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muniimyg · 2 years

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08 | that’s not my hoodie

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taglist: @kakixaku @boraength @4ksj @pamzn @jinsearth @fancycollectormoon @weasleyswizarding-wheezes @cramseys

warnings: w33d, bl0wj0b, cümming, light gaslighting ? jealousy jealousy

an: fcking finally ! thank u so much for waiting for this update (ToT)” i was trying so hard to post but soooo many things happened. pls lmk what u guys think of the story so far ! i hope u’re enjoying <3 mwahhhh

Once all the tents are set up, dinner is eaten, and Hoseok’s speaker plays soft summertime music; everyone gathers around the fire.

Immediately, you wish Yoongi was here.

You haven’t really spent much time with Taehyung or Jimin since they’re more of Jin’s friends, but you’ve seen them around here and there. If Yoongi were here, for a split second, life would feel complete.

Even so, life goes on and it’s so fucking beautiful right now.

The cotton candy sunset and the scent of roasting marshmallows fills the air radiates so much nostalgia. The people around you, though none are your family, make you feel so at ease.

Especially the one sitting next to you.

Everyone is making childish smores and you’re sitting next to Jungkook, laughing about how disgusting his smores look. It’s overflowing in every aspect. The marshmallow is melting onto his fingers and he reaches them out for you to lick. You do so, not thinking twice about it. Jin catches this and feels a little weirded out by the sight.

Nam Joon, who is sitting beside Hoseok and Jin, notices. It makes him think a thought or two but ultimately brushes it off once Taehyung and Jimin announce that they forgot their blunts in the car and plan to smoke their weed there.

“Jungkook, wanna join us?” Jimin suggests, nodding towards the car.

He looks at you.

Both Jin and Jungkook do.

You take a bite from Jungkook’s smores. With your mouthful, you manage to utter, “I’m not your mom.”

Jungkook shrugs back at you, “but you don’t like it when I ditch you to smoke.”

It’s true.

“It’s just weed,” Taehyung groans. “What’s the big deal? I’m sure Jungkook has done worse.”

He has.

The thing is, weed is just weed. No one needs to convince you that it’s okay because it is! It’s none of your business what others do anyway.. But when it comes to Jungkook, you prefer him sober.

You feel safer—like you know him better. Is that selfish?

Maybe a part of you feels resentment towards this kind of shit because it’s what made you two drift from one another. He had a habit of choosing vices over you. More than often, you found yourself fighting the urge to beg him to pick you.

You hate yourself for it.

He’s a grown man! He can make choices for himself.. Besides, how will he ever find balance if you’re always making the decisions for him?

“It’s just weed,” Jungkook shrugs.

Pick me. Stay.

“Then it’s just weed,” you repeat. “Do what you want, bhie.”

“Will you be okay here?”

Hoseok scoffs, “you need to chill. Definitely smoke some weed. Get out of here!”

Jungkook gives you a meaningful look. You smile, reassuring him it’s okay even though you wish he’d stay. He doesn’t see it though. He doesn’t see through you.

He gives you his smores.

“I’ll be back in like 15 mins tops.”

“I don’t care,” you laugh, softly pushing him. “Go have fun. Whatever!”

He flicks your forehead before you’re out of reach. Leaning in, he squints his eyes at you, “miss you one.”

“Miss you two,” you mumble back, ignoring the lump in your throat.

With that, he happily leaves and catches up with Jimin and Taehyung. With a heavy heart, you watch him walk away and all you can think to yourself is; fuck.

Old habits die hard.

When you finish your smores, your eyes widen at the realization that you’re left with such nosy people.. All alone.

Jungkook isn’t here to defend you or divert unwanted conversation. You have Jin… But Jin is literally the hot topic. Hoseok and Nam Joon’s constant glancing and confused facial expressions throughout the day only indicates one thing: they know.

Before you can spiral, Jin scoots over and Nam Joon is sure not to miss this. “You okay?”

“Mhmm,” you answer him, rather unconvincing.

“Nervous?” he whispers slowly. “Relax. Can’t do shit with these two here.” Without much thought, Jin wipes a string of marshmallow and chocolate off from the corner of your lips. Your eyes fall to his lips before they catch Hoseok’s glare.. A look? It’s definitely worth making your heart stop.

You can’t believe it.

Even in the midst of others, Jin is too shameless.. And right. You are nervous. How could you not be when—

“___, truth or dare?” Hoseok asks, causing you and Jin to break away. He’s pointing his marshmallow stick at you with a mischievous grin on his face.

“All of the sudden?”

“Mhmm! I’m spontaneous. Like, ugh, I know! So super duper sexy of me.. Anyways, truth or dare?” he waves the stick around you once more, even more annoyingly than the first.

You huff, moving the stick away from your face. “There’s nothing for you to know and nothing for me to do.” You got him there. “But I’ll play, sure! As long as I’m not your first target.”

“But it’s my game,” Hoseok whines. “You are literally no fun.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time someone’s said that to me today,” you sigh, recalling Jin’s comment from earlier. “I think you should get in line.”

Chuckling at your passiveness, Nam Joon points his marshmallow stick at Hoseok and waves it around. “Listen to her,” he insists. “I don’t trust you either.. I’ll do it. I’ll ask first.”

“Sure!” Hoseok smiles, relieved his game gets to be played regardless. “Ask ____—”

“Hobi,” Nam Joon grins, “truth or dare?”

Hoseok huffs before groaning, “dare.”

“You sure?”

“Bruh, just tell me my dare!” Hoseok exclaims, more than ready to play. He sounds childish; too excited for his own good. “Ohhh, it better be good—”

“Skinny dip tomorrow morning. We all watch.. Yay!” Nam Joon laughs, making you and Jin do the same. Hoseok’s mouth hangs open. He gulps, shaking his head.

Tomorrow morning will truly be a good morning.

“Hilarious,” he claps his hands slowly before sticking his middle finger out. “Fuck you! I know you just want to see my hope monster—“

“Your hope what?”

Hoseok rolls his eyes. “I’ll do it... Anyways… Let’s move on to.. Oh, I don’t know…” his eyes land on you. For a split moment, you feel yourself worried.

What the hell could he ask you?

Everything.

Yoongi, Jungkook, or Jin.

Fuck.

You’re so fucked—

“Jin!”

You feel relief.

“I’m not playing..” Jin sighs, leaning back. You get shivers down your back the moment you feel his fingers plucking at your bra straps. It’s lowkey, but definitely has potential of exposing you two.

“Truth or dare?” Hoseok sings, wiggling his eyebrows. After a moment of silence, Jin groans as he gives in. “Come on, Jin!”

“Dare,” Jin says easily. “If I choose truth, there’s nothing interesting for you to know about me so—”

“I dare you to join me skinny dipping tomorrow.”

“Sure,” Jin agrees, “but all dares go first.”

Hoseok glares at him, huffing as he slumps over. “Your turn,” Hoseok mumbles at Jin. Jin smirks, turning to you. You do your best to hide your nervousness. What the hell could he ask you? Now that you think of it, were you and Jin even close enough to fool around like this? For a guy who agreed to keep things on the low, he sure has been acting up today.

“___, truth or dare?” Jin asks you.

“... Truth—”

“Lame!” Hobi interrupts, waving his marshmallow stick at you again.

Nam Joon shakes his head, utterly disappointed. “God, let them play—”

“What are we playing?” Taehyung stumbles in between Hobi and Nam Joon. Jimin follows, and Jungkook, without hesitation, squeezes himself between you and Jin. He leans his body against yours, obviously feeling more relaxed. His weight against you makes you laugh.

“Lit already?” Nam Joon asks, observing them.

Jimin nods happily, “Jungkook can fucking smoke. 5 minutes in and this guy was halfway through.”

His statement doesn’t surprise anyone but it does make Jungkook feel a little uncomfortable. You can tell by the slight panic that grows in Jungkook’s eyes. You motion for him to sit next to you. Immediately, he does so.

Immediately, Jin hates the way Jungkook is cuddled up to you.

“You okay, Jungkook?” Jin asks.

“More than,” he replies, digging himself more into your embrace. “Anyways, go on..”

“Truth or dare. Jin asked ___ and she said truth before you stoners so rudely interrupted,” Hoseok explains to them. “I’m trying to get juicy shit and you guys just—”

“Peaches or oranges?” Jin peaks his head over Jungkook’s, eyes soft when they catch yours.

Your mouth drops.

“Peaches,” your lips curve into a shy smile.

Jimin gasps, eyes blood shot. “Jin! Don’t you like peaches?”

“Love them,” Jin replies.

Jungkook turns his head to ask Jin why the fuck he would ask such a stupid question and instead finds himself more confused than ever. Sure, he felt a little fuzzy from his blunt, but he swears he’s probably hallucinating when he notices Jin’s ears go rosy pink from your answer.

“Hobi, seriously.. I’m so tired. Why do you have so many games you want us to play?” Nam Joon cries, rubbing his eyes. He’s sunk into his camper chair and well on the brisk of death. “It’s almost 2AM. I want to sleep and you and Jin have to skinny dip tomorrow. I need to be awake for that shit!”

“Sleep in tomorrow! Let’s play hide and seek! It’s fun since it’s dark!” Hoseok has always been the life of the party. It’s almost insulting that everyone thinks it’s okay to sleep so early. A little offended, it only motivates him to do more.

“3 rounds, I’ll be it for the first one. Everyone can hide.. Mhmm, no partners? It’s spookier this way.. I’ll give you guys 5 minutes before I start to seek. Boarders… No one inside tents. The dock is okay. Washrooms are no… No cars too… I think that should be it.. Bring your phones in case!”

Everyone nods, following what he has to say.

“Wanna hide with me?” Jungkook giggles, pulling you to him, tugging you towards the woods. You resists and takes the opportunity to wrap himself around you. Sniffing your scent in, he can’t help but sneak in a kiss or two on the top of your head.

God, when he’s high, he is a lot more affectionate. You chuckle, unwrapping yourself from him.

“No partners, remember? Plus, I want to win. You’re terrible at hide and seek.”

Jungkook gasps, “will you ever let that go? We lost to my brother and his friends once and you will—”

“We were 9, Jungkook! We were more than capable of winning but you—”

“Okay, can’t hear you!” Jungkook covers his ears with his hands. He starts to back away from you and yells, “I need to hide and win! I’m gonna beat you!”

“Okay, go do that,” you laugh as he stumbles away. Then, when you realize that everyone has already begun to look for their hiding spots, you groan.

He was stalling you! That piece of shit.

All alone, you eye Hoseok typing away on his phone. Thinking he can’t see you, you might as well make your run for it.. But where? If Jungkook went into the woods, where did—

“___, get fucking going or else I’m going to call Yoongi and tell him you’re terrible at hide and seek.” Hoseok threatens.

“I’m amazing at hide and seek!” you cry, playing along. “Don’t be a liar!”

Oh fuck it.

To the docks you go.

“This is my hiding spot, get your own.”

His voice sends shivers down your spine.

“Jin?” you whisper.

Soon enough, you feel your arm being tugged. He then guides you to behind the a boat. You two lean against it, trying hard not to laugh.

“I feel like I’m 8 years old again, trying so hard not to pee my pants right now.” You can’t see it, but you know he’s smiling like a child. It makes your heart glow. You feel like he’s been going through so many moods today.. He must be tired now.

“Oh my god, do you have to pee?”

“No, but I want to come.”

“Jin!”

He laughs.

God, how you’ve missed hearing his laugh this close and personal. Your heart flutters at the thought of being the reason why he laughs so angelic right now.

“Finally have you alone,” he whispers, tucking your hair behind your ear. “What should we do?”

You gulp.

“Hobi is probably gonna find us any second now and—”

“I promised you the stars, ___.” Jin hums, tugging you towards him. You let him do so as your hands find their way to his hair.

It’s always been like this.

Moments of sexual tension finally being acted upon—it happens so fast.

His lips crash into yours, melting and syncing into the perfect kind of a sinking kiss. His lips have always been your favorite thing about him. So plump and full, so fucking perfect against yours. You gasp when you feel him slide his hand into your underwear. He runs his thumb against your fold and you squeal.

“Oh my god,” you giggle, “can’t you be a little more patient? I just wanna kiss.”

“No,” he groans. “Want you now.”

“Kiss me first,” you whine. “Kiss me only.”

He bites his lip, stunned and flattered at the desperation in your voice.

“Give me your panties,” he compromises.

“Deal.”

You pull away and strip. Taking your pants off, then your underwear, Jin can’t help but drool. You’re a sight—the prettiest he has ever seen. Once your underwear hits your ankles, you take them off and shove them to his chest. He takes them with a silly grin, watching your pull your leggings up again.

“Kiss,” you pout. “And no funny business.”

Jin shrugs, smiling down at you. “My hands are full anyway.” He crunches your panties in his hands, waving them to you. You laugh, pushing his hands away as you wrap yours around his neck. There, you place yourself in between his legs, platting kisses up his neck. He moans from your tender touch and can’t help but want to wrap his arms around you. Shoving your panties in his pants pocket, he places his hands on your waist.

“No funny business,” you smile into the kiss. “We made a deal.”

Fuck.

He loves it when you do that.

“Don’t you want to be fucked under the stars though?” Jin asks, fully curious.

You shrug. “Isn’t that too romantic?”

It is.

“It’s whatever,” Jin reassures you. “But if you want me to, I will.”

You blush, instantly bowing your head to his chest. You hide your smile. Shaking your head, you give yourself a moment to collect yourself. It would inflate his ego if he saw you this red.

“I do want you to,” you confess. “I want you to fuck me right now so bad. This is the prettiest night sky I’ve seen in so long.. It feels wasteful to not.. Do anything.”

“See,” Jin could see right through you. “Fuck kissing. You don’t need to act all innocent for me, bum.”

“I just don’t want to get caught!”

“Why not?” he asks, wanting to be amused. “We’re all adults here. Sex is sex.”

“Yeah? Is that what you’ll tell Jungkook when he sees you balls deep inside me?” you chuckle, fixing the strands of hair that stick to his forehead. He pushes your hands away, instantly upset at the mention of his name. Your smile drops, feeling a little uneasy already.

“Is he really all you care about?”

Your heart drops.

It’s not often that Jin makes comments about Jungkook.. But when he does, it usually does sound like this. Like petty competition and butthurt energy.. You wish it didn’t.

“No,” you tell him, “I care about other stuff too.”

“Like?”

You hum, gripping his collar and tugging him close.

“Wanna take a guess?” you laugh, pressing a kiss on his lips. He doesn’t kiss you back, but against him, you can feel a bulge that begs to differ. “Oh, I think you know.”

You lean in, kissing him again. When he kisses you back, you can’t help but smile into it like it’s the first time you two have ever kissed. Instantly, he can’t take it. He isn’t strong enough to control his need for you... And to think, all it took was smiling into the kiss to set him off.

“Shut up,” he hisses before he places his hands on your shoulders, shoving you down to your knees.

On your knees, you watch him pull his pants down. You know where this is going. Jin takes himself out and jerks himself off a few times. They’re sloppy, but he just wants this done here and now.

“Thought you were gonna fuck me under the stars?” you tease, taking his length into your hands. Stroking it, you place chant kisses on the tip.

“You wanted to kiss,” he groans. “You got that. Now it’s my turn. See? It’s a win-win.”

“You have my panties and now you’re getting your dick sucked. I only got a few kisses. This seems unfair,” you bat your eyelashes before you pretend to get up. Jin catches you in the act, cupping your face with his big hands.

“Give me this blow and I swear to god I will fucking get you the moon and stars myself.” Jin promises. He runs his thumbs across your bottom lip before pushing your lips open with it. You suck on it, letting him take it out with a small popping sound.

A string of saliva follows and all you do is smile cutely.

This is all Jin needs.

Before you know it, he guides your mouth to his length. Your mouth parts by his cock. You take him in like a true champion. He knows it too. Jin lets out a loud breathy moan as you begin to bob your head, sucking him like it’s all you’re good for. He doesn’t hold himself back as he grips the back of your head, taking a fist full of your hair, and takes over. Roughly, he moves your head to his liking. He pulls you off and lets you take a breath. After a moment, he shoves himself back into your pretty little mouth.

He thrusts himself into you. You choke a bit and it only pleases him more. You hands grip his waist, needing to do so for balance. You look up at him with teary eyes, thankful for such a time. He wipes away a fallen tear with his thumb before caressing your cheek that is full of him.

It goes on for a while. Your mouth gets tired and your knees feel like giving in after what feels like forever. Finally, his thrust stops mid way and his voice hitches when he says, “fuck, I’m close.”

Then, he spills himself into you. His cum overflows from your mouth, you gag. You swallow as much as you can, but a good amount of it drips onto your shirt.

You sigh as he helps you up, wiping your mouth.

“Here,” he takes off his hoodie and offers it to you. Thanking him, you take his hoodie and put it on. Jin puts on his pants and takes a deep breath. “Think we should head back? It’s been like 30 minutes and no one’s come to find us.”

“Sure,” you agree, brushing the sand off your knees. “I think we won.”

“I think we should’ve hid inside my car,” he comments. “Definitely would’ve fucked you there.”

“Idiot,” you face palm. “You act like we don’t fuck every week.”

“I’m keeping these, by the way.” Jin smirks, showing you your underwear before shoving it back into his pockets. “Thanks for the weekly peaches. These ones especially.. I’ll give you the moon and stars someday.”

“Just the moon is okay.”

“Just the moon it is.”

“Where the fuck have you been?”

“Hey, no one freaking found us!” you squeal, running to Jungkook and linking arms with him. Jungkook looks over you, noticing Jin trailing behind. When he sees Jin shoving his hands into his sweat pants pockets, he realizes how cold Jin looks. Then, Jungkook’s focus falls on you. As you tug on his arm, yapping away about how you’ve won, he can’t help but wonder why the fuck you have Jin’s hoodie on.

“I thought the game was no partners? Why were you with Jin?” Jungkook asks, eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Why are you wearing his hoodie? That’s not my hoodie.”

“She was cold,” Jin chimes in. “You would have killed me if I let her freeze to death.”

He has a point.

“Wait,” you connect, “where’s Nam Joon? Taehyung—”

“Asleep. We finished the game like 20 minutes ago,” Hoseok explains. “We’re gonna continue it tomorrow night since they’re all too high or too sleepy to play. I found Nam Joon asleep by the washrooms and Jimin and Taehyung attempting to do cartwheels near the fire.”

Jin rolls his eyes, unsure if he should be amused or concerned for his two friends. Jungkook, who can’t seem to connect the dots, is still frustrated at how you didn’t want to hide with him but hid with Jin. You feel blissful. Even though you didn’t come tonight, you felt some sort of clarity between you and Jin.

“If the game finished ages ago, how come no one bothered to—”

“What do you mean?” Jimin giggles, poking his head into the conversation. “Hoseok found you guys first.”

“What—”

“Yeah!” Jimin says sluggishly, “and you know what? It’s a good thing he found you two first! Serves you two right for not playing fair.. Teaming up when we said no partners? Rude.”

Your eyes immediately go to Jin. God, everything inside you feels like you could lose it right now. Kind of like you’re walking on thin ice. Your eyebrows furrow at the sight of Jin when you realize he doesn't look worried at anxious at all. Instead, he looks content.

He looks relieved.

Your heart races. You send him a question look and he sends you one back. Jungkook doesn’t miss this exchange and neither does Hoseok.

“Liars,” Hoseok sighs, approaching Jin. He puts his arm around Jin’s shoulders, leans forwards and glares at you. “I fucking hate them.”

#jinkook x oc #jin x oc #jin smut #bts smut #jungkook smut #jungkook x oc #bts f2l #bts bf2l #jungkook bf2l #jin fwb

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bonvoyagenoona · 2 years

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Now that the Seoul concerts info has been officially announced I'm glad to not be going 🤣 I'm sure I will explode if I'm not able to scream when Joon shows us that bod 😭 also, K-ARMY deserves to get this chance with them. As for a world tour, you bet I'll be there! I'm from Canada & unfortunately I don't think they'll be doing a stop here this time. But I will definitely come for US dates, I'm familiar with California so I will most likely go there when they come, but my friends & I also thinking of New York, New Jersey or even Chicago for a change. If we're ever in the same area again, I'd love to say hi. Also, I've been sharing you work with my ARMY friends & we've just about decided that we could start a podcast talking about The Road To You alone. 🤣🤣

HAHAHAHAHAHA my parents spent some good coin on sending me to lessons, so I won't say I'm bad 😅 the Titos and Titas probably did enjoy little Ruru's singing, but the awkwardness of sniffling from crying would have been hard to ignore. Little Ruru fought a lot with Mom cuz she wanted to play, not entertain 🤣🤣 Gosh, that song!! 'Ikaw' is such a difficult song to give justice to! The amount of times I've been asked to sing this at weddings and had to turn it down 😅😅 I'm sorry but ya girl cannot do that to Ms Sharon and Ms Regine hahahahaha

Talking about this makes me wish I'm not back from vacation so I could go out for some drinks and karaoke. But alas, all the fun will have to wait. I have quite a bit of Korean songs for karaoke night tho! My go-tos are Lee Sunhee's Fate, Meet Him Among Them and 나 항상 그대를, Ailee's I Will Show You, Park Hyoshin Wildflower and Davichi's It's Okay, That's Love. There's a few more that I'd like to learn tho. And as your for dream of Yoongi rapping with your rendition of Song Request, I feel the same with eight (MIN YOONGI WHERE NA YOOUU).

Eee so thrilled for the streams for the Seoul concerts, and yessss, it would be amazing to get to say hi!! Tbh, if they ever do go to Canada, I would very seriously entertain going to Vancouver or Toronto. I was born in and have family in Toronto, and I've always wanted to visit Vancouver!

Bahaha, aw, thanks for reading and sharing The Road to You 🤩 Your message about it really touched my heart, and it means to much that you enjoyed and felt that fic so deeply! I feel like it might be a rare thing, but the way you understood and saw the Yoongi chapter. Means the world.

Ahhh, I so see little Ruru! She is an artist! Let her do her thing, her way! And oh man, if you sing IU and especially Ailee, as a go-to, then you definitely have the pipes!! Lol how am I nostalgic for a karoke night with you when we haven't even met? But I guess that's the beauty of this wonderful bubble! It just feels like one big, fun karaoke night!

Hoping you're well! Sending you smiles from the couch as Yoongi gets your mics set up for your rendition of Eight!

#asks #your asks #rurugoeson #awwww you and yoongi!!#look at you go #flying and traveling those worlds

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kookie-for-you · 4 years

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You Take Care of Him When He’s in Bad Condition

TW: Eating Disorder

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Scenario:

You hurry through the BigHit Building, heading for the practice room you know the guys are working in today. One of your boyfriend’s members texted you, telling you to come quickly. Apparently your boyfriend was in bad condition and they needed your help in some way or another. You had dropped what you were doing immediately and raced over in record time.

When you found yourself in front of the practice room door, you paused for a second to take a breath and then rushed inside.

Kim Seokjin/Jin:

Seokjin’s face is the first thing your eyes settle on in the room, and your heart is relieved when you see the big smile he is sending your way. That relief is short-lived however, when you notice he is laid out on the couch with several staff members crowded around him.

“Ah, Y/N!” he called as you hurried to his side. He held up his hand to take yours as you crouched next to his head, the charming smile still not leaving his face. “They told me they’d called you. I would have said there’s no need, but I selfishly wanted to see your beautiful face anyway.”

“What have you done now, Seokjin?” you demand, looking more to the staff and Bangtan members who are gathered around.

Seokjin waved his free hand around as though to wave away your question. “It’s nothing, it’s really nothing—” He cuts himself off with a strained gasp of pain, his face contorting as he holds it in. Your eyes widen and you look from him to the staff, demanding anyone answer you.

“Don’t move around too much, hyung,” Namjoon said, in a tone of voice that suggested he’d said this already. “You’ll strain your back worse.”

You sigh, looking back to Seokjin. “Your back again?” you say sadly. “What did you do?”

Seokjin smiles again, though it’s less overly charming and more wistful. More genuine. “Just practicing. I guess I turned too much. I’m getting old, you know? I should be more careful.”

“Be quiet, oppa, you’re not that old,” you scold him, running your hand up and down his arm soothingly. You knew how much his back could hurt him, and to have strained it again he was probably in a great deal of pain.

“The chiropractor has time for him in an hour, and we’ve already given him some painkillers,” one of the staff members said. “He should be in good enough condition to move in just a little while.”

You nodded, your focus mainly on Seokjin. If this injury put him out of commission this close to a comeback, he would be devastated. You knew your focus for the foreseeable future would be helping him recover.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Min Yoongi/Suga:

Your first surprise was how dark it was in the practice room. All the overhead lights were turned out, and it was dead quiet. The sound of the door closing behind you seemed to loud. You could only see where the boys were from the row of cell phone glows against the far wall where the sat.

“Where’s Yoongi?” you asked, and at least three separate voices shushed you. One of the boys stood up and as he approached you could see it was Seokjin.

“His head is hurting him,” Seokjin whispered. He gestured to the far corner where you could barely make out a lump that you presumed was your boyfriend. “He refused to see the medical staff and it made him too nauseous to move any further than the sofa.”

Namjoon joined you now, nodding. “We forced him to take some pain medicine, but that usually doesn’t do much does it?” he asked.

You sighed and shook your head. “Not when it’s this bad. I should have noticed he was starting to get a migraine, but I was in such a rush this morning to get to my errands.

“The managers suggested we call you, maybe you can get him to go home, or at least get him to his studio so we can continue to practice,” Seokjin said, though he didn’t look pleased at the thought. You knew very well that none of the boys liked to practice without all of them well enough to join.

You nodded, then walked over towards the sofa as softly as possible. Your heart began to break more and more as you got closer and could make out Yoongi’s huddled form. He was curled in a ball on the couch, eyes tightly shut, both hands clutching his head against what you knew was agonizing pain.

Carefully, you knelt beside the sofa. “Yoongi,” you said, your voice barely even a whisper. Even still, his eyes twitched as though the sound were painful. “I’m sorry. I know it hurts. Do you think you can move? We don’t have to get all the way home. Let’s just get you down to your studio and you can rest on the sofa there.”

Almost imperceptibly, the movement was so slight, Yoongi nodded. You sighed with relief. “Can you walk, baby?” you asked, running your cold hands along his neck, knowing that could help relieve the pain for a moment. His eyes relaxed momentarily as you did so. “I can get Namjoon or Jungkook to carry you?”

“I can walk,” he murmured, the barest of sounds, his voice rough with repressed pain. “It’s a little better now.”

“Okay,” you said, letting your hand rest on his. “Just take my hand when you’re ready. We’ll go slowly, I promise.” You waited there until he was ready to take your hand.

Jung Hoseok/J-Hope:

The practice room was full of action by the time you walked in. You were startled by the amount of staff in the room, even more than normal. It took you a minute to even locate the guys in the mess.

“Y/N!” you heard Taehyung call to you. He waved you over to where they were gathered. You rushed over to find that they were gathered around Hobi, who was seated with his right foot elevated onto another chair. “Here she is, Hobi-hyung.”

You could see that Hobi’s eyes and cheeks were red from shedding tears. “Jagi,” he said, a bit thickly. Alarmed, you knelt beside him immediately. “Ah, jagi, it hurts.”

“What happened?” you asked, looking down to his ankle. You were shocked to see how swollen it was, even around the ice packs that staff were holding there for him. “Hobi, what happened?”

“He was showing us the new dance, and he jumped and…and he just didn’t land right,” Namjoon explained, running a hand through his hair. “We’re not sure if it’s broken or just really badly sprained.”

“Why aren’t you at the hospital yet?” you demanded.

“Hyung wouldn’t go until you were here,” Taehyung explained. Jimin nodded solemnly next to him—all of the members looked absolutely grave. An ankle injury for their lead dancer was a serious thing, and to see their best friend in pain was agonizing for them as well.

“Oh, Hobi,” you scolded lightly, running your hand through his hair, pushing his bangs away from his sweaty forehead. “You need to see a doctor.”

“I wanted to see you first,” he said, sniffling. You knew he was an emotional person, but you still felt he was even holding back considering the pain he probably felt.

“I would have met you there! It doesn’t matter. I’m here now, so let’s get him to a doctor,” you said, addressing the room as though you were in charge. Everyone rushed into action at your words and Jungkook stepped forward to lift Hobi into his arms.

Hobi let the maknae carry him without any protest. “Don’t leave, jagi,” he begged, and your heart cracked at the fear in his voice. You knew that he was probably more scared than in pain right now—scared that he would be too injured to dance.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you assured him, keeping up with Jungkook’s long-legged stride as Hobi was carried out of the studio. You were going to be with Hoseok every step of the way, no matter what it took.

Kim Namjoon/RM:

The sound of vomiting was unpleasantly the first thing you heard. Wincing, you turned towards the noise and found your suspicions to be correct—Kim Namjoon was sitting on the sofa puking into a tiny trash can.

“What—” You couldn’t even finish your question as you rushed to sit by him, placing a hand on his back comfortingly.

He gasped for breath as he finished throwing up, a fine layer of sweat covering his face. “W-what are you doing here?” he asked.

“We called her Joon,” Seokjin said, standing off to the side with arms folded. Most of the guys were gathered a distance away—Hobi was nearly all the way across the room with headphones on. You were honestly surprised he still managed to be in the practice room.

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

Yoongi snorted. “Kid, you’re puking your guts out. You need to go home, and she’s here to take you.”

Namjoon weakly waved that statement away. “I probably just ate something funny. I’ll be fine once I’ve got it out of my system.”

“You said that two buckets ago, hyung,” Jungkook reminded him as he came over with a fresh trash can, taking the one in Namjoon’s hands with a wrinkled nose.

“Joonie, were you feeling sick this morning?” you asked him, running your hand across his forehead, wiping the sweat away. He didn’t feel overly warm, only slightly heated from the effort of vomiting.

“Oppa is fine, babygirl, don’t worry,” Namjoon said in a voice that would have been convincing if he didn’t immediately follow it by gagging into the trash again.

“Please get him out of here,” Seokjin begged you. “Force him to rest. He can’t have anything left in his stomach at this point so your car should be safe.”

You nodded, and rubbed at Namjoon’s arm. “Oppa, I think I should take you home, all right? If you can’t even stand long enough without wanting to puke, you’re not going to be useful here.”

Namjoon sighed. You could tell he was conflicted. On the one hand, he wanted to be a strong lead and be there for his members. On the other, he obviously wouldn’t let any of the members practice in this condition, so he should set the example that he wanted them to follow. Oh, not to mention, he clearly felt like garbage.

“All right,” he said weakly, setting down the trash can with shaking hands. You stood, helping him up with both hands on one of his arms, and Yoongi on his other side.

“I’ll help you down to your car,” Yoongi offered.

“Thanks hyung,” Namjoon replied, closing his eyes as the movement made his stomach churn again, but he managed to keep himself together. “And thank you Seokjin-hyung. Tell Jungkook thank you as well. And tell everyone I’m sorry.”

“Just get some rest, Namjoon-ah,” Seokjin said with a gentle smile, before walking over to the rest of the guys to update them on Namjoon’s condition.

You brushed Namjoon’s hair from his eyes again, giving him an encouraging smile. “Let’s get you feeling better, oppa,” you said, before starting the shaky journey to the car.

Park Jimin/Jimin:

A staff member brushed by you out the door as you entered, taking your attention for a second, but then you looked back at the room. The guys were gathered around the sofa in the corner, upon which—you realized with your heart dropping—Jimin was laid out. Namjoon raised his hand to wave you over.

“Y/N,” Jimin said weakly as you rushed over. He attempted to sit up, but Hoseok kept an insistent hand on his shoulder to keep him laying down. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“What happened?” you asked. Jimin was pale, his face glistening with a layer of sweat. You rested your hand on his forehead and found no fever, but his skin was clammy.

“Nothing, they’re overreacting,” Jimin said, rolling his eyes.

“He collapsed,” Hoseok corrected, looking at you with seriousness in his eyes. “You tell us if we’re overreacting.”

“Jiminie!” you exclaimed, standing up in shock. He followed you up, brushing past Hoseok’s hand to sit up abruptly.

“Y/N, I…” he trailed off as he started to sway, the sudden movement doing bad things for his currently delicate equilibrium. Six sets of hands reached out to steady him and help him lean back to recline again.

You buried your face in your hands, fighting back tears at seeing Jimin look so weak. “Jiminie, you said you had this diet under control,” you murmured.

“He is dieting again,” Jungkook exclaimed, standing up from where he’d been crouched at Jimin’s feet. “I knew it.”

“How can you let him diet without keeping a closer eye on him?” Taehyung demanded. You looked up at him, surprised to see his angry expression directed at you. “You know how he can get. We’ve trusted you with him since he moved in with you.”

“I—” You didn’t know how to respond.

“Don’t you yell at her, Kim Taehyung,” Jimin said with surprising force. “It’s not her fault. And for the record, I am being healthy.”

“That’s hard to defend when you just passed out in dance rehearsal,” Seokjin said sternly, folding his arms over his chest. “Don’t try and convince us it’s a coincidence.”

Jimin shut his eyes for a moment. “Maybe I skipped a couple of meals the last few days. But it was only a few.”

You shook your head, fighting back tears. “Jimin, we’ll talk about it later. For now, we’re going home.” You looked back to Taehyung. “Will you let me take him home, or am I not trustworthy enough?”

Taehyung looked chided, and seemed to be feeling some remorse for his outburst at you. “Take him home,” Namjoon answered for him. “We know you can take care of him. And we’ll all be over after practice for a group talk, got it?” That last part he directed to Jimin, who nodded meekly.

You knelt beside Jimin again. “Can you walk yet, do you think?” you asked. Jimin nodded again, sitting up slowly, resting his head in his hands and accepting a drink of water from the bottle that Yoongi held to his lips. He stood up slowly, wobbling a bit before finding his footing. You took his arm to help steady him.

“I’m sorry, jagi,” he whispered to you, and his eyes meeting yours were truly so apologetic you thought you might cry again from the sight.

“You’ll be all right, Jiminie,” you told him. “We’ll be okay.”

Kim Taehyung/V:

The room was quiet when you came in. You could see the guys gathered around, some of them sitting against the mirror. Tae was at the center of them, his knees drawn to his chest and arms holding them there, Jimin with his arm wrapped around him.

“Tae?” you called as you walked over. He looked up at you and you felt your eyes widen to see his face. His cheeks were tear-stained and his eyes were red. “What’s going on?” you asked, stopping outside the circle of BTS members.

“Jagi,” he said, voice rough. “My mom called. My dad…he’s sick. Mom said he had a heart attack. They’re at the hospital now.”

Your heart dropped. This was probably the worst thing that could happen to Tae. His family was the most important thing in the world to him. “Tae, I’m so…” You couldn’t even finish that thought. You couldn’t say you were sorry, because it wasn’t enough. Not for this. “What do you want to do?”

“Manager-nim already said he can go and have as much time off as he needs,” Namjoon said, looking back at you from his spot on the floor. “We’re between comebacks and have no urgent schedules for a week.”

You nodded. “Let’s go then,” you said to Tae, knowing what he needed to do right now. You reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him to his feet. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly. “It’s okay,” you whispered to him, hugging him back. “Let’s go, we’ll get packed, we’ll get Tannie, and we’ll start driving. We can be there in a few hours.” You felt Tae nod against your head, and pulled away.

“Thank you for calling me,” you said to the guys. They all made soft sounds of confirmation, some waving and gesturing. “I’ll keep you guys updated, all right?” You knew that they wanted nothing more than to be with Tae through this, but it wouldn’t be right for all seven members of BTS to crowd into Tae’s father’s hospital room.

Once out of the practice room, you’d made it halfway to the elevator before Tae suddenly stopped you. “Jagi, I…” He cut himself off, shaking his head and bending over, placing his hands on his knees. “Jagi, I can hardly breathe right now. What do I do? What will I do if…if my dad…?”

You leaned down, placing your hands on Tae’s cheeks, tilting his face back to look at you. “Tae, sweetie, just breathe. All you can do right now is breathe, and go be with your family. You’re so lucky that you’re getting to do that. Let’s go get our things and your dog and get out there. Your dad will be okay.” You felt a little nervous adding that last part, because you couldn’t promise that. But it was what Tae needed to hear to keep moving.

Tae took in a deep breath, nodding and standing up straight. “I don’t know how I could do this without you, yeobo,” he said, hugging you again. “I can barely think. Thank you for being here for me.”

“Always, Tae,” you murmured into his chest. “Always.”

Jeon Jungkook/Jungkook:

There was yelling happening in the dance studio. “Jeon Jungkook, sit down right now or so help me—” That was Seokjin, and if you were Jeon Jungkook you’d have been following the words coming out of his mouth because he sounded angry.

However, the actual Jeon Jungkook was much more stubborn than you. “Hyung, I’m fine! Leave me be!” Your eyes fell on Jungkook as he flipped his bangs from his forehead, and you could see the deep flush across his face. His eyes met yours and filled with confusion, then annoyance.

“Hyungs!” he whined, leaning back to stare at the ceiling. “You called my girlfriend on me? I’m not even sick!” However, contrary to that statement, a coughing fit overtook him, practically rocketing his body backward as he very nearly overbalanced.

His six hyungs were in various places around the room, all apparently in some state of anger, annoyance, or worry. “Y/N it’s good you’re here,” Namjoon said, shaking his head as he came to greet you. He folded his arms and gestured to the maknae, who still stood defiantly in the center of the room, arms now folded across his chest as his coughing abated. “He’s stubborn and you know that.”

“I do,” you agree. “What’s wrong?” You asked this as you strode forward, towards the mentioned stubborn maknae, hand already reaching out with the intention of landing on his forehead.

Jungkook expertly dodged your hand, waving it away. “Y/N, I’m fine,” he said. “They shouldn’t have called you here. They’re just delaying when we could be practicing.”

Jimin threw his hands in the air and walked away, clearly not wanting to lose his temper. “Jungkook-ah, you’re sick,” Taehyung called out, walking backwards and turning his attention to calm Jimin down.

“It’s a cough, hyung,” Jungkook whined. “I already said I won’t sing, just let’s have dance rehearsal!”

“You’re running a fever, Jungkookie, I could feel the heat coming off you just by sitting beside you,” Seokjin stated. The eldest and the youngest faced off, staring daggers at each other. You took that moment of distraction to place your hand on Jungkook’s face, gasping when you felt the heat yourself.

“Jungkook, you’re burning up!” you exclaimed, even as he pulled your hand off of him. “How are you still standing?”

“I said I’m okay, Y/N-noona, really,” he insisted, but you could see something in his eyes had slipped. His lashes fluttered and for a second his knees seemed to give.

All of the boys shouted, each running forward to assist you as Jungkook’s weight fell on you. Jungkook seemed to catch himself before he fully collapsed, but grabbed your shoulder with his hand to steady himself as the hyungs made to support him.

“Jungkookie, you are not fine,” you say firmly. “I’m taking you home and putting you to bed before you pass out and make yourself even sicker. Understood?”

Jimin and Taehyung exchanged a look. “I’d listen to her, Jungkookie,” Jimin commented. “She’s scary.”

“Noona,” Jungkook murmured, his voice weak suddenly, as though all the fighting had finally taken the last bit of energy out of him. He sighed and nodded. “Please take me home.”

You rubbed your eyes, frustrated yet relieved by the turn of events. Jungkook was so stubborn that he would keep his position until he was literally forced not to—for him to give in meant he was feeling really awful at this point. “Yes, Jungkookie,” you said, as Seokjin wrapped his own jacket around Jungkook’s shoulders and Hoseok brought over the maknae’s backpack. “Noona is taking you home.”

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The Boys Visit Your Newborn For The First Time ~ Min Yoongi

Four days had passed since the most magical day of both of your lives. Your daughter was already growing, as she found her feet on the ground. You and Yoongi had barely been away from her, keeping a very close eye on her, showering her with cuddles and kisses.

“I’m so excited for today, the boys have been texting me all the time,” Yoongi smiled, as he dressed your daughter in a light red baby grow that Jungkook had bought for her.

After making sure your baby had time to settle into her new home, today was the day that the boys would finally be coming around to meet your new-born. From the second she was born; your phones had been bombarded with pleas to meet the new member of the family.

Throughout your whole pregnancy they had been dreams, taking care of you alongside Yoongi, buying you plenty of presents to spoil your little girl rotten, as well as treating you with gifts and trips to help keep you healthy.

Eleven o’clock was the time they had been told to come around, and as the time neared, you could tell Yoongi was slightly apprehensive. “Feeling good?” You asked him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I just don’t want the boys to overwhelm her or scare her.”

“They wouldn’t do that; they already adore the bones of her.”

He smiled softly, cradling his princess against his chest, as the doorbell rang, six eager boys banging on the door. With a soft kiss pressed to Yoongi’s chin, you skipped to the front door, opening it up.

Your eyes widened when you saw them all, hands holding tightly to several gift bags and giant cuddly toys. Each of them had excitable grins on their faces as you stood back, allowing them to come in. “Please keep the noise down, she’s just woken up from a nap.”

You knew that none of them would listen to your advice, as they raced into the living room, not even bothering to greet you like they usually did. You weren’t their favourite girl anymore, and that was okay.

Their breaths were taken away when they found Yoongi walking around the room, bouncing his little girl in his arms.

“Wow.”

“Let me see!”

Yoongi spun around as they all froze in the doorway. “Boys, come and meet Nancy, she’s so excited to meet you.”

Taehyung was the first to step forwards, dropping the three Gucci bags he had in his hands. The boys quickly followed, but Taehyung knew that he was at the front of the queue for kisses and cuddles from the sleepy girl in his hyung’s arms.

“Make sure you support her under her bum and the back of her head,” Yoongi instructed as he placed her in Taehyung’s arms. “She’s still a bit tired.”

“She’s…beautiful,” he whispered, looking down in complete awe.

Yoongi stayed incredibly close to all the boys as they each took it in turns to pass your daughter around and cradle her, admiring the little features she possessed.

“Have you guys thought about what you wanted to do for godparents yet?” Jin asked. It was the inevitable question, and position, that all the boys had fought over. “Not that we’re rushing you, but we were all interested to see who you’d picked.

“We’ve had a few discussions, but it’s not our priority right now, our little one is,” Yoongi spoke, knowing that the two of them were all fighting fort he role of godfather.

You sat down on the sofa whilst the boys surrounded your daughter, feeling it dip as Namjoon sat beside you. “I wanted to come and see how you were doing; have you been healing well? Looking after yourself? I know life is hectic right now.”

From the beginning of your relationship you found yourself bonding with Yoongi. He knew that man better than anyone else, and he knew just how perfect you were for him. Whilst everyone else cooed over the baby for the past nine months, in the back of his mind, he was wanting to check over on you.

You rested your head on his shoulder, nodding your head. “Right now, I’m in a bubble of bliss. I’m doing really thank you Joon.”

“Nancy definitely looks like you Y/N,” Hobi spoke up, poking his tongue out as she stared wide-eyed up at him. “It’s lucky really, a baby who looks like Yoongi might be a bit scary, but luckily she takes after her mother this time.”

Yoongi reached across, carefully jabbing Hobi in the hip. “If you want even the slightest chance of being godfather to this baby, I advise that you stop picking on the father of said baby, and instead praise our family.

“You guys have been amazing,” Jimin interrupted, with a big smile on his face. “We’re so proud of the both of you, you’ve created a beautiful child, who will have six uncles who will continue to look after her, and never let a boy go near her.”

The boys nodded in agreement, knowing how long the two of you had dreamt to have a baby, to see the two of you living out your dream made all of them ridiculously happy. Together, you were like one big, dysfunctional family altogether.

Whilst the boys cooed around Nancy, Yoongi sat beside you, resting his hand on your thigh. “I’ve been having a bit of a think about this whole godfather thing,” he spoke.

“Yeah, what are you thinking?”

He glanced over at the boys, as Nancy smiled softly, making any noise that could escape from her. “I’ve been thinking, what about if we have no official godfather, but six unofficial ones. I can’t decide between all of them., they all mean far too much to me.”

Each of them had qualities you knew would benefit your daughter. Namjoon would be there for advice, Hobi would make her laugh, Taehyung would entertain her, whilst Jimin could dance around her. Jungkook would always be there to make her laugh, whilst Jin would happily play games with her all day and night if he could.

“Boys, can we have a chat?” Yoongi spoke, as they all looked up reluctantly from your baby, to the two of you on the sofa. “Y/N and I have been thinking that maybe we won’t be having a godfather for Nancy, instead we’ll have godfathers.”

“What do you mean?”

“We want the six of you to play an equal part of her life,” you interrupted, “there will be no official godfather, because all of you are just as important to her, and to us. It’s impossible to ever select one of you above the other.”

They all chuckled, looking at each other with wide smiles on their faces, before cooing back down to Nancy, as the competition between the six of them finally came to an end.

“We all promise to take such good care of her guys, all of us are going to be the best godfathers that you could have ever wished for,” Namjoon smiled, “if any of them step out of line, you just let me know.”

“I’m sure you’ll all be perfect, it’s clear how much she means to you all. But you are going to have to give her back tonight, she’s not yours to keep.”

You reached over to Jungkook who held Nancy close, carefully taking her from his muscular arms. “Can we come back tomorrow for more cuddles?”

“You’re more than welcome, any time you want.”

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Idol BTS! Reaction To You Having A Terminal Illness Part 2

Hey there! I didn't think my terminal illness reaction was that good. Thank you so much. I'm pretty shocked that you actually wanna read more to it. So I hope you like it, anon!

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Kim Seokjin:

Jin sat at the very bench where he had found out about your illness. He still wasn't over you, he would never be. It had been a year since you passed away and this was a usual habit of his. He would come to this place and imagine as if you were sitting by him, listening to whatever he had to say. He closed his eyes and let the wind caress his face. "Hello, princess. I'm back, as always." He let out a chuckle at his own words. "I hope heaven's treating you well. If they aren't, then they better be careful. I'll be there soon, you know." He said, looking at the stars in the sky. Jin knew very well that soon meant a pretty long time, but he was willing to wait it out. "Oh, did I mention that they tried to set me up on a blind date again? Yeah, I don't understand why they wouldn't give up because there's no way someone else can be what you were to me." He mumbled, eyes gazing at the empty seat next to him. He remembered how you told him that he had to find someone. Someone who would love him as you did. But Jin knew that there was no one. There could never be. Suddenly, his phone rung, screen flashing jungkook's name. He shook his head and ignored the call. "I'll be back, princess. Take care. I love you." He smiled at the stars. Getting up from the bench, he went to his car, knowing that he'll be back and you'll listen to him. Like always.

Kim Namjoon:

Namjoon stood near the grey stone, your name engraved in it. It gave him great comfort in knowing that you were still here, beneath all the mud, resting in peace now. He kneeled beside your grave, placing the fresh orchids above all the other flowers. Everyone had gone home after the ceremony was over, leaving Namjoon to grieve in his own way. Your family had also left with heavy hearts, tears streaming down their faces on the loss of someone so dear to them. "I miss you, already," Namjoon whispered, clenching his eyes shut, trying not to cry. Not being able to hold it back, he let it all out. Taking off his glasses that you loved so much, he covered his face with his hands. The gentle wind ruffled his hair as if it were your fingers. He felt your presence, your head on his shoulder, your hand rubbing his back soothingly. "It'll be okay, Joon. I promise." Your sweet voice sounding like music to his ears. He slowly removed his hands from his face, revealing his red eyes and wet cheeks. You smiled at him before placing your lips on his forehead. Namjoon knew very well that this was only an illusion and he wanted it to last as long as possible. "I know it'll be okay, Y/N." He said, crying and holding your hand as you started to fade away. "I love you." He sniffled, watching as you left him. He stood up, taking slow steps backwards, eyes never leaving your grave. Turning around, he forced himself not to look back. "I'll be fine, Y/N. I promise." He muttered, taking in a deep breath and preparing to start a life without you.

Min Yoongi:

The computer screen emitted light strong enough to illuminate the dark studio. Yoongi had been writing songs for the upcoming album, barely getting any sleep. He decided to take a break and proceeded to save the track, closing the tab to reveal your face. It had been 4 years since you went to a better place but it didn't feel like it. Instead, it was as if you never left, as if you were constantly around him. Maybe it was because of a certain 12-year-old girl that had eyes like yours even though she was adopted. Yoongi sighed and closed his eyes, ready to take a nap. A few minutes later, he felt hands covering his eyes and a small giggle ringing through the studio. "You're back early," Yoongi mumbled, taking the smaller hands into his own. "Yup, I had a dream where mom told me to check on you so here I am and clearly she was right." Said your daughter, gazing around the darkroom before going to switch on the lights. Yoongi let out a groan before turning his chair around to see her sitting on the plush couch, fiddling with the hem of her school uniform. Yoongi frowned and went to sit beside her. "And what could be bothering my rockstar?" He asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. The young girl hesitated before raising her head to see Yoongi's concerned face. "It's Mother's Day tomorrow." She let out the words and gazed down at the carpet. Yoongi felt a wave of sadness go through him when he saw the tears trailing down his daughter's cheek. "I miss her, dad." She mumbled, voice cracking before she broke down into sobs. Yoongi pulled her into a hug and tried to control the tears threatening to spill. "She doesn't have to be here to be with you, remember? She's watching us from up there and she would hate to see us like this. Do you want her to be sad?" He said, voice as gentle as a feather. The 12-year-old shook her head and wiped her tears. Even though you left, you definitely prepared them to live without you. It wasn't easy at first but life goes on and people move on too.

Jung Hoseok:

The children laughed and chased each other around, the sun shining brightly in the sky. Hoseok admired the scene in front of him, thinking about the possibilities of saving at least one of the kids from being consumed by the illness that took you away from him. He looked up at the sky and smiled. He had just made a generous donation to a cancer charity for children in your name. He didn't want anyone to ever go through the pain of losing someone in such a terrible way. He felt his coat being tugged at, making him snap out of his thoughts. He looked down to find a little girl, holding a little teddy bear in one hand. "Hello Mr, are you an angel?" She asked, looking up at him with big and hopeful eyes. He chuckled and kneeled down in front of her. "What makes you say that?" He asked, still smiling. "Ms Jo said that an angel had come to let us know that we'll be okay. I'm sorry though, you see it's our playtime so no one was inside." She explained making hoseok's heart fill with warmth. He looked down at his shoes before looking back at her. "I am not an angel, sweets. But I do have an angel who sent me here. She's watching us from up there." He said, pointing up at the sky as the girl looked up. She smiled and asked him what the angel's name was. "Y/N." He answered. The little girl nodded and handed him her teddy bear. "Will you please give her this and tell her I said thank you?" She asked, gazing at Hoseok with her innocent eyes. Hoseok looked away as his eyes started to water. It had barely been 6 months without you and he was still trying to cope with the pain. He blinked away the tears and accepted the bear, nodding with a tight-lipped smile. The girl grinned and hugged him, making Hoseok feel better. He hugged her back and let a tear slip down his cheek. Before pulling away, he quickly wiped the tear. Waving him goodbye, the little girl ran back to her friends and Hoseok walked away. Maybe life won't be so bad. Maybe, just maybe he'll be happy again.

Park Jimin:

Jimin leaned his elbows on the railing in the huge balcony of the penthouse he had rented. The sun was setting on the horizon, the sky a beautiful mix of colours. This vacation was absolutely necessary after everything that he had been through. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of peace and contentment. Slowly, he felt your hands wrapped around him from behind. Smiling, he leaned his head back, resting it on your head. "Hi." You mumbled, grinning from ear to ear. He chuckled and turned around, pulling you into his chest. "Did you take your medicines?" He asked, swaying from side to side with you in his arms. You nodded and closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat. A miracle recovery, the doctors had called it. You had survived even though everyone had already begun counting the number of days you had. "I'm happy." You stated and looked up to see Jimin's eyes. He smiled and leaned his forehead against yours. "Not more than me." He mumbled before kissing you. "I don't know what I would have done if-" you stopped him before he could complete that sentence by kissing him more deeply. Eventually, you both pulled away, gasping for breath. Jimin intertwined your fingers with his and kissed them one by one, letting his lips linger longer where the diamond ring adorned your finger. Now there was nothing that could take away the love you shared. "I can't wait to call you mine completely." He said, burying his face in your neck. You giggled and ran your hands through his hair. "And I can't wait to be yours completely." You replied, gazing at the sky which was now devoid of the sun.

Kim Taehyung:

Taehyung fluffed the pillows and arranged the blankets, making sure they were comfortable enough. The light from inside the truck streamed through the glass window lighting up the back of it. Taehyung grabbed his phone and checked the time. 2:00 AM. He smiled and looked at the sky. Finally, another item was checked off the bucket list that you both shared, witness a meteor shower together. "It's almost time," Taehyung announced, looking around once more to make sure everything was okay. He got off the back to help you climb up. You were still weak from all the treatments and medicines. Once he tucked you in, he got in beside you and held you close to him. "Are you cold?" He asked, brushing your hair off of your face. You shook your head and looked up at him. Suddenly, you saw bright lights from the corner of your eye making you turn your head. The rapid movement of the stars appearing and fading had you gasping in amazement. But Taehyung couldn't take his eyes off you. He had come so close to losing you. He was relieved that everything was okay now, you were okay and so was he. "I told you I'd complete the bucket list with you, didn't I?" He asked, taking your attention away from the stars. You smiled and kissed him. "I love you so much." You stated, closing your eyes and leaning on his chest. He grinned and kissed your head. "I love you more."

Jeon Jungkook:

Jungkook kicked a stone to the side as he walked beside his date for the evening. It was a blind date set up by his brother, an attempt to help him get over you. The date had thankfully come to an end and it was time to head home. Lana was a nice girl, warm and welcoming but she wasn't you. And Jungkook didn't want anyone who wasn't you. He turned to look at her when he heard her sigh. "So, who is she?" She asked, looking at the ground while continuing to walk. Jungkook almost tripped but composed himself. "What?" He looked at her with wide eyes. Lana chuckled and shook her head. "I've been on enough dates to know when someone is interested in me or someone else. So, tell me, who is that lucky girl?" She asked again, tucking her hair behind her ear. Jungkook bit his lip, guilty that he was caught. "She is no more. Died about 4 months ago." He answered. Lana stopped walking while Jungkook continued. "I'm sorry." She mumbled. Jungkook shook his head and gave her a small smile. He wasn't okay but he had to be. He promised you. Taking a glance at his watch, he cringed. It was almost midnight, he needed to hurry home. "Uh....look, I'm sorry that I probably ruined your hopes for this date but I really need to go now," Jungkook said in a rush. Lana smiled sympathetically and nodded. "I'll be here if you ever need anything." She waved her hand at him while he nodded and took off running. Opening the door to his house, he jogged to the kitchen and took out the cake that he had baked earlier in the day. Placing candles on it, he lit them up and took the cake to the living room where your photo hung on the wall above the fireplace. "Happy Birthday, my love." He whispered, blowing the candles and blinking away his tears. He missed you and he'll never stop missing you. He just needed to learn to live with this feeling and he hoped that someday he would.

Personally, I don't think this is good enough but hopefully it isn't that bad.

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BTS Wedding Series #8: The morning of the wedding

Kim Seokjin

“No, hang them higher,” you directed as you stood on the ground. Yoongi and Taehyung nodded as they moved the organza higher. They looked back down at you for approval and you nodded. As they climbed down from the ladders, you walked over to where Jimin and Jungkook where pinning flowers on the pillars of the guests’ chairs.

“They’re pretty, aren’t they Y/N noona?” Jungkook asked once he noticed you standing there. You smiled and nodded your head.

“They’re beautiful. Thank you so much for your help guys,” you told them. Jimin waved his hand at you dismissively before he pinned the last flower.

“We don’t mind at all noona,” he replied. Patting his shoulder, you looked around to see Jin sitting down at the altar you guys would be getting married at. You walked over to him and sat down next to him.

“It’s all a little surreal, isn’t it?” You asked once you noticed his eyes roaming around the room. He slowly nodded and then looked over at you.

“After months of planning, it seems a little weird that this day is finally here,” he agreed. “I’m so happy it is though. I can’t wait to be your husband.”

“And I can’t wait to be your wife,” you replied. You were about to kiss him when you heard a loud crash. You both looked over to see one of your large flower pillars knocked over and Namjoon standing over them with a small frown on his face.

“Yah! Namjoon-ah! I told you not to touch it,”Jin yelled as he got up to go over to Namjoon. Hobi laughed and walked over to you.

“You sure you want to marry that?” Hobi smirked.

“Even though he’s insane sometimes, I love him,” you nodded.

Min Yoongi

“You need to calm down,” Jin said as he put his hands on Yoongi’s shoulders.

“I can’t hyung! What if she realizes what I’ve known our entire relationship: that she’s too good for me? She deserves better,” Yoongi muttered.

“Hyung, she loves you,” Hobi spoke up.

“She deserves better. Better than someone who’s always gone or always working. I never have time for her,” he continued to berate himself, making the maknae line giggle.

“I never thought I’d see the day where Yoongi hyung wasn’t cool, calm and collected,” Taehyung laughed.

“Tae?” Yoongi called.

“Yeah?”

“Fuck you,” he spit out, making the maknaes laugh even harder.

“Oh my gosh, he has lost it,” Jungkook yelled as he laughed hysterically. Yoongi was about to say something in response but his phone started to ring, the chorus of your favorite BTS song, Tomorrow, playing throughout the room. Knowing it was you, he hurriedly answered the phone.

“Baby?”

“Yoongi?” You whispered.

“Hi,” he breathed out, feeling both nervous and relived to hear your voice. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you giggled softly.

“Why are you whispering then?”

“I had to sneak away from my mom,” you told him. “I told you how insistent she is that we have no contact until I walk down the aisle. I had to talk quick just to make sure she didn’t take my phone,” you chuckle, making Yoongi do the same. “How about you? Are you alright?”

“Oh y-yeah. I’m, I’m good,” he laughed nervously.

“Cut the shit Yoongi. Namjoon texted me and told me that you were having a mini breakdown,” you said. Yoongi glared over at Namjoon, who held his hands up in mock surrender.

“I love you Yoongi. If I couldn’t handle your lifestyle, I would have left a long time ago. You’re it for me,” you told him, knowing exactly what his worries were.

“I love you too jagiya,” he whispered, feeling all the doubt in his mind wash away from your few simple words. He heard some commotion from your end of the line and he heard you sigh.

“I have to go but I love you, alright?”

“I love you too. See you at the altar,” Yoongi replied before hanging up the phone.

Kim Namjoon

“You look beautiful jagiya,” Namjoon smiled widely, seeing you in your wedding dress for the first time. You took his outstretched hand and kissed his cheek softly. He led you over to a small clearing where the photographer was set up to take the wedding photos.

“I still don’t know why you guys wouldn’t just let me take the photos,” Jungkook grumbled.

“You’re apart of the wedding party, you need to be in the photos as well,” Namjoon told him.

“Exactly. I wanted all of my favorite men in the photos,” you smiled, making Jungkook blush slightly. You and Namjoon lined up in the center, with your bridesmaids on the right side of you, and the boys on the left side of Namjoon.

“Alright, big smiles everyone,” the photographer said, holding up her camera. After taking a few pictures of the entire wedding party, you and Namjoon decided to take photos with just the two of you.

The photographer had instructed the two of you to just act natural so Namjoon grabbed your hands in his, smiling down at you.

“I meant what I said earlier jagi. You look fucking amazing,” he gushed, making you blush.

“Stop it Joon,” you whispered, feeling embarrassed.

“I mean it. You’re beautiful, amazing, and I can’t believe I get to marry you today,” he replied honestly. You smiled and stood on your tip toes, kissing his lips as you felt a camera flash go off.

Jung Hoseok

“Yah, Y/N! You do realize that you have to be walking down the aisle in about thirty minutes? And we haven’t even left yet!” You heard your younger brother yell as he walked into your bedroom. You and your mom were in your bathroom, putting some finishing touches on your hair and accessories.

“I’m the bride, I’m allowed to be late!” You yelled back.

“Yah, that boy. No patience, just like your father,” you mom smiled sadly. You leaned over and softly kissed her cheek, not wanting to mess up either of your guys’ makeup. Your mom went to the bathroom door and slowly opened it. She came back to you and helped pick up the back of your dress and your veil off of the floor, to make sure that they didn’t get dirty.

“Alright, I think I’m ready,” you said as you walked out of the bathroom.

“Finally! It only took you,-” your brother started to say until he turned around and saw you. His eyes widen and his jaw literally dropped. You giggled at his speechlessness and grabbed your bouquet off the bed.

“Well, if that was your reaction, I can only imagine what Hobi’s will be,” you teased.

He walked over to you and grabbed both of your hands in his. “You look....amazing noona,” he gushed looking over you. “Appa would be so proud and he’d love Hobi,” he added.

“You think so?” You could feel your eyes getting misty. Your brother smacked his lips and quickly fanned your eyes for you.

“Yeah, I do. Now, none of that. You don’t want to ruin all of your hard work right?” He smiled and you nodded. He extended his arm to you, and you quickly wrapped your hand around his forearm. “Let’s go get you married.”

Park Jimin

“Here, try this one noona,” Jungkook said he fed you a piece of sausage. You and Jimin had decided to have a breakfast date on the morning of your wedding with the boys. You knew that Jimin’s favorite thing was to spend time with all of you together, so you decided that this would be a good idea. Since you loved all the boys just as much as he did, it was no problem for you.

“So, what’s the plan after this?” Yoongi asked.

“Well, the seven of us,” Jimin motioned to himself and the boys. “We’re going to get ready at the old dorm since it’s closer to the garden.”

“I’m going to get ready with the girls at our place,” you added.

“After that, we’ll all meet at the garden and get married,” Jimin smiled, looking over at you. You leaned over and pecked his lips softly.

“In four hours,” you boasted.

“I can’t believe little Chim Chim is getting married first,” Hobi teased.

“I kind of always thought it would be me,” Namjoon replied.

“No one wants to marry the God of Destruction Namjoon-ah,” Jin cackled. All of the boys yelled at that and you could tell Namjoon was embarrassed. You reached over and pinched his cheek.

“Don’t worry Namjoon oppa. I still love you, regardless of your clumsiness” you giggled. Namjoon smiled and stuck his tongue out at Jimin.

Kim Taehyung

“Jagi?” You heard Tae’s voice in your ear. Groaning, you swatted your hand behind you, wanting him to go away and leave you alone to sleep. He chuckled and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“It’s our wedding day,” he said, and you immediately popped an eye open. You slowly turned over and looked at him. He was sitting up by your head an chuckled at your reaction. “I figured that would work,” he smirked.

“Shut up. Good morning,” you told him, and he leaned down, kissing you softly. After he pulled away, you stretched out your arms and legs, also taking a quick glance around the hotel room.

“What time is it?” You asked, wiping your eyes.

“8:25AM,” he replied. You looked at him like he had lost his mind.

“Why did you wake me up? We don’t have to be up and start getting ready until 10.”

“I know but I, I just,” he tried to find the words to say but he couldn’t. You saw the look on his face and knew what he was thinking. You held open your arms and he smiled. He laid down on the bed and laid his head on you chest, tangling his legs with yours. You put one hand on his back and used the other to run your fingers through his hair.

“I just wanted us to spend some time together before everything got too crazy,” he admitted. You smiled.

“I’m glad you woke me up then,” you replied. You two continued to lay there in a comfortable silence until he spoke up again.

“I love you Y/N. Always,” he muttered, and you could tell he was getting sleepy again.

“I love you more Tae,” you replied before leaving a kiss on the top of his head.

Jeon Jungkook

“What was that noise?” You spun on your heel, looking around.

“It was nothing baby,” Jungkook laughed at you. You let out a breath and chuckled at your own paranoia.

“If you’re so worried about someone catching us, why did you text me to meet you out here?” Jungkook wondered as you sat next to him on the small bench. You both were sitting in the small garden behind the church that you would be getting married in, in about three hours.

“I just, I had to see you. I guess I just needed to know that you still wanted to do this. Hell, if it wasn’t for my family and their asinine belief that it’s bad luck for the bride to see the groom before the wedding, I wouldn’t have let you out of my sight,” you laughed nervously. Jungkook smiled at your nerves and wrapped his hand around your arm. He pulled you up and made you sit on his lap, looking right in his face.

“I love you Y/N. Even though we’re young, I know that there’s no one else on this earth for me. You’re perfect for me jagiya,” he whispered, taking a strand of your hair and tucking it behind your ear.

“Ditto,” you smiled and leaned in to kiss him. Before your lips could connect, both of your phones went off at the same time. Pulling back from him, you both pulled them out. After reading your respective messages, you both looked at each other again.

“My mom is searching for me to help me start getting ready,” you told him.

“Yeah, the boys just texted me saying we should get ready now if we want time to do photos,” he nodded. “See you soon?”

“Definitely,” you smirked, leaning down and pressing your lips to his.

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