out,” Taehyung says. “And he said…” he pauses for dramatic effect, looking down at you playfully, “that he’s not sure he’s out. So there’s hope!”
“There shouldn’t be hope after radio silence for a full week,” you scowl. “He better show up with six dozen fucking roses to make up for that shit.”
You approach the table again and have to stop that line of conversation. You take your place between your roommates, sipping at the drink Taehyung bought you. As you all continue laughing and talking, you catch Taehyung’s gaze more than once across the table; each little look sending butterflies fluttering from your stomach out to the tips of your limbs. He’s looking at you, he wants you, and sometimes you can barely believe it. There’s warmth, and desire - you’re sure of it, and something oddly warning in his gaze, and each time you lock eyes it’s always you who loses the game of chicken, looking back down at your glass.
When the bell rings for last call, you all head back out to the bar to close out your tabs. Taehyung manages to end up next to you at the bar again, and he bends down to speak quietly to you as you wait for your checks.
“Come back home with me?” he asks, and you can hear the hopefulness in his voice.
You want to; you’d like nothing more than to fall asleep in the quiet of his room, his arms around you, his heartbeat under your fingertips. But Kiko’s face is drawn, her eyes tight, and you get the tingling feeling that something happened tonight.
“I promise, I want to,” you tell him. “But I… don’t think Kiko’s okay. She might not talk to me about it, but I think I should try.”
Taehyung glances sideways at Kiko. You can see him clock her expression, her lips tightly pressed together, her foot tapping anxiously.
“Okay,” he says, straightening back up and losing the bedroom voice. “But soon? Please?”
“I was there two nights ago,” you remind him. He freezes, seeming to calculate the validity of this statement. Then, he laughs.
“Wow, you’re right,” he says. “Felt like longer.”
When you’ve all paid, you make your way outside, waiting for the rides you’ve ordered.
Taehyung stays by Jimin, not coming to keep you warm as you’d kind of expected after the rest of his boyfriend behavior all night. Instead, you wrap yourself around Kiko’s arm, chattering your teeth playfully. She gives you a small, grateful smile.
The car for you girls arrives first. Bridget climbs in and starts scooting over. You’re about to follow when Taehyung grabs your wrist and pulls you back. You smile, knowing what’s coming, and you’re still smiling when his lips find yours. He kisses you hard, but quick, releasing you much faster than you’d have liked.
He looks at you for a minute, and he seems on the verge of saying something, his eyes dancing with the uncertainty of it. You practically hold your breath, nervous.
Your thing - whatever it is - suddenly feels precarious, as if too much weight on either side could send it spiraling.
Finally, he seems to change his mind. He says, “Goodnight, Y/N,” and releases your wrist, allowing you to climb into the car, the intensity of the moment dissipating like summer rain.
–
Back home, in bed, you type a text to Nina. “Went out w/ roomies… hoseok was there. tae was hella boyfriendy all night… and i really liked it ☹️ i am ✨conflicted✨”.
You read it back twice, thinking about how Nina hasn’t asked about Taehyung at all. You erase what you typed, just closing out the messaging app altogether.
Sunday, December 2nd
You wake up gloriously un-hungover - a miracle, considering that you closed out the bar last night. You cross the room and climb into bed with Kiko. She grumbles, but you wrap an arm around her and ask, “Want to talk?”
She grumbles louder, hiding her face in her pillow, but she doesn’t remove your arm. You take that as a good sign.
“Words, Kiko,” you tell her. “Use your words.”
“I’m just mad,” she mutters into her pillow.
You consider this. “Do you want to know what Taehyung told me?” you ask. “Or would you rather I let it go?”
She thinks about this silently. “Not if you think it’ll get my hopes up,” she decides. “I’d rather lick my wounds and move on. I need to get over it, the sooner the better.”
You’re both quiet for a minute, and then you hear her sniffle.
“Kikoooo,” you say, hugging her tighter. “Did something happen? Did he say something to you last night?”
She’s quiet for a long time, but you wait her out. “It sounds so fucking stupid when I say it out loud,” she sighs finally.
“If you’re upset, then it isn’t stupid,” you tell her seriously.
She rolls to look at the ceiling, flinging an arm over her forehead. “He dropped a new track on his Soundcloud last night. Without telling me, or talking to me about it.”
You frown. “Was it your track?”
“No,” she says with a sigh. “I just thought… when he stopped talking to me… I guess I was hoping he’d say something next time he dropped a track. Like that would be the thing that got us talking again. But I guess not.”
You hug her again, though it’s harder now that she rolled over. “I’m sorry,” you whisper finally.
She breathes heavily, brow furrowed in frustration. “It’s fine,” she says, both of you knowing it isn’t. “The track is good. I’ll send it to you.”
You stay there together, not talking, until Bridget wakes up and you start making plans to go eat lunch.
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Snippet: Lion’s Paw [DEMO] - MYG
Touch the lion’s paw only while it sleeps
One hundred fifty nights of your heartbeat
If it all will be forgotten please remember my name
When the floods wash it away will you and I be the same?
Only while it sleeps, only while you sleep
Try it during daylight and I might see the teeth
Only while you sleep, only while I sleep
Touch the lion’s paw but don’t ever speak
I have loved you in silence, never let it be shown
The king of the pride, on the ark he’s alone
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[1:57 PM] You: uhhhhhh 🦁🐾 WE NEED TO DISCUSS
[1:59 PM] You: you can’t facetime me abt it, she’s in the room with me
[2:00 PM] Taehyung: ugh fine
[2:03 PM] Taehyung: i’ve listened to it like five times but idgi. u have thoughts?
[2:04 PM] You: oh, do i. buckle up.
[2:05 PM] You: for starters, it’s a biblical reference? tf???
[2:06 PM] Taehyung: yeah i got that from the floods line and the ark line
[2:09 PM] You: also the one hundred and fifty nights, thats how long they were on the ark… dont ask me why i know that lol
[2:10 PM] You: ANYWAY~
[2:11 PM] You: that last line!!!!!!!! “on the ark he’s alone” IT’S YOONGI, IT’S SYMBOLISM!!!!
[2:12 PM] Taehyung: Yoongi is….. the lion???
[2:14 PM] You: that’s what i think! and he’s alone rn bc he pushed kiko away? like the animals are supposed to be in pairs right but he’s by himself?
[2:16 PM] Taehyung: how tf does your brain do this
[2:17 PM] You: i’m just getting started, i’m full on losing my mind, if i didn’t hate him so much rn i’d say he’s genius for these lyrics pls hold while i type more
[2:19 PM] Taehyung: this convo is already more reading than i planned to do today.
[2:21 PM] You: i’m ignoring that. ok so the line “will u and i be the same?” like if they continue their thing or make it official will it change things between them?
[2:24 PM] You: AND “only while u sleep” like it’s a thing that’s only safe in private, if they were out as a couple it would ruin it?
[2:25 PM] You: also I HAVE LOVED YOU IN SILENCE i’m sorry W H A T?!!!!!!!!!!!!! loved??? we’re talking abt love now????
[2:25 PM] You: ok i’m done
[2:27 PM] You: he’s scared of his feelings!!!! GO TALK TO HIM!!!!!!!
[2:30 PM] Taehyung: i am NOT the right person for this job
[2:31 PM] You: well thats good self awareness i guess
[2:32 PM] Taehyung: …..lemme tell jimin
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