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bestaez · 1 year

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Strangers (Birthday Drabble)

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pairing: ot7 x reader

genre: yandere, horror/thriller

word count: 3k

warnings: unreliable narrator, depressive thoughts, mature themes, obsessive/possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, stalking, non-consensual touching.

summary: It’s been a few months since that fateful night where everything changed. You have been doing your best to heal and get acclimated to your new life at Eden Residence but when a surprise date arrives, you find yourself reevaluating your situation. Moving to the big city certainly wasn’t what you had pictured it to be.

The days you spent at Eden Residence had all blurred together and you weren’t even sure how much time had passed. You knew it had probably been months at this point, but after enough time went by you didn’t care to keep track. The calendar the boys had hung up on the wall had been stuck on September since you moved into your new room.

After that fateful night, the boys had moved you down to the basement. Their reasoning was it was big and safe enough while you were recovering from your injury but you knew they just preferred it because of its advanced door locks. Plus, you didn’t think you’d be able to make it up the stairs that led to the exit of the building. It was the perfect spot to hide you in.

Maybe it was just your trauma response to it all but you had to admit - this room was an upgrade from your last. You were honestly surprised it was part of the same building, they had clearly spent a lot of time renovating it. It had much more space and the boys had decorated as best they could to keep you comfortable. There was a decent-sized bed as well as a couch, table, and TV. The connected bathroom was tiny but it had its own shower which was all you cared about. You were even impressed to see a small kitchenette off to the side equipped with a sink, minifridge and microwave. You didn’t have to use it too often, as most of the time food would be brought down to you or on occasion they would bring you upstairs to eat with the whole group in the kitchen.

“YN~,” A voice sang, breaking you away from your thoughts as the door opened. You were still in bed, not caring to get up just yet. Namjoon, Jungkook, and Jimin all filed into the room as if they owned the place - which technically, they did. “Are you awake, sleeping beauty?”

Your silence and blank stare was all that met them, causing a few chuckles as they were quite used to your negative attitude especially in the mornings. Today, however, they seemed more adamant about getting your attention. Jungkook jumped onto the bed next to you, causing the mattress to bounce under you as you grunted in discomfort. For the most part, they seemed to respect your personal space but there were a few that still fought for your affection.

“Do you know what today is?” Namjoon asked, distracting you from the younger male who was currently throwing his arms around your figure from over the covers and snuggling close. You eyed the taller male from where he stood by the small table helping Jimin unload a bag of breakfast items.

“Should I?”

“Yes!” Jungkook laughed into your neck, causing the surrounding skin to heat and your heart to pick up a bit. You had, for the most part, gotten used to all the forced proximity but you couldn’t help your body’s natural reactions sometimes.

You glanced at Jungkook then back at the other two who were watching you with small smiles before giving them a shrug, not particularly feeling up for a guessing game.

“It’s your birthday!”

You blinked slowly, your mind taking a minute to process that revelation. It felt like a weird dream. How could it be your birthday already?

Before moving here, you had pictured what your first birthday would be like. Back then you were sure you would make lots of friends and that you would be thriving in your adult life in the city. Maybe Jihoon would have taken you out to a fancy restaurant or drinks with friends. Maybe you and Nayeon could have taken a relaxing beach trip. Was it silly that you still kind of wanted that?

Of course, you had never told the boys when your birthday was - or at least, you didn’t recall doing so. But you wouldn’t put it past them to figure that kind of information out. They probably saw it on your ID card or something, which you hadn’t seen since you had been moved to your new room. All of your personal items including your cell phone and laptop had been kept from you and you didn’t know if you would ever get them back. You wondered if your mother had called and you were scared to ask. For all you knew, you were dead to the world.

Jungkook quickly pulled you up and out of bed, walking you towards the en suite bathroom to get ready. Your ankle was still healing from the incident, which explained the small cast you had now adorned. In the beginning, the healing process had been rough. Your brain needed time to process everything that had occurred, so most of that period had been spent in-and-out of consciousness. The boys did their best to aid you through it, from what you could remember anyway - and the irony of the situation wasn’t lost on you at all. They were the ones who put you in this situation and there they were nursing you back to health.

Once you were finally more cognizant and ready to move again, they had awarded you with a pair of crutches to help with walking. A move that they soon after regretted once you started using the metal contraptions on them to keep them out of your personal space. You can still picture the shocked look on Hoseok’s face after he went to give you a hug and you whacked him in the arm with one of the poles. Your beloved crutches were soon confiscated and never returned, which honestly sucked but you still thought it was worth it. And now you didn’t even need them as you could put more pressure on that foot - while still treading lightly.

In your shocked state, you numbly went through the motions of waking up for the day. When you were more alert and refreshed-feeling, you came back out to see the table had been set with lots of tasty looking dishes. Your stomach suddenly felt so empty at the sight of it all and you cursed it for betraying you. It had been a battle getting yourself to eat in the first few weeks here, as you didn’t want to accept any food they had given you in a way of defiance. They had threatened force-feeding a few times but thankfully it didn’t get that far. Eventually, you decided it would be better to just keep your strength rather than to wither away.

“I hope you’re hungry,” Namjoon smiled, holding a hand out for you as he was the closest one to you. You ignored it and took a few steps forward, eyes trained on the table. He took it in stride and hovered next to you, smiling at you brightly as his hand shifted to rest on your lower back.

Once you were all seated, the boys took their time loading up your plate with different pastries and breakfast bites. You recognized the packaging from a cafe near your old job that you had stopped at a few times in your first few weeks here. Holding back an eye roll at the reminder that they were following you back then, you reached for a cheese danish and dug in.

The day had been filled with all your favorite activities. Well, their favorite activities to do with you. After breakfast, Jungkook brought you up to his room to play video games. Despite your lack of experience, you had to admit you were doing a little better at gaming. But you still weren’t on Jungkook’s level and that was clear in the way he seemed to go a little easy on you. Soon enough, Seokjin joined in and took the controller from you - claiming that he would help you beat Jungkook.

Eventually, Jimin came to the rescue and invited you to come do some painting in his room. It was a random and somewhat strange activity to do with him but you found it almost relaxing. He didn’t bother you too much with conversation, instead playing some calming music as you both worked on different canvases.

But, of course, your peaceful bubble had to burst when Taehyung barged in and insisted that it was his turn. His idea of fun was to watch a movie with you back in your room as you had the most comfortable bed and a big TV. You couldn’t argue with him and figured you could probably sneak a nap in there. Yoongi was already in the room when you both arrived, plating some snacks to share. You nibbled while Taehyung searched for a movie to watch, insisting on a rom-com despite your and Yoongi’s protests.

Dozing off at some point in the movie, you awoke to the feeling of someone shaking you awake. Your eyes peeled open to see Hoseok grinning at you.

“Hey, Birthday Girl,” He crooned, smoothing your mussed-up hair back from your face.

“What time is it?” You groaned, pulling away and stretching your muscles with a pop. Taehyung and Yoongi were nowhere to be found, and you wondered at what point they had left.

“Almost dinner time,” he answered, watching you with an adoring look in his eyes. “Wanna come help?”

Knowing it was more of a rhetorical question, you nodded and sat up. He held a hand out for you to take and led you up the stairs. But, instead of taking you to the kitchen like you had assumed, he continued in the direction of upstairs. Your heart stuttered at the thought of going back up there. You hadn’t been there since...

“What’s wrong?” Hoseok asked when he felt the pull from your sudden stop, his eyebrows furrowing as he took in your fearful expression.

“I- I thought, the kitchen… um-“ You swallowed nervously, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Don’t you want to go upstairs?” He argued, the confusion on his face unwavering. You shook your head quickly, a shaky glance at the ominous dark hallway before you. Hoseok noticed this, taking in your glassy eyes before it suddenly dawned on him.

“Oh. You’re scared?” You met his eyes again, feeling unsure if you should confirm his thoughts in fear he might react harshly. “It’s okay. We won’t go in there again, I promise.”

You must not have looked convinced, because he swallowed and looked around for a bit before continuing, “It was supposed to be a surprise but I’ll just tell you. We’re having your birthday dinner on the rooftop!”

You raised your eyebrows at this, definitely not expecting that. You hadn’t been up on the roof since before everything hit the fan. To be honest, you hadn’t even thought about it in a while but you had to say you were surprised they were allowing you to go up there. It’s not like you could run away from there but there was still the risk of you being outside. Who knows what you would encounter?

“You’ll have to act like you didn’t see any of this coming.” Hoseok warns, pulling you in close again as he resumes his ascent up the stairs. Just as you’re facing the door that leads to the rooftop, he turns back and levels you with a look. “Behave.”

Before you could respond, he’s yanking the door open and pulling you out with him. What you see shocks you even more. The rooftop is decked out with beautiful decorations - purple metallic tablecloth with matching streamers and balloons. There’s little fairy lights strewn on the walls and a make-shift sign that says, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YN!”

Your eyes flutter quickly as you take it all in, whisking away the stray tears that snuck out against your wishes. You didn’t mean to get emotional but you just couldn’t believe the lengths they had gone to make your day special. It wasn’t a good birthday by any means - you were being held captive here for goodness’s sake. But something about the way they took care of you, way more than the two people you were closest to had in the past few months had. It was hitting you hard that the only people that would do this for you were a bunch of love-crazed psychopaths.

Namjoon met you by the door and guided you over to the table, seating you where the younger boys were just finishing setting up. Jimin ruffled your hair as you sat down and Jungkook snuck a hug in from behind. You barely even reacted, too busy taking it all in and used to their antics by now.

The dinner was delicious as usual, with plenty of all your favorite meats and side dishes. You would never admit it out loud, but your roommates were great cooks. Well, most of them anyway. Namjoon seemed to be banned from the kitchen while Taehyung and Jungkook tried their absolute best to not be burdened with the task of cooking.

After the meal, the dishes were cleared away to make room for presents. You couldn’t hold in your surprise at seeing the wide array of boxes and bags, not expecting to see such a display. Judging by their excited faces, they clearly had been looking forward to spoiling you. You didn’t really know how to feel, never really being a fan of receiving gifts anyway. And now they were coming from your former-roommates-turned-captors? It was definitely an uncomfortable position.

The first bag was from Seokjin filled with clothes and you were impressed to find they actually fit your style, a mix of comfort and casual chic. The next few were a number of books from Namjoon, who was clearly trying to contain his excitement over sharing them with you. Jimin gave you some adult coloring books with an assortment of fancy-looking color pencils. Jungkook’s video game gift was actually quite useful as its main theme was fitness which he claimed would help give you a little physical therapy. Taehyung’s bag was a mix of all your favorite snacks and sweets. Hoseok gave you an ipod, which he had already loaded a vast library onto as well as a few of his own songs. You couldn’t help but feel a little touched by Yoongi’s gift, a leather-bound journal and set of pens.

The next box you found no one claimed, which only raised your suspicions as they all looked on curiously. Opening the lid slowly, you blinked in shock upon seeing the expensive-looking lace purple material laying on tissue paper. You immediately closed the box with a gasp, not allowing any of the boys to see its contents beforehand in hopes of preventing any further embarrassment. But, of course, they wouldn’t let it go - not if your dramatic reaction and red face said anything.

The box was quickly grasped by some of the older boys, whose confused frowns quickly morphed into a mix of understanding, amusement, and irritation. Yoongi shared a knowing look with Jimin that made the younger start to snicker, before quickly being silenced by Namjoon’s glare.

“One more gift! This one’s my favorite,” Taehyung exclaimed excitedly, bouncing slightly as he watched Jungkook pull out a small white box and place it in front of you. This one looked normal enough like perhaps jewelry or something. Holding in your sigh, you quickly opened it to see a shimmering gold bracelet laying there neatly. Your mouth parted and closed a few times, feeling struck dumb by what you saw.

This was Nayeon’s bracelet.

“Here, let me help you.” Yoongi offered when you had stared at it in silence for too long, plucking it out of the box and pulling your hand closer to give him better access.

A shiver ran down your back as he clasped the gold bracelet around your wrist, the cold metal giving your skin a shock. You could only gaze at it solemnly, finding it strange to see it on your arm instead of Nayeon’s. This was one of her favorite pieces - she had worn it as long as you had known her.

“It looks much prettier on you, darling.” Your eyes flicked up to meet Namjoon’s, his plump lips stretching into a smile that made your heart pound louder in your chest.

You didn’t know how to respond, lips pressed shut as your gaze fell back on the affronting jewelry. You almost thought you could get away with your silence until a finger tilted your head back up, thumb pressing into your chin forcefully.

“What do you say?” The dark look in Hoseok’s eyes was enough to make you shiver again, not liking the emptiness you saw in them.

“Thank you.” Your voice was wobbly but you hoped it would be enough to appease him and judging by the way their faces lit up, you believed it did.

You weren’t expecting them to suddenly bombard you with affection, kisses pressed to your cheeks and forehead as well as one to your lips that Taehyung snuck in. You blinked in surprise, feeling your cheeks heat up as Seokjin smacked the younger male’s head for being sneaky.

This whole day had been a whirlwind. You still couldn’t believe you were spending your birthday like this. And now looking down at your new gift, you felt such a heaviness in your heart. Before you could stop it, your eyes were welling up with emotions you couldn’t quite process. You tried to blink them away but it seems they didn’t go unnoticed.

“Oh, sweetheart. I know.” Seokjin pulled you in for a hug, his strong arm rubbing your back soothingly as if he wasn’t one of the causes for your pain.

“We love you, YN. Happy Birthday.”

A/N: hello!!!! i know it’s been a little while but i wanted to give you guys a little surprise drabble

also shoutout to the readers who helped give me inspo for this drabble! you all sent me such great ideas and i hope it came out how you pictured :)

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strawbearytae · 2 years

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stigma📎

“popular”! jungkook x underclassman! reader

genre: angst, hurt no comfort

synopsis: A lazy date between you and Jungkook is interrupted by Jimin. It would be the first time your best friend meets your boyfriend. The confrontation is already nerve-wrecking even without that fact that the two of you have your masks off.

series: part of my papercuts smau

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Giggling as Jungkook proceeded to whisk the bowl though half the contents were stuck to his shirt, you continued to take pictures of him. After deciding to skip class (how responsible of you two) since the two of you had already completed the next two weeks' worth of projects, you and Jungkook decided to try the thing you were both bad at while the other teaches. Which was cooking for you and baking for him. The lasagna you made wasn’t too bad, a little burnt on the side because your supposed teacher for it decided to lay you down on the counter and make out with you instead of watching the oven as he ought to have.

“Yah.” Jungkook pouted as he blew a stray bang away from his face with a faux glare, “Stop taking pictures of me and teach me how to do this.”

“But this is so much more fun.” You smiled as you snapped another picture of his expression. “You’re so cute.”

You saw Jungkook’s face heat up with your phone, “y-yah! Don’t say stuff like that so easily.”

You practically grinned, “I’m not. I’m just telling the truth about my boyfriend.”

Jungkook bit his lip and looked away, obviously enjoying hearing you call him your boyfriend. For the last few weeks that the title had been given to him, he had been collecting those small moments when you called that. He always blushed underneath his mask before answering in a stuttering tone, which was why you referred to him as that in the first place. He practically obsessed over those little moments, replaying the slight roll of your r’s when you said “boyfriend.” Sometimes he wondered how “Jungkook” would sound from your lips.

“Yah~” You went over and clasped your arms around his waist, “Don’t look away.”

Jungkook continued to look above you, making you huff.

“Ju-Jaegguk.” You quickly caught yourself, “Please?”

“Hey Y/N are Mimi’s files on the coffee table-”

The quick shuffling of feet, the hasty voice, the door slamming open with the shoes clumsily thrown off moments before should’ve been a warning sign. An alarm to the storm that was about to unleash in your apartment, one that you could’ve avoided. One that you should have.

But you didn’t. And now you, Jungkook and Jimin were all staring at each other as Jimin reached for Mimi’s files on the coffee table. Jimin’s eyes bounced between you and Jungkook, expression shifting somewhere between confusion and bewilderment to a twisted gleam of realization.

Jungkook went white as he shifted his gaze at you. You couldn’t bear to return his stare.

Jimin was first to speak, “What is he doing here?”

You urged yourself to speak without shaking, “He’s my boyfriend.”

Jimin’s eyes furrowed, “I thought Jaegguk was your boyfriend.”

“Yes.” You nearly whispered, “He is.”

The silence was suffocating, Jungkook’s arms slightly shifted to grasp your waist. That move didn’t go unnoticed by Jimin.

“You’ve been dating Jungkook this whole time?!” Jimin took a step back as if the news had been physically blowing, “Him? Out of everyone in the world, him?” Jimin’s voice cracked into a shriek, “Again?”

“I didn’t know.” You pleaded, “We didn’t know. Not at first.”

Jungkook nodded with you in agreement.

“Since when.” Jimin demanded, “Since when did you know you were dating someone that broke your heart? Since when you decided to give your fucking heart to someone that broke your trust and literally pushed you into nearly killing yourself?” Your eyes widened, “Don’t act like I didn’t know, Y/N.” Jimin glared with glistening eyes, “I saw how you stopped eating and started obsessing over how you look. We heard your little mantra, Y/N. We all did. Tae, Miya and Yoongi hyung, we all noticed.

“Why...” You felt your knees sway, “Why didn’t any of you say anything?”

Jimin scoffed, sniffing, “You think we didn’t? How about all the times we asked you to stop going to the gym, that you were pushing yourself too hard? How about all the times that Miya coaxed you to get out of bed before you wasted yourself away from only leaving for class and exercise?” You saw Jimin’s fists shake, “How about all the times Tae, Yoongi hyung and I brought you food, complimented you, and tried to convince you to stop. The times that Tae requested you to make so many fucking cupcakes even though he hates carrot cake just so you’d eat one? You never did. You never looked at what we were trying to help you with. You didn’t even notice; you just mumbled your stupid mantra to yourself and pushed all of us away.”

Jimin was right. You never noticed your friends’ efforts to help you or little nudges for therapy. You had only been focused on yourself and presenting yourself as a perfect little packaged doll. You never noticed things beyond your own peripheral before you met Jungkook again. You were tunnel-visioned to fulfill your own delusion at the cost of your friends.

You were a shitty friend if you could call yourself that even.

Jimin’s voice went heavy, “And when we finally thought you were doing better, you’re out with this” he pointed to Jungkook, “Fucker again? After he started all this shit for you?”

“I didn’t know.” You whispered, stepping away from Jungkook to Jimin. Pleading him to give you a chance to explain, to apologize, “Jimin, I’m sorry-”

“No.” Jimin shielded himself, “I can’t do this, Y/N. You-” He let out a strangled sound before pushing his hair out of his face, “I don’t want to tell you what to do, Y/N. I love you. You’re one of my best friends but how... could you keep this from me. After everything he put you through.” He sent Jungkook a glare over his shoulder, you didn’t notice Jungkook lowering his head in shame.

“Woah, guys we’re gonna get a noise complaint-” Taehyung shuffled into your apartment, immediately freezing at the sight of Jimin’s angry tears. “Shit.”

Jimin snapped back to face Taehyung, “You knew?”

Taehyung curled his lips, “Only recently...”

“You got to be fuckin kidding me.”

“Jimin!” Taehyung called out after him as he stormed out of the apartment. He looked at you and Jungkook, “He’s knows?”

You bit your lip, “Yes.”

“Jungkook?”

“Yeah?” His voice was shaky.

“You knew?”

Jungkook lowered his head even further.

“Did. You. Know?” Taehyung’s voice had a dangerous edge to it.

“Yes.” Jungkook whispered.

“Since when.” Taehyung nearly snarled.

His gaze shifted over to you before they it went back down to the floor, “Since before Y/N knew.”

You snapped your head back to him, “What?!” Jungkook didn’t respond as Taehyung left, “You knew?”

Jungkook nodded hesitantly.

“You knew that I knew what this was.” You motioned to the two of you, “You knew?”

“Yes.”

You focused your gaze at him, tears of frustration building up in your eyes. “Why didn’t you say anything? We-” You took in a sharp breath, “We were just lying to ourselves, weren’t we?”

“Y/N, no I-” Jungkook reached out his hands for you before you smacked them away.

“This wasn’t going to work out, was it?” You leaned your head back before you looked at him again. His back was hunched over, and his hands were clasped in front of him like a disciplined child, “It was just a lie.”

“Y/N...” He pleaded, “I didn’t want to make you feel bad for me. I didn’t want to make you feel like you had to stay, I didn’t want to make you choose between you and your friends, I just wanted to wait until everything settled down before we talked-”

“What so you take away my choice to decide?” You willed yourself not to cry as angry tears pricked from your eyes, “You knew that I would stay, Jungkook. You knew that I would choose you and that would do everything in my power to make my friends understand. You-” You looked away from him, “You didn’t make that choice to protect me, Jungkook.” He opened his mouth to protest but you continued, “You made that choice because you didn’t want to be responsible, just like last time.”

Those last four words made him clamp his mouth shut.

Perhaps you were right. Jungkook didn’t want to be held responsible for spiraling your life. Like he did in high school, he didn’t want to make you choose. He didn’t want you to be brought into his orbit of insults from his ex-classmates or the flood of insecurities he carried. He just wanted to wait until everything popped, to be able to live like nothing happened, that there were no issues, before everything came to light. A part of him knew that if he talked to you, everything could have solved itself. But what guarantee did he have? His last experience with a relationship had consequences that lasted for the last 3 years. He only knew what an ugly ending was like, and he presumed that that was the only ending he deserved.

He hadn’t stopped the bomb because he expected the fallout as he did. Always.

You clenched your fists at his silence, “Jungkook.”

His ears perked at the sound of his name. His real name. But unlike the times that he imagined you saying it as you gigglrf “Jaegguk” with the slow, lazy “ook” that was laced with adoration, you said it with disappointment. With resentment.

“I’m tired.” You sighed, “I’m tired of us being like this. I’m tired of us not working out. I’m tired of the lies that we told to keep each other. We built so much trust in this, we invested our secrets and confessions but the very foundation of everything was a lie.”

“Y/N, please-”

“I don’t want to do this.” You cried, “Why was it you? Why did it have to be you?” You nearly pleaded, “Why is it always you?”

“I’m sorry.” Jungkook pleaded automatically, “I’m sorry, Y/N. I am so sorry.”

“No, Jungkook.” His name on your lips seemed to wound him further, “I’m sorry.” You walked to your room and shut the door.

He didn’t stop you.

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synopsis: flirting with your crush of 3 years wasn’t something you thought of when first getting twitter, a nasty breakup wasn’t what you expected either… but why is it that after 3 years and loads of droning on self-improvement and trying to become “that” girl, your gym buddy reminds you of the one person you wanted to forget?

a/n: Sorry if this is such low quality, I haven’t had the time to really edit these past few weeks. I have applications due in about two weeks so everything has been very hectic. Thank you to everyone who asked me if I’m alright! I’m not dead (yet!). Please hit that rblg button as a pat on the head for me for a good job (•ᴗ•◍)!

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ahundredtimesover · 2 years

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A Still Day or A Hurricane (09) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: single mom lawyer!OC x pastry chef!Jungkook; angst, fluff, smut; age gap

Chapter Warnings: foul/explicit language; single parenthood, motherhood; mention of a sexual harassment case, inaccurate law stuff im sry; they’re becoming adults now guys; insecurities; infidelity; eventual smut (18+)

Chapter Word count: 12.5k

Status: Completed

Series summary: Driven by your perfectionist attitude and need to have everything in order, you planned that by age 30, you’d have made junior partner, bought your own apartment, and have children. You achieved them, of course, and while the last bit required you to take matters into your own hands - no thanks to your ex-boyfriend who dumped you but to your best friend who directed you to a fertility clinic - you’re now a 31-year old who pretty much has her life under control. You’re ready to raise your child on your own, that is, until the 20-something pastry chef flirts his way into your heart, messing up the perfect little life you worked so hard to have for yourself.

A/N: Thank you for your lovely messages this past day! I could only hope that this chapter brings comfort to you, reader, as much as you’ve given it to me. Please enjoy! 🌸🌸

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Park Jimin doesn’t intimidate you. Even with his sass and brilliant mind, and even knowing of his occasional judgey attitude, he doesn’t affect you. He doesn’t make you anxious, but right now, you can’t bring yourself to look him in the eye.

You promptly receive the case files you asked him to collate last week, and while you usually go through them first to see if he missed anything, today, you merely say your thanks, nervous eyes focused on the report you’re reviewing.

You feel his gaze on you, and if you were brave enough, you’d see that it’s marked with desperation, and not the frustration you were expecting.

“Feels like deja vu, huh?” He says, as he stands by your desk, hands in his pockets, hoping you’d look at him.

“___, I thought everything was okay. You and Jungkook seemed like you were finally heading somewhere. He said he saw you leaving the store upset and you haven’t replied nor picked up his calls.”

You try to keep your resolve, going over the words on the paper but not knowing what they mean.

It’s hard to talk about it. Last weekend when you had your mom, and then Byeol, over at your place, all you did was cry. You saw Yun-seo with his family, that’s all you divulged. Even holding Heejin was hard because of what he said, that you only had her to prove a point, because at your core is a selfish woman who always has to do everything on her own.

By Wednesday, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. Perhaps you just needed time to absorb what happened, let yourself feel things and see what you can resolve on your own. That’s how you always did things, even after the breakup all those years ago. But not this time. Yun-seo knew how to hurt you, and he did it without remorse, bringing your daughter - your whole world - into the picture, and that’s what cut you deep.

“Heejin is the sweetest, most joyful child because of how you love her, you know that, right?” Your mother reminded you then, her own heart breaking at the sight of her daughter doubting herself.

“And that love is everything but selfish. It’s sincere and kind and beautiful, honey. Because that’s what you are,” she added. “He only said those because he can’t say the same thing about himself. He’s a coward and he’s weak and people like that shouldn’t bring you down. Only you know what you went through so don’t let him take anything from you - not your strength, not your self-respect, and definitely not your love for your angel.”

That night, your mother and your best friend refuted every single thing that Yun-seo said. Of course, with the occasional “he’s a cheater and no one should ever trust the words of one” by Byeol.

You knew they were right; you had days to process everything and you just needed them on the days you feel unlovable and remind you what love that heals feels like.

“___, you know I don’t like meddling but—”

“Yun-seo was cheating on me,” you interject Jimin. “With his neighbor who’s now his wife. And they have two kids.”

You finally look Jimin in the eyes and see something you rarely do - anger.

It’s immediate as he processes the words. You were working closely together when you were with Yun-seo, and Jimin knew how much love and effort you put into your relationship, and to know what really happened all those years ago makes him feel betrayed for you.

Jimin’s face softens, the desire to drown you in his embrace and comfort you getting stronger.

“I’m so, so sorry, ___. You didn’t deserve that,” he says.

“I know. It’s been years but it’s like forcing open a wound that has long healed. And that still hurts.”

For you to have kept this for a week means you didn’t want to talk about it, and Jimin is sure it’s why you’d kept Jungkook in the dark again. As your friend and colleague, he knows there’s more to say, but the last thing he wants is you losing focus at work, so he sits back down and urges you to look at him.

“I know you tend to prefer dealing with these things on your own but, would you let me, Jin, and Yoongi be there for you tonight?” He asks. “Just a round of bashing and reminding you of how amazing you are over drinks. It might stop us from crashing that asshole’s place.”

You know you need your friends, not just to help you get over what happened last week, but more so to help you move forward. You still haven’t spoken to Jungkook and you miss him terribly, but you don’t know how to face him.

“Better to not have a case filed against you, guys,” you manage a chuckle. “Sure, my place for dinner. No working late hours tonight, okay?”

“Got it, boss,” Jimin smiles. “I’ll let them know.”

He heads out and shortly after, you’ve got all 3 men messaging your group chat about tonight.

“We got you, okay?” Jin says over the phone after a quick conversation about a client. “Don’t give up on men just yet. There are good ones next to you.”

Opening the door, you lead your friends inside your apartment at the end of the day. Jin insisted that you leave early so you could pick up Heejin at daycare, and you drove her to a candy shop to make up for how you’d been the whole week - a little distant, and not the mother you wanted to be for her.

You know she’s too young to understand things, but she looks to you all the time and models what she sees. She laughs when you’re happy, cries when you cry; she’s upset when you are, and now that you’re at least not perpetually sulking, she’s started to smile, too.

“Min!” Heejin squeals as she runs to Yoongi who’s bent down to give her a hug.

“Yah! Respect your elders,” he jokes. “Seriously, when is she going to call me uncle?” He turns to you.

“When she turns 5, probably, or when I start calling you one. Whichever comes first,” you tease, smiling at your daughter as she hugs the rest of your friends, yelling out Park and Jin.

“But she calls even my mom, mom, so I doubt she’d change. This bubba loves me too much,” you say, catching yourself wondering at the thought.

Heejin is a lot like you, and you could only hope she takes only the best parts of you, not the ones that people leave you for.

The three men instruct you to stay seated as they prepare the dinner and drinks they bought. Plates of grilled premium meat and a big bowl of stew lay on your table, with Jin’s expensive wine, Yoongi’s favorite whiskey, and the usual Soju as options for tonight. It’s midway through when Jimin finally asks how you are, and you try, as calmly as you can, to open up about what happened last week.

You see the anger in their eyes as you narrate the gist of what transpired, mentioning the words that Yun-seo used against you, which ultimately provided the reason as to why he was unfaithful.

“And with the things he said I just… I felt so terrible, like they weren’t me but they were me, like a version of myself he chose to see but even then, it was still me. And I couldn’t see Jungkook because I feel so humiliated and scared,” you add, quickly wiping away the lone tear that falls.

Avoiding him had been your immediate response. Wanting to be in Jungkook’s presence after a long, tiring day is one thing; being with him when you’d been split open to reveal the worst sides of you is another.

Yun-seo is a bitter man who doesn’t deserve anything from you, but he meant so much to you at one point, thought of him as the person you’d be with for a time, and you to him as well. For a past lover - no matter how he is - to say what he said to you, it makes you worried about any hint of truth in his words. And the last thing you want is for Jungkook to walk away from you because of them.

“Hey, whatever that asshole said, he’s wrong,” Jimin says. “And whatever it is you’re thinking about Jungkook that’s keeping you from seeing him, you’re wrong. He’s been so worried about you, ___. You should know that whatever it is, all he wants is to be with you.”

“I know. I just can’t shake things off,” you sigh, turning to Heejin in her high-chair who’s reaching her hand out for your glass of wine, pouting when you hand her her sippy cup instead. “And I can’t let him see me like this, not when I’m a mess and hurt and angry.”

“All the more you need him, then, don’t you think?” Jimin responds. “I’m pretty sure he’d wanna beat the crap out of Yun-seo but more than that, he’d want to be there for you. You know he would.”

“You know he still likes you, right? I mean, it’s glaringly obvious. He’d chat me up about you when I get coffee sometimes and he’s just heart eyes every time, asking if you’re kicking ass in court again or humiliating some maniac on the street,” Yoongi pipes in.

“And I’m a lot more than the things he likes about me,” you admit. “I mean, I pushed him away and now I’m doing it again. Some things I can’t outgrow, I guess. Why would he still want me?”

It’s rare for you to be like this, to think so lowly of yourself. You’re never one to state that you don’t deserve anything that’s good, and it’s how your friends know that you do like Jungkook, perhaps even more than you know. One’s desire for something can be seen in how scared they are to lose it, so much so that they’d rather not have any of it at all.

But they need you to admit what you feel. Right now, you’re blinded by fear of what you think Jungkook will think of you, that you’re not realizing what’s hidden underneath, that you’re scared because you want him to stay. You’re scared because you want him to see the best of you because someone had seen the worst and he left you for someone else.

“Maybe if you stop to think what he’s done for you all this time, you’d realize that he would still want you,” Yoongi says. “You said it, you pushed him away. Twice. And he’s the one who stuck around even when it hurt. And he’s the same man who still wants to be there for you even if you’re breaking his heart again.”

“Can you be honest with us this once,” Jin says. “What exactly do you feel for Jungkook? And why is it so hard for you to admit it? You two spend so much time together and flirt like you’re a couple but you can’t bring yourself to go anywhere else that isn’t where you are right now. ___, you’ve got to move at some point. Right here will get you nowhere.”

“Because right here is safe,” you finally admit. “Right here is easier. Neither of us is required to give more. We can let our actions mean whatever we want. I can be how I choose to be to him without feeling like I should show the parts of me that I don’t like. We can hold onto our feelings on our own and just show what we’re comfortable showing. No need to expect. No one gets disappointed. That… that’s easier.”

“Is it, really? Then why are you struggling right now?” Jin counters.

Last Wednesday with your mom and Byeol was about comforting you, reminding you of who you are at your core, and that you’re loved no matter what other people say. You knew that agreeing to tonight is about your trusted friends challenging you to open up, knowing that at the end of the day, your walls could crumble but they’d be there to help keep you safe without the shield that you hold onto so you won’t get hurt, so you won’t disappoint yourself.

“You know how I’m so scared of failure?” You turn to them. “I’m ambitious and everything but I’m strategic about it. I won’t get into something I know I’ll fail at. It’s my basic fear - letting people down. If I know I won’t do well in it, I won’t even give it the time of day.”

Your friends hum in agreement. It’s who you are at work, it’s who you are outside of it.

“It’s like that with relationships. Yun-seo and I were friends before we got together, and he fell in love with the version of me he’d seen,” you continue. “He thought that person was good enough to love and he did. But Jungkook, he crashed into my life with his heart in his hands, ready to give it to me and willing to take mine in his from the get-go and I just didn’t know what to do with it.”

You sigh, your heart suddenly pounding as things make sense to you as you speak.

“This image he has of me is someone who’s strong and a lot of good things and I guess that makes me attractive to him but I’m not all that. You guys have seen it firsthand,” you explain.

“Aside from when I was giving birth, Jungkook never saw me struggle because I didn’t want him to. Even when I was pregnant. And when I had Heejin, he wasn’t around to see how hard it was for me, panicking because she was barely speaking, crying because she kept crying. He only saw me when I had it together and not when I was falling apart.”

“You didn’t think he’d stick around, did you?” Jin asks. “When you turned him down the first time, and the second, you didn’t expect him to still be willing to be friends, to help you out when you needed him, to be what you needed him to be. That’s why you were only showing the good parts, because you didn’t think he’d stay.”

“Seeing him with Yae-won was what I needed to remind me that I did the right thing keeping him at bay,” you add. “He moved on and at least I didn’t show more of myself before he went on to be with someone else.”

“But then he moved back here without her, and he was back to sticking around, and now you’re pushing him away and he’s still there, just waiting,” Jin points out.

“You didn’t have to show him the parts of you that you don’t like; he experienced them, ___. He experienced you when you were stubborn, when you were too focused on your plans, and now when you’re scared and hurt. It’s just that he’s not next to you like we are, but he’s right there, and he still wants you. Doesn’t that say enough?”

You look at Jin and for all the times you two had exchanged not too kind words at each other, you’re thankful you get to hear this from him. Because he’s right.

Any guy who didn’t care enough would’ve walked away at the first rejection. Jungkook had not only respected your wishes, but he also stood by to let you know that when you needed him, he’d still be around. As your friend. As whatever you were ready for him to be.

“Tell me, ___,” Yoongi says this time. “If you tell Jungkook one more time that you don’t want him around and he really does stop, he really does cut all ties with you, and he really does move on with someone else, how would you feel?”

The tears are immediate at Yoongi’s words, and it’s all they need to know.

“We get that you’re scared, ___,” Yoongi sighs, passing you some tissues. “But you aren’t going to fail him by opening yourself up to him. That’s not how you fail someone, that’s how you let them learn to love you. That’s how you ask them to stay, because then you trust them enough to still want you even when you don’t feel like you’re the most likeable person in the world.”

Yoongi’s words hit hard, and your pouty face causes all men to laugh, even more when they see Heejin starting to cry, too. You take her in your arms and hug her tightly, letting her warmth fill you as she mumbles “Mama, no cry!”

“She’s sick of me crying this whole week,” you sniff. “I’ve never cried this much in my life.”

“Was it because of what Yun-seo did and said or because of what it meant to you in relation to Jungkook?” Jimin wonders out loud.

“I gave myself two days to sulk about what Yun-seo did and said and the next ones were just me… missing Jungkook,” you admit. “But being too scared to face him.”

“Are you still?” Jin asks, and you respond with a nod.

“But you’re right. I can’t keep staying right here. Because then he wouldn’t know that right next to him is what I want,” you say. “I just want to make sure that I have nothing else to hide, and that he’d want me anyway.”

“Okay, then what’s the plan?” Jimin asks, the smile forming on his face, quite infectious.

“Storm in the cafe tomorrow and ask him out.”

The men chuckle and you give them a puzzling look. The clarity is immediate and like how you always are, you think of a goal and the plan builds up on its own in your mind and you just have to do it.

“I’m serious,” you say. “I don’t want to fail him anymore. Heejin and I can’t have that.”

You enter Blue Side the next morning with a mission. Shaking from nervousness more than the cold, you let the warmth of the cafe temporarily comfort you before facing Jungkook.

You’re not surprised he’s not the one on the counter, but you know he’s here; Jimin did say that Jungkook has been taking full day shifts to get his mind off you, although he reckons it’s probably his friend hoping you’d give in and pass by for some dessert.

Dea looks at you cautiously with a hint of disappointment on her face. She’s Jungkook’s age but she’s always treated him like a little brother, and she’s told you enough stories about him sulking in the cafe and burning caramels and fillings during the time you ghosted him. You won’t be surprised if you’re not her favorite person right now.

“Hi, I, uh,” you peek at the display counter. “Can I get a whole cheesecake, please? The classic one.”

“Is there anything else?” She says with a leveled voice.

“Yes. Can I have your head pastry chef do some lettering on it?”

“We don’t do that,” she replies dryly.

“Can I, uh,” you stammer, trying to come up with something else, your eyes flitting to the kitchen door that you hope will open soon. If you need to stand here until he comes out, then you will.

Dea sighs loudly and says your name. “Are you trying to see him so you could tell him you don’t want him again or so you could apologize?”

“Definitely not the first one. I do want to apologize, and maybe something more,” you respond, your lips slowly turning up to mirror Dea’s.

“Fine. Hey, kid,” he nudges the new employee next to her. “Get Jeon out here. Say that Mrs. Choi wants him to customize a cake so he should bring his piping bag.”

“Why me?” He asks nervously. “We don’t do that piping thing.”

“We don’t, so if I ask him, he’ll tell me off but you’re new so he’ll be nice, and he’ll follow you. So go.”

The young man nods upon realizing she’s right, so he walks to the kitchen, leaving you with Dea who’s chuckling at you.

“Thanks for coming. I like having Jeon here everyday but not when he’s snappy and not laughing. He’s annoying when he’s not happy,” she chuckles, processing your order.

Now that’s one version of him you haven’t seen. You wonder how he is when he’s not his usual silly self. Maybe he’ll let you see it one day.

The door opens and your face perks up, quickly falling at his frowning face, as if he’s not all too happy to see you.

“I guess the kid over there heard the wrong name,” Jungkook glares at Dea who shrugs and tries to act innocent.

“What do you want written on the cake, Ms. Kim?” Jungkook asks too professionally, piping bag in his hand and ready to start.

“Jeon Jungkook, please have lunch with me,” you say.

He looks up at you warily. “What?”

“That’s what I want written down - Jeon Jungkook, please have lunch with me,” you clarify.

“Why?”

“To make up for avoiding you. Again. And to say how sorry I am and explain myself to you because you deserve that. And also because, uh, Heejin misses you,” you reason. “So, uh, would you like to have lunch with me?”

“Huh,” he cocks an eyebrow, his tongue poking his inner cheek. “Depends on where it will lead.”

“A date, hopefully. And then another one and maybe another one,” you say nervously.

“I thought that wasn’t part of your plan,” he says, his face slightly falling.

“It wasn’t. You weren’t. But you kinda crashed into my life and messed a lot of things up and I… uh, I liked it. A lot. And a week without you has been terrible and dull,” you admit.

“So Heejin’s not the only one missing me?”

“Definitely not. Her mother does, too.”

“Okay, so… lunch and then a date?” He turns hopeful. “Spending time with you doing whatever? Getting to know you better in the process?”

“Hopefully, yes. If it’s something you still want, but I understand if you don’t anymore,” your voice cracks a little. “And if you agree, then you have to know that I tend to be rigid and uptight sometimes,” you start to ramble, thankful for the slow morning today at the cafe.

“I like things done my way and sometimes I won’t budge, but I try. I get blunt and serious often and I’m not always the most fun person to be around. I obsess over the littlest things and spend too much time worrying. I also have the most beautiful little angel of a daughter who is the love of my life and will come first all the time and I’m still learning to be a mother and I’m probably not gonna be the best girlfriend at the start but—”

“Girlfriend?” He asks, his doe-eyes blinding you with how wide they’d gotten.

“Well, that’s why I’m hoping for a date. For you to make up your mind if you want me to be one and—”

You’re cut off by the cheesecake being pushed in front of you with a messily-lettered YES on top and you can’t help the smile that immediately forms on your face. You turn to face him and he has a shy one in his, too, and you missed it terribly.

“You really mean that?” You bite your lip.

“___, I didn’t wait for you everyday the past week just to turn away from you,” he admits. “I’m not that hard to get rid of. And you’re not an easy person to give up on.”

“Okay, good,” you mumble, feeling your cheeks burn but also wanting to cry at the same time. “Uhm, here’s the cake that I bought for you,” you say, pushing the cake towards him.

“Hey, hey. Enjoy this with me,” he offers, slightly pulling on your wrist.

You’re tempted to stay. And maybe drown in those eyes that haven’t lost their glimmer as they look at you, and it’s the hope you hang onto as a reminder that you haven’t lost him yet, that you haven’t completely screwed everything up.

“I’d love to but I have to pick up Heejin from Joon’s and then watch Tae’s show. I left her there because I didn’t want to use her just so you’d say yes to me.”

“I would say yes either way.”

“You scared me a bit there, though,” you pout, and he thinks you’re the most adorable like this.

“I still gave in pretty quickly. So, uh, lunch?”

“Tomorrow, at the indoor park. The weather will be nice and Heejin hasn’t forgiven me for last week. I won’t cowardly run away again, I promise.”

“Okay,” he smiles, playing with his lip ring that you know he does when he’s nervous.

“I’ll take care of everything, don’t worry. And she’ll be joining us for every date, is that okay?”

“Of course,” he answers excitedly, and with the way he looks, you just want tomorrow to come quicker.

He slices the cake into two, leaving the bigger size with the word yes and gives it to you in a to-go package.

“I’ll see you, okay?” You say.

“I’ll see you,” he replies, with his heart in his throat and then in his hands, beating erratically at the thought of spending tomorrow with you.

Jungkook fidgets with his phone, leg shaking as he sits on one of the benches as he waits for you. It’s 15 minutes past the time you asked to meet but you’re still not here. He knows you’re going to show up, but he still can’t help the nervousness he feels.

This is where you were supposed to spend last Saturday, after all, and he’d been here half an hour ago just to make sure that whatever happened last time, he’d be here early enough to keep you from leaving in case it happened again.

His phone rings and he’s appeased when you say that you’re not standing him up and that you’re actually walking towards the indoor park already. He sighs in relief and you chuckle, saying you’ll be there soon before hanging up.

Yesterday felt surreal for Jungkook. He was looking forward to last Saturday when all three of you were supposed to have that date you agreed on, but you ran out the store earlier that day and didn’t look back.

The entire week of unanswered calls and unopened text messages felt like deja vu. He was distraught, that’s for sure, and it felt like deja vu to his friends and colleagues, too. He had no idea what had happened, and other than your mother saying then that something had come up, he didn’t know anything else. None of your friends from work seemed to know, either.

He took full-day shifts every single day at work just to wait for you to drop by, but you never did. It’s like he felt your absence much more the past week than he did the 2 years he was away, and he felt his heart breaking for every day that he didn’t hear from you.

But like always, he waited around. His phone was stuck to him like glue in case you decided to call. He’d send a message each day just so you knew he was thinking about you but he never got a text back. So when he saw you standing in front of the counter with an unsure look on your face yesterday, it felt like a dream.

You were right on time, though, because one more day and he didn’t think he would’ve managed. He tried to act tough but he’s long realized that when it comes to you, that’s the hardest thing for him to be.

He’s weak for you when you’re being your decisive, uncompromising self, but something about you being coy and flustered makes his heart flip and his head dizzy. It’s as if you were fumbling, afraid he’d turn you down, even if he thinks it’s silly you’d even doubt him.

When you’d said something about being his girlfriend, his brain short-circuited. It’s what he always hoped you’d be but never really pushed for, always just content with what you could offer.

He knows your straightforward nature would tell him off if you don’t want him around - you did that, he reminds himself - but that you’d also tell him if you finally want more. It felt like you were both skirting around the idea for all the months since he got back, and though confusing at times, Jungkook lives for every single moment he has with you.

It’s like you wanted to keep him at a distance but you let him in your and Heejin’s world enough to let him know that unlike before, you’re a little more flexible this time. That this time, you’re willing to try.

Jimin had said you’re one to always take her time and Jungkook isn’t surprised. That just means you want to always be sure, and when you are, that only means you’re in it for the long-run. And just the thought that you’re actually taking your time now - from this lunch to hopefully a date and then more - lets him know that you’re finally seeing him in your vision board, that he’s finally becoming part of your plan.

He doesn’t notice the silly smile painted on his face until he hears your voice.

“You better have been thinking of me when you were smiling or else I’d be really upset if you weren’t,” you tease.

“Good thing I was, then,” he smirks, standing up to take you in.

You’re dressed in jeans and a cream-colored turtleneck with a thick navy jacket, similar to what he’s wearing.

You internally gush at how he looks, matching with you and Heejin but with a beanie on, his eyebrow piercing barely peeking behind the strands of his hair. He looks so charmingly boyish yet manly and confident at the same time.

“Sorry we’re late. Min took so long to get to my place and he was talking too much and kept missing turns,” you explain.

“Yoongi was at your apartment and drove you here?” Jungkook asks. “You sure he wasn’t sabotaging our lunch?”

“Oh, not at all. He has a lot to do with my little stunt yesterday, actually. And, uh, I had him and Byeol come over to help me with these,” you say, placing a large bag on the table.

Jungkook unzips it and immediately smells the baked chicken and soup and sweet potatoes.

“They helped you cook all this?” He asks in wonder. “But you know how to cook!”

“Yes, but I’m not great at it. There’s a difference,” you point out.

“And this difference matters, because?” He cocks an eyebrow.

“Because this is make up lunch with you and I obviously want you to enjoy it and, well, forgive me.”

Your face falls a little and Jungkook wants nothing more than to cup your cheeks and tell you that he always, always will.

“I’m sure I’ll like it,” he instead says, and it’s right when Heejin reminds both of you that she’s there laying witness to her mother and babysitter flirting with each other.

“I’m sorry, Jinnie. Got a little distracted with your mom right here,” he chuckles, kneeling in front of the stroller to take her hand and caress it. “How are you? I missed you this whole week, you know? No one was screaming in my ear and trying to pull my piercings off.”

You pout before you say that that’s on you.

Jungkook continues to smile at Heejin as she caresses his face, poking the silver barbell on his eyebrow and squealing Kookoo like she missed screaming it, too.

“Well, you’re here now and your Mama said we’ll be spending a lot of time together again,” he says, taking her in his arms and hugging her tightly. “Do you like that, sunshine? You want to spend time with Kookoo?”

“Kookoo,” she wraps her arms around his neck. “I want Kookoo.”

You watch them both in awe as they converse like they understand each other, and you laugh at how Heejin talks like an adult and Jungkook responds like he gets every word she’s saying. You take out all the food as you do, and even you’re excited with what you and your friends managed to prepare.

Jungkook looks in excitement and places Heejin on the table, allowing her to sit on the edge next to where you are. He sits on her other side so he could support her if needed, and also to make sure you get to eat properly. He sets up the plates and compliments the meal in front of you.

“Thank Yoongi and Byeol for me. These look amazing,” Jungkook exclaims. “So they drove you guys here, too?”

“Yeah. Min said it’s so you’d have a reason to drive me and Heejin home.”

“And he’s correct. He knows the moves,” Jungkook chuckles.

You playfully roll your eyes and begin eating. It’s small talk for the first minutes and just trying to get Heejin to eat the mashed sweet potatoes and rice. But the little diva wanted you and Jungkook to alternate feeding her, yelling to get her message across.

“Not too loud please, bubba. We’re in a public place,” you remind her, wiping the blob of food that sits on her chin. “And eat your food properly, okay?”

“Kookoo!” She answers, giggling as Jungkook makes a funny face at her.

“I know, bubba. I’m sorry I didn’t let you play with him last week and that you didn’t see him for days. That was Mama’s fault,” you say. “But he’s here now and he’s happy to see you, too. You can go play with him after you both eat, okay?”

Jungkook turns serious at your words, remembering once again how the past week has been.

You feel his silence and like you said, you owe him an explanation, so that’s what you do.

It’s the third time you’re narrating the story, and unlike the first two times, you’re a lot calmer now. Perhaps it’s the acceptance and numbness to Yun-seo’s infidelity and everything he’d said about you. Maybe it’s finally being next to Jungkook and knowing you haven’t completely lost him. Whatever it is, it’s easier this time around.

You hear him panting, like he’s containing himself, and in your casual narration of what transpired, you hadn’t realized Jungkook’s anger building up and his clenched fists and knuckles turning white.

“Hey, no need to be angry,” you smile at him. “I’ve got my entire village to do that.”

“And I’m part of that village,” Jungkook insists. “He’s… god, ___. I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve that.”

“I know. That’s why I’m no longer letting it bother me too much.”

“Can I be angry, though? I just… who in their right mind would do that?! And then blame you and say those things about you?!”

“He stood by his actions and believed he had a reason to do what he did. That’s on him and there’s nothing I can do about it anymore,” you say, the words that swim in your head becoming easier to accept as each day passes by.

“What if I can? I mean, I’m pretty sure I could take him,” Jungkook says with furrowed brows.

He looks so serious and so adorable, you’re not used to it.

“Hey now. The guy was a judo champ in college. He’d hold his own,” you state.

“Did I ever tell you that I’m a black belter in taekwondo?”

“Yes, about a few times.”

“And that I box and do mixed martial arts for fun?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And that I went bull riding one time and almost broke my neck?”

“What the hell, why? When!”

“During that Eurotrip with my parents. I snuck out to try it because they didn’t want me to and it was amazing,” he chuckles.

“Obviously, because it’s dangerous, especially for a non-professional like you! You could’ve gotten hurt!”

“But I didn’t,” he says. “Point is, that kind of danger alters something in you that makes you stronger and braver. So yes, I could take your judo champ ex boyfriend and knock him to the ground.”

“Alright, keep your head on your shoulders, alright?” You chuckle. “No one’s hurting anyone.”

“I would, for your honor,” he bows teasingly. “But jokes aside, I’m sorry you had to go through that, and that I wasn’t there with you. I should’ve gone there earlier so you didn’t have to see him. And I should’ve tried harder this week to—”

“Jungkook, nothing’s your fault, okay?” You appease him.

“Then why didn’t you want to see me?” He finally asks what’s been bothering him. “Why keep me out like that?”

You take a deep breath and ready yourself. Narrating what happened is one thing but explaining how it all made you feel and what you realized are different. Because it isn’t just about Yun-seo. It’s also about Jungkook.

“It was a bit odd seeing them,” you start. “That was supposed to be us, you know? He and I talked about marriage a lot in that first year. We were friends before that and when we got together, it just felt like it was him, that he and I were endgame. And to see him again and the resentment in his eyes, like he was miserable those years we were together and that happiness for him came after we ended, it was just… humiliating. Just as much as being cheated on was.”

Jungkook holds your gaze as if to tell you that it’s okay to be upset, even if he wants to hold your hand instead. But you’re not reaching out and you would if you wanted, so he lets you be and lets you continue.

“But that isn’t even why I was angry. I mean, good on him. Maybe he’s faithful now; their years together are longer than our 3. Or maybe it was just really me. And that was the thing, that’s why it hurt, because of the things he said about me, about why no one stuck around,” you sigh, too caught up in your head to see the way Jungkook’s face falls.

“It’s because of who I am and how it’s maybe too much for them. It’s probably because I’m really selfish and too focused on myself. Maybe he’s not entirely wrong. And all the other ugly parts just came out - I was so conscious, so doubtful. I yelled at Heejin and she cried. I was getting impatient at work. I was shutting down, shutting you out. And I didn’t want you to see me like that. I was scared it would… scare you.”

“And what makes you think it would?”

“Because it would scare me. It’s a normal human response,” you argue. “And I guess—”

“You underestimate me and what I feel about you, huh?”

“Younger people are fickle-minded,” you shrug.

“But we’re also hard-headed and incredibly persistent,” he counters. “___, you’ve had me wrapped around your fingers since I met you three years ago and moments of weakness or some revelation of your flaws isn’t gonna push me away. Only you do that, by directly telling me you want me out. Otherwise, I’m just here, wanting you like I did the first time.”

You feel your heart race at the honesty and sincerity of his words, something you’re not used to with the few men you’ve been with. You’re used to brazen people in your line of work; you’re just as straightforward, too. But not when it comes to feelings like how Jungkook is.

He’s very upfront about how he feels for you, but still respects your boundaries and follows your pace. This lets you know that he genuinely cares, especially when he looks you in the eyes the way that he does.

He’s very transparent and emotional, and while you’re used to figuring people out and their intentions, being with Jungkook is so easy - there’s nothing that he hides, and he’ll answer with such certainty every single time.

“You’re quite the smooth talker, aren’t you?” You tease, trying to relieve the tension.

“Am I?” He laughs. “Well, Ma always said that life is so unpredictable and complicated so when it comes to things and people you immediately know you can’t be without, you gotta do what you can to keep them. It’s the only certainty and control you can have.”

“Your mom has always sounded like a wise woman,” you smile.

“She is. A little crazy and dramatic sometimes but she’s amazing,” he chuckles. “You’ll like her. She’s a lot like me.”

You hum in response, your smile not disappearing as you resist the urge to affirm him because you know that’s what he wants.

“Not denying it, I see. Well, that’s better than an outright rejection,” he says.

“I didn’t do my little stunt yesterday at the cafe if I was going to reject you, dummy,” you playfully smack his arm. “And I wouldn’t have fought through Dea’s glare if I was going to screw you over. I didn’t know she had it in her.”

“She tried. She was freaking out after you left because she thought you hate her now,” Jungkook informs you. “But she had to deal with a childish, irritable version of me for a whole week so I don’t blame her for being hard on you.”

“She did say you were being annoying,” you chuckle.

“I can be sometimes,” he shrugs.

“Yeah, no shit,” you deadpan, causing him to worriedly cover Heejin’s ears and repeatedly say ship.

“Language, woman!” He whisper-yells. “But seriously though. It was the first time she hated that I was just at the cafe every single day. I was so impatient and bossy and anxious all at once. Scared the kid a bit, actually.”

“Interesting. I can’t imagine you not being a bouncy man-child who’s always laughing and cracking a joke.”

“I have my moments. It’s kind of what humans are, you know? They’re multi-dimensional beings with complex emotions and fears,” he says matter-of-factly, earning him a roll of your eyes. “It’s perfectly normal and nothing at all to be worried about. Sometimes they—”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” you chuckle. “But I really am sorry, though, like, I can’t express just how much. I hate that I made you feel like I didn’t care about you when I do, more than I show. I shouldn’t have left you in the dark like that. I should’ve been mature about it.”

“I understand it was hard for you. I wish you were more mature about it, too,” he says, turning serious. “It wasn’t easy not knowing what was going on, if I did anything wrong, or how you were doing. I was worried and scared and I felt so lost and alone because none of your friends would tell me anything, either.”

You look at a pouting Jungkook. Earlier, he was saying was going to take on Yun-seo, then went on to comfort and flatter you, and now, he’s baring his worries. He’s basically telling you that you should’ve been a grown-up about the whole thing and somehow, this makes him even more attractive to you. For all the romantic talk, he’s brave and honest enough to tell you when you’re in the wrong, and even if it’s the least thing you like others doing to you, you’re actually glad he is.

“They barely knew anything, too. So yeah, it was pretty tough not being able to talk about it. I tend to be in my head a lot when things get bad like that.”

“That’s understandable. Care to say more?” He asks.

And that’s how you and Jungkook end up talking about how you both are at your worst. It should be uncomfortable, talking to someone you’re attracted to about the things you don’t like about yourself. The surprising thing is, he doesn’t dismiss them, and that’s quite refreshing, too. He just listens and gives you that comforting smile to let you know he understands.

You exchange stories and laughter, but a sitting Heejin munching on her fruits and playing with her blocks on the table doesn’t seem to be amused, as she starts throwing her toys and yelling that she wants to play.

Jungkook cleans up as you pacify her, and you rush to the nearby playground and place her in the swing, her whining immediately being replaced with her joyful squeals. Jungkook arrives soon after with your bags and you apologize as he stands next to you.

“Don’t worry about it,” he comforts, looking around in awe at the space.

He’s only able to take in his surroundings now, eyes wide at the glass-enclosed park that was built precisely for winter days. It’s warm inside but one can still see all the bare trees outside. There’s flora and fauna here, too, and even an indoor aviary that he sees the directions to.

The three of you spend more time inside, letting Heejin run around and play on the slide, then exploring the rest of the space. Things are going great, until you get a call from the pediatrician’s secretary, saying that tomorrow’s appointment has to be rescheduled because of an emergency. Thursday is the next free day, and your mind goes into a panic because of your messed up schedule this week.

You already had it planned out.

Heejin doesn’t like going to the hospital, and you always need to schedule something right after so she doesn’t get cranky for too long. You got to squeeze all your meetings into tomorrow morning so you could have the afternoon off - pick her up from daycare, go to her appointment, then go to the aquarium. But a Thursday schedule means that you’d have to switch your half days, and you have no one available to pick Heejin up from daycare tomorrow.

“Hey, let’s slow down alright?” Jungkook says next to you as he cradles a sleepy Heejin who’s due for her afternoon nap. “Why the panic?”

You say it’s how you are, and that you already planned your week and when things don’t go according to what you want, you tend to freak out.

“I can pick her up tomorrow then babysit her until you get home,” he offers. “Then you could do your half day on Thursday.”

“I offered Mom my car on Thursday,” you pout. “Hers is in the warehouse and she has this conference until the weekend. And it’s hard to commute on a weekday with this one.”

“Then I’ll take you and Heejin to the doctor and we can all go to the aquarium together,” he smiles. “I have days off and half days because of my 18-hour shifts last week, remember? I have time to spare.”

“That’s too much to ask of you, Jungkook,” you say. “I’ll ask Yuri if she can—”

“Hey, it isn’t,” he interjects. “I think we’ve established that I really, really like spending time with you and this sleeping sunshine.”

“Fine,” you give in, knowing he’ll keep offering and you really need the help.

Heejin’s getting bigger and is needing more attention, and so it’s not as easy to just ask your friends or your family to babysit her, especially on such a short notice. Having Jungkook, who does have a more flexible schedule, at least this week, is a big help, and you also can’t deny that you do want to spend time with him, too.

He flashes his victorious smile and your heart leaps at the sight. He places Heejin in the stroller as you both decide to head home as the afternoon rolls in. It’ll get colder soon so might as well savor the winter air before it gets too much.

You secure a sleeping Heejin in Jungkook’s car, and as you’re texting your assistant on the changed schedule, you realize that you now need to work on a few things for tomorrow.

“Do you think you can, uh, stay?” You ask Jungkook as you enter your apartment.

Heejin has just woken up and reaches out her arms to him.

“Of course. I can play with her while you work. And I can cook dinner, too. How does that sound?”

“Sounds great, Jungkook. Thank you.”

The rest of the day goes smoothly but noisily. You and Heejin compete for who gets to make the loudest sound - her with her squeals or you with your groans.

Jungkook plays tea with her and her dolls while you work on and review some case files. In between cups of coffee that Jungkook prepares for you to get your mind going, he asks a calm Heejin to send you a flying kiss to get you to smile.

You glance at Jungkook sitting on your couch with your daughter on his lap, listening as he quietly reads her a story, the little one’s eyes alternating between the book’s colorful graphics and Jungkook’s face.

She’s sincerely amused by him, and you’re honestly not surprised. He doesn’t shy away from making a fool of himself to make her laugh; he teases her too by booping her nose and tickling her. He hugs her so warmly, and you think that has a lot to do with how comfortable she’s become in his presence, too.

You’ve always been careful with how much time you let her spend with your male friends, knowing she might get too attached and look for them when they’re not around. It’s a risk letting her be like this with Jungkook, knowing at some point, she’s going to get used to this - not just him and how he cares for her, but all this, you three together.

But there’s warmth that you feel when you see her smile and hear her laugh, as if it’s her innocent way of saying that Mama, it’s okay; it’s okay to want this because I want it, too.

Byeol always pointed out that Jungkook did make you happy when you were pregnant with Heejin, and that’s why his laugh and yours are familiar to her; that’s why being with him is so familiar to her. She’d felt you calm when he was around; she’d felt you happy when you were with him. So it’s probably not much of a surprise that Heejin is attached to him this way. She hasn’t exactly been looking for him, but she lights up when he shows up, and she likes it when he holds her in his arms.

You’re lost in your thoughts when Jungkook meets your gaze, and what you expected to be a teasing smile is a soft one. He approaches you and asks what you want for dinner.

“Fried chicken. Kimchi fried rice. Omelette,” you answer. “Stress makes me really hungry.”

“Okay, then. As you wish.”

You offer to help him but he shoos you away. He’s already familiar with your kitchen and he moves with such ease, stealing glances when he can and asking how you are every time he hears you groan.

He lays a spread for you, complete with side dishes, and he slices tiny pieces of meat for Heejin before you even attempt to.

You talk about what you’re working on throughout dinner, then he insists on cleaning up as you freshen up a tired and cranky Heejin for bed. You’re spent by the time she quiets down on her toddler bed, and she stares at you as you finish reading her a quick story.

“Jungkook,” you peek outside the room to find him leaning by the dining table, using his phone. “Can you wish her goodnight, please?”

You don’t say anything more and he doesn’t need you to. He smiles and walks in and caresses Heejin’s cheek, telling her she was such a good girl today and that they’ll be playing together again soon.

“Goodnight, Jinnie. Sleep well,” he smiles.

You give her one last good night kiss before you and Jungkook leave the room.

“Thanks for today, Jungkook. I had a lot of fun, even if I got a bit too emotional earlier and even panicked over something so trivial. That’s… well, that’s how I usually am, just a warning, so…”

“Hey, I’d take all versions of you any day, ___,” he comforts, stepping closer to you. “I’ll like all versions of you, whatever they are.”

“You won’t know that,” you sigh. “I mean, I get temperamental. You usually catch me on good days and I’m able to handle the rest. But the past week has just been a roller coaster of emotions and stress and this is me, showing the layers underneath that won’t always be likable.”

“Well, did you at least like it? Showing them to me? Being with me?”

“Yes,” you hum. “Today was fun even if I had to work and you had to do kitchen duty for half of it. And now, I'm gonna ask you out on a date. And then if you say yes, probably another one. And then—”

“I’ll say yes, every single time,” he says in a beat.

“That’s great. I hate rejection.”

“Hmm,” he cocks an eyebrow, and you know he won’t let you off the hook that easily given your multiple rejections of him. “Me, too.”

“But seriously though, I want to get to know you, and I want you to get to know me, all over again,” you say, meeting his bright and sincere eyes. “And I want you to get to know Heejin as the growing little brat and sweetest angel that she is. There are so many versions of me and I want you to know all of them, and then decide for yourself if that’s what you want. Because you need to be sure. I need you to be sure,” you state with a tone of desperation that’s unfamiliar to you and Jungkook.

You take your time with things and people, but you’re always sure when you decide on them.

“I am, have been since that first night I saw you. You just knew what you wanted, knew who you were, and you’d just stand by whatever you decide on. And that’s so fucking sexy and exactly what I need and will always need,” he assures you. “And even when you’re all the things that aren’t always good, I’m pretty sure I’m still going to want you.”

“People can change their minds,” you counter.

“I could. But not about you though. I know what it’s like to not have you around and it sucked and I don’t want that ever again. Also, who knows? Maybe you’ll change your mind about me, too.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be trying if I didn’t think I’d stick with you. That’s like, more than half of the effort already.”

“Yeah, but you’ll never know,” he answers.

“Yes, but—”

“Hard to convince someone when you know deep down what you really feel, right?”

You concede, knowing he has a point. At the end of the day, only you would know what you really want, what you’d give up and what you’d fight for. And it’s the same thing with him.

“You really know how to shut me up,” you chuckle.

“Well, there are more ways I can do that but we’ll get there some day,” he smirks.

“Oh, shut up,” you laugh, turning away as his gaze makes you flustered.

“Thanks, too,” he turns gentle. “I know it hasn’t been easy for you so giving me a chance like this just makes me feel really happy.”

Happy, you think, as you smile back at him and then watch him walk out of your apartment.

You’ve been that since Heejin came into your life, but having Jungkook now adds to that joy you’re feeling. And you really hope it’ll only get better from here.

The last two weeks that you initially dreaded to be incredibly stressful turned out to be manageable, thanks in large part to Jungkook.

The day after your makeup lunch, he picked up Heejin from daycare after you’d endorsed him to the workers in the morning. The cartoon they watched got her so excited that Jungkook created a toddler-appropriate obstacle course for her in your living room and spent the afternoon teaching her how to run it. You came home later in the day and marveled at your squealing daughter as she crawled under chairs, climbed over her large stuffed toys, walked through a wide board on the floor, jumped from one pillow to another, and then sprinted into your arms for the finale.

She ran it for two more times and then fell asleep in your arms as you fed her dinner. You and Jungkook couldn’t stop laughing as she tried to keep her eyes open until she finally gave up, and he helped you give her a quick bath before settling her in bed after a long day. Your mom, who babysat her the next day, had to sit through Heejin running the course again and took about a dozen videos of her granddaughter yelling and laughing as she went.

The Thursday of that week, Jungkook picked you up from work then Heejin at daycare for her checkup. He entertained her while you spoke with the doctor, then she used the sticker pack she was given and placed them on his face and yours. You had to skip dinner at a restaurant and had pizza delivered at home instead since she didn’t want you to remove the unicorns on your cheeks.

That Saturday, Jungkook had a shift until the early evening, so you and Heejin met him at the cafe then walked a few streets down for dinner at a Japanese restaurant and a quick stroll at the park.

Jungkook offered another afternoon of babysitting the next week where you got home to Heejin in his arms, hands clasped together as they danced to some ballad playing on TV. You saw him again days later when he picked you up to head to the mall for some shopping, and Heejin got so attached to an alpaca in the toy store that Jungkook eventually bought, and it was that night when he suggested going to see the animal the next day.

It’s why you’re seated in the passenger seat of his car with another half hour drive to Alpaca World, and Heejin in her car seat holding onto her toy. You knew Jungkook was the one who really wanted this, and he kept showing her photos that made her so excited that you couldn’t say no.

With your boyband playlist on, you continue to sing along to the tunes of your childhood while Jungkook laughs at your off-key adlibs and commentaries of every song that plays. He’s unfamiliar with them, giving you the opportunity to call him a “literal baby,” and you groan whenever he replies “as long as I’m your baby,” prompting him to point out that you set yourself up for him to tease you.

It’s every time you mention how good-looking they are - from Backstreet Boys dancing with their chests exposed under the rain in a basketball court, to NSYNC in tight shirts thrusting on screen - that he gets riled up.

“Really? You find those men hot?”

“Uh, duh. My adolescent self couldn’t shut up about them,” you laugh. “True babes with the best voices. It makes me cry. And they’re dads now and they’re like, damn. I’d still go for that.”

“Watch your language, ___! There’s a child in here!”

“Oh, come on,” you playfully smack him. “You’re just jealous.”

“Of what? Do you know that I—”

“Dance and sing, yes, I do,” you chuckle. “Haven’t really seen or heard you though, and no, Heejin’s nursery rhymes don’t count.”

“Okay, then. Guess I know what our next date will be,” he smirks.

“What?” You cock an eyebrow.

“A private show.”

“Jeon Jungkook!” You squeal, laughing at his statement that it would be a wholesome dance performance and not whatever it is you’re thinking.

“I wasn’t thinking that!” You argue.

“What is that, though? I didn’t actually say anything. It’s you thinking it and well, if that’s what you want, then—”

His next words are muffled by your hand that’s covering his mouth, his chapped lips and hot breath against your skin suddenly making you feel warm. It’s embarrassing how sensitive you are since that’s just your hand.

“Ugh, here,” you huff, putting on some balm on his lips as he turns towards you after parking the car.

“You like them soft, huh?” He smirks again.

“Who doesn’t?”

“Some don’t mind,” he shrugs, trying to catch your gaze.

“Well, I do. So you—”

“Should get them soft for you, got it,” he winks, and all you can do is groan at how easily he makes you flustered, with the fire in your belly intensifying every second you’re with him.

You underestimated just how much Heejin would like real-life alpacas. The moment you got her out of her stroller, she immediately ran to the pen where the animals were, and if it weren’t for Jungkook’s quick reflexes, she would’ve fallen face first on the grass with how fast she was going.

You spend some time feeding the alpacas while you guide Heejin in petting them. She giggles every time she touches their soft fur, and she squeals whenever their mouths nuzzle her hand when you place food on there for them to feed on.

The both of you ride the train that goes around the park, with Jungkook opting to walk so he could take photos and videos of Heejin, especially once the alpacas walk towards her. He catches her adorable smile and the way her eyes light up whenever the animals approach her. She has so much joy on her face that you mirror, and much as you and he consider this a date, it’s been nothing but heartwarming seeing you and your daughter bond, with her constantly yelling Mama, look! and with you watching her in amazement at how excited she is.

Jungkook pets and plays with the furred mammal all for Heejin’s entertainment, but the other kids seem to enjoy it as well. When the ride ends, she runs towards him and he carries her easily, showing her the videos that he took.

You watch them briefly before taking Heejin to have a drink and a quick change, then you walk next to Jungkook with her in your arms on the way to see the other animals.

It’s at the same time that his phone rings, notifying a video call from his sister.

“Hey, little brother!” Eun-jung chirps, her greeting being echoed by Mi-sun.

“How are you? Gosh, I’ve been so busy and I haven’t spoken to you in so long,” she groans. “Ma said you were so cranky the other week. Is it because of the mom chick you won’t stop talking about?”

Jungkook looks at your surprised expression followed by a playful shake of your head. He turns back to the screen with a soft chuckle. “Yeah, something like that. But it’s all good now. We’re really good.”

His smile is soft and giddy. There’s a twinkle in his eyes as if he’s recalling something, and it’s what his sister picks up.

“Ugh, you’re like a teenager. So, what happened? Also, are you—”

“Kookoo! Look! Alpaca!” Heejin squeals, catching Jungkook’s attention and those on the other end of the phone. “It’s running! Ah! Kookoo, look!”

She’s so excited, her arms flailing causing you to lose your balance, and again with his reflexes, Jungkook catches her as she hangs on to you. He takes her in his arms this time, one hand on her waist and the other on the phone.

“Kookoo! It’s gone! Noooo!” Heejin says, her voice getting softer.

“It’s okay, Jinnie. We’ll see some more later,” he comforts her. “I thought you wanted to see the birds?”

“Oh, birds! I want birds! Ma, I want birds!”

“Yes, bubba, we’ll go see them,” you respond.

“Kookoo, let’s see birds,” Heejin says, turning Jungkook to face her with her tiny hands.

“Okay, sunshine, let’s go.”

Eun-jung may have only seen a bit of the exchange but she heard everything - Heejin’s name for him, the joy in her voice, the familiarity.

Jungkook turns to the screen with his sister’s smirk flustering him a little bit.

“Hmm, so now I know why you also haven’t been reaching out to me,” she says. “Been busy, I see.”

“Well—”

Jungkook is cut off with Heejin’s head settling in the crook of his neck, peeking at the screen and the unfamiliar faces smiling at her.

“Oh, a baby! Kookie, you have a baby? Hi, baby!” Mi-sun says, waving.

You hear what Jungkook’s niece says and you urge your daughter to say hi. Heejin looks curiously, moving closer to the screen before she shyly waves. She then turns around with her arms around his neck, somewhat getting impatient with the walk.

“We’re still looking for animals. Can I call you later? Or tomorrow?” Jungkook asks his sister, and for the first time, she doesn’t mind waiting longer to speak to her brother again.

“Okay, Kookie,” Eun-jung smiles. “Please tell your woman that I thank her for making you happy and she’s lucky you like her!” She raises her voice, prompting him to hang up without a goodbye.

“I’m guessing you haven’t told her my name,” you nudge him playfully.

“She’ll keep teasing if I do,” he explains, “much more than she does now.”

You hum in response. “So, I make you happy, huh?” You smirk.

“Oh, Kim ___. You have no freaking idea.”

The rest of your Alpaca World trip was spent just watching the animals and taking an unnecessary amount of photos of Heejin with the birds. She ran around the field and wouldn’t leave the souvenir shop until you bought her every kind of alpaca stuffed toy available.

That night, she named each one and then slept with all of them on your bed because they wouldn’t fit in hers. You ended that evening sending a photo to Jungkook of Heejin peacefully sleeping next to you surrounded by her favorite animal, with an out-of-place bunny toy near her head that he got for her.

He slept with an alpaca, too, the one you got for him as a thank you for suggesting to go there, giving Heejin an experience she’ll always remember.

Turns out, that would be the first of more little trips in and outside of Seoul. The next weekend, the weather was nice for a morning at a beach right outside the city. Heejin liked the park nearby and then enjoyed the afternoon at a children’s library where she was amused with the life-size books and large stuffed toys. She fell asleep as you read her a story and then spent the ride back home with Jungkook teaching you how to sing your daughter’s favorite nursery rhymes in tune.

The Saturday after that, Jungkook convinced you to join him in a cooking class because he got vouchers for it, although you suspected that it was his way of telling you that you’re actually much worse at cooking than you thought.

Jungkook swore his innocence but never stopped teasing, and the smile didn’t leave his face as you both turned out to be the only ones with a child. Everyone kept saying how you were such a “cute family,” and you were sleepless that night thinking of how that made you more excited than you expected.

It felt comfortable and natural, as he let you taste test everything he made, and then guided you as you did your share of the dish. He made sure that Heejin was entertained the whole time, feeding her broth, too, which she enjoyed. That night ended with Heejin asleep on your chest while you and Jungkook talked about your exes, his unsurprisingly jealous nature, and your tendency to be insecure about not making your partner happy.

It’s Sunday of next week when you find yourself in your mom’s apartment, this time with Jungkook next to you as your whole family enjoys a plethora of food and soju.

You’d arrived with him right as lunch started since you insisted on waiting for his morning shift to end. Your family was in the middle of talking about Sun-hee’s resident doctor crush who’s giving her mixed signals, so you and Jungkook proceeded to eat and jointly feed Heejin who wants him to do the airplane dance before she eats. You’re about to ask your sister how the heart surgery she assisted on went when she speaks up.

“So, Jungkook, how’s dating my sister going?”

You audibly choke on your drink and send her a glare.

“It’s great,” he smiles shyly, unsure how to say what he wants to without sounding too cringey or simplistic about how the past few weeks have been like. “She’s great. We have a lot of fun hanging out and stuff.”

You’re amused at how much he’s holding back this time, but you’re also curious as to what else he thinks.

“And where do you guys go to date?” Sun-hee continues.

“Uh, well, we went to the aquarium one time, then to Alpaca World the other week. We went to the beach, too, Heejin loved it, and we would just go have dinner at her place on weeknights after work and—”

“Dude, those aren’t dates,” Sun-hee butts in as everyone starts giggling. “That’s called family time. That’s literally me going to Lotte World and the skating rink with Mom and Jung-jae who, you know, is like our dad now. At least they go on couple-only dinner dates and trips and stuff.”

You turn towards Jung-jae who can’t help his smile, and the way your mom tears up says how much it matters to them that Sun-hee, your youngest, who’d barely felt your father’s presence when she was a kid but is also the most protective over your mother, thinks of him as her dad, as all of yours. Though it would take longer for you to call him that, he’s been nothing but amazing in terms of loving all of you like his own children, and loving your mom above all else.

“Hey, Jungkook and I have dinner out,” you state. “And in. Pizza over cartoons is good for getting to know each other. Plus, Mom and Jung-jae don’t have toddlers to take care of. Maybe adult brats like you but not a perpetually squealing child who’s always asking Jungkook to carry her.”

“You jealous?” Jungkook couldn’t help himself.

“Yes, of you because Heejin always runs to you,” you clarify, earning you a chuckle from him.

“But seriously, honey, those aren’t exactly dates,” your mom says now. “I get that Heejin is a big part of you that Jungkook also has to get to know but spending time where it’s just you and him is as important. She won’t be a child forever and you’d need to understand that she doesn’t need to be part of every single thing going on in your life. Balance going out with all three of you with just you and Jungkook.”

You know she’s right, and she’d always been the first to tell you that doing something for yourself doesn’t always mean you’re being a bad mother, or that your child suddenly stopped being your priority.

“Yeah, but there isn’t really much time,” you sigh. “Weekends are when I get to really explore different things with Heejin and Jungkook is finding all these places and everyone’s busy most weeknights.”

“Honey, we’ve looked after Heejin until late night countless times before,” your mom says. “You have so many of us to ask.”

“Yeah, but those were because of work. This is a thing for me, something I want for myself.”

Between Byeol’s operations, your mom’s clinic, Namjoon’s own family, and your siblings’ professional and personal lives, you prefer to limit the times you ask them to look after Heejin, especially as she has her own mood swings and cravings that you don’t want them to worry about. They’ve gone above and beyond in helping you when you were pregnant and during the first two years and having to ask them again because you like someone isn’t something you’re too keen on. You asked for this, not them.

“And she’ll understand, the same way we always will.”

“Go tell her, Mom. Of all the things she’s stubborn about, it’s really this,” Yuri shakes her head, but you know she means well.

“Babe, I know you’re not always comfortable asking so each one of us will offer, okay?” Byeol says now. “Go schedule that dinner date this week. Or I will.”

“Gee, you’re all talking like Jungkook isn’t right here,” you say, glancing at him who’s looking soft and amused at the same time.

“It’s so that he’ll know you’re like this,” Yuri says. “You don’t like asking for help because you think it will inconvenience others, so we have to force our way in sometimes and make you make us help you. So take note, Jungkook. You’re gonna have to be patient with our sister in that way.”

“I am,” he answers. “I offer and she takes it more than she doesn’t so that’s good. But I also do wish we could spend time that’s just us. That would be nice.”

“Now you’re acting like I’m not here,” you nudge his knee.

“Fine,” he faces you. “I love spending time with you and Heejin. But I’d also like to spend time with just you. So, when are you free for dinner this week? I’d love to take you out on a two-person date.”

“Damn, he really just went for it,” Taehyung says. “He’s really not messing around.”

You try to pay your brother no mind. And everyone, basically, as they all look at you curiously. You’d normally feel annoyed for being put on the spot, but you did bait him, and you also secretly have been hoping for this.

“Tuesday would be good,” you smile at Jungkook, and immediately, Yuri and your mom offer to look after Heejin then.

Later that evening, you drive Jungkook to his apartment.

“Is it weird that I feel nervous about our date date?” He asks before stepping out of the car.

“No, and you’re not alone,” you respond. “I’m looking forward to it, though.”

“Yeah, so am I,” Jungkook says. “I’m gonna go plan it out now. So bye, and thank you. Goodnight Jinnie!” He yells, pushing the door open and leaving you a smiling, giddy mess all the way home.

[From: Jungkook ☺️] guess who just purchased his date outfit hehe

[From: Jungkook ☺️] and see u at the cafe tomorrow!

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pantoneyoongi · 2 years

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08 || gummy bears by the handful

series ; in love with love (with you) description ; you’re a romantic. jungkook? jungkook is not.

chapter 08 ; gummy bears by the handful prev || next

word count ; 2.2k

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jungkook is confused.

not that he’s complaining, but you’ve spent the majority of the past three days at his apartment, happily hogging his video game consoles as you play on your saved files of his games. he’s had “at this point you should just sleep over” on the tip of his tongue for the past few hours but he catches himself every time because he’s terrified it’ll make you run in the opposite direction, and he rather likes the picture of you curled up on the floor against his couch.

(he’s never really learned why you prefer sitting on the floor instead of on the couch, but it’s your habit, one he’s accidentally picked up on too, and besides, he’s content to let it happen so long as you’re comfortable and he gets to see you.)

what he really doesn’t get (again, not complaining) is that you seem happy. genuinely happy. in spite of the upcoming gala - where you’ll have no choice but to bump into yoongi and his girlfriend - you don’t seem fazed. you just barge into jungkook’s apartment every day and make cute, pleased noises every time you’re satisfied with the new design layout you’ve built in animal crossing.

jungkook has been there for you for every one of your heartbreaks. so he knows exactly what you look like when it happens - he’s seen it too many times. the heartbroken version of you watches endless dramas for weeks on end, sniffling when captain yoo shijin has to bail on doctor kang moyeon at the movies, then bawling when he gets shot. the heartbroken version of you requires a costco trip’s worth of tissue boxes and an unhealthy amount of gummy bears. the heartbroken version of you rips the head off the gummy bears, declaring it to be your ex, then breaks down into tears while trying to put the head back on.

(jungkook always looks back on those moments with fond laughter, but at the time it’s significantly more tragic than it sounds like. or maybe jungkook just doesn’t know how to react to the sound of you crying.)

to say the least - the heartbroken version of you is definitely not the one sitting on his living room floor right now, though jungkook supposes you are still eating gummy bears by the handful.

it’s just odd. you were crying on his shoulder not that long ago about yoongi and here you are, beaming up at him every so often with a smile so pretty it makes his heart go thump in his chest. jungkook reads you like an open book by now and he’s not seeing any of the signs of a you who was hurt because yoongi doesn’t want you.

instead, the two of you continue bickering over unimportant things - a good ten minutes alone goes to an intense debate where you declare apple juice superior to orange juice (you’re wrong, orange juice is a classic and nutritious, never mind the bottle he has stored in his fridge just for you that you use against him in your argument).

jungkook just feels like he’s reading into things too much. it’s really hard not to when you look so unbearably adorable drowning in his sweatpants and t-shirt because you always come over in day clothes and he can’t help but toss you more comfortable attire and - god, how did he completely miss the way he is so head over heels for you for so many years?

“did you buy your secret santa gift?” your voice startles jungkook back into action, swiftly turning back to the stove and making sure nothing has burned. he’s cooking dinner for the two of you - it’s thursday - and the smell has you wandering into the kitchen, leaving your game behind.

jungkook glances at you. you’re taking a seat at his counter, propping your chin on both hands, your fingers curled inwards towards your palms. he hums his acknowledgement. “got it last week.”

every year, your group of friends does a secret santa - just you and your friends, not including hoseok and his friends. jisoo arranges it most years, the lot of you drawing names via an online secret santa site, so no one knows who has who.

this year, secret santa is at jungkook’s place. you rotate locations, too - last year it was taehyung’s, the year before that, jisoo’s parents’ place.

the gift exchange will happen over the weekend, the day right after christmas, which is coming up soon. you got jimin’s gift ages ago, a collection of comic books he’d mentioned wanting to read, in pristine condition. it was currently wrapped neatly (with a bow on top!) hidden in your bedside drawer.

“are you excited?” he asks, and your eyes light up immediately, enough of a response for him even before you launch into your mile-a-minute ramble about how much you’re looking forward to it. it takes so little to excite you, and jungkook can’t help the way his eyes crinkle in the corners, affectionately watching you.

he can’t wait for this weekend either, the gift tucked hidden away in his bedroom closet waiting for its rightful owner to open it.

“what the fuck is that?”

taehyung points to the obnoxiously large box standing next to jungkook’s christmas tree as soon as he’s through the door. jimin peeks over his shoulder curiously.

jungkook grins. “it’s the gift i bought, of course.”

taehyung sets his gift down on the ground, then moves to lift jungkook’s box, making a surprised noise. “it’s pretty light,” he peeks at jungkook with hopeful eyes. “is it mine?”

jungkook rolls his eyes. “the name is on the box, tae.”

taehyung sets the box back down, searching for the label. “dammit,” he pouts. “y/n’s.”

secret santa is less of a game and more of just a way to not break the bank account by buying four different gifts for each of your friends and instead exchanging one gift per person. whoever arrives earliest always knows who the host is giving the gift to, not to mention the gift wrapping usually gives it away immediately as it is - jisoo’s gifts are wrapped immaculately; taehyung’s looks like a child went wild with scotch tape. it’s not hard to narrow down the choices after that.

when you and jisoo arrive, jisoo scurries about to give everyone hugs while you set your and her gifts down by the tree. jimin wanders over to give you a hug too, and jungkook’s never been much of a hugger, but he’s starting to wish he was.

eventually you all settle into jungkook’s living room, snacks and drinks scattered across surfaces. you’re staring with wide eyes at the four foot tall box before you. you could probably fit in this box, you think.

secret santa always starts with you. you’re the baby of the group - not only the youngest but also the one who gets the most easily excited, no matter what your gift is.

you purse your lips, scanning the box like you’re trying to find the best way to open it. normal people tear open wrapping paper without regard, but you never have - jungkook fought with you about it every year for three years straight before he finally gave up. “it’s just more satisfying when you rip it apart,” he’d argued. “that’s literally the point of it.”

you don’t care. at some point your gift unwrapping habits started to become partially just to spite him.

carefully, you tug at the scotch tape. since taehyung and jimin beat you to jungkook’s apartment, you don’t know which one of the boys got you this massive box. but when the wrapping comes apart and you pry open the flaps, you know immediately.

your reaction is so instant jungkook has to physically bite down on his lip to keep from cackling outright. you let out a low growl, because the absolute shit-eating grin on jungkook’s face confirms it for you. “jeon jungkook,” you grit. “i’m gonna kill you.” the threat is empty and he knows it.

the rest peer curiously at the inside of the box to see what has your irritation levels spiking. taehyung sputters out a laugh and jimin snorts. because inside the four foot, impressively (for jungkook) wrapped box is -

another fucking box.

your jaw ticks. of course he did. of course he did. you don’t even want to think about how many fucking boxes he russian dolled into it. taehyung is still laughing, wheezing harder because you have to practically climb into the box to take the second box out, you glaring at jungkook as you go through box after box after box. jungkook’s entire living room is consumed with boxes by the time your patience is just about to run out, but before you can start launching cardboard at him, you realize you’ve reached the last one.

it’s obvious, because it’s the only one that’s wrapped in glittery, silver wrapping paper - different from all the rest. your thumb slides under the tape, gently pulling apart the wrapping.

it’s a small, black, velvet box. you pause. jungkook holds his breath.

when you snap the case open, your lips part in a gasp. you’re sitting on the ground, boxes and wrapping paper strewn about you and the boys and jisoo, who sits beside you, gasping with you at the sight of the silver, heart-shaped locket sitting nestled amongst white satin.

you forget, for a minute, all your annoyance with jungkook and his christmas prank. you’re tugging the necklace from the box while jungkook waits with bated breath, watching you flip open the latch to find a picture of your family on one side, and all your friends on the other side.

your silence makes jungkook nervous. he was pretty confident when he picked it, but now he’s not so sure. what if you don’t like it? sure, the pictures are cute - but what if the locket itself is ugly and you’re trying to find the nicest way to tell him without hurting his feelings? you might bicker but you both know that gift is sentimental, and you’re not a cruel person by any means.

then your eyes well up with tears and jungkook is sure he fucked this up ceremoniously - until your smile damn near stops his heart in his chest.

“put it on for me?” you ask, voice soft. your eyes are still glossy but they’re so, so warm, full of the type of affection you so rarely gift to him. he nods, scrambling over, hand brushing over the nape of your neck as he pushes your hair to the side.

as he’s clasping the necklace into place, he murmurs, “i don’t suppose this makes up for ditching you that time?”

he feels your body freeze as his fingers release the chain, the pendant resting between your collarbones. your fingers reach up to fiddle with it.

thursday. the thursday he didn’t spend with you.

you shift to look at him, pretty round eyes staring questioningly back at him. he scratches the back of his ear, suddenly shy.

“i meant to tell you on wednesday that i couldn’t come, ‘cause i had to go pick this up and work out all the details for the picture and everything ‘cause it’s custom and - ” he stumbles over himself trying to explain. “anyway i - “ he bites his lip. “i.. got distracted.”

his voice comes out slightly breathless and you both turn red at the same time. the rest of your friends are confused but you’re both too busy recalling the same exact memory of your faces just a little too close together, jungkook’s sparkling eyes and your rosy cheeks and everything that neither of you were willing to admit to.

well, at least, at the time.

your heart stutters in your chest. it takes you by surprise, but it’s hard to think straight when jungkook’s so close to you, earnest eyes meeting yours, hoping you’ll forgive him for missing one stupid, unofficial thursday dinner tradition.

it certainly feels stupid now. feels impressively dumb for being upset in the first place that he missed one night out of so many, when he’s spent almost all his other nights and days and weekends with you, making you laugh and fight and giggle and glare, and do all the things that make you and him, you and him.

turns out, there’s no you without jungkook, and no jungkook without you. jungkook has made it his life’s mission to drive you up a wall since the day he befriended you in the ninth grade, but now you don’t really know if you can imagine a life where he isn’t there to bother you and take care of you and give you all of his attention, in whatever form it comes in.

your breath catches at the realization. realizing he was handsome was one thing; realizing that you want his handsome, annoying self with you all the time is something else altogether.

it occurs to you that you haven’t answered him - just staring at him with wondrous eyes, and you jerk back to the present, blinking rapidly. “i - yes,” you mumble, not entirely sure what you’re saying. you draw your lower lip into your mouth and jungkook’s eyes can’t help but follow. “thank you for the gift, jungkook.”

his eyes snap up to yours. he smiles. “merry christmas.”

“hey,” taehyung complains. “wasn’t there supposed to be a thirty dollar budget on this?”

jisoo elbows him in the side hard enough for him to choke and shut up. she smiles.

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miscelunaaa · 2 years

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spin cycle 13 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre: drabble series, slow burn, idiots to lovers, fluff, lil bit of angst, eventual smut

summary: This random guy has started doing laundry at your favorite laundromat each week (at the same time as you, no less!) and to be honest, it’s going to be a problem. You’re just not sure how yet.

rating: 18+ for eventual smut

word count: less than 500

warnings: Anxiety and racing thoughts. Thoughts about reporting reader as a missing person. Jungkook is sad that he can’t please everyone.

notes: This chapter’s been looming over my head because I had to cut a whole sixty words from it after my initial drafting??? That’s a lot! Usually if I have to edit down, it’s only a dozen words or so. Luckily, after this posting, things start looking up! In the mean time, happy reading!

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Jungkook is distraught. He’s seen you every Thursday shortly after two am for months and now you’re just … not here?

His brain is both blank and racing. There’s no single trail of thought he can focus on. You’re not here. Why aren’t you here, with him, at the laundromat? Has something happened to you? Are you sick? Did you get grabbed on the way here? Should he call the authorities? Are you okay?

He hasn’t moved since sitting down. He’s just shaking his leg, his arms crossed as he nervously eyes the clock. Each second ticks by slower than the last, and Jungkook is haunted by the idea that you might have slipped in the shower or something and knocked yourself out.

He’s not one to worry like this. He’s never worried for Namjoon like this. Fuck, he doesn’t worry about anyone like this; none of his previous partners, none of his friends growing up, no one. It’s just you. Something about you makes this weird primal anxiety bubble up.

He thinks of your face. He thinks about how he might draw it for a “missing” picture, how he might describe you when he files the missing person report. Really nice eyebrows. Cute in his hoodies. Probably smelled really good but he’ll never know because he never got to get his hoodie back to confirm his suspicions. Works hard to do well in school. Very dedicated to the laundry arts.

Ugh, none of that is going to be admissible in court, is it? It’s all hearsay, your honor! It’s all his opinion, even if Jungkook personally thinks his opinion is factual.

He thinks about the way your face fell when he’d mentioned his plans. He was going to ask if the invitation was still open, if you’d have him. Maybe you hated his guts now … for saying no …

You’d seemed so nervous, and then so upset the next. Jungkook’s mad at himself for being the one to make you feel that way.

He knows what he looks like. He’s had to turn down so many people in his life, and he hates that people have to be hurt in the process, even if it’s not his fault at all. He can’t please everyone, but he wants to. He knows how much it takes to ask someone attractive out. It’s scary. And the disappointment he sees in the asker’s eyes hurts every single time.

He especially hates that it hurt you like that.

After forty-five minutes of vibrating with nervous energy, Jungkook picks up his phone and calls Namjoon.

“What’s up, Kook?”

“Hey, she’s not here and I’m really worried that I fucked up.” There’s a quiver in his voice. Why is he so upset right now?

Jungkook hears a rustling in the background, and then someone speaking in a soft, feminine voice. Namjoon says something back, away from the mouth piece, and then says: “You’re at the laundromat downtown?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, I’ll be there soon. Sit tight.”

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kookiesbuckethat · 3 years

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thought you were different | pt. 2

ot7 x f!reader

Genre: angst to fluff

WC: 3k

Author’s note: there’s a couple puns in this one so sorry not sorry 😂 but thank u to all those who asked for a part 2 and thank u for waiting! i hope you like it!!

part 1

Not much had changed about you since the incident with BTS, at least nothing too noticeable. You were still known for your kindness and generosity, but you had lost your light. It was hard to see unless you took a closer look, and only those who were close to you would be able to notice. You were good at acting like everything was okay so no one had any suspicions that something was wrong.

Your smile was still warm and welcoming, but the eyes are the windows to the soul. Your eyes that used to shine as bright as the stars had become dull; they were sad and empty. But they were easy to hide behind close-eyed smiles.

A part of you died when BTS walked out of your life, but life goes on. Although you wish you could be there by their side, you still supported them from the sidelines by playing their songs in your cafe and making limited-time, BTS themed treats and desserts.

A bittersweet smile formed on your face as you pressed the two shells together to form another macaron. You added coloured details to make the shells look like BT21 characters. They were a big hit in your cafe so you made them quite often, but it caused many memories to resurface.

You missed their presence dearly. They never failed to make you laugh and just thinking about them made you smile. You kept up with news about BTS and you were happy to see that they were finally getting the recognition they deserved. They were doing well and they seemed happy so you were content with the memories you had of the boys. You’re shaken from your thoughts when you hear someone enter the cafe, and you head to the counter to tend to your customers.

You were wrong to think that the members of BTS were happy without you. They missed you too. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t forget your warm smile or your contagious laugh. And they still supported your business too. They would send staff to pick up drinks and snacks from your cafe in place of them.

One day, they were called to an unexpected meeting at Big Hit Entertainment. As the members filed into the room, the staff laid out a series of photos taken of them in your cafe. “What’s this?” Namjoon asks while picking up a photo to take a closer look. “A news reporter had been stalking you guys and following you around,” a staff member explains, “she was caught stalking other idols as well and these were found in her possession.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows furrow as he looks at you in the photo. Seeing photos of you reminded the members of just how much they missed you. Work and their busy schedules were good distractions for them, but they couldn’t avoid remembering you and your cafe when they looked at the pictures.

It was hard to stop seeing you, especially because not all of the members agreed. Jin, Jimin and J-Hope fought hard for you because they didn’t believe that you would do something like that. But in the end, they all complied to stop seeing you, not because they believed you would do such a thing, but because they trusted Yoongi. Yoongi had no reason to lie about you. If anything, he was the most hurt because he was one of the closest to you.

But now they were questioning if that was the right choice. “Hyung...” Jungkook starts, “Do you think maybe...?” Yoongi cuts him off, “There’s no way she could have known. V was with me that day and no one else was in the cafe.” Taehyung nods before saying, “She was acting weird even though it was empty, but I still don’t think it’s because we told her. She was hiding something.”

They stand in heavy silence. They’re not sure what to do, but they’re hopeful that maybe they were wrong and the friendship they had with you was genuine.

“I’ll go see her,” Jimin says finally, not leaving any room for argument. Along with Yoongi, he was one of the closest to you because they had known you the longest. He was probably also the one who fought the hardest for you, and he wanted to prove your innocence. For a while, there was tension between him and Yoongi because they didn’t agree. But eventually they sorted it out because Jimin knew Yoongi wouldn’t lie about something like this, he was just as hurt as he was.

By the time practice is over that day, it’s almost your closing time but Jimin decides to visit you anyway. It’s now Winter so he’s able to cover his face with a scarf. As he walks towards your cafe, he spots you standing out in the cold in nothing but your uniform, holding the door open to let a couple of homeless people into your cafe. “Please come in. I’ll get you something hot to drink right away,” he hears you say before you follow them inside.

When he steps into your cafe, you’re serving them drinks as well as all the leftover desserts from that day. “I’m sorry this is all that’s left,” you say while smiling sadly. The person sitting in front of you shakes their head and smiles at you, “Bless your soul.”

Once you finish serving them, you turn to Jimin and bow. You’re unable to recognize him as his hood is covering his eyes and a scarf is covering almost half of his face. “How can I help you?” you ask. He orders tea since it was already late and he takes a seat at the counter to observe you.

He frowns a little bit when you’re silent as you make his drink. Usually, you would sing or hum as you did your thing. He assumed that you were just tired since it was past closing time.

You place the cup of tea down in front of him with a smile before walking around the counter to start cleaning the tables. He strikes up a conversation with you, trying to find out how you’ve been and what you’ve been up to, but you somehow avoid the topic and make the conversation about him.

By the time he finishes his tea, the cafe is empty except for you two. Sighing frustratedly, he places the empty teacup down and pays for it. You look up at him concerned, “Is everything alright?” He nods silently at you before bidding you good night and heading home.

You continue to clean and lock up before heading to bed, exhausted from acting happy when you really felt empty and incomplete.

When Jimin arrives home, he updates everyone on how you’ve been. “I don’t know anything, really. She didn’t talk much,” he says with a frown, “She seems really tired and, I don’t know. Something’s a little off.” Any other customer of yours would’ve thought your behaviour was completely normal, but you used to be such close friends with BTS; they could notice a small change in your demeanour from a mile away.

“I hope she’s been taking care of herself properly,” Namjoon says. “Me too,” Jimin agrees, “She’s always looking out for others that she forgets to look after herself,” he says as he remembers the homeless people from earlier. “I always told her to stop being so kind. Someone’s going to take advantage of it one day,” Yoongi adds. “Let’s just check up on her once in a while, try to get her to open up,” Jin suggests. The rest of them agree before heading to bed.

So far, their plan wasn’t going so well. Whenever any of them had free time, they would visit your cafe, check up on you, and try to find out what’s wrong. It’s been almost two weeks and they’ve made no progress. No matter what they tried, you wouldn’t open up to them, not even a little bit. You honestly deserved an award for how good you were at avoiding the topic of yourself. You made it so much harder for them to bring up the topic of BTS and ask you about it when you wouldn’t even talk about how your day was going.

Although they didn’t get any verbal answer from you, they could guess how you’ve been just from watching you. Your loss of light and happiness didn’t go unnoticed by them. They can’t help but feel guilty for not being there for you when you need them most and they feel helpless when they’re unable to do anything while watching you lose yourself.

But the universe appeared to be on their side. In honour of their Grammy nomination, you were selling special BTS cupcakes to celebrate their success. When Jin spotted them in the display case, he saw an opening and he took it.

Sitting at the counter, he asks you, “So, you like BTS?” “I love them,” you answer right away. He nods before continuing, “My friend has always wanted to meet them. Have you ever met them?” he asks before taking a sip of his drink.

You hesitate before answering, “Actually, yeah I have. We used to be good friends,” you say with a sad smile. His eyes widen as he acts surprised, “Really? You were friends with BTS?” You laugh at his reaction before nodding in confirmation, “Yes. They’re so humble and kind. They’re really just,” you pause to try and find the right words to describe them, “such great people, inside and out. They truly deserve the world.”

For a moment, Jin swears he can see the light in your eyes as you talk about them, but it quickly fades. “If you don’t mind me asking,” he starts carefully, “Why aren’t you friends with them anymore?” You laugh awkwardly and run a hand through your hair, “It’s a long story.”

“I have time,” he answers, maybe a bit too quickly. You hesitate, unsure if you should tell him, but for some reason you feel so compelled to open up to the customer. You pause, trying to think of where to start. “Honestly, when I first met them I didn’t even know who they were. They’re so humble and they’re just such genuine people, you’d have no idea they were actually celebrities,” you smile as you recall memories of your early days of meeting them.

“But there are some cruel people out there,” you say as your smile falters. Your voice gets a little watery as you explain, “I had to choose between my friendship with them and their reputation. And it definitely wasn’t easy but, I would never forgive myself if I let my own selfish wants ruin their image and everything they’ve worked for,” you pause to take a deep breath to calm yourself down. “They were so kind to me and I love them so much. But I had to let them go,” you say as your voice cracks. Getting emotional, you quickly apologize and excuse yourself as you run into the kitchen to compose yourself.

Once you disappear behind the door frame, Jin curses out loud. Their suspicions were correct; you knew about the photos. You called them humble, but you were the most humble person they’ve ever met. You let them go, not only because you cared for them, but because you thought it was only your loss. You didn’t realize how much you meant to them, and that made Jin’s heart ache.

He feels guilty for even considering that you actually cared about their status as idols and he wishes he fought harder for you. He sends a quick text to the group chat before getting up from his seat.

Namjoon is the first one to see the message from Jin, and as soon as he sees it, he rushes out of his room to tell everyone. He quickly knocks on everyone’s door, yelling for them to come out.

As soon as everyone’s out of their rooms, he simply says, “It’s y/n.” Everyone immediately rushes to put their jackets and boots on before they’re out the door and running to your cafe.

As you lean against the wall and take a few deep breaths to calm yourself down, you question why you told him. You promised yourself that you wouldn’t open up to anyone ever again, yet you couldn’t help but want to pour your heart out to that customer. They almost seemed familiar.

Once you had composed yourself again, you step out of the kitchen to find the customer standing in front of the register. You bow to him. “Sorry for the wait,” you say with an apologetic smile. The customer shakes his head as he reaches for his hat. Your eyes widen when he takes his hat off. Jin.

You freeze when your eyes meet and you’re unable to speak. Jin moves around the counter and pulls you into his embrace, comforting you as you start to cry into his chest. You were so glad that he finally knew the truth, but then you remembered who caused all this in the first place. Afraid that she could still be watching, you try to pull away, “Jin, we can’t. If she comes back-” He interrupts you, “She was caught. That’s why we came back.”

A wave of relief washes over you as you crumble in his arms. He sways side to side as he rubs your back comfortingly. “Why are you crying?” he asks with a laugh. “Are you not happy to see me?” he says jokingly. That only makes you cry harder. “Okay okay!” he laughs at his failed attempts at cheering you up and strokes your hair gently, “It’s okay, don’t cry.”

Suddenly, the door burst open and six more men push their way inside. As soon as they spot you and Jin, they quickly rush over to you two. Jin releases you to let the others hug you, and Jimin is the first to reach you. He pulls you into his embrace and lets you cry on his shoulder while everyone joins the hug. “Y/nnnnn!” J-Hope cries dramatically, “We’re so sorry!”

They all felt so guilty. You had been nothing but kind and genuine to them and yet they still doubted you. They felt like they didn’t deserve your forgiveness.

Eventually, everyone reluctantly lets go and gives you some space. Well, almost everyone. Taehyung continues to hug you from behind while resting his chin on your shoulder. Jimin releases you, but he only takes a step back so he can look at you.

He stands in front of you and bends down to look you in the eye. He gently holds your face in his hands and wipes away your tears, “We missed you so much,” he says. You finally smile a real smile as you say, “Me too.” Namjoon affectionately ruffles your hair. “There’s that million dollar smile,” he says with a laugh. Jungkook pouts at you, “You’re so mean y/n. You hid that smile from us for so long.”

You smile apologetically at him before you feel a hand take ahold of yours. You look at your hand, and your eyes follow the unknown sleeve until your eyes meet Yoongi’s. You can see the guilt swimming in his eyes as he stares at you, “I’m sorry for everything I said. I was just-”

“It’s okay,” you cut him off, “You guys have to be careful and you were just trying to protect them. I understand.” Taehyung laughs, “You’re right Hyung, she is too nice,” he says. “Yeah,” Jin whines, “Yell at Yoongi or something, he always scolds us!”

Thinking about the news reporter, you ask, “Is she really gone?” Namjoon nods in confirmation, “She was caught stalking other idols. She won’t be a problem anymore.” Yoongi’s eyes darken at the mention of her, “She’s lucky she wasn’t caught by me. I swear-” “Okay that’s enough. She’s gone now so don’t worry about it,” Namjoon quickly cuts him off.

“How have you been?” J-Hope asks while staring at you worriedly. The rest of them look at you with concerned eyes, “Yeah, whenever we stopped by, you looked sad,” Taehyung says. “And tired,” Jungkook adds. “You better have been taking care of yourself!” Jin yells.

You just laugh and try to wave off their worries, “I’m okay, really,” you say. But the looks on their faces show that they don’t believe you. “Life was just hard without my usual taste testers,” you joke. “Are we only taste testers to you?” Jimin asks as he acts offended. You roll your eyes playfully.

“You should have seen when Yoongi told us. Jimin looked like he was about to cry!” J-Hope laughs while pointing at Jimin. Jimin raises his eyebrows at J-Hope. “Hm?” he says while tilting his head and staring intensely at J-Hope.“If I’m not mistaken, you were the one who cried the most when Yoongi came back!” he says while pointing back at him accusingly. They erupted into an argument about who was the most sad or the most angry and you couldn’t help but laugh at their bickering.

You felt complete.

And when they finally stop arguing, you hear Jimin say smugly, “I told you she was different.”

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aredheadedmess · 2 years

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Pied Piper || JJK [5]

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N, an investigative journalist for the Daily Bullet, usually doesn’t see much out of the ordinary; A missing person’s case gone cold, an old case reopened and solved with updated technology, the thrilling excitement when another puzzle of one of the biggest serial killers is cracked. But when an old file resurfaces, she brings back a past that should have been burned with the file a long time ago.

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Chapter Warnings: A few swears (as usual), mentions of a disappearance/missing person, unsettling scenery, mentions of the paranormal, kind of a mellow chapter in terms of warnings/triggers. Please let me know if I missed anything!

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Mystery/Thriller, Paranormal, Strangers to Friends

Chapter Rating: Pg-13

A/N: Oh my gosh guys. I’m SO sorry for not updating until now. Things got a little crazy with school and so I didn’t have a lot of motivation to get the next chapter out. BUT now that things are a little calmer, I finally had the time to get this out there! It’s a little shorter than I would have liked, but I think it turned out good. I should be getting back to the schedule I set myself for this series, so please look forward to more chapters soon! And thank you to those that are still here for this. I hope you like this chapter 😊

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I quickly began to realize that the longer I stayed in the town, the more I realized how much danger I was putting myself into. Not only was I walking into buildings that could collapse at the slightest touch, but there was something that knew I was there, and it wanted to make its presence known.

2 September, 20XX

Crouching down, you bring the camera up to your eye. It doesn’t matter if the shot is perfect, you tell yourself, just as long as the scenery is recognizable. Without a light meter at hand, it’s a much harder feat, but you stick with trusting your first instinct when trying to find the right exposure settings for the scene.

“Why do I have to be here?”

You groan. Without losing your focus on the deteriorating building in front of you, you grumble out a response.

“Because you’re the one who knows their way around town. I do not. Do I have to explain this every five minutes?” you ask exasperatedly.

“I have better things to do.”

The scuffing of Jungkook’s shoes against the gravel of the road tells you he is trying to move farther from you. You don’t blame him for wanting to leave. Conversations are still awkward between the two of you—despite him loosening up his shoulders a little over the past several days—and when you’re doing nothing but taking photos of the already quiet town, you’d want to go back to the comfort of your own home too if you were in his shoes.

You press the shutter button, letting the quick click of the camera be the only sound that comes from you before you turn your attention to the man beside you. Naturally, your hands work with the camera, flicking the lever to move the film to the next frame.

“What’s so mysterious about it that you can’t tell me anything?”

Jungkook scoffs at you. His brows furrow as his eyes flick over to where you are crouched, sending you a halfhearted glare.

“That’s none of your business,” he spits. “I don’t have to explain shit to you.”

“Well excuse me for trying to do my job.”

You roll your eyes, turning back to the building. Maybe one more picture just in case.

“Your job? You call this lame excuse of an investigation your job?”

“Like you could do any better,” you mutter.

You keep your focus away from him as you take another picture. If he’s only going to come after what you chose to do for a living, why bother with giving him any piece of your mind? Though, that doesn’t stop you from hearing the important bit of information that spills from his lips as you press the shutter button.

“Yeah, I probably could. After all the experience I have watching police and other investigators tear up my hometown, trying to find out where my best friend disappeared to, I sure as hell could.”

Hands freezing, your head snaps towards Jungkook.

“Wait, what?”

He’s already gone. Quickly, you fumble with the camera. You toss the gadget into your bag, throwing it over your shoulder before throwing yourself in the direction you know he is headed. You stumble as you round the first corner. Your eyes zero in on his figure, briskly walking with his head down, hands stuffed in his pockets as he makes his way towards his home.

“Jungkook, wait!”

He comes to a stop, keeping his body turned away from you. You manage to stumble to a stop beside him. With the sharpest glare he can give you from the corner of his eyes, he sneers at you.

“I told you to never use that name.”

“Why, huh?” You scoff after catching your breath. Your brows furrow, battling him with a confused gaze of your own. “Why is it that you seem so hellbent on keeping yourself hidden in the shadows? You know, with the way you’re acting, I wouldn’t be surprised if you have anything to do with your friend’s disappearance.”

Jungkook clicks his tongue. He mutters something you can’t catch before turning his head to face you. If you looked close enough, you would have noticed the way his eyes become distant, tears beginning to well up. But with only your job on your mind, you watch as he turns away as quickly as he walked away before.

“You’re just like everyone else,” he mumbles.

His words leave you dumbfounded as you stare at his retreating body.

Your eyes travel across the scene. The dreaded playground you have passed almost every time you’ve walked through town looks even more dreary than it has been. The thick layer of clouds covering the sun doesn’t help, only making the area darker and creepier than you would have liked.

With a deep breath, you pull the camera out of your bag. You step closer to the playground. The wood chips seem to crack under your feet as you walk towards the dull yellow slide on the opposite side of the area. With every step you take, it feels as if the ground is going to swallow you whole. Maybe you should have left this as the last thing you shoot.

A cold breeze blows past you as you mess with the camera’s settings. The sweatshirt and coat you have on do nothing to stop it from sending a chill up your spine. The swingset creaks with the wind, and you quickly glance up towards them. You watch with a frown as only one of them gently swings forward with it. It’s the same one as before, you realise. Maybe the other one is too rusted to move with the smallest push.

“Focus,” you tell yourself.

You don’t want to be here longer than you have to. You still have one more place on your list, and with the way it begins to grow even darker, you're sure you don’t have much daylight left. You aren’t completely satisfied with the settings you think you need for the shot, but they’ll have to do. Anything to get you out of the area faster.

Your fingers fight against the breeze. With how cold it is, it’s a lot harder for you to feel where the shutter button is. Though, you manage to find it, pressing it quickly before storing the camera away in your bag once more. You stuff your hands in your pocket, hoping that the softer lined fabric of your coat will warm them faster than your sweatshirt pouch.

The swing still creaks lightly as you pass it. Unconsciously, your hand slips from your pocket, reaching for the still one beside it. You push against the chain. The swing, contrary to what you thought, twists slightly at the uneven push. You quickly step back, bringing your hand to your chest. If the swing moved under your simple touch, why is the other one swinging much more? You don’t stay to find out. Whipping around, you jog away from the playground.

Though you’ve already left, your mind can’t seem to get away from the terrifying thoughts that cloud your mind as you make your way to the place where everything started. Is the playground haunted? Did I witness a ghost making the one swing move more than the other? No. There’s no way. Ghosts aren’t real. Aren’t they? Another chill runs down your spine. You shake your head, trying to focus back on the task at hand. Your eyes meet the top of the school building before you step around the last corner.

Blackgate Grade School. Built in 1947, the school served as a learning place for all of the children in town. With only a few students per grade, it was easy to really know everyone. For the first few years it opened, everything ran smoothly. It isn’t common for all twelve grades—thirteen if you count kindergarten—to be in the same building, but it was one of the things that made the town unique. You remember reading that students were much more likely to be friends with the children in the other grades, though you’re not sure if that’s actually true. From your own experience in a normal school system, you never would have been caught dead hanging around the middle schoolers when you reached high school. There was some sort of societal agreement that once you stepped foot in the high school building, you were supposed to think you were the superior people. Thinking back, the things that your classmates did to anyone they thought didn’t ‘fit in’ bothered you. You never really did like your time in grade school anyway.

“This place gives me the creeps,” you mutter to yourself.

As you stand in the gateway to the school, you can’t help feeling as if you’re being watched. Carefully, you scan the area, glancing at the street behind you. Don’t psych yourself out. There’s no one else here but you.

With a little hesitation, you walk onto the school grounds. You think back to the file. A lot of the details are blurry in your memory, but you do remember that the last place most of the victims were seen is right inside the school gates. There isn’t anything to suggest a struggle to leave as you look around, but with how long since the last disappearance, there wouldn’t have been any evidence left over. Years of natural wear and tear without the presence of people to keep up with it does a lot to a place.

You take a moment to take in the scenery. There’s a small playground off to the side of the building, just as dilapidated as the one in the town’s center is. Most of the windows for the school are broken. Some are completely missing the glass in the frame, others shattered beyond repair. You can see glimpses of graffiti on the lower floor, most likely from rebellious teenagers both in and out of town. The grass around the grounds is almost dead. Patches of dirt are strewn about the place. If you listen close enough, you can hear the ghostly sound of children screaming about playfully as the breeze blows through the empty hallways. It’s an uneasy sight. You’ve never come across a school as barren as this one. Any time that you’ve had to visit a school, they were always still in use.

Snap.

Your head twists towards the school gates. Is someone following you? Carefully, you turn your entire body towards the sound, leaning slightly in curiosity. Your heart throbs against your chest. From your spot, you can’t see any hint of a figure, human or animal. It doesn’t help that the longer you stand there, the darker it is getting, making it harder to tell if anyone is in the distance.

“Hello?” you hesitantly call out.

Has Jungkook come back? Though, why would he? You didn’t bother to be nice with the last thing you had said to him. You wouldn’t be surprised if the moment you get back to the Bed and Breakfast all your stuff is tossed into the front yard. Who would want to host you when all you’ve done is be a nuisance?

You receive no answer. Must’ve been an animal, you conclude. What else would have made that noise? You don’t dare think of the possibilities, wanting to take the pictures as fast as possible to get away from the haunting building. The school is a lot more disturbing than the town park. You’d rather stay overnight at the park than stay on the school grounds any longer.

Throwing your backpack off your shoulders, you fish for the camera. For, hopefully, the last time, your fingers grasp the cold object, pulling it from the confines of your bag. You frantically mess with the settings. You hope to be able to get at least one picture before your fingers freeze from the chilling wind. Aiming the lens towards the building, you press the shutter button. The camera clicks and you flick the film advance lever before turning to face the front gate. The last place most of the victims had been seen by their peers. You adjust the settings on the camera, taking one last picture before you toss the camera back into your bag.

Quickly stepping towards the gate, you begin to feel your chest become heavy. Almost as if an elephant is sitting on you. The weight constricts your breathing. You have to throw an arm up to hold onto the wall beside the gate to keep yourself upright as you try to steady your breathing. Are you coming down with something? You wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve caught a cold already. With how many times you’ve been out at sunset, when the temperature drops several degrees almost instantly in the absence of the sun, you were bound to get sick. Though, as your vision begins to fade slightly, you know that it’s no regular sickness.

That’s when you hear it. Mixed with the breeze that continues to blow past you, a light melody plays. It’s faint, but you can make out the higher register of a simple song that dances with the wind. You can’t tell if it’s your imagination or not, seeing how you are still losing your sense of awareness, but whatever it is, it makes the tightness in your chest a little more bearable. Though, it’s gone just as fast as it appeared. The music stops, leaving you to wonder if it was all in your head. Slowly, the weight of your chest is lifted off of you. Your vision returns back to normal. You still keep your hold on the wall for a few moments, making sure that once you let go, you won’t collapse to the ground. Deeming yourself to be okay again, you furrow your brows.

“What the hell was that?”

Too tired from the event that occurred only an hour prior, you decide to return to the Bed and Breakfast. Contrary to your thoughts, Jungkook did not lock you out of the place, and all of your things are just as you left them this morning. Though, there is no dinner waiting for you tonight. You don’t blame him. You wouldn’t treat your guest if they had been unsympathetic towards you and your past.

You don’t mind it though. Instead, you return to your room, set your backpack at the desk, and grab the manila folder sitting in the open. There is something that has been bothering you since your conversation with Jungkook. Did he know the most recent victim? He couldn't have. You don’t remember the last disappearance being that recent. Opening the folder, you shuffle the papers around until you find the one you’re looking for.

‘Name: Yugyeom Kim, Age: 16’ it reads. Your eyes skim the report form for anything that sticks out to you. Most of the information provided isn’t of much use, such as his appearance and the information of who reported the disappearance. As you glance over the date the boy was last seen, your eyes widen. Eight years. It has only been eight years since the last disappearance. How could you have missed that? You would have been only a year older than the boy. Scanning the rest of the document, your eyes catch another piece of vital information.

“Oh my god,” you mutter.

The last person that had seen the missing teen is none other than your host. This is the friend he had mentioned earlier.

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daydream-hobii · 3 years

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Flowers & Weeds | Prequel to Roses & Thorns | Chapter 7

Genre: Prequel to Roses & Thorns; Poly!AU; Hybrid!AU; Fluff & Angst

Pairing: BTS x Female!Reader; Alpaca!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Fox!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Bear!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Bunny!Jungkook

Summary: Before Y/n rehabilitated hybrids, she was just an average rich daughter of a well-known hybrid breeder. She was also someone who didn’t want hybrids in her life, she didn’t like how they had to have an owner when really, they were more human than animals. When the government starts threatening her, she decides to get one to make them start. That’s what changes everything.

Warning: Mentions of Mental & Physical Abuse, Depression, Anxiety, and Suicidal Thoughts; High Suggestions of Smut; Future Mentions of Attempted Suicides; Read with Caution~ <3 This Chapter in Particular Mentions Medical Issues, as well as Cleaning Wounds. Read with Caution. <3

Word Count: 1,500

Connected Series: Roses & Thorns

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Author’s Note: Welcome to Chapter 7! I’ll add links later. I hope you like it!! ^_^

Seokjin sat on my couch, legs crossed and eyes flicking around the room. It was closing in on two in the morning, and I figured my two boys were asleep in my bed. I walked to the bathroom, returning with some medical supplies. He whined slightly at them, frowning and more tears falling.

“Hey, I just need to clean the wounds,” I said, gently. “I don’t want to get them infected…. It’s going to sting, okay?” Seokjin watched me, nodding his head. I took a deep breath, pouring the hydrogen peroxide on his chest. He let out a loud scream, making me flinch as I placed a large towel over him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” I looked up at him with sad eyes, watching his tears fall as he bit his lip. “Alright, alright, it’s okay….”

He nodded, pulling his lips between his teeth as he breathed air in through his nose, eyes slamming shut. I pulled the towel away, the blood that was on his chest coming off so I could see the full extent of his injuries… they were bad.

“Honey, I have to do your back,” I said, making him whimper. “Let me get you a rag to bite on, okay?” Again, he only nodded. I ran to the bathroom, jumping when I saw Namjoon and Taehyung sitting on the stairs, looking concerned.

“Everything okay?” Namjoon asked, eyeing the blood that ran across my shirt.

“No,” I whispered. “He’s hurt bad, and he won’t talk…. I want you two to go back to my room, he needs to get some sleep and I don’t know how he’ll react to you two.”

“Okay…” Taehyung answered, frowning. “Be careful, okay?”

“Promise,” I whispered back, going into the bathroom and grabbing a washcloth, running back over to Seokjin. I wrapped it up, holding it straight and watching him bite on it and turn around. It was just as bad as his front…. “Alright, 3, 2, 1.” I poured it, listening to his muffled screaming in the cloth. I placed a new towel on it, frowning as I listened to his screams slow down. “Okay, alright, we’re done.”

I took away the towel, showing him the bandage. I began wrapping it around his entire torso, covering every inch of wound he had. By the end of it, I could only see his shoulders and arms. I let out a shaky breath, nodding my head.

“Are you tired?” I whispered. His eyes fluttered up to me, nodding his head. “Follow me, I’ll show you your room.” I stood, watching him stand as well and follow me up the stairs.

I put him across from Namjoon, the second door on the right from the large staircase up to my bedroom. I watched him walk over to his bed, touching it gently and eyeing it. I went across the hall and into Taehyung’s room, grabbing a pair of pajama pants and a shirt before coming back to find Seokjin laying down, eyes trying to stay open. The pair of pants he wore were ragged and I could see his legs.

“Alright, these are for you,” I whispered. “Go to sleep, we’ll talk in the morning, okay? Get some rest.” I watched as he shut his eyes, his breathing becoming slow. I sighed in relief, walking out and gently closing the door. I walked up the stairs and into my room, where Namjoon and Taehyung sat on my bed, waiting patiently for me.

“Is he okay, Y/n?” Taehyung asked, watching me change into my own pajamas. I shrugged, walking over and laying between them, exhaustion filling me.

“No, Tae, I don’t think so,” I whispered. They both laid down, facing me as I laid on my back. “He has whip marks all over his body…. He was screaming when I went into the house….”

“What’s his name?” Namjoon asked.

“Seokjin,” I said, shutting my eyes. “I don’t know anything about him, just that he doesn’t like human men much….”

“What about hybrids?” Taehyung asked, curiously.

“Well… I don’t know…” I admitted. “We’ll find out in the morning, I guess….” Namjoon kissed my temple, curling into my side.

“Go to sleep,” Namjoon whispered, making me sigh in comfort.

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” I mumbled, feeling sleep completely engulf me.

The next morning, I was in the kitchen making breakfast. It was really early, my two boys still asleep upstairs. Even though exhaustion filled my every pore, I knew I had to get up early for our newcomer. Plus, I could probably take a nap later, as I didn’t have too many duties being under the radar.

When I turned around from the stove, I jumped when I saw Seokjin sitting at the island, watching me patiently. He seemed to flinch himself, but I gave the softest smile I could, nodding my head in hello and turning back to the stove to finish the eggs.

“Morning, Seokjin,” I said, turning and dumping the eggs onto four plates. I turned the stove off, turning back and gently pushing a plate near Seokjin, who nodded in thanks. “Did you sleep well?” I asked, beginning to eat my own plate of food. He nodded, giving the smallest smile, making my heart skip at the accomplishment. “Good, I’m glad. I see you put on Tae’s clothing.” Seokjin seemed to tense up, looking at me with wide, fearful eyes.

“Oh, don’t worry, they’re hybrids.” I paused to see his reaction, and it seemed to be much calmer. “So, hybrids are okay, right?” I questioned, making him look at me and nod.

“Can we come in?” Taehyung whispered from the opening, frowning slightly as Seokjin turned to look at him before turning back.

“Of course. Here’s your breakfast,” I whispered, grabbing their plates and handing it to them as they came in, smiling softly at Seokjin who nodded in hello. “Tae, I hope you don’t mind, I let him borrow your clothing.”

“Sure thing,” Taehyung said, smiling largely at the Alpaca, who gave a soft smile back. Progress. “If you want, you can borrow more! Or, Y/n could take you to the Hybrid Mall.” Seokjin tensed up again, frowning and looking down.

“It may be too soon for that, honey,” I whispered, kissing his cheek before doing the same to Namjoon. “If you’d prefer, you can use my computer to look up clothing from the hybrid mall. I can do a pick up order for you, so you can still get what you like.” Seokjin seemed to flash a very small smile, nodding his head. I smiled back, nodding and beginning to eat my own breakfast.

I stared at my computer, my brow furrowed as a mixture of anger and sadness rolled through me. It’s like I couldn’t keep my emotions in line. My partner had sent me Seokjin’s file, and the more I read, the more infuriated I became.

Namjoon knocked on the door, walking into the room and shutting it. He always was way more confident than Taehyung. I looked over my computer at him, shaking my head and looking back to the file. Namjoon sat in the chair in front of me, eyeing me as his tail twitched curiously.

“They killed his entire family,” I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief. “They thought his owner was harboring hybrids and they killed him and the others.”

“I’ve heard many stories like that,” Namjoon said, his voice soothing.

“His owner was in his mid sixties and owned a fucking farm, Namjoon, he wasn’t harboring hybrids,” I snapped, raising my voice more than I wanted to. Namjoon squinted his eyes cautiously, not moving a muscle. “I’m sorry, I’m just upset….” I mumbled.

“It’s alright,” Namjoon replied, leaning forward. He reached over, gripping your clenching hand and making you look at him with soft eyes. “No one ever said this job would be easy… but I know you’re strong enough to get through the most horrible scenarios.”

“Thanks, Joonie,” I mumbled, shutting my computer and rubbing my face. “There were pictures in his file and… they were so awful.”

“What happened to him?” Namjoon asked, leaning back and furrowing his brow. “Why didn’t he get killed?”

“Alpaca’s are rare when they look as good as he does,” I mumbled, looking at him. “Most alpaca hybrids look deformed, like a genuine mix between human and animal. He’s the first I’ve seen that doesn’t have a long neck and hooves…. They probably thought they could make some money off of him.”

“I can guess what they did to him in there…” Namjoon mumbled, frowning.

“Says that he had lived on the farm since the day he was born,” I replied. “When he came to the auction, he was ornery and didn’t listen…. They…” I trailed off, shaking my head and looking down.

“I know,” Namjoon replied. “I was there once….” I looked up, frowning and reaching over, gripping his hand. “Don’t worry. He’ll be okay…. He’s safe with you.”

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━ about: a healthy splash of angst; reader is slightly older than Jungkook (also in denial) and he is a whole forest because there's just so much pine

━ requested by @manavi-meera (?) tumblr deleted your ask when I tried to write in it, all I saw was the gif :/

"Just think about it."

"It's Jungkook!"

"Yeah, it's Jungkook. So think about it."

"Hmm."

It's around when your foot is halfway across the threshold that Yoongi speaks again — just as somber as he'd begun the conversation. If, of course, one's ex-boyfriend turned best friend hurtling a bunch of mistruths and delusions at a completely oblivious and confused party of the other could be construed as a "conversation".

"Oh and ______________?"

You turn around, feeling some form of clammy fear sink its grimy talons around your gut the longer this stifled, awkward bout of silence drags on.

"Yeah?"

"Just...be kind. No matter what you do."

And because for some unknown reason a sudden knot appears at the base of your throat, you can't speak — without rhyme or reason it seems nigh impossible to utter a single word so you nod. Nod and leave Yoongi to sit in his studio alone and with that disconcerting glimmer in his eye.

Jungkook liking you — one has to laugh!

“Old man has to be checked for dementia,” you grouse to yourself, the only thing hearing your discontent being the darkness of the emptied hallway.

The thought! The absolute gall!

Jungkook liking you…

It’s — it's ridiculous!

But because of one nosey little fucker, the idea has been planted in your head now and like an invasive species of flora, it refuses to leave your gardens alone.

You try to imagine, you give it an honest, good effort but even now, after all these years what you see before your eyes when thinking of Jungkook are those big, wet eyes. It doesn’t matter how many tattoos and piercings he adorns himself with, how many bikes he drives through the night in the name of the thrill, none of it matters — to you he’s just a gangly kid, always turning his face away so you don’t see the nearly constant state of panic reflected in his features.

What Yoongi has been smoking you have no idea, frankly you certainly don’t want to try it if it causes this sort of brain damage.

Jungkook yearning for you.

Yearning. Just hearing that word bounce back in your skull makes you scoff. Yearning was for torrid love affairs and sentimental romance books; no one in real life yearned. Who could possibly have the time?

Grab your jacket —> go home —> forget this ever happened —> maybe share a demure chuckle or two with Yoongi five years laters, because obviously he’d be embarrassed about being this wrong about something but the plan is fucked.

It’s fucked because big, brown eyes are staring right back at you, as you round the corner into the wardrobe and more importantly they’re holding your jacket. Well, his hands, not the eyes. Eyes couldn’t hold things.

“Welcome back,” Jungkook outstretches the jacket towards you, his voice rumbling low in the chest. It’s usually a pleasant hum but because of Yoongi you cannot help but wonder whether it’s a pleased hum as well. “Why didn’t you tell me you're stopping by?”

Had it been just yesterday you would have punched his arm, rolled your eyes and annoyed the ever loving shit out of him, saying he’s not your boyfriend — you don’t owe him to know when and where you’re coming and going but it’s today and suddenly merely touching him feels excruciatingly awkward.

“Must have slipped my mind,” you mutter, struggling to put the jacket on. A faint wrinkle of discontent worms its way in the space between his eyebrows. Frustration rises and he outstretches himself to help you — out of instinct, out of annoyance? — you're not quite sure, before it never crossed your mind to ponder about it. However, now that you do your legs take an automated step back and Jungkook's hands after a second of lingering contemplatively into the air, half reached out towards you drop back to his thighs — unassuming and still.

"Something wrong?" he asks, inclining his head to the side and why....

...why is it sort of cute?

Cute in a very Jungkook way but not in a usual Jungkook way because usually he was like a little brother you never wanted and...

"__________________?"

...and you're spiralling.

"Yeah?" you blink down on him and the frown on his face deepens.

"You're a bit," jerkily, he waves his fingers around. "Out of it."

"You're like a brother to me, right?"

You didn't mean for it to come out as a question but it is now and it's terrifying. It's terrifying because Yoongi was right. Jungkook's not laughing or scoffing or even acting annoyed or offended by this familiarity. Rather there's this ashen film covering his face and the longer his gaze flits anxiously from one spot to another — anywhere but your own persona — the more you understand.

He'd thrust his heart into your awkward hands and now you're simply horrified to even hold it with more pressure — what if it breaks, what if you hurt it in anyway? It feels more like an injured bird than a heart — any wrong move and you would do something that would weigh down on you for the rest of the remaining days.

It's your turn to call out his name and echoing the same confused, absent-minded state you're in, he hums at the mention of his name, eyes hazy and teeth gnawing on his lip.

"I mean I always thought we're...friends, you know?"

"You're still—"

"I'm not little anymore."

For a second he gains a new sort of resolution - the hazy veil in his eyes is traded for something more steel like and his spine straightens just for a second befoer he collapses into himself, muttering with no small amount of bitterness:

"I'm not a kid, ___________, and you're not that much older than me."

"I know it's just," there is an ill-willing sense of a migraine coming on - you could feel it into the tepid albeit painful tension sitting at the base of your neck. "I guess it's just hard to shake off first impressions, Koo."

He gives an ugly sort of snort — a bit bitter, a bit self-depreciating — and you swear there is a "don't I know it" under his breath, grumbled in a tone that implies it's something of an inside joke with himself.

You wonder what it means.

"I'll walk you home," he suddenly utters, jumping up from the seat. Was he always such a beefcake? Your stare lingers just a touch too long and now that the proverbial scales had been ripped off your eyes you fully grasp how he preens underneath this crumb of attention.

It brings back the awkward feel in your hands — like holding something too small and too precious while walking across a tightrope.

"I didn't ask—"

"Tough shit," he throws over his shoulder, already walking away, pretending to be all cool.

"When did you get so commanding?" you grouse, rushing to keep up with him. It's a bit easier to breathe for now, here in the desolate hallway of HYBE's lower wardrobess, things have for now returned to normal and you revel in that fact though in the back of your mind you know things are soon to change. Conversations will be had and secrets will be spiilled, be it for better or worse. You know it and Jungkook knows it but for now you both pretend it's the same it used to be and bicker to your heart's delight.

"Spank me then."

"Fucking perv."

"Who do you think I learned it from?"

"From Namjoon's truly godless porn sites."

"I'm a good boy, I would never."

"Wipe that sly grin off your face and maybe I'll believe you."

send in a picture of the boys and I’ll write a scenario

#why did this turn out so messy lmaaaoooo #yoongi being the ex boyfriend whose aware of Jungkook's feelings #reader being awkward and scared #and older than Jungkook #and him pining for reader but clearly being insecure about the age thing and how being viewed as a kidd #this is some telenovela shit (T_T)#anyway I'm back baby #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook x y/n #bts angst #jungkook angst #bts drabble #jungkook drabbles #file/picture series/jungkook

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vanaera · 4 years

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𝐌𝐲 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 | 𝟎𝟑 | 𝐣𝐣𝐤

Synopsis: A future technology allows cops to jump in the past and future to investigate crimes that have happened and prepare for those that are about to happen. A simple hit-and-run turns into something more when Captain Jeon Jungkook finds himself as the victim of a culprit who cannot be identified by the system. Especially when the culprit seems to be the same person behind the new case that’s threatening the order in the justice organization. All goes haywire when Jungkook gets involved with Y/N L/N, the clairvoyant sketch artist who may be his only help to solve the case.

Characters: Jungkook x Female Reader

Genre/AU: Sci-fi, romance, angst, mystery, action, fluff (in this chapter!) (cop!JK x artist!you), based on the movie Minority Report

Wordcount: 7.8k

Warnings: Dark themes and implied smut (in future chapters); mentions of blood (PG-16 Rating)

A/N: I busted my brain cells writing the action scenes for this so please feel free to tell me what you think about this chapter!

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

Jungkook steps away from Yoongi and races out of the Murder Sector and into the Left Wing. “Captain Jeon!” Yoongi hollers behind him, but Jungkook doesn’t turn an inch towards his way. His mind is set. There’s no time for this. Jungkook runs to the main building’s hallway, eyes set on the closing elevators. He could hear Yoongi and even Jimin and Taehyung close behind. Jungkook sprints. He reaches the elevator just in time and slides himself into the sliver of space left by the closing doors.

By the time Taehyung shouts “Captain!” the doors of the metal lift have already shut close.

Jungkook raps his knuckles on the gray door in hurried beats. It takes six more knocks until it bursts open.

“Why are you here?” Y/N pointedly looks at him, forehead creased.

Jungkook doesn’t say anything and makes his way inside the studio. He scrutinizes the room. The buckets of paint are still a mess, the owl painting still unfinished. Jungkook turns around and finally looks at the girl. “What do you mean with your text? That you saw a ‘Sooah Kim?’”

Y/N closes the door shut and shakes her head. Jungkook only notices she’s wearing a black, sleeveless, turtleneck cropped top. Black, baggy cargo pants cinch at the top of her black combat boots. She has her hair tied in a low ponytail, stray strands framing her face. She looks like a different person once again.

Y/N pulls the stool and sits, clasping her hands together on the table. A black dragon tattoo spirals from her upper arm to her elbow. Jungkook has never seen it before. Nor the monochrome hornet bee tattoo peeking from the center of her abdomen, its translucent wings spread wide. From the size of the insect’s abdomen, Jungkook thinks it could be a queen. He’s seen one of them in his trip to Vietnam with Namjoon last year.

Y/N tilts her head. Jungkook’s eyes dart back towards hers. Y/N chuckles. “So, that’s why you rushed here?” she raises a brow, “to know if I indeed saw a Sooah Kim?”

Jungkook walks to the table. “This is not a time for joking, Y/N,” he grits, slamming his hands on the table.

Y/N stares blankly at him. She leans back in her seat and crosses her arms. Her top rides up. The hornet shows in complete view. It is indeed a queen. “If that is your question, then, yes, I saw a Sooah Kim. Though I don’t know why you have to come here right now without any schedule—”

“I need answers, Y/N. Right now.” Jungkook’s brows meet together. “The red file we saw yesterday—a blank turned up earlier containing the same Winston file and—”

“So you believe me now?”

Silence.

Jungkook takes a step back, “When did I tell you I didn’t?”

Y/N scoffs, “You don’t have to tell me, Jungkook. I know you didn’t. And now that one of my visions matched with your current reality, you’re suddenly open to trusting me with answers you so seek.”

“Y/N—”

“It’s okay, I understand.” Y/N waves a hand. “I already expected it. Actually, I’ve already seen this day coming. You with that funny face,” Y/N points at him, chuckling, “God, I’ve never seen such a conflicted face in a while.” Y/N sits back up, “Anyway, I have to give you leeway in my judgment. After all, it’s not easy for anyone in an established system to believe in something that doesn’t belong in their paradigm. So now that you want your answers,” Y/N kicks back the stool in front of her, “Sit.”

Jungkook slowly makes his way around the stool and sits. It feels oddly nostalgic to be in the same place again. Even if this time he’s sitting in Y/N’s initial position, Y/N in his—their social position remains the same. He still has the shorter end of the stick.

“Let’s start now.” Y/N bends down to retrieve a small, black canvas bag from the stack of boxes and papers on her side. She produces a white folder and pushes it to the man.

Jungkook looks at Y/N. The girl only smiles. Jungkook’s eyes drop to the stationery in front of him. He flips it open. It’s a composite sketch of a woman in her late twenties. She has a small, square face with a rounded chin, short button nose, and small but wide, mono-lidded eyes. Her ears are quite big for her petite face, her shoulders are short, and her neck, elegantly long like a swan. Her hair is parted to the left, chopped at shoulder-length, dark strands softly framing her face. For lack of any better word, she is beautiful.

“That’s Sooah Kim.” Jungkook’s eyes dart back to Y/N. The girl explains, “I tried to do a read in the future based on what we found at Somerset Road. What I only got are short clipped frames. A white lobby of a hospital, dark metal bookshelves, a tipped hourglass, a picture of this woman, and a label at its bottom that said ‘Sooah Kim.’ Y/N cups her jaw, “there’s also a frame that showed Winston’s red file.”

Jungkook’s brows bunch up together.

Y/N continues, “So I figured the two of them must be connected. I drew a composite sketch of Sooah just in case we chance upon her someday. Though I’m not sure she will look this young. The vision looked kinda grainy so it must be memories. I’ve experienced seeing these kinds of things before and most often than not, they’re remnants of the past that will separately appear in the future. Like a prophecy.” Y/N looks at Jungkook, “I can’t put this into better words, so if you’d like, do you want to see them?”

“What will I see?”

“My vision,” Y/N smiles. “I could say you coming here as soon as I finished my read is actually a good thing. For you, that is. Not for me. You disturbed me from my work.” Y/N rolls her shoulders back, “The vision won’t be as vivid as I first saw it but the memory of it is still fresh in my mind. Good for you, you could do a little peek-in.”

“But how will I do that?”

Y/N leans forward and opens her left palm, “Hold my hand.” Jungkook looks at her confused. Y/N rolls her eyes, “Just hold my hand, goddamn it.”

Jungkook clears his throat. He raises his hand and ghosts it above Y/N’s. He closes his eyes and he fills every slot between her fingers with his own.

And then, Jungkook feels it—the fall. He feels like falling in a still body of water, the sound of the splash violent like the shot of a rifle. A gush of water soon fills his lungs, vanquishing the oxygen in each fiber of his muscles. Jungkook claws at his throat but no matter how hard he pulls at his skin, no matter how hard he coughs, no water spills out. He’s drowning in frigid nothingness.

The fall seems to go on forever. Jungkook stretches out his limbs but it’s useless. There’s nothing in his way that could tether him to the above. He falls deeper into the waters until he suddenly feels a ripple beneath his head. The world tips over and his head shoots out from the surface, setting off a spray of water from the movement.

There’s something cold beside his face but there’s no longer water filling his lungs. He’s breathing fine again. The fall has stopped. Jungkook’s eyes shoot open and he gasps. He’s floating on water. It’s cold and there’s nothing but darkness in front of him.

That is until the blackness filling his eyes flickers and all he could see now is light. Bright light. Natural like the ones that pass through the windows in the early morning. The light dims and it fades into the view as a brightly-lit white hallway replaces it. There are people in white coats walking. Some are running with assistants behind their steps. It looked like a hospital but devoid of any patients. The whiteness of the hallway faints into black and soon, there are no more hallways nor people dressed in white coats. Just metal shelves lined next to each other, foreboding as they stand under a dingy light that paints everything in murky dark green. Before Jungkook’s perspective could see more of the shelves, the view changes completely, and frames flash before his eyes in quick successions.

A tipped-over hourglass, wilted flowers falling down its hollow neck instead of sand. Black blood-like liquid running down a mountain of lackluster coins. A black eagle against a golden wall, its bloody wings severed, pinned next to its body, burning. And then, Jonathan Winston’s red file flat on a wooden desk. A phantom hand turns it open and instead of Jungkook’s crime record and thick documents of paper, it contains a picture of a woman with mahogany hair, long neck, and small, wide eyes staring right into Jungkook’s eyes. Inked letters smudge the white edges of the picture black, forming the words “Sooah Kim.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen. It’s exactly like the woman Y/N sketched. Before he could ponder more, he is pulled back into the waters. His lungs squeeze tight and he’s falling once again. When he gasps, he’s no longer in the murky water, but slump over a wooden table, dry and warm. Jungkook flinches back and he feels a strong tug on his left arm. He raises his head and he meets a pair of dark eyes.

“So, did you see enough?”

Jungkook’s brows raise and he realizes he’s still holding Y/N’s hand. He immediately lets go as if he was burned. His eyes roam around. Buckets of paint lay on the floor. Newspapers are messily strewn around. The huge gap of a window letting sunlight inside. So much it completely fills the room with the golden hue of the afternoon. He’s back in Y/N’s studio and it’s ironically warm.

“You look so shocked.”

Jungkook whips his head to the girl. His eyes stretch wide as he wraps his hand around his throat. It doesn’t feel sore and he doesn’t feel out of breath.

“Your throat is fine, don’t worry,” Y/N snickers. “The water and the fall, they’re all just mental projections.”

“B-but the black blood, the hallway, the shelves, and the burning eagle—”

“That is my vision.”

Jungkook looks at her. Y/N tilts her head, “Did you see Sooah Kim?”

Jungkook’s eyes glance at the sketch composite in front of him. He nods, “y-yeah.” He turns to Y/N, “But I don’t understand, how did I see your vision?”

“Simple,” Y/N leans back in her chair, “Time jump to a memory.”

Jungkook brows shoot up, “I ju-jumped in your m-memory?”

“You didn’t make the jump. I let you jump into my memory.” Y/N crosses her arms, “I want you to see my vision. I couldn’t make sense of the hourglass, the coins, the bird, and their connection with the white hallway and dark shelves. I could only connect Sooah Kim and Winston. The driver of the Jaguar has a Winston file in his car. Of course, he’s interested in it. And Sooah appears to be involved with Winston’s case. So, I guess we could say she may be a key to solve your unidentifiable suspect.” Y/N flashes him an apologetic smile, “Sorry you had to suffer the waters. They’re boundaries of the memory map I set on myself.”

Jungkook’s forehead crease. “You set a memory map on yourself?”

“Of course. My business revolves around memories, I don’t want any of my memories messing with the ones I need for a case. Nor do I want my clients invading them, especially those who have access to time-traveling technology.”

“Why? What’s with people who can time travel?”

Y/N sighs, “In case you didn’t know yet from your job, memories mark passed time. Time is made sense by people’s memories in them. So, every travel you make, you’re jumping into memories. Your organization has eyes on almost everywhere to see and have the same memories the people have.” Y/N looks into his eyes, “With your kind of technology, you can easily get into anyone’s head.”

Jungkook presses his lips together.

“I think our meeting is done for today,” Y/N stands up and smiles, “I’ll send you off.”

Jungkook climbs down the steps of Mini-Palais, Y/N following behind. He doesn’t know why she suddenly wanted to see him off but he’s not against it. In fact, he feels relieved she’s being kind to him even after he doubted her skills. Maybe it’s because of the large sum of money he’s gonna wire to her at the end of the week. But Jungkook feels it’s more than that. At least, that’s what he wants to think.

Once they make it to the street, Jungkook turns around. “I’ll contact you as soon as I get something on Sooah Kim.”

Y/N doesn’t seem to focus on him because she’s eyeing the surroundings. Jungkook clears his throat.

Y/N darts her eyes back to his, “Where’s your car? You didn’t bring it?”

“Um, yeah. Its coding is today.” Jungkook shrugs.

Y/N smirks, “So you ran all the way here from your work just because you wanna get your answers?”

“Well, I didn’t run all the way,” Jungkook chuckles, “I took a cab.” The mirth in his eyes soon dies down when his phone rings in his bomber jacket. “One second,” he says to Y/N. He swipes the call to answer it.

“Yeah, Namjoon?”

“Jungkook, yeah, hi,” Namjoon says, his voice hesitant. “I don’t think I can make it. The Bureau wants us to do overtime for the backlog of files in the archives. I know you don’t have your car with you. I’m sorry I won’t be able to drive you to the hospital.”

“Hey, it’s alright,” Jungkook says, “I can commute on my own. Don’t worry.”

“But—”

“Namjoon, just focus on your job and come home safely, okay?”

Namjoon sighs, “Okay.”

“Bye,” Jungkook ends the call, slipping his phone back into his breast pocket. Turning back to Y/N, he sees the curious tilt of her head so he explains, “It’s Namjoon. He’s supposed to, um, drive me to the hospital.”

Y/N’s eyes widen, “Why? What happened?”

“Nothing serious. Just have to get my stitches off,” Jungkook raises his right arm.

“Oh, from the crash.”

“Yeah.” Jungkook shrugs, “It’s alright. Nothing big. Namjoon made it sound serious. He tends to over-worry.”

“Yeah,” Y/N nods. She looks down, sighing, and looks at Jungkook, “Well, if you want, I can drive you to the hospital instead.”

Jungkook’s forehead furrows.

“I have a ride,” Y/N answers, turning around in her heel, “Wait for me, I’ll get my keys.”

Y/N disappears back into the staircase, leaving Jungkook alone in the street. Well, this is something he didn’t expect from her. He smiles to himself. He looks around the neighborhood. There’s a woman carrying her groceries in a flimsy newspaper bag. At the end of the street is a mother holding the hand of her daughter, probably just fetched her from school. Drunkards start early in their alcohol indulgence at a convenience store by the corner. And a senile man standing in front of his porch is staring intently at him. Jungkook looks down at himself. He’s still wearing FJO’s ID. Jungkook zips up his jacket, tucking away his ID. When he looks back at the man, he has already shifted his attention to the drunkards. Jungkook presses his lips together. This may be just a boundary between Middle Town and Down Hill but it’s still the other side of the town.

“Hey.”

Jungkook turns around and sees Y/N walking towards him, pushing a mechanical panther by her side. Jungkook thinks it’s a 1981 Kawasaki KZ400. It looks similar to the bike Taehyung has been fantasizing from his vintage magazines. Although the engine’s rust starkly contrasts the bike’s shiny black coat, it’s still a wonder to behold. It looks so old and new at the same time.

Y/N thrusts a white helmet in his hands, “Where’s your hospital?”

“Uh, Metropolis Medical City.”

Y/N hums as she shrugs on her leather jacket. She slips on her own black helmet and swings her leg onto the bike. She kickstarts the motor, the engine immediately revving alive. Y/N looks at him and cocks her head, “What are you waiting for? Hop on.”

Jungkook slips on his helmet and hesitantly rides behind her. Once he adjusts in his seat, he secures his hands on the back handle. “I-I’m okay now.”

Y/N starts and the sudden speed throws Jungkook off balance. His hands scramble on air until he frantically loops his arms around the driver’s waist.

Y/N looks back at him, “We’re gonna go pretty fast to keep up with the cars in Middle Town. So if you don’t wanna die before we even solve your case, you have to hold onto me like this.”

Even with her helmet on, Jungkook can see her smirking. With his heart still beating loud in his ears, Jungkook grumbles a begrudging “Fine” at her back.

The trip to the hospital is supposed to take forty minutes. However, Jungkook felt only fifteen minutes have passed. Exposure to movement makes it feel like everything is going in fast motion. Jungkook is so used to the isolation of his car as he speeds through the highways of Metropolis. He doesn’t need to constantly shift lanes to keep up with the other vehicles because inside his car, his pace is fine.

And now, he’s out in the open air and the wind is continuously beating against his jacket and the adrenaline from avoiding and overtaking speeding vehicles is nipping at his nerves. The concrete overarching flyovers twist and turn above him as it bridges Middle Town to Metropolis. The metallic kingdom of Metropolis shines in silver and polished glass and metal from afar. The rest of Middle Town lay on his side. It pales to Metropolis in the mediocrity of their old buildings and cheap cracking paint.

Y/N lowers herself onto her bike, climbing up her speedometer. Consequently, Jungkook leans further into her. Everything then seems to go much faster. So fast they warp into each other, producing a convoluting mass of moving streaks of colors. It’s dizzying but it’s beautiful. For once, Jungkook thinks feeling everything goes fast is liberating.

However, things are bound to return to the way they used to be. Jungkook finds reality sinking back too fast for his liking when they pull up to the huge parking lot of Metropolis Medical Center.

Y/N turns the key off and Jungkook hops down, taking off his helmet. He hands it to Y/N, “Thank you for this.”

Y/N pushes it back to him, “No, hold onto it. I’ll drive you to your home when you’re done.”

Jungkook scratches his nape, “You don’t have to.”

“Well, I want to. After all,” Y/N smirks, “it seems like you want to ride my bike for longer.”

Jungkook doesn’t need to reply. The small smile forming on his face says it all.

“Clean it as usual and make sure to still put on a bandage on it.” The doctor points to his closed wound, “With your job, it’s likely to swell or split open again if you don’t protect it well.”

“Yes, doc, thank you” Jungkook smiles at the woman as he pulls down the sleeve of his jacket. He picks up the doctor’s prescription, thanks the woman once again, and pushes the door open. When he steps outside, he sees Y/N sitting on the metal benches across, legs crossed, their helmets by her side. Jungkook makes his way and plops down on the seat next to her.

“Everything okay?” Y/N asks, pointing to his arm.

“Yeah,” Jungkook leans his back on the wall.

“Do you want to go now?” Y/N starts to picks up her helmet but Jungkook stops her with a firm hold her hand.

“No. Let’s stay for a while. I don’t feel like coming home yet.”

“You’re acting like a petulant eight-year-old.”

“Geez—”

“It’s actually funny,” Y/N snorts, “you remind me of how I hid from my service driver in middle school.” Y/N relaxes back in her seat, “The service ended up leaving me and I had to walk my way back home. My mom scolded the hell out of me all night ‘til next morning.” Y/N looks at him, “Have you ever done that before?”

“Um, no,” Jungkook looks down at his hands, “my school is actually near my home so I just walk from home to school and vice versa.”

“Lucky bastard,” Y/N sighs as she puts her arms behind her neck, “I had to commute for long ass hours for 17 years of my life.”

Jungkook’s phone rings and he opens the notification.

Sir Andrews: I covered you for today. Let’s talk about this tomorrow. Take care, son (4:37 P.M.)

A fond smile makes its way to Jungkook’s face as he types, “Okay, sir. Thank you.”

Y/N leans forward and bumps Jungkook’s shoulder, “Your girlfriend?”

“Nah. It’s Sir Andrews.”

“The Chief General of FJO?”

“Yup,” Jungkook slips his phone back into his pocket.

Y/N raises a brow, “You seem very close to him.”

“Well…yeah,” Jungkook purses his lips. His eyes wander to the passing hospital staff. He internally shakes his head. Jungkook’s eyes dart back to the girl, “Actually…he’s my benefactor. He, um, provided for me for years until I’m able to start providing for myself. So, of course, I’m close to him. He's like a father figure in my life.”

“Oh,” Y/N’s brows raise.

“Yeah, well, I’m lucky I got someone like him to finance my education. It’s not easy for a foster kid to make it out on their own without sufficient financial help.”

Silence.

Y/N’s eyes dart to her own interlocked hands, “I’m sorry…I…I don’t know what to say to that.”

“You don’t have to say anything. It’s a past memory I long got over.”

“Okay.”

Silence fills the air once again. Jungkook shifts in his seat to face the girl, “Say…Namjoon said you used to work for FJO ‘bout 10 years ago. I’m already in FJO around the same time. How come I didn’t see you around before?”

“I’m in the visual information sector. Under the Intelligence,” Y/N quirks a small smile, “We’re not exactly known to run around for everyone to see.”

“Well, you’re right in that.”

Y/N sighs, “It’s a shame it’s no longer in the current system. Forecrime was enough to cover their scope.”

“Yeah. It was kinda shocking at first because we’re used to sending in witnesses to the Intelligence and just wait for the finished composite sketch. The first time we tried the system with Forecrime, I was actually shocked. I didn’t expect the suspect’s face will be already clearly recorded as soon as the case was filed in.”

“But they work faster than our traditional papers and pencils so it’s a good upgrade,” Y/N muses.

Jungkook nods. He clears his throat. “So…have you been sketching composite drawings ever since you got in, or you got to work in other departments, too?”

“I just did composite sketches. I don’t know what else to do,” Y/N shrugs. “I graduated a bachelor’s in Forensic Science. I actually don’t want to join the police. I wanted to do fine arts. But my mother was the one financing my education so I followed what she said. Said it matches my wit and I’ll make plenty money out of it,” Y/N shakes her head, chuckling. “She doesn’t know how money works here. Look at me, I got a job from it but I’m not rich.”

“But did you like your work,” Jungkook looks at her, “even just a bit?”

“Hell yeah,” Y/N smiles. “Aside from feeling accomplished whenever my drawing helps the police catch the criminal, it feels good to be able to comfort witnesses and victims from their trauma. Whenever I interview them to gather descriptions, or let them pick distinct features they’ve seen from the catalog book, I see this gleam in their eyes. The one that that says, ‘I’m taking back the integrity and power this motherfucker took from me.’ It’s hella satisfying seeing them feel avenged in some way. And that, I helped them feel this way.”

Jungkook smiles, “Seems like you love your work. Not just a bit of it.”

“Of course,” Y/N tuts, “I wouldn’t stay so long and get over 400 criminals caught just because of my drawings.”

“If you don’t mind me asking…what made you resign?”

Y/N whips her head towards him.

Jungkook gulps. “Namjoon said you didn’t get dismissed because of the turnover of Intelligence to Forecrime. He said you…resigned.”

“Well, he isn’t wrong,” Y/N stands up, grabbing her helmet, “I did resign. As for the reason why,” Y/N looks at his eyes, “I have my own boundaries like you, captain.” She turns around and starts for the exit, “It’s getting late. I think it’s time to go home now.”

Jungkook follows behind, face conflicted.

The ride to his home felt completely different from earlier. Jungkook felt her stiff in his hold. The tension between them, undeniably thick. Jungkook feels if he says a word, he’ll set off a bomb. Y/N’s speed is faster than their trip to the hospital, reaching Jungkook’s condominium in record time. Whether it’s to go home earlier or to get away from him as soon as she can, Jungkook can’t tell. When she dropped him off, Jungkook said his thanks and bid her goodbye. Y/N didn’t say anything. She just waved goodbye and sped away.

Pushing himself off the table, Jungkook pulls up his phone.

Jungkook: I’m sorry I ticked you off. I didn’t mean to. (6:36 P.M.)

His reply came a second later.

Y/N L/N: It’s okay. You didn’t tick me off. (6:36 P.M.)

His phone rings one more time.

Y/N L/N: Good night. (6:37 P.M.)

Jungkook puts his phone down. He glances back at his computer.

“Error 401: The name you’re searching, ‘Sooah Kim,’ doesn’t exist.”

A loud thud resounds. Jungkook springs up and whips around his back.

Namjoon stands by the hall, frozen. The door pushed open wide, the doorknob recoiling from the wall.

Jungkook’s stiff shoulders immediately loosen. “God, don’t startle me like that.”

“Sorry,” Namjoon squeaks as he turns to kick the door close. Jungkook sees two huge gray briefcases by his friend’s feet.

He stands up and walks to the analyst. “What are these?”

Namjoon hangs his coat on one of the hooks behind the door. “Work from the Bureau. We still got loads of unprocessed transactions,” Namjoon goes to the table and grabs a cracker. “The chief was furious.”

Jungkook follows his friend, “Natasha Ryde?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon says, “We got a huge backlog from DOJ freezing our coordinating processes just to check if each one of us is clean. Now, they’re rushing us to let them see all the recent files of the Bureau. Natasha wants us to clean our shelves before DOJ can catch wind of the backlog and suspect something unnecessary again.”

Jungkook tongues his cheek. If Natasha is busy cleaning up the Bureau, that means his favor to Chief Spencer will not be processed soon. And with DOJ sniffing on the backs of the Bureau, Namjoon won’t be able to help him. He has to find an alternative fast. Jungkook tilts his head, “The DOJ is still not finished with their conspiracy theory against the Bureau?”

Namjoon shrugs off his blazer, “Yup. Well, we practically hold more information than Precrime and Forecrime combined. Of course, they’re gonna sort us out first. And it’s only ‘bout time ‘til they go for the Basement Archives.”

Jungkook’s forehead furrows, “Why? I thought the Basement Archives just store outdated files of the previous system’s Bureau?”

“Old. Not outdated. Those are two different things. Even if some files there are deemed scraps from the past after the technology turnover, they still contain valuable information. Our computers there may look archaic but it doesn’t change the fact they’re made by the Bureau. No matter how slow they are, they still have access to the master system.” Namjoon chuckles, “But of course, you wouldn’t know that. The Basement is exclusive to the Bureau after all."

“Why are you telling me this?”

Namjoon shrugs, “Just wanna dispel the myth around it before it goes. DOJ may take it away as soon as they’re done with us.” Namjoon takes off his ID and chucks it on the cabinet by the hallway that leads to their bedrooms. Jungkook’s eyes immediately dart to the article.

“Enough about me. How are you?”

Jungkook whips his head towards his friend.

“What did the doctor say?” Namjoon points to his arm.

“It’s fine,” Jungkook assures. “It healed well. Though I still have to wear bandages to prevent it from splitting open.”

“That’s good then,” Namjoon nods in understanding. He purses his lips. He looks back at Jungkook. “I heard about what happened earlier.”

“Oh that?”

“Hoseok told me on my way out. Jungkook,” Namjoon sighs, “If you called me you needed to leave for an emergency, I would have driven you to the hospital.”

Keeping his face straight, Jungkook claps Namjoon’s shoulder. “Hey, don’t fret too much about it. I got to the hospital early and I’m fine.”

“How did you get there early?”

“Well, uh,” Jungkook darts his eyes away, “Y/N drove me.”

Namjoon’s forehead furrows, “She drove you?”

Jungkook nods, “Yeah. She met me on my way and offered me a ride.”

“Didn’t know you two are being chummy now,” Namjoon hums, “It took us a month just to get her to talk openly with us.” He tilts his head and turns around, heading to his room.

As soon as Namjoon disappears in his room, Jungkook bounds to the cabinet. He grabs the analyst’s ID and dashes to his office. Pressing the buttons of his flat digital copier on his desk, he hurriedly slides the ID into the bottom slot. The machine starts with a soft whirr and in a second, its mechanical hands start to 3D print a duplicate of the ID.

However, Jungkook’s luck is short-lived. He hears two knocks sound against his door and Namjoon’s muffled voice in the hallway, “Hey can I come in?”

Jungkook bites his lip. His copier has just finished replicating one edge of Namjoon’s ID. It’s nowhere near done and he can’t let Namjoon see this.

Namjoon calls once again, “Nevermind, I’ll be quick anyway.”

Immediately, Jungkook grabs his jacket slung on his chair and drapes it messily over his desk, haphazardly covering his keyboard and copier.

In the same second, the office’s door swings open and Namjoon stands inside, wearing sweats and a faded blue shirt. The man smiles, “Sorry, I forgot something.”

“It’s alright,” Jungkook rounds his desk and walks to the rectangular table in the center of the room. He leans his hip against it, the pressure from the edge softened by the table cloth running on its laterals. Jungkook chuckles, “I don’t know if you forgot, but this is also your office.”

“I didn’t forget,” Namjoon chuckles. He sits on his own desk on the left corner and places a water bottle by his side, “I felt like making an apology beforehand because I think my search will take a while.” He glances at Jungkook, “Even if we share this room, it feels like I’m intruding your space. With the amount of time you’ve spent in here, you practically live in this room.”

Jungkook presses his lips together.

Namjoon turns back to his desk and pulls drawer after drawer, fingers continuously searching what he intends to find. After another minute of fumbling, he pushes the last drawer close in a forceful shut, “Yep, it will definitely take a while.”

Jungkook raises a brow, “Why? What are you looking for?”

Namjoon stands up and nears the center table, uncapping the water bottle, “Keys. Bureau-issued. To open the briefcases I brought.” He tips the bottle to his lip and drinks. After a couple of gulps, he places the uncapped bottle on the table, “You mind if I go to your table?”

Panic sets off in Jungkook’s chest. His copier is just an inch away from his keyboard. Even if it has a soft mechanical whirr, it’s impossible for anyone who’ll sit in the chair not to know the copier is processing something. And with his jacket laying on it, it’s sure Namjoon will become suspicious. Jungkook tries to keep his voice stable, “I don’t mind. But can I ask why?”

“I used your copier to duplicate the key before I went to work. Seokjin called the second I was done and I had to use one of your memo pads so I pulled all your drawers ‘til I find them. I think they fell in one of the drawers.” Namjoon sends him an apologetic smile, “Sorry.”

Namjoon starts to make a move toward Jungkook’s desk. Before the analyst could move his hand away from the table, Jungkook tugs the table cloth. It sends the bottle off-balance and it topples to the edge, spilling its contents everywhere.

Namjoon whirls around and sees the wet mess. He immediately crouches down to flip up the bottle again. “Oh shucks, I’m sorry! I didn’t know I left it uncapped.”

Jungkook nears his friend, “It’s fine. I can clean it up.”

“No, I’ll clean up,” Namjoon insists. “It’s my mess. I have to clean it up.” He stands up and disappears into the hallway.

Jungkook steps back and takes a seat on his chair. Namjoon comes back with a mop in his hands. With Namjoon busy clearing the water spill, Jungkook opens his drawers and starts his search for the keys. His top drawer is devoid of anything but pens and other office supplies. His middle drawers only contain folders and papers. He feels like he has to restart his search again until his hands land in the last compartment in the bottom drawer. His eyes catch a metallic glint in the dark. He leans forward and sees the falcon insignia of the Investigation Bureau. Jungkook grins.

He sits back up in his chair just in time Namjoon returns in the office, the mop nowhere in sight.

Jungkook stands up, waving the two keys in the air, “Found them.”

“Oh god, thank you so much,” Namjoon sighs, retrieving the keys.

“Anytime,” Jungkook smiles.

“Sorry again ‘bout the water.”

“Hey, it’s just a spill,” Jungkook snorts, waving dismissively.

Namjoon sends him a timid smile. He turns around and pulls the door open.

“Hey, Namjoon. What time is your lunch tomorrow?”

Namjoon stops. “At 12. Why?”

“Gonna see if I can join you,” Jungkook grins.

Namjoon breaks into a grin as well, “That will be great then.” He closes the door behind him.

When Jungkook hears faint footsteps lead to the living room, he heads back to his desk and rips his jacket away. Two identification cards gleam under the light, unmistakably identical.

When Jungkook reaches the fifth floor, he goes to the leftmost door. He doesn’t knock. He pushes the thick wooden door and lets himself in.

“Oh, you’re here,” Matthew glances from his work. He motions to the leather chair in front of him. “Come, sit, son.”

“Thank you, sir,” Jungkook smiles.

Matthew piles his papers in a neat stack and pushes it aside. “How’s your arm?”

“Just got the stitches out yesterday,” Jungkook says.

Matthew nods, “That’s good then. You won’t have an injury hindering you anymore.” Matthew chuckles, “I missed seeing you run around the building doing god knows what. You’ve always been a busy bee.”

Jungkook smiles, “Well, I would have been like that if it weren’t for DOJ.”

“Right,” Matthew nods, his smile immediately slipping off his face. He clasps his hands together and sighs, “So, yesterday, you went off work so suddenly.”

Jungkook sits up straight. “Yes, sir, I’m sorry you have to cover for me. I just—”

Matthew holds up a hand, smiling, “You don’t have to explain yourself, son. I know you’re dealing with a lot of stuff. After all, you just survived a car accident. It must still be weighing down on you.”

“It’s alright,” Jungkook shrugs.

Matthew darts his eyes to his desk. He sighs as he turns back to the captain. “Jungkook, you mustn’t allow Yoongi to see any gap.”

Jungkook’s forehead furrows, “Sir?”

“Everyone is talking about how you rushed out of FJO with your team and Yoongi chasing after you. They don’t know where you went and surely, a captain being chased by his subordinates and the auditor is an unforgettable spectacle. I had Jimin relay an emergency excuse about your arm and luckily, that immediately quelled your sector.” Matthew’s smile falls, “But it seems it wasn’t enough for the auditor.”

Jungkook stills in his seat.

Matthew sighs, “I heard from Hoseok that Yoongi suspects you have some source—external or internal, whatever—to the blank that dropped yesterday. And he’s suspicious of that.”

Jungkook keeps his face indifferent.

“Look,” Matthew leans forward, “I don’t mind whether you consult external help or not. Desperate measures call for all the help you need. We do whatever we have to do and I respect whatever decision you’ll make. All I ask, son, is,” Matthew looks at him in the eyes, “be careful. Your sector is hot in DOJ’s eyes and I don’t want to see you get placed in a position where I can no longer help you. I can’t see you lose everything you’ve worked so hard for. You didn’t spend 15 years climbing the hierarchy just to get prematurely dismissed from your job.”

Jungkook nods, “Yes, sir, I understand. I’ll take extra care from now on.”

“Okay,” Matthew turns back to his documents and Jungkook takes it as a signal to leave. He salutes at the Chief General and makes his way towards the door only to be halted by a call of his name.

“Jungkook, do you still take those…medications?”

The captain doesn’t reply.

Matthew sighs, “Make sure Yoongi won’t know about that.”

“Of course, sir,” Jungkook pulls the door open, “Thank you, once again.”

Stepping out of the Chief General’s office, Jungkook heads to the elevator and pushes the button for the archives. It’s time to work now.

Jungkook has searched for Sooah Kim in Precrime, Forecrime’s systems. He even checked in Freedom Security’s system. But nothing has turned up. He even looked into Jonathan Winston’s history of associations and not one Sooah Kim appeared. He tried searching through hospitals, laboratories, and research centers for an employee or associate named Sooah Kim. But still, nothing. He’s already exhausted every search engine and system of both the general public and the government and yet he’s made zero progress. Holding onto the duplicated ID of his friend, Jungkook’s only choice left is FJO’s Basement Archives.

Jungkook looks at his watch. 12:10. He pulls up his phone.

Jungkook: Namjoon, I think I’ll do a raincheck on our lunch (12:10 P.M.).

The elevators open on the third floor.

“Captain Jeon,” Sally salutes at him. Jungkook returns the salute and pushes past the heavy glass doors of the Archives. He heads to the left aisle and walks to the 5th row shelf. He ghosts his fingers over the line of files until it lands on a particular red file—the recent attempted assassination of James Kim. He opens it and slowly flips page after page.

From his peripheral, Jungkook looks at his right. The walkway is devoid of any people. There’s just metal shelves and files. The hallway it connects to, the center aisle, is devoid of people as well. Jungkook looks up. Only about 4 cameras are installed above the aisle.

Jungkook spends another minute flipping through the file before he closes it shut and inserts it back in its place. With his alibi set, Jungkook walks along the 5th row until he reaches its corner where he disappears from the vicinity of the cameras.

Jungkook turns around and starts on the center aisle. To anyone who’s looking at the surveillance cameras, it will look like Jungkook’s just viewing a file in the 5th row’s corner, which just happened to be a blind spot in surveillance. With the general security disregard on the old and faded Archives and its basement level, Jungkook takes advantage of the system’s blind spots as he threads along the aisle, guided with the knowledge of the general scopes of standard surveillance cameras.

But just when he’s about three feet away from the end of the aisle, two staff members stroll across, pushing a huge cart of files. Jungkook swerves to the nearby shelf and hides. When he glances up, a CCTV camera is staring right at him. Jungkook holds his breath.

Nothing. No alarm has been set off. No red lights are sweeping across the room. Just nothing.

Sweat runs down Jungkook’s temple.

The chatters and footsteps fade away and still, nothing.

A couple of seconds pass by in silence.

Jungkook slowly stands up. The silence remains unbroken. No one must be watching.

Jungkook looks at his watch. 12: 20. He only has 10 minutes left of leeway from his lunch.

Jungkook comes out of hiding and continues forward, making it to the end of the aisle. He arrives at a plain wall coated in navy paint. Old and faded. Just like the rest of the Archives. Jungkook spots the rectangular metallic plaque on his left. He scans Namjoon’s duplicated ID under it. A second later, a faint shadow outlines a figure of a door onto the wall. It pops open and the door slides to the right, revealing an escalator that leads downward. Jungkook steps inside and the door immediately shuts behind him.

The Basement Archives is dark, its walls painted in olive green. Several dim hanging lamps light up the room. Jungkook knows the Basement Archives is connected to the second floor of FJO’s main building, behind the hallway that bridges Precrime and Forecrime. But he didn’t expect it to be this extensive. The Basement Archives is about the same height as the main floor. Its area, a half of its upper floor. What makes it a seeming replica of the main floor though are its metal shelves. Unlike the main floor’s circular labyrinth, the Archive Basement’s shelves are aligned in straight horizontals, like a snake coiling on itself. And far ahead, Jungkook could see 2010s computers lining the room’s perimeter.

Only when Jungkook steps away from the escalator does he only see the similarities between the basement and the main floor. The metal shelves are rusting in their edges. The files and books they hold, covered in dust. Even the small indents on its metal flooring are worn thin. Some are even already busted. The Basement Archives is old and faded. Jungkook only hopes what Namjoon said is right.

Jungkook walks past the rows of shelves and heads to computers. Grabbing a seat, he sets off to work.

The monitor alights to FJO’s coat of arms. And then, it displays the FJO standard wallpaper. The keys of the keyboard instantly crunch under Jungkook’s fingers as he hits on the shortcuts for FJO’s system. The processing of the command takes a while and when it opens, the elements are scattered and labeled in unfamiliar names. Nevertheless, Jungkook manages to get inside the Surveillance system after a couple of minutes of fumbling. He deletes the footage of him hiding behind the shelves and stretches the clip of him just walking through the hallway. Satisfied, he confirms the command and watches the new CCTV footage play. Only his back is shown to the camera from his entry inside the Archives to his walk towards the Basement Archives. He looks just like any Bureau analyst entering the Basement.

With his identity secured, Jungkook goes to the general system and starts his search for Sooah Kim.

Only to arrive at—

“Error 141: The name “Sooah Kim” doesn’t exist in the system.”

Jungkook squints at the monitor. He refreshes the computer again and again. He tries to search for additional keywords: “hospital,” “research center,” “laboratory,” and “Jonathan Winston.” But he arrives at the same result:

“Error 141: The name “Sooah Kim” doesn’t exist in the system.”

Jungkook sighs frustratedly. He clicks again and again and the computer produces the same result again and again. Jungkook pushes himself off the desk. There’s got to be a way to find this Sooah Kim. If she’s related to Winston’s assassination, she must be inside the system. Jungkook glances around the room. Just then, his eyes land on a door on his far right.

The door is made of metal and it’s almost invisible in the dark save for the black and yellow hazard tape under a note that says, “Restricted. Authorized Personnel Only.”

Jungkook dashes to the door. He spots the metal plaque beside it and scans the ID.

A red light glows from the plaque’s sensor. The plaque’s small screen lights up and flashes in red: “Access denied.”

Jungkook scans it again.

Red light. “Access denied.”

Jungkook bites his cheek.

Red light. “Access denied.”

Grunting, Jungkook picks up his phone.

Jungkook: Sir, do you have any updates on last time’s work?” (12:25 P.M.)

Jungkook’s personal phone rings. Seeing the familiar set of numbers, Jungkook picks it up.

“Jungkook.”

“Chief Spencer.”

Nathan sighs, “Look, I’m afraid the authorization of your unrestricted access to the Archives may get delayed. I already applied for the authorization of access but the Bureau hasn’t responded yet. I heard from one of the lieutenants there DOJ is keeping a hard eye on the Bureau. Natasha refused my calls, too. I think she will not be accommodating anytime soon. As for the Memory Temple…the answer is obvious.”

Jungkook pinches his nose bridge. He already expected this will go against his plans but he didn’t know it will be at this dragging extent. He heaves a sigh, “I understand, sir.

“Okay. I’ll try on my end to get through the Chief.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Thank you, too. Please extend my gratefulness to Chief General Andrews as well. My wife loved the necklace.”

“I’m glad she did, sir.”

“Yeah,” Nathan says. A beat. Nathan clears his throat, “I’ll end the call now.”

“Goodbye, sir,” Jungkook replies. The line goes dead.

Jungkook leans his back against the wall and closes his eyes. His heartbeat rings in his ears. Loud. Just like when he almost had Leigh Anderson in his hands. Jungkook releases a frustrated sigh. He’s come all this way just to have nothing. Again.

His personal phone vibrates in his hands, jolting his eyes open. His eyes widen at the screen.

Y/N L/N

He immediately swipes to answer. “Y/N, hi—”

“Jungkook. A red file will drop about—now. Listen to me. Take the stairs, okay?”

Jungkook walks away from the door, forehead furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“If you follow the crime record you won’t catch the killer.”

Jungkook shuts the computer and jogs to the escalator, “What killer?”

“Look, you don’t have much time. So listen to me. Just take the stairs.”

The call abruptly ends. Jungkook looks at his phone, bewildered. Right at the moment, his work phone vibrates with another incoming call.

Jungkook whips it out from his pocket and presses it to his ear, “Taehyung.”

“Captain Jeon, come to the Murder Sector, quick. It’s a red file.”

Jungkook halts.

“The time of the crime is in 10 minutes. Hurry.”

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Note: This story is based on Steven Spielberg’s film adaptation of Philip K. Dick’s short story, Minority Report (2002). That being said, this series may contain spoilers for the movie so if you want to watch the movie, please do so first before reading!

A/N pt. 2: Heya Hons! Thank you for reading! This chapter is quite short compared to the first two. The next chapter will be much longer though hehe. Writing this chapter is probably the most I have ever re-written so many scenes again and again. Especially the action scenes, they gave me a headache. Nevertheless, I’m happy how they turned out! What do you think about them? Feel free to talk with me! I actually love talking with my readers!

I think the next update will come two weeks from now. So far, I’m noticing I’m able to post for this series bi-weekly. Although this week, I’ll focus on the Chapter 3 of my yoongi office au series, The Heart Holiday. I promised my hons the THH!couple is coming this June but my finals two weeks ago fucked up my schedule and now I’m quite behind my supposed posting date. Anyway, I’ll make it up to you hons! Your wait is gonna be worth it because a lot is going to happen in THH Act 3!

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𝟎𝟏. ʏ ɪs ᴀ ᴄʀᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ — ᴊᴊᴋ (ᴍ.)

jungkook/reader | angst | hybrid!au

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contents: police officer!jungkook, k-9 hybrid!taehyung, tattooed!taekook, hybrid crimes, discrimination/mistreatment of hybrids, mentions of blood&death, guns — nothing too graphic yet

— synopsis: jeon jungkook and his k-9 hybrid, taehyung, are sent deep under cover to infiltrate a deadly underground hybrid fighting ring. it's a dangerous job and both are terrified about what they will see and endure.

note: welcome to a new hybrid series!

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑:

ᴛʜɪs ғɪᴄ sᴇʀɪᴇs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴜɴsᴇᴛᴛʟɪɴɢ, ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀs.

ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴏʀᴏᴜɢʜʟʏ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ.

ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsɪʙʟᴇ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴇ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs ʟɪsᴛᴇᴅ. ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ғɪɴᴅ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ɴᴇᴇᴅs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ.

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Jungkook sipped his coffee, wincing as it burnt his tongue as he slipped into the doors of the department building. The air conditioner was on full blast even though it was mid-winter, he could feel goosebumps rising on his skin as a shiver traveled through his body despite him wearing a leather jacket. His heavy boot steps turned silent when the linoleum met the carpet of the office area.

He kept his head down, hoping to avoid any interaction with his coworkers. The brim of his hat his his eyes. While he couldn’t see the TV, he could hear the news rattling on from where it was perched on the wall.

"And in most recent news,” the man said, “Following the recent protests against hybrids' newly granted rights, the city has decided to create a police force solely dedicated to the protection of hybrids and their rights," the news anchor droned voice even and professional as to not reveal any opinion on the matter, "We can only hope the Hybrid Protection Force can stop the new wave of crimes against hybrids."

"Hey Jeon," a fellow cop, by the name of Doyeon, yawned in greeting, sharp eyes angled down at him coldly from where he was leaned back against his desk, "Saw you're packin' your desk up. Where you headin'? You take that job offer over in Busan or somethin'?

Jungkook breezed past him to his own desk, feeling the eyes following him as the cop awaited a response.

"No," Jungkook sighed, already growing tired of the barrage of questions, as he placed his coffee cup down in favor of placing the final pieces of his in his desk into the cardboard box beside him.

"Where's Taehyung?" Doyeon asked, not put off by Jungkook cold behavior.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, "Over in the new building waiting for me," he replied easily, placing a picture frame carefully in the box.

Doyeon made a sound of disgust before scoffing, "The Hybrid Protection Force Department? Why's he over there?"

"Because that's where I'm moving to," Jungkook answered mechanically, an admission that drew him even more attention — very unwanted attention at that.

"What?!" Doyeon gasped, drawing the eyes of the other cops who stood around their desks, "They moved you there? What the hell for?"

"They didn't move me," Jungkook answered, leaning on his hands against his desk with his head hanging between his shoulders, "I asked for the transfer."

"Dude..." Doyeon snorted, a sound that made Jungkook cringe, "Why would you move there? Half the departments in the country would give their eye teeth to snatch you up and you choose to join the grunts and do hybrid work? Are you insane? How the hell are you supposed to advance your career if you choose a stupid, useless path like that?"

"You seem to be forgetting I have a hybrid, Doyeon," Jungkook growled, clutching the edge of his desk so hard his knuckles turned white.

"Yeah but..." Doyeon, oblivious as ever, huffed, "He’s just your K-9 hybrid. For the best cop of your year to work for hybrids...it's a shit choice, dude."

"Doyeon," Jungkook stood up straight, rolling his shoulders until one popped. "You're my senior here but don't think for a second I won't knock you on your ass for talking to me like that. What I do for my career doesn't concern you," he picked up the cardboard box by the two holes cut out angrily, jostling the objects inside so they rattled loudly, "The reason I chose the Hybrid Force is because of people like you. I'll use my ability and status to do some good, unlike you who only cares about furthering his own career. You're a cop — you're supposed to protect the citizens of this country whether human or not."

Doyeon finally looked a bit flustered, his jaw locked as he felt the eyes of the other cops burning into him. He held his head high, however, trying to pretend he didn’t feel humiliated being called out by Jungkook in front of everyone.

Jungkook stood there, glaring at the man for several long seconds before finally storming past him, ignoring the whispers and mutters from the other cops and staff who had witnessed the interaction.

He stepped into the cold outside, his boots crunching on the snow that covered the sidewalk. Usually someone would have cleared it off but it seemed not today. He began his short walk to the newly built building across the property, keeping his eyes on the ground to avoid large piles of snow or sheets of ice.

The building was put up fairly quickly despite the HPD being formed only a month prior — the city had expedited the construction. It contrasted drastically against the old main building, which was over 50 years old. It was in desperate need of renovation but the city wasn’t willing to pay for it — something that angered the anti-hybrid citizens.

Hopping up the stairs, taking two at a time, while he balanced his box between his hip and arm to free his other to open the door. Just like the other building, the air conditioning was running and he rolled his eyes, wondering if he could get someone to turn heating on instead. Still, he was thankful for the jacket, jeans, and boots he wore.

His superiors had long since stopped trying to force him into the police uniforms, allowing him to dress as he pleased. When he was new to the Department, he got plenty of write ups but as his reputation and rank grew, he was allowed to freedom to dress how he liked.

He nodded at the receptionist, breezing through the security scanner, thankfully not sending anything off.

"Jungkookie!" he heard the enthusiastic call of his best friend, "You're late!"

"Sorry, I got caught by Doyeon — you know how he is..." Jungkook huffed, making Taehyung scoff.

"Total jerk," Taehyung nodded, black ears bouncing atop his head. His tail wagged excitedly as Jungkook followed him over to their desks — connected right across from one another separated by two desktop terminals for their work.

It was still a relatively empty in the office — not many officers having been assigned to the force yet. Still, the few cops that were there were lower rank than Jungkook himself so they avoided one mostly another.

Jungkook’s reputation led to many people avoiding him, not wanting conflict or because he intimidated them. Taehyung, on the other hand, easily made friends and was somewhat of a social butterfly with a good reputation.

He placed his box on his side of the desk, chuckling when Taehyung sat in his own chair and began spinning in circles. Jungkook shed his leather jacket, placing it on the back of his chair and pushed his sleeves up, the array of tattoos covering his arms making themselves known to anyone who looked.

It had been 7 years since he got his first one alongside Taehyung — who had also become increasingly inked up as the years passed. A tattooed hybrid was one of the most uncommon things seen in society, so the Labrador pup got a good amount of looks and comments daily.

He didn't really mind, however, he was confident and happy and that was all Jungkook really cared about at the end of the day.

Opening one of his drawers, he began to organize the files he'd brought with him. He placed the picture of him and Taehyung on his desk. It was dated, he needed to put newer one up but it was sentimental — it was taken the day before they entered the Police Academy together.

It'd been hard getting though, many nights ending in argument between the two due to stress and exhaustion.

Jungkook looked up, smiling when he saw Taehyung was still spinning in his chair happily.

Everything was worth it, in the end. They were partners and were going to be doing good work to help better the world.

"Hey," Taehyung suddenly said, voice dropping a few octaves. The change in tone had Jungkook's attention immediately. "Look who it is."

Jungkook followed his friends gaze to find his eyes met with the sharp ones belonging to none other than Min Yoongi.

"Jeon, Kim!" both heads snapped up at the sound of their names being shouted before they shared a look.

Standing on the landing of the second floor, leaning over the balcony overlooking the main office was a man dressed in a suit, blonde hair slicked back off of his face. His sharp eyes were fixed on them as he gazed down, “My office,” he said before turning around, vanishing from sight.

Jungkook was the first to move, standing up with Taehyung following close behind.

"Shut the door," the man said once they walked in. The click of the door closing was his signal to start, "My name is Kim Namjoon, I'm the appointed Captain of this department."

Inside, sitting on a chair in front of the Captain’s desk was another man. He wore a bred expression and sat slouched in his chair with his foot tapping impatiently.

“This is Min Yoongi, he’s from the Daegu Police Department,” Namjoon introduced, although they both had definitely heard of Min Yoongi.

"Pleasure to meet you both," Taehyung said immediately, bowing his head slightly.

"The two of you are the highest ranking officers I currently have in this department," Namjoon said, sitting on the edge of his desk with a sigh, "I'd like to be as transparent with you as possible on the core purpose of this department's development."

"Core purpose?" Taehyung asked, head cocked to the side and ears alertly perked up from his mess of black hair.

Namjoon nodded, picking up a folder that was sitting beside him and handed it to Jungkook. He opened it, the other two looking over his shoulder curiously.

"It's a file," Jungkook mumbled. "For a Park Jimin? He's listed as undercover, are we allowed to be seeing this?"

"I wouldn't be showing you unless it was important," Namjoon explained, "Park Jimin is with the Hybrid K9 Unit from the Daegu Department. He has been deep undercover within Korea's biggest and most notorious hybrid fighting ring for over 2 years," his gaze shifted to Yoongi, “He’s the reason Yoongi has been transferred over.”

Yoongi nodded, making the other two look at him in confusion, “What’s he got to do with us?”

“Jimin is my partner,” Yoongi replied,

"I wasn't aware hybrids were allowed to go undercover two years ago," Jungkook said, brows furrowed.

"And since when does Korea give a rats ass about hybrids trafficked in the underground, anyway?" Taehyung grumbled, mood quickly plummeting.

“Originally, this was a DPD case but with the new Hybrid Unit here in Seoul, it’s been transferred over to be handled by us specifically,” Namjoon explained, "Jimin is a special case but we're not here to discuss the ins and outs of his career."

"Then what are we here for?" Jungkook asked as Taehyung took the folder from his hands to read more closely.

"What do they have to do with the core purpose of this Unit?" Taehyung urged, tail beginning to flick impatiently as he motioned over to Yoongi.

"For the past two years Jimin has been undercover, he has been steadily feeding us information regarding this specific ring. The Hybrid Protection Force was actually secretly formed years ago centered around the confidential mission of breaking this ring up," Yoongi spoke up again, "Unfortunately, Jimin can only rank so far up within the ring due to being a hybrid himself. It's taken a lot of time but he's reached a position where he can't advance by himself."

"So you're pulling him?" Jungkook asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"No," Namjoon looked all three of them in the eyes, "We're sending two more undercover."

"It's taken Jimin two years to get as far as he has," Taehyung frowned, quickly realizing what the plan was, "It's going to take us just as long to advance."

"That's not necessary," Namjoon said, puzzling the two of them, "Jimin is in a position of recruitment — taking new masters and hybrids in for the fighting. The two of you will be the new members."

"What about Yoongi?" Jungkook asked, “Shouldn’t you be with Jimin?” his gaze shifted to the man in the seat.

Yoongi sighed, “Unfortunately, at the time they didn’t want a pair. Jimin volunteered to go— I didn’t like it but I couldn’t tell him no. He’s on a solo mission, I can’t join him now,” he explained, “I’ll do the work here, preparing everything for the bust when the time comes.”

"I'm not sure about this..." Jungkook admitted, shifting uneasily on his feet.

"What's the problem?" Namjoon asked, meeting Jungkook's gaze.

"This is a fighting ring...Taehyung..." Jungkook sighed, "This will put him in serious danger."

"Danger is part of your job, Jungkook," Namjoon snapped, eyes narrowed.

"I know that but..."

"It's alright," Taehyung placed a hand on Jungkook's shoulder, "We won't be undercover for long...right?" he looked at Namjoon.

"That's right," Namjoon nodded, "Highballing it; a year, but I highly doubt that.”

"Alright," Jungkook sighed, nodding his head, "What’s the goal here then?"

“What we need from the two of you is to join this ring with Jimin’s recruitment,” Namjoon explained, “He’s gotten everything ready on his end. Once you've infiltrated, you'll pose as a new master and hybrid and engage in the fights.”

“You have to appear eager,” Yoongi suddenly said, looking over his shoulder at the other two, “Join in on any and all fights that you can. The more eager you are, the more attention you'll gain...especially if you win.”

"I've arranged with Jimin to have a meeting in a week," Namjoon said, "The two of you will have to be caught up with everything by then. Information can be found in your terminals for you to review along with the stories and identities you're going with. I'll have files delivered to you on those, you know how it works–”

“Memorize names, locations, dates, and social security numbers,” Taehyung and Jungkook said at the same time.

“That's right,” the Captain smiled and stood up straight, “Take the file with you. You're dismissed.”

The three of them bowed as Namjoon took his seat behind his own desk, turning his gaze to his computer terminal. Shutting the door behind them, they heaved a collective sigh. With much weighing on their minds, they all silently walked to their desks.

Both Taehyung and Jungkook were tense for the entirety of the day. The hybrid's good mood had quickly vanished and Jungkook couldn't help but look at his companion in concern.

He turned his eyes to his monitor, file after file detailing the people associated with the fighting ring.

The particular ring they were investigating was also the closest in relation to the Black Market. In fact, many of the higher-ups within the crime syndicate were Black Market sellers — illegally trafficking hybrids. It was a dark business and the more Jungkook read about it the sicker he felt.

He could only imagine how the hybrid across from him was feeling.

Jungkook's keys jingled in his hands as he unlocked his front door — it was a simple first-floor apartment with two bedrooms though truthfully the other room was more of a spare since Taehyung never slept in it. He always opted to sleep with Jungkook and the human was all too willing to oblige.

Taehyung was precariously balancing the fast food bags and drinks in his hands. His dog genes helped his balance and he easily nudged the door shut with his foot.

"God, I am beat," Jungkook groaned as he tossed his keys down on the counter separating the kitchen from the living room.

Taehyung hummed in agreement as he sat down on the couch and placed the food on the coffee table. He grabbed the remote and clicked the TV on, mostly for background noise.

Jungkook kicked his boots off and walked down the short hallway to the bedroom, eager to get out of his jeans and put on some sweatpants. He went back out, dressed in a department-issued t-shirt that was overworn so the print on the front was faded.

"Hey Tae—" Jungkook paused in the entryway to the living room. Taehyung was hunched over, elbows on his knees as he rested his chin on his hands. His eyes were locked in on the TV; the news, "You okay?"

"I dunno," Taehyung confessed, sighing when he felt Jungkook reach up to pet his ears.

"Tell me what's on your mind," Jungkook urged, leaning back against the couch and encouraging Taehyung to do the same.

"Human on hybrid crimes are the biggest epidemic in Korea," Taehyung grumbled, "It's only gotten worse since the government has opened up to allow us rights. It's not much, we're still fucking owned like animals and we can even be euthanized," he met Jungkook's gaze and shrugged his shoulders sheepishly, "No offense, you know I love you."

"I know," Jungkook smiled, patting the hybrid's back to urge him on.

Of course he knew that Taehyung would never include him in the “humans are terrible” category. Even Jungkook openly admitted how terrible people could be to hybrids. Taehyung always felt lucky to have someone who supported him and his kind so openly. Many hybrids ended up in awful situations that resulted in injury or death.

Taehyung was glad he never ended up being another statistic.

"The trafficking of hybrids is by far the worst and highest committed crime but humans would rather stay investigating every day thefts and shit," Taehyung spat, malice coating every word as he continued on, "They treat hybrid crimes like they're nothing! It infuriates me! Every day on the news there's another hybrid being kidnapped or found dead after being sold on the black market," Taehyung's eyes were glassy as he clenched his teeth through his anger, "When there's protests, the government does nothing but offer empty words and promises. They'd rather keep the idiots who want hybrids to stay nothing but pets happy than protect a whole race!"

"I know being on this force means a lot to you Taehyung," Jungkook cooed, still stroking his friends ears, keeping him relaxed, "You know I'm with you one hundred percent but...do you think you'll really be able to do this? You're going to be doing a lot of things that go against your morals and you're going to see so much awful shit. Hell, I may even have to blend in with those pieces of shit."

"I..." Taehyung sniffled, resting his head on Jungkook's shoulder, "Truthfully, Jungkook. I'm just...I'll have to fight them."

"You feel guilty," Jungkook whispered, feeling Taehyung nod against his shoulder.

"I know most, if not all, are probably going to be there against their will and I'll only be adding onto what they already go through," Taehyung whispered, voice watery as he finally let his tears fall.

"Yeah I get it," Jungkook resting his cheek atop Taehyung's head, whose ears twitched when his breath fanned over them, "But it's for the greater good in the end, yeah? We'll be able to get them out of there and they'll be able to get real help."

"I guess you're right," Taehyung sniffled, sitting up to wipe his tears away with the back of his hand, "I'm going to get dressed for bed and then we can eat. It's probably cold by now."

"It's okay, we love cold french fries," Jungkook chuckled, making Taehyung smile, flicking the channel to something more light-hearted instead of the news.

The rest of the week was filled with a heavy feeling neither of them could shake. The two of them going through the motions of work and returning home to snuggle in bed, ignoring the looming mission they were going to be undertaking.

They were both terrified of what could happen but neither was willing to speak of their fears.

The day before the operation was set to begin, Namjoon called them into his office before Jungkook could even think of taking off his jacket.

"Yes Captain?" Jungkook greeted, taking a seat in one of the two chairs in front of Namjoon's desk with Taehyung occupying the other.

"I’d like to go over your new identities to be sure you're both well prepared," he said, sliding two folders over to them.

"Yeah that'll be no problem," Jungkook replied nonchalantly, grabbing the folder in front of him and flipping it open.

He’d already memorized everything he needed to but he still scanned the papers inside. Taehyung did the same as Namjoon watched.

A new, fake ID was taped inside along with a couple papers of information. As Jungkook scanned, he soaked in the gist of his new identity.

"Han Jungseok," Jungkook chuckled, the name sounding weird rolling off his tongue, "Code name JK."

"As you’ve learned through your research, it's common practice within the Underground for people to go by codenames," Namjoon explained, "It's more common for humans than hybrids but Taehyung will be going by V anyway."

"Cool name," Taehyung mumbled, looking through his own papers.

"Now, Jungkook," Namjoon said, leaning over to open a drawer. He pulled out a set of keys and a cellphone, sliding them across the surface of his desk until Jungkook grabbed them, "The department will be providing a car for you along with a cellphone. They may confiscate it but Jimin assures me when they accept you, they'll return it. This has phone numbers that you will need to contact throughout your time under cover including the one you will call when you're ready to begin the bust. Officers will be on standby the entire time for your word so use it only when you're positive, understand? You'll have one shot and that's it."

"I understand," Jungkook replied, confidence flowing through him. He knew how this went, he'd been undercover countless times in the past.

Though he knew, deep down, how different this was from the past times. The weight of this operation wasn't lost on him, in fact it'd kept him up restless the past few nights as the date came closer and closer.

"There's also an apartment that will be serving as your residence during the operation," Namjoon said, "It's probably not as nice as your current one but it'll be home from tomorrow on.”

"Yes Sir," Taehyung and Jungkook said in unison.

"The two of you take the day to correlate everything, learn your identities, and get prepared," Namjoon ordered, eyes following as the two cops stood up.

"Thank you, Captain," Jungkook said, bowing. Taehyung followed his lead before the two of them left the office.

The car door slammed as Taehyung got inside, casting the two of them in darkness when the interior light shut off. Jungkook put the key in the ignition and cranked the engine. They were both quiet, the weight of where they were going heavy in their minds.

"We're meeting Jimin downtown," Jungkook said to break the silence, "You got your story straight, right?"

"Yep," Taehyung replied, eyes gazing out the window, "You bought me off the market and you've had me for 2 months."

Jungkook nodded as his partner rehearsed their cover. It fell silent again, Taehyung’s eyes pinned to his hands as they were folded in his lap.

"Are you nervous?" Jungkook asked, glancing at the hybrid out of the corner of his eye.

"Honestly?" Taehyung asked, finally looking at Jungkook. The human nodded, already knowing what the response was going to be, "My hearts beating so fast I can hear it in my ears. I'm scared I'll fuck this up. We've been undercover countless times before and I've never worried about making a mistake like I am now."

"I think appearing more anxious will be a good thing," Jungkook said, not missing the way his own voice wobbled, "I know regardless you can sell this and I know you can do it but being anxious will be more believable if you're being forced into the underground ring."

"I hope you're right," Taehyung whispered, gnawing on his lip.

Jungkook’s grip on the wheel tightened and be swallowed thickly — he hoped he was right too.

The neighborhoods slowly became darker and less well-maintained. Jungkook would sigh whenever he'd hit a pothole, whispering that he was thankful it wasn't his car. Taehyung couldn’t help but crack a smile at his muttering.

The decrepit houses gradually disappeared and turned into warehouses -- in an even more secluded area than before. It set Taehyung's heart racing even faster and it was beginning to bleed into pain. He wished he had something to take to ease the anxiety.

Jungkook finally stopped the car and turned it off. The two of them sat there for a moment, gathering themselves before Jungkook stepped out first. He walked around the car and opened the door, jerking his head to order Taehyung out.

It was almost incredible how Jungkook could so easily fit into a role and persona he was given. It was one of the reasons he was so highly regarded in the undercover operations game — he certainly had a talent for it. The tight grip on his arm had him tensing but when Jungkook gently soothed his thumb over the soft skin, he relaxed slightly.

No matter how cold and detached he appeared, Taehyung couldn't lose sight of the fact it was Jungkook and none of this was real.

"You JK?" an accented voice had Jungkook pausing. The accent was extremely familiar and it immediately made his body tense.

Busan.

"Yeah I assume you're Jimin?" Jungkook responded, keeping his own voice level -- masking the anxiety that hammered at him.

"We'll have more company soon," the new hybrid whispered, anxiously looking over his shoulders. Large, pointed ears twitched in every direction as he listened out for footsteps. "I want to warn you. Whatever you've heard cannot describe what it's really like in the underground. It's much worse than what you think."

"They just...let you roam around alone?" Taehyung asked, not intending to have Jimin expand on what he meant. He'd be seeing for himself soon enough.

"I've gained their trust enough," Jimin shrugged his shoulders before suddenly freezing, "They're coming."

Taehyung's heart skipped a beat as Jungkook tightened his grip on his arm. The human’s face morphed into one of pure cold detachment, turning his nose up at the two hybrids. Jimin took a few steps back to a respectable distance, once gentle gaze turned cold as well.

"These the two?" a short, overweight man asked. He was flanked on either side by a tall, muscular man and a short, stocky guy.

"Yes Sir, JK and V," Jimin answered, hands shoved casually in his pockets.

"How'd you hear about our operation?" The man asked, wandering over to Taehyung, "My name's Hyo by the way."

"Who hasn't heard about it?" Jungkook chuckled, "I got this mutt here a couple months back and he put me out for a pretty penny. He's kind of a little shit so I thought he might as well be of use, right?"

"Right, right, I understand," Hyo chuckled, circling around Taehyung, "He purebred?"

"Black Lab," Jungkook nodded, forcing himself to not check if Taehyung was okay though he could feel the trembles of his partner beneath his grip.

"Damn, hard to find Pures on the Market," Hyo hummed, circling the timid hybrid, "He's a pretty thing. It's a shame his face'll get busted up."

"Not like he can do any other work," Jungkook chuckled, making Hyo smirk.

"Jae!" Hyo shouted, making Taehyung jump. The stocky man immediately walked up to Jungkook, making him stiffen in alarm, "Hope you don't mind, it’s just a formality. Can't be too careful in this line of work."

"Ah..." Jungkook let out a harsh exhale when Jae began to pat him down, "I understand."

Jae worked Jungkook's cell phone out of his pocket and handed it to Hyo, which made Jungkook uneasy. He also took his keys and wallet which was also given to Hyo, who opened it and began to look through everything inside. Then, Jae moved on to search Taehyung which was a quick process since the hybrid didn't have anything on him.

"Just a little cash, card, and ID," Hyo said, announcing it to the three other men working for him, "Kim Jungseok, born in 1997, residence here in Seoul. I hear your accent though, where are you from?"

"Um, Busan," Jungkook responded after clearing his throat.

"All clear," Jae called from behind Taehyung, returning to Hyo's side.

"Jae, here," Jungkook watched nervously as Hyo handed his ID to Jae, "Go scope it out."

"Another formality?" Jungkook chuckled, watching as Jae made his way to the car, confiscated keys dangling from his fingers.

"Like I said..." Hyo paused, looking at the two of them, "Can't be too careful."

"Yeah, I guess so," Jungkook mumbled, glancing at where Jimin stood straight and stiff.

"Well, follow me," Hyo said, "Jimin, go open up."

The hybrid immediately rushed to do as he was told, unlocking the padlock on the garage door with a small key before pulling it open. It made a loud series of metallic bangs as he pushed it up about halfway.

They all crouched down and entered, Jimin letting the door slam back down behind them. The sound made Taehyung flinch, something Hyo caught sight of.

"Better take care of that, pooch," He sneered, "The others catch even a hint of weakness and they'll tear you to pieces. Wouldn't be much use to your Master if you were a broken mess, would you?"

Taehyung clenched his jaw, looking away from Hyo before scoffing. Hyo didn't seem to appreciate it when he suddenly reached out and grabbed hold of Taehyung's hair, making the hybrid yelp in surprise. Jungkook forced himself not to do anything, simply staring with almost detached boredom while his insides were burning with anger at his best friend being treated like that.

"You answer when a human is talking to you, Mutt," Hyo growled. Jungkook watched, forcing himself not to intervene as Taehyung spat out a half-assed apology that the man thankfully accepted, "You weren't kidding when you said he was a little shit, huh?"

Jungkook barked out a laugh, casting a glance at Taehyung while everyone's backs were turned, "Yeah maybe getting his ass kicked will remedy the problem."

"Oh no doubt!" Hyo laughed, pausing when they finally reached the middle of the warehouse, "Lots of people come in with disobedient animals. The ring really teaches them to straighten up."

Jungkook looked around, nodding his head at Hyo's words. It was mostly empty, clearly not used for anything in particular. Most likely, it was just for meetings like the one Jungkook was currently in. One thing he did notice, however, is a foul smell emanating from somewhere within the large area.

It was strangely familiar, it made him uneasy.

"You know JK," Hyo sighed, a strong put-on sound that had the hair on the back of Jungkook's neck standing on end, "The biggest problem we have out of recruits would have to be...they like to lie."

There was a loud click and both Taehyung and Jungkook froze on the spot. The tall unnamed man had a gun pointed at Jungkook's head.

It was then he realized what the smell was.

The vile stench of blood and death.

#bts smut #jungkook smut #bts scenarios #jungkook scenarios #bts imagines #jungkook imagines #bts reactions #jungkook reactions #bts preferences #jungkook preferences #bts fanfics #jungkook fanfics #jungkook x reader

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eureka-its-zico · 3 years

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WIP Ask Game

rules ~ post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how ridiculous or non descriptive they are. send an ask with the title that most intrigues you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it.

I was tagged by the talented and wonderful @parkdatjimin! Thank you for the tag this gave me so much anxiety

I seriously need more friends lol crying in the club all alone Since I unfortunately don't have enough friends I'm going to tag authors that I enjoy reading. @tabi-ears @btssmutgalore @dearneverlander @ladyartemesia @hansolmates @writemywaytoyourheart @parkdatjimin (I know you already did this but I love reading your stuffs, ok?! OK)

Without further ado....my shit list

WIPS...

Obsession Pt. 3 - The temp agency sent you to a new job that was supposed to be something simple that came along with easy money: lots of easy money. But simple is far from what you get when you realize, being the secretary for Jeon Jungkook, comes with his own form of demands.

Forever...(is a long time) - Your best friend in the world just so happened to be your partner in the bureau. In a last minute request, she asks that you help her husband with their kids. Your life never mapped out anything domesticated and you didn't know the first thing about kids. But when life throws you off course you only have two options: do you turn your back on your best friend's wish or do you become the person she always knew you could be?

Commitment Series - Mafia!Jungkook with Detective Reader.

Fighter Pt 2 - A chance encounter with a handsome stranger at a bar turns your life around in more ways than you could’ve imagined. A man with a dark past was always a dangerous thing. Jungkook!Fighter AU

Half Bitten Pt 6 - A Vampire!BTS AU that was originally for Jimin but is slowly turning into a poly mess

Wicked Games PT 4 - A drunken holiday night takes you into something you swore you would never do. Everyone knows that Friends With Benefits never work. Someone is going to catch feelings, and ultimately your friendship ruined but that didn’t stop you both from stealing a kiss.

Irrevocably Yours Pt 3 - A enemies to lovers, first love, slow burn request for Jungkook I received a long time ago where he lost the use of his leg in an accident and is dealing with his new position in life and the reader and him find comfort and hope in each other.

Best Friend Request - A Request I got ages ago about Jungkook and reader being best friends and ending up hooking up at a party. Shenanigans ensue. Doesn't have a proper name or beginning yet.

Dominant - A smutty idea I had for Tae that's just a one-shot of just a pure smutty good time.

Pretty as A Picture - A dream my friend had about Zico that I started writing into a one-shot because I thought it was cute af. It has to do with a library encounter that leads to many more after that.

Suddenly I See You: The Final Chapter - You and Minho have been friends since the sandbox. He’s your best friend and you love him like a brother; never noticing once that he was madly in love with you. You arrive for your first day at Seoul National University to start your life on the path your parents planned out for you. You’d calculated all the variables, but never calculated on the one you never saw coming: Woo Jiho.

The Night at The...Series: These both started as talks of a friends dream she had about Tae and then us just talking about Namjoon being the perfect boyfriend and well...I decided to write seven different nights for the members and calling it The Night at The for each. So far, we only have two or three figured out.

Night at the Opera Feat. Tae

Night at the Museum Feat. Namjoon

Wedding Partners - You and Jungkook agree to be each other's dates to all of your friends wedding for the year.

Love Like Winter - An AU Where reader is inside an mental hospital and meets Jay B and Yoongi. They are all there for their own personal healing, but end up finding that sometimes healing can come from the most unexpected places.

Artificial Love Pt. 3 - An AI Jungkook AU I started ages ago.

It's spooky season so I have a few that I always want to write, because its spooky season. I probably won't mention them here because if I write them I want one of them to be a surprise...because I'm angst lover and yea....(I'm thinking something like my stydia fic "Broken")

Tae or Jungkook Fallen Angel AU

Baker!Jungkook and rival reader AU

Namjoon College AU

#tagged #this isn't even half of it but this honestly doesn't need to be that long #cause some of them are also not kpop related lol #thank you so much for tagging me babes #its always an honor

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getitinbusan · 4 years

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My Laptop Died So I Used Yours…

Jungkook Virginity Fic Recs!

There was so much work you had to catch up on. Opening your Google drive you found an unfamiliar file… "My Laptop Died So I used Yours."

Your heart dropped, if he'd gotten this far he'd seen the other files. He had yet to say anything about it, of course you'd only been back a day and had only texted him quickly you were home. Glancing through the Docs you knew you were doomed, they were all marked open January 3rd. With a huge intake of breath you accepted your fate and double clicked the new file.

Y/N, I didn't want to invade your privacy but curiosity got the best of me. Let me start from the beginning. Instead of going back and forth to let the dog out I decided it would just be easier to stay over at your place (Hope you enjoyed your girls trip!) I had lots of work to do and the dorms were noisy so I made myself at home. (You're going to need a restock of your Ramen cupboard btw) Anyway, my laptop died, I forgot my cord and yours was right there so… I figured you wouldn't mind if I used it.

Your lock screen picture of me sleeping is cute.

Your password of our anniversary is too easy, you should change it.

If your going to write/download smut you should definitely change the titles to something like.. I don't know.. how to do laundry (We're going to have to discuss your poor choice of fabric softener.)

I figured I'd open the first one by @softyoongiionly called Will you make a mess now? I love you so much but I've spent my entire life being told that I had to be careful, to protect myself and stay guarded. Yes, I'm still a virgin mostly because I've wanted to make sure its the right thing to do. I hope you don't think that I don't desire you, because god, my dick gets hard the minute I think of you.

Moving on… I opened @crybabyjk Inexperienced Kook Crybabyjk? I don't cry! Why does everyone think I cry so easily? I'm getting the feeling that you are really ready to take our relationship to the next level. Also, I'm not clumsy, I think I could manage to get into your pants fairly easily. Why am I getting defensive?

@kpopfanfictrash The Virgin Volume

That OC is just rude, why would she do that to me? I'm more than a one pump chump, if she had my real dick she'd never get off it. (This won't really happen will it?)

The real kicker though.. My Strange Addiction written by you? Your writers name is really @getitinbusan ? It's a series? That involves all of my Hyungs? WTF Y/N? It's about a prostitute taking my virginity IN FRONT OF TAEHYUNG. I think we need to talk about your fantasies.

I don't know why you have these saved, I don't know why you haven't talked to me about escalating our relationship. We both have needs and I hope we can openly discuss them. Let me know when you find this file, I hope you aren't too mad at me for going through your stuff. I love you, JK.

Embarrassed that he had to read about your desires, you formulated your response...

Guk, I'm so sorry that you found this and that my needs weren't expressed by me, to you. I love you so much, and yes, I desire you between my thighs everytime you so much as glance in my direction. I know you would do anything for me, I didn't want to frighten or pressure you into sex before you were ready so I kept my thoughts to myself. I read these stories because when it comes time I just want to please you and give you the best experience possible. Fuck Kookie, my first time sucked and I wish so badly that I would have saved myself for you. As far as my writing goes… well I'm kind of a big deal, can't disappoint the fans. If you were to read the whole story (thanks for not doing that) you would have found out you were a prick only pretending to be a virgin. Whenever you're ready, if ever you're ready I hope to God it's with me.

You missed the softest one… the one I hope is the most like us @writerofbts You Take Jungkook's Virginity

P.S. The files labeled Spicy Recipes are about Jin, How to fix things is Namjoon and Leather Samples are totally not about Submissive Yoongi. Thanks for taking care of the dog!

Y/N, You're a brat! I'm on my way over to give you a good spanking (saw that one too) we'll see where it goes from there.

Taehyung smut recs here

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kerikaaria · 4 years

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If I Never Met You: Chapter 25

(??? X Reader) Idol!AU, Manager!Reader

Genre: (PG13) Fluff, teeny bit of angst

WC: 2.8k

Warnings: Description of a dream that includes mention of death (it’s very brief and undetailed)

Series Masterlist

Chapter 24 | Chapter 25 | Chapter 26

I woke up to voices talking and the front door closing. Still fogged with sleep, I smiled because I felt comfortable and warm. But then I noticed that an arm was draped around my waist, and my back was pressed against a chest. I was suddenly very awake and felt heat rise to my cheeks before I gently turned my head to see Yoongi laying behind me.

It took me a moment to recall what I had said before I fell asleep, when I was only half-awake. Crap! How could I have asked that? I need to get up before someone sees this!

Just as I was about to get up, Jin walked into the room. He stepped on the bottom rung of the ladder and looked me in the eyes before smirking.

“I told you that you could use my bed, not that both of you should,” he said.

I sat up and opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out.

“Are they sleeping?” Taehyung asked as he walked into the room.

Jin looked at him, still smirking. “Well it seems we woke (Y/n) up but Yoongi’s still fast asleep.”

Tae looked at Yoongi’s bed, seeing it empty. “He’s not in his bed, though.” Jin tilted his head in our direction and Taehyung gasped. “You’re kidding!” He grabbed onto the end of the bed to pull himself up and take a look. “How did that happen?!”

I ignored him for now, thoroughly embarrassed, and turned my attention to Jin. “Would you mind stepping down so I can leave?”

He shook his head. “Nah, I think I’m going to stay right here. I want everyone to see this.” He smiled mischievously.

Yoongi grumbled, seeming to finally start waking up from all the noise. Even though I sat up, I hadn’t moved other than that so his arm was still around my waist. In his still mostly-asleep state he tightened his grip to try to pull me closer to him again. I fell back onto the bed from the action, and he wiggled closer to me so his chest was pressing against my back once more. If it wasn’t before, my face was definitely as red as a tomato now.

Jin had already pulled out his phone and quickly took a picture of us before I could move.

“Yoongi, wake up,” I said, sitting up. He only grumbled in response, trying to tug me back down again. I grabbed his arm to push it off of me and scooched forward on the bed towards the ladder. “Wake up, Yoongi,” I said again as I shook his leg.

“What’s wrong, noona?” he asked, a little more alert.

“Your members are home,” I replied.

He sat up quickly once I said that and looked at Jin and Taehyung through half-lidded yes, but he quickly became more alert as his cheeks flushed.

“Seokjin, could you please move?” I asked him again.

He just smiled even bigger. “Hey, guys!” he called to the others. “You should come in here and see this! Apparently I’m psychic.”

“Jin, I swear I’m going to kill you,” I said, pushing on his chest but he didn’t budge.

The others started filing into the room while Jin laughed and Taehyung stepped aside so the others would see.

“Why are you guys in the same bed?” Jungkook asked.

“Yeah,” Joon said, seeming to find immense enjoyment out of this. “What were you guys up to while we were gone? And in Jin hyung’s bed of all places?”

“Namjoon!” I yelled. “No!”

Yoongi was basically malfunctioning, not moving or saying anything. Just sitting there, staring off into space.

I sighed in frustration. “Seokjin! Please move so I can get down!”

He calmed down his laughter as he finally moved aside and I hurried down the ladder. Yoongi still didn’t move.

“Did you guys have fun without us here?” Hoseok asked in a teasing tone.

“I swear if you guys insinuate that something like that happened one more time I’m going to quit my job!” I yelled back as I went to the fridge to pull out ingredients to make dinner.

Most of them had followed me back out of the room to either sit in the living room or watch what I was doing in the kitchen.

“Seriously though,” Jimin said, “why were you guys sleeping in the same bed?”

I sighed. “It wasn’t intentional. It’s just…” I paused, trying to think of the best way to put it. “I had a nightmare that involved Yoongi getting hurt and when I was going back to sleep, I had asked him to stay close to me because I needed to know he was safe. I was half-asleep when I asked him that.”

Tae hummed. “I guess that makes sense. So you guys weren’t sleeping like that every night while you were here?”

“No, of course not,” I replied. “That was the only time that happened.”

“Was it really that bad of a nightmare, noona?” Jungkook asked.

I paused what I was doing as I recalled my dream. I felt my heartrate speed up and my body shake a little at the memory. The dream had started out just like real life, how Joon and I had found Yoongi in the hotel room in pain. We took him to the hospital, but instead of it being appendicitis they diagnosed him with something much more serious (it was a dream so it wasn’t clear on what since I didn’t actually have much knowledge on diseases) and he was taken immediately for emergency surgery.

But there was a complication and he didn’t make it. I had fallen to my knees and covered my face while I sobbed and when I looked up, I was engulfed in darkness and the rest of the members, Sejin, and Bang surrounded me in a circle. They all looked at me with hatred and started blaming me, saying it was my fault and that I should have taken better care of him. I tried saying something, but they all walked away, ignoring my cries and leaving me alone in the darkness. I had curled my legs into my chest and continued sobbing. That’s when I finally managed to wake up thanks to Yoongi.

“Noona?” Taehyung had rested a hand on my shoulder and was looking at me, worried. He placed his other hand on my cheek and used his thumb to wipe away tears I hadn’t realized I shed. “Are you okay?”

I nodded. “I’m okay. And yes, Jungkook. It was… really bad.”

Tae pulled me into his chest and tightly held onto me. “It’s okay, you don’t need to tell us,” he said into my hair before placing a soft kiss on top of my head. “We understand.”

I relaxed into the embrace, finding comfort in his warmth before pulling away and smiling at him. “Sorry to worry you. I’m really okay, I promise. It really was just a nightmare. It just scared me a lot.”

“Sorry, noona,” Jungkook said with his head lowered. As I looked toward him, I realized the rest of the boys had gathered nearby, no doubt having seen what just happened. “I didn’t mean to make you feel upset.”

“It’s alright, Kookie,” I assured him. “You were just curious.”

Things were silent for another moment before Jin decided to lighten the mood. “On the plus side,” he said while he tapped away on his phone. “I got this wonderful picture of the two of them.” That was followed by all our phones ringing or vibrating, and I knew he sent it to our group chat.

“Kim Seokjin!” I rushed toward him, making everyone disperse throughout the apartment.

“Aw!” Jimin said. “That’s so cute! Hyung looks so comfortable!”

“Jimin,” Yoongi said. “I will not hesitate to beat you.”

“I may not have been after Namjoon hyung,” Tae said with a certain determination in his voice, “but I will definitely be next.”

“Do you guys want dinner or not?” I asked. “Because I could just go home and forget about this.”

“No, please stay!” Hoseok said, coming to hug me from behind. “We haven’t seen either of you for three days and we missed you. Please stay.”

I smiled, patting Hobi’s hands that rested on my stomach to let him know it was okay. “I guess. I kind of missed you guys too.”

“Only kind of?” Jin asked.

I pointed at him before saying, “I missed you least of all. Don’t think I’m not going to get you back for today.”

“I wasn’t the one snuggling up to Yoongi,” Jin mumbled underneath his breath.

“Hyung,” Jungkook whined. “She’ll leave if you keep teasing her.”

“We love you, noona!” Jimin said.

“You’d better,” I responded.

I continued making dinner, even with Jin’s help. I may have been acting angry, but of course he knew I was just joking around. Was I embarrassed by what happened? Absolutely. But even so I could still find the humor in the situation and soon enough we were laughing together while we cooked.

We all ate together for the first time in what felt like forever. Somewhere in between the stories they managed to accumulate from the fan signs, Yoongi chimed in.

“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you guys before you all left,” he said. “When noona and I were at my studio a few days ago I learned something about her.” I gave him a look to try to tell him to shut up, but he just smiled back and continued. “She actually has a bit of a talent for music.”

“Wait really?” Hobi asked, looking at me.

I chuckled nervously. “I mean I wouldn’t say it’s that much… And I’m nothing like any of you guys.”

“She plays piano and she can sing too,” Yoongi continued. “She sounded really good.”

“I knew you could sing!” Jungkook said, overly excited.

“He’s exaggerating,” I said, lowering my head.

Yoongi shook his head. “I’m not. Here, see for yourselves.” He pulled out his phone and placed it in the middle of the table.

“Oh my gosh. You didn’t,” I said.

“Of course I did,” he replied with a smirk.

I hid my face in my hands in embarrassment while the video of my performance from a few days ago played for all of them to see. I knew it would be pointless to try to keep them from seeing it because I couldn’t win against seven stubborn boys, so I just let the torture happen.

I stayed in that position even after it was done until Jin who sat next to me gave me a few firm pats on my back. “Yah, (Y/n)! I thought you said you weren’t that great,” he said. “That sounded amazing!”

“Noona, you’ve been holding out on us,” Jungkook replied. “Why would you hide something like this?”

“Like I said, I’m nothing like you guys,” I replied. My face was definitely red at this point.

“I beg to differ,” Yoongi said. “She was even interested in how to make music, so I’ve been showing her around the software and she’s learning really well.”

“Oh, are you going to start writing music, too?” Joon asked.

“I was just curious,” I replied. “But I don’t think I could do it that well.”

“Based on what I’ve seen, if you keep at it I’m sure you’ll do great,” Yoongi said with a soft smile.

“I didn’t know you had an interest in music though,” Jin said. “Why have I never heard about this?”

“Maybe because you guys are musicians and it was embarrassing for me,” I said.

“This isn’t embarrassing!” Tae said. “It’s great! And now we have more things we can talk to you about.”

“Like you had any problems finding things to talk about before,” Hobi said in a teasing tone.

It was so nice to be with all of them again. I really enjoyed the past few days with Yoongi, and I felt like we became closer because of them. But I really did miss everyone.

Soon enough, it was getting late and I urged them all to get some sleep since we’d be busy with a small concert tomorrow. I gathered my belongings and walked toward their front door to head across the hall to my own home.

“Noona, wait a moment,” I heard Yoongi say as I was about to open the door.

“What’s up?” I asked, turning around.

He looked uncharacteristically nervous, biting his lower lip as he looked down where he was fidgeting with his hands. “I wanted to um… apologize. For earlier.”

“Earlier?” I asked.

“You know,” he said. “When, um…” He moved one of his hands to the back of his head. “When we took a nap. I really didn’t… do that on purpose.”

“Oh, that,” I said, becoming embarrassed myself. “Don’t worry about it. It was my fault for insisting for you to sleep there. And it’s not like it’s the first time it’s happened with one of you guys,” I lightly laughed and smiled.

Yoongi finally looked up at me and softly smiled back.

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said. “Have a good night, Yoongi.”

“You too, noona,” he said. “Oh and one more thing. I… I really enjoyed spending time with you the past few days. Thank you.” Before I could respond, he quickly turned around and shuffled toward the bedroom.

I smiled. Me too, Yoongi. Me too, I thought as I opened their door to go back to my own home.

It was a bit of a relief to be back at the dorm. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the fan meets. In fact, they all had a really nice time getting to meet their fans. But it really was weird without Yoongi or (Y/n) for the past three days. Ever since they got back home, he could hardly tear his eyes away from her, as if he was trying to make up for the time when he couldn’t see her.

Watching the video of (Y/n) playing the piano and singing was hypnotizing. Even through the screen, he could feel how much she enjoyed music. And he couldn’t think of anything he’d ever seen or heard that was more beautiful. He hoped he’d get to witness it in person one day.

When (Y/n) said that they should get to sleep soon and she’d better go, he couldn’t stop himself from feeling sad. It had been barely any time since they got to see her again, and they already had to part ways again. At least he knew she’d be going with them tomorrow, so even though they’d be working he could still have the comfort of knowing she was nearby.

After saying goodbye, he watched as she walked toward their door to leave. When Yoongi suddenly approached her, he paid close attention to hear what they were talking about. Yoongi sounded embarrassed as he fumbled out an apology about cuddling her while they slept.

He thought back to when he saw the two of them in the bed together. They all joked around about it, but he couldn’t help feeling a pang in his chest at the scene. Knowing they were alone for three days, and the fact that they were in the same bed made it hard not to automatically jump to conclusions. It was such a relief when (Y/n) explained what really happened, even though seeing her so upset over her nightmare was almost unbearable.

He wasn’t dumb, he knew what the pang he felt was. He had started to notice it earlier in the year, but he’d been doing his best to ignore it. Being friends with (Y/n) was important to him, and he wasn’t about to let whatever he was feeling get in the way of it. For all he knew, it was just temporary anyway.

But when he heard Yoongi tell (Y/n) about how much he enjoyed spending time with her and saw him hurry away with a flush covering his cheeks, he felt his stomach turn. What did he mean by that? Was there maybe something there after all? Maybe it was a good idea to just push the thoughts and feelings he had begun to have aside, in case it caused an issue between the two of them later. But that thought was quickly replaced with the idea that there was no way he could do that.

He might not have had confidence to do anything about how he was feeling now, but there was no way he’d give up that easily. Not yet. His mind was made up. He wasn’t going to push, wasn’t going to try to move forward with anything quite yet. But he had to see where this took him and he could only hope that (Y/n), their dear manager and precious friend, may eventually be able to see him the same way he did her.

Series Masterlist

Chapter 24 | Chapter 25 | Chapter 26

Tags: @calling-dips-on-j-hope @misohime @netflix-batman-sleep @smallbaby-cat @leitholdwithlove @ramyagovindraj @leesalts @rjsmochii

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