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I Don't Share - Jeon Jungkook

Synopsis: Jungkook was the one that proposed you should be friends with benefits. You both were single and had desires. Falling in love wasn't a part of the plan though.

Pairing: Idol!Jeon Jungkook x Back up Dancer!fem reader

Genre: Smuttttt! Jealous, posessive Jungkook, friends with benefits - Minors DNI

Contains: public sex, mentions of eating out (f. receiving), light spanking (f. receiving), no protection vaginal sex, slight degradation, creampie, hair pulling

Word Count: 2.6k

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You were given the opportunity of a lifetime. What started as a way to kill time during the pandemic quickly turned into you flying to South Korea to join BTS in their rehearsals for their Permission To Dance shows. A little over a year later, you were in rehearsals again for Jungkook's solo promotions with the release of his debut album, Golden. You didn't think your life could get better than this.

Never before would you think that your dance studio closing to meet shutdown requirements would grant you the opportunity of a lifetime. Or that you would meet the guy of your dreams.

Jungkook was around your age, so it was easy for you two to get along. You often would spend late nights going over and over the dance routine for performances and the filming of upcoming music videos. His manager would often ask if he wanted a ride home, but Jungkook would always come up with an excuse.

"No, I'm ok. I want to make sure my hyungs are proud of me when they can finally see this!" Which often made the staff smile that he wanted to make his members proud.

Another one often was along the lines of - "No, thank you though. I am just stuck on this one part of the choreography and I think I'm finally getting it down. I will call security to make sure I get home." He promised every single time to use the resources at the company, but he never did.

He always opted to take Uber rides with you. At first, it was because Jungkook liked being able to talk to someone around his age. He had a solid group of friends, but you were new. Coming from the United States, he wanted to know what it was like to be a 20-something-year-old making it work.

The two of you often shared after practices drinks and meals. "You know, we have to nourish our bodies well. Jin-hyung taught me that well."

Quickly though, his hunger turned into something else. Getting to know you, getting to watch how your hips moved with ease, he began to grow hungry for your pussy. Jungkook was a very competitive guy, and he was determined to be the best at fucking you until you see the stars. He wanted to make you cum and scream until you forgot your name, until you questioned your ability to walk after.

Meals quickly turned into eating you out at your apartment. To be fair, it was his favorite meal of the day. He loved getting down on his knees for you, spreading them wide, and exposing you to him. Only or him. He often liked to blow cool air on your pussy to watch you squirm underneath his touch.

Jungkook thrived on knowing the reaction he could pull out of you. He liked knowing you whimpered and begged for him to lick your pussy, to suck on your clit as if his life depended on it. And if you begged well, he would reward you by sliding two of his fingers into your pussy.

Dance practices weren't the only reason why he would come over. If a recording session didn't go well, you offered comfort by letting him bend you and pound into your pussy. Afterwards, you would always talk about how he was feeling but you quickly learned that Jungkook preferred letting his frustrations out physically rather than verbally at first.

There were just a few more performances left for the group. Everyone knew that Jungkook would be enlisting soon, so nobody was taking it for granted. Every dance, every member of the crew, and Jungkook himself were basically putting their all into every dance practice, dress rehearsal, and performance.

You were currently sitting criss-cross on the dance practice floor, your water bottle resting in your lap. Your thumb moved your TikTok FYP up every once in a while. There was a 30 minute break, allowing some people to go grab lunch while others were taking a minute to just relax.

"So, y/n, did you know someone here in Korea before you moved?"

There was often conversation floating among the dancers. Down time and hanging outside of practice were opportunities to get to know one another, and do a little networking. With the days narrowing down on this contract, you were beginning to consider your options. Part of you wanted to go back home, to reunite with family, but you also were having the time of your life here.

Hearing your name, you locked your phone and set it on the floor. There were a few others who joined you on the floor, in their own worlds until the current conversation started. You felt all eyes on you as the question was directed to you.

"No, I actually didn't," You laughed. A year ago, you never would have had the courage to move across the world by yourself. Being here now, you knew it was the best decision. "So a good dancer, a risk taker, beautiful," one of the male dancers began to list.

You blushed at the compliment. One thing that has changed is your struggle to accept compliments. You knew he meant well, but it didn't stop you feeling as if your face had gotten incredibly hot.

"You've got to have a partner, right? Meet someone here in Korea? I mean, Korean men know how to treat you right," he winked.

You heard one of the female dancers scuff. She rolled her eyes at his words, shaking her head towards the two of you. "Don't listen to him. Stay away from Korean men," she warned before going back to eat her salad.

"You're just upset still about your breakup," he muttered. Quickly, that was followed by a loud smack and laughter from the other members. You watched the one male rub his tender arm, apologizing to the woman to his right. Satisfied, she nodded in acknowledgement before going back to her lunch.

The male looked back at you, smiling sheepishly. "Anyways, are you single?" He asked. "You've never met up with us after practice for a quick drink."

Yeah, I normally can't go out because I'm getting railed by Jungkook after practice.

"Maybe she has a boyfriend back home?"

Decided to speak to yourself, you laughed as a way to break the conversation. Eager eyes were on you, wanting to know more about their American colleague.

"That's my bad for not showing face after practice. I normally get tired and want to go home. Sometimes I'm even here practicing a bit more just to make sure I'm as good as you all. I mean, you guys are professionals."

The group smiled wide at your kind words. You weren't sure how you'd fit in as an outsider, especially if you weren't sure if you were going to be staying or not. At the start of this job, you placed a huge amount of pressure to do well especially as you knew that so many people would do anything to be in your position. You wanted the company to be satisfied that they chose the right person.

"Well, now that it's known that we want you here. You are coming out with us tomorrow night." "Yes, you have to! We'll have to show you around the best parts of Seoul." "And hopefully get you with the best guy." "Or at least go home with the best guy."

Your cheeks turned pink again, which caused all the whole group to smile. How could life get any better?

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The sun had already set by the time you got done with practice. Most of the group had left for the evening whereas you were packing up your duffle bag with all your belongings. While you were very much looking forward to tomorrow night, you always loved a night-in to yourself.

You couldn't help but wonder if Jungkook would want to come over.

"You know, you really should be leaving here by yourself," a voice called out to you.

Startled, you looked over your shoulder to see Jungkook leaning against the practice room door. Speak of the devil. You placed one hand over your chest as your racing heart began to settle, very slowly that is.

"God, you fucking scared me."

He let out a laugh before coming into the room. You only could tell how he was moving by the sound of his laughter growing louder. "Sorry, doll, I couldn't help myself," he apologized. You hummed in amusement as you had your back turned towards him, trying to get the rest of your belongings together so you could leave. Because if he was ready to go, that meant that you were to.

You felt his hand ghost over your hip. Zipping up the duffle bag, you slowly stood up straighter to feel him right behind you. His lips hovered over the shell of your ear, feeling his hot breath against it. You shivered from the effect and with excitement.

"You seem to really be finding your place here," he said.

His voice was very smooth. He knew the effect he had on you, how you were basically wrapped around his finger. And he used it to his advantage. You were a bit confused as to where this was coming from.

"I mean, I overheard you making plans with the other dancers. I think that's good for you." His hand gently caressed your hip, the touch light as a feather. You were almost in a trance from it all. Just feeling his body heat radiate into your back sent a wave of warmth throughout you.

"But there is one thing I do not like." You were about to look over at him, but were cut off when his grip on you tightened. He yanked you back so you could feel his boner right up against his ass. You gasped in surprise which caused him to chuckle lightly. The laugh sending shivers done your spine. "I don't like sharing, angel."

Everything happened so suddenly. One minute, you were getting your duffle bag, the next you were being pinned against the mirrors of the dance studio. Jungkook's grip was tight enough to inform you he was in charge here, but loose enough to slip out if you felt uncomfortable. Yet, his gaze locked on you told you to stay put.

His breathing was a bit rigid, sensing emotions were coursing through his body. What was on his mind? You noticed his jaw was a bit clenched, almost as if he was contemplating what he was doing or his next move.

"Let me make it clear. You are not going home with anyone else besides me. You'll always come back to me."

Oh god, he overheard your conversation earlier. It was starting to make sense.

"I'll have to remind you if that's an issue." "Then mark me up and make me yours."

Jungkook's breathing hitched hearing you. He wasn't expecting such a response from you but it made him so damn weak. God, you were the death of him.

Not one to back down, he accepted your challenge.

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Smack.

You whimpered loudly at the feeling of Jungkook's hand meeting your left asscheek. It was like an electric jolt. A bit painful, considering he has spanked you repeatedly throughout the evening, but also pleasurable because it made you feel alive. It honestly made you feel powerful.

Jungkook had you on your hands and knees. You were at the dance studio. You knew everyone had left but the thrill of someone potentially catching the two of you turned you on.

With one hand staying on your hip, Jungkook's other hand ran up your spine gently. His touch was still a stark contrast to the feeling of his thick cock sliding in and out of your soaking pussy. Each smack against your ass caused your walls to squeeze around his cock, sending the two of you into a chorus of moans.

His hips rammed into you from behind. It created a rhythmic sound of skin slapping, the two of you moaning, and how wet you were. The last sound caused your cheeks to heat up, much to Jungkook's satisfaction.

The hand on your spine gathered your hair. You were grateful you put it in a low ponytail during practice earlier. Jungkook pulled your head, causing you to hiss in response. The sweet sting of your hair being pulled made you crave more. The sudden movement also caused your eyes to become a bit glossy. Your head tilted back as you met his in the reflection of the mirror.

"Look at you," Jungkook asked. His mouth was curled into a sinister smirk. "You're crying over my cock. Is it not enough for you, hmm? Is that why you wanna go out to meet other guys?"

"No, Jungkook, fuck," he panted out. "You're all I want, all I need." "Oh yeah? Prove it. Cum on my cock. Show me that I really am the only one that can make you feel so damn good."

If it were possible, Jungkook increased his pace. You cried out in pleasure as the intensity of his brutal thrusting caused your arms to give out. You upper half of your body rested against the cool wood floor, causing your ass to move a bit up. Jungkook groaned in appreciation for the change. He couldn't help himself. Smack.

Your mind was hazy. You couldn't comprehend anything besides Jungkook's cock filling and stretching you out. Your vision was getting blurry from the tears beginning to fall as you felt that familiar tingling, warm sensation in your stomach.

In a matter of moments, your vision went white and your toes curled. You screamed out his name. His grip on your hips could be burned into your skin. You never wanted him to stop touching you. Jungkook groaned as his thrusts got harder, determined to meet you at your high. The world around you seemed to stand still while your head was in the clouds.

After a few more thrusts, Jungkook let out a loud groan. You could feel his cum filling your pussy, which sent you into a whimpering mess at the feeling. You felt so content. He also felt content seeing some of his cum spilling out of your pussy once he began to pull out.

He swore you've never looked more beautiful. All his.

Lips were being pressed against your spine. You didn't even register that your body had sprawled out onto the wooden surface until Jungkook gently moved you. Your head rested on his chest, your back on the floor. His hand ran up and down your lower back. His other hand reached up to wipe away any of your remaining tears.

You were bringing brought down to reality. You could register the sound of you two heavy breathing, the slight tremors of your body starting to subside. With your head pressed into Jungkook's chest, you could hear his once racing heart beat begin to steady itself.

"You won't forget about me, right?" "How could I ever forget about you?"

There was a pause. Jungkook was the type to usually have a response, or do something in response to what was said to him. Not this time.

You looked up at him, concerned as you knew something was bothering him. Unfortunately, you got confirmation when you were met with his own glossy eyes.

"Look, I know a lot is going to change over 18 months. I don't care if you stay here in Korea or you go back home. I don't like sharing, y/n, so just promise not to forget about me because I'll come back to you. Every single damn time." "I could never forget about you, Jeon Jungkook. I'll be waiting for you, regardless of what happens next."

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whyse7vn · 9 months

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BABY FEVER -

[ ot7 x reader ]

TAEHYUNG -

tae: have my cubs

y/n: STOP TALKING TO ME NOW

tae: i want 8

y/n: i’ve actually never been so srs in my life

let’s break up

like fr

i’m over this relationship i’m over you

tae: i can settle for 5 if it’s too much

y/n: let’s settle for a break up

tae: our little family 🥺

y/n: i would rather shoot myself

tae: why?

y/n: WHY?

are you really asking my why rn?

tae: yeah??

y/n: “have my cubs”

tae: i can’t get pregnant what is wrong with you

someone didn’t go to school 😭😭

y/n: who in their right mind says shit like that

tae: me??

y/n: stop talking to me

tae: babe

i’m being for real

y/n: i know

and i’m scared

tae: don’t be scared

i’ll protect you

and the kids

real alpha i am

y/n: stop

tae: are you getting emotional?

omg are you pregnant rn?????

hormones and that stuff?

is that what you wanted to say this whole time??

were you trying to hide it from me??

ur so cute >.<

y/n: i’m blocking you now

tae: we are gonna get through this together

do you think we need a bigger house?

y/n: genuinely are you ok in the head?

tae: ofc wtf??

i know ur not because of the pregnancy

but it’s okay

you don’t need to stress at all

i’ll think for the both of us

the love of ur life taetae be the sane one for the next 6 months

y/n: there is so much to unpack there

tae: omg have you been clothes shopping without me >.<

y/n: i am perfectly fine

you and sane don’t belong in the same sentence

never call yourself taetae again

and it’s 9 months not 6 you fucking idiot

tae: what is ur actual problem??

don’t swear around my child you’ll poison their mind

and i think i know more about babies than you do so just leave everything to me ok?

y/n: again i would rather shoot myself

tae: if you die i’ll protect the baby

y/n: there is no baby

tae: are you not ready to be a mother or something?

i swear we can do this babe

y/n: are you actually listening to me??

tae: ofc i am??

y/n: …

tae: i’m omw home btw can’t wait to see you both!!!!!!!

y/n: it’s like you only take in the information you want to hear

tae: i love you too

y/n: or maybe you just can’t read

tae: <333333333

YOONGI -

yoongi: no

y/n: i don’t like when you read my mind like that

yoongi: no

y/n: i’m gonna ask anyways

yoongi: no

y/n: let’s have a baby 😁🙏🏽

yoongi: no

y/n: if we don’t have a baby now ur gonna be an old dad

ur gonna die before our baby turns 10

we don’t want that do we?

think of all the precious memories you’ll miss

yoongi: i’m fine with that

y/n: are you really?

yoongi: …

y/n: let’s have a baby rn

yoongi: but that’s so much work

y/n: #inittogether

our little baby made out of our love for each other

isn’t that sososoos cute yoongi 🥺

yoongi: i guess

y/n: so we’re having a baby?

yoongi: go away

y/n: ur not saying no

i’m taking this as a yes

i continue to win in this life

yoongi: what if you die before me

and i’m left with a baby?

y/n: the old thing really got to you huh?

yoongi: no i’m just saying you might die first

y/n: there is no way i’m dying first

ur literally 30

yoongi: and???

y/n: like jin is ur age mate that’s saying aLOT

yoongi: ur pissing me off

y/n: okay old bitch

yoongi: you expect me to have children with you after you bully me??

y/n: pls put me in ur will

i’m in jin’s yk?

yoongi: why are you in jin’s will?

y/n: why? mad ur not?

yoongi: how do you know i’m not

in his will?

matter of fact why tf does he have a will??

y/n: aren’t you an inquisitive one

yoongi: saying big words doesn’t make you look smart

y/n: jin knows it’s almost his time

you better start writing yours

yoongi: leaving everything to holly

y/n: i’ll literally cook holly

yoongi: what is wrong with you

y/n: i am not with child rn

that’s what’s wrong

yoongi: that sounded gross

never say that again

y/n: i’ve come to the conclusion that ur my biggest enemy

yoongi: i’m glad you know

y/n: ur dying

yoongi: ur next

y/n: don’t ever say that

i’m literally in my prime

yoongi: ur prime?

couldn’t tell

y/n: find someone else to carry your children

i can no longer stand the idea of mini yous running around

yoongi: ok :(

y/n: ??

don’t frown at me

you brought this on urself

yoongi: 😔

y/n: you bitch

yoongi: come make a baby with me 😄

NAMJOON -

y/n: let’s have a child

namjoon: ok

y/n: i lied

namjoon: oh

y/n: what is wrong with you

namjoon: what is wrong with you?

y/n: did adding a question mark make you feel better bitch??

namjoon: very

y/n: this is why i lie to you

namjoon: that’s not nice

y/n: ur literally a nasty little gaslighter

namjoon: i’m not?

y/n: you are?

namjoon: if anything ur the gaslighter

y/n: fake claims i’ll sue

namjoon: you tell me you want to have children and then you tell me ur lying or you never said that

y/n: what is ur actual issue i’ve never said i want kids??

if you want kids ig we can talk about it but i’ve literally never brought that up

namjoon: see?

y/n: i see very clearly actually 20/20 vision the eye people told me

namjoon: you wear glasses?

y/n: occasionally

like what is ur issue?

ur so obsessed with me it’s not right

namjoon: ig i’m a little obsessed

y/n: it’s really not right

wait…

don’t you fucking wear glasses

what is ur issue four eyes???

namjoon: i do

i’ve never claimed to have 20/20 vision

y/n: ur blind as hell

namjoon: maybe i don’t want to have kids with you

they fr won’t be able to see anything

y/n: HOW DARE YOU SAY YOI DONT WANT KIDS WITH ME

YOURE SICK IN TBE HEAD

namjoon: put ur glasses on

ur spelling stuff wrong

y/n: it’s my charm

namjoon: not wearing ur glasses?

y/n: we need to go on a break

namjoon: how can we go on a break when we have kids to take care of?

y/n: and you say ur not a gaslighter?

what if i was a weak woman and fell for ur sick lies

namjoon: we would have kids by now

y/n: ur messed up

that’s so messed up

namjoon: shoot me

y/n: don’t say stuff like that

cuz i will

then you’ll be mad

and dead

namjoon: what are you bothering me for?

y/n: can i not just message my bf like omg?

namjoon: you miss me or something?

y/n: not anymore

namjoon: cute

y/n: fuck ur cute

namjoon: accepting a compliment won’t kill you yk?

y/n: stop communicating with me

namjoon: you messaged me first?

y/n: no i didn’t

namjoon: whatever

y/n: omg don’t speak to me like you hate me i’ll kms

namjoon: so kids?

y/n: idk what ur on about tbh

namjoon: fine

y/n: fine

namjoon: fine?

y/n: fine?

namjoon: idk what you want from me

y/n: children

namjoon: you stop communicating with me

y/n: wow

namjoon: yeah

y/n: ur a LOSER

SEOKJIN -

jin: it’s time we reproduce

y/n: no

jin: no?

this would be a blessing to many

y/n: ok??

jin: ok?

i’ll just kms then

if you hate me just say that

y/n: i hate you

jin: what is ur problem???

y/n: what’s urs??

you told me to say it

jin: i said if you hate me

y/n: ???

jin: oh my god

leave me alone

y/n: oh my god by gidle

jin: you have to stop speaking to hobi

y/n: why :(

jin: ur starting to talk like him

and it’s gross

the mother of my children a hoseok clone??

no thank you

y/n: what children??

jin: you need to keep up

we are having kids

y/n: but you said mother of your children

like as in you have kids rn

and last time i checked i never gave birth

who is this other woman seokjin???

jin: ew why would you say my full name like that

y/n: why would you cheat on me?

jin: bored?

y/n: all men are the same

jin: i am like no other man

y/n: true you dumb as hell

jin: now ur talking shit

y/n: maybe the shit talks you

jin: what

y/n: what

jin: can we make babies pls

y/n: ew

you actually make me wanna throw up

jin: wtf

this is why i don’t talk to you

y/n: you talk to me everyday?

in fact you loose ur mind if you don’t talk to me for more than 2 hours

jin: you literally have no proof

once again ur talking SHIT

y/n: don’t raise ur voice at me tf

jin: see you would be such a good mother

that’s such a parent thing to say

lowkey got me feeling a little hot and bothered rn 🙈

i’m sorry

you might need to put me in my place again mommy 🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙉🙉🙉

y/n: what the fuck

jin: you’re not into it???

y/n: how can you go from talking about children to sex?

jin: don’t say that makes me sound like a perv

y/n: you are a perv

jin: no i’m not

ur just lame

like you need to have sex to have children

i was just helping start the process

y/n: you’ve got like a screw loose or something

jin: stop speaking to me in riddles

or don’t

i do love a smart girl 😉

y/n: stop speaking to me like a bitch in heat

jin: people lame nowadays

by people i mean you

y/n: cry about it

jin: i just might

y/n: good

JUNGKOOK -

y/n: do you want to have a baby?

jk: doesn’t giving birth hurt?

y/n: so?

jk: i don’t want you to get hurt

y/n: life is pain

jk: i’ll give birth

y/n: that’s not how it works

jk: pls let me do it

y/n: ok

jk: thank you

y/n: ur welcome

jk: do you think i’ll look good pregnant?

y/n: idk

jk: will you still love me when i get big?

y/n: i might leave you if you get pregnant

jk: wtf?

y/n: it might creep me out

jk: why wtf

y/n: i don’t want to imagine you pregnant

jk: but our baby ☹️

y/n: i would rather never have kids than see you pregnant

jk: wow

you think i would be that ugly

y/n: i’m sorry

jk: are you?

y/n: ummm

jk: ok then

y/n: we can always adopt

jk: but that’s not my baby

y/n: legally they would be

jk: we won’t have the same spit

y/n: the same spit?

jk: yk like our insides won’t be the same

y/n: ur dna?

jk: yeah my dna

y/n: ur not supposed to have the exact same dna as ur baby anyways

jk: okay but it’s like a mix of us

and a adopted one would have no mix at all

y/n: so what do you want to do?

jk: give birth

y/n: i really don’t think it’s possible babe

jk: i will do it

y/n: sure

jk: why don’t you believe in me?

y/n: i do

jk: act like it

y/n: wooo?

jk: not good enough

y/n: sorry i’m tired

jk: ok?

y/n: fuck you?

jk: i’m about to have a baby and ur talking to me like that?

y/n: i’ll believe it when i see it

jk: so you fr don’t believe in me?

y/n: yeah

not one bit of belief in me

jk: crazy how people switch up

when you want to come back into me and MY babies lives we won’t let you

y/n: i’m crying

honestly

jk: i’m glad

y/n: i’m actually not

i don’t care at all

and that’s the truth

jk: so you just lie for fun

y/n: pretty much

jk: wow

ur crazy

y/n: 4 u

jk: waittt why am i blushing rn 😖

are you in love with me be honest?

y/n: idk…

jk: oh

y/n: embarrassing…

ur just a fuck buddy tbh

jk: for 8 years i’ve been a fuck buddy?

y/n: yur

jk: are you lying to me?

y/n: i could be

jk: i could be pregnant rn

y/n: are you?

jk: no

but i could be

y/n: are you lying to me?

jk: yeah :(

y/n: it’s okay

jk: is it really??

y/n: you don’t want me to answer that

JIMIN -

y/n: i’ve been getting congratulation texts all day today

jimin: omg people are so crazy wtf 😭?

y/n: i’m fr so confused

did we win an award i didn’t know about or something??

jimin: maybe idk lol

y/n: would it be rude if i asked what tf they’re talking about?

jimin: unbelievably rude

don’t do it

i’m for real

y/n: but i wanna know

jimin: just accept the congrats and go

y/n: do you know something i don’t?

jimin: wtf no?

y/n. ur lying

jimin: i’m not

y/n: jimin

jimin: love of my life

apple of my eye

babe

y/n: tell me

jimin: omg i LOVE that song

tell me tell me ttttell me

y/n: now

jimin: sorry idk what ur talking about

hello??

babe?

where did you go?

come back

talk to me

y/n: YOU TOLD PEOPLE I WAS PREGNANT???

jimin: I TOLD YOU NOT TO ASK

WAHT IS WRONG WITH YOU???

y/n: WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT

jimin: i’m preparing people for the future

y/n: ??????????

i’m NOT pregnant

jimin: you will be when i’m done with you ;)

y/n: wtf is wrong with you

jimin: a lot

y/n: i can tell

jimin: do you think i’m ugly be honest

y/n: right now yes

jimin: so you think i’m pretty other times 🥺🥺🥺

let’s have a baby

y/n: no

jimin: okay wtf

why not

y/n: ur literally about to be shipped off

you want to leave me with a baby??

jimin: why would you say that

now i’m upset

i’ll take the baby with me

y/n: …

jimin: no?

y/n: no

jimin: fine

our baby would be lowkey ugly anyways

y/n: excuse me?

jimin: problem?

y/n: why would our baby be ugly??

jimin: i mean…

y/n: you mean????

jimin: ur gonna have to just prove me wrong babe

y/n: ur not funny

jimin: did i make a joke???

y/n: you are the joke

jimin: i actually am not the joke

i never joke

super serious guy park jimin is

super shy too

new jeans core >.<

y/n: i’m done with you

HOSEOK -

y/n: baby?

hobi: me?

y/n: no like an actual baby

hobi: ur having one?

congrats!!!!!

y/n: no??

i’m not having one

hobi: oh

i’m sorry for ur loss

y/n: there was no loss

hobi: oh

was there a gain?

y/n: do you want there to be?

hobi: depends on the gain

y/n: the gain would be a baby

hobi: yikesss

that’s a pretty lame gain

why would i want you to have a baby?

y/n: um because you love me?

hobi: i wouldn’t be the father

i don’t see the point

y/n: ???

why wouldn’t you be the father?

hobi: i thought you were asking me if you could have a baby with someone else

y/n: what?

hobi: what?

i’m confused

y/n: I’M confused

hobi: why are we confused??

y/n: why would i ask you if i could have a baby with someone else???

hobi: feminism?

tho i do think it would be more of a feminist move if you didn’t ask me

ur spirt was in the right place tho

i’m sure the women will forgive you

y/n: what?

hobi: was i wrong??

y/n: what do you think?

hobi: it’s not my place to decide for a strong woman like urself

y/n: get a grip

hobi: grip gotten

y/n: is this ur way of dodging my baby proposal?

hobi: a baby what?

that sounds wrong

tf is a baby doing proposing???

ur a baby like drink milk or something

y/n: are you drunk??

hobi: nooooooooooooooooooooooooo

y/n: so ur tipsy?

hobi: tipsy topsy who cares

y/n: i do

i’m trying to ask you if you want to have a baby with me oh my god

hobi: omg do you love me or something???

that’s so crazy

y/n: bye have fun drinking

hobi: drinking heals me

y/n: that’s concerning

hobi: will i be a good dad

y/n: i’m sure you will

hobi: or will i kill myself due to the stress

y/n: oh

hobi: let’s find out babe

i’m ready

y/n: that did not sound like ready talk to me

we can talk about this tomorrow

hobi: if we think about it what can a baby do that i can’t???

y/n: keep me company

hobi: i do that all the time

do you hate me

if you hate me say 1

if you hate me and want me dead in a ditch by saturday night say 7

y/n: where are you right now?

hobi: jin’s house

i think

y/n: you think?

anyways

that’s the point

i’m all alone a baby would never leave me to go drink with jin

hobi: jin would be dead by the time our baby was born

he’s old

dojn’t tell him i said that

he might kick me out

i would be so upset

like this :cccccccccccc

and this 😭😭😭😪😓😓😓😰😰😨😨

WOAHHH THIJS DRINK HITTING OH MY GOD BABE WOW

FEELS LIKE I JUST DID COKE

OH MY GOF

not that i’ve done cokr befr don’t be scared of me babe

y/n: wow okay!

hobi: babies can’t even dance to dynamite i don’t see why you would want that in ur life

and i totally can dance to dynamite

sO i win

y/n: you are so right babe you go and have fun with jin!

hobi: see ur just so silly

and btw i realllly donnt do coke i swear it

y/n: 7

hobi: OH MY GIF I KNEW ITT

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Hiraeth III

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Summary: You had always been his, and no one could take you away from him. Idol!AU

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Slight age gap, Murder intention, Mention of death, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: 4kish words. I hope you enjoy, my love :)

Masterlist Hiraeth II

“I love you.”

Your brows furrowed as the deep slumber of drowsiness slowly eased off from you. You could feel the heat beside you, could hear the soft, baritone voice near your ear. You didn’t want to leave that feeling, in between the consciousness and ignorance, where you could be just you. Where you could just exist. Where you could freely forget.

“I love you.”

Slowly and with great reluctance, you opened your eyes. You didn’t know what to expect, or why you were disappointed and perhaps, a little relieved to see the space beside you empty.

He must have left.

You groaned when you remembered how hard you cried last night. You were never able to remember your nightmares. You only remembered the feelings it gave you- the helplessness, despair, longing, terror, and loneliness. But for the first time, you weren’t alone.

Seokjin was there.

And you didn’t know what to make of that.

You spent years forgetting him. You spent years without his overbearing influence in your life. And now he was back like an unstoppable force, leaving you confused and defenseless against him. You didn’t like it.

You sighed before deciding to finally do what you were sent here to do. You grabbed your phone and called your boss.

“You abandoned me,” you accused strongly once you heard his overtly cheerful voice. You sat up angrily and walked out of the room. It seemed that the owner himself wasn’t home with how silent the house was. Finally, you were alone. You felt like you hadn’t been alone since you returned and now that you were, you could gather your thoughts that were scattered because of him.

“Whatever do you mean, my favorite employee?”

“You told me everything was taken care of! How come no hotel was reserved for me?” You shot back, walking further to the kitchen uncaring of how you looked… or how little you were wearing. If it weren’t for his short sightedness, you wouldn’t be in this position. If it weren’t for him, you wouldn’t be confused by Seokjin. So yes, you were blaming your boss.

“What are you talking about? I really did book you! I wouldn’t leave my favorite employee homeless countries away from home!”

You rolled you eyes at his dramatics as you opened the refrigerator. You grabbed a bottle of water before gently closing the door. “Here I still have the confirmation email. I’m forwarding it to you now.”

You frowned as you read the email. He wasn’t lying. Was it the hotel management’s fault? Was it merely an oversight?

“Honey, unless someone cancelled your reservation, I don’t think your name should be missing from their list-“

Your steps halted when you met Jin’s cold eyes. You could still hear your boss talking over the phone, yet all your focus was on the man standing a few feet away from you. You didn’t know why you felt like hiding your phone, but the way he looked at you made it seemed like you should. The way he was looking at you made it seemed like you did something wrong.

You were right. He went out. He still had his coat on. In his hand were bags of groceries.

His dark eyes were focused on your phone.

“J-Jin,” you called him with a startled voice. And slowly, he dragged his eyes to yours. It was as though he was really seeing you for the first time, as though he was only returning to himself now. He blinked twice before losing the coldness in his demeanor.

It was like his brain short-circuited. He blinked slowly, his eyes raking to your exposed skin. Your exposed thighs were taunting him, making him lose his ever so-loving mind. His eyes strayed on your thin straps. The way your top fitted against your form made him feral. This didn’t bother him last night as his focus was solely on making sure you woke up from your horrible nightmare. All he cared about last night was your well-being.

But heavens, now he was hyperaware of you.

Now, it was a fair game.

Slowly, he dropped his groceries on the kitchen counter before sauntering to you. You eyes widened when you saw how serious he looked. Gone was the Jin that seemed cheerful whenever he was with his brothers.

Gone was the Jin that held you last night, and in his place was someone whose sole focus was to get you. You shivered when he reached you, his form so large and tall that you had to crane your neck just to look at him in obvious confusion.

Yet, all he did was to meet your eyes with his strong and dark ones. His slender fingers plucked your phone away from your ear and dropping the call before pocketing it.

“Jin, what are you doing?” You whispered, afraid that any sound you made would somehow trigger him further.

He leaned down to look at you, his dark hair perfectly framing his face. His large hand went to cup your cheek, caressing the smooth skin down to your neck. His eyes followed his movement, so transfixed with the way he was able to touch you now. Your skin was better than he ever imagined for years. Yet at the back of his mind, he was afraid that all of this would be gone in an instant.

He was terrified that you were just a dream. And that thought made him slid his hand around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His hold was strong, leaving you with no illusion that you could move away from his axis- not unless he willingly let you go. He thought that you and him had enough of space. In fact, you had years of space from him and he was through with it.

“Princess, what are you doing to me?” He whispered with his deep voice so closely to your ear, his hot breaths making you shivered from his proximity.

“I-I’m not doing anything-“

He smirked at you, “You are, princess.” Unbeknownst to you, you were both healing and destroying him at the same time. Seokjin didn’t know how this would end, but by heavens he was willing to see this through.

Princess, you could destroy him and he would willingly let you.

You watched him as he bit his plump lower lip as though in anticipation of touching yours. This was not the first time he kissed you- no. The memory of your first kiss with him when you were merely twelve and he was sixteen still lived in your mind. You had always thought that that memory was full of innocence and wander.

You gulped as Jin grasped your chin in his and gently tilted it. He was so close, his lips just a breath away from you. His other hand left your waist to run his fingers on your nape. And you swore you could feel his fingers shake as he touched you.

“You’re my peace, princess,” he whispered, looking intently at you with his dark eyes, willing you to understand that this was the only time he felt peace since you left.

Wishing that you understood that he could no longer return to the dark world you left him with, that this time they would have to pry his cold, dead fingers off of you, that he would die first before you could even separate from him.

You gulped from how serious he looked. And fuck, this was the last thing you needed. It hadn’t been a week since you came back and yet, it seemed as though he was bulldozing his way into your life. You couldn’t think with him around.

You couldn’t breathe.

“Jin, I-I-“

“Hyung!”

You jumped from the series of the sound of doorbell and the corresponding shouting of someone. And Jin must have been out of it because you were able to push him away from you with ease, his hands falling weakly on his sides. He was looking at you with unhidden want.

“I’ll get the door!” You announced too loudly before running to the door. You could feel your heart beating way faster than it should.

What the fuck was that?

Why did you freeze?

Your cheeks felt warm as you ran to the door. Fuck, you should finished your work here immediately. You feared that any second you stayed in his world would be detrimental to you. You opened your door just as the Jungkook was about to knock again when he met your eyes. You thought that his doe eyes couldn’t get any bigger, but they did when they looked at you. His mouth was agape as he took you in and you saw his cheeks and ears reddened considerably. “N-Noona-“

“Jungkook-“

You felt someone grabbed you from behind. Jin maneuvered you to his broad back, shielding you from Jungkook who couldn’t even look at you, his eyes shifting from anywhere but you, and to Yoongi.

“Oh no,” Yoongi said in a deadpanned voice, yet his eyes twinkled with interest and mischief. “Is this a bad time, hyung?”

It was a tense moment for Seokjin and an amusing one for Yoongi. They were having a staring contest in the living room sat in front of each other while Jungkook distracted himself with the in the kitchen, mumbling under his breathe how his hyung never bought him this kind of food despite begging him for years.

“What?” Seokjin finally broke the silence which made Yoongi flashed him his gummy smile. He made his only hyung cracked and it delighted him to no end.

He crossed his legs, getting more comfortable in the sofa. “She’s living here,” he noted in observation before shifting his eyes around the house. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but his hyung seemed to be more…at peace lately. It was as though he finally had what he was looking for. His laughters were more genuine, his eyes calmer, and the darkness that always seemed to be hidden from anyone dissipated.

“Yes.”

Yoongi nodded before spying your form emerging from the bedroom. You were now dressed and ready to start with your work, he presumed with the way you were carrying a notebook and your tablet. “And when is she leaving?”

Jin chuckled humorlessly before looking at Yoongi. And the look he gave Yoongi was unsettling. It was as though all emotions were sucked out from him, and all that was left was dark determination. “She’s never leaving me again, Yoongi,” he answered softly.

“Who’s never leaving?” You asked as soon as you were within earshot, your face clueless as you put on your coat.

Perhaps, what was more unsettling was how quickly Seokjin was able to change his facial expression. Gone was the man that disquieted Yoongi and in his place was the old Seokjin. He was smiling warmly as he turned to look at you. And Yoongi just knew- you were stuck. You didn’t stand a chance against this Jin.

“Jungkook, princess. He won’t leave our food alone,” he replied without missing a beat. How he was able to shift that quick, Yoongi would never know. “At this rate, we won’t have any food left for this week.”

“Oh,” you blinked owlishly before turning to look at the golden maknae. Sure enough, he was wolfing down on the groceries Seokjin recently bought. You rubbed your neck before turning to him, “Do you want me to take him out of your hands?”

“You really don’t mind?” You asked Jungkook for the third time. You eyed him as he drove expertly, one hand on the steering wheel and one hand resting on his side door. He smiled at you, “Not at all, noona! I know all the best places here in Seoul. All I ask is that you feed me.”

You smiled at the golden maknae. Yoongi, on the other hand, took one look at his only hyung before declaring that he was going to stay and do some work with Jin. The look Jin gave you as you left the house was one that you couldn’t decipher. And his parting words were one with too much meaning.

Jungkook was merrily skipping out of the house and you were following closely behind when Jin tugged your wrist.

“We’ll talk later, princess,” he whispered as he tucked your hair behind your ear. It was more than a reminder. To you, it seemed like a promise of something. “And you,” he looked over your head to Jungkook who turned to look at the two of you thoughtfully. “Don’t let her leave your sight.”

Something akin to seriousness passed by Jungkook’s face before flashing his hyung his signature smile. “I won’t, hyung.”

You were diligently typing in your tablet as you tasted the dishes Jungkook happily ordered. Speaking of the man, he was happily munching on the food. He really did know the best places to eat in Seoul.

“Can we switch jobs, noona?”

You chuckled before giving him your full attention, “Jungkook, I don’t think I can replace you in the group. For one, I don’t know how to dance.”

He seemed to consider that for a moment before pouting at you. “But your job is so interesting! How did you get into this industry?”

As soon as he learned that one of your responsibilities was to research culture and food, he suddenly perked up. You were responsible on searching for restaurants that would make it big to America. It just so happened that what was standing between you and your well-deserved promotion was this assignment.

“I guess…it stemmed from my childhood.”

“You grew up in Korea, right? Where?”

“Gwacheon.”

He blinked slowly, “That’s Jin hyung’s hometown.”

“Yes,” you chuckled at his confused expression before putting more food in his plate. “We were childhood friends.”

Jungkook picked up his phone excitedly before putting in his ear. “Hyung, they’re childhood friends!”

The fourth place you visited was, in your opinion, the best. The restaurant just had the vibe to it that was hard to replicated. The color scheme, the decorations, and the servers were all very intentional.

Additionally, it wasn’t as pricey as you initially thought.

“Oh my God,” you said in appreciation as you tasted their dishes. “I have to talk to the owner.”

Jungkook chuckled, watching you eat with much gusto. “You’re talking to one of them now.”

“What?”

“We own the place. All seven of us,” a voice behind you announce. Before you could even turn around, he was already sitting beside you. “So, you were childhood friends with our hyung? Tell us what he was like!”

Taehyung was flashing you his boxy smile as he put all his attention on you. “What made him the way he was now?”

What made him merely exist as though he was just going though motions until they saw you with him, Taehyung thought.

“Here’s your coffee,” a polite voice suddenly announced beside you. And when you turned to thank him, you came face to face with the last maknae, Jimin, who was smiling at you.

“You’re all here,” you noted before turning to look accusingly at Jungkook who had the heart to smile sheepishly at you. For someone who had such a muscular body, he did sure look like an image of innocence. “You called them.”

“Yes,” he answered while looking down at his food guiltily.

“After I fed you.”

“I’m sorry?” He apologized unsurely.

Jimin sat beside the pouting maknae, flashing you his signature smile that made it seemed like he knew more than he let on. “Come on, Y/N. Forgive our Kookie. We were just curious about…well. You.”

“W-why?”

“Well…honey, you came out of nowhere. And suddenly, our hyung is…different. In a good kind of way,” Taehyung explained slowly, his dark eyes shining with curiosity.

You didn’t know what they meant. How was you being back in Korea made him different?

You regarded the three equally attractive men in front of you who were all waiting with bated breath on your decision. You smiled at them, specifically to Jungkook who seemed to have a soft spot for you. “I’ll forgive you..if you’ll pay for this meal.”

He suddenly quipped up to that, his grin so wide as he nodded his head eagerly. “I will pay for this meal and I will even vote yes to your proposal.”

Your eyebrow raised at that. What he was saying was even better. You turned to look at Jimin and Taehyung, waiting for them.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, “Fine. We’ll vote yes, too.”

“But you have to convince Jin more. He has the biggest share, after all.”

It turned out that the seven men all had businesses in different industries. Food chain for Seokjin, Fitness industry for Jungkook, Fashion for Taehyung, Arts for Namjoon, Music for Yoongi, Dance studios for Hobi and Jimin. Apparently, they all owned them secretly and the member who had most interest in the industry would have the most share. You thought it was a genius move for them.

Was your promotion more important to you than keeping your life before with Seokjin a secret from his brothers? The answer was yes. Your promotion was important because promotion meant more money and it would cement your life in America more.

“Fine. What do you want to know?”

The three men was listening to you eagerly, loving the crumbs of their hyung’s childhood life. “No way! Jin really did that? He’s so cool!” Jimin said in amazement when he heard how Jin used to fight your bullies for you.

“I guess, he just love taking care of people. He has this instinct to take people under his wings. More so those who are younger than him,” you said before shrugging your shoulders.

“You two were so close,” Taehyung noted before his brows furrowed.

You nodded in agreement. “I guess we were pretty close.”

“So why then did we not know about you?” Taehyung asked in his usual straightforward manner. He had his body turned to you, his elbow that was on the table was supporting on his head.

“Tae! That’s not a polite thing to ask!” Jimin reprimanded his age-mate from across the table, smiling apologetically at you.

You blinked slowly before looking down at your drink. So he never did once talk about you, huh, you thought. That was fine. Why would he want to talk about you when you dodge all his calls and messages, when you returned all the gifts he sent to you, when you never touched all the money he kept on sending you over the years in your bank account.

Why would he want to talk about you when you ghosted him?

“It’s fine. We..I-“ you paused, never knowing how to approach this subject. How could you tell them that you left him? That you just…stopped existing in his life?

How would one even talk about that?

“I had to move away when I was sixteen. I think that was around the time he also became a trainee? Didn’t he move to your dorm back then?”

Jungkook nodded before looking at you with his doe eyes. “Right, noona. But he didn’t move to the dorm right away. He still lived with his parents. His parents, specifically his mother, worried about him a lot.”

You cocked your head to the side in confusion. Why would his mother worry about him when she trusted Jin’s decision too much? If you remembered correctly, the Kim family valued independence.

So…what happened?

“Yes, I remember. He had to go home everyday after training,” Jimin added in a thoughtful manner.

“Really?”

He nodded his head, “I think our Jin hyung was sick that time. But after a year, he moved to our dorm. He got better, I guess.”

Taehyung watched you carefully, his mind taking note of your expression. There was something more to it, he thought. And he was just too curious for his own good.

“Shit. He looked angry,” Jimin stated as Taehyung drove the car slowly to Jin’s driveway. The mentioned man was standing outside in the dark with his hands in his pocket and his jaw in a tight clench. He was watching the car move so impossibly slow as though the maknaes wanted to prolong meeting his wrath.

Sitting in front was Jimin as Taehyung drove the car. Jungkook was in a food coma that he dozed off as soon as the four of you entered the car, while you were still awake and taking notes of all the restaurants you visited.

Yet, as soon as you entered Jin’s premises, you were all too hyperaware of what transpired between the two of you…and your almost kiss.

You took one look at Jin’s face before wincing. “Yes. That’s his angry face.”

But no matter how slow Taehyung drove, he couldn’t avoid arriving at where Jin was standing.

“It’s late,” Jin said in a hard voice, his eyes focused on his members in apparent disapproval.

Jimin flashed him his angelic smile before opening your door. “But we brought her back in one piece?” He said sheepishly as though it would make up for the time he didn’t have you in his sight.

As though it would make up for the uneasiness he had been feeling in his heart ever since you walked out the door. And he didn’t hide it well that Yoongi didn’t leave him alone. He told him that you were coming back when he noticed how uneasy his hyung was becoming when it was late at night and you still weren’t where you were supposed to be.

He didn’t believe him because you once said you were coming back. And you didn’t.

What if you didn’t come back now?

What if you left again?

What if you managed to escape from Jungkook?

What if he couldn’t find you again?

Seokjin was apparently close to having a breakdown that Yoongi forego all his schedule for that day. In fact, the sleepy man walked out of the door, clapping his hand on Jin’s broad shoulder once before going in the car.

Seokjin gently took you from Jimin, his hand splayed on the small of your back as he lead you inside his house. His silence was agonizing that you looked behind you to see him already looking at you. He looked…a little bit pale for your liking and his hand behind your back was shaking a little.

“It’s not their fault. We just visited a lot of places,” you said in a small voice. Jin opened the door and let you inside.

“It’s fine. You’re home now,” he replied in a strong voice. And before you could walked any farther from him, he tugged your wrist and pinned you gently against the wall. And then he was kissing you.

“Oppaaaaaa!” You called him as he retreated away from you.

All night, the sixteen year-old Seokjin was ignoring you. And you hated it. Wasn’t this supposed to be your twelfth birthday party? Why then was he being a party pooper? He was in a harsh mood ever since he walked in to your friends talking. And now that it was just you and his family, he still didn’t look at you.

You were now straight on running as you saw him nearing your gates when he suddenly stopped, making you crash against his back.

“What?” He asked in a cold voice. The darkness of the night was illuminated merely by a few scattered garden lights your father was fond of. The darkness accentuated his sour mood as he looked down at you, his lips in a pout.

“Why are you so mad?”

He rolled his eyes, “I don’t know, princess. Maybe ask James.”

Shit, he heard you gossiping to your friends. James was your new classmate. It was a year before Jin had you moved to an all-girls school. Strangely, and to be honest, quite exhilarating to a twelve-year old girl, you found out that James had a crush on you. To the young you, being someone’s crush was exciting.

You blushing under his watchful eyes manages to make him even more irritated. “So you do like him!” He said accusingly.

“N-No?”

“Unbelievable,” Jin muttered under his breath. He thought you only had eyes for him. How come another man was stealing your attention from him? “I’m going to tell your father about this!”

“JIN!” You called him in panic when he started walking back to the house with his large strides. You weren’t going to catch up to him, you thought. “Oppa!” You called for him again, running with full force and when he still didn’t stop, you screamed at him.

And that got his attention. He turned to look at you just when you foolishly decided to jump on him. You thought you would hit the ground, but he was quicker. He managed to maneuver his body so you would land on him instead of the hard ground.

But what he didn’t anticipate was your lips landing on his.

Hiraeth IV

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed, Episode 39 Part 3

(Masterpost) (Pinboard) (whole thing on AO3)

Warning! Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!

Days of Future Past

After they leave Yi City, the gang comes to a proper town where there is a lantern festival going on, or else it's just a town that is really nuts about lanterns.

The juniors go shopping, looking at random trinkets, cell-phone cases, sunglasses, and electric toys that will break as soon as you get them home. Wait, that's my local mall I'm thinking of. But it's the same idea, pretty much.

Judging by the dream catchers hanging up on the right, this particular Ancient-China kiosk is owned by a traveling Ojibwe person.

Sizhui experiences a callback to symbolism from the past as he looks at an array of toy insects.

Jin Ling toy shames him, and Lan Jingyi comes to his defense.

Toys are for every age, people. Even if you outgrow one style of play, there's a lot of ways to enjoy toys, including tucking them in your robe and pulling them out to look at them whenever you have a memory cascade.

When Sizhui was young, he looked at toys with Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian didn't give him the toys, however, because "asking is asking, buying is buying." For Wei Wuxian, there was always a vast chasm between what he wanted and what he could actually have. Lan Wangji, of course, promptly gave A-Yuan toys, including a version of this grass butterfly.

The last time we saw A-Yuan with the butterfly is the last time A-Yuan saw Wei Wuxian. WWX frightened him and he dropped his butterfly, and everything went to shit after that. So I think it's fair to say the butterfly symbolizes some stuff.

(More after the cut!)

Jingyi points out to Sizhui that they have all of this same stuff at home in Gusu, which is what happens in a franchise-based retail economy.

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian enter the market together, but Wei Wuxian quickly runs ahead, enjoying the energy and the sights. Grown-up Lan Wangji, unlike his younger self, seems perfectly comfortable in this crowded and busy environment.

Lan Wangji pauses at a seller's stall to experience his own callback to the past, as he contemplates a lantern with rabbits on it.

Here the show the show restrains itself and does not show us a flashback to the rabbit lantern of the past. That's ok, though; the first lantern scene is one of the most memorable in the show, so we can just replay it in our heads.

Back then, Wei Wuxian made a special lantern for Lan Wangji, and they released it together. That was the first time we saw Lan Wangji smile, and it's also when Wei Wuxian's pledge of chivalry turned their mutual interest/attraction into something much deeper.

While Lan Wangji and Lan Sizhui are contemplating lost things from the past (sky lanterns, by their nature, are losses, but in a nice way), Wei Wuxian is confronting one of his own losses.

He sees a little kid running to a vendor, and his mind's eye sees A-Yuan.

Lan Wangji sees Wei Wuxian's reaction to the child, and he stops looking at the lantern to watch Wei Wuxian instead.

When Wei Wuxian realizes that the child is not, in fact, A-Yuan, the air goes out of him.

Is it too cruel of me to point out that while Wei Wuxian's heart is breaking from realizing that A-Yuan could not possibly be shopping for toys in this market, the real A-Yuan, Lan Sizhui, actually is shopping for toys in this market?

Wei Wuxian allows himself to feel things, for a moment--and when he turns around and sees Lan Wangji watching him, he doesn't immediately paste a fake smile onto his face, which is some kind of relationship growth.

Lan Wangji takes this opportunity to say "hey, Wei Ying, I forgot to mention that A-Yuan isn't dead."

Ha ha ha ha ha of course he doesn't say that. He's waiting for the right moment to share this information, and Lan Wangji has no idea what constitutes a right moment for verbalizing anything. If he can't use his sword to communicate his devotion or his disappointment, he's in a pickle.

Also, Lan Wangji is aware of the popular Wuxia trope of "lone survivor of a massacred clan grows up to seek revenge," and the rules say you can't reveal the survivor's identity until they have gotten a job as the bodyguard and/or concubine of their enemy's innocent heir. Sizhui has made a good start by befriending Jin Ling, but he's not showing much inclination to revenge, so Lan Wangji is stuck for now.

Like a Lantern in the Dark

When Wei Wuxian sees the lantern next to Lan Wangji, he breaks into a genuine, sunny smile, and runs up to very gently tease LWJ about it.

Like a lantern in the dark, Follow on now, follow your heart

Back then the lantern had a single rabbit, and was a gift from Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji said he's used to doing things alone, and Wei Wuxian said that he can change. This rabbit lantern has two rabbits, and is about to be a gift from Lan Wangji to Wei Wuxian. Because Lan Wangji has changed.

"Lan Zhan, let's buy it"

Wei Wuxian has also changed. He asks for what he wants, instead of just wishing, and is delighted when Lan Wangji gives it to him. The lantern, people. Lan Wangji gives the lantern to him.

They take the lantern together, walk with it together, and immediately give it to (their son) Sizhui, telling him to take good care of it. Sizhui is confused but Jingyi knows what's up. Look how happy he is that his favorite teacher has a boyfriend.

I'm pretty sure ceremonial lantern-giving is going to be incorporated into Gusu weddings from now on, at least weddings where there is already a kid who needs a special role in the ceremony.

Brotherly

The kids tell Lan Wangji that Zewu-Jun is here to see him, and Lan Wangji makes this face:

Holy fuck, what is going on between the Lan brothers? It occurs to me that we haven't seen them together since Wei Wuxian came back to life. They were close, in the before times, but 33 lashes and 3 years of forced seclusion might have changed things.

Wei Wuxian gets back into his mask, and they go and show the sword spirit to Lan Xichen. Lan Xichen...absorbs it...into his body? What is actually happening here?

I mean, it looks cool, but that can't be healthy.

Now that Nie Mingjue's body has been - mostly - found, his fears are confirmed. He says that Nie Mingjue qi-deviated in public and "all his veins were broken," which I'm pretty sure should actually be translated "all his meridians were broken." Meridians are what carry your qi around your body. After that happened, nobody knew what happened to him and/or his body.

So he's sad about this, but not shocked. I feel like Lan Xichen maybe could have tried harder to find out what happened, but he never was as stubborn as Lan Wangji.

You Don't Know Him Like I Do

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji point out that Jin Guangyao is the obvious suspect in the current situation, but Lan Xichen doesn't want to hear it; he literally turns his back on them while he explains all the reasons Jin Guangyao couldn't be the person who's in control of the Yin tiger seal.

Lan Wangji is hard to read in this conversation; he lets Wei Wuxian do the talking. But he seems deeply suspicious of Jin Guangyao, and is maybe kinda resigned to his brother refusing to hear him.

I wonder how many sketchy things Lan Xichen has forgiven, over the years? How many does Lan Wangji know about?

"He wouldn't do that"

Lan Xichen's statement here is a direct parallel to Lan Wangji's statement way back in epsiode 21, which is the last time we saw the brothers talking about anything besides battle strategy.

Back then, Lan Xichen asked about the deaths at the supervisory office - you know, all those people who killed themselves in horrible ways and/or were killed by vengeful spirits. He wanted to know if WWX killed them using Yin Iron. Lan Wangji said nope, not my sweetie, he sure didn't.

"He wouldn't do anything like that."

Same framing, same camera angle, same blocking. Same message: the one I love would not do bad things using Yin iron. But - here's the thing - Lan Wangji was flat-out lying in that earlier conversation. He saw Wei Wuxian doing forbidden stuff and got in a huge-ass fight with him about it, only to deny it to his brother.

Parallels being what they are in this show, I think this is a strong suggestion that Lan Xichen is knowingly lying in the current conversation.

If we look back at that previous conversation, when Lan Wangji asked Lan Xichen "how can we understand someone's heart?" Lan Xichen gave a surprising answer.

"When looking at someone, you[...]shouldn't use a clear right or wrong, black or white to judge them. What matters is what their heart believes in."

When this conversation happened, it seemed that he was giving Lan Wangji advice about his Wei Wuxian situation, but in retrospect, I think he was thinking about Meng Yao, who had recently murdered a guy and defected to the Wen clan.

In the present moment, I think Lan Xichen knows that Jin Guangyao is sketchy, but he also believes there are some lines his friend won't cross. (He doesn't know yet about the fratricide, patricide, and filicide, or the massacre of the sex workers in the brothel where JGY grew up.) I don't think any of these guys really believes that "Yin iron" is one of those uncrossable lines.

The conversation is interrupted by the juniors having a loud argument inside about whether Wei Wuxian is The Worst, or merely bad. Lan Sizhui started this by very very mildly defending demonic cultivators. Jin Ling is super upset, because of the whole "Wei Wuxian killed my dad" and "Uncle Jiang Cheng frequently reminds me to kill people like Wei Wuxian and feed them to my dog" situation.

Lan Wangji immediately drops the important conversation he is having to go inside and deal with the more important problem of a child talking shit about his boyfriend.

Busted

The moment that Lan Wangji goes inside, Lan Xichen addresses Wei Wuxian by name, letting him know that he's recognized him. Watching him fondle his untouchable didi's shoulder might have been a clue. Wei Wuxian is alarmed but makes a quick recovery.

Lan Xichen is surprisingly kind to Wei Wuxian at the same time as being extremely extremely wary of him. He's not pleased to see him, and Wei Wuxian's 1000 watt smile and apparently genuine pleasure in greeting him properly receives a chilly response.

Wei Wuxian gently asks Lan Xichen to think about what they've discussed, but he doesn't press. He gives him time and space to think. In a way, Wei Wuxian is better at handling Lan Xichen than Lan Wangji is; Lan Wangji's stubbornness makes him inclined to push. Wei Wuxian is better at fitting his tactics to the situation.

He says his bit and then leaves Lan Xichen to think things over in peace.

Soundtrack: Follow the Heart by Yaima

#restless rewatch: the untamed #lan xichen #lan wangji #lanterns #twin prides #canary3d-original #the untamed gifs #the untamed #ep39

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bonbonchocolates · 5 months

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Bad Boy's Obsession

Yandere Taehyung x Reader

Summary: When the bad boy of your school develops a crush on you.....

Warnings: yandere tae, obsessive behaviour, obsession at first sight, non-con, smut (not descriptive)

A/N: Again originally from my Wattpad account. I hope you like it and if you do please leave a like.

Masterlist

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Y/N's POV:

I and my family recently moved from Gwacheon to Daegu due to my father's job purpose. It has been a week since we moved here and in this one week, we unpacked our stuff and decorated our new house. It was mostly me and my elder brother who did the decoration as my dad has to go to his job and my mom was busy making friends with our new neighbours most of the time. After a lot of hard work we were finally able to decorate the house.

I still didn't get time to explore Daegu but I really like the the neighbourhood. The neighbours we have are very kind and friendly. I really hoped all the people in this city should be like them but I know it's not possible.

There was a boy who lived in the house right in front of mine. He was around your age. He is really very cute. Maybe I am falling for him.

What am I even thinking?

Just yesterday I was at my window when I saw him outside his house. My heart fluttered and I was busy staring at him until he caught me staring. He smiled at me.

Oh that smile, I can die for it.

What am I thinking again?

My cheeks turned red and I was embarrassed. I quickly looked away from him.

I was lost in my thoughts and didn't realise how late I was getting for my first day of high school until my mom called my name.

After realising that I was getting late, I dressed up, ate breakfast and quickly left for school.

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My father dropped me to school and I was now standing in front of the school's gate. I just hoped that everyone in the school were as kind and helpful as the people in our neighborhood. But we don't get what we hope for. With that I entered the school campus. I asked a few students where the office was. I got my time table and by a lot of struggles I found my class.

When I entered the class everyone's eyes were on me. I just felt like to disappear from there. I scanned the whole class and finally found an empty seat at the corner. I quickly went there and sat down.

After a few minutes to the teacher entered the classroom. He firstly greeted us and instructed us to take out our book and notebook. It was our maths class.

Boring, right?

No.

Actually I love maths.

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Time Skip (I'm lazy lol 😂):

It was finally time to go home. I was waiting outside the campus, waiting for my dad or my oppa to pick me up.

The day went on full swing. I even made a new friend, her name was Yoorim. She is amazing, if I were a boy I would probably date her.

Today I was the centre of attention. Each and every one had their eyes on me. I guess they were captivated by my beauty.

I'm World Wide Beautiful afterall.

Though everyone had their eyes on me, one boy stood out. The stares he gave me were creeping me out. By his looks I assumed that he was a senior. He was totally covered with tattoos. He really gave a bad boy vibe to me but he was undoubtedly handsome and good looking. Under different circumstances I would have fallen for him.

But no.

I don't want to fall for him because a feeling inside me was begging me to stay away from him. I also inquired Yoorim about him. She told me to maintain your distance from him because he was the popular Bad Boy of our school.

I was busy in my thoughts when I suddenly heard a honk of a car.

"Are you coming or not?"

Shouted my brother.

"Coming, Jin Oppa"

I quickly went and sat in the passenger seat beside my brother. He then started the engine and we both headed on our way back to home.

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Unknown POV:

It was recess time, I was heading towards the canteen when I saw my friends staring at something, particularly staring at someone. When I followed to where they were staring my heart stopped.

It was a really beautiful girl, she looked like an angel. I never believed in love at the first sight until I saw her. In a few seconds I was madly in love with her.

I wanted her to be mine. I wanted to hide her from the rest of the world. I wanted to be the only person to admire her beauty.

"Soon"

I whispered to myself before my lips curved into a smirk.

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Time Skip (Again, I'm lazy lol😂):

Y/N POV:

Life went on smoothly and I was really happy with my life. In school I gained a lot of popularity because of my beauty. I made a lot of new friends in this two months but still Yoorim is my bestie.

The boy who lives right in front of our house, whom I mentioned before. He and I got really close and now we were pretty good friends.

But still there was a problem.

It was the one and only Bad Boy of our school. Recently I discovered that his name was Kim Taehyung. He is the son of one of the leading businessmen in the world.Each and every day was the same with him. He always stares at me with the same eyes filled with lust, hunger, love-

I couldn't figure out what.

At first I used to ignore him but now it is getting out of hands. He was present

everywhere you go. Nowadays you even spotted him in your neighborhood with his group of friends. At first I thought it was a coincidence but now I was damn sure it is not just a coincidence.

But I can't do anything because he belongs to a powerful family and above that he was hella rich. I can't even tell my parents or my oppa about it because they would really get worried about it and they are already stressed with their lives. You don't want to give them more stress.

Excect this Bad Boy thing everything was fine. I don't worry about Taehyung because I don't think he would do something to me-

Right?

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It was another day of school. Today you were pretty excited because it was Yoorim's birthday today.

While reaching school you quickly stared your mission on searching for Yoorim. But she was nowhere to be seen. After a few minutes of searching you finally found Yoorim. She was near her locker. Her back was facing you.

You slowly went to her and backhugged her.

"Happy Birthday Yoorim!"

You wished her and broke the hug.

She then turned back, now facing you. She hugged you back again.

"Thanks Y/N"

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Time Skip:

It was recess time, me and Aisha were heading to the canteen while talking about random things. When I heard someone calling my name. I turned back and found San there.

"Hi"

I greeted him and were about to turn back when someone held my right wrist. I looked back and saw it was San. I personally didn't like him because he was really annoying.

"Y/N why don't you become my girlfriend?"

He asked.

Again the same question. Maybe it was the hundredth time he asked me the same question. When I said my life is perfect, I excluded people like him.

"San leave me. I said before that I don't want to be your girlfriend. I'm not interested to be in a relationship right now."

"Y/N please"

He pleaded to me while tightening his grip on your hand.

"San leave Y/N. She already made it clear that she doesn't like you. "

Yoorim said while trying to free my hand from San's grip.

"Y/N li-"

He couldn't complete his sentence when he met with a punch on his face. His grip on your wrist loosened and he stumbled backwards.

I looked at the person who punched San and it was none other than

Kim Taehyung.

His eyes were red in anger. It seemed like he is about to murder San. I have never seen him this angry before.

"HOW DARE YOU TOUCH WHAT'S MINE?"

Taehyung growled.

Wha-

What is he saying? I'm are not his. Infact I don't belong to anyone.

Taehyung was once again about to punch San, when his friends arrived and held him. San's friends also arrived and picked San up from the floor.

"I'll see you."

San threatened Taehyung before leaving from there.

I turned to Yoorim and found her looking at the whole scene unfolding with wide eyes. I quickly held her hand and dragged her from there. Everyone gathered there.

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Right now we were having dinner and I couldn't focus on anything. The incident that took place in our school kept flashing on my mind.

"HOW DARE YOU TOUCH WHAT'S MINE?"

His words were ringing in my head. It didn't fail to give me goosebumps. What did he mean by that?

"Sweetie, don't you like the food?"

My mother asked when she saw that I was not eating my food.

"No Eomma, I love it."

I said.

"Then eat fast. Don't sit idle."

Jin Oppa seemed that something was off with me but still he decided not to ask me about it in front of our parents.

After a few minutes I was done with my eating.

"I'm done."

I announced, before quickly heading to my room.

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It was almost midnight when I felt someone's presence above. I quickly opened my eyes and found Taehyung sitting on my bed, his eyes were on me. It seemed that he was admiring me, with eyes full of lov-

"Taehyung, what are you doing here?"

"Shh sweetheart let me admire you."

He said before climbing on top of me. I tried to push him with all my strength but failed because he was too strong. Having no options left I called for my family.

"Omma, Appa, Jin Oppa, HELP!"

I yelled so that they could hear me.

"Shh sweetheart, don't shout no one is coming to help you. No one can save you from this monster. Let me have you."

With that he pressed his lips on mine and kissed me passionately.

In a moment we were both naked on my bed, with him inside me, pounding in me. The pain was too much to handle. He was moaning in pleasure while I was crying in helplessness.

"Mine, Forever."

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Borahae 💜

#yandere taehyung #yandere #yandere bts #yandere taehyung x reader #taehyung x reader #taehyung

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starsurface · 2 months

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Hii um I really like your blog I've seen a few awesome posts so um sorry I was wondering do you have any headcannons for Takeda ? I really like takeda ! Also hope you're doing well

Oh my goodness I love the Kombat Kids!!!! They're all my favorite characters, I love them so much!!!! <3 (We're gonna make Frost a Kombat Kid too, she should have been one)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Regressor Takeda Takahashi Hcs

🏵 Regresses to about 2-7

🏵 Normally about a toddler headspace

🏵 But can go bigger or smaller depending on his day (has one of the biggest age ranges out of all his friends)

🏵 Clingy baby, constantly wants your attention

🏵 And asks a million question

🏵 What are you doing? Oh, boring big kid work? Can he help? Well why cant he help? He's smart enough!! Oh, it's really important big kid work? Well can he work beside you?

🏵 His ‘work’ is coloring, it's a tough like our here at four years old :(

🏵 Really likes coloring and making you pretty pictures :3

🏵 He's very proud of his pictures too!! (And he'll usually have you choose what he colors he uses)

🏵 If you put his pictures on the fridge, he'll get all giggly and blushy (and embarrassed when he's bigger because the entire Special Forces can see it on the fridge)

🏵 Has rarely ever regressed at work but has regressed quite often because of work

🏵 It's stressful, he's gonna do this, do that, beat this guy up, travel through a thick forest

🏵 The first time he regressed at work it was because Sonya kicked him a bit too hard and in a really mean voice told him to get up or quit

🏵 Usually it's a banter she has with the Kombat Kids, but he was already having a super stressful day and it kinda broke him :(

🏵 Don't worry, Johnny took him to the side to play and get patched up while the others got their training done, and Sonya said she was sorry

🏵 He's has a close few times where he's almost slipped during training, but usually ends up regressing during end of the day paperwork and his shifts almost done

🏵 Very much a go with the flow guy

🏵 He'll want your opinion on everything!!

🏵 What does he want for dinner? No, what do WE want for dinner? :D (he'd prefer Mac and cheese though)

🏵 Is NOT allowed to touch his weapons while small, but he wasn't the one who had the incident that established that rule

🏵 He did, however, prompt Jin on to use his bow to shoot an apple (it went incredibly poorly, thankfully no one got hurt)

🏵 Most preferred punishment is the naughty step because he feels too silly standing in the corner

🏵 (^ Will sit in a chair in the corner though, just not when its facing the corner)

🏵 Also, you've gotta be in the room when he's actively doing his punishment

🏵 And any attempt to leave the room will cause his immense stress

🏵 You know when I mention he's a clingy baby? He has a constant fear that your going to leave him too

🏵 (I think Kenshi did the best thing he knew to do at the moment, but should have kept somewhat in touch before coming back and trying to act like Dad)

🏵 On days this fear gets super bad, he'll cling to you like you'll turn into dust at any moment

🏵 Getting incredibly fussy when you have to even just leave the room

🏵 His relationship with Kenshi is . . . iffy, but not as bad as it use to be

🏵 His father figure is Hanzo, but he's grown to see Kenshi as a second fatherish or uncle like figure (close but never quite that father son bond)

🏵 Kenshi is actively trying to fix that bond, but also understands it'll never fully be there

🏵 Takeda never celebrated Father's Day until he was about 21 and when he was little, he made both Hanzo and Kenshi really messy picture drawings and those drawing have been framed and hung on their walls

🏵 Has had moments where he's clinged to Kenshi sobbing while being small, but only on really bad days

🏵 Kenshi and Hanzo are also in full support of this coping mechanism

🏵 Takeda isn't a rule breaker usually, but can lose common sense sometimes

🏵 Really the thought process of “We could bake these cookies at 350 for 6 minutes . . . Or at 700 for 2 minutes!! :D”

🏵 . . . Don't let him near a stove while small

🏵 Whenever he does break a rule, it's usually an accident and he never really means to

🏵 Borderline leash kid when he's regressed in public

🏵 Will wall off because he saw something interesting, but then wonder where you are and why your not following after a few steps

🏵 Just make sure to hold his hand, he'll be much less prone to just immediately wall off, and will instead try to drag you or tug on your sleeve excitedly

🏵 Not exactly a biter . . . But also not not a biter

🏵 He finds your reaction funny >:3

🏵 Will never bite hard though!! Only soft noms

🏵 If you really want him to stop, but I'm that one episode of Yo-Gabba-Gabba where the entire lesson is about not biting your friends, even if it seems fun

🏵 Likes TV, but likes older things (Shirai Ryu technology is outdated and has only recently got caught up)

🏵 Likes old shows like Rugrats (will play Reptuar while watching it) or Golden Girls (big or small, it's secretly a favorite of his)

🏵 Naptime with him is quite easy, you've just gotta convince him that he wants naptime

🏵 Again, very chill regressor, so if he doesn't wanna go to bed yet, just tell him that his body's getting all sleepy and it needs to go ni ni!!

🏵 Almost every single time, this explanation is good enough for him

🏵 Very rarely you'll ever have to put on a five minute timer so he can play a bit more

🏵 However, if you don't watch the time, he'll stay up playing until 2 AM

🏵 If you believe bedtime is a social construct and is silly, then y'all get to hang out until the sun rises!! :D (and pass out as soon as 6 AM hits)

🏵 Although if you gently remind him of the time, he'll get all surprised and fussy because he honestly didn't realize!!! Please don't get too upset with him, he was just playing with his dinosaurs :(

🏵 Main CGs are you or Jacqui

🏵 Will show his appreciation to you by making you pictures or other crafts

🏵 Or helping you out!! He'll put the clothes into the laundry, just tell him what buttons to press!! :D

🏵 Little lost puppy over here will follow you around everywhere while small, you don't have personal space (unless you ask for it) it's OUR personal space

🏵 Likes being babysat, although would prefer you

🏵 But that isn't fair because Cassie gives him extra candy and Jin let's him break rules

🏵 Frost has never babysat him, but she's a lot nicer around him when he's tiny

🏵 ^ However, she does take her title of Big Sissy very seriously and will secretly give Takeda stuff (candy, a new plushie, etc)

🏵 Loves any and all nicknames you give him!!!

🏵 Baby Boy, Sweet Thing, Rascal, Squirt, Little One, Sweetheart

🏵 ^ Those are just a few, but he'd melt at anything you said to him

🏵 Would giggle if you called him a brat (but you have to not actually mean it)

🏵 If you actually mean it, he'll start crying

🏵 Baby over here has some pretty big emotions

🏵 Also a very giggle baby (sleep deprived regressed Takeda can giggle for hours on end)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Stop, I have so many more just of him, he's one of my favorites. 🥺

#age regression #agere #sfw age regression #age regression headcanons #mortal kombat agere #sfw agere #mk agere #mk11 #mk11 headcanons #mortal kombat 11 headcanons #mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat x #mkx #takeda takahashi x reader #takeda takahashi #little takeda #regressor takeda

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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Prey: Cold Waters

In which Jungkook dreams- of warmth, love, and the soft comfort of safety. The only issue? Louri never dream without reason.

Tags/Warnings: Alien!Jungkook, vomiting (briefly mentioned), blood (teeny tiny injury), protective!koo, dead dove do not eat, major angst, fluff

Story length: mid

All content can be found under the Tag #Prey

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He's surrounded by white.

There's a certain smell around him, soft and gentle, covering him in a comfort he doesn't remember ever feeling. He's a Louri after all- raised to be bold and brave, not soft and vulnerable. His kind survived and thrived because they've embraced their instincts while moving forward with the course of time. But for all of the change and growth, there's been sacrifices;

Nurturing traditions like family and children have long become uninteresting and undesirable for Louri people. Seen as a hassle and burden, it's become a problem, a hindrance in career and sucess- resulting in biology changing to the point of conceiving a child being impossible without medical assistance, and less Louri passing the compatibility tests nowadays.

Even worse: more and more have been diagnosed as infertile.

Therefore, a lot of traditions have been lost to time- unseen for years and generations. Other things have become so rare they've just been completely forgotten- so when Jungkook walks around in the lands of dreams, he's unsure what exactly is going on.

All he knows is that he doesn't ever want to leave where he is.

Or does he? Isn't something missing?

There's a trace of your scent around him, but he doesn't know where you are. He can't see you, or anything really- all he knows is there's a weight in his arms, too small to be you.

"...kook? Hey, Jungkookie?"

He hears you call out to him, distant, but it's there. Looking around, he can't see past the fog surrounding him, thick clouds making it impossible to spot anything further away than an arms length. He wants to call your name- but he stays silent, lips sealed shut.

"hey, Jungkook?"

You're a little louder, but still not quite there. He feels like his body starts to weigh more again, as if he's growing aware of his limbs again, when the scene darkens and his consciousness returns.

His eyes flutter open, suddenly looking into your face, smiling softly at him, faint sound of traffic being heard from outside the opened window. The fog is gone, everything saturated in the colors of reality, familiar surroundings back again. "wow, you slept for ages." you giggle, before pecking his lips and leaving the bedroom. "I made you your favourite- I hope your stomachache has gotten better!" you call out, while he sits up in bed.

Did he.. Dream?

He's heard about dreams before, from a friend of Yoongi's, and he knows from you that humans dream fairly frequently, but he himself has never experienced it. It must've been what it was, but why did he dream? He should call Jin about it.

Because this has been the second time now.

"Huh? Where are you going?" You wonder, as Jungkook simply kisses the side of your neck, before he puts on his shoes to walk towards the door.

"Nothing, I just forgot about something. I'll be back as quick as I can though!" He calls out before hurrying out the door-

Leaving you confused.

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Blood is taken. Tested. Results are read.

Seokjin checks them twice. Then once more. But there's nothing wrong with any of it. The results are clear, they're honestly textbook-worthy. They're exactly what one would expect them to look like in a situation like this.

Jin doesn't need to test you. There's no reason for it. Jungkook is a faithful mate, never even glancing into someone else's direction. And his blood, everything about him, shows the first signs of fatherhood.

He's changing, dreaming, because he's created a new life. His body is waiting, expecting, preparing.

And as soon as Jungkook is told the news, he's running out the room, barging into the bathroom close by, clinging onto the toilet as he heaves whatever leftovers he's still got in his stomach, before he somehow collects himself enough to splash some cold water in his face, trying to get himself together.

He's still in shock.

Jungkook hasn't ever seen himself like this.

The mirror shows a reflection of someone that looks like him- but strangely doesn't feel like it's him. Pupils blown wide, roots of his hair longer and unfamiliar in their deep black color, his face just as disbelieving as he himself. The splash of cold water did nothing to wake him up it seems.

A knock on the door makes him turn around- fearfully and more or less making him jump at the sudden sound, but Jin seems understanding as he sighs. "I know it's hard." he tells the younger Louri.

"Why is this happening to me?" Jungkook asks, voice trembling. "Why.. Us?" he almost whispers.

"I don't know." Seokjin sighs empathetically, a hand on the younger one's neck as a sign of comfort. "But I'll be with you until the end." he says, while Jungkook himself averts his gaze.

Unsure what's going to happen to the both of you now.

"She's going to die." Jungkook stampers quietly, sounding somewhat controlled, but he's not. "I'm going to loose her."

"We don't know that yet." Seokjin tries to comfort his friend. "There's not enough cases to make a generalization yet. Sure, there's never been a successful pregnancy with both chikd and mother surviving, but that doesn't mean it's impossible." He tries, and Jungkook just laughs, without any humor.

"You know her." He says lowly. "You know her body. She won't be able to handle it." He tells his friend. "I know that. You know it. She probably knows it, too." He scoffs, closing his eyes as he runs his hands over his face. "What do I do now?" He asks no one in particular.

There's not much.

He can either go through with it, or terminate it right now. There's no third option, no safer way, no better idea that could let him keep both you and his unborn child.

"You'll need to inform her." Jin says. "Or I can do it, if you'd like." He mumbles, but Jungkook shakes his head.

"I'll do it." He almost whispers. "Its my fault. I don't.. I didn't know it would happen, how did it even happen?!" He's now becoming more and more frantic. "I'm not on any hormones, no medication, how in the name of the gods did this even happen in the first place?!" He barks out. "Are you absolutely sure?" He presses, and Seokjin nods.

"It has to be." He says. "I can give you a testing kit for her to do at home, but I'm certain that she's pregnant." He says, and it seems like Jungkook falters a little at the word.

It's like it's suddenly real.

"What are we going to do?"

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"I.. can you.. seokjin gave me this." Jungkook says, pale as a ghost. "There's.. pictures under the instructions. I'd.. like you to do this." He says, and you take the small box from his shaking hand, a bit nervous now.

"Is everything alright?" You wonder. "You're worrying me a little."

He wants to say that you shouldn't. That you don't have to. But he can't lie.

You wordlessly walk into the bathroom, following the instructions before you pinch the tip of your finger for a drop of blood to be picked up by what looks like a piece of paper at the end of a plastic tester, before you do the more intimate part of it.

You've realized what this is already.

You're not sure what to think of it. In a way, you're not scared, just worried for Jungkook. He seemed terrified, and you're not really sure what to make of it. You know his fears- but maybe he just doesn't want a child with you? Even though you've talked about it, there's still doubts in the back of your head.

Your phone vibrates, the timer has stopped.

You pick up the small plastic tester.

A circle is shown. You're actually creating a tiny little life inside you right now.

Walking out of the small room, you wordlessly place the object on the kitchen counter where Jungkook has placed his head down, waiting. It snaps up at the noise, at the sight, and his eyes stare for a good minute or so, before he dares to pick it up.

"What.. do we do now?" You wonder quietly, scared to cut through the silence. At the sound of your voice, he looks over at you, deep in thought, before his gaze drops down to your stomach.

"I can't loose you." He says, the first words he's said since you've returned from the thest. "I can't."

"But you won't?" You say, unsure. "Jin said he'll help us." You say, but he doesn't seem convinced at all, still staring. "Do you.. not want it?" You ask quietly, and for a moment, there's no reaction from him, no movement at all, before he gently picks up up and sits you on the kitchen counter. He's now face to face with you, before he wraps his arms around your middle, face resting against your abdomen.

"Of course I want it." He quietly says. "But I want you too."

"You have me." You say, carefully running your hand over his shoulder.

"Who knows for how long." He mumbles.

"Well just have to see, I guess." You shrug.

"How can you be this calm about this?" He whines almost into your clothes, arms tightening a bit.

"I don't know." You say. "Seokjin told me that I knownmy body best. And right now, I feel perfectly fine. A bit hungry maybe, but that's besides the point." You giggle, trying to lift the mood a little. "I've got you by my side, and him for whenever I've got questions or I need help. I'll be fine." You say.

"And if you're not?" He quietly worries. "If you're dying?"

"I won't." You say. "I can't."

"You will." He fights back.

"No, Jungkook, you don't understand." You say, pushing him a bit so he looks at you with his already red rimmed, glossy eyes. "Even if I don't make it, there's always gonna be a part of me with you." You explain. "Whenever you'll look at them-" you look down at your stomach, "-I'll be there too."

And at that he cries.

Because he doesn't just want to keep a piece of you. But everything.

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"Absolutely amazing." Seokjin says, putting his devices away before looking at you with a smile. "Nothing out of the ordinary. Slightly elevated levels here and there, but that's simply to aid the growing fetus. It's remarkable." He says.

"Well.. I mean, nothing is really going on yet." You giggle. "Its still tiny, I mean. It'll probably take a while until, you know, you'll notice anything." You shrug, but Seokjin shakes his head.

"Not quite." He says, typing some things in. "Your body is already adapting to everything. It's working hard at providing optimal conditions for the child, but you're physically absolutely not showing any signs of lower energy or fatigue. That's really out of the ordinary." He explains. "Humans really are quite different from us."

"So she's doing good?" Jungkook anxiously asks from the back. "Nothings wrong yet?"

"Nothing at all. Or have you noticed anything odd?" Jin asks you, but you shake your head.

"I'm a bit hot and cold sometimes, and a little grumpy in the mornings, but I don't feel sick at all or anything." You offer.

"Slightly elevated temperature is normal." The doctor immediately tells the fidgeting Lourie behind him, waving him off. "And like I said, you know yourself best. Rest when you need it, exercise if you'd like. Just nothing too exhausting."

"She's absolutely not exercising." Jungkook answers strongly, walking towards you to help you down from the elevated examination bed. "I'll bring her back next week for another checkup."

"Do I really need to be monitored this much?" You complain a little.

"To be quite honest, yes." Jin somberly explains. "I'll come over though. There's no need to come here every time. Only for specifics."

You help Jin file some information, before you're ready to walk out the room. "Oh, eh, Jin?" You ask, and he hums a reply to let you know his attention is on you. "When do.. you know, when can we find out the gender?" You wonder, and Jungkook looks down at you.

"I'll tell you." He says. "As soon as I know, I'll tell you."

"Louri can sense a child's gender at a certain point in its development inside the womb." Jin explains walking closer. "As a father, he's going through changes as well. Depending on how these will present themselves, we will know." He explains a bit more in depth, making you nod, before you walk out.

"You're still so calm about this." Jungkook wonders as he walks home with you. "You don't seem worried at all."

"I already told you, I'm not." You say. "Theres no reason to be. It wouldn't change anything for the better."

He has to agree with you on that. Worrying might only bring more trouble for you. So maybe, he should stop that as well- or at least tone it down a bit, and embrace the changes to come for the time being. He will deal with any problems once they're there.

He straightens his posture a bit suddenly, steps more sure now as his hand holds yours a bit tighter.

He will be the best mate. The best partner. The best friend.

And the best father.

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title: SOLmates (teaser) pairing: ot7 x reader(f) rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , smut ; soulmates au (negative), arranged marriage au, futuristic dystopian summary: “What awaits after Inferno? Ashes.” teaser warnings: lots of intro!, all intro!, jin is a bit of a menace, manhandling, cursing, fingering, scratching, yoongi is rude af, choking, jin wears a chain bc i can’t help myself, warnings to be added as series starts note: so.. this is a project i’ve been working on for awhile now. i don’t normally plan things, but something that started on a whim grew into this entire universe that i ended up having to plan like never before lol. i just wanted to show y’all a small piece of it, and i hope you enjoy! note 2: thank you to @wwilloww, @kookskingdom, and @sugaurora for encouraging me to keep going on this! y’all gave me much more hype than i could ask for and i’m really excited for what’s to come. this is also a rough draft so it will be polished later :D teaser word count: 5.4k 5.5k release date: july 27th, 2022, 7pm est updated: august 3rd, 2022

PROLOGUE

The first time, you feel a spark.

The second, a fire.

But what happens after the third?

What awaits after Inferno?

Ashes.

// LOGDATE: 3021.01.32, 0700

// LOCATION: PLANET EARTH, HOME POD

// SUBJECT: HARDLOCK

No matter how hard or long you sleep, the soft clicks and whirrs of your bedroom’s bootup routine never fail to make you stir.

Face scrunched, your gaze sweeps across the mostly empty space beyond your sheets. Pale blue light spreads over everything like a blanket, and you are quickly reminded of when you ported off-planet for the first time, watching the rush of a million blue streaks encompass your peripherals.

Why that memory flits about your mind, you haven’t the faintest clue. That was ages ago.

“AE-AI, what’s today,” you grumble, knowing your Homepanion will register your drowsy, garbled speech.

And, like always, her calm voice drifts over your head.

[Today is Saturday, January 32nd, 3021.]

[Reminder: you have one meeting today.]

[Atmosphere Aura Temperature: Suboptimal.]

A meeting? You may be exhausted as all hell, but you know it’s definitely your day off. Reaching to swipe your phone off your nightstand, you check the screen to see if something slipped into your schedule last second, dropping it with a thud when nothing appears.

The ghost of a kiss accompanies the soft touch of rough fingers between your shoulder blades. “Isn’t it Saturday,” a sleep-leadened voice asks, and you hum in response, settling into your bedfellow’s embrace when they tug you backwards. “We never have meetings on Saturdays.”

“I know.”

The lithe forearm around your torso starts to slide downward, and a small knot in your belly tightens when fingers wander across your bare pelvis. “Jin,” you whisper, hushed and breathy, “Let me figure this out first.”

“Just cancel,” the man’s coarse suggestion matches the tone of his voice before he lazily bites your ear. “There, I solved it.”

You don’t hide your groan, but you do close a hand over Jin’s wrist just as he slips a lone finger between your folds. “Thirty seconds,” you sigh in compromise. Because you absolutely want the same thing he does.

The random notification is just throwing you off.

If this meeting has nothing to do with work, it better be a good one; it’s stealing hours of your rare, precious rest time. Lately, none of your squad had been gifted with any, which is exactly why you and Jin made the most of last night.

“Fine. Not like AE-AI’s gonna care,” he relents, albeit petulantly.

[I do not.]

As Jin fires off an insult to your intelligent and apparently saucy assistant, you laugh and wrap his arm back around your stomach. “What’s the meeting for, AE-AI?”

[The meeting has no title or subject, but the location is as follows: Phode Industries, Floor 112, Room 34-B.]

“Damn him,” you mutter, the absence of anything important in a meeting drop being the mark of your Guardian. “AE-AI, call the meeting organizer, please.”

[Calling: Kim Namjoon.]

You turn, observing shut, tired eyes under wavy black locks. “Looks like it’s gonna be more than thirty seconds.”

Without moving a muscle, he teases, “I’m heartbroken.”

“You’ll get over it.”

“Say hi to Joon for me.”

“I’m going to be saying a lot more than that.”

As the rings echo throughout your spacious bedroom, frustration is the sole energy source that thrusts your legs out of heated blankets and your feet onto cold floors. To combat the chill, you swipe a large shirt from the foot of your bed.

“Hey, that’s mine!”

Jin’s scent hugs you like a second layer as you shrug. When you walk away, your arms stretch high above your head, knowing his stare will drift straight down to your ass.

And as planned, the next thing you hear is a groan.

“Damn. Fucking keep it.”

You’re almost to your bathroom when your annoyance finally answers the call.

“Oh, good. You’re up.”

“Namjoon, what the hell is this?” Warm lights bloom when you enter the spacious area and, with one eye squinted, you scratch your head while reaching for your toothbrush. “You better have a brilliant reason for this meeting or else I’m not stepping foot out of this pod.”

“It’s not that I have a brilliant reason. It’s that we have no choice.”

You pause, the toothpaste glob missing the bristles of your brush. “And that means what, exactly?”

There is a bout of silence in the speakers. In your buildup of anger, you rest your hands on the counter, both tools still resting in your curled fingers. “Namjoon,” you repeat, drawing out his name.

“What else do you think we wouldn’t have a choice in, kid?”

Ugh. You should’ve just stayed in your bed with Jin. It’s too damn early for your Guardian’s mind games. “Is it Ngoya wanting to reup his implants again? I know we have to keep that relationship pretty solid but it’s one more day. Just don’t walk outside for twenty four more hours! It shouldn’t be that hard.”

“No, it’s not that—”

While you’re successfully coating your toothbrush with paste, you fire off another guess, “Oh, never mind, I know. It’s that damn Spark Suppressor asking for business again. Why did I have to be chatty and tell him my—”

“Not that, either. Listen to me? Please?”

Nonchalant is too stiff of a word to describe the way you’re brushing your teeth, slightly slouched and observing your eyes in the expansive mirror.

Eyes that hadn’t been out of a shield in days.

A gruff exhale crackles the sound system in your ceiling before Namjoon speaks again, and you stand there speechless, toothbrush hanging limp in between your lips.

“You’ve been summoned. It’s damn Hardlock, kid. I’m sorry.”

Fuck.

You’ve shaped your life how you wanted it to be, despite all of the adaptations that society has gone through and thrown at you.

Every single one except Hardlock, apparently.

The Arranged Marriage Pact that cannot be refused.

// LOGDATE: 3021.01.32, 0800

// LOCATION: GLISA STATION, EALIONA DISTRICT

// SUBJECT: WHEN YOU STARTED BELIEVING

Adjusting your eyeshield, you sigh as you step into a hovertrain with a group of other passengers.

Suppressor gloves forgotten at home, you were quick to shove bare hands in jacket pockets, rushing to the back of the compartment to isolate yourself. On the way, you accidentally brush someone’s arm, apologizing but not stopping in your haste.

Even if you’re fully clothed, you still have a moment of panic when you make contact with someone. It’s the norm to have that instilled in your nature.

Will it happen?

Or not?

Well, you don’t know what it feels like, but according to your relatives’ experiences, it’s a situation you don’t want to encounter. Ever.

An automated announcement blares right before the doors close, and you don’t hear a word spoken on the train as you sit, backpack taking up most of the seat.

With your stop five long minutes away, you have some time to think.

How did it get to be this way? Who the hell is choosing you of all people? People in your line of work never get chosen for Hardlock because of the risk factor.

Maybe they know how lucrative your job really is and they just want the money. You can’t blame them in that case.

Rolling other careers around in your mind, you can’t think of another one with higher pay than a Salvager. The only one that comes close is someone in Namjoon’s position: a Guardian that protects a Salvager’s livelihood. You don’t know what you would do without him.

It’s a miracle that a Spark didn’t happen when you accidentally saw his eyes in that one wanderhouse, when you entered a room you didn’t know he was occupying.

He was simply reading a book—one of the old ones that required hands to read—which he promptly dropped at your entrance.

You remember both staring at each other for a good while, shocked to death and then relieved. Relieved to see another pair of true irises in organic colors and hues.

If he ended up being a SOLmate, that would’ve been the end of a relationship. It was even company policy: you would’ve had to make arrangements to part before acquiring a new Guardian within hours.

You heard the stories. Broken friendships, crumbled company deals, crushed empires.

Because nothing could overcome the initial Spark—much less an Inferno.

Which is why you are going to keep your hands hidden in your jacket at all times. You can’t risk touching another human and possibly igniting.

Don’t connect your bare eyes.

Don’t connect your bare skin.

The two ways a Spark can be initiated.

You don’t know what the hell birthed the curse of SOLmates, but you’ve learned how society has adapted. The rise of quarantining and social avoidance became the norm, with entire civilizations working remotely and citizens avoiding the Outside altogether.

At first, you didn’t believe in SOLmates. You thought it was just a ploy carried out by the Heado Council to keep commoners in their pods while they went about their shady ways.

It wasn’t until your cousin suddenly appeared in your Tele-Port with a barren look in their eyes, hunched over and refusing to speak to you until three days later. You remember having to force food and water down their slimming throat, along with sleep medicine to fight their insomnia.

When they finally spoke, voice gravelly and dusty, you understood.

“If you ever ignite,” they started, unblinking and haunted, “Never meet them again.”

“What are you saying?”

“Promise me.”

“Hey, snap out of it. What are you talking about?”

They finally lifted their eyes, and you fought the urge to lurch forward seeing the specks of sharp grey swirling around obsidian—volcanic ash in their depths. “You will want to. But fight it. Don’t let there be a third time. Lock yourself away if you have to.” With each pointed plea, their body thrummed, their words as jittery as their shoulders until you rushed over to hold them.

“You have to relax,” you whispered, but your cousin fought against your arms, their voice suddenly shrill and desperate in your ear,

“Never see them again! You can’t! Anything is better than this!”

“Hey, wait—”

An elbow connected with your stomach, forcing your grip loose. Frantic, your visitor wrenched themselves from your form and tore their way through your living room, hair whizzing and flailing.

You called out for them, but your plea fell on deaf ears. Right as they scampered onto the transportation disk, they slammed trembling fingers onto the console as if they didn’t care where the hell they were sent.

“Wait!”

The yell dispersed throughout your empty room, rebounding off the furniture and dark grey walls. Feeling the weight of the loud silence that followed, your arms slowly fell back to your sides, and you wondered if you would ever see your cousin again.

You still haven’t seen them since.

[Now arriving at: Phode District]

The hovertrain warbles to a stop. Cracking your neck, you make your way out of the compartment, almost going to adjust your backpack straps until you realize you can’t unpocket your fingers.

Shit. You’re going to have to swallow your pride and admit to Namjoon that you don’t have gloves.

He’s going to notice anyways; you won’t be able to take out the docu-discs you have stashed without showing your bare skin. With a thought, you blink three times to bring up the HUD on your eyeshield and ring him.

His answer is instant.

“Hey, where are you?”

Peering up at the obnoxiously tall glass building, you watch heavy raindrops splash your helmet before you groan,

“I’m here.”

// LOGDATE: 3021.01.32, 0810

// LOCATION: PHODE INDUSTRIES

// SUBJECT: THE MEETING

Thank whatever deities people come up with nowadays that Namjoon has a spare pair.

After you rushed out an excuse on top of your mistake, your Guardian only sighed and told you to just get your ass to the room. He claimed that he brought extra gear because he had business two districts over, but you didn’t put it past him to be paranoid.

Gliding across the almost barren floor of the lobby, you hear faint announcements about keeping suppressor gear on at all times while on the premises.

Shit. You have to make it to the elevators before you’re questioned by a roboguard.

But your worries are for naught, for the short trip to the glass tubes goes smoothly. It’s possible that you escape suspicion while in regular civilian garb instead of your Salvager suit.

You understand completely; the suits are pretty damn noticeable with their reactive energy displays.

After a low humming ascent, you’re now on the 112th floor, wandering around and sneaking glances into every room not shielded by Darkglass. Peering through the clear walls, you watch as helmeted business people go about their days. Some are negotiating trade deals by the looks of the tablets they are cradling, and some are simply staring out of the building windows and watching the rain.

People do that a lot. Ever since it’s been next to taboo to show bare skin in the Outside.

What you would give to feel rain again.

There aren’t many rooms that have the glass activated, but you do pass one that apparently has a commotion going on inside.

You faintly remember learning about Darkglass. How it shrouds both sight and sound when flipped from clear to black. If something is pressed against the material, there’s a subtle vibration that can be seen.

Just like now, as you walk by a room in the middle of the hall. When you turn to regard the slight waves, you make out the faint outline of a handprint.

Weird. Maybe someone resting against the wall out of sheer boredom.

It would make sense. You would absolutely hate being chained down to a place of business like this.

Being a Salvager means you aren’t attached to a building, or a cubicle, or even a central hub. Your job resides wherever the missions take you—wherever some rich asshole ends up needing you to go—whether that be into a local penthouse or the next planet over.

And you love it. The experiences you get to have, the places you get to see—all of it has been remarkable despite the gritty truth.

It’s not an honorable occupation. Not that honorable is a common word thrown around nowadays. But it’s one that many a wealthy person will shovel out liquid cash and ONIcoin for, so you’re able to live a lavish lifestyle.

Your hands are practically drowning in your pockets.

Are you going to have to give up that life because of Hardlock?

Surely, the family that chose you knows what you are. Your file omits a staggering amount of detail, but your base information is clearly defined next to your known SOLmate count, age, and ancestry.

You finally see a floating LED rectangle that reads 34-B, and the room’s Darkglass is deactivated. Glancing inside, you see Namjoon’s tall, cloaked form standing a safe distance away from what you assume are the mother and father of your chosen partner. While the woman occupies the lone chair at the end of a conference table, her husband simply rests gloves on her sagging shoulders.

They seem… Lost.

There wasn’t much time for you to run through their files, but Jin skimmed through while you got ready earlier.

“Yah, why are there so many redacted sections?”

“Nothing new,” you threw over your shoulder while slipping on pants. “Happens with a lot of older generations. Elders and their privacy.”

You could picture Jin’s eyes scanning his HUD back and forth within his sleek eyeshield, legs spread on your traditional sofa. “Jung Family… Blastia District… Shit.”

“What?”

“Heado Council puppets.”

“Fuck.”

After removing his shield, Jin ruffles his hair and smoothes it back down. “You sure you can’t pull out?”

“It’s Hardlock, Jin. Non-negotiable.”

“Isn’t that incredibly unethical?”

“Severely, but what do they care?”

“I have a bad feeling about this.”

You shrugged, faking confidence and hiding the tremble in your bones. “Relax. I don’t have to like the person. Just gotta marry them on paper and tell them I won’t be around.”

Run. You can just run, right? Run away, portcast to the farthest, most decent planet you can think of and live off your dirty pension? It sounds so much better than walking into that room.

But Namjoon turns and notices you through the wall, and he’s only one long stride away from opening the door.

“Come in!” You can hear the forced smile behind his shiniest blue helmet—one he saves for special occasions—but he whispers his next words, “We may have gotten a little lucky.”

“What? What do you mean?” As you stand in the thin doorway, you drink in his response.

“The dude isn’t even here.”

“Fantastic,” you drawl, sparing a quick side eye at the parents under the cover of your shield. Maybe he portcasted to the farthest, most decent pla—

“It doesn’t mean the contract is void, but it does give us some time to adjust. Here,” Namjoon steps to the side to allow you entrance, and you clench your fists in humid pockets when you enter the room.

You have no clue what your Guardian means by that, but you decide to dismiss it when you finally notice something about the reticent couple at the table.

They’re wearing Navim Shields.

Even you choked seeing the price of those.

This family doesn’t need a drop of your money.

So why the fuck are you here?

// LOGDATE: 3021.01.32, 0900

// LOCATION: HOMEPOD

// SUBJECT: STRESS RELIEF

“Did I hear you right? The guy didn’t even show?”

“Why are you still here, Jin?”

The slide and click of your door shutting behind you means that you’re finally cut off from the Outside, temporarily severed from responsibilities and new expectations and anxieties. No matter how often you left your home for missions, entering the Outside always caused your shoulders to tense until you set foot back in your entryway.

And even though you will never admit it, seeing Jin’s sweatpants-clad form greeting you is already enough to ease your mind this time.

You shuck your backpack off in an unceremonious dump, sighing as you proceed to remove your eyeshield.

Fuck.

The moment after removing protection is always a bit disorienting. Your corneas have to adjust to true colors after being suppressed by the shield technology, and it doesn’t help that depth perception changes dramatically. Jin is a lot closer than you think as you lower your eyeshield, and you flinch when he backs you up into your door.

With one large, capable hand next to your head, he flashes a tiny smirk at your rain-soaked form. “You act like you don’t like it,” he whispers before leaning forward to mesh his lips with yours.

You melt into his lazy kiss before grunting, meekly pushing his bare chest away and feeling the metal of his chain. “Jin,” you sigh, feeling a twinge of want when he swoops in again and pushes you flush against the door.

This effectively shuts you up, throwing your need into overdrive as you give in and start tearing your clothes from your limbs.

The gravelly chuckle that slides between your mouths sends heat between your legs. “Looks like I get you to myself for a bit longer.”

You scoff as your damp jacket hits the ground with a plop. “We aren’t exclusive,” you hiss before grabbing his hair and tugging him into another sloppy kiss, chilled skin welcoming the warmth of his.

His wonderful, enticing, tender skin.

You don’t know what or who decided that Jin isn’t one of your SOLmates, but you still feel like you owe them everything.

Because if he was, you would have only crossed paths with him three times max in your life.

And you don’t think you could have lived with that circumstance.

Your hands fly to your pants next, but your focus is cut off by the hot mouth latching onto your throat. “We aren’t,” he agrees after a suck, “But I don’t see anyone else here. Do you?”

Jin uses one hand to unhook your bra while the other slots between your thighs, grinding into your clothed cunt before giving it a firm swat.

Fuck, he knows what you need. After the absolute waste of a morning, you’re ready to do whatever the hell he wants.

But your drenched pants are your worst enemy at the moment. “Help me,” you bite out as you shove him away, frustrated that something so small is the thing that sets you off.

It wasn’t the fact that you were a Hardlock match, nor the fact that your partner ghosted the meeting and you had to awkwardly stand there with his parents only to slink back home through the rain.

No. Just your pants keeping you away from your fuck buddy’s leaking dick.

Jin stumbles back with a laugh before coming back to your aid, his fingers looping into your nemesis and pulling them and your underwear down your legs with ease. “Sweetheart is extra bossy today, isn’t she?”

“Just hurry up,” you grunt, going for another shove and stilling when a hand flashes up to block your arm.

His eyes are lust-blown and determined as he stares you down, grip on your skin and tone just as hard, “Push me again and see what happens, sweetheart.”

“Call me that one more time and see what happens, bitch,” you counter, eyes squeezing shut and stomach fluttering when Jin attacks with his mouth.

Your hands are all over each other as he practically throws you back into the front door. While his are roughly palming your breasts and gripping the back of your wet neck, yours are scratching stress lines into his hair and raking through his shoulders. Desire seeps from your cunt, the entrance hot between your cold thighs.

Everything is almost a replica of last night. Except this time, Jin still has his pants on.

“Take those off,” you breathe out, water droplets falling from your head, “Just fuck me.”

“Let me prep you.”

You moan when he rolls his pelvis into yours, ready to be just as split apart as you were a mere twelve hours ago. Desperate, you shake your head. “Don’t need it,” you lie, “I can take it.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“Shit. Okay.”

After Jin loses his sweatpants, he doesn’t even stand back up fully before you’re clutching his cock, sliding your cold fingers along his shaft once before reaching to cup his balls. Hearing his breathy groans causes more slick to build in your center, and you lean forward to swirl a tongue over one of his nipples.

“Fuck, baby.” You feel a hand grip the back of your head before it’s tugged back. “Come here.”

Saliva rims your mouth from your sloppy work, but Jin doesn’t care as he smashes his lips back into yours, tongue on a mission to close your airway. A commanding hand grabs one of your legs to widen your stance, which is the reason for your shock when you’re suddenly spun around.

Years of reflex and combat training save your face from butting the doorframe, but you still grunt, smirking when you feel hands roughly tug your hips.

As Jin’s deep voice slides onto your bare back, your cunt flutters while your mouth widens.

“You can take it, right? Prove it. Sweetheart.”

For the rest of the night, he makes you forget.

Your shit job.

The shit Hardlock.

And whatever other bullshit you have to be prepared for come morning.

CHAPTER I

Just because it happens once, doesn’t mean it can’t happen again.

There have been countless records of people with more than one SOLmate, which spurned humanity to escape and flee into the stars. Voyagers are synonymous with cowards, hermits comparable to corpses in coffins—the inevitable has been proven and yet everyone still runs from the truth.

However, there are people that run towards it. People that forego any armor or suppressor clothes or eyeshields. Those are the ones that suffer the quickest, all because they yearn for that feeling of ignition. The Great Flare. The Eruption. The Inferno.

It’s a high.

But everything ends just the same.

Ashes.

Ashes walk with no purpose, no soul, no life. What were once vibrant, intentional humans are now husks of a being, nothing but dust with wisps of memory.

And when left alone too long?

Their veins protrude and shine like lava; their eyes burn like dying stars. Light shoots from their mouths in a bright beam, angry and orange and devastating, as if a furious sun is fighting for escape. Skin hardens. Splinters. Breaks.

And the only instinct that remains is to ravage everything around them until they are effectively stopped.

// LOGDATE: 3021.02.01, 0600

// LOCATION: HEADQUARTERS, BRIEFING ROOM

// SUBJECT: NEW GUY

“Took you long enough.”

“Fuck off, Min.” You dump your boots on the nearest surface, which so happens to be a glowing console with multiple buttons and levers.

The man situated behind it jolts his arms up at the bang, stuttering out as his helmet reflects the lights in front of him, “Hey, you might—”

“It’s fine,” you snap, getting a snort out of the drowsy man at your back.

“Damn. Did you two not fuck at all or something? Why’re you so pissy?”

Jin is the one that answers for you, voice taut and raspy from the little amount of sleep you both got last night. “Watch it.”

“Cute.”

Both of you groan a less-than-hearty “Shut up” before parting ways, taking your seats around the circular planning station occupying most of the room.

Well, Jin takes residence next to a chuckling cohort and you settle on the other side of the table, holograms of mission details and discovered Ashes that need to be salvaged hovering over its dark surface.

One of them looks like your cousin, but you blink and the illusion is dashed.

The person only looks like her.

It pains you all the same.

Once you realize how many are filing through, you click your tongue. “Fuck, again? I thought this many Ashes was a rare thing…”

Yoongi—the one that unceremoniously greeted you and someone you cannot stand—pipes up immediately, “Apparently not. But at least they’re all around the same area this time.”

“I can see that,” you drawl. “But didn’t this just happen? I’ve never seen this many after we just salvaged a big group.”

Something feels odd about the reports flying in. Normally, a day would consist of checking into Headquarters to pinpoint Ashes, and flying out on hovercrafts or portcasting to whatever planet you needed to for a quick salvage. Once you were done with the jobs, you would either rendezvous with another unit that needed backup or simply go home and hate your life because of how fucked up your job really is.

But right now, observing how many Ashes are pinging off a small planet in the same solar system, you’re wondering if this is going to be another Longnight.

You just came back from one. That’s exactly why you and Jin…

Shifting your helmet to face him, you can already see that he’s looking your way. Fuck, how you want him to whisk you back to your Homepod and make you forget your name and occupation a fourth time. It looks like he wants to do the same.

A voice rumbles across the table as the most quiet salvager decides to offer input, “It’s strange, isn’t it? How we haven’t gotten new recruits for months until now?”

“I dunno, Taehyung.” You tilt your head back to the displays smoothly cycling in front of your shielded eyes. “Could be the reason why we’re getting more recruits. We’re gonna start needing backup if this keeps continuing.”

A helmet lowers as the man folds clothed arms. Seemingly to himself, he mutters, “I feel like they started recruiting before all of this, though.”

“There’s another thing you should know about,” Jimin—the one with the least amount of salvage experience—chimes in, voice strained as if you might not like what he’s about to say.

“Don’t be shy,” you bite. “Out with it.”

“Well… Speaking of recruits, we have a new—”

The obsidian doors of the circular space hum low as they slide open, and every helmet in the room snaps toward the newcomer’s easy strides.

On instinct, you size them up under their salvager suit: masculine body type, strong shoulders but lean lower frame, slight tilt of their head indicating low level of interest or attitude, minor slump in posture. Seems a bit too laid-back for your tastes, but you keep the bulk of your opinions until you’ve seen someone in action anyways.

“New guy,” Jimin finally finishes his statement, his tone changing from timidness to piqued curiosity. “Hello.”

The stranger simply shifts their helmet Jimin’s way without a word.

Mm. You might end up liking them.

Standing from your seat, you approach and stop some distance away. “First day?”

A nod.

“Last name?”

“Jeon.”

Stunned at how soft their voice is, you pause before asking, “How was training, Jeon?”

A shrug.

You huff through your nose in amusement, knowing that the training regimen is a bitch and a half. “Well, the real shit is nothing like it, so take a seat.” You start to stride back to your desk as a few laughs punctuate your statement. Because it’s true. “Especially since this mission might be a bit different.”

You go over the briefing while circling through the holo displays, assigning everyone their pseudonyms and roles and targets. After a quick meeting, you check for understanding. “Group One first. Jin, Tae, Park: review.”

Jin’s the first to speak as he slides fingers across the table, the motion transferring files into his eyeshield. “Callisto. Armory. A-142 and A-211.”

A light voice cuts in right after as Jimin follows suit. “Elara. Retriever. C-002.”

“Europa. Surveyor. B-299,” Taehyung sounds with disinterest, arms still crossed and back still slumped into his chair.

“Good. Group Two.” Since you’re part of this one, you start. “Metis. Armory. A-327 and A-410.”

The newcomer waits for Yoongi to review. When the guy is silent, they fill the gap. “Ganymede. Surveyor. C—”

“Shouldn’t we check this dude’s stats before assigning him?”

All of you shift focus to the lean frame at the back of the room. Miffed about everything that’s happening, you snip, “There’s no time for that, Min. We’re running low on our window as is, and training prepares recruits for all roles.”

“New kid,” Yoongi asks, his words launching straight over your boiling head. “What are you good at?”

Jeon doesn’t respond for a beat, instead swerving his helmet to you for some kind of approval. When you tilt your head as a sign to answer, he stutters out, “I, um. Armory.”

“Huh. Took me two seconds.”

Slamming the planning station, your frustration almost fogs the inside of your head gear, “I don’t have time for your insubordination, Min. Either get this out during planning or save it and shove it up your shitty asshole.”

“Jin, seriously, tap that a little harder next time, yeah?”

A ruckus starts on that side of the table before you get two steps out, with Yoongi’s dark material in Jin’s fiery grip. Jimin tries to separate them while reminding them about the mission, and Taehyung stays burning his gaze into the black glass in front of him.

You already know that the new guy is a bit spooked from the commotion, judging by the stiffness of his shoulders that you caught before joining in the fray. He doesn’t know how common this really is—the snippy attitudes, the pre-mission tension, the pent-up anger. Eventually, he’ll get used to it if he stays.

But fucking hell, it always has to be Yoongi getting you so riled up every time. If the two of you didn’t work so well together, you would have requested his transfer to the Venus or Pluto Units expeditiously.

Frankly, you would send him straight to Mercury if you had that power. They always have problems happening there.

But you’ll settle for a firm grip of his collar for now, shoving Jin aside as you take your place in front of your verbal sparring partner. “Don’t fuck with me today, Min.”

“I’ll settle for fucking you never, thanks.”

“What’s with you? Nervous? Is our little kitty boy scared of the rain?”

You can’t see his face, but you know that statement received an eyeroll, which you’re happy about. Releasing him with a shove, you make your way to the doors, not looking at any of the hovercraft pilots at their consoles or the new kid still glued to his seat. “Jeon, take Armory. We’ll switch roles but keep our same targets. I’ll figure something out before we portcast and fly out.”

“Okay.”

“And Yoongi?”

The figure across the planning station straightens, as do Jin and Jimin beside him.

Childishly, you gloat,

“Never is right. You couldn’t get this pussy even if you begged.”

// LOGDATE: 3021.02.01, 0800

// LOCATION: PLANET VALGA, HOVERCRAFT STATION

// SUBJECT: ANOTHER LONGNIGHT

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anything ghost of Tsushima I am starving 😫, but maybe a one shot where Jin reminisces on Iki island abt marrying reader? Since on iki he was always thinking abt the past and stuff.

A/n: Iki Island was so much fun to play, Jin’s past made me so sad so this is gonna be some happy memories of the reader and Jin

Note: I made it so the reader is originally from Iki island.

Memories are in italics

Biting your tongue you watched as your husband pack, you wanted to beg him not to leave but you couldn’t; you knew he had to stop this from reaching the main land. You just hoped he would get back before the birth of his second child, you knew how hard it was for him when he missed the birth of his son.

Stepping forward you wrapped your arms around his waist hugging him from behind, a kiss to his cheek though you just wanted to commit his scent to your memory. “You will come back to me…Ryuzo….will need his father.”

Grabbing your fingers, Jin gently kissed the tips though he was scared to turn around, scared because he felt like he wouldn’t be able to leave once he saw you. “I will return.”

Taking a breath he then meet your eyes, his hand resting on your belly. “Promise me you’ll keep them safe.” While his gaze what was directed at her Yuna tipped her head.

“I will and good luck.”

With one last kiss, Jin forced himself to pull away and with one last look he was gone.

•+•

He should have expected that to happen, ended up on the beach with a now destroyed ship. Fist digging into the sand he forced himself to sand, another senseless death because of him.

No! He couldn’t think about this now, he had to remember something positive, something that will keep him going.Staring off, his gaze then met the Ocean, his mind now on a distant memory. Back when he first met you.

It was a giggle that snapped him out of his meditation and right now he could all most hear his fathers stern voice yelling at him. Turning to the source he wasn’t expecting to see a girl hiding behind a large rock. Wrinkling his nose he puffed out his cheeks then turned his head away.

He wasn’t about to let you be some distraction to his meditation.Though he nearly jumped out of his skin as your face suddenly came into view, a gasp leaving his lips as he fell back into the sand, another laugh leaving your lips. You looked to be the same age as him, give or take a year. The clothes you wore were nothing like the ones he was used to seeing, if we wanted to be honest they looked like rags. You had a playfulness in your eyes, the same playfulness he used to see in you mother. Jin couldn’t figure out why he was suddenly smitten with you but the moment he hand took yours his fate was already sealed.

Closing his eyes, Jin slowly stood up not realizing he had spent so long reminiscing. After that day he had meet you, you both had become fast friends. It did not matter you were from the island his father was trying to liberate, it did not matter that he came from wealth while you came from nothing. What mattered was that he finally found a friend on this island and now he didn’t have to feel so alone. Frowning he glanced down at his hand. “You never did like her…did you father.”

Jin wondered what would had happened if his father survived, would he even let you live or would he spare your life like his Uncle did allowing you to come his to the Estate to work with his great aunt. Working his jaw he then squeezed his eyes shut slowly making his way up the hill to search for his horse, he already knew the answer to that of course, with a dead Samurai at your feet, you wouldn’t have been spared.

Your scream was what made him dart through the camp as he dodged the fighters, he did not know where his father was but at the moment he did not care, you were all that mattered. Nearly stumbling into your home Jin looked at the blood on the ground, he just prayed it wasn’t yours. Walking forward he then froze in his tracks spotting one of his fathers men hovering above you, sword raised. He didn’t think at what he was about to do because if he did then it might be to late. Running at the Samurai he slammed his body into the man as hard as he could. It may not have done much but knock him off his feet but at least you were able to scramble away and the moment the man dropped his sword he had to act and had to act fast. His mother did tell him that he had to protect the ones he loved.

Another memory, one that wasn’t so happy either. Glancing down at his hands he could still feel the blood. Shaking his head he continued to fallow the tracts though a sigh escaped his lips this island was starting to affect him and he hasn’t even been here long. Gripping the hilt of his sword he rushed off to the cries of his horse, another memory slipping into his vision though he just hoped it’s a happy one.

“Jin!”

You both were older now, his Uncle having you work under his great aunt. Your parents becoming like his own. Slowly opening his eyes he managed to give you a smile. “Why is it when ever I’m trying to meditate you are interrupting me?”

“It’s a gift! You promised you would take me horse back riding later and it’s later”

A sigh escaped his lips as he tried not to smile but seeing how excited you were it was hard not too.

“Alright, I am coming but once we are done you have to join me.”

“Fine” rolling your eyes you gave Jin a playful smile then grabbed his hand tugging to the stables. “This going to be so much fun!”

Petting his horses mane, Jin was happy he was alive and well. He didn’t want to imagine your reaction to the horses death. “She truly loves you doesn’t she Nobu?”

The horse letting out a whinny as it pressed his snout into Jin’s palm.

“We will return soon.”

He missed you, missed his son and he wondered if he would ever get the chance to see his unborn child.Shaking his head he took a deep breath slipping on Nobu’s saddle then took off to his fathers fort, he will see you again.

•+•

Getting drugged on his list was not something he wanted to happen, struggling with what happened here on the island to his father. It was getting harder and harder to work through.slipping in a hut his fingers ran over a elegant comb, it remind him of the one you always wore.

A gift in asking for your hand in marriage, closing his eyes his hand tightened his grip on the comb. Oh how he was happy when you agreed to marry him and just this one time he was going to let himself slip into a happy memory.

His hands were slicked with sweat as he stood in front of your father, heart racing with what about he was going to ask. “I….I am here to ask for your daughters hand in marriage.”

Lowering his gaze he waited in silence until he heard the laughter. “Is that all boy?”

Jin let out a snort, he knew your parents could have asked for anything. Wealth, power, anything but they didn’t. The only thing they asked for was your happiness and he was determined to make that happen.

•+•

Flexing his fingers, Jin turned his attention to the vision of his father.

“You picked a whore….filth over your own father.”

Jin did his best not to flinch but it was true. He did not hesitate to save you, didn’t hesitate to pick up that fallen katana and run it through that Samurai that was about to kill you but with his father he hesitated.

“I will never be like you, I will not treat my son like how you treated me.”

Turning turning away from his father he closed his eyes. “Goodbye father.”

And it was all over, the visions, the guilt over his fathers death, it was all gone.

Turning to Tenzo he knelt down in front of the injured man though he was just happy he was still alive. “You once asked me if I have anyone important.” Taking a breath he smiled at the man. “I do…Y/n, I actually met her here…Perhaps….once things have settled I can bring her back home. Let my children step foot in their mothers home land.”

Tenzo let out a snort though a small smile formed on the man’s lips. “You’re a father? Are you not a little young?”

Shaking his head, Jin scratched his cheek. “We had our son rather young.” Something his Uncle wasn’t to fond about at first. “She was a beautiful bride.” Jin muttered.

It was true, you were indeed a beautiful bride.It was like you step out of painting with your white kosode kimono and uchikake.

Tipping his head to the man, Tenzo gave the Samurai a smile. “I would like to meet your family Jin.”

“I would like that too.”

•+•

Stepping off the boat, Jin slipped on Nobu’s saddle as his hands gripped the reins. “Let us go home Nobu.”

It did not take long for the man to get home nor did it take long to hear his son’s voice the man quickly got off his horse to catch his son.

“Father! You’re home!”

Closing his eyes Jin placed a kiss to the side of his sons head. “I am home.”

“Jin” glancing up he meet your gaze, holding his son he quickly rushed to you as he pulled you in for a hug. Your son protesting about being stuck in the middle of this affection.

“I kept my promise.”

Sniffling you just rested your face into his neck feeling his fingers gently run down your back as your son slipped out of Jin’s arms only to latch on his leg.

“And we couldn’t be more than happy.”

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 41- And What If I Don't?

Chapter Summary: Out to dinner with her family, Jen is questioned about her personal life as a few members want her to date someone within her race. But she questions what the problem is with not. JenKook spend a night in the dorm alone while the guys are out.

Words: 9,000+

Genre: Major Jungkook fluff!!

-------- Jen ran around backstage to find her family as soon as she read a text from Vienna that they were there. It’s been ages. She couldn’t contain her excitement. It’s been so long since she’s seen her family. Tonight, was the BTS Begins concert and finally, her family could attend a BTS concert together.

“There she is!” Her dad shouted, running up to her. He caught her as she jumped into his arms, spinning her around.

“Jennie!” Her sisters squeal, joining in the hug with their mom.

Jennie couldn’t help but tear up as her chest tightened from the overwhelming emotion of seeing her family. When she pulled away, Alani giggled and wiped her developing tears.

“Girl, don’t ruin your makeup.”

“I’m just so happy you guys are here.” Jennie sniffed.

“Wow, just look at you. You’re really growing up. Still, have a good head on your shoulders I see.”

Her mom ran a hand through her hair, admiring how grown up she looked.

“And your butt got bigger.” Vienna pointed out, poking it.

“Hey! Hands off.” Jennie laughed.

“Your grandparents, aunts and uncles also made it. They’re in their seats.” Her dad informed her.

“Awesome. We’re going out to dinner afterward. Here, let me introduce you to the members. Come on!” Jennie gestured for them, to follow her.

She headed into a room to see the members chilling around. “Hey, my family is here.”

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Hobi squealed and rushed out of his seat, eager to meet them.

“Don’t make them deaf.” She laughed and opened the door, gesturing for her family to come in. “Guys, this is my mom, my dad, and older sisters, Vienna and Alani.”

“So, these are the guys who got you in good hands.” Her dad nodded in approval. “It’s very nice to finally meet you.”

“We’ve been expecting you.” Namjoon politely greeted. “I’m Namjoon. Leader of BTS. It’s nice to meet you. Jennie has been working very hard. We’re very proud of her growth.”

“Oh, don’t gas me up.” Jennie felt her face warm up from his praise. “This is Jimin.” She pointed to him as he shyly waved and said, “Hello.” In English. “That’s Yoongi, Jin, this is our burst of energy, Hobi.”

“Hello, I’m your Hope.” He smiled.

“Taehyung. He was the first friend I made in Korea.” She smiled.

“Hello!” He happily waved, showing off his boxy grin.

“And this is Jungkook.” She pointed him out as he smiled politely, greeting them respectfully.

“It’s nice to meet you, fellas. Thank you for taking care of our daughter.” Her mom beamed. Namjoon and Jen had to translate so the members and her family could understand each other. “We hope she’s not a handful.”

“No! I’m not a handful.” Jen defended herself.

“We’ll let the members be the judge of that.” Her dad laughed.

Her sisters caught Jungkook watching Jennie with a smile and they glance at each other knowingly.

“I saw that,” Vienna murmured to her.

“I did too.” Alani nodded. “So that’s Jungkook in the flesh.”

Jen’s mom had informed the members that she was an orthodontist and that if they needed any help with their teeth, to give her a call. When the members found out, they were amazed at her profession.

“Whaaaa, so that’s why munchkin’s smile is so pretty,” Hobi confirmed, staring at Jen and her mom back and forth.

The concert was going great as the members finished performing Boy in Luv. The members gathered around the stage after taking a short water break. Each of them was sweating from performing all night. And now it was getting time to close the show. Jen stood next to Jimin and Hobi.

“Okay, so that was it for BTS Live Trilogy Episode I. BTS Begins.” Rapmon said as the fans began to aw in protest. “Thank you so much again for being here together with us. Let’s say our goodbyes one by one. Let’s start with our baby girl, Jennie.”

Miss Bangtan looked around at the fans with a smile as they cheered for her.

“Did you guys have fun!?” she asked.

“Yes!” They loudly respond.

“I love you, all!”

“We love you, too!”

She looked content as she exhaled. “Okay. I’m not great at expressing my feelings. There’s always so much I want to say but sometimes I can’t express it in words. But I’m always overwhelmed with happiness because of your passion. ARMY, you give me that strength, that extra push to overcome anything. You make this experience exciting. It’s thanks to you ARMY, BTS is where we’re at today. Thank you for always cheering us on. We’re grateful for that. Our families are here tonight...” She trailed off as she paused, looking down at her feet.

“Awwww! Don’t cry!” The crowd started to say as they noticed her trying to pull herself together.

The members looked on, smiling because it was tears of joy.

“I’m trying not to cry!” She laughed, looking back up at the crowd. “But, the fact that I get to perform in front of my family tonight, is truly special. I dunno where they are in the crowd but I’m very happy that I get to show you how much I’ve grown as a performer. Thank you for always being there for me in spirit even if you’re not always here to visit me or vice versa. I love you.” She smiled and bowed, waving at the crowd.

Next was Jungkook, “I’m not Rap Monster, the guy with sexy brains, so I’m not really good with words. After many international tours and shows, it’s been a long time since we’ve had this amazing concert in Korea. I was surprised at your voice again and was touched again. I’m not good with words so I’ll repeat what I had written before. It’s because of you that I am here. And we are here.” He said as he received cheers. “Thank you so much and we’ll prepare more great shows like this. So please cheer for us with loud voices. Thank you.”

“I’ll go next,” Jin spoke up. “I make an effort to communicate a lot with our ARMY via our official online café. I sometimes blurt out some comment but that’s a lot coming from me. I talked on the phone with my mother and she said, ‘I feel so grateful that there are so many friends who stand by you’. So, I feel grateful that you’re here. Thank you.”

“Did you have fun today?” Hobi asked

“Yes!” The crowd responded

“Did you have fun?”

“Yes!”

“I love you, too. Before the show started I was really nervous but now that I’m up here performing, it’s fun. I have something I really want to say, today. I was really happy today. In fact, what singers feel on their show are ‘really fun, excited, hot passionate’, these types of emotions mostly. But I was really happy today. It’s you. I am happy all thanks to you. It’s thanks to your cheers, that our songs can echo louder.”

The crowd started chanting don’t cry because it looked like Hobi was tearing up as his voice became shaky. “It’s thanks to your applause, that we get more attention and focus from the public and the fans.” He went on. “Thank you so much for coming and rooting so passionately for us. Today my family came here. I don’t know where they are but BTS’ families are here. My mom, dad and older sister. It was so nice to show them how we perform and I felt really happy. Thank you. I will improve more as well as BTS improving more. I’ll show you with actions, not words. I love you.”

“I am so sorry to keep you waiting for long,” Jimin spoke as Jennie chuckled and shook her head.

“It’s been so nice to see you like this. You know what I think? In the back, I went over what I was going to say on stage and I wanted to say something cool like Rap Monster.”

“I didn’t say anything yet,” Rapmon spoke on the mic with a smile.

“But I’m not good at that.” Jimin looked around.

“It’s okay, you have a great body,” Rapmon added as Jimin shot him a thumbs up.

“And I’ve made a lot of mistakes which I’ll regret later at home. Anyway, as J-Hope said, I’ve had such a happy time to be able to perform in front of you again, like this. Can you love us with the same passion on the next album?”

“Yes!” The crowd cheered.

“You’ll continue to love us?”

“Yes!”

“To all of those who love our songs and love our performances, I want to say thank you and I love you. Thank you so much.”

“Yes.” Yoongi looked around. “Of all the countries, we’ve been on a tour, there’s no place like Korea. I love it here. In fact, about this time last year, we had our fan meeting here. Some of you may remember and some of you might not have been there but today feels like that day and I love it. it’s been a year since our fan meeting but I honestly think that without you fans, BTS won’t exist. We’ll have no shape or form. But ARMY, thanks to you fans, we, BTS, can exist. And Suga, not Min Yoongi, can exist. Thank you so, so much and I want to tell you again, I love you. I love you, guys.”

“Yes, you guys...” V spoke. “I was really looking forward to this concert. This is our second concert after Episode 2. I have been waiting for this concert. And now we’ve had this show and I think ARMY is the best. Yes, and my mom and dad are here today. Can I tell them something?”

“Yes!”

“Dad, mom! Thank you for bringing me into this world with ARMY.” He grinned and bowed. “And I promise to make even better stages than American TV series. I’ll make them.”

“I’m done.” Jennie laughed.

“Why you?” Yoongi asked.

“What about us?” Jin asked.

“We should all make them together,” Jimin suggested with a giggle.

“VTS,” Hobi announced.

“Just kidding,” V said. “BTS will go on for 10, 20 years so...you’ll stay with us, right?”

“Yes!”

“Thank you so much.”

“I feel so proud.” Rap Monster finally spoke. “Last year here, in our fan meeting everyone was like, ‘what should I say? ‘What do I tell them?’, ‘How should I speak? I want to say something cool.’, But now they can all express how grateful they feel to those who are here. I recently released RM. It’s the first work in 8 years since I’ve started to rap. That’s not what I’m trying to say but there is a Problematic man and I have my individual schedule recently. So, I was really worried to work for both that and concert preparation. I should be more invested in the concert to show you a good performance but I was worried if my schedule would make it possible. But a few days ago I thought, how lucky I am to have these kinds of worries. I was grateful that I get to be worried if I could pull off this concert well.”

He went on, “Before then, I told my members, this is so hard, that is so hard, I am so busy, I’m so tired. I’d say this to them a lot. But one day I was sitting in the workroom and realized how happy and lucky I was to be able to feel pressure about this concert and to want to do something more. So, after that, I felt really happy getting ready and waiting for the concert. It’s been so fun and now I’m having my own schedule but the other members are preparing a lot of individual things and have a lot to show you in the future. As a leader, I started my individual activities first but the other members are working hard and practicing for their thing, getting better and ready. So, please look forward to seeing them doing great things. Thank you again for taking your precious time and being here with us.”

Jimin interrupted him because he wanted to give a shout out to his dad. “Father! Thank you so much for letting me be on this stage, father! Also, I am so grateful and happy that Rap Monster is our leader and that I have BTS members.”

“Yes, I have my parents and relatives here as well. And I want to tell them thank you and I love you. With this in mind, we’ll give you our last song. Hopefully, you enjoy it.” Rapmon said as the lights went out.

The members stood around in a circle as Jen stood in between Suga and Jimin. As soon as Jungkook began to sing the first words of Born Singer, the crowd erupted into cheers. The stage went around slowly as it spun them in a slow circle.

I'm a born singer jom neujeobeorin gobaek (I swear)

eonjenna meolgiman haesseotdeon shingiruga noon abe isseo

I'm a born singer eojjeomyeon ireun gobaek

geuraedo neomu haengbokhae I'm good, whoa whoa, Yeah yeah yeah

Jennie looked down at her feet as she listened to Suga passionately begin to rap,

nansaeng cheoeum bangtaniran ireumeuro seon mudae

Samnyeon jeon cheotmudaeui maeumeul dashi geomunhae

Yeojeonhi daegu chonnom raeppeowa dareulge eobseotji but

Amachueoran daneo wie peuroran daneoreul deot sseotji

Geutorok weonhadeon mudae raepeul hamyeo choom choolddae

Ajik sala isseumeul neuggyeo pigonhago godwin chooltwindae

Ddawineun gyeondilmanhae naesaramdeuli jikyeobonigga

Momi apado beotilmanhae hamseongdeuli millyeo onigga

Debwi jeonhooui chauijeom aidolgwa raeppeo sai gyeonggyeeh

Salado yeojeonhi nae gongcheken raimi chaisseo

Daegishilgwa mudae saieseon peneul deulgo gasareul sseo

Ireon naega nideul nooneneun myeoga dallajweosseo?

Damn shit nan yeojeonhae

Naega byeonhaetdago? (what?) gaseo jeonhae

Byeonhameobshi bonjileul jikyeo I'm still rapperman

Samnyeonjeongwa dareumeobshi raebhago noraehae I'm out

Putting the mic up to her lip, she began to sing softly, “I'm a born singer jom neujeobeorin gobaek, I swear. Eonjenna meolgiman haesseotdeon shingiruga noon abe isseo, yeogi isseo...”

I'm a born singer eojjeomyeon ireun gobaek

geuraedo neomu haengbokhae I'm good

After Rapmon’s rap, the vocal line sung the chorus.

I'm a born singer jom neujeobeorin gobaek (I swear)

eonjenna meolgiman haesseotdeon shingiruga noon abe isseo (yeogi isseo)

I'm a born singer eojjeomyeon ireun gobaek

geuraedo neomu haengbokhae I'm good

Placing the mic back to her mouth, she began to her verse, “Every time I look in the mirror I see that little girl staring at me with big dreams. Be an Idol, I said, well look at me now. But it’s not over yet, this journey won’t stop here. I have a long way to go, I must not fear. And these haters dare try to define me and claim my color is wrong?” Her voice ended up growling as she closed her eyes, holding the mic with both hands.

“Despite the tears I’ve shed, I will remain strong. Every doubt these haters have, I will prove em wrong. From the countless guitar strumming to the dance practices, I knew the success was forthcoming. My daddy always told me to follow my heart. My mama always told me to take the risks. My sisters always told me these roadblocks would be persevered. And my brothers always told me not to let these haters define me.”

She opened her eyes, removing one hand from the mic. “I’m still that same little girl but with bigger dreams and motivations.” She placed a hand over her heart. “I’ll continue to do my own thing, no one’s stopping my shine.”

I'm a born singer jom neujeobeorin gobaek (I swear)

eonjenna meolgiman haesseotdeon shingiruga noon abe isseo (yeogi isseo)

I'm a born singer eojjeomyeon ireun gobaek

geuraedo neomu haengbokhae I'm good

uriga ddwieotdeon nal uri gachi gyeokeotdeon nal

Samnyeoniran shigan modu hanaga dwaetdeon maeum

Geureoge heulrin piddami nal jeokshine

Mudaega ggeutnan dwi noonmooli beonjine

Maesungan mada jashinege dajimhae choshimeul ilji anhge

Hansan nadamge cheoeumui naehge buggeureobji ahnge

So we go we go we go

Deo wiro wiro wiro

After J-Hope’s rap, all the members turn around, singing the chorus.

I'm a born singer jom neujeobeorin gobaek (I swear)

eonjenna meolgiman haesseotdeon shingiruga noon abe isseo (yeogi isseo)

I'm a born singer eojjeomyeon ireun gobaek

geuraedo neomu haengbokhae I'm good

The members placed their mics up in the air as the crowd took over to sing. Jennie felt herself tearing up. Then they sing the chorus one last time.

I'm a born singer jom neujeobeorin gobaek (I swear)

eonjenna meolgiman haesseotdeon shingiruga noon abe isseo (yeogi isseo)

I'm a born singer eojjeomyeon ireun gobaek

geuraedo neomu haengbokhae I'm good

The crowd cheered loudly as the confetti shot out from the ceiling. The members gather around, holding hands as they take their bows.

“Thank you! Thank you!” The members shouted, waving at the crowd. Jennie tagged a few hands, with a big smile on her face, walking around the arena as the members scattered around. She ended up blowing kissing with Hobi and she even grabbed some lucky phones from fans to take a selfie.

Afterwards, the members gather around again. “Yes, for over 2 and a half hours, I was truly happy. I hope you were too. Thank you so much again.” Rapmon said as they took their final set of bows, thanking the crowd once again.

“Yah, yah, yah, what are you guys doing?” The teacher spoke up from the stage. “I told you guys to get back inside after cleaning the music room! Hurry inside. And you guys, write down what is on the blackboard.”

The members walked up the stage as the teacher kept asking various questions. “Are you BTS or something? Hurry up inside, you troublemakers. I wonder what they’ll become when they grow up. I’m losing sleep because of you.”

The members walk up the steps and take a seat in the classroom before looking back at the crowd as the concert ends.

--------

After the show, Jennie offered to take the family out to dinner to catch up before they would have to leave early in the morning.

“You have no idea how happy I am that you all came. I know how busy we all are but thank you for coming.” She smiled.

Seeing her family tonight gave her an extra push to perform even harder, to show how much she’s grown as a performer. It was special performing in front of them.

“Of course, I wished that we came to your other concerts but we were fortunate to be able to attend this one.” Her mom smiles.

“So, what did you think of the concert?” She smiles nervously.

“Absolutely incredible!” Her dad praised her.

“Yeah, can I just say that I felt attacked throughout that entire show?” Vienna raised her hand.

“It’s great to see you so loved by fans. Wonderful job out there.” Her Uncle added.

“That dancing of yours, the body rolls, the hips, where did all that come from?” Alani asked in amazement.

“I agree, I never seen you dance like that with Amity. What changed?” Her aunt, from her mom’s side, decided to ask.

Jen smiled, thinking of Hobi. “A friend just told me to dance and I just broke the chain that was holding me back.”

“It’s going to take some time to see my granddaughter dance like that. But wonderful job out there.” Her grandma on her mom’s side spoke.

“So, what are you working on now, in BTS?” Alani asked.

“Well, I’m learning to rap.” Jennie proudly revealed.

“Eh...singing suits you better.” Her aunt declared, earning an annoyed look from her sister. “It’s like everyone wants to be a rapper these days. You can do so much more.”

“I love to sing but I’d like to rap too. Been wanting to for a few years.”

“Why? You’re great at singing, why don’t you just stay with what you’re skilled in?”

“Because I want to branch out and learn more musically.” She strongly stated her plans. “Yoongi told me how different I sound when I rap. My voice becomes rawer and we’re working on putting more emotion in my voice when I rap.”

“Rap? Hm...you don’t look like a rapping type of person...” Her grandfather on her dad’s side murmured.

“It’s best not to judge a book by its cover, Pop Pop.”

Alani and Vienna snort in unison, feeling proud of their baby sister for standing up for what she wants to do in her life. If she wanted to rap, let her rap. It was interesting, yet sad to see their family divided on what Jen wanted to do.

“If she wants to rap, let her rap.” Their mom spoke up. “Your father and I support you. Don’t worry about a thing.”

Jen smiled gratefully. “I’m also trying to improve my dancing and vocal skills. I’m just trying to take it one day at a time, y’know?”

“Are you making a lot of friends in Korea?” Her aunt on her dad’s side asked.

“Oh yeah, I have quite a handful. I want to get to know more idols as well. I do get stared at a lot. Sometimes I think it’s because of my hair.” She let out a chuckle.

“Or it’s because of the skin color.” Her mom’s sister blurted out.

“Really?” Her mom snapped.

“I’m just saying.”

“Okay, but did you really need to bring that up? Ignore her, please keep talking.”

Jen let out a sigh. She hoped they wouldn’t begin bickering. “I mean, it could be that too. But it doesn’t really bother me. I’ve been getting more accepted lately, and I’m happy about that. I seem well loved now than I was when I first debuted.”

“How’s school in Korea?” Her dad asked.

“English is simple, my guitar class is starting to get more challenging. But school is...school.” She shrugged.

“How long are you doing this BTS thing for? Will you be leaving the group anytime soon to come back to America?” Her aunt spoke up again. She still wasn’t fond of Jen being in Korea in the first place.

“You never know what the future may hold. I hope that BTS lasts for a long time.” Jen answered calmly.

“You think you’ll ever leave BTS?”

“No way.” She answered immediately. “They’re my family. Why would I leave?”

“You really like asking questions about her leaving a group she’s happy with, huh Nicole?” Her mom frowned at her sister, shaking her head.

“I’m just curious.” Nicole shrugged.

“She’s staying in Korea.”

Jennie face palmed while her sisters, sitting on each side of her started chuckling.

“They’re worse when they’re back home,” Vienna informed.

“I’m sure,” Jennie murmured.

“So how is Big Hit Entertainment?” Her uncle spoke up with a smile.

Jennie looked up at her Uncle, thankful he changed the subject. “I love the company. Everyone is so supportive, even the staff and managers. And I’m very happy that they take my hair and skin into consideration. Being in BTS, we always help and support each other. And we have heart to hearts. I feel like we’re stronger together when we work together.”

Suddenly Nicole sighed. “Sometimes I do wish you went solo instead. You have potential. I think being in a group holds you back.”

“I beg to differ.” Jennie stood her ground. “Being in a group helps me grow as we all grow together. I used to dance stiffly until Hobi helped me out. My breathing when I sing and as I practice rapping has improved thanks to Jungkook and Yoongi respectively. And I feel more like myself thanks to the members. Every one of us has changed musically and we’re only improving.”

“Going solo can give you more opportunities.” Her grandma on her dad’s side spoke up.

“I agree.” Her grandfather from her mom’s side nodded. “I feel as though you can reach more success going solo.”

Jennie let out another sigh.

Seriously? Nothing they could say would make her not want to be in a group. She enjoyed working with a team. She understands that families will say things like this. They just want to see their younger ones strive for success but this right here was unnecessary.

“Sorry, but a group is where I’ll be staying.” She asserted.

“Suit yourself.”

“Lately, we’ve been getting word that Songstress Entertainment would like you and Angelina to come back for an Amity reunion. Are you considering? Fans would love to see it.” Nicole revealed.

“Hell no. Fuck outta here.” Jen immediately retorted.

“Don’t curse Jennifer.” Her grandparents on both sides lectured in unison.

“Sorry.” She waved their lectures away.

“Don’t you think you’re being selfish to the fans? They’ve been anticipating it. Hoping you all would move past the bad blood.” Her aunt added.

Jen stared at her as irritation filled her voice. “No.”

As the dinner progressed, with Jennie taking a break from being the center of discussion, a timid fan came over, bowing politely, speaking in broken English.

“I’m sorry to bother, but I want you to have. I hope it the right candy.” The girl presented her with a bag of smarties.

“Oh wow, thank you so much.” She bowed, accepting them with a smile.

“You were amazing tonight. I hope you get lot of rest and eat well. I am looking forward to next comeback.” The fan left, making Jennie feel good inside.

“Well, that was sweet.” Vienna smiled.

“Don’t you get annoyed by that? Fans coming over like that while you’re eating?” Her dad’s sister asked.

“Not at the moment. It always brings joy to my heart to see fans do the little things for you.” Jennie replied with no hesitation.

The fan seemed to be in a hurry to get home although she waited patiently as long as she could. It was a sweet gesture. Everyone in the BTS fandom knew of her smartie obsession.

“So...you got a boyfriend, yet?” Her father blurted out, causing everyone to laugh.

Jennie turned to him in shock. “Dad!”

“What? I’m curious.”

“Yeah, when are you going to get a man? We gotta check him out, make sure he’s good for you." Her Uncle chimed in with a smile.

“Alani got herself a fine, young black man at her college.” Her mom informed her. “He’s majoring in Political Science. Such a polite young man. Very handsome too.”

“Oh, is that so?” Jennie murmured, disinterested.

Here we go...she was not in the mood to talk about anyone’s relationship. This was normal in her family. There were family members who weren’t even here tonight who would talk about how they looked forward to the three sisters dating. Vienna had suffered from her family setting her up with various guys back in high school and she refused every one of them when she vowed to never date again after being cheated on. It was a headache for the three sisters.

“Why are you telling everyone my business? It’s not a big deal.” Alani frowned.

She tried to keep her relationship a secret but somehow, some way, someone spilled the beans and showed photos on her private Instagram. She was livid when her secret got out.

“Oh hush, be proud.” Her grandma on her dad’s side waved her comment away. “We’re still trying to get Vienna to get herself a man. She’s so stubborn.”

“Ain’t happenin’. I’m only hooking up with people. I don’t do relationships...” Vienna shrugged.

“We should just leave it alone. Clearly, she doesn’t want to date.” Her Uncle said.

“I hope you find yourself with someone in your race,” Nicole told Jennie.

“Young love is a thing, y’know. I want you to be happy.” Her mom added.

“I am happy.” Jennie insisted.

“You could be happy-er...with a black man.” Her mom smiled.

“I’m happy-er with myself.” She bluntly countered.

“Has anyone been interested in you, yet?” Vienna asked.

“Uhhhh not that I know of? I mean I’m pretty sure the guys in Korea would want to date someone in their race anyway. But whatever happens, happens.”

“You mean to tell us that NO ONE is interested??”

“I mean I don’t think so. I’ve had a few guys have a small crush on me but I don’t think they’re looking for a relationship. I think they want to experiment if you know what I mean. Get an idea of how it feels to be with a foreigner.”

“I think you should put yourself out there, find yourself a nice fella. You’re not getting any younger.” Nicole pointed out. “Don’t drown yourself in your work. Go out.”

“I’m still a teen, jeesh. And no. I’m too busy anyway, BTS is only working harder. We have no time to date anyone. None. Nada. And whenever the time comes when someone has my heart, then I guess I’ll be dating. But jeesh, let me live.” Jennie exclaimed.

“Do you still talk to that fella from American Hustle Life? The one that was in the Boy in Luv music video with you?” Her mom asked.

“Kevin? Yeah. We text each other and see each other’s Instagram posts. We always keep in touch.”

“What about him?”

Jennie stared at her mom with an ‘Are you kidding me?’ facial expression.

“Um, no? We think of each other as siblings. We're not interested in each other. Stop trying to force something.”

She did miss him and hoped to see him soon, though. She would have to text him after dinner to see what plans they could make since they both were busy. He with school and work, and she with BTS, but thankfully technology was there so they could stay in touch.

“Darn...”

“Well, I’m just really looking forward to her dating, whenever she’s ready. Maybe it can inspire Vienna to date. Don’t let a cheater make you not want to date anymore. There’s good men out there.” Her aunt on her dad’s side added, causing Vienna to stubbornly frown.

“Just make sure you find yourself a fine, young black man when you’re back in America.” Her mom requested.

Jennie looked down on her food as she spoke up, “And what if I don’t date someone within my race?”

Her comment caused everyone to stop talking and look at her. Feeling the intense stares, she looked up from her food.

“Is that a problem?” She went on.

“You really want more heat on you if you date someone outside your race? Do you really want more hate on you? People talking about you? I wonder what people would think if you dated a White or Asian guy. You’re already dealing with racism. You really want more stuff to deal with?” Her grandma questioned.

“So, you think you’re too good to date someone within your own race?” Nicole questioned.

“Did I say that? No.” Jennie fired back. “As long as someone sees me for who I am and treats me right, that’s all that should matter. Who cares about the race? I don’t care what people will think about me or how people will react. If I’m happy with the guy, and he’s happy with me, that should be all that matters. A relationship is with two people. Not fans, family and friends.” She stated her opinion, fighting the urge to roll her eyes.

How the heck did this family conversation turn into her personal life? That’s not what she wanted. She did not want to end up snapping at anyone because they disagreed with her opinions as of late.

“Well I for one, don’t care who you date, as long as they treat you right.” Her father reassured her.

“We agree.” Her sisters add, and so do her Aunt and Uncle on her dad’s side.

“Thank you. Some people with some sense.” Jennie grumbled in irritation.

“Alani, Vienna, the both of you have your license, right?” Their grandfather asked as they nodded. “Jennie, are you learning to drive in Korea?”

“Not yet.” She replied.

“You’re past 16. I know you’re in the group and all but don’t forget about other priorities.”

Jennie set her chopsticks down. “Why do I need to follow the crowd? Let me do my own thing on my own time. I’ll get there. Just not today.” She retorted. “Let me do my own thing in BTS. Let me live my life how I want to. And when I get there, let me date who I want to date. Just because Alani is dating a black man doesn’t mean my dating experience will be the same. I could end up with someone that’s not my race. I could end up with someone that is the same race. I’ll end up who God wants me to be with. And besides, what’s the problem if I do end up being in an interracial relationship? It’s 2015, fam. Come on. I know what I’m doing in my life. I didn’t take you guys out to eat for you to tell me what I should and should not do in my life.”

Alani and Vienna smiled at her statement. They were happy she was standing her ground. A few of her family members looked disappointed at her saying that she could end up with someone not the same race as her. They feared the public’s opinion and didn’t want her to deal with any hate.

“Now can we stop talking about my absent love life?” She demanded.

Thankfully her family backed off.

Jennie turned to her sisters. “How’s college?”

“We had a fire drill and I kid you not I was in the shower. How do you think that made me feel to have to leave the dorm building, with shampoo in my hair, and in a towel? Complete bullcrap.” Alani groaned.

“I’m kind of glad I don’t deal with that.”

“Oh, while we’re talking about school, I wanted to tell you that my play is coming up. I want you to come.” Vienna beamed. “It’ll be around June.”

“Gotcha. I’ll make sure to see if I can make it. I hope so. I want to see you in action.”

“I hope you can make it. And don’t let them get to you about the dating comments. It’s worse for me. But just continue standing your ground. I’m happy that you spoke up. Maybe they’ll finally take a hint.”

“I hope so.”

“So, I must ask, what’s it like living with seven guys? Seven hot guys?”

“It’s interesting. Every day is a new adventure, that’s for sure.”

“You’re not hooking up with anyone are you?” Alani asked.

“No, Alani.” Jennie rolled her eyes.

“I’m just checking because-“

“They’re all so hot, how do you control yourself?” Vienna cut her off.

“I mean, they’re my brothers so...” Miss Bangtan shrugged.

“No really, how do you control yourself and how do they control themselves when you all live in the dorm? I’m sure they’re aware of your big booty. You sure-“

“Bruh, we’re all like brother and sister!”

“Except one,” Alani murmured as an inside joke with Vienna, thinking of a certain member.

“Female fans must be upset to know you live with them,” Vienna added.

“It took a year to reassure them that we have a brother/sister bond and nothing is going on. They seem to have laid off me. Boy did they want to kill me though...” Jennie sighed.

“Well just know I have bail money if I need to kick someone’s ass.” Her mom spoke up.

“That won’t be necessary, honey.” Her husband placed a hand on her shoulder.

“I’ve been doing some research, and I read that Korean men have to serve in the military. What will you do when the BTS members have that?” Alani asked.

“It’s too early in the game to even think about that. For now, we’re taking it one day at a time.” Jennie answered. She didn’t even want to think about when that day came for the members.

The dinner had shifted back into a positive one without any more dating questions. Her family was surprised when Jennie told them she would pay for everyone’s meal as she went up to pay at the register with her sisters by her side.

“So, how’s Jungkook?” Alani smiled.

“He’s doing great. I’ll tell him you asked about him.” Jennie answered happily.

“Did anything happen between you two?”

“Um, well we game and we work out together...”

“Oh, so you see him all sweaty and such?”

“That’s what usually happens when you work out. You sweat.”

“Y’know Jungkook is really cute, don’t you think?”

“I mean he’s just a baby to us but don’t YOU think he’s cute? You get to work out with him, check out his muscles.” Vienna added.

“Yeah, I bet she loves his hugs. His strong arms wrapped around her-“

“Will you two shut up!? Thirsty ass hoes.” Jennie snapped, feeling her face warm up. “He’s my best friend.”

“Mm hm...Vienna, she doesn’t get it, yet.” Alani confirmed.

“Yeah, she doesn’t get it.”

“You guys are weird.” Jennie went back to the table.

Why did they have to bring up Jungkook suddenly?

“Mm hm...I’m betting they’ll get together before this year is over.” Vienna guaranteed.

“Well, I believe they’ll get together in early 2016. I’m the smarter one, I know I’m right.”

“Suuurrreeee....”

“Jennie...she seems like she’ll be in denial. So, it may take her some time to realize. But you know Jungkook’s lingering stares are more than enough.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. Did you not see the way he was staring at her before the concert? Heart eyes muthafucka.” She quoted the Vine video.

Vienna giggled. “I ship it. And they are getting older, so, it should be a matter of time. I wonder if he’s even aware of how he feels.”

“Soon enough he’ll realize it’s more than just an admiration.”

“Man, I wish we could stay longer to see those two. We’ll have to just bombard her with questions when we’re back home.”

“That would be nice if we could stay.”

----

After saying her goodbyes to her family, leaving the dinner on a happy note despite the passionate discussions from earlier, Jennie went back to the dorm, not expecting any of the members to be back because they were probably out with their families. But then she saw Jungkook, gaming on the couch.

“Oh, hey. I thought everyone would still be out.” She set her bag down.

“I came back 20 minutes ago. The Hyungs are still out with their families. How was your dinner?”

“It was...fine.” She shrugged, strolling over to the couch as he offered her the second player controller. She listened to him discuss how his family dinner went while they played 3 rounds of Dead or Alive 5. Jungkook couldn’t help but notice that she wasn’t as enthusiastic while gaming with him and decided to pause the game.

“All right, talk to me.” He demanded, placing his controller on the table.

“Huh?” She turned to him, in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t see your smile. Something is wrong. You always smile when you game with me. You haven’t at all. Please talk to me about it, I want you to be happy. Not troubled.”

Jennie exhaled and placed her controller down. “Sometimes I wish you didn’t notice the little things.”

“Well, it’s hard not to notice you upset when your cute smile isn’t showing on your pretty face.” He blurted out.

He soon realized what he just said and glanced away shyly. He began to feel flushed but looked back up at her in surprise when she chuckled softly.

“You’re really sweet to say that to me. Thanks, Kookie.”

“A-anytime. So, you wanna vent?”

“Yeah, that’ll be nice.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I dunno I just feel so...frustrated.”

“Because?”

She let out another sigh. “It’s like people wanna tell me what I should and should not do. A few family members weren’t too fond of knowing that I was learning to rap. They don’t see me as a rapper. It irks me. Why can’t you just be happy for me? A homeless person can be wearing the same clothes for months but could have a talented voice, so don’t judge a book by its cover, you feel me?”

He nodded, gesturing her to keep going. “Okay, I don’t have my license yet but my sisters do. I’m happy for them, but I don’t need to do everything just because everyone else is doing things. I have a lot on my plate here. I’m doing what I love. I’m growing with all of you guys in BTS, musically, mentally and physically. I want to branch out, try new things, and go back to old things I used to do when I was younger. And I’m doing that. But all they wanna ask me is when I’m going solo and when I’ll be back in America. Like really? That crap hurts to hear.”

Jungkook blinked at her. It surprised him that they would ask those questions. And it made him happy that she was eager to remain here in Korea with BTS. He had no idea how he would react if she did go back home.

“Being in a group does not hold me back, it motivates me to work even harder. I’m at my fullest potential with BTS. But some of them just don’t see that. It’s annoying.” She shook her head.

She went on, “What’s really bothering me is that some of them want me to date someone within my race. But what’s the problem if I end up in an interracial relationship? You never know what will happen in the future. Anything can happen in a blink of an eye. The love bug can bite you just like that and you’re hooked. Someone can just...take your breath away. Have a special place in your heart and...next thing you know, you’ll be in love. Why can’t we just...look past the skin color, look past the race, and just look at who the person is, personality wise. How that person makes you feel. How happy they make you feel. You get me?”

“Yeah...” He whispered. “I understand exactly just how you feel.”

“I don’t understand what the big deal is. They should be happy that I’m happy, even if I do date someone from a different race. Some have some sense, the others, like my mom and aunt, however...they need to stop being so close minded. It is 2015.”

“Well, like you said, love is patient and unpredictable.” He spoke up. “All you want is someone who makes you happy, someone, to be patient with you and respect you. I’m sure your family can understand that.”

She looked at him in surprise. “You remember that? That was back in 2014 when I said that.”

“Well...” He tilted his head to the side out of habit and smiled keenly. “It’s hard to not remember listening to you voice your opinion so passionately. Just follow your heart. Follow what you want. And whoever the guy you’ll end up with, if he’s not the same race as you, I’m sure he’ll do whatever he can to make you happy and to prove to some of your doubting family members that he’s good enough for you.”

“You know...you really...are something else, Jungkook. I swear, whoever is going to be your girlfriend is going to be one lucky lady.” She smiled and turned back to the game.

“Nah...I’ll be the lucky one.” He murmured with a lingering gaze.

After three more rounds of gaming, Jennie asked, “You wanna watch a movie?”

“Yeah sure, let’s watch-“

“No Iron Man, this time, we watched it last time.” She cut him off, as he pouted.

“But it’s so good.”

“Jeon Jungkook.” She warned.

“Fine, fine. Let’s watch a horror movie.”

“Horror? I don’t do horror.”

Running a hand through his hair, he smiled shyly. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

“Jeon Cena to the rescue. All right. I’ll take you up on your offer. I’ll make the popcorn.” She got up from the couch and went to the kitchen while Jungkook set up the movie.

While waiting for the popcorn to finish popping, Jennie went through the cabinets to search for any snacks and poured a bowl of chips for them.

When she went to place the chips back, she noticed a small box of cookies and cream pepero. “Oh snap, we’re eating these. It’s been a while since I’ve had some pocky.”

After getting the snacks situated, she turned off the lights and sat next to him on the couch. “Just a fair warning, if I scream or jump, I’m gonna have to be in your arms.”

“I don’t mind. It’s encouraged.” He chuckled.

As the movie progressed, Jennie found herself scooting closer and closer to Jungkook throughout the scenes of suspense, trying to predict when there would be a jump scare. When there finally was one, she jumped in fright, holding onto his arm.

“You all right?” He teased.

“Oh, I’m good. I’m good.” She quickly answered as she placed her legs on the couch to get in a more comfortable position.

Jungkook enjoyed the feeling of her holding onto his arm and only hoped that she would get closer as he had a sudden urge to hold her.

“Oh God...” She groaned at the gore, placing her forehead on his shoulder. She continued to cling to him throughout the movie, while Jungkook enjoyed the skinship. She let out a scream during another jump scare, finally ending up in his arms as he chuckled and held her close. “Why are we watching this!?”

“Because it’s entertaining.”

“To you!” She exclaimed. As she snuggled against him, she ended up making commentary for the movie. “You see, if I was there, I would have just run away. Why would you go in the house!? I would’ve been like, deuces! And left so I would stay alive. There is no way in the world I would go in the house. WHY would you go in the house!? Are-are they about to go down there? RUN! Don’t go near the noise!”

“I don’t think they can hear you, Jennie.”

“Well, they should! They’d be alive if they listened to me-“ She shrieked in fright yet again. “Is this almost over!?”

“Jennie, we’re only 45 minutes into the movie.”

“Are you kidding me!? There is no way!” She grabbed the remote and saw it’s been over 40 minutes.

“Oh, mah God...why? You really tryna kill me tonight.” She said over his laughter. She grabbed the pepero box and began to munch on a couple of sticks.

“Hey.”

“Hm?” She looked up at him, with a new pepero stick, sticking out of her mouth.

He glanced at the end of the stick, immediately thinking of the last time they played the Pocky Game. He had the desire to bite the end of the stick, but his shyness got to him, preventing him from doing so.

“C-can I have some?”

Biting half of the stick, she nodded. “Yeah, sure.” She handed him the box.

They continued to watch the movie as the killer ran after the victims. As their fingers brushed against each other when digging into the box, they noticed that there was only one stick left. Jen took it out and examined it.

“Last stick. Who gets it?” She turned her head to him.

“I want it.”

“Well guess what? I want it to.”

“What are we gonna do about it?” He challenged.

“I guess there’s only one way to settle this...” She turned her body to face him. “Pepero game?”

“You’re on.” He competitively accepted her challenge, gaining confidence as his shyness started to go away.

She placed the stick in her mouth, slowly munching while he bit the other end. Feeling mischievous and bold, Jungkook’s warm hands cupped her face, causing her to look into his eyes instead of glancing at the stick. She stopped munching as he suddenly leaned forward, inching closer to her face. He bit down, almost taking the entire stick as he pulled away. Jen was left with a tiny piece, watching him chew his stick victoriously.

Taken aback at his sudden actions, she stared at him in disbelief. “H-hey! What was the for?!” She shouted. She watched the cocky grin appear on his face as he finished eating his large portion of the last stick. “You big bunny! That wasn’t fair! That’s not how you play!” She smacked him on the arm as he laughed hysterically, trying to stop her.

Grabbing one of the pillows on the couch, she hit him, multiple times. He finally grabbed a hold of her weapon and snatched it out of her hands, using her weapon against her. Their hair began to get disheveled from the assault of their pillow attacks. The 97 Liners tried to snatch the pillow out of each other’s hands until Jennie pulled him into a headlock.

“Hey!” He shouted.

“What? What was that?” She taunted, squeezing his head tighter. “Huh? I can’t hear you!” She mocked over his protests.

Her taunting would soon stop when he escaped her grip and wrestled her on the couch as they rolled around. Jennie enjoyed the days when Jungkook would show more of his playful side. And tonight, was a perfect night to boost her mood.

Jungkook easily grabbed a hold of her wrists and pinned them down by the sides of her head, laying on top of her. Both parties panted softly from their physical activity as he stared down at her. A confident smirk appeared on his face as he raised his eyebrows.

“Well, well, look who won.”

“You wish.” She tried to wiggle out of his grip but to no avail.

“I think it’s obvious that I won.”

“Nope.”

“Just admit it.”

“No.”

“Admit it.”

“No.”

“Well, do I need to...tickle it out of you?” He smiled mischievously.

“No!” She shouted in panic.

That would be torture. She wanted to stay as far away from tickling as possible.

“Then admit it, Jennie.”

“All right...” She sighed in defeat. “Victory is yours...” She announced unenthusiastically.

“The Golden Maknae always wins. If you can’t beat me, you might as well join me.” He smiled cockily.

She mocked his cocky smile, rolling her eyes as he laughed at her. When she finally saw an opening, from him believing he won, she swiftly used her strength to slide out of his grip and shoved him off the couch. Jungkook grunted as he fell off the couch in surprise while Jennie laughed hysterically at the sight. His face was priceless.

“Oops.” She shrugged. “Wait, wait, what was that you were saying a few moments ago? The Golden Maknae always what? Wins? Looks like you’re taking an L tonight, my friend.” She teased

“So that’s how you wanna play, eh?” His voice went down an octave, ceasing her laughter. He sounded serious as his competitive side began to take over.

“Wait, Kookie, it was all in good fun.” She giggled nervously.

“It was all in good fun.” He quipped.

“Stop, hahaha, really. Come on Kookie, you have to admit that was funny.” She stammered, getting off the couch.

She walked around, taking steps back as he stood up and followed her. When he launched forward, she shrieked, barely evading his attempt to grab her. She made a run for it around the living room, with him high on her tail. When she was on one side of the couch, while Jungkook was on the other side, she analyzed his movements, cautiously pondering what could she do to escape whatever he was planning to do.

“Oh, hell no-behave!” She yelled when he jumped across the couch. She made a run for it again, aiming to run to her bedroom but he caught her by wrapping an arm around her waist. “No! Knock it off! Put me down!” She shouted with laughter when she was picked up, over his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” He mocked, spinning her around as she banged her fists on his back.

The two ended up wrestling again once he placed her back on the couch. The two of them were determined to pin the other down. Pinning her down in a strong grip once again, Jungkook watched in amusement, leaning in close as she groaned in annoyance. She was annoyed that she couldn’t pin him down.

“Guess who won again? This guy.” He grinned.

“Seriously?” She threw her head back, sighing in annoyance.

All that was heard was their heavy breathing from their recent wrestling activity while her chest rose up and down with his.

“Relax and I may let you go.” He offered, watching her contemplate his idea.

If he wasn’t in his competitive mode, he’d shyly notice the position they were in. His body was on top of hers, making sure she was pinned down so she wouldn’t escape. They were too into the wrestling to notice their intimate position.

Jennie relaxed her body momentarily from trying to overpower him. When she felt him loosen his grip slightly, she attempted to wiggle out of his grip to shove him off the couch.

“Mm-Mm.” He shook his head, restricting her from moving. “I think you might as well get used to this position, Jennie.”

“No way, I still got some fight left in me.” She attempted to sit up but his body weight kept her in place.

“This’ll happen often. Might as well deal with it. You’re not pushing me off the couch like last time.”

She finally stopped fighting. “Why do you have to be so strong?”

“Because I’m the Golden Maknae.” He happily announced.

“Must be nice, Kook.”

He chuckled and got off her. “I actually wanted to talk to you about wrestling.”

“Oh really? What about it?” She sat up, fixing her hair.

“I know it’s early, but as you know, there’s going to be wrestling at ISAC. And there’s a 90% chance that you’ll be a part of it. I want to make sure you’re ready. I know how much you want to redeem yourself from last time.”

She fell during the running in her first appearance. He remembered how disappointed she looked that day and wanted to help her ever since. He knew how competitive she was. He was competitive too, and it was always disappointing to mess up and lose. He felt for her and knew how falling during the running relay shot down her self-esteem as she was nicknamed the black girl who fell.

“Really? You’d do that for me?”

“Of course. We can start in a few months, but I wanted to put it in your ear. If you’re able to take me down, these noonas you’ll face will be no match for you. First, I’ll show you to stand your ground, and then we’ll work on the wrestling.”

“Let’s do that! Thank you, I’m looking forward to it.” She beamed.

Although the training will give him an excuse to be extra close to her and show off his strength, he genuinely wants to see her win and prove that Miss Bangtan is a force to be reckoned with.

“I think it’s best to train early so when that time comes, you’ll be ready. So, we’re going to train extra hard in the gym now, okay?” He added.

“You got it.”

The horror movie seemed to still be playing while Jungkook looked around. “Surprised the hyungs aren’t back yet.”

“Yeah. I’m surprised Jin didn’t walk in on us like he always does.”

“Yeah, he usually interrupts us at the craziest times.”

Jungkook grabbed the pepero box, thinking about throwing it away but dug inside of it. “Oh wait, there’s one more stick.” He took the stick out. “We missed one. I guess you tried to beat me up for nothing.”

“Oh, I don’t regret beating you up.” She smiled innocently.

“Wow, Jennie.”

“Wow, Jungkook.”

“You’re mean.”

“Me? No, you’re mean. Let’s play again.”

“You’re on.”

“And don’t.” She playfully glared at him. “...cheat this time.”

“I wouldn’t call it cheating.” He shrugged with a smile.

“Uh huh. Don’t take the whole stick.”

“All right.”

“Jungkook, don’t.” She warned with a chuckle.

He giggled. "Okay, I promise.”

She placed the stick in her mouth and leaned in. He bit the other side as she started nibbling, initiating the game. To get him back for what he did, she stood up on her knees, placing a hand on his chest while leaning forward.

He widened his eyes at her sudden movements as he watched her bite off a large portion of the stick.

“Now we’re even.” She smiled victoriously and got off the couch, to go to the kitchen.

“What? Really, Jennie?” He huffed in annoyance, chewing the small piece he had in his mouth.

“Really.” She confirmed as she popped another bag of popcorn.

They finish the horror movie after rewinding it to the part they stopped at.

Jennie stretched. “I’m off to bed.”

“Yeah, I might as well turn in myself.”

“Actually, do you mind sleeping with me? I don’t want to be alone, tonight. I mean, if you’re cool with it.”

Jungkook stared at her seriously, before breaking out into a smile. “It’ll cost you.” He used her quote against her.

“Really?” She crossed her arms.

“Really.”

“I’ll grab my wallet then.” She joked as they shared a laugh.

“I’ll come in your room in a few.”

“Thank you.” She headed into her room.

Jungkook took the time to turn off the TV and place the dishes in the sink. He was happy that she asked him to sleep with her tonight. He looked forward to getting to hold her. It felt like a normal thing for the both of them since they’ve done it so often.

With Jennie, in bed, snuggled up in the covers, resting her eyes, she thought about what her sisters said.

‘I mean he’s just a baby to us but don’t YOU think he’s cute?’

Yeah, she did think he was cute. They were growing up, and it was clear that Jungkook was becoming more handsome as the months went by. Puberty was hitting the both of them like a truck as the baby fat on their faces was no longer there.

He thought she was cute too. He would call her pretty and other compliments. She should make an effort to do the same. Tell him how much he’s appreciated. She was always proud of him. Proud of how much he’s been improving his English, vocals and dancing. She should say it more often.

Laying there in her thoughts, she heard her door open and close as happiness filled her body. Looks like he stayed awake and remembered that she wanted his company in her room tonight. She felt the other side of her bed dipped as he got under the covers with her.

His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her to his chest as his body heat radiated to hers. As the night went on, she turned over and ended up watching him sleep. He looked so peaceful as she brushed some hair away.

Soon after, he opened his eyes, meeting hers. Nothing awkward, just a comfortable silence. It was like they were having a silent conversation with their eye contact.

“Thank you for everything.” She thought out loud in a soft voice. “Thanks for taking my mind off things, tonight. I hope you know that I’m always proud of you. I’m sorry I don’t say it often. I’ll make an effort to do so. Remember when you told me that you cherished me when you gave us our friendship rings? Well, I hope you know that I cherish you too. Always. Even for the little things.”

She leaned forward and kissed his forehead before snuggling against him. Jungkook stayed shooked for a moment, feeling his shyness come back. But a small smile came across his features as he held her, watching her sleep in his arms until he dozed off, minutes later.

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Title: Already Mine | ♞ | | ♚ || ♛ |

Genre: Dad! Seokjin, Mom! Reader, lovers to strangers!, strangers to lovers!, office worker! Seokjin, stay at home mom! reader, established relationship, fluff, angst, and smut

Summary: “I do.” Two simple words that changed her whole world. The man that gave her love that she never had before and a child that looked just like him with her eyes, a story for the ages. It wasn’t until the mornings changed and the warmth he once had turned cold. Nothing made sense but at the same time everything did. All she wanted was him but maybe that's not what he wants...

Warnings: Fighting, mentions of death, mentions of cheating, sex scenes, angst, fluff and romance

Flowers scattered on the red carpeted floor that led L/N Y/N to her future. The white lace on her skirt made everyone gaze in awe at her beauty and the freshly picked roses in her hands completed the scene. Sadly, no one noticed the blood that was dripping down her hands with each step she took. Her eyes began to water when she saw Kim Seokjin, her soon-to-be husband, crying at the sight of her. The I do’s echoed through the room as God witnessed another ceremony between two lovers but he knew their unfortunate future. Y/N didn’t notice the winds whispering warnings in her ear because the only thing she saw was Jin and their love. Nothing could break them…that’s what she thought a year ago, it’s tragic what time can do. It all started when the plus sign entered their lives.

Seokjin and Y/N had been together for eight years before getting married. Now being together for ten years and married for two, you would think everything was perfect. College sweethearts getting married and having a baby after their honeymoon, the picture perfect family. Everyone saw the smiles but no one saw the cracks, not even Y/N until it was too late.

Y/N woke up and glanced at the bedside next to her, empty. She looked away quickly not wanting to get so emotional early in the morning. She left the cold sheets and took a shower, the warm water can give her what she’s been missing. She stared at the white wall with a blank expression as the paint sent her comforting words. She closed her eyes and let the water drip down her body as her body shakes.

She immediately got dressed in sweats and a shirt (what was the point of dressing up anymore). She didn’t bother looking in the mirror, what was the point of getting disappointed? She walked into Jihan’s room to see that she was still sleeping. She smiled at this, a genuine one before it fell back into a frown. She sat in the white puffy chair and stared out the window. The morning fog wasn’t making her feel any better but then again, was there anything to feel in the first place?

She glanced down at her wedding ring and the happiness she once felt was now replaced with emptiness. She remembered Jin’s shaky hand placing the ring onto her finger and how they laughed about it at the reception with their family and friends. She slid the ring on and off, debating on taking it off for good. It wasn’t like he would notice and if he did, he would probably be gleeful. She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh before falling asleep in the chair with her ring falling to the floor.

A year ago

“You look beautiful, Y/N.”

She turned her head and smiled at Jin’s cousin, Jisoo. She glanced at the white lace on her skirt and gave her an unsure look, “Really? I-I just feel overwhelmed, that I don’t know.”

“Nonsense, you're the most beautiful girl here except for me of course.”

She let out a small laugh and stared at herself in the mirror, “There’s no doubt you're related to Jin.”

“Sadly, I am. Do you want me to leave so you can have a moment with your step dad?”

She looked at Jisoo through the glass and nodded her head, “Thank you.”

“Yeah, of course.”

She heard the door close and took out the locket that was hidden under the lace. She opened the heart shaped locket and smiled at the picture. It was the last picture she ever took with her step father or rather father. Her biological father left her when she was only two years old and her mother was devastated. It wasn’t until her mother met her step father when she was five that her life felt complete. He raised her like she was his own and she saw him as the missing piece in her life. A year ago, he was diagnosed with thyroid cancer and she hoped there was a chance to heal him but it was too late.

Jin was there with her at the funeral and she wondered if it was right to still have her wedding. She overheard some of her aunts saying it’s too soon to be dressed in white and that it's an omen. Her mother encouraged her to go forward with the wedding, “Papa would want you to be happy.”

She tilted her head at the locker and a smile appeared, “I hope you're looking down on me...I hope you're excited to see my future like I am. I’m nervous of course...who wouldn’t be but Jin...Jin is the perfect choice for me. I know how much you loved him and he loved you too papa. I love him so much and...I can’t wait to be his wife. I love you papa.”

She closed the locket and brought the gold heart to her lips as she placed a kiss on top of the heart. She heard a knock at the door and she turned around to see her mother with a wide smile, “Baby, you look beautiful.”

“Thank you mom. I was just talking to dad.”

She smiled at this and walked towards her daughter. She wrapped her arm over her shoulders and kissed her cheek, “He would be crying...he loved you in princess gowns. He used to say no matter what, she will always be my little princess. No matter what age.”

“I will always be his princess. Did you see Jin?”

“Yes, I did. I don’t think I’ve seen Jin so nervous before. It’s funny.”

Y/N let out a small laugh and kissed the top of her mom's head, “Don’t tease him. I’m nervous too.”

“Yeah but you being nervous is cute. Are you ready?”

She nodded her head and hand gently flattened out her skirt, “I’m ready...”

That familiar tune played throughout the church, the tune that made everyone stand up and look at the door with anticipation. She stared at the door through her veil and gently smiled. On the other side of the door was her future. The doors opened wide and she closed her eyes to take a deep breath before she started walking. Her white heels touched the rose petals that blended into the red carpet. She looked out to see their friends giving her wide grins and saw some of them having tears going down their faces. She moved her head towards the front and her eyes landed on the love of her life, Jin.

He was wearing his best black suit but she didn’t care about that because she was too focused on his tears. He looked at his best man, Min Yoongi, who could only laugh at his tears. She had to stop herself from crying (she spent too much money on her face to cry it off). When she made it to the front, she bowed at Jin’s parents who gave her a welcoming smile. Jin bowed at her mother and gently took her hand into his large ones. He looked down at her and gave her the happiest smile that she has ever seen on his face, “You look beautiful, Y/N.”

“And you look handsome, Jin.”

The priest gave them a smile as they made their way back. He let out a small cough and opened his book, “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the presences of these witnesses to join Seokjin and Y/N in matrimony commended to be honorable among all; and therefore is not to be entered into lightly but reverently, passionately, lovingly and solemnly. They have decided to live out the rest of their lives as one.”

The whole time, the couple only looked into each other’s eyes. Even though they had friends and families all around them, they didn’t care. In this moment, it was only them and the beautiful stars shining on them. All the moments they shared were all leading up to this moment, the moment that they say I do’s, Where they are each other’s until they take their last breaths.

“Y/N, did you hear?”

She quickly shook out of her thoughts and turned her head at the priest, “What? I’m sorry.”

The priest let out a small laugh, “You may now kiss the groom.”

She quickly turned her head and turned to Jin who was already leaning forward. She rolled her eyes at how slow he was going and grabbed his collar bringing him into her faster. Though the kiss was soft and romantic, it was clear that Jin was in control. His tongue sliding against hers as she brought her hands up to his chest. The whole room erupted in cheers and when they pulled away, Jin leaned forward placing a kiss on the tip of her nose, “I love you so much, Mrs. Kim.”

“Ditto, Mr. Kim.”

They both smiled at each other before turning towards the corwards of people. Jin grabbed her hand and raised both of their hands up in the air, “I JUST GOT MARRIED TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!”

She let out a laugh and looked at Jin, “I JUST GOT MARRIED TO MY FAVORITE STAR!”

Her saying that made her remember the moments they spent in college together. All the nights they spent together “studying”. When Jin heard this his face flushed as he remembered their college days under the stars. All their friends let out laughs as they watched the couple go down the aisle with happiness radiating off of them. When the door closed behind them, Jin brought her into another kiss and placed his forehead against hers, “You are the greatest thing that has happened to me, Kim Y/N.”

“It feels so unreal that I’m married to you.”

He let out a small laugh and kissed the side of her head, “I hope it was worth waiting for.”

“Great things take time and I would’ve waited forever for you.”

“No more waiting...let’s go take pictures before your mom yells at me.”

The couple stood next to a willow tree as they took pictures with their party and parents. Every picture they took, the pure happiness was felt through them. Her best friend and maid of honor, Lee Yujin, made her way towards her with champagne in her hand. They were taking a break from taking pictures and Y/N was sitting on a bench. She looked up and smiled at Yujin, “Hey you.”

“Hey, how are you doing?”

Y/N raised her eyebrow at this and let out a small laugh, “I got married to the love of my life, I’m doing great.”

“I was just asking because a couple of days ago you got into a fight with Jin.”

Y/N sighed and looked around to make sure no one was able to hear them, “Were okay. He texted me yesterday saying sorry.”

“Why did you guys fight?”

“We were discussing the house...he wanted to sell before the wedding and I told him there’s no point in doing that when the wedding was coming up fast. He didn’t like that...”

Yujin nodded her head and took a sip of her champagne, “Why does he want to sell it so fast?”

“Because we found another house and he already bought it. He wanted to move in after our honeymoon but he didn’t want to think about our old house when we moved. I get it, I do but you can’t rush things.”

“He probably just wants to start a new life as a married man. With new memories in the new house and forget about the bad memories in the old one. He is probably doing it for his own peace of mind.”

Y/N glanced towards Jin and nodded her head, “I suppose.”

“I just want you to be happy.”

Y/N’s head snapped at her friend and gave her a confused look, “I am happy.”

“I know. I just want everything to work out, that’s all.”

That conversation stayed in Y/N’s head. All through the reception, her memories went back to the fight. Every couple fought, it was bound to happen. She's been with Jin for eight years and things happen but what matters is how they fix it. The old house held so many memories, some good and bad but she took everything as a learning process. She understood why Jin wanted to move into the new house so fast, it's the start of a new chapter but you can’t rush writing. You’ll miss details that can make the chapter better.

The couple was sitting outside looking out to the small pond on a bench. Jin looked at her with a frown and leaned forward to whisper in her ear, “Are you okay baby?”

She blinked her eyes and turned towards him, “I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be?”

He kissed her cheek and shook his head, “I was just wondering if you were okay. Are you ready to go?”

Her smile that he fell in love appeared and she leaned forward giving him a quick kiss on the lips, “I just love to be with you. I don’t care where we go.”

“Oh? So, you don’t want to go to Japan?”

“I never said that.”

He let out a small laugh and kissed under her ear, “We deserve a vacation.”

“We do, you’ve been working so hard at the office, Jinnie. I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you baby. You helped me through everything.”

“Hey lovebirds! We're going to have a final toast, let’s go!”

They turned their heads to see Yoongi giving them a small smirk with his hands in his pocket. They looked at each other with small smiles on their faces as Jin leaned down and placed a kiss on her nose, “We’re coming!”

The couple sat in the plane with others but they didn’t notice the loud chatters. They were lucky enough to get these seats in the first place. They were having trouble affording the plane ride but his parents came in and helped with everything. His parents paid for the plane ride and the hotel while Y/N’s parents paid for some of the activities in Japan. The couple didn’t want this but their parents saw them struggling with the wedding itself, they wanted to give them some relief for the new chapter. Also unknowingly to the couple, the parents were taking care of their old house to sell it before they came back.

Y/N walked into the hotel first with wide eyes. The hotel was the perfect size for them, it wasn’t too big nor was it too small. She rolled her bag in and ran towards the window with Jin looking at her with an amused look. She ripped open the curtains and the city lights shined against her pupils, “Wow!”

Jin let out a small laugh and placed his bag next to hers. He slowly made his way towards her but with each step he took, he admired the way the lights highlighted her body. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her cheek, “It’s beautiful but it doesn’t compare to you.”

She rolled her eyes at him and smacked his hand gently, “Jin, shut up. So cheesy.” She unwrapped his arms and he watched with a confused face. She turned her body towards him and gave him a small smile before she grabbed his face and kissed him. He smiled through the kiss and wrapped his arms around her waist as they savored the kiss. She kissed the tip of his nose and headed to the bathroom with a teasing smile. He knew what she was doing. He watched her like a predator and he made his way towards her. Before she could go inside, he grabbed her wrist and pinned her against the wall. She blinked her eyes at him and gave him an innocent look, “Jin, are you okay?”

“You made me crazy today. Just seeing you in your wedding dress...” He brought his hand to her throat and gently squeezed it, making her whine at his rough touch, “Fuck, baby. I’ve been waiting for so long to be your husband.”

“And I’ve been waiting to be your wife.”

He pulled her in a kiss and slid his tongue into her mouth making her moan. Her hands went into his hair, tugging at the dark threads as he kissed her harder. Jin moved a bit and leaned them against the nightstand. He lifted her up and pushed everything off the table to place her on it. He stood between her legs and she felt his hard cock against her thigh. Her hand slowly slid down to his chest and hips before pulling him closer by his belt loops.

He let out a small moan and stopped kissing her neck when he felt the small friction. His hands slowly moved towards the back of her dress but she grabbed his wrist. She shook her head at him and glanced at the bed, “Were not going to fuck on the nightstand. It’s too uncomfortable.”

“Whatever my wife wants, she gets.”

She smiled at this and pushed him away gently. She unzipped her dress slowly and he watched with wondering eyes. As she slid out her dress, he groaned when he saw his favorite lace against her skin, “Baby, fuck.” When the dress hit the floor, he pulled her closer to him and she let out a moan. She felt his cock against her and he pressed harder into her making her moan louder, “You feel that? Only you make me feel this way.”

“Jinnie, please...”

“Who?”

“Daddy...please, I need you.”

He nodded his head and picked her up bridal style before throwing her onto the bed. She let out a small laugh but that laugh quickly turned into a moan. He tugged at her underwear and he began to kiss her thighs very slowly, teasing her. Without warning, he licked over her clit. She grabbed his head out of shock and moaned loudly. He looked up at her and smirked when he saw the bliss out look. He pushed two fingers into her and she threw her head back with her eyes closed. Before she felt herself let go, he pulled away.

She frowned at this but to ignore her from the sudden disappointment, she watched him take off his clothes. When his boxers hit the floor, she watched him pleased himself a bit. She bit her lip and shook her head at this, “Jin, you should know...that’s my job.”

She sat up and leaned forward, replacing his hand with hers. She looked at his closed eyes and smirked to herself. She spit on his tip and continued to stroke him at a slow pace. She pulled him in a kiss as she continued to stroke him. When her thumb slid over his tip, Jin couldn’t help but moan into her mouth.

He broke the kiss and gently pushed back onto the bed, “Fuck, baby.” He pushed her hand away and slid himself up and down her pussy, wetting himself and teasing her, “Please daddy.”

He let out a small chuckle and nodded his head, “Whatever my baby wants.” They locked eyes and within the stare, she felt all the love from him and the safety that she once lost was restored with his touch. After years of being with him, she was not truly his. He smiled at her and leaned forward to place a quick kiss on her forehead. Her chest warmed at his silent affection and he pushed himself into her. He began slowly as he leaned forward and placed gentle kisses on her face. She turned her head and they shared a passionate kiss that could make anyone blush. His thrusts were becoming hard and deep now, something she was used to. She dug her nails into his arms and he let out a moan. He leaned forward placing a kiss on her neck, collar bones and then to the tops of her breast. He pushed down her bra and bit one of her nipples, making her fingers go to his hair, “You feel so fucking good.”

“D-Daddy, you feel s-so good!”

“Cum for me baby.”

His hand went down to her clit, rubbing it without any mercy making her moan loudly. Within no time, she came over his dick and her legs shook violently. He came right after her and everything stood still. He wanted to curse at himself at what he just did. He didn’t mean to cum into her but she felt so good that he couldn’t pull away. Y/N was on birth control and there’s always plan b waiting to be bought in the store, it’s fine. He placed a kiss on her neck and she pushed some hair from his wet forehead, “Mrs. Kim, was I too rough?”

“No, Mr. Kim. You were perfect. Always perfect.”

The bliss of her honeymoon can be seen on her face and the small bruises that were hidden away. She stared outside of the airport’s window as the memories hit her once more. Walking around Japan and eating the cuisine was on Jin’s bucket list since forever. She was happy that she was able to do that for him. He brought her to the sea and the two watched the waves crash into each other like a painting. Her mind drifted back to the hot spring incident...

She felt his nails in her skin as he held her by her thighs. Her back was pressed against a rock in the private hotspring. The sound of water was splashing with every movement from them and she felt bad but it quickly disappeared when she felt his cock. His lips moved to her breast and he began to suck while her wet fingers went into his hair, “My wife.”

“My husband...” her soft pants echoed in the room and their eyes met. They looked into their eyes and saw each other's souls as the stars above them hid away with red faces. Even though they were in the water, he could feel just how wet she was. He brought up one of his hands and gently placed it on her cheek. He gave her a soft smile before leaning forward pressing his lips against hers. Both of their tongues danced with each other as she brought his body closer to hers. His chest was pressed against hers and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Small breaths escaped from between them as he continued his attack on her lips, “I love you so much, Y/N.”

“J-Jin~.”

She softly moaned before his lips attached to hers again, wanting to savor her moan. The thrust that was steady was now becoming sloppy. Jin felt himself coming and it was more intense then the night before. He broke away from the kiss and he watched as her orgasm took over her, he always loved watching her cum. The warm sensation from his cum was slowly dripping out of her as she tried her best to catch her breath. He leaned forward and placed his forehead against her shoulder as he let out a small laugh, “I-I wasn’t expecting to fuck here.”

“M-Me neither.”

“Y/N, did you hear me?”

She quickly snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Jin with a confused look, “Huh?”

He let out a laugh and shook his head. He gently hit the top of her head with the tickets as she pouted at him, “I said, there's a surprise when we get home.”

“A surprise?”

“Yeah...our parents love to conspire together.”

She let out a small sigh and nodded her head, “Especially our mothers...I hope they don’t do anything crazy.”

“Y/N, it's our mothers. They probably did something crazy.”

“H-Have some faith!”

His eyes widened and then reached into his pocket. She watched with curious eyes but decided not to say anything. He pulled out a cherry blossom charm and gave her a wide smile, “I thought of you when I saw this...I know we couldn’t afford a lot of souvenirs but I wanted you to have this.”

Eyes looked at the charm and she felt her heartbeat quicken. She felt her eyes creating tears and she gently grabbed the charm, “J-Jin...I love it.”

He smiled at her and sat next to her. He placed his hand on her knee and kissed her cheek, “I wish I could give you more...”

“No, this is everything to me. I love it so much, Jinnie.”

“One day, you’ll be covered with diamonds.”

She shook her head and kissed the tip of his nose, “I don’t care about that. As long as we're together then we’ll be okay.”

“Even if you married a poor office worker?”

“I don’t care about that. I love you for you, forever.”

Before he could say anything to her, the voice on the loudspeaker caught his attention, “Flight 347 is boarding now.”

“Baby, we need to go.”

“Okay.”

They walked towards their plane and what they didn’t know was going back home was going to change their relationship forever.

Five months later

Silence. It wasn’t comforting, especially during the night. It just made things worse. Jin was overworking because of a project that was recently given to him. Y/N was actually looking for a job during their period of being in their new home. When they got home from the honeymoon, their parents surprised them with a sold sign on their old house. They were so happy that Jin started crying. He felt secured with the extra amount of money that they got but that security quickly slipped away. There were some things in the house that needed to be redone.

The bathroom downstairs needed a lot of repairs. The toilet wasn’t working and the shower was having issues with plumbing. The master bedroom, the wooden floor was cracking and the walls had cracks in them. They had no idea what happened in the months of the house being prepared for them but whatever happened made everything worse. Jin made it clear that he didn’t want any help from his parents or from hers. He wanted this to be done with themselves, no help but Y/N was worried. It was a lot of stress to put on themselves but it was going to work out, it always does.

Tonight, Y/N was actually feeling really sick. Two weeks in a row that Y/N was feeling extremely weak and kept throwing up, no matter what she did. She told Jin it was just a stomach flu and it wasn’t that serious but today it felt different. She called Yujin over and she put everything down to come see her. Y/N was very appreciative.

Yujin walked in the bedroom with a worried look and dropped her purse to the floor to sit next to her on the bed, “Y/N, we should take you to the hospital.”

“No...Jin would get more worried and stressed, I can’t do that to him.”

“Jin can fuck off right now because your super sick. You need to look after yourself right now.”

She sighed and glanced at the clock. She saw it was only two and looked back at her friend. She nodded her head and slowly sat up, “I think I should go.”

“You should listen to me more.”

“Shut up.”

Remember that thought about silence, it was happening again. The silence in the hospital room made Yujin walk out when she saw the blank expression on Jin’s face. Yujin clapped her hands in excitement and even Y/N looked excited but it all changed when Jin’s silence creeped up on them. The excitement disappeared and what was left was fear. Jin ran his hand through his hair as Y/N glanced down at her pants, she hated silence.

“J-Jin...everything is going-”

“No, it’s not.”

She glanced up at him with a shocked face and she saw the anger on his face. She shook her head gently and looked at him with confusion, “Why are you so angry? This was bound to happen...”

“I didn’t think it was going to happen so quickly.”

She scoffed at him and looked at the white walls praying it would give her comfort, “What are you saying?”

“Y/N, we just bought a house. Shit, it wasn’t even us who bought it. All our lives we had our parents helping us but now we are going to have a baby. You think we can do that.”

She whipped her head at him and gave him a stern look, “Yes I do. I think we can do it because no matter what troubles-”

“Stop with the bullcrap.”

She scoffed again and looked at the monitor next to her with anger on her face, “This isn’t bullcrap...this is our child we're talking about, Jin.”

“Well excuse me for not being ready. Financially it's going to be hard, do you have any idea how hard it's going to be!?”

She looked at him and her glare hardened, “Yes I do know how hard it's going to be. That’s why I was looking for a job.”

“Apparently you didn't look hard enough.”

“Excuse me!”

He scoffed at her anger and stood up from his chair to point at her, “You told me don’t worry, I'm going to help you. You think getting pregnant is helping me!?”

“You're the one that got me pregnant! News flash, that's biology.”

“I can’t do this right now.”

He gathered his things in a hurry and Y/N slowly jumped down from the bed with her arms crossed, “You're running away? You can’t just run away from this Jin.”

“Don’t tell me what to do. I need to be away from you.”

“Same here.”

She watched him walk out and she hugged herself to have some comfort. She wanted to cry but nothing was coming out. She heard the door open and she saw Yujin with a concerned look, “Y/N...”

She let out a small laugh and covered her face, “He wasn’t happy...”

Yujin rushed to her side and wrapped her arms around her waist as Y/N started crying in her chest, “Y/N, it's going to be okay...”

“How can he just leave me like that? I’m his pregnant wife.”

“Don’t think about it for now. Let’s go back to my place and relax.”

“Okay, that sounds fun.”

“Yeah see, fun.”

Yujin collected her bag and Y/N’s coat that was thrown on a chair. She didn’t even realize she tossed it to the side, at least she understands the feeling. They slowly walked out of the building as Y/N looked out into the opening with a blank expression. She was so excited to hear that she was pregnant and it made sense with her fairy tale that she wrote in her head with Jin. She knew they were having money trouble but things will pass, you just have to be patient.

Jin drove to the one place that he felt that he was welcomed at this moment. He knocked on the door and Taehyung raised his eyebrow at his older brother, “Dude what are you doing here?”

“I needed a break…”

“Trouble in paradise.” Taehyung let out a small laugh but he stopped when he saw the depressed look on his face. “Oh…damn. Come in. The guys are here.”

Great. He let out a deep sigh and walked into the house to see all his friends sitting on the couch with beers in their hands. He took off his shoes and rubbed the back of his neck roughly. Taehyung saw this and frowned at him, “What happened?”

“Let’s sit down before I say anything. Can I have a beer?”

“Aren't you driving back?”

Jin shook his head and headed towards the living room. The first person that saw him was Namjoon, “Jin? What are you doing here?”

“Before I say anything, I need some alcohol in my body.”

Jimin handed him a beer with a raised eyebrow, “That means something bad happened.”

Jin grabbed the beer and took a large gulp, making the others watch with wide eyes. He placed the drink on the table and let out a loud sigh, “Y/N’s pregnant.”

Yoongi smiled at this and put his beer up in the air, “Congratulations.”

Jin scoffed and leaned back on the couch, “It's not a good thing.”

Jungkook looked at everyone with a confused look and then back at Jin, “Isn’t that a good thing though?”

“It's not a good thing. We can barely afford the house we have now and fixing it up is making us lose more money.”

Hoseok took a drink and nodded his head, “Why don’t you talk to your dad then?”

“No. I don’t need help.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes and took a chip from the bowl, “Why don’t you take the CEO position that dad wants you to take? It would help you out.”

“I want to do things by myself now. I’m married, I need to support Y/N, myself.”

Yoongi scoffed at this and shook his head, “So you left Y/N to support her?”

“Shut up...”

“Does Y/N know about the CEO position?”

Jin glanced at Namjoon and shook his head, “No...I never told her.”

“I think you should rethink that choice, hyung. It could help you guys...think about it.”

“Fine, I'll think about it.”

The next morning, Y/N entered the house to see Jin sitting in the living room drinking his tea. She sucked in a breath and closed the door quietly, hoping he didn’t hear anything. She slowly put her purse on the table and was slowly going upstairs but his soft voice stopped her halfway, “Y/N...”

She turned her head and glanced at him with a frown, “What?”

“We need to talk.”

She scoffed at this and crossed her arms over her chest, “Now you want to talk? You ran away from me.”

“Y/N, please don’t make this hard.”

She rolled her eyes and went back down stairs with an annoyed look. She sat on the loveseat next to Jin with her arms crossed, “Talk.”

He took a deep sigh and placed his tea on the coffee table. He rubbed his hands together, clearly showing he was nervous to talk to her, “I’m sorry for how I acted...I’m just stressed with everything. We can barely afford this house and just thinking about a child on top of everything...it will make everything harder. I honestly thought we would have a kid in a year or two, it feels too early but I can’t do anything to change this. We’ll get through this together.”

“Your making it sound like having a child is the worst thing, Jin.”

He shook his head and looked at her with a blank expression, “It's not the worst thing...it’s just inconvenient. I’ll get more hours to get us more money to provide for them.”

“Jin, you should also spend time with them. You're their father.”

“Y/N, I’ll be home at night...even if I’m not at home all that much, I'll make time for them.”

“Jin, promise me.”

“I promise.”

Present day

Sometimes promises are meant to be broken and even if it hurts, there was nothing she could do about it. She opened her eyes and cracked her neck, she didn't even know how long she was asleep. She glanced outside to see the fog was gone and was replaced with the bright sun. She quickly jumped out of the chair and went to the crib to see Jihan gone, her heart dropped. She quickly looked around for any hints of where she was but nothing. She made her way downstairs and saw Jin feeding Jihan but he wasn’t talking to her. He was just feeding her. She didn’t even hear the front door open. She let out a sigh of relief and headed into the kitchen making Jihan eyes widen at her. Jihan made grabby hands towards her and she smiled at her. She walked past Jin and quickly picked up Jihan from the high chair, “Hello my baby.”

Jihan let out a small giggle and she glanced at Jin who was looking at her with a blank expression. The smile that was on her face was replaced with a frown. She bowed her head at him in an awkward manner, “G-Good morning.”

“You fell asleep in her room?”

She wanted to scoff at him but she looked down at Jihan with a smile. She didn’t say anything to him and walked into the living room, ignoring his stare. She sat Jihan on the floor with her toys and smiled when she saw her playing with her blocks. Y/N turned on the television and let the Ads echoed through the silent room.

She took her phone out and saw that Yujin sent her text. She immediately clicked it but her eyes quickly widened at the image on her screen. It was a picture of Jin with a woman at an office, an office that she didn’t recognize. She was beautiful. She had healthy black hair that reached mid back and enough make-up to highlight her beauty, not cover it. Everything made sense. The long nights of being alone and the mornings where she had conversations with the fog was finally making sense. Jin didn’t love her anymore. She glanced down at her hand and saw that her ring was gone but she didn’t bother getting up to look for it. What was the point?

She felt a presence next to her and she glanced to see Jin drinking his coffee. She wanted to slap him, after everything they’ve been through. He cheated on her. She shouldn’t be so shocked. The love that was there was now dying and on its last breath. She realized that they were both tired...so tired of trying, that’s why conversations between the two of them were nonexistent. He never looked at her like he used to, she should’ve seen this coming but even the fools have hope and dreams. She felt like throwing up but she ignored this.

Jin glanced at her and placed his mug on the table, “On Saturday, we're having a party. We're making an announcement and I was wondering if you would like to come with me?”

She scoffed mentally and looked at Jihan, “Who’s watching Jihan?”

“Hoseok and Jimin.”

“I guess I’ll go...”

Jin nodded his head and sighed to himself. He knew he’s been a horrible husband but he was busy with so much that he always took it out on Y/N. He saw how tired she was with taking care of Jihan by herself basically and he hated that. Jihan barely recognized him and it hurt him. Even though he wasn’t the most excited at having a baby, seeing Jihan changed his life. She was the perfect mixture of them but it was clear she had Y/N’s personality. Jin picked up his mug and glanced down at her hand. His heart dropped a bit but he couldn’t blame her. He didn’t treat her like his wife, why would she wear the ring?

She glanced at herself in the mirror and the forest green silk dress looked beautiful on her skin. It was one of the few dresses that fit her still from having Jihan. She glanced down at her empty hand and sighed. She glanced at her wedding ring on her table and she heard the mockery. Putting on the ring used to be the greatest feeling but now it just felt so much work. She picked up the ring and frowned at the silver band, it was a pity because the ring was beautiful with beautiful memories attached to it. Too bad those memories only hurt her. She placed the ring back on the table and stood up to put her heels on.

The bathroom door opened and it revealed Jin wearing a pristine black suit. He was fixing his cuffs and even though her feelings were mixed towards him, he looked handsome. He didn’t even have to try to look so handsome. She quickly looked away when he lifted his head, not wanting to make eye contact right now.

“I always loved that dress on you.”

She nodded her head but continued to buckle her heels, “Thank you...”

It was awkward between the two. It was so awkward that even Jihan could pick it up and she wasn’t even one yet. Jin looked at her and a smile painted on his face. That green dress held memories, it was the dress that he proposed to her in. He remembers that day like it was yesterday...

“Jin, why do you keep wiping your hands on your pants? Are you okay?”

How was he going to answer that? The reason why he kept doing that was because he was so nervous. He was nervous because he was finally going to pop that question, will you marry me? He’s been saving up his money for this ring and he was excited but also extremely nervous. He knew he wanted to marry her after the third date but what if she didn’t feel the same. He let out a small cough and took a sip of tea, “It’s hot.”

She looked around the cafe with a raised eyebrow, “Jin, it's winter.”

“The heater is high, that’s why.”

“Do you want me to ask to turn it down?”

He shook his head and let out a small laugh, “No, baby. I’m fine...but I do have a question to ask.”

She tilted her head at him with a curious look, “Go on.”

He sighed to himself and put his hand in his coat pocket, making sure he had the box ready. He glanced at her and smiled, “You're the greatest thing that has happened to me. You made the nights easier with just a simple touch...Every day the confusion I had towards life disappears and I see clarity whenever I see you. In a world full of darkness, you always made sure there was light...my favorite star, will you marry me?”

He took out the ring and Y/N glanced down at the ring with wide eyes. Tears were forming as she was speechless for the first time in her life. A single tear dropped and she glanced at him with a smile, “J-Jin...of course. I will marry you!”

They sat in the car with the radio being the conversation between them. She glanced at the window and watched the city lights paint the night sky as Jin drove the car. She missed his touches during every car ride they would share. The way he placed his hand on her knee that sent shivers down her spine was now replaced with shivers out of sadness. She missed him so much and it hurt even more because he was next to her. That’s when her mind decided to take control of her mouth, when her thoughts became too much, “Let’s get a divorce.”

Jin’s eyes widened at this and stopped the car roughly at the stop light. He glanced at her to see her staring out the window still, “Y/N what?”

“I said...let’s get a divorce. After this party, we should discuss a divorce.”

“Y/N, no. We don’t need to discuss that...”

“Why do you want to keep suffering? I already know you have someone else in your life...it would be easier to let me go and I do the same before the hurt gets worse.”

He looked at her with confusion and shook his head, “I only have you in my life, Kim Y/N.”

“If you say so...I still want to talk about a divorce.”

“Y/N-” He was cut off with a horn behind him and cursed underneath his breath. He drove the car forward but it was hard when he was stopping the tears from trailing down. Y/N is his everything, the love of his life...he can’t picture his life without her. The past few months have been hard but divorce...he couldn’t let that happen. He shook his head and turned the car to the side and parked it.

“What are-”

“I don’t want a divorce.”

Y/N turned her head to glance at him and her eyes widened when she saw tears falling down his face. She wanted to reach out to wipe them away but she thought that would be inappropriate to do that. She stood there frozen as she watched him cry, “Jin...”

“I-I know it's been hard...I’ve been working so hard to transform into a CEO for us...to give us a better life.”

She looked at him with a confused look and furrowed her eyebrows, “CEO?”

He nodded his head and wiped his tears away, “This whole time I’ve been working for the new CEO position that I’m taking. That was the big announcement...I wanted to surprise you but I knew that it wouldn’t fix anything between us I-I-I...”

“Jin take a deep breath.”

He did what he was told and leaned forward grabbing her hands, “Y/N, I-I can’t lose you. I’ll never stop loving you no matter what. If we fight through this, we’ll be stronger together. I already have you but I-I want to know you again. I can’t control you or what your heart will decide but just know I will never stop loving you. No matter what.”

She stared at him with a frown and her heart felt the jump that she hasn’t felt in a long time. She glanced down at the dress skirt and let a tear drop, “Give me time to think...”

He bit his lip and nodded his head as he let more tears come down, “O-Okay...”

The car drive was filled with silent tears that gave the rain against the window competition. Y/N glance at the dark sky with her face covered with tears, thank god she didn’t wear make up tonight. Jin wasn’t better but he was better at hiding his tears that she didn’t even know if he was crying. When the car stopped, they both took a deep breath and got out of it. Everything was slow motion. When she got out of the car her eyes immediately went to Jin who was already looking at her. She quickly looked away from his gaze and grabbed her coat. They made their way into the great hall and Jin kept glancing down at her hand with pure sadness, “Is that why you took off your ring?”

She looked at him with wide eyes and hid her hand under her coat, “You noticed?”

“I notice everything about you...even the things you think I wouldn't.”

“Mr. Kim.”

She glanced to see the woman from the picture smiling at the two of them. She glared at the woman but Jin didn’t notice. He bowed his head and gave her a smile, “Y/N, this is Min Sejeong, my assistant for my new CEO position.”

Sejeong turned towards Y/N and bowed her head at her, “Good evening, Mrs. Kim.”

Y/N forced a smile on her face and bowed her head at her, “Good evening, Mrs. Min.”

Sejeong glanced at Jin and smiled, “We need to go to the stage and get ready for the announcement, sir.”

“A-Ah of course. Neh, Y/N..sit in the front. It's reserved for you.”

She didn’t say anything and she didn’t even nod her head at him. She just walked towards the table ignoring their stares. Sejeong looked at him and sighed, “Still trouble?”

“It’s going to be fixed, don’t worry.”

Y/N went towards the table and her eyebrow furrowed when she saw Yoongi sitting there drinking his whiskey. She quickly made her way towards him and sat there with shock, “Yoon?”

He turned his head at her and smiled, “Ah, Y/N. It feels like it's been forever since I saw you.”

“You know where I live...”

He rolled his eyes and set his glass on the table, “Don’t be a smartass.”

“What are you doing here?”

“My wife is introducing Jin as the new CEO.”

“WIFE!?”

Yoongi winced at her yell and nodded his head, “Yes my wife...”

She smacked his shoulder and glared at him, “When did you get married? Why wasn’t I invited to the wedding?”

“I got married last year and it was at the courthouse. Jin didn’t even know I was married until last month.”

She shook her head and looked down at the table with shock, “S-So...Jin’s not cheating on me?”

“Jin? Cheating on you? Never, he loves you too much to do that.”

“You must know the hard time we're going through right now...”

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of his whiskey, “I know but I know Jin would never cheat on you. He’s been cold to everyone because he's been busy with his CEO shit. Don’t worry, I already yelled at him for that.” She let out a small laugh and took a sip of her water as Yoongi smiled at her, “Every couple has their rough patches...it's how you fix or change things to make the relationship better. I know Jin loves you, he loves you so much that he swallowed his pride and asked his father for the CEO position.”

Her eyes widened and looked at Yoongi, “H-He did that?”

“Yeah, I’m not saying this to forgive him. I’m saying it because it's the truth, it doesn’t excuse his actions though. He wants to give you everything in this world, Y/N...that man loves you so much it's disgusting.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

After the announcement, Y/N grabbed Jin’s hand and headed out to the balcony and they didn’t care that it was raining. She looked at him with tears going down, “I-I don’t want to lose you Jin.”

“Y-Y/N.”

“Let me talk...” He nodded his head at her and she grabbed his hands gently, “I already have you but I feel like things got in the way. I feel like I don’t know you anymore. I miss you even though you were so close to me, at one point you were next to me and I still missed you. I-I wanna know you again...I want to restart with you...Jin, I-I-I...I love you. We have to restart for Jihan and us.”

He leaned forward and placed his forehead against hers and nodded his head, “I’ll do anything for us...our family means everything to me. I-I’m sorry that I’ve been a horrible husband and father...you guys don’t deserve that.”

“That’s the past...let’s focus on the future. We’ll get through this and win.”

“Y/N, do you want to be my wife?”

She smiled and her hot breath was against his cold wet lips, “Yes.”

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twinkle - ot7 x reader

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summary: she had just wanted attention, that’s why she kept texting the strange number, updating him on everything in her life. little did she know how dangerous this relationship actually was. it had been jimin’s idea to kidnap the girl, but the ability to travel across the world to actually do it had been all hoseok’s doing. convenient how some things work, right? they knew that they were destined to have their baby with them, whether she wanted it or not.

tags/warnings: kidnapping, forced age regression, spanking, noncon, mafia au, drug use, stockholm syndrome, caregiver!bts, little!reader, nonsexual, diapers, panic attacks, fluff and angst, sickfic, referenced child abuse, unrequited love

a/n: i wrote this fic in 2018 on ao3 and wattpad, but im putting it here for archival reasons ♡

Yoongi was awoken by loud screams coming from the nursery. At first, he tried to ignore it, hoping someone who was fully awake would calm her down. Whoever was in there obviously was not succeeding at keeping the girl quiet, and Yoongi decided to place matters into his own hands.

Throwing the door open, the blonde was met with the sight of Jin attempting to change Ophelia, who was fighting the older man at almost every move he made. Jin held Ophelia's wrists on her stomach, the other hand trying to remove her pajama bottoms. Ophelia had rolled herself onto her side on the edge of the changing table, the only the keeping her from falling off being Jin's own body. With a loud sigh, Yoongi violently slammed the door shut, causing two sets of eyes to now look at him.

Ophelia froze up, looking at the blonde in fear. Jin had previously warned her that she would wake 'Daddy' up if she continued being so loud, and that he would not be happy to be woken up after working all night. Ophelia had called bullshit then, but now that she was face-to-face with the rather short yet intimidating man, she suddenly feared for her life.

Wordlessly, he approached. Jin sent Ophelia a look that said 'I told you so' as he let go of her, standing off to the side as to not interfere. Once Yoongi was standing over the smaller girl, she suddenly became aware of just how childish she had previously been acting.

Yoongi grabbed her ankles and lifted them up, exposing her bottom in the process. Before Ophelia could realize what was going on, heavy smacks were laid across the exposed skin, the sound alone causing her face to redden in embarrassment. She hid her face in her arm as tears started to fall after a dozen smacks or so.

Seeing as she was compliant now, Yoongi quickly changed her out of her sleep clothes and into a legless purple and white onesie and a diaper. Ophelia still had her face in the crook of her arm, refusing to look at Yoongi nor letting anyone look at her. Yoongi couldn't hear her small sobs (due to her arm muffling them) until he had picked her up into his arms, bouncing her gently to soothe her. He whispered softly to her and gave small kisses to her temple, but she would not settle in his arms. Ophelia, not wanting to be held by her abuser, reached a hand out towards Jin. While she didn't want to be with either of them, the taller man seemed more preferable, considering he hadn't caused her any physical pain so far.

Jin felt his heart actually break when Ophelia reached out to be held by him, a red-rimmed and puffy eye peeking out from Yoongi shoulder almost begging him to take her. He quickly put her in his own arms, and Ophelia immediately clung to him, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. Jin gently rocked her to calm her down.

"I think someone needs a nap," Yoongi said, stroking Ophelia's pink hair before placing a kiss to the top of her head.

"She woke up from one just now," Jin clarified, noting how Ophelia seemed uncertain of Yoongi's touch. She was torn between pulling away from the affection and taking it in, further reminding Jin of just how little love the girl had received before right now. "Jimin said she hasn't eaten breakfast just yet. I think she's just hungry. Are you hungry, baby?"

All Jin got in response was a shaky breath followed by a choked sob.

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this is us ~ jjk | 15

let's have that baby, shall we?

✨ title: this is us | (sequel to all grown up) ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | ✨ rating: m/18+ | minors dni ✨ genre/au: drama, romance, angst, fluff, smut | est!relationship, age gap, bff's younger brother ✨ playlist | AO3 & Wattpad ✨ a/n: if you haven’t read the prequel to this, please do so here! :) ✨ a/n 2: wowieeee! tumblr has caught up and now readers here will have to wait for my sporadic updates 🙃 i apologize in advance lol. we only have a few more chapters left before their journey ends :'( but i have some fun things planned for when it's over. stay tuned.

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chapter fifteen - here comes baby | wc: 5.4k warnings: language, alcohol consumption, depressing thoughts, self deprecation (oc has hit rock bottom, okay?), tears + angst (obvs)

~ three weeks since the breakup ~

Work was work, and it distracted you about everything Jeon Jungkook. After everyone had left, you sat in the writer's room, realizing it was the first time in a long time that you felt truly alone. You jumped from relationship to relationship to fill the void left by loneliness, but each breakup made it worse, and this one was the worst of them all.

You even avoided Yuna and Namjoon's because you wanted to avoid seeing Jungkook's face in family photos. Along with avoiding the newlyweds, Hyunie and Tae would just give you pitiful stares and pouts. You didn't dare to cross Jin because you were afraid he'd tell you how Jungkook was doing in LA and maybe even mention Alex.

But alas, you could only bury yourself in work for so long until it was time to head home.

Lights didn't exist in your life for the past two weeks, convincing yourself you were trying to save money on your energy bill, but you knew the real reason–the darkness on the outside reflected what you were feeling on the inside.

The brown box sat in the corner of your entryway, greeting you as you entered and exited. You considered throwing it away without looking at it, but something inside you wasn't ready to let go. If you'd thrown it away, you'd have contemplated its contents for far too long, berating yourself because what if there was something important in there? So leaving it in the corner until you were ready to look through it was a better option.

You blame the half-empty bottle of wine sitting next to the box on your coffee table. The alcohol coursing through your veins causes you to become sentimental and unable to think clearly. It's just a stupid box, but why were you so afraid to look through it?

It wasn't heavy or anything; it was pretty light. Perhaps Jungkook had thrown away a lot of things he didn't want to bring to LA. You understood, though, because you'd want to start over, fresh, new, with no baggage. Who would want to bring bad memories to a new place?

The wine glass was calling your name again, so you took another sip, finished it, and set it down. You closed your eyes and sighed as you ran your hand through your hair. It's now, or never, you reasoned. 'Never' sounded better, but you knew it couldn't be true.

Come on, you said to yourself, it's just a box. It's not that fucking hard.

You averted your gaze, your hand digging around for what appeared to be a pair of glasses. And you were correct when you examined it. They were your favorite pair, and you had been looking for them for a long time. That's where you left them, then.

You set them down and continued rummaging through the box, this time paying attention to the mementos. There was a dried peony from your first official date when he decorated Jin's rooftop, a mug the two of you painted together, with the tasteful side being Jungkook's and the not-so-pretty side being yours, and a few books and items of clothing.

A black binder clip held the last thing you took out together. You cocked your head, unsure what it could be, and it snapped as you unclipped it, causing you to yelp as it flew across the table, rattling against the mug. Fortunately, it did not break.

The couple in the polaroid was almost unrecognizable. They appeared younger, happier, and full of life and joy—all of which you lacked at the time. Your attention was drawn to the neat handwriting on the bottom–1 month.

You moved on to the next polaroid–two months. The next one was labeled three months, and so on, until you got to the last one, which was labeled nine months with a question mark. Except you weren't in the picture; only Jungkook was. You had to recall your relationship timeline and remember when you proposed a break. You could only imagine how Jungkook felt throughout it all, and you admitted to yourself that you put him through a lot. It wasn't fair to keep him at bay, but you couldn't figure out what you wanted if he were there to persuade you.

He didn't appear happy in the photo, rather tired. But you couldn't stand looking at it any longer. It was too painful to look at that last polaroid of him by himself, so you flipped it over, along with the rest of the polaroids, unsure what to do with them.

After going through the rest of the box containing small trinkets, you could probably throw them away. You half-expected to find your boudoir session photo album in there. But he might have burned it, as you would. Although a small voice in your head told you, he kept it. Your heart fluttered at the thought of him pulling it out to look at it now and then—heck, you even did it when you needed an ego boost. However, he'd be looking at it for different reasons. Regardless, you'll never know what happened to it, and you wouldn't dare to ask if he still had it.

Picking up the wine bottle, you didn't bother to pour it into your glass. The percentage of the wine didn't hit double digits, but you were a weak bitch tonight and grabbed a Moscato, which was practically a sweet and sugary drink packaged in a pretty wine bottle and label. Maybe your emotions were heightened because you sucked at holding your liquor, but you wanted to drown yourself in whatever was left remaining in the bottle.

You wiped the dribble of wine from your chin and grimaced as you inhaled the alcohol. Maybe you shouldn't have done it, but you were sick of feeling anything and desire to be numb.

You stood, leaving everything as it was, and shuffled to the bedroom, not bothering to clean it up. As you crawled beneath the covers, the duvet felt cool. Nighttime became the worst part of the day for you; during the day, you could keep yourself busy, but at night, there was nothing to do but race your mind like there was no end as if your mind would never shut down and just let there be silence.

You rolled onto your side, staring at the space that Jungkook used to occupy, only to find it empty. Emptiness is taking up a lot of space in your life these days, and you've thought, what if you weren't meant to be happy? There were happy memories in your life, but the bad had recently outweighed the good, and there wasn't enough good to offset the gloomy feelings.

Friday night rolled around, another week gone, another weekend to endure. Your apartment was supposed to be a place of solace and rest. Still, everywhere you looked, memories of you and Jungkook were scattered–imprinted with happy moments, flashbacks of back hugs, peppered kisses, and instances of magnetic, lust-filled encounters after long days of not seeing each other. Goosebumps trickled across your skin, thinking about Jungkook's touch and how much you missed it.

The last sexual encounter with him replayed in your mind for days on end, and you found yourself charging your vibrator more than your phone these days.

Stupid, you know. But it was hard not letting your mind wander off. You broke it off, but why were you still trying to hold onto him? Healing takes time, and you just want to hurry and try to find the light at the end of the tunnel. You didn't want to wallow in the darkness anymore.

You didn't bother to try and see if anyone was available to hang out, you were sure they were all busy with their significant others, and you were somewhat becoming accustomed to this routine of sitting at home and doing nothing. It was like clockwork–wake up, eat, work, eat, come home, eat, and sleep. You became lost in the same routine, your body, and mind on autopilot once you came home.

You had dozed off, mindlessly staring at your phone, not realizing it had rung a few times before you finally picked up the call. "Hey, Yuna." You only heard labored breathing from the other end.

"Yuna? Are you okay?"

"I think–I think the baby's coming."

You heard shallow gasps before she groaned. Your eyes widened. "What? It's too early, isn't it?"

"I know, that's what I thought too, but I really think the baby's coming, and Namjoon left on a last-minute work trip because we didn't think the baby would be here."

"Okay–" you paused, putting your thinking hat on. "Do you have everything packed for the hospital?"

Yuna groaned louder before she answered, "Yeah, yeah. I've had it ready for weeks."

"Good. I will call the ambulance and send them over to your place. I'll call Namjoon and tell him what's happening, and then I'll meet you at the hospital. Okay?"

Yuna couldn't get any words out. She only hummed before hanging up.

You rushed to your room, grabbed a change of clothes and a few toiletries, stuffing everything into an overnight bag. Slipping on your shoes, you paused to pat down your pockets to ensure you had the essentials–wallet and phone.

Once the door slammed shut, you ordered a taxi on an app, then placed a call to Namjoon, which went straight to voicemail. Fuck, you thought. He was going to hate himself if he missed the arrival of his baby, and also, who goes on a trip so close to their baby's birth? But then again, Yuna was only thirty-six weeks.

"Hey, Namjoon. It's me. Yuna's going into labor right now, and I'm meeting her at the hospital. Call me when you get this."

It was the best you could do at the moment. You hoped he would see your call and get back to you soon.

Nearly fifteen minutes later, your taxi finally shows up. You called Yuna again, but there was no answer. You figured she could already be at the hospital, so she wasn't picking up.

There wasn't much you could do but wait. Per hospital rules, no one was allowed to go into the room. It was a dumb rule, you thought. How was a person supposed to go through something like this alone?

You were constantly checking your phone, double-tapping the screen to find no notifications from Namjoon. Should you call again? But what good would that do if he had not heard your first voicemail? You ran your hand through your hair, sighing and hating that you couldn't do anything but wait.

Once again, you were stuck in a hospital. You didn't want to wander off in case someone came looking. Maybe you could try to sleep since you didn't know how long birthing a baby could take. You looked around, but there were no comfortable spots to lie down. Slouching in your seat, you pulled out your phone again, swiping to unlock the screen, then opened Instagram, aimlessly scrolling through your feed.

Hyunie and Tae, the happy newlyweds, appeared before you, all cozy and lovey-dovey on their last-minute honeymoon getaway. They were love shacking it up in Phuket for the weekend. Lucky rascals, you thought. You wished you could leave on a whim and have no responsibilities. You double-tapped, leaving a heart on their photo.

You looked up from your phone when you saw someone sprinting into the waiting room and coming to a halt. Jin stood before you, out of breath, leaning over with his hands on his knees.

"I'm–" He looked up, giving a dismissive wave of his hand. "I'm fine."

You chuckled, searching for a water bottle in your bag. You held it out for him as he sat beside you, and he mumbled thanks before taking a few large gulps.

"Well–fancy seeing you here," Jin said as he was hunched over, his forearms resting on his thighs, swiping the water running down his chin.

You nudged his arm. "Don't be a smartass."

"I can't help it," he shrugged. "It's in my nature." Jin nudged you back, trying to lighten the mood, and you smiled in return.

"Wait–how did you know I was here?"

"Namjoon called me. Told me about Yuna."

You blinked profusely. Namjoon called Jin before he called you? Well, at least you knew Namjoon had heard your voicemail.

"I think he was going to call you back, but his phone must've died. He's trying to get a flight out right now."

Whew. You were relieved to hear that, and maybe he would get back in time for the baby's birth.

"How, uh, how are you? I haven't seen you in a while." He straightened his posture, peering at you.

The last time you saw Jin was when you made a fool of yourself by slapping Alex and causing a scene in front of his colleagues and Jungkook. "I'm okay," you reply, not wanting to dive into further details of how you are really doing. Honestly, these last few months have sucked big time, and you weren't just going to spill everything onto him. It wasn't the time or place, nor did you want to burden Jin with your emotions.

"I'm fabulous, by the way. Couldn't be better. I renovated my kitchen–the layout is much better than before, and the island is bigger, so feel free to come over and cook whenever you want."

Your lips thinned in an attempt to smile, but you understood that Jin was trying to be friendly and make small talk, which you were grateful for because you didn't feel like chatting too much. "I'm not the best cook, but apparently, the pasta you made for Jungkook and me was delicious." The mention of Jungkook made you suck in your lips for fear of wanting to bring up his name again.

Jin nodded. "It's all thanks to YouTube and TikTok. Sometimes I think I could do that, you know, make cooking content. I'd love to quit my job."

"Oh, really? You should–or I mean, at least, you could do it on the side as a hobby. It'll give you a nice break from your job, doing something you enjoy. And I'm sure you'd have a lot of followers."

"Hmm. I might consider that. Thanks."

"Anytime."

Both of you avoided each other's gaze, searching around the waiting room for something to look at, only to look at each other and give awkward smiles and chuckles.

"This is weird, isn't it?"

"I don't know what you mean," Jin tries to play it off, and you're thankful for it. "I'm not weird. You're not weird. I don't know how this is weird."

"Okay, now you're making it weird," you both laugh. Jin apologizes, but you shrug it off. "You don't have to say anything if you don't have anything to say. I don't mind the silence."

Jin nodded in agreement, but of course, he was never one to be good with silence. He waited a few minutes before speaking again.

"Where do baby fish sleep?" You turned and gave him an expressionless face, blinking at the worldwide handsome man before you. "A bass-inet. Get it?" He let out a fake laugh, then apologized again.

"I bet you weren't good at the quiet game when you were a kid."

He shook his head. "Nope. My mom still loved me, though." You smiled and shook your head, and Jin's knee nudged yours. "Come on, that was a good joke!"

You hummed, but you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of verbalizing it. Even though Jin wasn't good at the quiet game, you didn't want to chat further because you could sense the giant elephant in the room. And in your mind, the flashing neon sign blinked, 'Jungkook.'

Jin stayed quiet for as long as he could before he broke the silence again. You could see him from your peripheral view, gazing at you, and yes, you would ignore it.

"Just ask me about him. I know you want to."

You sighed, shifting in your seat. "I don't know what you're talking about." You looked up at the digital sign in the waiting room, and you could've sworn it read, 'Jungkook.'

"It's written all over your face."

You fiddled with your thumbs, tilting your head to the side. Of course, you wanted to know how Jungkook was doing, and it has been on your mind every minute of every day since he left. But the thing was, you didn't know if you wanted to know the details of his new life in LA.

"Well, since you won't ask. I'll just tell you." You turned to him, about to ask him to stop, but he continued, "He's doing okay. He's settling into his new place and the new role at the company, and in case you're wondering," he paused, "Alex has been away on vacation, so he hasn't had to deal with her."

Your heart leaped at the name. You knew her name would come up sooner or later, but it still hurt to hear it. Many scenarios were running through your head. Would he go back to her? Would she manipulate him somehow? Make him feel guilty so he would run back to her?

Regardless of what would happen between them, it wasn't your place to say anything. Jungkook's a big boy, and he chose to leave. No one forced or convinced him otherwise. It was out of the blue because he never spoke to you about the job opportunity. Well–you guess you weren't the only one keeping secrets.

"You're too nice to ask. That's why I told you."

Jin was correct because, in your mind, it would've been easier to come up with a million possible situations than to know the truth. A part of you was relieved, and the other was riddled with anxiety. Truthfully, you just wanted to see if he was okay, so you were at least grateful to know that he was.

You smiled thinly at him, mumbling thanks before standing up and walking to the receptionist's desk. You wanted to focus on your best friend, not your ex-boyfriend.

Four hours since you arrived.

And there was no word about how Yuna was doing. You guessed no news was good news, right? Otherwise, you would've heard something by now.

Jin continued being his friendly self–making small talk and cracking jokes, trying to keep the situation light. You were appreciative because it was able to take your mind off the Jeon family.

But tiredness began to kick in. You walked over to the coffee vending machine, finding it wasn't working—just your luck. So you strolled back to the waiting room and heard someone softly call your name. You looked up to see a familiar face.

"Hi, sweetheart."

It became a familiar greeting from Jungkook's mom. She walked up to you and pulled you in for a hug. She held you a lot longer than you anticipated, and simply put; it was exactly what you needed right now. Your body crumbled into her frame, your head leaning on her shoulder, turning away from her, your eyes starting to pool with tears. You withdrew from her embrace, giving her the best smile you could when your eyes met hers. Immediately, you responded with, "I'm sorry."

She knitted her brows in confusion, tilting her head. "What are you apologizing for, sweetheart?" Her right hand cupped your cheek, her thumb gently wiping the tear that fell.

You were apologetic about Jungkook. Yuna not only lost her younger sibling, but his mother also lost her son. It was impossible not to feel responsible, and your glistening eyes and glum smile were enough for her to understand what you meant.

She gave a dismissive wave of her hand. "You do not need to apologize for Jungkookie. It's not your fault, do you hear me?" She cupped your face again, her eyes intently staring into yours, and you nodded in agreement. "Are you okay, sweetheart?"

You bit the inside of your cheek, unsure how to answer this question whenever someone asked. Should you smile through the pain and say you're fine? But you shook your head no.

"C'mere."

She drew you in for another embrace, gently caressing your hair and assuring you that everything would be fine and that you had nothing to worry about. Your small sniffles and silent weeping persisted as you reflected on your mother. How can someone unrelated to you adore you more than your so-called family? You had practically driven away this woman's son, but she told you it wasn't your fault. Yuna and Jungkook were so lucky to have someone who loved them as much as she did.

Growing up the way you did with your family, it was always hard to express your emotions, so you kept them bottled up and pushed them away like they didn't exist because you felt like you couldn't be your true self around those who were supposed to love you. It took a long time for you to open up to Yuna before you finally let yourself trust her–trust that she would be your person.

But with Yuna and Jungkook's mother, it was different. It felt like home, and it felt right–a place where you were welcomed and not judged. She had always made you feel that way.

You broke away from her hug, wiping your tears. God, you hated crying, and these last few months had been nothing but constant tears. You wondered how much you could bottle up before you erupted, spilling out years of suppressed emotions. Everything you had been carrying since you were a child until now weighed heavily. The deep ache in your heart was waiting for its final release.

"I wish I had left instead of him."

Yuna's mother raised your chin with her index finger, her warm eyes meeting yours. "Jungkookie will come back. I know he will, but if you left," she paused, "I don't know if you would, sweetheart. We need you here–"

"No one needs–"

"We need you here," she repeated sternly. "Stop telling yourself otherwise." She gently patted your cheek before walking off to the receptionist.

You knew she was right. You knew how easy it would be for you to disappear off the face of the earth, start over and pretend like you didn't have a former life. But you loved your friends and your job, and those were the few things you could hold onto.

Jin set his phone down when you strolled back into the waiting room. He scanned your face before asking, "You good?"

You nodded yes. "I'm just tired," you explained, slouching beside him.

He patted his shoulder. "I hear these broad shoulders make for a great pillow," he smirked.

"I'll be fine, Jin."

"Oh, come on. Don't be so stubborn."

"I'm not stubborn."

"You are."

"I'm–"

Jin glared before using his chin to gesture to his shoulder. You rolled your eyes at the handsome man, sliding over to lay your head against him.

"See, it wasn't that hard, was it?" You were going to speak again, but he held his finger up. "Bup-bup-bup. It's sleepy time."

Eight hours since you arrived.

It felt like you were caught in a transitional state of consciousness between wakefulness and sleep, a feeling you hated because you didn't feel as well-rested when you awoke. Your mind wanders to the untapped subconscious abyss, along with ceaseless thoughts of the weirdest things.

You hummed when a light tap of your leg disrupted the stream of never-ending thoughts. Your eyelids, heavy from sleep, fluttered open to see the dad-to-be kneeling before you.

"Hey, you're here," you mutter, your voice still groggy as you sit up, nudging Jin awake.

"Do you guys wanna see the baby?"

Your eyes widened at his remark. Have you been asleep for that long? You could've sworn you were waiting forever while awake, but once you closed your eyes, Yuna and baby were here instantly.

Clearing your throat, you grabbed your belongings and kicked Jin one last time because he was taking his sweet time waking up. You followed Namjoon down the hall and through the secured doors. Faint crying from newborn babies echoed in your ears as you turned the corner into Yuna's room.

Your best friend was fast asleep in the hospital bed while her mother was holding her granddaughter, quietly humming a lullaby you so faintly remember her singing occasionally. The corners of her mouth curved into a smile as she handed the baby off to Namjoon.

He walked over, cradling the sweet newborn in his arms. She was adorned in a knitted lavender hat with a large bow while swaddled in a muslin blanket. She looked so warm and cozy, all bundled up. Your heart swelled, staring at this precious little human.

"Do you wanna hold her?" Namjoon asked, looking at the pair of you, and you nodded. Who wouldn't want to hold this sweet girl? He carefully handed her off to you. Soft grunts left her tiny mouth as she was placed into your arms.

"What name did you guys decide on?"

Namjoon smiled. "Indie. It's a bit unconventional, but she just looked like an Indie when we saw her."

You uttered her name before looking at Namjoon. "I love it."

Yuna's mother called out to Namjoon, asking him to help her prepare some food for Yuna.

You turned to Jin, bringing Indie closer to him. "Do you wanna hold her?"

He shook his head no. "Nah–I don't really like babies. They're not my thing."

You chuckled. "Don't say that, or you won't be her favorite uncle," you teased, returning your gaze to the sleeping baby.

"I have her whole life to win her over," Jin smirked, folding his arms across his chest. He tiptoed away, pretending to be distracted by something.

Indie grunted again, trying to stretch and wiggle in your arms. With her eyes still closed, she smiled briefly before resting her expression. You continued gazing at this perfect little person who just entered the world, who knew nothing of hurt, pain, or loss, and you wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible–keep her innocence and purity. You wanted to protect her at all costs, love her so she would never doubt herself. Support her in everything she wanted to try, make every dream of hers come true. How could you want all of this for someone you'd just met? How could you love this little one so much when you knew nothing about her, and she wasn't even yours?

By extension, she was family. She'll call you Auntie, come to you for advice when she can't go to her mom or dad, ask you to take her shopping, and you'd do everything and more–you'd spoil her like she was your own.

Your lips quivered, eyes welling up with tears as you brought baby Indie closer, your cheek nuzzled against her head. This could've been you holding your baby, but it wouldn't have been the right situation to bring a baby into the world. Even though you were sure you'd love your baby, you wanted to be in a better place. A baby deserves a family that would love them and go to great lengths for them, and you didn't have that at the time with U-jin.

But with Jungkook, it would've been different if you were pregnant. You sat with daydreams too often about what kind of father he'd be. You imagined he'd play with them all day until it wore them out, and they were too tired to play. He would sneak them snacks and candies when you weren't looking. And like you, he'd fight to build the best life for them. However, these

daydreams were nothing but that–reveries of things never coming true.

"Hey, are you okay? What's wrong?" Namjoon asked with knitted brows.

You exhaled deeply, hugging her again before returning her to Namjoon. "Yeah–yeah, I'm okay. I'm just so happy for the three of you." You turned away to wipe your tears, catching a glimpse of Jin trying not to catch you at this moment, but it was too late.

Namjoon took Indie, sitting on his makeshift bed, quietly shushing her and rocking in place to keep her asleep. He and Yuna have come a long way, and you couldn't be more ecstatic to go on this new journey and see them become parents.

You walked over to sit in the chair next to Yuna's. She was beginning to stir awake, still groggy from labor. Her eyes fluttered open, her lips curving into a smile. "Hey," she muttered, trying to shift into a sitting position.

"Hey. How are you feeling, mama?"

Yuna chuckled. "Mama. I'm going to have to get used to that." You smiled and nodded yes. "I'm tired. I just pushed a seven-pound bowling ball out of a tiny opening."

You laughed. "You did great." You looked over at Namjoon, then back to Yuna. "Are you ready for another one?" You couldn't help but tease.

"Oh god–if Namjoon goes anywhere near me, I will murder him. I can't do this again."

"I'm sure you'll change your mind," Namjoon chirped, standing to rock Indie in his arms.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head at your favorite couple. You were sure they would have more kids in the future, and you could see them with at least one more.

Turning to Yuna, you held her hand. "Do you need anything before I go?"

She shook her head, looking at her mom, who finished preparing her meal. She placed her hand on top of yours, squeezing it.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For being here. I couldn't have done this without you."

You chuckled. "That's what best friends are for, right? We do everything together, even have babies." You stood, leaning to kiss the top of her head. "Get some rest, okay? Let me know when you get home, so I can visit and hold baby Indie while you and Namjoon sleep."

She hummed, pressing her lips together, squeezing your hand one last time. "Love you."

"Love you too."

Jin offered to take you home, and you couldn't help but laugh a little because he probably wanted an excuse to leave and not have to be around the new parents-to-be and their baby. You understood it, though not everyone is comfortable around babies and children.

The ride home was quiet, which was surprising. You thought he'd at least have one more dad joke in his pocket, ready to go. He pulled to a stop in front of your place. You turned to thank him for the ride, but the desolate expression on his face made you pause.

"Everything okay?"

He cleared his throat. "Can I ask why you were upset at the hospital?"

The reasons could go on for hours, but you wouldn't subject Jin to listening to you rattle on about your problems. "I'm just going through a lot right now."

"Is it because I mentioned Jungkook? I realized now that it was insensitive of me to tell you even though you didn't ask to hear about him."

"It's fine, Jin. Don't worry about–"

"No, please let me apologize." Your lips thinned into a straight line, nodding to let him continue. "I'm sorry. I knew you wouldn't ask about him, and I can only imagine what you're going through. Just to let you know, I'm also mad at him for leaving like that. You didn't deserve that, and you at least deserved a goodbye in person."

"We both hurt each other, so I understand why he did what he did, and I'm not mad at him for leaving like he did. I'd be gone if I wasn't working on this new TV show.

"You can't leave. You're not allowed to."

You laughed. "And what do you need me for?"

Jin shrugged. "I don't know. I have to think about it." You smiled, hanging your head down, and he nudged your arm, making you peer at him. "Don't be a stranger. Call me if you need anything–a midnight snack, someone to watch a movie with, whatever, it doesn't matter. I'll be there. We're friends, okay?"

When you didn't respond, he gave you a threatening look. "Okay, okay. Yes, I'll call if I need anything." You grabbed your things, ready to open the door.

Jin grabbed your wrist. "Hey, you're gonna be fine."

You forced a smile and hummed. You knew how you were feeling, and where you are right now was not where you'd always be. It could take days, weeks, or months to be genuinely okay. But you would be, eventually.

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Everything Falls (Into Place) | 28

*Banner by the incredible @bangtansmauyeondan

Pairing: OT7 x Fem Reader

Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: Your new roommates are unbearably nice and unbearably hot. Good thing you're an adult who is fully capable of platonic friendships with the opposite sex, right?

Word Count: 10490

Warnings: Smut

AN: Looooool I forgot how much this chapter got away from me, it's literally more than twice as long as any of the other chapters

~~~~~

You evaluated yourself in the mirror, wondering why the hell Jungkook had told you to dress warmly in layers on what was arguably the hottest day of the year so far.

This was a date, right? You had wanted to look cute and wear a dress, but instead you were in a tank top and jeans, with a sweater and jacket in your bag. Just thinking about them made you start sweating - the house's air conditioning could only do so much.

It really had been ages since you'd gone on a proper, pre-defined date and you wanted to look good despite the fact Jungkook had already seen you both dolled up and completely barefaced and hungover. You had still done your best and actually styled your hair and put on some light makeup that wouldn't look terrible if you ended up sweating it off.

"Well, I guess this is as good as it's gonna get," you huffed to yourself as you spritzed a tiny amount of perfume on your neck. He did say that you'd be stopping at home after the first "activity" to shower and change for dinner - which made you worry a little bit because it implied athleticism - but still.

While it was cute that Jungkook refused to tell you what he had planned, it was also a little anxiety inducing. He was so excited though, and the fact that he had planned out an entire afternoon and evening was just too fucking sweet. You felt bad for making him wait, especially since he had been forced to listen to you with Jimin and Taehyung, and you wanted to be perfect for him.

Your phone beeped and you shook yourself out of your thoughts.

Jungkook You ready? I'll be downstairs :)

~~~~~

Jungkook was more nervous than he'd ever been in his entire life. Well, okay, maybe that was an exaggeration - he had definitely been so anxious asking his high school crush to prom that he had accidentally screamed at her and made her cry. But still.

This was his first date with you! It had to be perfect. He knew he was the youngest, and not as charming as Jin or quietly suave as Yoongi, but he still had hopes of sweeping you off your feet. Even a toe would be fine. You had literally bought a month-long gym pass just to confess to him, for crying out loud.

Plus the fact that this would be your first date with any of them made Jungkook's competitive side flare into life. There were a lot of things his hyungs could give you that he couldn't, but he knew the opposite was also true.

When you appeared in the foyer, he immediately blushed at how cute you looked. You were dressed simply, but he could tell you had done your hair and makeup when you normally couldn't be bothered on a regular day. You were gorgeous at any time, but the knowledge that you had gotten ready just for him was enough to make his heart pound.

"You look really pretty," he breathed, still somewhat suspicious this might be a dream he'd eventually have to wake up from. You laughed and gave him a funny look.

"I look the same as I always do," you joked in a self-deprecating tone.

"Well that's because you always look pretty," he responded honestly, not really thinking about his answer. You flushed and smiled at him shyly, and he catalogued the image in the album of you he'd already created in his mind.

"Okay you charmer. You look handsome too," you said, giving him a brief peck that he selfishly wished had lasted longer. His veins buzzed from the kiss and your compliment.

"You have more clothes, right?" Jungkook asked, wanting to make sure you'd be properly dressed later. You showed him the contents of your bag and he nodded in approval. "Okay, let's go!"

He opened the door and the two of you were assaulted by heat and humidity. Thank god he had already turned on Jin's car to kick start the A/C. You sank into the passengers seat with a borderline pornographic moan at the cold air blasting from the vents and he hurriedly scurried to the driver's side so you wouldn't see his blush. It had been way too similar to the sounds he had heard the other night and he did not need a boner before the date even started.

Despite Jin's car having the fancy rear camera, Jungkook put his arm behind your seat to look backwards as he backed out of the driveway. He had read somewhere that some girls thought it was hot and well, it couldn't hurt to try, right? It might even have worked, because you gave his exposed cheek another little kiss while his face was close, making his chest constrict again.

"Are you finally going to tell me where we're going?" You asked, bouncing eagerly in your seat. The fact that you seemed just as excited for the date as him was enough to make him think his heart might explode before the day was out. Well, at least he would die happy.

"You're going to find out when we get there anyway," he pointed out, making you pout. Apparently you had been taking notes from the other two maknaes because it was definitely more powerful than it had been when you first moved in. He was right, though, and in less than fifteen minutes he was pulling into a parking lot.

"Ice skating?" You asked delightedly, making him internally cheer for picking something you liked. "I haven't been since I was little."

"You're still little."

"You're on thin ice, mister."

"You've been spending too much time with Jin-hyung."

~~~~~

"Baby, are you ready?"

Your head shot up from where you had been lacing the rental skates Jungkook had refused to let you pay for. He stood upright and comfortable in his own rentals, and a glimmer is mischief shown out of his large eyes. Your heart pounded uncontrollably and you tried to scowl at him. It had been flustering enough just to read the word over text, but you were not prepared to hear the endearment straight from his lips.

"I told you not to call me that," you scolded unconvincingly, praying your cheeks weren't as red as they felt. By the smirk playing at the corners of his full lips though, your hopes were futile.

You had always thought pet names were cringey and lame. At one point you used to joke that people only used them so they wouldn't accidentally say the wrong person's name. Well apparently you yourself were cringey and lame because hearing Jungkook call you baby so sweetly was enough to melt you into a pathetic pile of goo despite the cold air of the rink.

"If you really want me to, I'll stop," he promised, and looking into his eyes, you knew he meant it. It just made you blush harder.

"I… it's fine," you finally muttered, looking back down to toy with the ends of your laces. This was your cute little Kookie, why were you feeling so shy? You were older than him for crying out loud! Shouldn't you be the one doing the seducing? Jungkook's fingers found the bottom of your chin, gently tilting your face up to meet his twinkling eyes.

"I'm glad, baby," he cooed, leaving your tongue more tied than your overly knotted skates. It didn't matter that you had no response, because he closed the distance to cover your mouth with his own sweet, soft lips. When you parted your lips to deepen the kiss, he drew back with a smile.

"Let's go before the free skate time ends," he urged, helping you up. You couldn't tell if the wobble in your legs was from the skates or the kiss, and he didn't give you a chance to figure it out before he was tugging you eagerly towards the door to the arena.

When you tottered onto the ice, you realized just how out of practice you were. Well, not that you had even had any practice since your lessons at the tender age of seven. It was like riding a bike, though, right?

It apparently was not like riding a bike, because as soon as you confidently let go of his hand you fell on your ass. Jungkook nearly fell himself as he doubled over in laughter. You pouted at him and he tried to calm himself as he helped you up despite your body's best efforts to keep you slipping and sliding on the ground.

"Wow, you're really bad," Jungkook observed, body still trembling with suppressed laughter. You hmphed and started to cross your arms, only to immediately grab his arm as you began to topple again. He remained upright, thankfully and annoyingly. Of course he would somehow also be good at ice skating. "Come on, I'll help you."

He took your hand and began moving, and you bit your lip nervously as you tentatively wobbled after him. His grip was enough to help you keep your balance, though, and after a while you actually felt confident enough to let go again. He skated gracefully ahead of and turned to face you with a grin.

"Can you get over here on your own?" He asked gleefully, eyes bright. You had to smile back at how happy he looked. This really was a blast, and it was a nice change of pace from hanging out at the house all the time.

"Here I come," you called, determinedly pumping one leg in front of the other. You were definitely nowhere near as good as Jungkook, but you were actually gliding forward! Without falling! Excited, you increased your speed. As you neared the boy, however, you realized you had forgotten something important.

"I don't know how to stop," you called frantically as the ice propelled you forward, and Jungkook began to laugh again, the asshole.

"It's okay, I'll catch you," he said through giggles, holding his arms open invitingly.

Part of you was annoyed that he was getting so much pleasure from your predicament, so you sped up more. See how he liked his ass on ice. You slammed into him, but you only managed to send him back a few inches before he did some sort of fancy slicing motion with his feet to stop the movement.

He chuckled as his arms encircled you, and you were suddenly aware that you were pressed against a solid wall of muscle. Even through both of your layers, you could tell just how built he was and despite the cool air of the rink you started feeling a little warm. You looked up at him to complain, but were assaulted by his large doe eyes and cheerful smile. He really was too handsome for his own good. Or yours.

"Good job, baby," he murmured, and your annoyance was completely replaced by the heat that flamed into your face. His nose nudged yours and you closed your eyes as he gave you another impossibly sweet kiss.

"Ewwwwww!"

You both pulled away to see a child staring at the two of you with a revolted facial expression. Oh right. There were other people here. You were surprised the ice was still intact around you because you felt like you were completely engulfed in flames of embarrassment. The kid's mother skated over to collect her child and apologize, leaving the two of you smiling sheepishly at each other.

"Free skate's almost over, anyway," he whispered. "I think we have time to get ice cream before dinner though."

"Hell yes."

~~~~~

Mina Hey, remember that favor you owe me?

You Pretty sure I owe you like a million at this point

Mina Damn right Anyway show me what you're wearing for dinner Major points to this one for actually wooing you before tapping it

You Oh come on it wasn't like that with the others

Mina But

You Ok whatever, I do agree that he's the fucking sweetest Anyway here Picture attached

Mina Hottie <3 You still have that choker I got you?

You I thought we agreed that was a joke

Mina YOU decided that I got it because it looked amazing on you Come on, it matches perfectly

You Dude no

Mina Bitch you owe me

You …

Mina Fine I will give you ONE favor If you do this Please It's a crime not to wear it with that dress

You Well that's tempting … Fine

Mina Yessssss You have to send me a selfie with him at dinner though to prove it

You You know me too well :(

You stared at yourself in the mirror, self-consciously touching the ribbon on your neck. You supposed it did look pretty good, but it was also not something you would normally wear, ever. Wasn't it too much?

A knock at your door interrupted your musings and you heard Jimin's voice call your name. You had asked him for help because he was annoyingly better at putting makeup on than you and you wanted to look your best.

"Come in!" you called. He entered with a cheerful smile on his plump cheeks, closing the door softly behind him.

"Are you ready… to…" he trailed off, staring at you open-mouthed, and you felt self-consciousness creep up again.

"Um, is it too much?" you asked nervously. Instead of answering, he just strode towards you and backed you against your bed. The look in his eyes made you gulp, and when his fingers brushed the fabric on your neck you felt yourself shiver.

"You look hot as hell," he breathed, before descending to devour your mouth. Except you stopped him.

"None of that," you scolded, pushing him back lightly and forcing yourself to stand strong against the magnetic pull of his plush, now pouting lips. "I have to be downstairs soon."

"But you look so good," he whined, trying to kiss you again. You grabbed his cheeks and pinched them lightly, knowing that if those lips touched you, you wouldn't be able to resist.

"Well maybe take me out and I'll wear it again," you said with a snarky half-smile. Jimin sighed but obeyed, backing off to grab your makeup bag. Despite the fact that he grumbled the entire time, he did a great job.

"Thanks, Chim, this is perfect," you praised, looking in the mirror in satisfaction. He perked up a bit at the compliment, then pouted again.

"Ugh it's not fair that you look this pretty for Kookie," he groused, and you raised your now perfectly shaded eyebrows at his dramatics.

"I'm sorry, did you say 'I never want [y/n] to touch my dick again?'"

"Nope! I hope you have a wonderful dinner!"

~~~~~

Mina was right. Again. Well, you had already had a feeling after Jimin's very enthusiastic approval of the accessory, but when Jungkook saw you his eyes had widened to the size of dinner plates.

"W-wow, you look incredible," he stammered, voice a little raspy, eyes riveted to your neck. You would maybe have been slightly miffed that your dress and strappy sandals (he had told you not to wear heels for some reason) were all but ignored, except you were equally stunned by the vision of Jungkook in dark slacks and a button-up.

He was always one to dress casually, in large baggy tees and loose joggers, and the way he filled out his current outfit out actually made your mouth water. It was all somehow more arousing than when he walked around shirtless, maybe because of the way his muscles flexed under the fabric. And his thighs, dear lord.

"Um, you too," you mumbled back, sure your eyes were just as large as his. The two of you stood there staring until Jimin's petulant voice called out from the living room.

"Oh my god, just leave already!"

You gave an inadvertent snort, and Jungkook had also broken out into a grin. Silently thanking the other boy for breaking the awkward stand-off, you let yourself be ushered outside. Though the sun had yet to set, the heat had thankfully abated enough to wear you were quite comfortable.

The two of you got into Jin's car again (you should probably thank him later), and in an echo of earlier in the day, you turned to Jungkook to ask where he was taking you. As if sensing your question though, he just smiled and put a finger on your lips before you could say anything.

Feeling a bit mischievous - and maybe just a little turned on from staving off Jimin's attempts to kiss you earlier - you nipped at the digit before sucking it into your mouth. Jungkook's mouth fell open in surprise and when you rolled your tongue around the tip he choked and hastily withdrew his hand. For a moment you thought you had gone too far and made him uncomfortable, before you realized he was breathing raggedly and his face had gone bright red.

"I think I see what Jin-hyung meant," he muttered to himself. You cocked your head in confusion, but the maknae didn't elaborate. Instead, he eyed you suspiciously. "Are you going to do something like that while I'm driving? Because we might crash."

You giggled at the comment, glad he wasn't upset. Instead of reassuring him, you gave him a sidelong glance with as innocent a face as possible before leaning in to press your lips right under his ear.

"I'm sorry Kookie, you just look so good," you purred, letting your hands trail down his defined arms. You felt him swallow hard before you sat back in your seat in a flash and smiled at him. "But I'll do my best."

Jungkook stared at you for a second, and you noticed that the knuckles on his other hand - the one that was on the steering wheel - were white with the force of his grip. His forearm flexed enticingly under the sleeve of his shirt, and you licked your lips automatically. His eyes followed your tongue and he closed his eyes with a pained groan. He took a deep breath before opening them again and leaning in to brush his own lips against your ear.

"Can you please behave for me, baby? I want to make tonight special for you."

Your face - amongst other parts of you - flooded with heat. His words and their seductive tone were enough to flip the tables completely and all you could do was nod meekly in acquiescence. You really weren't going to come out of this night alive.

~~~~~

Jungkook's irritation with his hyungs was a little tempered by the time he pulled into the parking lot. He hadn't realized quite how provocative you could be when you were trying. Or even when you weren't, actually - that choker should have been illegal.

But he was a man on a mission, and his mission was to wine and dine and generally woo the shit out of you. He wanted your heart to be as much of a mess as his was before any… physical messes. So he did his best to control himself and think unsexy thoughts and managed to make it to his destination without touching you further.

When he turned off the car, you looked around in mild confusion.

"Isn't this a hiking trail?" you asked doubtfully. Jungkook grinned and nodded, and you frowned at your feet. "Um, these are definitely not the shoes for this."

"It's not far," he promised as he got out of the car. "Don't worry baby, I'll carry you if the footing gets bad."

He was rewarded by the way your cheeks went pink again while you spluttered. You were normally so cheerful and put together, it was shocking - and gratifying - how easily flustered you became. And the way you reacted to the term of endearment was so incredibly cute.

Jungkook had seen you get hit on and flirted with before, by people that weren't his housemates. Your reactions to those were completely different - you would laugh them off, or turn people down politely, or get annoyed. The knowledge that only he and his hyungs had this effect on you was enough to make his heart swell like a balloon.

"A picnic?" you asked in surprise as he pulled a thermal grocery bag from the trunk of the car. Jungkook felt a sudden stab of panic. Did you hate the plan? Was it too lame or too cheesy? Did it make him seem like a little kid with dumb romantic daydreams?

"That's so sweet, I've never had a picnic date before!" Oh thank god. He smiled a little shyly at you before taking your hand to pull you towards the beginning of the trail. It was close enough to the city that it was more of a glorified park than anything else, but you had still started puffing a bit after a few minutes.

He felt a little bad for only telling you not to wear heels, but he had still selfishly wanted to see you dress up a little bit for him. Plus it was the perfect excuse for something else. Jungkook set the bag down and you looked at him questioningly, until he turned his back to you and crouched down.

"Hop on," he urged when you hesitated, and you finally obeyed. He hoisted you up easily, then picked the bag up and gave it to you to hold. You were soft and warm and perfect pressed against his back, and he relished in the sensation of your thighs gripping his waist. The soft scent of your shampoo tickled his nose as some of your hair tumbled forward and he grinned to himself. Yep, this was his best idea yet.

The two of you actually made faster time now that you weren't having to pick your way carefully around roots and rocks, and he made it to your final destination with plenty of time to spare for phase two of dinner.

"Oh, this is so pretty!" you cried excitedly as you clambered down from his back and looked out at the expanse before you. The drive itself had been enough to bring you high above the city, and the walk had been enough to take you to a wide outcropping with a perfect view.

"You're so pretty," Jungkook said automatically, unable to keep from grinning giddily at being the one to put that joyful expression on your face. You blushed again, though you tried to play it off with a roll of your eyes.

"Okay Don Juan," you joked, though your wide smile betrayed your real feelings. "So is this the picnic spot?"

"Yeah," he agreed, opening the bag to pull out a blanket. He unrolled it and set it down, and you sat down cautiously, legs to the side to account for your dress. Oops, he hadn't actually thought about that aspect of clothing either. Well, you seemed to have figured it out. He plopped down less gracefully next to you and took your hand in his, staring into your glittering eyes and still amazed this was really happening.

"I thought we could watch the sunset here," he added a little bashfully, hoping you wouldn't think he was a total sap. To Jungkook's alarm, the glimmer in your eyes began to solidify and you gave a tiny sniff as your face scrunched.

"Do you hate it?" he asked in a panic, digging into the bag with his free hand to grab a napkin. You gave a shuddering breath and took the cloth, dabbing at your eyes frantically so you wouldn't smear anything.

"N-no, I love it," you sniffled, still holding his hand tightly. "I just, th-this is so s-sweet, n-no one's ever d-done anything l-like this for me before."

"Aww baby," he breathed, pulling you against his chest. His insides were currently roiling with a mixture of complete adoration at your reaction, and also rage at his hyungs and everyone else in the world who had ever dared touch you without worshiping you first. "I'd do anything for you."

You could tell by his tone that Jungkook meant his words, and it was enough to send another wave of emotion to the back of your eyes. You took another deep, shaky breath, letting his warmth and the smell of his cologne envelop you like the blanket you were sitting on. You relaxed further and further into his lap as you collected yourself, and you were finally able to look up at him without feeling like you were going to lose it completely. He was gazing down at you with utter devotion, and it sent a pleasant ache deep into your chest.

"Thank you, Kookie," you murmured, amazed that this perfect guy was the same hot but cocky brat you had met so long ago. You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him down and he obeyed, cupping your face so tenderly you felt tears prickle your eyes again. As if you couldn't have been any more enamored, he finished conquering your heart with a few simple words.

"I love you, [y/n]."

Then his lips were on yours in the sweetest kiss you had ever received and your eyes fluttered shut as you completely lost yourself in him. You weren't sure how long the two of you spent just mapping each other's lips, but it felt like an eternity had passed by the time Jungkook pulled away. There hadn't even been any tongue and you already felt positively dizzy.

"You don't have to say anything back," he added softly, smiling down at you. "I know it's a little early."

You shook your head at him, vaguely aware that an equally besotted smile had invaded your own face. In the context of admitting feelings it might have been early, but you had known him for years at this point and lived with him for an entire semester. It was enough to know.

"I love you too, Kookie."

His face went pink and his smile went impossibly wider as it threatened to split his face in two. He dove back down and you sank even further into him as his mouth crashed back onto yours.

Unlike previously, after a few moments his tongue traced the slight part of your lips and you eagerly complied with the silent request, twining your own against his. His hands never left your face, his thumbs gently stroking your cheeks as he explored your mouth as thoroughly as you did his.

This was a kiss to savor, not a means to an end, and he seemed to memorize each action that drew out a sigh or a gasp. You tried your best to do the same, but your mind was growing fuzzier with each swipe of his tongue against yours, and by the time he broke the kiss your thoughts had the consistency of overly cooked oatmeal. Which didn't make sense, but neither did anything else anymore.

Your only consolation was that he was panting, his eyes were glazed, and his hair was mussed. Huh, you must have run your fingers through it at some point. He licked his lips, and you found your attention - and fingers - wandering to the buttons of his shirt. Suddenly, your stomach gave a loud rumble and both of you jumped in surprise.

"R-right, food," Jungkook stuttered, scooting a little bit away from you and blushing bright red. It would have been easier for you to calm down if he hadn't bitten his lip while doing so. He busied himself with the bag and you took the opportunity to recompose yourself, pressing your hands against your own flaming cheeks. You needed to get your shit together.

"S-sorry, I just made sandwiches since I thought they'd keep better," he stammered apologetically, as if that was a problem. You smiled as his own nervousness settled yours. God this boy was so sweet. Like. Well, like a cookie.

"It's perfect," you said happily, accepting his offering and unwrapping it. It really was - he had even used baguette bread, there was literally nothing to complain about. You took a bite of your food and hummed with pleasure. Not only had he used bread from your favorite bakery, the sandwich itself was a delightful mixture of turkey, brie, arugula, and mustard.

"Oh my god this is so good," you mumbled with your mouth full, taking another larger bite. Jungkook's face flushed at the praise and he distracted himself by uncorking a wine bottle he had also brought out of the bag. Wow, he had really gone all out.

"I brought cups, or we can be trashy and drink out of the bottle," he said with a laugh, your obvious enjoyment giving him a little more confidence.

"Let's be trashy," you said, grinning. "Then we don't have to take dirty cups back down."

"Beautiful and efficient, my dream girl," he joked, making you giggle. He offered you the first sip (well, swig) and you accepted.

"I'm glad your standards are so high," you quipped, handing the bottle back to him. By this point he had gotten brave enough to sit next to you again, and you laid your head on his shoulder to watch the sun dip lower towards the horizon.

The sky began to take on a more orange hue, and your heart maintained a steady, pleasant flutter as the two of you ate and drank and took in the scenery. With anyone else this might have been awkward, but it wasn't anyone else. It was Jungkook, and everything was perfect.

By the time the two of you finished eating, the sun was well on its way out, painting the horizon with glorious strokes of purple, red, and orange. You took another sip of wine, marveling at the way it cast golden tones upon the city below. Soon the sun was gone completely, and to your surprise Jungkook reached into the bag again and pulled out some candles and a lighter. Along with a container of washed, perfectly ripe strawberries.

"We can go back if you're tired," he offered. "But I brought these if you want to hang out a little longer. And a flashlight if it gets darker."

You smiled at him, feeling absurdly elated. He really had thought of everything, and his consideration was enough to send buzzing warmth into your chest and throughout your veins.

"I want to stay," you confirmed. At your response, he gave a happy little wiggle that begged you to hug him and never let go. He lit the candles, and the flickering glow they cast on his face made Jungkook look even more entrancing than before. The image etched itself into your heart and soul, and you thought your chest might liquify like the wax of the candles twinkling around you.

To distract yourself, you opened the tupperware and grabbed a plump strawberry. You bit into it with relish, and a bit of juice dribbled down your chin. You ate another, eyes closing in delight, before you wiped your face with a napkin and turned to see Jungkook looking at you, gaze unreadable in the dim light.

"Oh, sorry! I'm hogging these, right?" you handed Jungkook the container, a little embarrassed at your selfishness when he had already done so much. He took it wordlessly and plucked a strawberry out, but instead of eating it he held it out to you. You were a little confused, but you obeyed, leaning forward to take a delicate bite.

"Fuck," he breathed, licking his lips, and you finally recognized the look in his eyes. Oh. You lapped at the syrup that had dripped onto his fingers, and his gaze grew impossibly hotter. Curious about what he was seeing, you grabbed another piece and held it towards him, mirroring his actions. Eyes riveted to yours, he leaned forward and sank his teeth into the red flesh of the fruit. Oh.

The way his lips molded around the succulent strawberry was nothing short of sinful, and with the darkness of his eyes boring into your own you were starting to feel a little lightheaded. He drew away, and instead of kissing you or touching you, he plucked out another piece of fruit.

The intoxicating heat between you continued to build as you silently took turns feeding each other. You couldn't decide what was sweeter, the strawberries or the heady sensation building in your gut. When the container was finally empty, you wordlessly crawled into Jungkook's lap and he wrapped his arms around you.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, the wonder in his tone matched only by the all-encompassing warmth consuming your chest. How could he say that when he was so gorgeous it made you want to cry? Instead of replying, you simply leaned forward to taste those candied lips again and he let out a noise halfway between a whimper and a groan.

"Baby," was all he was able to choke out before you kissed him again, the word fueling the liquid fire already bubbling through your veins. You pulled away, taking a moment to straddle him properly before pressing forward again to lavish his jaw and neck with nips and licks.

"Jungkook," you sighed softly into his ear, feeling an odd but exquisite blend of utter horniness and complete serenity. "I love you."

He exhaled sharply at your words, arms tightening around you as he buried his face into your hair. You realized his shoulders were trembling and you stroked his hair as gently as you could.

"Kookie? Are you okay?" you asked softly, pulling away to take his face into your hands. To your surprise his eyes were damp, but the sparkle in them outshone any of the lights around or above you.

"I'm better than okay," he murmured, smiling at you with absolute honesty. "Just happy."

He kissed you deeply, compounding his words, and you melted completely into his touch. Nothing else mattered. All that existed were Jungkook and the twinkling candles and the stars as they smiled down upon you. He pulled away far too soon, and you contented yourself with the absence of his lips by smothering his face in soft pecks, making him giggle.

"I love you, baby," he said happily. All you could do was blush and stare into eyes that conveyed more than any research paper you had ever written. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

You hadn't realized just how many steps you had omitted with the others until this moment, and Jungkook's innocent question sent another agreeable lurch into your heart. You smiled and nodded, and he leaned in to kiss you again. You gave a low, contented moan against his lips as he licked into your mouth with his warm, strawberry-flavored tongue. You let yourself sink further against him and gasped as you felt the erection straining against the cloth covering his thigh. He gave a little groan but didn't stop you when you ground your hips lightly against him, only deepening the kiss.

You decided to test the waters by guiding one of his large hands to your rear and he let out another ragged exhale against your mouth before squeezing roughly enough to make you jolt harder into him. He removed his hand, but before you could protest, it came back down in a hard smack that had you mewling and arching against him.

"Fuck, so you really did like it that night," he groaned, grinding his hips up against you. If you had been in a more coherent state of mind, you might have been impressed at the core strength needed for him to stay upright when you were all but collapsed atop him. But you weren't, and you buried your face in his neck as your hips stuttered against his.

Jungkook didn't mind, though. He was in absolute bliss, surrounded by your voice and your smell and your hot breath on his neck as you let out sweet gasps at the lovely friction against your core. His erection was bordering on painful because of the position it was stuck in, so he shifted you up for a moment so he could readjust his dick up. When he let you back down, you both let out a gasp as his hard length slotted perfectly against you despite the layers of fabric in the way.

"Jungkook," you choked, tossing your head back and giving him a view of the expanse of your neck and the innocently provocative ribbon adorning it. Both of his hands gripped your butt to give you more support, and you ground so hard against him he almost came then and there. He ended up squeezing the supple skin viciously through the fabric of your dress to ground himself. Before he could apologize, he realized your motions had become even more frantic.

"You like it a little rough, baby?" he gasped, voice breaking as he gripped your hips and dragged you up and down along his cock. You moaned a wordless assent and clung to him as his words and his body competed to steal any coherency from your melting brain. He was just as wrecked, almost unable to process the way all of his dreams - innocent or wet - were coming true. You were soaking through the fabric of his slacks and he could not give less of a shit about how he was going to get back to the car with his dignity intact.

"I think - ohhh - I might - nnn - like anything if - god - it's from you," you panted, unable to keep your squeaks and moans at bay as you rutted desperately against him. You couldn't understand how you were this affected from just a make out and (no longer very) dry humping, but it felt like all of your nerves were on the edge of exploding. His hips faltered against yours at the admission and he held you off of him before he really made a mess of himself.

"[Y/n]," he breathed reverently, though the look he was giving you was the furthest thing from holy. You wriggled and struggled against his grip, but it was useless in the face of his stupidly hot strength. The way his biceps and forearms flexed as he held you up easily only made the throb between your legs worse.

"J-Jungkook, please don't stop, I'm so close," you pleaded pathetically, and he swallowed hard. Before either of you could say or do anything further, you heard voices wafting up from the trail and you briefly contemplated murder. It had been empty all day, why were people hiking now of all times? Maybe no one would miss them if they disappeared.

In a flash, Jungkook had flipped you around to sit in his lap, back pressed to his chest and arms around your waist. To all outer appearances, you just looked like a couple cuddling and enjoying the view amid the candles and the stars. Since you were faced outward at the vista, no one could see your kiss-bitten lips, the utterly debauched expression staining your features, or the way you had begun wiggling your butt just so against his straining cock.

"You drive me crazy," he breathed quietly into your ear, before clapping one hand over your mouth. You had the briefest moment to wonder why before his other arm dipped below the hem of your dress and into your underwear. You gasped and gave a muffled cry as he dragged a finger through your dripping folds before plunging it in.

Jungkook thought he might die of euphoria, and you were the cause of it. You were just so fucking sensitive and responsive to his every action. His finger hadn't even entered past the first knuckle, maybe an inch at most, and you were already bucking against his palm and quivering in his hold. When he gave an experimental curl and twist, your body went rigid and he was glad for his forethought as his other hand stifled your desperate moan.

"Fuck, Kookie," you whimpered weakly into his palm, and Jungkook couldn't believe it was your sweet voice saying his name in such beautifully needy tones. He had thought the sounds he had heard from Taehyung's room were tantalizing enough, but they were nothing compared to hearing you gasp his name as your walls dripped and clenched around his finger while he slowly stretched you open.

When he was sure the errant hikers had passed, he buried his finger fully inside and your thighs locked around his hand. With the shift in position, he was able to grind his palm against your clit and you writhed wildly in his grip. The hand over your mouth did nothing to mute the desperate sounds in your throat as you fucked yourself against him, desperate for more, more, more.

"Fuck baby, you're -," he began, trying to keep it together while you rubbed your ass all over his dick in your quest for more friction. As soon as you heard the endearment, your pussy spasmed uncontrollably around him and you collapsed limply against his chest. Your head lolled back onto his shoulder, and your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath.

"Ohmygod," you whimpered against his neck, twitching feebly in his grip. "Oh my fucking god."

"D-did you just…" he stammered, shocked and unimaginably turned on by the fact that calling you baby had affected you that much. You mumbled something incoherent, but you were no longer chasing the pressure of his hand and your grip on his thighs had eased completely. Holy shit.

Amazed, Jungkook pressed kisses all over your exposed neck, feeling his dick twitch every time his lips met the fabric adorning your skin. Unable to help himself, he curled the finger still inside of you ever so slightly against your slick walls and you gasped as your hips twitched involuntarily against him. It was too much too soon, and yet you couldn't help yourself from pressing into his touch despite the jolt to your overwrought nerves.

Swallowing back the water flooding into his mouth, he slowly added another finger and you whined and wriggled weakly against him. Oh god, you were getting wetter. Your underwear was definitely fucked at this point. Along with his pants - though that was partially from his own precum - and probably the blanket.

"Jungkook," you moaned, desperately trying to keep your voice down by turning and pressing your face into his neck. Your hands scrabbled at his thighs for support, though your strength was mostly gone.

"What, baby?" he panted, unable to keep his own hips from thrusting against your plump rear as he thrust his fingers into you. "What do you need?"

"Y-you," you gasped, shoving your ass against his cock and grinding against him. He groaned and withdrew his hand to grip your hips with both hands, stopping you.

"I just want to make you feel good," he rasped, though part of his brain was confused as to why he wasn't already buried in your wet heat. Especially when you whimpered needily and tried to scoot back again.

"I need you," you begged, your tone easily snipping away at each string of his self-control. "Didn't you say you'd give me anything I wanted?"

"Oh fuck," he choked as your statement sliced straight through remainder of his restraint in one fell swoop. He let go of your hips to scramble at his belt, and you immediately spun around to face him. Electricity shot through him at the raw desire in your eyes and as soon as he undid his buckle your hand reached down to free his cock from its confines.

"Oh my god," you gasped when your fingers strained to close around him. He groaned and thrust into your grip, before crashing his lips onto yours in a desperate need to feel you closer. You twined your tongue with his as you stroked his cock up and down, swallowing his moans, until you couldn't take it anymore and clambered forward to straddle his waist.

As soon as his swollen head rubbed against the useless, soaked fabric blocking your entrance you let out a breathy moan into his mouth. He cursed and reached under your dress to palm at your ass and help you grind against him, and you used your grip to angle his cock so it shoved your underwear aside and kissed your eager folds.

Unable to help himself, Jungkook bucked his hips up into you. Only the tip of his dick was able to breach your walls despite the way you were almost dripping onto him, and you gasped and collapsed into his chest. You were still stroking his length with one hand, but the other had gripped his shoulder for support and the dig of your nails in his skin was painfully delicious.

"Shit baby, you're so tight," he hissed through gritted teeth, breath hitching when your walls tightened around his cockhead. He continued giving shallow thrusts in and out of you, making you gasp and tremble against him while you used your hand to spread your wetness along his remaining length.

"You're the one - oh god," he pushed in an inch deeper, "who's so fucking - shit," he squeezed your ass, making your pussy clench around the cock splitting you open so exquisitely, "bi-mmmf!"

He reached with one hand to rub your clit with his thumb, and you had to shove a fistful of his shirt into your mouth to muffle your cry. Briefly, he wondered if any of his clothes from tonight would survive intact. You raked your nails down his back when he finally sheathed himself completely and he decided it was more than worth it.

For a few moments neither of you moved. You shivered against him, face buried in his chest and arms tight around his neck as your walls tried to adjust to the excruciatingly wonderful stretch. His chest rose and fell in short, hard pants as you pulsed around him, holding you close and trying to ground himself in the softness of your hair.

Everything about you was absolutely heavenly, from the way you whispered his name in soft gasps to the way you held him as if he was the only thing keeping you grounded to the earth. He tilted your chin up to gaze at you with a tender expression at complete odds with the throb of his length inside of you.

"I love you, baby," Jungkook whispered, before kissing you so sweetly you almost forgot the position the two of you were in. God you were so gone for this boy. Then he began to rock slowly into you, chasing away any further musings for another, less auspicious moment. This one was currently dedicated to the taste of his lips and the deliberate, heavenly friction of him moving inside of you.

You shuddered against him, completely consumed by the way he was overtaking all of your senses. His abs flexed to keep the both of you upright as his hips surged against you, and his tongue stole the sounds of your moans each time your clit ground against his skin. Everything felt like an ocean of flame, from his feverish touch to the blaze in your heart.

"Kookie," you whispered into his mouth in a prayer of appreciation rather than beseechment. You could feel the scorching tide rising in your veins, but instead of chasing it you let the currents of Jungkook's rocking hips carry you forward. Your next orgasm rolled into you in an inexorable wave, and you gasped as it sent liquid fire shuddering through your body.

Jungkook groaned at the sensation of your walls spasming around his cock as you shuddered in his arms, completely at the mercy of your sweet voice and soft lips. He thought he could spend an eternity buried in your wet heat, drawing out your beautiful moans. When you began moving slowly against him again, a little cautious at your sensitivity, he stilled his hips to prolong the moment. In response to your whines he reached down and slipped two fingers into you, their backs pressed flush against his cock as your walls strained to accommodate them.

"Wh-what?" was all you were able to choke before he began rubbing the pads of his fingers against the soft tissue of your insides and the sexiest whine he had ever heard came out of your throat. He rubbed harder as you clenched around him, maintaining the slight come-hither angle of his fingers, and you slumped against him as your body simultaneously protested and begged for more.

"Can you come for me one more time, baby?" he crooned into your hair as his cock pulsed and his digits continued their agonizing ministrations. You whimpered into his crumpled shirt at the assault on your hyper-sensitive nerves. Usually even two orgasms were difficult for you to achieve, but Jungkook was already working you up to what felt like a possible third. Maybe it was the rough pressure his fingers were exerting on as he ground them against your walls, or maybe it was him, but this one felt different, in a way that had your eyes widening and your noodle-like arms pushing yourself off of his chest.

"I-it's too much," you whimpered, though your hips still twitched forward against Jungkook's hand. His ministrations stilled and your pussy clenched in protest despite the fact that you were the one who had asked.

"I'm sorry, do you want to stop?" he asked, looking at you with those wide, gorgeous eyes in concern. He began to pull out of you - both his hands and his dick - and you automatically grabbed his shoulders to stop him.

"No!" your whisper was almost a scream, and the concern in his gaze morphed to confusion as he obeyed, sliding back into you. The drag of his cock settling back where it belonged made the both of you groan, and you twisted your fingers into his shirt. "Please touch me again."

The glassy lust re-entered his eyes and he licked his lips, obeying. When his fingers slid into you again he drank in the pleasure on your face and the way the choker on your neck rose and fell as you gave almost panicked pants.

"O-oh, Kookie," you gasped brokenly, tears beginning to prick the corners of your eyes as he resumed that rough, steady pressure against your walls. "I-it's too good. I'm s-scared." You hiccuped the last word as that feeling threatened to consume you.

"It's okay, baby," he whispered encouragingly, eyes riveted to your form as you trembled in his lap, never ceasing the rub of his fingertips. "I've got you."

You collapsed forward with a cry that could probably be heard back at the house as his words assured you it was okay to fall. You gave into the overwhelming pressure coiling in your gut and your entire body convulsed around him. Jungkook cursed as your pussy clamped around him as if it was trying to tear his dick off, then noticed that his hand and his pants had suddenly gotten substantially wetter.

"Holy shit, baby," he choked, looking down at the mess where the two of you were joined. Then he realized you were still going and groaned, continuing to move his fingers inside of you. He clenched his thighs to keep himself from fucking into you like a maniac, but the action made his cock jerk inside of you, making both of you moan.

"O-oh god," you whimpered, wrecked voice almost unrecognizable. Your entire body had gone against his chest, and even your arms felt too heavy to wrap around his neck. With a soft kiss to your temple, he tipped you forward so you were on your back - using his last remaining brain cell to remember the candles - before pulling your hips flush back against his.

You were a vision, makeup ruined by ephemeral drops spilling from your glazed eyes and lips bruised and swollen. Your hair splayed behind your head like the halo of a fallen angel, an effect compounded by that fucking choker. Then you wrapped your shaky legs around his waist and he was gone.

"Fuck," he gasped at his first real, tangible thrust into your welcoming pussy. He began pumping into you, drawing his hips back and snapping them into yours in deep strokes that had you mewling and raking his fingers down his back. He collapsed down, caging you against the ground with his body and you tightened the grip of your thighs around him.

"Baby, you feel so amazing," he growled into your ear as his hips surged against yours. You couldn't understand how he still felt so good despite how overworked your body was, and the overwhelming wetness everywhere helped him move against you with no pain in your oversensitive walls.

It was too much, and not enough, and you weakly tugged his head towards you to devour his mouth in a sloppy kiss. He jostled your body with the force of his thrusts, and your tongues found lips and teeth as often as each other.

"Oh fuck, Kookie," you gasped, everything in your mind gone other than his name and the way he fit you perfectly. Every part of your body and soul felt like an exposed wire. "F-fuck, baby."

At your words his pace stuttered and his hips ground hard against yours. He moaned into your shoulder as his cock pulsed inside of you, filling your cunt with spurt after spurt of his release.

"Oh my god," he groaned against your skin, before pushing himself up to his forearms to give you a kiss. You smiled against his lips, nuzzling his sweaty nose with your own. The night breeze kissed your skin, helping cool you down.

"I think you were my god for a while there," you teased. Jungkook flushed, but his full lips curved into a soft smile. He shifted his weight to one arm, using the other to cup your cheek.

"That must make you my angel," he responded softly without a hint of mockery. Your heart fluttered at what should have been a cheesy line, and you found yourself transfixed by his beauty. He had some nerve calling you an angel when the stars were shimmering behind his silhouette as if he were a fairy.

You hugged him against you, feeling incredibly close despite the fact that the both of you were still basically fully clothed. He sighed happily, kissing your forehead. You could have stayed like this forever, but now that your mental faculties were returning you realized you should probably get the fuck out of here before someone actually caught you.

"We should clean up," you murmured regretfully, and he sighed in agreement, his cheeks puffing into a cute little pout. He pulled out of you, and your face flooded with heat as you felt his cum begin to drip out of you.

"Oh shit that's hot," he groaned when he noticed. His dick gave a twitch of interest and he licked his lips, but when he reached forward you slapped his hand away.

"Kookie, focus," you scolded, blushing harder at his reaction.

"Fineee," he whined, lower lip jutting out as he fumbled for the bag to find more napkins. When you reached for them he shook his head, a mischievous grin replacing his pout. "Will you let me clean you up at least?"

Without waiting for your response he moved to begin wiping your inner thighs, and you couldn't hold back a gasp when he got to your center. You were still sensitive, and despite his gentleness the friction was enough to send little jolts of electricity through you. You gave a little sigh when he finished, whether in relief or disappointment you weren't sure, until he suddenly dipped his head without warning to press his lips against your pussy.

"Fff-uck," you yelped, collapsing back onto your elbows as he dragged his tongue along your folds. Your hips bucked against his mouth, but he pulled away just as quickly as he had attacked.

"Wanted to make sure I got everything," he said innocently, and you stared at him open-mouthed. You could tell by the smirk on his face that the little shit had done that on purpose.

"Y-you," you spluttered while he began to clean himself as best he could. There was no salvaging the way his pants were still soaked around his crotch though. With a shrug he tucked his half-hard dick back anyway.

"You got really messy, baby," he told you with a smirk as he began blowing out the candles and cleaning up as if he hadn't just riled you up with his tongue and his words. You probably should have helped, but instead you just sat there like a sulky - but very pretty, in Jungkook's opinion - log.

"I need to fold the blanket," he said cheekily, grinning at your petulant expression. You pouted at him but took the hand he offered to help you up. As soon as you were on your feet, your legs decided they didn't feel like holding your weight anymore and you toppled into him.

"Can't walk?" He tried to sound concerned, but you could feel the smugness radiating off of him.

"I'm fine," you muttered, stumbling over to a rock to sit away from him. Jungkook laughed when you wobbled like a baby deer, though when he saw you shiver in the breeze - the wet stain on your ass probably didn't help - he came over and draped a jacket from his bag over you.

"It's cold, put this on," he ordered. Still feeling sulky, you brushed it off and let it fall on the ground.

"I think I like your shirt better," you huffed, crossing your arms. Jungkook gave a surprised laugh at your behavior and wrapped his arms around you. You turned your head when he tried to kiss you and he chuckled again, pissing you off more.

"If I give you my shirt will you kiss me?" He asked teasingly, skimming his fingers down your arms in a way that made you shiver for reasons other than the cold.

"Maybe," you huffed, still not looking at him. He didn't respond, and when you finally gave into the urge to peek you were met with the sight of his bare chest and glorious abs as he finished undoing the last couple buttons.

"There you go," he said with his stupidly handsome smile, pulling his shirt around your shoulders and sliding your arms into the sleeves as if you were a child. You were too distracted ogling his body to protest, and when he kissed you, you didn't protest. "You're cute when you're pouting."

"I'm not pouting," you protested, feeling your lower lip jut out further. He just fluffed your already messy hair while laughing and put on his jacket, then finished cleaning up. He came back to you, bag slung over his shoulder and flashlight in hand. You wobbled up to your feet, but before you could so much as stumble forward he had scooped you up into his arms to carry you bridal-style.

"Kookie!" you squealed in surprise, throwing your arms around his neck for balance. You couldn't really complain, though. The warmth radiating from his bare chest was very welcome, and he smelled divine. Plus you didn't really know if you could make it back to the car yourself without spraining your ankle.

"I've got you," he murmured into your ear, and you blushed at the memory that his words elicited. But he hadn't lied then, and he wasn't now.

"I know," you mumbled back, resting your nose in his chest so you could breathe him in. You felt safe, warm, and sleepy. "I love you, Kookie."

"I love you too, baby."

~~~~~

The front door creaked open, and Jin paused from where he was reading his book. He'd waited up to make sure the two of you (and his car) got home safe, and he was more than ready to go to bed. The cute sound of your laughter floated through the air, and he smiled as you and Jungkook appeared in the living room.

"Did you guys have a good… time…" His words died in his throat and all he could do was stare. To say the two of you looked disheveled was an understatement. Jungkook was shirtless under his jacket, and he was holding his grocery bag suspiciously carefully in front of him.

The cause of his lack of clothing was obvious, as the very wrinkled button-up sat (unfortunately very becomingly) on your smaller frame over your crumpled dress. Your hair was in disarray - Jungkook's wasn't much better - and it looked like most of your eye make up had been wiped away. Despite looking bedraggled, the maknae was grinning like an idiot and you looked positively radiant. In short, the sight of the two of you screamed "we had a lot of sex."

There was the only item that looked pristine. The dainty ribbon sat innocently on your pretty neck, taunting him, and he couldn't take his eyes off of it. Something inside of him awoke, whispering that your skin might be even better complimented by something he could pick out for you.

"Um, we did," you stammered, and Jin's gaze was drawn to just how red and swollen and inviting your lips were. His tongue flicked to wet his own.

"Thanks for letting us use your car, hyung," Jungkook said, every inch of him oozing obnoxious exuberance. Jin wanted to strangle him. "Don't worry, it's the same as before - inside and outside."

You turned bright red, swatting Jungkook's arm and glaring at the younger boy. Jin's mouth fell open at the implication.

"WellthanksforwaitingupforusJinI'mreallytiredgoodnight!"

You practically ran up the stairs, leaving the two men alone in the living room. Jin cleared his throat, trying not to stare at your ass as you left.

"Do I even want to know?" he asked in a strained voice, mind already conjuring unsolicited but not entirely unwelcome images of what you had been doing to end up in that state. Outside of his car. Jungkook smirked.

"We just had a very nice time," he replied smugly. "Anyway, thanks again for letting me use your car today, hyung! It was perfect."

Jungkook tossed the keys to Jin, and the way the youngest had shifted revealed his stained slacks. Despite having done the same thing himself, Jin couldn't resist the jibe. So he was petty when he was jealous. Sue him.

"Looks like you might have had a better time than her," he teased, looking pointedly at the maknae's pants. To his surprise, Jungkook's smug grin grew even wider.

"Oh, that's not from me. Good night, gotta go cuddle my girlfriend!"

The youngest sauntered up the stairs, leaving Jin with the most conflicted boner he had ever experienced.

~~~~~

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