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hoseoksluna · 5 days

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BERRIES | jjk ft. jhs

pairing: ex-boyfriend!jungkook x oc (feat. hobi)

genre: angst, tiny fluff, itty bitty smut

word count: 6.0k

summary: your ex-boyfriend shouldn't have this much influence over you when you have a new man, should he?

playlist: berries / pinterest board: berries

warnings: depression, daddy issues, use of titles, oc has dirty thoughts about hobi (do we blame her? no, we do not), slowburn, implied sex, dd/lg, soft argument

note: this took every last bit of my strength, so i had to split it up. i'm sorry if this is a piece of absolute shit, but as you all know work this week squeezed everything out of me and i'm so exhausted that i'm not even sure if this is worth posting. i struggled a lot with this fic, rewrote it multiple times, and i'm so very happy that it's finished. i hope you all enjoy the start of a new series, this time a slowburn that will have more parts, more depth and everything. and surprise! it features hobi, my beautiful husband. it was my first time writing about him and he's missing so terribly from my soul that it was one of the reasons why i struggled so much. i wish it weren't like this for my first time with him, but oh well. i hope you, guys, enjoy. please, let me know what you think. <3

The satiny material of your cream-colored dress must be the one and the same that these sculptures had worn centuries ago. You can almost imagine the softness kissing your fingerprint instead of the cool stone as you graze your touch against each and every immortalized angel of loveliness. You’re stirred by a sense of poignancy—that you’re alive and they’re not and yet you believe that as you stare at them, feel what they’ve been through the more you study their eternal expressions, they stare right back with their eternally tender eyes, see right through you, through your heart, know its contents. You wish you were in their place instead; you’re sure they would’ve handled your cursed life better than you can.

Or you wish you were as stony as them.

But you’re an opulent fountain of emotions that are anything but gentle.

This thought distracts your attention from the way your feet ache in the boots you chose to wear to impress your date. Thigh high, with black knee socks underneath to keep you warm from the cruel breath of autumn. Hoseok is carrying your trenchcoat as you’re adventuring on your own in this art museum and that’s the only sliver of kindness he’s shown you this very morning.

The only compliment you’ve received from him was a nonverbal one. An up and down look with a smirk creeping in when he picked you up at your apartment. No hug, no caress. You felt so small—and awkward a little bit, comparison rushing in. Not in the form of a wave of the sea, but in the form of a snake, its thick body tightening around your throat. An ouroboros, which made you regret going out on a date so soon.

It hasn’t even been a month since you’ve become a single girl again, learning how to walk in this new, harsh reality, your legs wobbly, weak and too, too heavy. And the lack of comfortable physical contact made you see your ex-boyfriend before your own eyes, the memory of how he acted at the beginning of your first date. The way he picked you up into his arms due to his excitement of being with you and carried you inside his car. He put on your seatbelt for you. Drove carefully. Held your hand as he led you to the restaurant he picked for you. Even during the walk after while you talked about the stars and you couldn’t help but tell him that his eyes were filled with them.

Hoseok did neither of those things. He had asked you where you wanted to go and you’ve wanted to visit the museum for quite a while, so you suggested it. He had agreed, no sort of enthusiasm evident in his voice muffled by the phone call. And you’ve barely exchanged a few words during the half an hour of your time spent here, let alone led an entire conversation. You should’ve heeded the warning when it was right in front of you.

Hoseok is certainly not of the artistic kind.

Looks quite bored as you turn your head to look at him, your coat dangling from his arm so terribly devastatingly. And when you focus your gaze to your right, where a dark wine-tinged room, with golden frames of paintings, awaits you and where you’ve longed to go the moment you stepped a foot inside this grand building, a distaste pools on your tongue, your former aesthetic elation ruined.

You’re surprised he didn’t stand you up.

You don’t even want to take pictures. As a matter of fact, you want to go home. But you can’t. Can’t ravage your only possibility and means of forgetting the person you still love. Can’t really encourage Hoseok to leave your life, not when you’re the type of person that doesn’t find love upon every corner you turn to.

This is your only chance. And he’s the only man you’ll conceivably have in your life for quite some time.

You walk up to him and take your coat from his arm. His eyes deepen on you, in fact they haven’t strayed from you during the entire half an hour—and that bothers you. If your ex-boyfriend were here, he’d share the beauty with you. Make you laugh so hard that the sound would echo around the vast room. Perhaps give life to the sculptures and they would laugh along, too.

Your heart hangs heavy in your chest, sinks ever so slowly and you can’t bear it. You need to leave. Take this date elsewhere, hope for betterment to grace you—to have but a fragment of pity for you.

“You hungry?” you ask, softly, willing your voice to be smooth and not divulge the brassy storm of your emotions to him. Hoseok doesn’t know anything about you. Doesn’t know that you yearn for another person to be standing in his place. “Did you have breakfast?”

Hoseok needed the date to be in the early hours. Said he had a meeting in the afternoon. Would be working on a project with his colleagues until the late hours. You didn’t mind, not really, in fact it animated you—brought briskness into the sadness of your headspace, knowing it was rainy and cloudy outside. Perfect weather for the influence of the arts. That is, until you realized that it was a grave mistake to take a businessman to a museum; that you dragged a heathen to a church.

Hoseok shifts his weight on each foot, his shoulders swaying with the movement, and he licks his lip, bringing your attention to them. Small, but full—you wonder what they would feel like against yours. Wonder if he’d be gentle with you or violent. If he’d stroke your hair or grip it; fondle the ribbon you’re wearing in a half up do or untie it, entirely. Use it for another means like your ex-boyfriend invariably did.

Your distaste grows, but not for Hoseok. It grows like poison ivy for yourself and your tendency to compare him with someone he doesn’t deserve to be juxtaposed with.

Guilt blossoms in your sternum, the leaves of that poison ivy. Pretty to the eye, but deadly for the body. Just like you. You’re too baneful for such a pretty man like Hoseok. You’d do well to respect his boundaries and abstain from physical contact, prevent red rashes from marring his skin.

“I haven’t eaten yet,” Hoseok says, just as softly, rubbing the nape of his neck, the black cloth of his dress shirt taut over his arms—a pretty sight, one that could be hanging in the wine-tinged room for generations to gawk upon. “Truth be told, I was too nervous.”

A brief smile adorns his slender face and you melt, the poison ivy scratching you raw. Your heart picks up its rhythm, flattery clothing it in a protective layer and you pout, your hand itching to graze his forearm. But a hidden fight rises in you, an army of darkness ready with their bows, their arrows shooting thoughts into your brain about how little you’re worthy of such kindness and favor.

Though when Hoseok blushes upon seeing your tender expression, it gives you some sort of strength to stand tall against those demons. Despite the fact you don’t understand it, you don’t question it either and you cling to it, sensing its freedom speaking to you in a foreign language. A yearning forms in you, one you haven’t yet had the possibility of meeting. A yearning to learn its syntax and vocabulary. And when you give in to it, the poison ivy in you lessens.

This is good.

You reciprocate his smile and you coo. Find it the easiest thing in the world. And because you’re so grateful for what he’s unwittingly done for you, you decide to share your truth with him as well.

“Let’s go eat, then.” Your eyes crinkle and you’d bet light flickers in them, for your whole body does, you sense it. A warm light enlarges on its axis, taking a hold of the heaviness you felt. “There’s no need to be nervous. It’s what I told myself when I was getting ready. My stomach hurt and believe it or not when I told myself these words, it stopped.”

Hoseok chuckles, his arm slapping back to his side, but you notice that it trembles. You’re so touched by it that you become angry at yourself, self-hatred clashing with that warmth. You misinterpreted him so unfairly and what’s more, you wallowed in your brokenness and your heartbreak, when Hoseok had been nervous and timid the whole time, which now sheds light on his lack of closeness with you.

You’re despicable. And the awareness of it transforms into that snake tightening around your throat again. Only this time, you welcome it. Long for it to take your life. It’s the least you deserve.

But you’re not letting yourself loll in the bed of your horrendous emotions. No, you lift your hand and you caress his arm, the one that quakes. And amidst the sepulchral attention of the sculptures, you’re a witness to that trembling’s halt, to Hoseok’s visible tranquility, and you want to weep.

You know if you were to gaze at the eternal angels of beauty, you’d see stony tears appear on their ivory cheeks, too.

“I’m sorry,” Hoseok mumbles and you curl your brows in confusion, not knowing what he’s apologizing for. Hoseok opens his mouth again to speak, but he pauses, sloshing the words in his mouth. You feel so bad that a craving to better yourself overcomes your entire being. “I’m sorry for being such a buzzkill. If you wanna explore this place more, we can. I saw you looking at the room with the paintings.”

He tilts his head in the direction of the aforementioned room, but you care very little about it as of now. You’d much rather take this elsewhere and get to know him better, so you don’t make the mistake of distorting him again. You’re not very keen on forcing a heathen to pray, either, however you do appreciate his willingness and attentiveness. Carry those things into your jarred heart, fold them inside its chambers, the edge pieces to the puzzle of his personality.

“Don’t worry,” you murmur, taking it one step further and hooking your arm around his. Hoseok sighs, his shyness slowly breaking apart as he clasps his hand over yours and if you could dissolve any more, now would be the perfect time for it. His hold is strong and steady—and it creates something stable within you, an orchard of fruit trees, pink and green, and bushes of berries, a safe place you want to rest in; lay down your brokenness and woes in. “You’re good. No need to apologize.”

His blush deepens at the reassurance and he smiles, softly, running his thumb over your knuckles. And the gratefulness you feel due to the fact he’s touching you, it is the rain that freshens up the apples and cherries hanging on the twigs of those trees, guiding it into full bloom. You focus on it—focus on the thick, cottony material of his dress shirt as you rub his forearm in response. You want to acknowledge yourself with the unspoken parts of him like these, remember them, allow them to heal you and crack the plaster over your heart.

And there you hear it. The crumble as Hoseok leans in and presses a chaste peck onto your cheek, lingering there for a second more, inhaling your sandalwood scent. And his smile widens as he looks down on you at such close proximity, erasing your touch-starvation once and for all. It’s your turn to blush now and you feel an inkling to shy away from his gaze, but you stifle it back. Curl your mouth in a smile—your heart thumping louder amidst the orchard now that it has more space to function in.

“No, I really want to apologize. It’s been too long since I’ve been on a date and you’re so stunning that I’ve forgotten my game, so I can’t help but to be nervous. I don’t know how to act around you,” he says, mutedly, punctuating his sentence with a breathy laugh, glimmering eyes flicking to the lining of your silky neckline just below your collarbones, tracing the miniature cherub hung up on your dainty necklace plated in gold, motionless against your dress. Your own heart grows wings and momentum in its place, fluttering in haste to move closer to him. He bores his gaze back into yours, letting it stay there. “Art isn’t really my thing, but you look like you belong here. Look like all those angels around.” He nods at your necklace. “And like that angel, too. Can I take a picture of you?”

You’re so taken aback that you don’t have time to respond. Pulling out his phone from the pocket of his dress pants, he withdraws from you and gently ushers you in the direction of the closest angel, your trenchcoat slung over his arm again, vibrating with life. He positions you how he likes—right in front of the immense sculpture, your head turned slightly to the side so the wisps of your white ribbon in your hair can be seen. His touch grounds you, tells your bloodstream, your organs that everything is okay, repeats it a little louder to your headspace—all before war could be declared with you.

Hoseok, the prince of peace.

The prince that crouches to the dirty floor so the vastness of the angel’s wings can fit in the shot. Yours, too. You think you’ve grown a pair of your own, alongside your heart, now that your shared honesty brought you closer.

You struggle to hold back your sob, to stop the corners of your mouth from rounding, your chin from quivering—all because the lightness that you sense wrapping over your heart is one you haven’t felt in a really long time. You feel taken care of, feel like you can depend on him, and while you can’t explain why you feel that way, you consider that such an immense blessing, regardless. So much that your eyes wet for the camera, but you don’t mind. Let that be captured in the memory—the mending that occurred. And let that be safe with him.

You smile and the flash goes off, which causes you to burst into giggles, your liquid softness forgotten, and run to him, your palm covering his phone camera so nobody sees his defiance. You look around to make sure no employee is in sight before you face him, cheeks warm, heart warm, wings warm, body warm. Hoseok quirks a brow, confused, gaping up at you from his position, and you take a deep breath to halt another inrush of laughter.

“You can’t take pictures with flash here. They’ll throw us out,” you whisper-shout, your giggles escaping your tightened mouth. His own forms into an ‘O’, fingers clicking on his screen, presumably turning off the automatic flash.

“I didn’t know,” he whisper-shouts back, mouth stretched in a lopsided grin. “I haven’t been here since I was a kid.” You shake your head, shoulders still shaking with the last of your giggles. He probably didn’t have a phone back then, which makes it even funnier. He inspects his settings again to make sure it’s all good before his hand finds your thigh and pushes you back. “Okay, I turned it off. Go back to the angel.”

It’s your whole body that flutters now, not just your heart, both pairs of wings unfurling, and when you retrace your steps, you still feel the heat of his touch—half on the fabric of your dress, half on your bare skin. And as you smile more naturally for the picture this time, greed kisses your core. A greed for more of his touch; on the same place as well as elsewhere.

A twinkle of where he could possibly touch you flashes before your eyes and it’s all your focal point consists of when you turn your head to your former position the way he wanted it and he praises you for it: “Good, good.”

Your muscles clench as you imagine his hand going underneath the fabric, exploring what’s hidden in there for him. The words of praise he would utter at the discovery of your private flesh. Your ears must be red. Such a twist of events you didn’t expect. A meek form of demureness creeps in, enveloping you in a feminine sensuality and you’ve missed feeling this way. Missed feeling pretty and alluring for yourself first, then for a man second. Missed being the center of your attention like this, of someone else’s as well.

You’ve always loved it. Perhaps due to the fact that you very seldom have it—so when it does come, it changes your life and you attach your being to it.

You didn’t anticipate going home with Hoseok, especially not on the first date. But because you’re being fed, you don’t really care about being proper. You want to go home with him and so you simply shall.

Can’t let the opportunity run away from you.

And so you arch your back a little bit more, look up at the angel and give her your silent thanks, your hair flowing around your form when you flick your gaze back to Hoseok to see him concentrated on the task, his smooth features gravely serious. Your stomach flips.

“Now from the back,” he instructs without lifting his eyes off of the screen of his phone. “Just like you were.”

A breath lodges in your throat, the double meaning burning the poison ivy down to ashes and you swallow it, let your stomach acid consume it until there’s nothing left of it, until all that your body carries is nothing but the lightness and the seductiveness that Hoseok gracefully gave you, the comfortable heft of the wings that grew because of him.

It’s those things that drive forth your following words with the world’s ease, unabashedly.

“You want it from the back?”

Hoseok’s mouth parts and the look he exchanges with you should chill your blood, but it doesn’t. If anything, it boils it. The heat that wafts off it pools in your core before ascending to your imaginary wings, leaving them dripping with sweat and the dew of titillation. Hoseok’s eyes narrow, shadowed by the furrow of his brows, encouraging it all the more.

There is it—the heady energy shift, permeated with the sweetest of berry juices, stemming from lust, from the orchard he planted in you. Strengthening your allure, steeling you from head to toe. You submit to it; kneel into it, notionally. Your elation raises from the dead—and you grin.

“Behave.”

A pulse in your private parts. The lengthening of your expression of delight. Your wings, your muscles clench and the same winged creatures soar to your heart from your stomach, squeezing the beating flesh. You swivel on your heels, the hem of your dress rippling, exposing more of your tender skin, the ribbon in your hair following suit.

Hoseok sucks in a breath. Your cheeks ache from the joy’s strain and it is utterly exhilarating to you.

“Yes, sir.”

Hoseok coos his approval and you can’t take it anymore. You let him take a few more pictures as you move around, dancing in your own way, running your fingers through your hair, trying to distract yourself from the throbbing between your legs, but to no avail. And when you sigh and face him head-on, Hoseok is already on his feet, walking towards you with a reappearing lopsided grin that forces the butterflies gnawing at your heart to go absolutely rampant.

You’re done for. You need to take him home. You’re not even curious about how the pictures came out—you can always look at them later.

Hoseok seems to know about your neediness because when he crosses the distance, he cups your chin. Makes you look up at him. And his smirk deepens while your heart increases in size, wings flitting at the special attention.

“Such a pretty girl,” he murmurs, caressing your skin with his thumb. Your eyes round and the heat you feel is sweltering underneath your clothes. All the more reason for him to take them off. “The pictures are great. Wanna see?”

Biting your lip, you shake your head, briefly. “What I want is to make you breakfast,” you say, mirroring his tone, hoping he gets the hint.

Hoseok waggles your chin, humming. “Oh, yeah?”

Fuck. If his scolding already didn’t make you submissive, then his response and his actions have. You wet your mouth, teeth instinctively sinking back in, and only nod. Hoseok opens your coat and covers your shoulders in its warmth, pressing the cotton twill fabric against your sternum.

“Thank you, sir.”

A fond sound pours out of him and the fact that he likes to be called by that title heightens the pulse between your legs. “Let’s go.”

He leads you towards the exit with a hand on the small of your back and you’re so happy to be touched at last that with a final look at the angels, you send out your silent love and goodbye to them, thank them one last time for the kindness you received because of them, one that you so ferociously sought after and longed for.

They seem to bow to you, happy to be of service, and you smile so profoundly that you feel as though nothing could stain your joy and mar it all over again. They wouldn’t allow that to happen—and a tendril of hope burst open within you like sunlight tearing through clouds, one that is suffused with the notion that Hoseok would stand in the way, side by side with those sculptures, too.

And he does when you swivel your head back and catch a glance of someone you know.

A piercing on the side of his brow, unchanged from the last time you saw him. Round eyes, murky. Ashen complexion that used to bloom with vibrant tints. Full, soft-toned mouth, ever so stuck in that pout, one you used to kiss until it bruised.

Your bloodstream doesn’t cease its flow. Not until you notice the person beside him.

A girl with an aura so cataclysmic that it forces you to stop dead in your tracks. An August night storm personified, obnoxiously sweet-smelling of the past summer that you spent with her companion. The hollow, funereal scent of a meadow doused in petrichor—she walks with it, her hands intertwined before her in a clasp.

You wished for him to be in Hoseok’s place so ardently that he appeared. And now that you contemplate him, the lack of distance between him and the girl, it makes you regret that you ever did.

Because, unknowingly, it drenched you in gasoline and his presence is a lighter, hers the hand that has flicked it to life and now serenely holds it against your skin, waiting until the flames, little by little, devour you whole.

And the job is finished when both of their heads whirl, meeting your livid stare.

And Jungkook, too, stops dead in his tracks.

“Do you know him?” Hoseok asks and you find it strange that you can hear him when all you can see is red.

And the red fades into the matching black shirt that Jungkook is wearing, into his bluntly pained mien; into the strands of his date’s short hair and her scrunched up brows as she regards you with a strong aversion that makes you scoff. And the same red weakens when Hoseok turns your attention to him by playing with the ends of your ribbon, grazing them before twirling them around his finger.

A breath of fresh air, he is.

You don’t know what to say. Don’t know whether to tell him the truth or come up with something that won’t devastate what you have currently going on with him. But if you lie to him, you’ll stumble into a dead end you’d much rather stay clear of. You’d see it before your eyes once you do take him home and it would ruin the newness he brought up with you, preventing it from taking root in you.

Devastation awaits you in either case. Both you and Hoseok.

Cursed, your life is. Doomed, absolutely fucking doomed.

What would the angels do in your place?

Seeking their wisdom behind you, it is not in them that you find your answer, but in the passing pair dressed in black, making their way over to the dark-wined room. He’s pretending he didn’t see you at all, walking away from you without saying a word, despite the fact you broke up on good terms.

You worshiped him in this very building almost on your knees and he dismissed you as if you meant nothing to him, caring for the feelings of his date, instead.

Peculiarly, the sentiments Hoseok installed in you, both of the passionate and the soft kind, turn that fire blue and it becomes the driving force that guides you to act without a single thought spared.

“Yeah, I do know him. Do you mind if I quickly say hi to him?”

The corner of Hoseok’s mouth curls and he caresses your hair down your back one last time. “Go, I’ll get the car ready.”

Such a confident, strong man, broken out of the confines of his former timidness. Not possessive, nor insecure—letting you do what you want. Respectful of your personal life that doesn’t include him just yet. And for that very reason it will—as soon as you’re done putting out that fire in you.

It’s not only you that has gone through a change upon this hour and it strikes your awe, enough for you to lean in and peck his cheek, just like he did to you.

Hoseok makes a sound of endearment, pivots on his feet to leave you to it, but you grab a hold of his hand. Have a need to say something to him.

His brows rise at the attention and you brush your hand across his knuckles, mimicking his previous actions, having learned them, intimately.

“Thank you, Hoseok. Really,” you say with a smile that could magnetically pull the sunlight out of its hiding place behind the clouds and bathe this bizarre room in light. You squeeze his hand.

A swirl of shyness flushes his face in rose pink and he shakes his head. “No need to thank me,” he assures, reciprocating the smile. “And call me Hobi. You can save Hoseok for later.”

Your jaw falls open and Hoseok chuckles, warmly, deepening the pulse between your legs until a wet spot adorns your panties beneath your dress, one that you look forward to showing him at the aforementioned time.

He pivots again and you watch his tall, lean figure leave. Back muscles clothed in black, straining against the fabric. He must’ve undergone his military service.

A beautiful man. You can’t wait to taste him. Taste that manliness.

Loosening a breath, you turn around to search for your ex-boyfriend. And much to your dismay, he’s appreciating the angel sculpture—the very one and only Hoseok took your pictures with. Fire licks at your every nerve ending, but then you notice that his date is nowhere in sight.

A perfect opportunity to do what you want to do.

Pulling out your phone out of your little purse, you look for his name in the history of your calls and tap on it, placing the device against your ear, your hoop earrings clashing against the screen. You watch him palm his pocket as the vibration disturbs his aesthetic pleasure and he casts a long glance at your name filling up his screen. Doesn’t comb his gaze through his surroundings. No, he seems to be transfixed by the twist of events and when he swipes his finger to accept the call, his stare begins to dig a hole into the dirty, marble floor.

Doesn’t say anything.

You scoff, fury grazing your fire. “You’re pretending not to know me? That’s low.” His pout rounds and the tip of his shoe traces the edges of the ruination he’s caused. Remains silent. “Who’s your little girlfriend? I thought you’d introduce me. Where is she, anyways?”

It’s him who scoffs now and he flicks his gaze towards the face of the angel. It’s like he’s staring right at you. “You shouldn’t be doing this, little one.”

The too familiar pet name brings agony to your heart and you would break had Hoseok not given you his strength, if the dependability of him waiting for you outside wasn’t real. And the allure and the lightness in you, perhaps the very love of the sculptures encompassing you—all of those things only vivify your solidity. You have no reason to break, you’re safe.

“Well, I think you should be a good Daddy and meet me right there in the red room,” you seethe, glad for the anger to be lingering in you, for the utterance of the title leaving you unscathed. You’re just giving him a taste of his own poison, nothing else.

Jungkook runs a hand through his hair and sighs, clenching his jaw. “Don’t call me that.”

You chuckle, enlivened by the provocation. “I can do whatever I want. Besides, you started it.”

He grits his teeth. “Not when you’re talking to me, you can’t.”

Your fire rises in overwhelming waves, your curt response ready on your tongue, but Jungkook hangs up, making you shut your mouth, instantly.

You hate him for that; hate him with the entirety of your being.

What has happened to your friendship? To the sweet, weeping Jungkook who broke up with you because he didn’t want to cause you any more pain with the state of his mental health, who has been dealing with depression for so long that he’s reached a point of no return, a lightless room with no windows, where all he saw was you, and he didn’t want you to be a victim of such unhealthy attachment. So he bid you goodbye, hugged you until you couldn’t breathe and let you go.

Three weeks ago.

You haven’t seen him or heard from him since until now. Until you’ve found someone else and moved on with your life. That’s just your luck.

And now the person you’re gazing at, it’s not the same one that wept against your chest. Yes, he might have been strict with you during intimate times, teased you with his fatherliness during the day even—but that invariably was imbued with the mellowness of love.

Try as you may while his words ring in your headspace, you cannot unearth any trace of that same mellowness in it. Only bitterness, coldness and a profound darkness.

Jungkook pockets his phone and, leaving both of his hands there, sunk deeply, he walks over to the wine-tinged room, his frown obscuring the place in gloom. Murky clouds, personified. A perfect match to the storm of his companion. Bile lodges inside your throat.

You follow after him, your feet aching terribly in your boots, but it serves as some kind of alleviation to the tautness of your emotions, of your confusion, disgust and offence. Makes you feel better—because once you see Jungkook ogling a certain painting of a woman beaming at him softly, dressed in flowers, blues and greens as the redness akin to your fire burns in her background, the agony tries to slither its way inside your heart, but fails.

You’re a locked orchard.

Jungkook senses your presence and he swivels, biting the inside of his cheek, pierced brow quirking. There’s a strain to his shoulders and his Adam’s apple bobbles as he takes in your appearance. The creaminess of your short, silky dress, the darker shade of the same color of your trenchcoat slung loosely over your shoulders, exposing your brown, leather, high-heeled boots, your matching purse clutched in both of your hands as you strut towards him. Calm, all of a sudden. It does nothing to you, nothing whatsoever—your heart momentarily attached to Hoseok.

“I thought you’d already left,” he murmurs, tipping up his chin. Begins to sway back and forth on the balls of his feet, the carmine hues of the room swathing him in a deeper shade of darkness. “Isn’t your boyfriend waiting for you?”

You don’t bother to correct him. It’s none of his business who Hobi is to you, not when he treated you like a stranger.

“We were about to leave, but then I saw your actions,” you say, quite monotonously, your calmness as disturbing as it is triumphant. You yourself even wonder at it. “What the fuck was that?”

A smirk. “Glad to know I still have some kind of effect on you.”

You scrunch up your brows, distaste once again pooling in your mouth. “Trust me, I would’ve done this with anyone I know. You’re not special.”

His smirk widens. “So, you’re not jealous?” He rubs the side of his jaw, staring at you, intently, and disgust comes over you like a splash of a wave, soaking you in cold sweat.

He did it for that very reason—to make you jealous. Walked right past you, just to get a rise out of you. As much as you loved him half an hour ago, that affection turns into dust within you, sprinkling the fruit trees and the berry brushes with its gray smithereens, poisoning them.

Ouroboros, all over again. Full circle. Anger covers your disgust.

A voice echoes within the room. Airy and light, as feminine as it is otherworldly, and you know, without a doubt, who it belongs to. It doesn’t suit her, not in the slightest.

“There you are,” your ex-boyfriend’s companion trails off, the clapping of her flat shoes halting. “Who are you?”

You only turn your head to the side, signaling to her that you’ve heard her question, because you fix your stare back at Jungkook as you answer it. “It’s not something you should trouble yourself with. Can you give us a minute?”

You don’t hear any movement, so she must be stubbornly staying where she is. All right, she can join the conversation for all you care.

When you turn your head back around, you catch stars oozing from Jungkook’s eyes, a conveyance of adornment painting his face in gentle colors that could never be associated with this room. There it is, the face you know, so resplendent of the one you last saw. And it grazes your anger, whispers to it that it was a mistake, a game of pretense, because you’re reverently acknowledged with his soul—you know who he is. While it may explain his fucked-up behavior, you don’t soften. Not at the hint of familiarity. Not even at the hushed hint of your deduction telling you that the reason why he unmasked himself was because you chose him and didn’t run away when his companion spoiled your short time together.

You don’t soften because you simply don’t want to.

You don’t want to give in to any means of getting close to him.

The chapter is finished. You shouldn’t have called him. You should’ve left with Hobi.

You don’t wish to keep him waiting long, nor do you wish to keep sprawling in your mistake. You pivot, ready to leave, but Jungkook captures your hand. Desirousness palpitates in his eyes as if he, too, needed to tell you something of urgency.

You’ll hear him out, but that’s the end of it.

“Can I see you later?” he asks, pupils growing in size until they absorb his chocolate irises, his grip over your hand tight and heated. A wind blows in your orchard, sweeping away all the darkened smithereens left by the bane, freshening you up.

You don’t really think that’s a good idea.

“I won’t have time for you later, I’ll be with Hoseok.”

To Hobi, you won’t lie, but the same can’t be applied to Jungkook.

His breath hitches in his throat, disappointment weighing him down, the thought of you being intimate with someone who is not him causing his posture to slouch even more.

But he surprises you with the words he says next.

“I’ll wait, then. Let me know when you’re alone.”

And you surprise yourself even more when you nod, turning on your heel and scurrying off to meet Hobi outside.

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sugarwithtea · 2 years

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jay's hoe (m) || jhs

pairing : rapper!hoseok x fem!reader

genre : smut, pwp, rapper au

rating : m (18+); minors dni

summary : After a groundbreaking performance, Hoseok, or rather, Jay needs an outlet for his high adrenaline and a source of relief to bask himself in. What better way to feel relieved and get down from the high than his favourite one, you.

word count : 2.9k

warnings : swearing, a lot of kissing, penetrative unprotected sex (pls stay safe y'all), oral sex (both recieving), slight choking, spanking, mentions of drug usage and intoxication, cum eating, clit slapping, creampie, handjob, breast play, kind of rough sex, and thus sweet aftercare!! the gloves stay on!! it's lolla jhope you guys, a fucking menace himself 💦

author's note : this was so sudden and completely inspired by hoseok at lollapalooza and his crazy set, while looking like a fucking meal. it's quick and unedited so bare with me cause this guy has me on a chokehold!!

mood : 항상(hangsang); base line; what if...; pandora's box; arson; ugh! ÷ press play

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"And I am a hoe for you."

The energy was at an all time high and when Hoseok jumped several feet high in the air, the lights went out indicating the end of the show.

He landed rather wonkily and his ears still blared with the beats he was listening and dancing to for more than an hour. He runs around the stage in the darkness like a maniac until he comes to a halt right behind the blinders and laughs. He laughs till he feels his mind go blank, ears still ringing and feet giving up to stay still.

The crowd was going fucking crazy and he reveled in their shouts, raising his hands above his head welcomingly and closing his eyes while bending backwards.

He takes deep breaths to calm down but he needs another outlet for his adrenaline and he perfectly knows where he can find it.

You were one of his backup dancers and were heading towards the washrooms to get rid of the sweat and change. The set Hoseok had prepared was a fucking banger and everyone around you was still living through the after effects from the show of high energy by the team and the rapper.

"Damn J, you look like a meal." you had told him when he had walked out in his all black ensemble, hair a curly mess, covering his foreheads and shadowing his eyes.

"You, are my meal, Y/N." he had winked at you and pranced off with a smug smirk knowing the effect he had on you.

And indeed, you were flushed and done for at that exact moment.

Now all you hope is for him to follow you into one of these stalls and fuck your brains out like the way he always does after his shows. You were his favourite dancer after all.

You change your mind quickly, eagerly. Donning a pair of white pants, which hugged your waist perfectly, accentuating your ass and a neon green corset top which almost spilled your breasts out, you strutted towards the way opposite from the washroom, towards the private rooms of the crew.

Even though you were sweaty, there was another wetness between your legs which was a result of Hoseok's tongue spitting bars on the stage looking like a filthy god.

That man knew your weakness and would sneak glances at you while purposefully lolling his tongue out and thrusting his hips like the bastard he was. He even got close to spanking your ass once on the stage when you were bent over in a step but then retracted his hand and continued dancing as if nothing had happened. You had laughed unbelievably and now you are dead set on getting him to spank you for real.

You sneaked into his dressing room but it was empty. The doors were wide open which meant someone had used the room recently but there was no one in sight.

You huff disappointedly and move to go out of the room when a hand wraps around your wrist and pushes you up against the wall roughly, your cheeks pressed against it and Hoseok pressed against you from behind.

He palms your ass softly and just as you close your eyes at the feeling, a loud slap sounds and you let out a surprised moan at the sting it leaves behind on your ass cheek.

He had spanked you for real.

"At fucking last." he growls into your ear and nibbles on your earlobe hungrily.

His hands palm your ass roughly and you stick it out further, wiggling it in front of him when you suddenly feel his hard on wedge itself between your cheeks. He was rock hard and you squirmed at the feeling while he brought his gloved hands to your front and palmed your breasts, pushing you off the wall and completely slotting himself against you.

You instinctively bring your hands to his hair at the nape of his neck and tug on them, when he groans.

"You did so well, J." you moan into his ear and kiss his neck. He almost immediately spins you around and crushes his lips against yours, kissing you ferociously.

"I almost spanked you on the stage." he laughs and feasts on your inviting neck, nibbling and sucking at the points he knows all too well.

You whimper as you start walking towards the couch with him still attached to you, "Everyone knows that."

"I don't fucking care, especially when you looked like that."

You push him onto the couch and a shiver passes down your spine, straight to your cunt when he says those words.

"Come here, baby." he extends his hands at you and you go into his hold, hot and needy. His skin was burning, all red from the post-concert euphoria. He kisses you again, all teeth and rough as you straddle him. His head falls back and you eagerly dive to his neck. He grabs your waist tightly and moves to fondle your ass once again, spanking it and laughing like the menace he was when you jerked up at his action.

You grind down him as he thrusts up instinctively, both of you moaning at the contact of his bulge with your core.

"Gotta treat you well." you murmur in his ear and get off him, settling on your knees in front of him and fumbling with his pants. He quickly grabs your mouth, a gloved hand on your cheeks as it puckers your lips and leans down to put his tongue into it.

He tugs you towards him as your hands work swiftly on his pants and soon he is just sitting in his boxers, painfully hard. He lets go of you and leans back with his hands in your hair and his form heavily panting. His eyelids, heavy with lust and intoxication, close instinctively and lips form a smirk when you free his dick.

"Always ready for me, yeah doll?" he asks you and brings his dick to your lips. You obediently open up and nod at him with big eyes and his tip inside your mouth.

You suck at it slightly and he sharply takes in a breath. Your eyes dance over his features, gauging his reaction and when he grows impatient at you not moving, he lightly pushes your head down his shaft.

"Focus, doll." he says and you move hungrily. Your hand grips the base of his cock as you bob your head up and down his length with vigour, hollowing your cheeks and looking up at him through your lashes.

His cock twitches in your mouth and he moans at the sight in front of him. You detach yourselves from his cock and skillfully lick its underside, twirling your tongue around his head and tasting the precum gathered over there. His hands grip your hair tighter and you smirk while moving one of your hands to his balls, and the other stroking his length. You palm his balls, trying to get him to react more at your ministrations and he does.

"Fuck, Y/N."

You proudly suck his tip once more before going all down. You try to accommodate his whole length inside your mouth but fail miserably and thus use your hand to stroke the rest of him. He groans lowly and your pussy clenches around nothing at the sinful noise of his pleasure. You pick up pace and his cock twitches vigorously inside your mouth when he suddenly stops your actions, pulling you off his dick with a swift motion of his hand on your hair.

You stay on your knees, a string of saliva connecting you to his length standing tall and hard. Your makeup has smudged and you both were panting heavily while looking at each other with sheer hunger. His cock twitched even at the sight of you all ruined, just for him.

You looked angelic, and he thinks maybe it was because of the drug he took before his performance but you emanated a soft sinful glow and he wanted to drown in it.

"I want to taste you." he whispers and you stand up, pushing him down in a way so his head rests on the armrest and he lies down on the couch.

He curiously watches you as you rid yourself of your clothes, letting the air hit your sweaty body but still unable to cool it down.

His eyes deviously rake over your body and he grabs one of your tits, sitting up to flick his tongue over the hardened nub. You whimper and push him again, swinging your leg over him so that his face is at your ass and yours is on his dick.

"You are so eager." you say and contradictorily dive in to take him between your lips once again.

"Aren't you being adventurous now?" he speaks into your cunt and you visibly shiver at the vibrations it sends up your spine. Stroking his dick lazily, you kiss his tip and respond,

"Weren't you being adventurous on the stage?"

He laughs and grabs your thighs as he quickly latches his mouth at your clit. You shudder at the sudden motion and jerk forward, hand gripping his cock tightly. Both of you moan loudly, together and yet again you feel yourself get weak in the knees.

You struggle to keep up your pace on his dick as his tongue laps at your folds like a man starved. His cock twitches wildly when you whimper against it and you mindlessly lap at it, licking a stripe from his base to the head and then encasing it between your lips as you suck it. He responds by gripping you tighter with his gloved hands and sucking your hardened bud as your arousal trickled down onto him.

The sight was sinful, and the lewd noises coming out of both of you were the definition of sin. He licks up your juices, spurring you to get wetter and wetter under his ministrations while you all but stop at his cock. Your hand lazily gives him a handjob and he tugs your ass towards him quickly.

One of his hands come to your cunt and he slaps your clit suddenly, his glove getting wet but him enjoying the view. You shout out loud and he enters you with his tongue, spreading your ass cheeks with his hands.

"I can never get enough of you." he mumbles into your hole and you feel electricity jolt your body.

He had always been vocal during fucking you, but he had never spoken words so intimate, always opting to let you know you were just one of his many fucks. But this time, he was onto you differently and your mind soared through the fog of lust and intoxication.

"Mm baby, you taste so sweet," he kisses your clit and then, his tongue picks up pace skillfully as you moan into the dim light of the room, air stinking of arousal, and he continues,"so wet, all for me?"

Your walls clench around his tongue as you feel yourself getting close.

"Yes. Oh my god J, don't stop." you tightly grip his thighs and rest your cheek near the base of his dick, tongue lolling out to lick it slowly.

He rubs at your clit with his gloved finger and that being the final straw, you topple over the edge as your orgasm washes over you in thick waves of haze and euphoria. It takes you a whole minute to get down from the high when you feel him licking your pussy clean of your cum with the ever rising overstimulation.

"No, stop." you cry out and he immediately pauses, fondling your ass sweetly, and leaves a chaste peck over one of the cheeks as he helps you get off him.

As soon as you get on your feet, he stands up and kisses you, pulling you flush to his chest as his hard on pressed against your stomach. You could taste yourself on him and his tongue explored each and every crevice of your mouth before you broke the kiss, panting heavily from the afterglow of the orgasm and effects of the sudden kiss.

He leads you to the couch quickly as you lay your head on the armrest. He rolls over on top of you and takes one of the nipples in his mouth, savoring it and your whimpers.

"You sound like a fucking siren, so pretty."

You couldn't contain yourself when you brought up your hands to grasp his long, soft curls in your hands and tugged at them. He groans into your breasts and as if almost immediately, you feel his tip prod at your entrance.

"Gonna fuck you good like the slut you are for me."

His raspy voice sends your mind into an overdrive as you inhale swiftly when he enters you, not stopping to let you accommodate to his girth and quickly bottoms out.

"Jay." you moan his name when he starts moving slowly, his eyes shut at the feeling of your walls clenching tightly around him and your voice moaning out his name.

"So fucking tight, doll." he whispers and you almost shed a tear as his speed increases and soon enough he is ramming his cock into you.

He rids himself of his shirt and takes your ankle, bringing it up to his shoulder so as to get better access to your pussy.

He growls manically when your walls suck him in quickly in the new position and his gloved hand instinctively wraps itself around your throat lightly. Not cutting off air, just enough to make it pleasurable. You moan loudly at it and he quickly says your name as his cock pounds into you at an unforgivable pace and goes down to bite at your shoulder.

Tears well up in your eyes and they start streaming down your face, a result of the immense pleasure you felt due to him at that moment. You shout loudly and grab his biceps tighter to keep yourself from slipping away.

"I- Oh my god, Y/N." he groans into your skin as you feel his cock twitch inside you, indicating he was close.

"So filthy, my little whore." Your pussy clenches so tightly at his words, he staggers slightly and then swallows your noises with his lips as his dick repeatedly hits your g-spot deliciously, ferociously, roughly.

You could feel your forthcoming orgasm once more and as he pinches your clit with his free hand, waves of cum gush out of you and you fall limp in his hold, trying hard to not black out by the best orgasm you had ever felt.

You see white spots behind your closed lids and your legs shake uncontrollably, especially when you feel him shooting his hot cum inside you, painting your walls white and collapsing onto you with a painfully relieved groan.

A hot minute passes before any of you speaks.

You were reveling in the post-euphoric state of your intense orgasm and you mindlessly card your hands through his curls as he laid on top of your panting body, him in a similar state.

"Fuck that was amazing." he laughs into your skin and starts pressing kisses on your naked body softly, his hands removing the stray hair from your face. He slowly starts moving from over you and kisses you chastely before moving towards the restroom.

"It was." you speak into nothingness and close your eyes to conserve the bliss within them.

He soon emerges from the door with a wet towel in his hands and settles between your legs. Patting it at your folds, he softly cleans you up, making you devoid of his and your cum. He kisses your inner thigh while at it and you squirm at the tingling sensation. He laughs and casts the towel aside, coming up to kiss your forehead.

Your breathing stills as he had never done so, ever. He had always been soft post sex but you both were walking a fine line now.

"Jay?" you whisper when he looks at you with stars in his eyes.

"You are so beautiful." and he kisses you again, slowly, savouring his time with you. You grip his biceps and curl your toes at the soft intensity. His hand rests on your inner thigh and you wince a little.

"Are you sore?"

"A little." you laugh at the obvious answer,"but not much to stop you yet." you wink and he groans.

"Such a good girl, I am sorry." he smiles and kisses your cheek,"The adrenaline was crazy as fuck."

"Didn't I help you well?" you mischievously ask while licking a stripe up his cheek and kissing him just below the eye.

"You always do. A doll for me." he nudges his nose with yours and suddenly goes down to nip at your neck.

"I am a hoe for you, J." you say, eyes getting dark again with the sensation of his tongue on your neck.

He fondles your breasts with both his hands and glides his tongue across the valley between your tits and stares at you with dark eyes, now devoid of intoxication but filled with another drug, you.

"And I am a hoe for you." he kisses you and removes his gloves as his calloused hand comes in direct contact with your thigh and you smirk in between the kiss, ever ready for the next thing coming, which you know all too well as his hand sneaks further inside, between your legs.

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lachimolala22019 · 1 year

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AMETHYST Chapter 2

In a world when you turn 16 you get a mark that matches your soulmate or soulmates.

It was the case for Yn too when she turned 16, she got seven marks that will connect her to her soulmates but.....

Pairing: BTS X Reader, BTS X BTS

Warning: I don't think there are any.

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It has been 8 years since I got my soul marks, these years had been really hard for me. But my parents never left my side they helped me a lot if not for them, I wouldn't know what I would have done.

I was now working as a manager in a bank. There was not a day when I didn't think of my soulmates. I often wondered what if they were here with me, how would they be, if they would love me the way I love them. I know I haven't met them I will never be able to, but I know the love I hold for my seven mates will never disappear.

When ever I looked at the gray butterflies at my hand I couldn't help but feel sad. It felt like the gray color was mocking reminding me of what I could never have.

I couldn't help but feel envious of the people around me who were happy with their soulmate. They looked so comfortable and safe with each other had a special connection in between them. I couldn't help but long for that connection.

A strong cold breeze broke my train of thoughts. I looked up to see children playing in the park and noticed a little girl sitting on a bench.

There was a sad pout on her face her little hand was holding two dandelions. She suddenly looked toward the dandelion and bring one of them near her mouth.

I was looking at her curiously. She closes her eyes and blows the seed if the dandelion in one blow. She opens her eyes and look toward her left where an ice cream truck was standing. Some children were standing with their parents to buy an ice-cream.

Just by seeing her face I know she probably wished for an ice-cream. I smile a little after seeing this and got up from where I was sitting on the bench and went toward her.

I stood in front of her making her look toward me with curiosity. I bent a little and asked "Why are you sad little girl, what happened?"

She pouted again and pointed toward a small pond in the lake, "I had some money for the ice cream, but it accidentally fell in the water I couldn't get it back."

"Aww that is really sad ", "How about I buy you an ice-cream." I say to the girl. Her eyes lit up for a moment but soon became sad.

"What happened" I say looking at her trying to figure out what happened to her. "Nothing, It is just that I don't have anything to give you in exchange and I can't take something for free it will make me feel sad."

"Who said you don't have anything to give me."

"What do I have?" she said tilting her head to the side in confusion.

"You can give me company for some time I was feeling a little lonely. How about that"

"Really, That is a good idea unnie. Thank you so much" she says with an excited tone and a huge smile on her face.

I extended my hand in her direction for her to hold. She slips her little hand into my hands and jumped down from the bench from excitement.

"What ice-cream do you want." "Can I please have strawberry ice-cream with rainbow sprinkles on top." she says politely. "Of course whatever you want".

We reached the ice- cream truck and were welcomed by the man. "What can I get for you miss?" He say giving us a small smile. "Can I get a strawberry ice-cream with sprinkles on top and a chocolate ice-cream with marshmallows on top."

"Sure that will be 15." I reach toward my purse and take out the money and hand it to him. "Please wait a minute I will be back with you ice-cream."

After a while the man come back with our ice cream I take it from him and bow a little he bows back. We go back to the bench and I hand the girl her ice-cream. She looked at the sweet treat with big eyes and began to eat it. "Thank you so much unnie." "You're welcome, can you tell me your name." I say realizing that I forgot to ask her name.

"My name is Rhian, what is your name unnie." "My name is Y/N, but what are you doing here alone Rhian." "I came to my mother's shop with her, but got bored, so she told me to go buy myself some ice-cream her shop is close by the park."

I gave a nod to her, I finished eating my ice-cream and looked at Rhian's hand she was still holding the dandelion in her palm but didn't say anything to her.

She soon finished her ice-cream, but there was some cream on the end of her mouth I took my purse and take out some wipes from it, I extended the wipe toward her"Here wipe your hand and mouth or your clothes will get dirty."

She takes the wipe from my hand and clean the ice-cream on her hands and mouth, once she was done she gets up and goes toward a trash can to throw the used wipe. Furthermore, she returns to the bench and sit again.

"Thank you for the ice-cream unnie but what did you come to the park for?"

" I just had some things in my mind and wanted to clear my mind."

"Oh, what things unnie?"

"Nothing just grown up things."

She nods her head and look toward the roses' that were planted in front of us. All of them were gorgeous there were few butterflies flying above them. They reminded me of my soul mark, my hand instinctive went toward my other arms and I gently rubbed my hand on my marks that were covered by my sleeves.

I felt my mood suddenly drop the thought of my soulmate starts flooding my mind Once again.

To be continued...

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thatkpopwriter · 2 years

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Anomalous Fate - New Home

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of kidnapping, BTS being clueless, reader is overwhelmed and confused.

Author's Note: Finally got the sudden motivation to write this chapter, I had to start from the very beginning because when I wrote about half way through, I closed my laptop and it died while I was at work, and I hadn't saved it so it was completely gone. I do want to say thank you all for your patience, I hope to have another chapter up soon again, but don't be surprised if it doesn't come as quickly. Hope you enjoy it!!

“This is it?” Jungkook asks as he’s looking up at the front of y/n’s apartment building.

“I think so, she stays on the 5th floor,” Jin answers and looks inside, seeing a security guard at the desk, assuring himself that they’ll be fine, he doesn’t pay attention to the rustling behind him, “getting past the front desk shouldn’t be too hard, we just have to act normal.” Jin states and starts toward the door, “Let’s go.”

He enters the building and shoots a friendly smile to the security man, standing in front of the elevator and waiting for it to open, “Okay, so I’ll grab her clothes and bathroom things, you two can-” Jin stops as he double takes his surroundings, “-where are these idiots?”

He’s frantic as he looks around the lobby, trying not to alert the security, he lets out an exasperated sigh and decides to just go up alone, “I should’ve just brought Namjoon and Hoba.”

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As soon as Jin is in the apartment, he quickly notices the huge pile of shoes beside the door and four separate rooms, “She has roommates? Great, how are we going to explain this one?”

Jin shakes his head and quickly gets to work, checking all the rooms before finally finding y/n’s, going inside, and grabbing the suitcases he finds in her closet, stuffing whatever clothes he can find, wanting to get out as fast as he can as they still have a flight to catch in about 20 minutes now.

He jumps when he hears a bump from the living room and the panic sets in, thinking he’s caught red handed.

He’s debating all his options of escaping when he hears two hushed voices coming from the living room,

“Is Jin hyung here yet?”

“I don’t know, he wasn’t following us.”

He listens to the two boys and rolls his eyes, walking out of the room and jumping when Jungkook and Taehyung shriek in surprise, “Shhhhh!” he scolds them, motioning them with his hands

“Holy shit hyung, you scared us.” Jungkook holds his chest and Taehyung nods in agreement

“Why did you go through the window when we have her keys for a reason??” Jin questions, second guessing his decision on bringing the two youngest members with him.

“Because we’re breaking and entering…?” Jungkook whispers, Jin shakes his head, “It’s not breaking and entering if we have the key! If anyone asks, just say we’re getting clothes for our cousin who is in the hospital with a broken collarbone.” He explains.

“ummmm, pretty sure it’s still breaking and entering.” Jungkook counters and Taehyung pipes up, “Plus, it’s way cooler to say breaking and entering.”

“Oh nevermind! Just help me get her clothes packed.” Jin leads the way into her bedroom and grabs the suitcases from her closet, opening one up and taking it into her bathroom.

As the two maknaes are folding her clothes, Jin is looking around the place for little things he thinks she might need. He stumbles upon her nightstand and opens the drawers, fidgeting around until he spots a necklace.

As he inspects it, he feels a drop in his stomach and a pull in his chest before quickly shoving it in her suitcase and zipping it up.

“You guys get everything?” He questions and the other two nod, “I think so.”

“Alright, c’mon, we have a flight to catch.”

They all make their way out, closing her bedroom door and all the lights and just as Jin is putting his shoes back on, he speaks loudly, “Not that way…”

He smirks as he hears them huff and make their way back over to the door, “You’re no fun hyung…”

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“Okay so, how are we getting her on the jet?” Namjoon asks, turning toward everyone

“Jungkook will carry her,” Taehyung shrugs, nodding to the youngest member

Jungkook sputters, flabbergasted, “Why me?”

“Because this is your doing!” Tae retaliates,

“Yeah, you’re the reason she’s passed out” Jimin pipes in,

“Oh, so now I’m the bad guy, last I checked she was alllll our soulmate”

“Well, until she wakes up, she’s just yours”

“That’s not fair!”

“Life isn’t fair,” Jimin sticks his tongue out,

“Okayyyyy, enough,” Joon groans, “I’ll carry her.”

Yoongi rubs at his eyes, checking the time and seeing they have 20 minutes to get to the airport, “Let’s get going, I’m tired and I need to sleep.”

“He’s right, we don’t have much time, c’mon.” Hobi quickly agrees with Yoongi’s words and soon, all the boys and the sleeping y/n are making their way down to their car.

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After a 14-hour flight, the boys arrived in Seoul, and after much deliberation on the ride home, ensured that the staff would exit the plane last so they could get y/n to a secure exit without looking too suspicious.

As the boys went to the main exit, followed by dispatch and a couple fans, their makeup artists and stylists took the emergency exit that was right beside the corridor, hopping into a van with the girl, and driving straight to the dorms.

Once they arrived, they took y/n into one of the rooms there, laying her on the bed and quickly making their exit, but not before sliding the keys under the door.

The 5 women began speaking in their native tongue while waiting for the elevator,

“I’ve gotten a lot of weird requests from these boys, but that has got to be the worst by far.”

“No kidding, would’ve been easier if they just moved to the states.”

All 5 huffed a laugh and made their way back to the HYBE building.

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“If she’s still passed out by the time we’re home Jungkook, I’m charging you myself” Jin speaks, looking pointedly at his member

“She’ll be fine hyung, you worry too much.” Jungkook shakes his head, “She’ll be fine.

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Y/N opens her eyes, groaning in pain. She rubs at her head, feeling the worst headache ever, but when she’s acquainted to the sunlight from the window, she panics when she doesn’t recognize the ceiling.

She sits up abruptly, wincing at the headache, and immediately stands up, wobbling around the room, the effects from whatever was on that cloth obviously not worn completely off

“Where the fuck am i?’ she thinks to herself, looking around the room and seeing a couple shirts on the floor and some boxers, her eyes widen when she thinks of the worst, glancing down and seeing her clothes from the night at work

“How long has it been?”

Her head snaps up when she hears keys jingle at the door, gasping and grabbing the closest thing to her that she can use to defend herself with, which happens to be a weight, about 20 pounds, but it’ll do.

She slowly walks out and down the hallway, and just as the door swings open, she immediately winds her arm back, planning on throwing it toward whoever kidnapped her but freezes when she’s met with seven pairs of very familiar eyes,

“What the fuck?!”

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All seven boys are seated nervously on the couches in the living room, staring at the girl in the middle of the floor, waiting for her to speak.

“So, you were the ones in the Uber?”

They nod.

“And you broke into my apartment?”

They nod.

“And you brought me to Korea?”

They nod.

“Because I’m your soulmate?”

They nod.

“You kidnapped me because I’m your soulmate?”

They nod.

“Me?”

“Yes, please keep up with us.” Jimin quips,

y/n raises her eyebrow, “Well excuse me for finding this situation a bit-”

Taehyung interrupts her, “Cute? Adorable? Brave? Meant to be?”

“CRAZY…” y/n makes sure to pronounce the word efficiently, “I mean, you do realize people are going to be looking for me right?”

“My coworkers, my roommates, my parents, my classmates, hell, my university will be looking for me.” She tries to reason but all she gets are shakings of each head

“Actually, we called your job, told them you would be moving and unable to work, since you were there for less than six months, legally you don’t have to put a two week’s notice in.”

“And, regarding your university, we’re actually putting you into the exchange program they offer, it’s still in the works but basically, a student will be swapping with you for the same degree you are completing, that way you can attend classes here.”

“Your roommates know you’re on your way here, we basically texted them that you didn’t actually go to work but you were meeting with your advisor about the exchange program, and they suggested coming to Seoul to meet with the student you would be swapping with. When they asked why it was so sudden, we just said you wanted it to be kept secret.”

“That actually worked?” y/n questioned and Namjoon tilts his head, “That one was tricky and took a lot more explaining but once we sent a picture of you ‘awake’ on the plane, it worked.”

“So, you really planned everything huh?”

All boys nod, “We had a lot of time on the plane to think about it.”

y/n’s eyes well up with tears, the information sinking in, “I’m never leaving this place am i?”

Jimin quickly tries to calm her down, “No, no, no, no, not ever, just until you get comfortable with this whole situation.”

Hoseok pipes in, “Of course you can go outside and have your phone and laptop, just…” he looks to his members for some help.

Yoongi tries this time, “Just until we’re sure you won’t go to the police, or your friends and family to tell them the truth, I mean, we have a reputation to uphold.”

“And because of that, we have a few rules set in place…” He continues hesitantly.

They hand her a piece of paper with a short list, but she doesn’t pay it any mind,

“We’ll discuss it over dinner, it should be here shortly.”

Namjoon nods, “We’re sorry if this isn’t exactly how you’ve wanted your soulmate story to go, but if you belong to all of us, then there’s no choice.”

“I don’t belong to you guys…” y/n points, “as of right now, I might be your soulmate, but you guys aren’t mine.”

Unaware of how much her words hurt the seven boys’ hearts, they understand and hope she’ll come around eventually.

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There's something wrong with Manager Kim YN Part 27

I know everything

Yoongi's phone rang. "YN.." he couldn't help but find himself smiling as he thought of her.

"YN?" he answered the phone, fumbling for his phone as he pulled up to her new home.

"Yoongi, are you nearly here?"

He jumped out the car as soon as he hit the brakes, not bothering to lock it, worried as he ran up to the front door.

The door opened as soon as he used the knocker and YN stood there waiting for him.

He couldn't help the lump in his throat forming as he remembered how it would feel to come home to YN, but now it was Jackson she came home to.

"Are you okay? Is Ari okay?" he found himself worrying about that little girl.

"No we're not. Thanks for coming so quickly."

"Um, sure, it's okay. Do you need to go somewhere?"

"Can we stay here? Ari is asleep and I can't leave her."

"Of course, how stupid of me," he felt dumb trying to get her to leave the house. "Where's Jackson?"

He wished he hadn't knocked on the door so loudly now.

"Shh" she said as she motioned for him to enter. "She's sleeping."

"Sorry." He bit his tongue and shut the door after himself. She looked uneasy.

"Is everything OK?" he worried and she was being cryptic.

"You tell me, I just want to know why you said no. I don't get it. And I was very surprised by your reply, it was cold and heartless."

Yoongi looked at her, how annoyed she looked standing there, arms folded with a raised eyebrow.

"Ok can you explain what you're talking about please? I still don't get why you had a go at me at the office before and I've never tried to be cold or heartless."

YN looked at him, eyebrow still raised, still waiting for an explanation. "Are you for real right now?"

"Yeah I am," he chuckled, "What is going on?" He removed his cap and shook out his dark hair.

"I called you when I landed in LA and I texted you and you told me to do what I wanted?" she looked at him. "I find it hard to believe, and then you act normal when you see us?"

YN took her phone off the table and scanned her messages.

"Three years ago Yoongi, you might have forgotten but I didn't. That night I texted you saying we need to talk. I then called you and you didn't pick up. I then left you messages explaining everything and you are telling me you have NO idea what I'm talking about?"

YN looked at him. "You've got no idea what I'm talking about do you? Are you telling the truth?"

He shook his head at her. "Do I get a clue or somethin'?"

"Shit." She rubbed her head.

"Sweetheart, you wanna let me in on the secret, cos I'm dying to know what I've done wrong?"

Yoongi's hand instinctively rose to touch hers as it rubbed her temple.

YN moved away, opened the french doors out onto the lawn, Yoongi following her. He sat down, but she preferred to stand.

"Two weeks after I went home I found out I was pregnant. I messaged you, told you I'm pregnant and you told me to stick it. I gave birth and stayed in the States. Ari is your daughter Yoongi."

Yoongi stared at her.

"Yoongi?"

He looked like the light was on, but no one was home.

"Yoongo Bongo?" She waved her hand in his face.

Yoongi grabbed her wrist, yanking her hard, pulling her into his lap.

Still holding her waist he positioned the phone screen in front of him, eyes scanning over the words; the time stamp.

He was asleep at the time, he remembered drinking his sorrows away in a bar, sad, depressed and crying. Somehow he made it home, and Ha-Na was there in the morning telling him they'd slept together and she supported him. But he didn't have his phone next to him. It was Ha-Na, his phone was next to her the whole night. He didn't let her stay over ever again after that. It can't have been a coincidence. I don't believe in those.

Yoongi turned her till she was facing him, struggling out of his grip.

"When is her birthday?" How old is she?"

She was getting pissed off now.

"Are you seriously asking me that?" she slapped his arm hard, pulling away. "Have I lied to you?"

"You not telling me who you really were, that you are Jin's sister. You lied about," he tried to swallow but couldn't, "you said we would be married a year."

I thought I had at least a year with you.

"Well I'm not lying now. It gives me nothing to say that she's yours. But she is. She is 3 years old Yoongi. She was born 9 months after we slept together."

"But Ha-Na, my phone, the last few years," he was no longer looking at YN but simply talking to himself, trying to mumble his way through it all.

He couldn't take this in. He had to speak to Ha-Na.

"I have to speak to Ha-Na."

YN sighed and looked out into the distance, disappointed. Of course he would want to discuss it with her, his girlfriend, the love of his life.

"Um, does she know who I am?" he asked, dry mouthed. YN shook her head.

"So what have you told her? That her Dad doesn't love her?" he was getting angry.

"Don't get angry at me! I did what I needed to do for me and my daughter. Don't act like you all of a sudden love her," she shouted back, eyes shiny with unshed tears. "Don't you dare stand there and fucking judge me!"

Jackson knocked on the open door, YN looked at him apologetic, realising they were speaking too loudly. He spotted Yoongi standing there.

"Am I interrupting something?" he looked at YN to check if she was okay, who shook her head.

Yoongi squared up to him, who didn't seem to back down either.

"So you knew all along, and have been playing happy families with my daughter?" he pushed Jackson.

Jackson pushed him back.

"You need to back up Yoongi before you get hurt. You turned around and said you wanted no part in bringing her up. What kind of a man are you? What kind of a father are you?"

Yoongi looked furious. "What the fuck are you talking about? Is that why you got her thinking you're her Dad?" he looked across at YN. "So that's what's going on, you leave me and you shack up with Jackson and got my kid calling him Dad?"

"Jackson is Ari's God Father you asshole. She calls him God-daddy because ironically she can't pronounce father."

She stared at him. "And you don't get to say anything to Jackson, he has done nothing but be supportive. You sure as hell don't get the chance to stand there and point fingers at me as to how I'm bringing up my daughter."

Jackson pushed him back. "I've been willing to step up and be her support, and I have done that as her Godfather.. YN is one of my closest friends, I wasn't going to leave her high and dry! And I've never given Ari the chance to feel she never had a strong and reliable father figure in her life; and I ain't gonna stop now just because you keep changing your mind."

"Stop this!" she tried to reason, getting between Yoongi and Jackson as she showed him the response she got back from his phone.

Yoongi shook his head, "YN I swear I didn't send that. If I'd known what you said, I would have spoken to you face to face, not send you a text to tell you no. That's my flesh and blood. I would have tried harder to keep you both."

No one heard the lounge door open.

"Mama?" she stood in the doorway. An angry Yoongi and Jackson turned to look at her, in surprise.

"Hey hunny," she scooped her up, moving her away from the scene. "Sorry sweetheart, did we wake you?" Ari rubbed her eyes.

"I think you guys need to cool down," YN looked at them. Jackson left, which left Yoongi standing there.

Yoongi combed his hair back, and nervously smiled at her. She looked completely like YN, this beautiful little thing was meant to be my daughter?

"Sweetheart, do you remember Yoongi from before? He works with me."

Ari looked at him blankly trying to remember who he was. YN cleared her throat.

"Maybe you should think about what you want to do, and then let me know. Let me just put her to bed first."

Yoongi paced the room blankly waiting for her to return, replaying her words again and again until she walked back through the living room,and closed the door behind her.

She looked up, rubbing her neck from the stress.

"Who else knows?"

"I hoped you would have just left," she mumbled, he sure was nimble even in the too small for him slippers as he got to her in seconds, pinning her against the table.

"Really, you have the audacity to pin me to the table? Is that supposed to make me bat my eyelids at you?"

"What do you want from me sweetheart?" he asked her honestly.

"Yoongi move please," turning her head to the side to not look at him.

"No," he pushed his hips closer to hers, seeking her chin with the side of his jaw.

"Me? Nothing. I'm letting you know there is another life out there that you are partly responsible for," she gave him a dose of reality and he backed off, "you can either step up," she closed the French doors, "or step aside. Your choice, sweetheart."

"You're gonna wish you never left me," he shot her with a serious look.

"Please, you think I'm gonna make the same mistake twice? Bang YN is no one's fool. Besides," she confidently walked over to him. Stood so close he was beginning to lose his cool.

She smiled as he swallowed difficultly.

"I did what I had to do. What makes you think I need you? I don't go for sloppy seconds. Ha-Na? She's just a poor man's YN. Not the other way round..."

"We'll see about that," he threatened. "Let's see how long you can last without me."

How could she stand there, not an ounce of guilt for leaving my heart for dead?

"I did three years without you, what makes you think I can't do another thirty?" she raised an eyebrow, a confident smirk on her face.

"I'm going nowhere."

"All the guys say that. I'm not having this weird argument with you. See yourself out."

"Carefull YN, you're going to bring the demon out.." he snarled on exit.

"All talk."

YN crumbled to the floor as soon as she heard the front door close, clutching her chest as her heart beat out her ribs.

"God why did I come back.."

"And where have you been? You ran out the door so damn fast you didn't tell anyone," Hobi asked as soon as he stalked in a little later after midnight.

"Guys I need to tell you something," he cleared his throat and assembled everyone at the large modular couches to explain where he'd been.

Jimin sat with his mouth open for a couple of minutes.

"Aren't you gonna say anything?" Yoongi asked.

Jimin looked at him. "To be fair, we all kinda knew."

Yoongi rolled his eyes, "this a joke?"

"I wish it was," Jin added, "You had a child with her, but are involved with someone else, didn't step up, and is basically going to watch Jackson bring up you insanely cute daughter as his own.. Yeah, if that ain't an episode off a drama I don't know what is.." he added sarcastically.

Namjoon kissed his teeth and thought deeply before speaking next.

"YN has never badmouthed you, never mentioned you after she went back. We always wondered what went wrong, especially since you guys always looked so, so happy. But whatever happened in Paris, was just a catalyst for change and heartbreak. You're our family, but so is YN," he said conflicted.

"If you choose to not step up, I think that's up to you. We can't make you, but we've spent time with Ari. She's a special little girl who deserves to have a father," Taehyung explained.

Yoongi looked at Jungkook, surprised he didn't say anything yet.

"Jungkook-ah what about you, you not got anything to add?"

Jungkook looked over. "I love Noona. She is caring, funny and loyal. From where I'm sitting, looks like she doesn't really need you to be honest. She has Jackson. We know him and GOT7, we know they are good guys, but from what he has mentioned and what we've seen; she's done fine without you up till now."

He looked at Yoongi's face and smiled, hoping to get a reaction. "And it looks like he's a father to her in everything but name. He's her god father, but he's there for that girl more than you have."

Yoongi looked at them and sighed. Conflicted.

"YN messaged me when she first found out, but Ha-Na deleted the messages and told her that I didn't care. I didn't know, I had no clue until this evening."

He rubbed his hands nervously, "She left me once," he explained, "I don't know what I'd do if YN left me again, and with my little girl."

Jin sighed, putting down the knife he'd been sharpening since Yoongi had run to YNs and approached him slowly.

"This is your chance Yoongi," he pointed the tip of the blade on his direction, "Ha-Na was never any good for you, and we're glad you've left her for good. But you have the chance here, to be happy. To be a Dad! Don't fuck it up. Most people don't get a second chance at happiness. If you can't be there for YN, then at least be there for Ari, Yoongi."

He paused and looked at him, "and if you decide you do want to do the right thing, we will support you. But you fuck up, I swear on my life I will gut you like a fish."

"I do, want to do the right thing. Not have you gut me.. I felt that I had to clarify that," Yoongi watched the knife go back in the drawer carefully, and Jin leaving to go out.

"How about we have a drink boys?" Jimin and Jungkook grinned pulling out the bottles.

"Best thing you've said all day," Yoongi blew out his breath as a bottle made it to his hand.

It wasn't more than a few minutes of walking out the front door, down the driveway to the garbage collection, that YN turned a corner and sensed someone was behind. Calmly she walked, taking in the gravel under her trainers, the feel of a northeast breeze on the small of her back, until she stood still, ears perked, hearing the footsteps behind her also stop.

The next day, a remorseful and hung over Yoongi would appreciate how she was able to flick up a nearby fallen branch for a makeshift bat.

"Can I get some - hiccup- help?"

YN lowered the branch, crossed her arms and looked at him with such a stare, it reminded him badly of his own mother, a look of patience wearing thin when he would often return home from school, with a new shiner for company.

"What? A big guy like you needs help?"

"I am Yoongi. I'm looking for my wife, but I have forgotten how to get into the house."

He stood up, his cap getting knocked off by a nearby low lying branch, before looking around clueless.

"Yoongi?" she murmured, and then she wanted to laugh. She'd never come across a drunk Yoongi, well not since their wedding night.

He looked so sheepish, embarrassed even as he waited for her to face him, his voice with its gravel tones was definitely, a hundred per cent sure drunk.

"YN," he tried to clear his throat but sounded like an asthmatic animal, "is so loving, so cute. Such a good person."

YN grew uncomfortable at such a sweet speech. "Stop now," she explained, "Let's talk when you're sober, let me call the others.."

"You know," hiccup "she overcame her troubles and took away the dark clouds in my life," he managed with a sad sigh.

He wobbled forward, slowly found his footing on the paved driveway and cleared his throat successfully, before pulling her close and snuggling into her neck.

She caught a heavy whiff of soju and wine. "Careful now. The fall from my pedestal is high and probably fatal. And you need to sober up buddy."

"What buddy? Who the fuck is her buddy," he swung around in a circle until he grew dizzy. "Only I can be her buddy," he mumbled, trying to find her face with a shaky finger poking her dimple like a doorbell. "I find it hard to believe she is really here.. YN? Where are you?" he shouted into the dark night, "the most caring woman I've ever met. She made me feel human."

YN steadied her gaze. "I did?"

"I don't want to screw this up," he sniffed, "I screwed up and she didn't talk to me for so long.." he grew restless trying to walk towards the house unaided.

"Whyyyyyy?????!!" he howled at the sky.

She raised an eyebrow, moving the subject expertly from herself neatly, watching his legs bow as he swayed.

"What did you do wrong?" she couldn't help but ask the drunk man. "Why are you here?"

"I said the wrong thing. Did the wrong thing. Didn't stop her. But I'm not kidding you, I'm gonna fix this."

Yoongi watched her chuckling to herself.

"I don't think I said anything funny."

"You don't need to. Miserable Min. I know everything!"

"Then you gonna help me or not?" He sullenly replied, knowing that it wasn't beyond the realms of possibility that YN had shared much of their past life with this woman in a hoodie that came out her house. What had YN told this woman about him?

"If you know everything, then you will know that I'm not gonna go anywhere, you'll help me?"

She started walking away, and soon a disappointed Jin walked down the path, his cardigan flapping.

"You have to help me! I think I love her!" he called after him as he neared.

Jin stopped mid-step, mouth gasping as he turned to check if YN had heard, but she was too far away to hear anything.

"What did you just say?" he walked slowly towards him, "because it sounded like you said you love her."

"Beyond any doubt, I think I do. So. Will you help me?" he hiccuped, "Jin Hyung?" Yoongi shook his arms, "is that you??"

Jin wasn't listening as he stood there, his mind was already churning out a scenario, and several alternate endings. He saw Yoongi sway again, stood him up straight and went back to thinking.

Yoongi looked down, disappointed at his non-verbal response.

"I'm going inside, you coming?" he called out as Yoongi hurried after him, his voice pinging off the bricks.

The huge grin on his face made Jin chuckle as they walked, Yoongi was eager to explain his thoughts and somehow it felt good to share it with someone else. Someone that wasn't YN, yet was loved and respected by her, and therefore by extension by him.

"I need a sparring buddy, and I think you will do," he said pushing a pair of boxing gloves at him as they got to the gym by the garage.

"Oh I wasn't asking, I was telling you," getting into the ring he flexed his broad shoulders and moved menacingly towards him, smacking Yoongi in the stomach without any hesitation before he was ready.

"OK, I don't see how this is going to help me tell her that I love her," Yoongi was slowly sweating himself sober, as he pushed up his gloves as the two of them tapped the other in good sportsmanship, "and you got a hell of a jab on you there."

"I find myself quite suited to the sport," an experienced smile told him, "YN told me how great it feels to beat the shit out of things. She's been sparring with me lately. Helps with our stress."

"Jeez, no wonder you guys are siblings. You're equally nuts."

"I see she fell for your boyish charm," Jin quipped sarcastically, as the two of them circled each other and he threw another jab at him. "Besides, there's three points to this trident. You haven't yet met my niece."

"Ari?"

"You thought YN has sass? I'll let you see that for yourself."

Jin threw a jab, pausing midway as Yoongi dodged him easily, not quite ready for the unseen left uppercut.

"I thought you were gonna help me?"he said falling to the ground.

"The way to her, is to break through her emotionally stunted heart, by declaring you love her and not giving her a choice."

"Not giving her a choice isn't the best thing surely?"

Jin smiled. "You wanted help, I just gave you the answer."

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Just a Dream | jhs

Just A Dream

— Dreams usually don’t elicit anything more than a laugh from you, but this one? This one really shakes you.

Word Count: 6,530 Contents: flUff, sWeAriNg, pinch of crACk, y/n has an emotional crisis over a recent discovery, jiwoo is tired of ur shit and takes matters into her own hands (best girl (∩^o^)⊃━☆<333), SO AWKWARD (ur both awkward lil shits HAWHAHS), (N/N) is nickname btw, best friends to lovers! AU Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

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A/N: I HAVEN’T POSTED IN A WHILE BUT I’M BACK WITH A NEW NAME, A NEW THEME AND A NEW TALLY MARK ON ME SIMPING FOR JUNG HOSEOK <3 <3 <3 This be based on the concept of;

Rollover Reaction n. when your dream about someone you know skews how you feel about them all the next day, an emotion you are unable—and unwilling—to shake.

From the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows! (bc im a dramatic lil bitch <3) I hope you guys enjoyed it!

As always, feel free to send in requests or talk to me! ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

“(Y/N)...”

Has your name always sounded this pretty in his voice like this?

Realizing just how little distance separates the two of you, you found it hard to breathe. He steals a glance on your lips, compelling a blush onto your cheeks as you do the same. You feel his forehead brush against yours, his fingers caressing your cheeks and moving forth to tuck a hair piece behind your ear.

Is this really happening?

His next words send tingles down your spine.

“I have to tell you something...”

You wait in anticipation, heart beating against your chest. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, the sunset making him glow ethereal.

His lips spread into a beautiful smile.

“Wake up.”

What?

Your eyes shot open just as your 7:00 AM alarm began echoing throughout your room. Heart racing wildly, you were already rendered wide awake before your mind could even register the loud alarm ringing through the energetic beat of Dionysus.

Usually, you’d wake up jamming to your best friend’s song, but this time, you were left in such a haze that the alarm started picking up again—a snooze option that you had set to activate every five minutes in any case the alarm fails to wake you up the first time around.

Eventually, you did knock out of it a little, turning off the screaming device just as it was about to start for the third time.

Your mind seemed to forget how to breathe properly, as it focused solely on directing your eyes over the sight of your phone’s wallpaper. It wasn’t anything new, really—just a picture of you and your best friend, Jung Hoseok. It was taken about a few months ago, when you had flown over to surprise him at a concert. His stage outfit was ethereal compared to your subpar straight-off-the-airport look. Bright, big smiles, however, reigned over both of your faces as your arms snaked around one another without a care in the world.

Looking at this picture has never elicited such a sensation in you before, but here you were, barely managing to breathe with your heart racing uncontrollably and your mind projecting images in your head persistently.

Breath-taking sunset. Heartfelt words. Fuzzy feelings. Lips inching clos—

“Nope!” you scold yourself, shaking your head profusely. A strangled noise between a groan and a screech leaves your lips as you bring a hand up to tap yourself on the cheeks. Turning your phone down on the cushion next to you, you heave yourself out of the comfort of your bed and into the bathroom.

The water was cool on your face—a refreshing wakeup call. In the mirror, you looked a mess—your hair strewn about, your eyes puffy, and your body drowning beneath a large shirt. You force a tight-lipped smile. “It’s just a dream, silly,” you reasoned, in spite of your frantic heart. “Just a dream.”

(Y/N), (Y/N), pick up the phone! It’s your hope, your angel, your Hobi!

You jolt at the sudden ring of your best friend’s voice through the air, rendering you to look around the room and wonder if someone had been spying on you to make you extra miserable today. In the distance was a ringtone he had recorded for you, now playing a funky little track he had made for the both of you. It was something you were shameless about, but now, you wanted to damn it for bringing back the redness to your cheeks.

Making haste and returning to your bedroom, you could see the device vibrating on the bed where you had left it. Your phone was lit alive with the notification overlapping the wallpaper you had been gawking at moments before.

Hobi Hobi is calling...

“Snap out of it,” you scolded yourself, as you hovered your thumb over to answer the call. At this point, you were forcing the retaliating part of you to cooperate over doing such a meager task. “C'mon,” you murmured under your breath. “Why are you like this?”

It felt like such a leap of faith to will yourself to move your finger on a swiping motion. Your heart remained wilding within you—a shock, considering the fact that it felt like it was just about ready to jump out and scream at you to acknowledge the infestation of feelings that was plaguing it.

“Hello?”

Hoseok’s voice snaps you out of your reverie, making you (figuratively) shove your heart down to the ground and muffle its battle cries. “Hey!” you beam with a stagger, a little too enthusiastically that you mentally slapped yourself for such a blunder. “How’s it going, Hoseok?”

Immediately, you wanted to smack yourself at the snag in your plan to get over your dream. hOSEOK??? Why would you call him Hoseok like that?!

Fortunately for your sanity, your best friend seems to take no issue with the slight panic and change in your voice, and doesn't answer you with any questions. “Hey, (n/n),” he tells you, a little awkward but you can still feel that solar enthusiasm of his. “I’m doing great!”

Just then, Seokjin retaliates in the background. “Yah,” the eldest member whines, “easy for you to say! I'm dying over here!”

As you walk out to your kitchen for breakfast, you find yourself chuckling, mind slowly easing a bif. “Tough day at practice, hm?” you muse, listening to the other members in the background. You grabbed a bowl and a spoon for yourself, setting it at your dining table as you waited for Hoseok's reply.

"Yeah, you know us," Hoseok coyly admits.

Your heart swells with pride, a grin on your face begins to hurt your cheeks as you hear some more kerfuffle on the other line. “Best of luck to you all then,” you tell him as you scour your pantry for the cereal box. "Don’t push yourselves too hard.”

Knowing well that the gruesome practice can’t be helped with a comeback looming overhead, you opt to cheer them on instead. “I’ll bring jajangmyeon later,” you then promised, as you fetched yourself some milk from the fridge. “You guys deserve it.”

The excitement in Hoseok's voice makes a smile on your face in an instant. "That's great!" the dancer beams, going off on a continuous ramble that didn’t give you quite enough time to butt in. "So, are you coming here by lunchtime or earlier? We'll clean up if it's earlier—wouldn't want you tripping aga—"

"Uhm, actually…" you were forced to interrupt Hoseok, which immediately plunges the situation into an awkward silence. "I was thinking about bringing jajangmyeon for dinner instead," you grimace at the lack of conviction in your voice, guilt and the aftermath of the dream nearly trembling your resolve.

Hoseok is understandably bummed by the news. "Dinner?" he asks, "why dinner?"

It seems to you that the girl’s day his sister invited you to last week has slipped Hoseok’s mind. "I have lunch with Jiwoo planned today," you tell him as you ready your bowl, “y'know, to catch up and take some promotional pictures for her?”

Hoseok clears his throat, embarrassed to have forgotten that. "Ah, right," he hums, "I forgot about that…"

You chuckle a little, awkward as you seat yourself on a stool. "Yeah…"

There was something apologetic in your voice, Hoseok could tell and he doesn't want to hold you back any longer for something that slipped his mind. "Well, you gals have fun," he urges you, doing his best to move the conversation along. "Send me pictures if you have any."

It's an effective strategy. "Okay," you reply with a lighter pep, relieved that he doesn't sound too upset. "Let me know if tonight's jajangmyeon plan's a go, hm?"

"Of course," he hums, "I'll go now. Break's almost over."

The delirium that nestled from your dream and the rest of the mess it made out of you renders you guilty for not making the most of your time with your best friend. This conversation definitely could've gone better. What the hel—

"Uh, (Y/N), good.. bye?"

Knocked out of your stupor, the spoon makes a loud clunk as it hits the bowl when you drop it to have your hand meet your forehead. Silent misery aside, you don't leave Hoseok hanging any longer. "Oh, sorry," you chuckle, embarrassed, awkward, and shy all together. "I just woke up."

Hoseok laughs at your half truth of a confession.

"I'll see you later, Hobi," you say before he could start teasing you.

Your best friend hums, letting your little dazed moment be as he bids you goodbye. "Can't wait!~"

Silence returns to its throne, swallowing the room as you were left staring at the floating cereal in your bowl. Running a hand through your hair, you reign yourself in. “Get a grip, (Y/N),” you tell yourself. “You have a whole day ahead of you.”

"You like him, don't you?"

A scandalized gasp came out of you, almost making you choke on the scrumptious cheesecake you had ordered on this fine day. To think you would get attacked like this! What blasphemy!

"No, I don't!" was your immediate response, followed by strings of barely coherent, hasty sentences. "That'd be silly—I mean, Hoseok's a great guy, but me and him—together?" you scoff, "Pssh, no, no. It's not… uhm…"

Your rambling words die a painfully awkward death at the hands of a realization that this was his older sister you were ranting to. Even if Jiwoo was also a friend of yours, blood is thicker than water and she would most likely side with her brother than you. Clearing your throat, you pick at your plate and choose silence.

Across from you, Jiwoo looked on, arms crossed and unconvinced, but she doesn't at all seem angered by your profuse denial about being with her brother. In fact, she looked more than amused, and that doesn’t spell good for you. "You know, if I hadn't known you for that long and haven't actually seen you with my brother, I would've been offended," she chuckles as she adjusts her hair over to one shoulder.

Your face is red. You could feel it. "I'm sorry," you grimace, "I just… haven't entertained the thought of being his girlfriend instead of girl friend, y'know?"

You can’t possibly catch feelings for your best friend—that’s ridiculous!

Ever the straightforward friend, Jiwoo easily expresses what she thinks of your state. "I think you need to be more aware of yourself and your surroundings, honey," she clicks her tongue, shaking her head at you.

Her words make your eyes snap back up, partly offended, but mostly incredulous. "What?" you gawked, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

Is she saying that Hoseok—your best friend of seven years and a worldwide superstar—likes, likes you?

The oldest Jung eases back into her chair, feigning a thinking face before she drags you through her observations. "Well for one," she began, "he cuddles to you every time he gets the chance to—glues to you, even."

It's true enough.

Constantly sitting next to each other with your legs draped over each other in some form, running your fingers through his hair or arms to help him sleep, really tight and comforting hugs, occasional forehead kisses, and more!

You're quite used to it yourself. However—

"He's like that with everyone," you were quick to say. If being cuddly with you insinuates romantics for Jiwoo, then he might as well be married to the rest of his members. Physical touch was one of your best friend's many love languages, and that was why you never tried to give any meaning to his affections.

Jiwoo doesn't deny your remark, and instead readies a more specific receipt. "Last week," she recounts to you, "the two of you showed up together at dinner and his back was soaked from the rain while you were very much mostly dry."

She's talking about the dinner that Mrs Jung asked you to attend last Saturday—something about making sure to see that her other daughter is well fed and taken care of. For contribution purposes, you had thought to call up Hoseok a few hours before the dinner to help you cook something from your mother's recipe to bring to Jiwoo's apartment.

By the time the two of you had gone out to leave for dinner, it had already been raining. Hoseok was the one with the umbrella, whilst you held onto the food, which definitely made some struggles for the both of you, but he got to change just fine after coming in!

It was another case of Hoseok being a sweetheart, so you don't really see the point. "Which means?" You raise your brow at her, pushing away that part of you that liked the bits she was putting onto the table.

Jiwoo groans at you not picking up (or rather, refusing to pick up) what she's putting down. "You know he's fussy about being neat, and yet, he drops everything when it comes to you!" she exasperatedly tells you, "he cares for you a little too much more than a friend."

She's overthinking it, you tell yourself—as you began overthinking it.

"Don't be ridiculous," you scoff, drawing the straw of your iced tea to your mouth.

At the lack of your understanding, Jiwoo half-heartedly sighs, pulling out her phone. "This calls for a live demonstration then," she mischievously quips as her fingers move about on the screen. She awfully reminds you of Hoseok when he’s up to the maknaes’ troublesome bullshit.

You gulp the drink, mostly out of nervousness. "What did you do?" you squint, suspicious of her.

She gestures you to wait a minute as she stirs the straw in her cup, the sound of the ice swirling around somehow making you more antsy to think about what kind of stunt she pulled.

Not a moment later, your own phone rings.

(Y/N), (Y/N), pick up the phone! It’s your hope, your angel, your Hobi!

That silly ringtone rings in the air, making Jiwoo recoil at the cringiness of her brother's antics. She shakes her head and murmurs something under her breath. ("So nonsensical")

You, on the other hand, were too aghast to be embarrassed, the straw that your fingers held hostage now freed as you had both hands seizing your phone. That rational part of you looking for reason in every single one of her rebuttals suddenly shrinks at the sight of Hoseok's name on the screen.

Why is Hoseok calling?!

"Go on, now," Jiwoo urges you with a shit-eating grin. "Answer it."

And so, with much reluctance, you did.

"Hel—"

"Are you alright?" were his immediate words. "Did something happen?"

Damn. Not even a hello.

You glance at his older sister before you, but she simply sips at her Iced Americano, watching the scene unfold like it was the year’s greatest blockbuster hit. "What?" you ask Hoseok, worried about what kind of stunt Jiwoo unknowingly pulled over your ass.

Hoseok’s panic doesn’t let up. "Noona messaged me, asking where you are," he tells you. "I thought you left your apartment already?"

You could envision that little frown on his face, brows furrowed deeply. His concern, admittedly, makes you feel things—such things that are not helping your case at the moment. "I, uh…" you gulped, thinking of a good excuse. "I got distracted, left my phone on silent until now, so…"

There was a good few seconds of silence, broken by a soft sigh that was in between done and relieved. “You’re lying,” Hoseok easily concludes as he tuts. “She’s messing with me, isn’t she?”

Right, you should know better than to lie to him. Hoseok may have the most obvious “I’m-lying-so-sorry” expression, but you weren’t any better—especially when it comes to him. “Yeah, she definitely is,” you sheepishly chuckle, as Jiwoo snorts the moment your eyes meet with hers, immediately understanding she’s been caught. “I may or may not be an accomplice,” you lightly joke, “so sorry, Hobi.”

Your best friend doesn't at all sound too upset. "It gave me a heart attack," he instead dramatically claims. "How could you two do this to me?"

You find yourself laughing, in spite of your previous state of disarray. "Ask her, not me," you try and nonchalantly shrug. "Did we interrupt anything though?"

"Nothing much," he assures you. "Don't worry."

With a hum, you decide not to fully trust him with that and let him go on with the aforementioned 'nothing much' he was doing—likely, it was choreography or music work, which are definitely not 'nothing much' when it comes to his line of work. "Right, well," you chirp, toying with the fork on your plate. "I swear I'll bring you extra churros for this. I'm so sorry we bothered you."

Jiwoo simply shrugs at this, but leans over anyway. "Sorry for pulling your leg," she half-heartedly muses, before going back to her plate and looking at you smugly.

Hoseok chuckles. "You better," he playfully says, "but I'll, uh, leave you girls to your fun time."

Knew it. You hold yourself from snorting. He's busy.

"Alright, alright," you muse to him, "Jiwoo and I will actually start our little shoot soon anyways. I'll see you later!"

Your best friend cheerily hums. "See you later!"

Eventually, you were left with your homescreen, staring back at the photo of you and Hoseok’s smiling faces. As the silence settles in and the conversation processes in your head, this has, admittedly, only left you more conflicted than before the call ever happened.

"Smooth," Jiwoo says, snapping your attention back to reality. “You’re very quick to throw me under the bus, too, hm?”

You playfully roll your eyes at her, before pointing at her with your fork. “You threw me under the bus, too, y’know,” you claim, "what was that even for, you little minx?"

Not at all threatened, Jiwoo simply slides her phone over and shows you what she sent to her brother.

So that’s why he was panicky.

Though the notion of his panic does make your heart skip a beat, you refuse to do anything and overthink any further—not unless Hoseok himself says or does anything about it. "That was unnecessary," you tell her, stubborn as a bull.

Jiwoo shrugs with a smug grin. "Did you hear how panicked he was though?" your friend teasingly lilts, wiggling her brows in a way that reminds you of Hoseok. "My little brother cares a lot about you."

The insinuation of her words makes you fluster and scramble for some semblance of indifference. "So?" you try and scoff, "I care about him, too. I'm his best frie—"

"You're in denial is what you are."

The certainty in her claim makes you question yourself for a fraction of a second, but you recover quickly. “No, I’m not,” you huff, “I just don’t see the po—”

“(Y/N),” Jiwoo says your name in a firm tone that calls your attention. Her expression is telling you to face the possibilities of it. “You’re literally a mess after having a dream about him,” she deadpans, “which isn’t even wet, by the way.”

That definitely shut you up, leaving you to spend the rest of your little rendezvous with her on frantic topic changes and multiple eye rolls.

But you couldn't bring yourself to let Hoseok know of any of your slip ups.

"How'd it go?"

Hours later, Hoseok sits on his swivelling chair before you, cheeks full and adorable as he chews on the takeout you brought. Your phone on his coffee table rings with happy buzzes of the boys thanking you for theirs.

"Great," you tell him as you send them all a reply in the group chat.

It was terrible.

"Jiwoo took me to this nice little cafe and we took lots of pictures,"

She wouldn't stop teasing me as we did.

"Smile, (n/n)!~" she teasingly coos in a manner similar to what her brother did in your ringtone, her eyes glinting with mischief as her phone flashes. "Pretend I'm your Hobi!~"

—

As he leans to look at the photos Jiwoo just sent over, you come to unfortunately notice the distance between you both is so little, his fringe lightly brushing your forehead as you both share the moment. You’re barely looking at the pictures at this point.

Fuck, (Y/N). Concentrate.

"You look pretty, (N/N)," Hoseok tells you as you catch his smile when you steal a glance his way. “The pictures turned out great.”

You don't think your nickname has ever sounded so sweet to you, and your heart races to think Jiwoo might be right. Yet, you really can't afford to think about this right now.

"It's not much," you manage to plunge yourself back into the conversation, trying to pass off his compliment for your sake. "I'm no model, Hobi."

Hoseok leans back into his chair as his knee comes to nudge yours. "Hey," he playfully scolds, "none of that, now. You're noona's favorite model."

Chuckling, you shake your head at his statement. "Because she doesn't have to pay me for the little practice shoots she makes me go through?" you tell him as you stuff your mouth with a serving of the black bean noodles.

Your best friend pouts at your refusal to take his compliment. “Because you’re a good friend of hers that’s very pretty,” he finishes the discussion, further shocking you into silence when he reaches forth to wipe at the corner of your lip.

A huff escapes your lips as you playfully roll your eyes. You stuff another bunch into your mouth, making sure to wipe after your lips yourself.

Within you was a war between clashing thoughts, one that didn’t want to cause any trouble and one that didn’t mind the trouble. After all, it’s not so bad to have a little thing for someone like Jung Hoseok. He’s a complete package in your book.

At the same time, he’s your best friend—one of your very best. He knows a lot of your secrets and struggles, and has helped you through one of your darkest times. He’s a big part of you, and you’d be lying if you said his absence in your life wouldn’t hurt.

Fuck. You are a mess.

"What?"

Hoseok hesitates to repeat this time around, perhaps because of the cold tone that bled through your words—that lack of cheery, gossipy vibes you always seem to have when he asks you for things like this. "I have…" he stammers, "I have a date tomorrow? And I was hoping you could help me?"

Three weeks. You’ve mulled over your feelings for three weeks, in between hanging out with Hoseok, the boys, and Jiwoo. You used to tell yourself to give yourself time—to make sure of things before you make a move, but as it turns out, time doesn’t care to wait for you.

Were you so occupied that you didn't notice Hoseok taking interest in someone else?

"No, no, I heard you, I just," you were at a loss for words. "I just…"

I just didn't expect it would hurt like this.

"Nevermind," you laugh, grimacing because you know your disheartened state can bleed through. "But yeah, I'll, uh," you clear your throat, "I'll be there in twenty."

Hoseok’s end turns silent, and you already know that he knows something’s amiss.

"You… you alright?"

Crap. He knows you too well.

You hold back the urge to sigh, and gather your wits about you. "Mhm," you hum, "just work doing me in a little too rough lately, y'know?"

This isn’t entirely a lie. You took a lot of work to get your mind out of things, and Hoseok knows half of this, because you once had to do a project while hanging out with him the other day.

“Oh, are you busy then?” Hoseok asks, his worry already evident. “You don’t have to come here if you are.”

You don’t know why you’re doing this to yourself, but you suppose you can chalk it up to holding up this little tradition as his best friend. It was hard as it is for him to go on dates, and none of them have ever ended successfully, which is why he has his best friend—you—to help make sure he's as fine and handsome as he can be.

No matter how masochistic you may seem to be, you didn’t want Hoseok to lose his best friend, just because you lost the chance to confess. “No, no,” you tell him, “I can come. I can use the break.”

“Alright,” he tells you, voice soft and unsure but happy nonetheless. “I’ll be waiting.”

The call ends and you fall back onto your bed, groaning as you feel your eyes stinging. This is no time to cry, you tell yourself as you haul yourself in front of the mirror to get ready. Be happy for Hobi.

And yet, the person that starts back at you had her hair a mess with stubborn stray tears already running down her cheeks. She looks tired and empty.

You’re a mess, (Y/N).

It took a while—definitely more than the twenty minutes you promised—but you arrived at the dorms with a fresh face after you spent some time concealing your sorry state. Seokjin welcomes you inside, telling you that you should have dinner with them while you're here and you barely had the energy in you to refuse.

It was then you headed to Hoseok’s room to start rummaging through his closet with him. The air between you is awkward with only the sound of his playlist in the background to fill in the silence. Perhaps, it's your fault, but Hoseok hasn't spoken up either.

C'mon, (Y/N). Say something.

"So—"

You and Hoseok freeze, eyes staring wide at one another as it processes in your heads what just happened.

Oh, damn. This is painful.

He laughs and yours follow suit, albeit small and sheepish. "You first," Hoseok, ever the gentleman, says. "What'd you want to say?"

“What look do you want to pull off?" You ask him, tucking stray hairs behind your ear. focusing yourself on the clothing pieces even as you fail at it miserably.

Hoseok runs his fingers through his hair as he laid out his plans for tomorrow. "Well, I was thinking of taking her to an interactive exhibit Joonie suggested," he tells you, "then maybe we'll hit some karaoke or something."

You hum, feigning to think for a moment, when in reality, you were spiralling down a path of imagining Hoseok with the girl. Undoubtedly, he'd be ooh-ing and aah-ing at the pieces, try every single intractable, and take tons of pictures. They'd have a grand time, and that makes your heartache run green with envy.

Right, you don't have the right to be jealous. You're here to help him pick his outfit.

"Well, I,uh," you clear your throat, parting the hangers in search of something. "I think the sweater you got last month looks go—”

“You're doing that thing."

Beside you, Hoseok's statement rings through your ears, making you freeze and turn his way. Heck, you didn't even realize he was next to you. In spite of your nervous disposition, you manage to pull yourself together. “Hm?” you ask, brows raised as you scratch the back of your neck. "What thing?"

Hoseok crosses his arms, his gaze practically burning a hole through you. “That thing where you avoid eye contact and play with your hair,” he says, trying to connect dots inside his head. "Something's in your mind."

Panic alarms go off in your head now that he pointed such things out. You keep both of your hands off nowhere near your hair and stare in between his brows to give off the impression you were looking at him. "What?" you half-heartedly scoff, as you finally found the sweater you were looking for. "Nothing's on my mind."

You lay out the sweater on his bed along with a pair of pants you thought would look good with them, fiddling with them to keep yourself busy.

"Now you're fumbling," he then claims, "so it's probably something you don't want me to know."

Why does he have to be right?

Movements pausing, the sigh you let out makes you close your eyes. "Let's just pick an outfit, okay?" You say exasperatedly with a smile, now openly sending the message that you wanted to end his prying then and there.

Hoseok gets the message, sighing as he sits on the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry," he then mumbles, hands fiddling with each other as a pout sets on his lips. He looks like a guilty child at the moment.

It's an awful thing to wish for, but a part of you hopes his date doesn't go well. That way, you can redeem that chance you missed. That way, you can properly move on from this if things don't end up going your way.

You gingerly reach forth to wipe his hair away from his forehead, in turn tilting his head up towards you. "I'm sorry, too," you tell him, "but there's… there's a right time for it. Just not now, okay?"

Hoseok nods after a while, his eyes seemingly now deep in thought, too. Damn, your wallowing is contagious, isn't it?

"C'mon, get up and try these on," you pep, trying to be more cheerful as you tug at his hands. (You try not to savor the feel of his touch)

The air turns somewhat softer, the awkwardness dying down as Hoseok slips into the combination you thought of. The sweater had a colorful little pattern—not too wild, but still fun—and the white button shirt that you had him peek out beneath it gave it a little bit of a classy flare. You had to spend a few seconds close to him as you popped the collar over his sweater, but you managed to remain sane.

He looks handsome—as usual, only now it takes your breath away even more.

You smile softly. "Looking good," you tell him, a little proud of yourself when he has a look of approval on his face as he looks at himself in the mirror.

Hoseok adjusts his pants as you soon reach to fix his shirt from behind. He takes this as an opportunity to speak. “Noona told me something…” he quietly starts, eyes flitting to you to watch your expression.

How unfortunate that you visibly freeze with your eyes going wide in panic. If it's Jiwoo, then there was a chance that it was nothing good. You couldn't tear your eyes away from him in the mirror, remembering what he said earlier about you. “What did she say?” you manage to ask, though you really dread to know.

Your best friend definitely doesn't make things easier for you, turning around to face you, which forces you directly under his gaze. “She said that,” he purses his lips, a little hesitant, “that you like me?”

The world stopped then and there for you.

God fucking damn it, Jiwoo!

“It’s nothing,” you said before you could even process it. Your eyes tear away from him as your instinct tells you to step back, get out, go home, and lock yourself away from the world.

A firm yet soft grip seizes you by the arms—it was Hoseok. "You’re lying,” he says, eyes still piercing you.

With your heart beating wildly against your chest, you were getting pretty prickly. “Well, how do you know?!” you snap, eyes still stubbornly looking away.

A stupid question really.

Hoseok watches as you're practically glaring at his desk. “I’m your best friend,” he tells you, eyes so soft and never losing patience. “Of course I’d know.”

Your skin reddens and heats under his touch, but your eyes nearly water. “It doesn’t matter, Hoseok,” you tell him—and yourself.

He frowns at the sad sureness in your voice. "Why?"

You finally take courage to take his wrists and ease your way out of his hold. “You have a date, remember? We have to get you re—”

Before you could take a step away from him, your best friend doesn't let on. His hand takes hold of your wrist. “What if I tell you the date actually depends on the situation at hand here?”

Shock befell you as you turn to him in surprise. “What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, brows furrowing as you head processes his words. Does he mean what you think he means?

Hoseok reaches forth, hand cupping your cheek and wiping something away—were you crying? “It means, (N/N),” he softly muses, as his lips quirk into a smile. “I like you and I’d like you to come on the date with me.”

You could hardly believe what was happening. "But… the date…"

"Is for us," Hoseok confirms as he threads his fingers together with yours. "That is if you say yes."

“Oh.”

The man has the audacity to chuckle at your dazed self. "Oh?” he muses, swinging your hands with his. “So,” he then says, “is it a date?”

Your heart beats faster for a different reason all together now that the butterflies ran amok in your belly. "Well,” you murmur, pursuing your lips. “I think I like you.”

Hoseok's grin grew wide at your shy glance towards him. "You only think so?" he then playfully pouts, "you're not sure?"

"Are you?" you sloppily retort—like a child, really.

"Yeah," he, instead, softly smiles as he takes the time to sit back down on the edge of the bed, which makes him look up at you standing before him. "I have been for the past three years."

This shocks you beyond all the initial shock he's put you through already. "What?"

All this time?

He hums in response, nodding as he stares at your hands joined together.

On the other hand, you're on a roller coaster of emotions.

A part of you feels happy, of course. This is your three-week long agony coming to an end—the lost chance no longer needing to be seized. He likes you.

And yet, guilt bubbles in the pit of your stomach. Jiwoo was right. You weren't aware of your surroundings. If those three weeks felt like hell for you, what more for him? Three years of longing for your stupid ass to notice and return his feelings?

Did he spend that time in between trying to get over you? Were those what the dates were for?

Did he spend some of his days wallowing and spiralling down a rabbit hole of what-ifs?

Did he spend moments thinking of a way to take his chance but fail in the end?

"(Y/N)?" he calls to you, worried what has you so deep in thought.

Knocked out of your stupor, you plop on the bed next to him with a sigh. "How did…" you mull over your words as you stare at his ceiling. "How did you know for sure that you liked me?"

Hoseok follows suit and stares at the ceiling with you as if you two were about to star gaze. "You know when I had a burnout so you planned a little getaway for us for a weekend?" he says, earning a hum from you. "I realized you're one of the few people I can show and trust my heart to. Life's just a whole lot better with you in it…"

You know how that feels.

Soon, his voice falls quiet—a little pained. "At some point, I thought to myself," he takes a deep breath. "Even if I'm not the one who gets to have her in the end, it'll be fine as long as she's in my life."

From the corner of your eyes, you could tell he turned his head over to you, and in spite of your hesitation, you turned to meet his eyes. "But then, noona's been pushing me lately, insisting you have feelings for me," he grins at this, "and it gave me a lot of hope to be honest."

Hoseok fully rested on his side at this point, head resting on his arm as he looms over you. "How about you?" He then quips, "When did it start?"

You go back to staring at the ceiling, cheeks flustering. "I had a dream…" you shyly confess, and in an instant, you could sense his mischief.

"Oh, yeah?” he muses like a gossiping hag, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “What about?"

You lightly slap his chest upon seeing him grin wolfishly. "It's not like that, stupid," you whine, as you, too rested on your side. You recounted your dream. "We were somewhere nice and it was romantic and everything. The sunset was pretty, and then…"

Your words and train of thought fades into nothing as you turn your head, realizing how little the distance between the both of you is, how beautiful Hoseok looks this close, and how serene everything feels.

"Then?" he prompts you to continue, smile growing wide with eagerness.

"Then, we…" your eyes flicker to his lips. You don't think you'd be able to finish your words at all.

He looks handsome, as always, but the distance that inches close between the both of you only makes your heart beat just a little bit faster. With the warm hues of the setting sun gracing over his features and the warmth of his presence over all, everything seemed to be in the very same wistful filter of the dream that lingers still at the back of your mind.

Everything was familiarly falling into place.

His hand reaches forth to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear.

Hoseok leans in, as your heart pounds.

This is it. This is your dream literally manifesting itself into reality.

How unfortunate that the kiss lands on your forehead. Well, that was anticlimactic.

Hoseok leans back, laughing lightly upon seeing your face. "Why are you pouting?" He teasingly questions as he lets the arm he was resting on fall. He's laying on his stomach, looking up at you like a puppy trying to make you melt.

"None of your business," you grumble, red as a tomato, as you lay on your back, which purposefully sets a distance between you both.

Your best friend—boyfriend?—simply laughs at your embarrassment as he scoots close and drapes an arm over your stomach. "C'mon now, (N/N)," he coos, cheek now resting against your shoulder. "You of all people would know that I'd like the first kiss to be perfectly romantic."

The blush across your cheeks reddens further at the promise of the real kiss. "Damn you."

Hoseok's laughter rings yet again as he cuddles you more in his arms.

You don't protest at all, of course. This moment opens the door for you to a version of your future with no regrets swallowing you whole, marking the moment where you, nor Hoseok, have to see each other in an unreachable lens of heartbreak. This moment is where your fantasies come to cross the threshold of reality.

You suppose you owe Jiwoo a thanks, after all.

𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 : @mwitsmejk @dreamamubarak

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Stars to my moon | chapter-7 |

Genre: Soulmateau! Idolau!Angst;fluff;drama;romance, polyamorousAu!

Pairing: ot7×f!OC

Summary: He took big strides, halting right in front of me as he bends to my eye level, causing me lean back a little. I could feel his breath fanning my face, looking into his eyes, I could see a storm of anger into them.

"We have been nothing but considerate of you and your feelings, while all you've given in return is rejection and cold shoulder since day one." He grits out.

when Selene's 22nd birthday doesn't go as she expected, her world turns upside down, making her resent her soulmates. Will she ever come to accept them in her life or will she continue to run away holding onto her past love?

Word count: 5.5k

Taglist: @effielumiere

Two days later, I find myself in front of their apartment again.

Not only because the distance from my soulmates was taking a toll on my body, but because I had reached a decision.

I ring the bell. Even after staying at this place for a week, I didn't know the passcode. But well, I didn't need to since I never went outside the dorm.

Brown eyes greet me as the door opens, but the usual steel-hard glare was missing. Instead, his eyes refused to let any emotion seep out as soon as he registered my face.

"Hi, I uh, can I come in?" I ask him, and he moves over in response.

As soon as I step into the apartment, I asked him, "Are Jin and Jimin here?"

"In their rooms," he replies shortly. I expected him to call them out, but he shifted to the kitchen, not sparing me another glance.

I scoff at his behavior, I still don't understand what his problem is. He is acting like I am the one who called him a bitch.

Rolling my eyes, I move to their bedrooms.

Even if I still don't like Taehyung, he did make me ponder on the words I said that night and the words he said to me. As much as I don't like that he called me a bitch, I think he was right about the other stuff.

I was not treating Jimin and Jin right. Not the way they deserved to be treated. Even after all of my cold attitude and snappy behavior, they cared for me, stood by me, and when Taehyung was insulting me, Jimin stuck up for me, even after I had just embarrassed him in front of his members. They didn't care about anything but my well-being.

Both the guys had been calling me several times these past two days, texting me- asking if I was alright and that they're sorry. When I had read that text, I laughed like a madwoman. What were they apologizing for? I was the one that did them wrong. I was the one who didn't give Jimin time to explain about the necklace. I was the one at fault for everything that had been going on in our friendship.

I knock at Jimin's door first. I owe him an apology the most.

"Come in!" he calls over from the other side.

I open the door, finding him- laying on the bed on his stomach, his face hidden in the pillow.

I move to sit on the bed beside him, his back facing me.

When I don't say something, he turns around, and as soon as his eyes see that it's me and not one of his members, he sits up straight.

"Selene!? What-"

"I came to apologize." I interrupt him.

"You don't need to." he comes closer to me.

"Yes, I do. I was blinded by my anger and guilt that day that I neglected your feelings. You were in no way wrong, and I couldn't see it, and I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry for the way I reacted not only that day but also for the whole week. I'm sorry for blaming you for my breakup, and I'm thankful. I'm thankful that you kept my necklace safe, you could have thrown it away, you were in no way obligated to keep it, especially when you weren't sure that it was mine. Thank you Park Jimin, for everything." I reach out and cover his hand with mine, not once meeting his eyes.

He slides his hand from mine, and for a second, I think he won't forgive me, he'll throw me out of his room but instead, he wraps his arms around me, making me freeze.

Alright, I was not expecting that.

"You don't need to thank me, Selene, we're connected on a much deeper level. We're connected by our souls, I will always take care of you." He murmurs in Korean, now that they know that I can understand their language, I'm sure, it's going to be a common occurrence.

When I don't hug him back he backs off, "I understand if you still don't accept us, I am fine with staying friends."

I shake my head, "No, I may not fully accept you just yet, but I'm willing to try. I'm ready to give this a chance." I promise him, and his face breaks into the brightest smile, eyes turning into crescent moons. I swear that was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

"I don't need anything else," He says, and I give his hand a squeeze.

"Well, I need to make another apology stop, but I should tell you since I accepted your offer of the apartment next door, I'll move into it tomorrow." saying this, I turn around- moving out of his room and towards Jin's.

I knock on the door, and not a second later, the door opens. An expression of surprise crosses the handsome face of my soulmate before he schools his features and his eyes start to assess me worryingly, "Are you ok?"

"I am okay, Jin." I smile, even after all I said to him that day, the first question he asks me is if I'm okay.

"Can I come in?" With my question as if he came back down to earth, he moves aside.

Stepping into his room, I turn back around to him as he closes the door.

"I called you," he comments. I know what he wants to know, what am I doing here if I didn't answer his calls or texts? And I wanted to, God help me, I wanted to, but I didn't know what to say to them. I didn't want to apologize on the phone, and I did not have the courage to come back here until now.

"I know," I reply softly, deciding to tell him the truth I begin, "After all I did, I didn't have the courage to face you again."

"Then why are you here again?"

"I- I wanted to apologize."

"I worried. What if something happen-" he stops mid-sentence, shaking his head. "I just got you, I can't lose you." he looks at me with so much intensity I could break right there.

"I'm sorry-"

"I don't want your sorry, Selene. I want you to not be reckless. I want you to stay. To take responsibility." he interrupts me.

"And I will. I am here to tell you that I will try to accept our fate. To accept you," Hearing my words, he freezes.

"Chin-ja?" he asks, and I nod.

"Thank you," he says. I shake my head.

"You don't need to thank me Jin, I need to thank you for taking care of me. And I apologize. For blaming you that day. For saying those words to you. You did not deserve them, and I'm sorry for that."

"It's okay. You were mad. Hurting. I'll gladly take any of your blows if it means sparing you of that hurt." Tears stung in the back of my eyes, hearing his words.

I lower my head, not wanting him to see me like that. But it's too late as I feel arms wound around my body. And with that hug, I let all of the past frustration, anger, and hurt go. I didn't want my past shadowing my future now. Now that I have finally decided to give them a chance, I didn't want anything to get in between it.

But as I said before, declining my prayers and requests must be the favorite pastime of the Universe.

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I don't move from my spot even as my tears dry. The solace of his arms was like when the warm sunlight embraces you after a cold night. Jin doesn't move back as well, knowing I needed the comfort.

Tipping my head back to look into his eyes, wanting to thank him for his kindness, but as he matched my gaze, my mind goes blank. Just as several times before, I get lost in the ocean of his eyes. They always had this little thing about them, like as they meet my eyes; they shine a little brighter as if the whole universe can be seen in them.

I didn't know if it was the heat of the moment or the pull of our souls, but we slowly started to lean in, my gaze now on his lips. I could feel my heartbeat rising by the second, yet I could do nothing to slow it. My mind only had one thing playing, and that was Jin. His sweet vanilla scent. The warmth of his touch.

I look back into his eyes which were still fixed on my lips, but as if he could sense my calling, he looks up into mine. Asking the question, I, myself didn't have an answer to.

The knocking on the door interrupts us before I could grant him the permission.

Although Jin doesn't move back, still holding me in place, he asks, "Who is it?"

"Hyung, I'm sorry to interrupt but is Selene in there?" Namjoon calls over from the other side of the door.

"Yes, You need something?" He asks back.

"Uh, I needed to talk to her. Do you think I can borrow her for a second?"

"Wait," Jin tells him before looking at me, "You want to talk?"

"Sure, I'll see what he needs," I say, stepping back from his embrace.

He nods, as he moves to open the door. "Are you hungry? Did you eat anything?"

"Uh, A little? I didn't have breakfast,"

"Why? you should not skip breakfast, it's the most important meal of the day!" He scolds me.

"I just wasn't feeling very well," I shrug. It was just a little soul-sickness since I went without any contact with my soulmates for two days straight. I consulted the doctor, Mr. Choi because I was sure it wasn't supposed to take effect that quickly, he told me since I had more than one soulmate, being distant from all of them at the same time caused the soul-sickness so quickly.

But guess telling him about me being unwell was a big mistake because faster than light, he was by my side after opening the door; startling Namjoon with his worry, checking me for any signs of sickness.

"Why? what happened?"

"Nothing, it was just because of the distance, now I'm good. Thanks to you," his ears turn red at the mention of our almost kiss.

"What? what?" Namjoon asks from the door.

"Nothing. You wanted to talk?" I change the topic.

"Oh, um, yeah. Can you come with me?"

"Sure." I turned to Jin, "I'll catch you later."

"I'll make you something," he says, and I nod.

Turning to Namjoon, he leads me out the door. But my mind is still in the room, with Jin. I'm not sure if I wanted that kiss to happen just yet, but I couldn't fight against the pull as well, which was only heightened by our touch. Had Namjoon not interrupted us, I'm sure we would have sealed our bond, and completed it.

I just decided to give them a chance, give us a chance. I didn't want to go so fast. I want things to happen at their time not rush them. And I'm sure Jin would agree.

Lost in my thought, I didn't register when we're out on the balcony. I look over at Namjoon, only to find him already looking at me expectantly.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying?" I sheepishly ask.

"Please don't take me otherwise, but I have a theory, or maybe would be a better word,"

"Okay... What is it?"

"I think you're my soulmate." He says, and my breath gets caught in my throat. What!!?

When I don't say anything, he holds his hand out, asking for my hand. But how, I already have three soulmates, and that is as far as the soulmate groups have gone. There had not been a case of the same person having more than three soulmates. So how can he be mine, right? And even if for a second I pretend that he is one of my soulmates, how will I juggle between four soulmates? Three was already too much.

And Namjoon, he has kinda taken the role of my friend ever since I got here. Knowing my past and even going as far as to hide it from his brothers, endangering his own friendship with them. If he is willing to accept me still, maybe I should too.

"Are you sure?" I ask him hesitantly.

He starts to lower his hand, a dejected look settling over his eyes.

Fuck it!

Maybe him being my soulmate wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. I only have to gain. I reach out and hold his hand, which was a lot bigger than mine but, somehow it molded into his perfectly. And then I feel it, my first ever link of souls where I'm aware of it actually happening. I don't need to look at his finger to see the star sitting on it, I don't need him to tell me that he's my soulmate. I can feel it, and looking into his eyes, I know he can too.

A dimpled smile takes over his features as he looks at our joined hands. I look over at them too. And with the slowest of movements, he moves his hand and intertwines our fingers. The touch was torturously intense that I could feel my heart fighting to stay inside my rib cage, butterflies dancing inside my stomach.

The heat of his eyes was too much for me to handle but at the same time, all strength to move them had left my body. I didn't know what was happening. At this moment, only we mattered. Together. As I said before, gaining him as a soulmate wouldn't be so bad. Not bad at all.

The pull between our souls, working harder than ever. Lost in our own little world, we didn't know which one of us crossed the distance between our bodies, but right now, there wasn't much of it left. One more step and I would be flush against him. I had to crane my neck to look up at him, his eyes shining so brightly as if stars in a night sky.

"Selene, food is ready!" Jin's voice booms over. Startling us, causing us to fling away from each other. I pat down my hair consciously. I know there was nothing wrong with them; I just needed something to do with my hands.

As Jin comes into view, he sends us a questioning gaze, "Why are you smiling?"

Hearing him, my hands automatically reach up to touch my face, and sure enough, I was smiling. I didn't even realize!

He looks over at Namjoon, who all but shows him his ring finger in response, causing the elder to freeze in his spot.

"What the-!??"

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"Mmm...uau! I don't think I'll ever be tired of your cooking. It is soo good!" I comment. Mouth full of the delicious stew he cooked. Honestly, if he wasn't a singer, he could have been a chef.

"Gomawo. I can cook you whatever you want." Jin offers with a smile.

"Careful, I might take you up on that offer." I tease with a pointing look.

"You are welcome to." He replies from across me with Jungkook and Hoseok sitting on both sides while Jimin and Namjoon take up the space on my sides and Taehyung sits beside Namjoon. Yoongi isn't home; he really is missing out on some good food.

When Jin saw the mark on Namjoon's finger, he was surprisingly cool with it, even happy: dare I say. Jimin and Taehyung don't know about it yet, but something tells me Jimin might have a similar reaction to Jin, and well, I don't know Taehyung enough to be predicting his reaction.

"Yah! Namjoon-ah, don't you have something to tell?" Jin says suddenly, catching me off guard. Is telling them while eating a good idea? I don't want to be presumptuous, but I mean, what if they don't like it? I hope they don't leave the table.

"Hmm..." Namjoon voices out, trying to chew faster so he could tell. "Guess I wasn't wrong." he displays his finger again with a shit-eating grin on his face. Wait, wasn't wrong? Did he tell them already?

"What do you mean?" I ask, my eyebrows shifting into a frown as I turn to him. But he isn't the one answering my question.

"Namjoon hyung told us yesterday that he had a hunch you might be his soulmate too. He was telling us before to see if we had a problem if you were," Jimin reveals.

"And what did you say?" my eyebrow raised.

He leans in closer to me as if sharing a secret that is meant to stay between us only, and whispers, "I'll tell later," and he winks.

Uhh... alright...? I look away from him trying not to blush.

I turn back to Namjoon, "How did you even know, though?"

His eyes glaze over to me, "Are you telling me that you didn't feel it? You didn't feel the pull whenever you were near me? Because I did, and at first, I was so confused because I thought it was attraction. But how could I be attracted to my brother's soulmate? However, later after some research, I got to know that it might be a sign of soulmates." he shrugs.

He is asking me if I felt the pull, and to be honest, I did. But I didn't dwell on it as he did. I just shrugged it off since it wasn't something I felt with him only. I felt that way when I was with any of the seven.

Wait. a. damn. fucking. Second.

Does that mean what I think it does? Are all of them my soulmate? Do they know that I am their soulmate? Should I ask? No. that would be too weird, and I'm not ready to make any more connections. The doctor said my three connections were the reason for the early sickness, and I just connected with Namjoon. But they have been waiting too long for their soulmate. Is it fair to keep it from them when I know? How should I approach the subject? Or do I just go all in and rip the band-aid off?

We quietly finish our dinner, the boys wanted me to stay the night since I just connected with Namjoon, and we need proximity and body contact.

"Guys, If I am going to move to the next apartment tomorrow, I need to go back and get everything ready." I counter their requests.

"you don't have to do that. We can take care of your moving." Namjoon states.

"And you fell ill yesterday. I don't want that again. You are going to stay here, and that's final." Jin speaks in a final tone, leaving no room for argument. Still, I try.

"But there's no room; where would I sleep even if I stay." I shrug.

"One of us can bunk with another. You can have that room." Namjoon offers.

"I can't let you guys do that. You should sleep in your own bed." I begin.

"It's alright, Selene. Really. Some of us sneak into each other's room all the time anyway." He assures me, and I sigh. Guess there's no out now.

"A La Mierda, Alright," I reconcile, and they break into cheers as if they won a lottery and not got me to stay the night.

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I toss and turn, but it's as if my mind doesn't know the concept of sleep. The realization of today has my mind running at full speed. How could I have missed it? I had felt the pull towards all of them, yet even while it was so obvious, I had failed to understand it.

I have seven soulmates, and I can't digest that fact. I was worried about juggling three soulmates. It turns out that would have been much easier than juggling seven. Or maybe, I’m wrong, maybe I’m thinking too much about this.

Sighing, I get up and move out of the room.

As the boys promised, I was staying in Jin's room while he was bunking with Jungkook. The latter obviously had no problem with it.

I go to the kitchen to fetch a bottle of water and make my way towards the balcony. If I can't sleep, at least I'll gaze at the stars. But as I slide the balcony door, I see that I am not the only one awake at this hour of the night.

"Hey, trouble sleeping?"

He looks up from the book in his hand and looks up at me, "Hi, kinda." he shrugs. "What are you doing up?"

"Can't sleep." I take a seat beside him, offering him the bottle of water. He shakes his head in refusal.

"What are you reading?" I ask, wanting to get my mind off things.

"Almond by Won-Pyung Sohn. Do you read?"

"No. Never tried." I answer, and he nods as silence follows.

I gaze up at the night sky, trying to find comfort in the constellations.

"You have completed your bachelor's, right?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Any future plans?" he asks and I tell him all about how I decided to do my masters here at Seoul university.

"Oh? what will you be mastering in?" His eyes meet mine.

"Astronomy. I love the space and secrets in its vastness." I shrug.

"Wow, You always had an interest in it, or is it newfound?"

"I've always found it interesting. My mom used to look up at the stars whenever she remembered her soulmate. So I started finding comfort in it too."

He nods, "You know, You don't look Spanish."

"Because I'm not," I tell him deadpan.

"Huh?" he tilts his head in confusion.

"Yeah, I'm adopted. I am originally from India. My mother adopted me when I was just a baby."

"Oh."

"Hmm."

We both get back to our respective hobbies. My mind, once again racing with hypothetical questions.

How will they react when they find out?

What if they don't want to share me with others?

What if I become the reason for them drifting apart?

"You good, Selene? What are you thinking?" the question pulls me out of my thoughts.

"Huh?"

"You're gripping the chair a little too hard, and your leg is bouncing. You're anxious. Why?" I stop bouncing my leg and look down at my hand, which had turned white from the hard grip. I lose my grip.

Should I tell him? He has proven himself, and he might give me an insight into how the boys might react.

I take a deep breath, ready to bear my mind to him and open my mouth but close it again.

I don't know how to word what's going on inside my head.

"What is it, Selene? Tell me. Maybe I might help?" He looks at me with concern.

"Okay," I nod. "You asked me at the dinner table if I felt the pull towards you, and the answer is yes."

"Okay...why does it trouble you?"

"That is the thing. I felt that way with all of you. The pull, I felt it whenever I was near any of you." I say, and his face gets morphed into one of confusion.

"Wha- What do you mean?" he asks.

"I think all of you are my soulmates." There. I said it.

I try to interpret his expressions. My connected soulmate goes into the mode of realization as if he had missed something obvious.

"Oh shit!" He says as he looks over at the horizon, thinking.

I fidget with my fingers, waiting for him to step out of his mind.

"How do you think they'll react to this if they find out?"

Namjoon clears his throat, "I think Jungkookie will be happy, though I cannot say about the other two. Yoongi-hyung was waiting for his soulmate as well, but I don't how he will react when he finds out he'll have to share them with all his members."

I nod, mulling over his words. I was the most afraid of his reaction. I have had the least interaction with him. What if he would want nothing to do with me?

"Well, I do have one question I had been pondering over the whole day." he voices out, catching my attention.

"What is it?" I match his gaze.

"Just a couple of days ago, you were cursing out your soulmates for getting between you and your ex-boyfriend. What happened that you are so willing to accept them now?" I smile.

"My mother. That's what happened."

"She convinced you to give us a chance?" he asks.

I chuckle, "No, nothing is that simple with her."

I was scrolling through my Instagram when my mother's name pops up on the screen. I accept the call.

"Hi, mama. How are you?" I say into the receiver.

"I should be asking you that. How's my baby?"

"I'm good, mama. All better."

"And how are your soulmates?"

"I don't know. I came back."

"Why? Do you want to get sick again? Do you not care about me at all? let alone yourself?"

"They lied to me, mama. They had my necklace all this while, and not once they thought to give it back. And then one of their members steps up, curses me out, and announces that I am his soulmate."

"What? Another one?"

"Yeah, I can't deal with them anymore. I tried because you said so. I will go there tomorrow to seal my bond and then move on with my life."

I hear her take a deep breath on the other end before she speaks,

"Mi Hija, these are your soulmates we are talking about, not a crush."

"I know, Ma-"

"No, listen here, young lady, and do not interrupt. I had been where you are, I never wished for a soulmate. I didn't believe in love. But he wore me down, and when I finally did allow him in my life, made a place for him in it, did I know what it was to really live. I thought I was happy alone, but he was the one who showed me what true happiness was. He brought colors into my life and took them back when he left. For two years, Selene. It took him two years to get my yes, but when I look back at that time, I see nothing but the two more years I could have been happy with him. I wish I could go back and change the past. I would never show him any attitude or reject him to his face. That was the time I regret the most and, you will too because you guys are destined to be together, maybe you can push it but, you can't erase what is written. Whether now, or later it will inevitably happen. So, do not waste the time you have with them, Sel. You don't know what might happen tomorrow. I know it's cringe but Seize the day, my baby. Do not give yourself a chance to regret the decisions you make now, in the future."

By the time my mother finished her speech, tears were running down my face. I never knew their story went like this. I only knew from when they actually started dating.

"Give them a chance, Sel. You will know why they are your other halves. Open your heart for them, and you will feel that's where they belonged."

Maybe she is right; the boys have been nothing but good to me since the start, always taking care of my needs. Even when Taehyung snapped at me, Jimin stood up for me. Giving them a chance might not be the end of the world.

With the smallest voice, I choke out an Okay.

"Take care, baby." She cuts the call.

"With the whole day of pondering over her words, I came to the decision of giving us a chance. But how will things go when there are seven of you and only one me?"

"Firstly, I would like to thank you for giving us this chance. I promise you none of us will let you down. And I don't know, if the universe has arranged this cluster, it will show us the path too. We just need to let things happen. We are destined for one another, but that doesn't mean it won't take effort. I am willing to give this relationship my hundred percent." He finishes with a promise.

I smile, "Me too. As my mother said, I don't want any regrets."

He laughs as he covers my hand with his. Intertwining our fingers, he says, "No regrets."

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"Can you pass me the ladle?" Jin asks, adding the spices to his fried rice.

"A second," I reply. Washing my hands, I pass the ladle to him.

"So, is this your specialty dish?" I ask him.

Jin and I are making breakfast, while the other members are still sleeping. After my talk with Namjoon last night, I had finally gotten some sleep. But not for long. I was awake before the sun came up, and when I heard the sound of footsteps passing my room, I went out to see Jin was getting ready to make breakfast, and since I didn't have much to do and wanted to get my mind off things, I decided to help him.

"Yeah, kinda."

I hum as I watch him working in the kitchen, sauntering around to get the things he needs. Granted, I said I'll help him but watching him cook is much more fun and captivating.

"We should wake the others; it'll be ready soon," he says as he smells the dish. I move forward to do the same, and heaven's angels; the rice smells so good, and water starts pooling in my mouth.

I turn to him, praises on my tongue, but as I open my mouth to spew them out, he sticks a spoon in my mouth, letting me taste the magic of his cooking.

I moan at the rich taste of the dish.

"Mmm... How are you not a chef? So good."

"Because I'm a better singer than a Chef." He says, winking, and I laugh.

"No doubt there, sir."

We're both laughing when suddenly a soft voice startles us, "Hyung!" making us spring apart from each other. I'm not sure either of us realized closing our distance. The pull of souls is stronger than ever. Perhaps because I'm not trying to fight against it.

I turn around to see Taehyung with his usually impassive face as he shifts into the kitchen to wish his hyung good morning and goes back out to the living room; without even sparing me a glance.

When I look back at Jin, he gives me a look but doesn't say anything.

Soon enough, all the boys start to come in, piling into their seats. Jin and I take our seats as well.

As soon as I sit, Jimin's head is on my shoulder from my other side.

"Uh, what are you doing?" I ask him with a little smile on my face.

"I'm sleepy." He mumbles and continues to sleep on my shoulder.

I shake my head, "You need to eat."

"Two minutes." He says, getting comfy.

"Alright." I look around the table, not seeing yoongi.

"Where's Yoongi?" I question.

"He came back late, Still sleeping," Namjoon replies.

"He should eat but." I counter.

"He will after he wakes up. He doesn't like anyone disturbing his sleep." He says, and I sigh. He's right. I shouldn't disturb his sleep; I don't have any right. Not one they are aware of anyway.

The breakfast goes smooth after that. Three of my connected soulmates shower me with attention while the fourth maintains his impassive face while looking at our exchange.

"Here" I extend my hand to him.

"What!?" he looks at my hand and then my face with big eyes and cheeks full of rice.

I try not to smile and with a straight face mumble, "I don't want us to fall sick. So, please hold my hand"

after taking his hand in mine, I turn back my attention to my other soulmates.

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"Hey, don't touch it!" I slap Jimin's hand away, taking the notebook myself and packing it in the box labeled important.

As the boys promised, they asked their manager to help me get my stuff moved, and Jimin being Jimin, decided to come with me.

We pack my stuff as the movers their manager hired; take the packed boxes to the vehicle. I didn't know we could hire people to move our stuff. It's great. In fact, I didn't need to come here at all. They could have packed my stuff as well while I chilled in the dorm, but I insisted on coming and doing it myself. I am not fond of it when other people touch my stuff.

"Why didn't you tell us you can understand Korean?" Jimin asks, taping the boxes that have already been stuffed. He wanted a job, and since I didn't want him touching my stuff, I got him to pack the boxes.

"I think it's pretty obvious why I didn't tell you," I put the last of my stuff away. Since I didn't come here with much of it, packing didn't take much time either. It was the furniture and the other things I bought here that needed a hand.

"I don't know. You tell me." Jimin contradicts.

Sighing, I look at him, "I didn't want you to know because I didn't trust you. I wanted you to talk freely in front of me to your friends and see what you thought. I wanted to see behind the mask you guys would put on for me. Now you know. Happy?"

"Aani. No. I can understand it, but it still hurts, so no, I'm not happy. But I'm glad that I know it." He says with a pout. The urge to kiss that pout is too strong, but we're not there yet, and I know it's the pull more than my own inner affection. That's how it works. The pull between the bonds works hard to turn the connected bonds into sealed bonds, but I won't let it get in between our paces. If we do take a step forward, that would be because we wanted to, not because of the pull.

I step back into the living room after checking if there is anything left to pack, as Jimin finishes taping the last box. He looks up, spotting me, "You know, Rapmon-Hyung has the same plant. His is bigger than yours, though."

I look down at the Bonsai plant in my arms. "Huh? Guess we do have something in common."

We leave the place to step into my new life, literally and figuratively. I don't give back the key, though. I had paid a year's rent, and I will keep it till then. If I needed an escape from my seven soulmates, I think I should have a place for it.

Jimin and I talk the rest of the way. He thanks me again for giving them a chance and shares some stories of their debut days.

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borahaerhy · 2 years

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Coming Soon...

Fuckboy!Namjoon x Demi!Chubby!Tall Girl!Reader

FIC PUBLISHED HERE!

Summary: The second semester of your sophomore year in college has started and there are only two people in your creative writing class that have published works: You, and Kim Namjoon; a pretentious know-it-all that just so happens to be in the same frat as your best friend.

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, College! au, eventual smut

Chubby reader fics are few and far in between, and I feel like it's even harder to find tall girl fic, and I personally have never been able to find a fic where the reader was Demisexual*, so I thought I'd throw it all together into one badass MC for you guys! I also feel like a lot of chubby reader fics are mostly just them getting bullied, which is a harsh reality, but for this fic, MC's weight is not something she often gets looked down upon for. Someone might bring it up once or twice, but in general, people that have a problem with her size just don't talk to her lol. I still don't know if this is going to be a oneshot or a mini series, but if it is a oneshot she's going to be a LOOONG one.

Lmk if you want to be tagged :))

*Demisexuality is a sexual orientation in which a person feels sexually attracted to someone only after they've developed a close emotional bond with them. Forming a bond doesn't guarantee a person will feel a sexual attraction, but the bond is needed before sexual activity is even possible.

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chemicalpink · 2 years

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Tennis Court ᨒ jhs

ᨒ Staff: Jung Hoseok

ᨒ Accommodation: Suite

ᨒ Pairing: reader x tennis coach!jung hoseok

ᨒ Word Count: 1.3k

ᨒ Genre: smut, friends to lovers

ᨒ Rating: 18+

ᨒ Warnings: exhibitionism, name-calling, slight degradation, light manhandling, protected sex, dirty talk.

ᨒ Summary: If only the tennis coach wasn’t as good looking as he was, you would have probably not needed to crawl your way into his p̶a̶n̶t̶s̶ heart.

ᨒ A/N: I am well aware this is not actually how tennis attire works but for the sake of fanfiction let’s pretend it does.

Bangtan Resort Masterlist

You can’t help but do a double take in the mirror inside the locker room before you decide to exit it. The sun is barely shining up in the sky, its warmth slowly but surely melting away the cold night breeze. The skirt’s fabric is somewhat uncomfortable in between your legs, and you’d surely blush if it all wasn’t some part of quite an elaborate plan.

Classes with Hoseok were always a treat, the man could keep a smiling front for more than an hour straight. And mean every single second of it. Not to even begin with the absolutely sexy way he moved inside the court, the unholy grunts and shouts he let out while playing that had your mind wandering off elsewhere. It was easy to fall for the man, even easier assuring yourself a spot on his friendship list; working your way towards being his preferred training partner was more a mix of overtime solo training and making sure you’d wake up at ungodly hours. But you had managed just fine.

Hoseok’s first class of the day wouldn’t arrive until past 7:30, which left you a good 45 minutes to work your plan to perfection.

“I was starting to think you wouldn’t make it!” his voice is subdued by the noise of his tennis ball hitting the wall behind him with practised ease.

You’re quick to throw an award winning smile his way “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Hobi”

“Three out of five?” You’re still quite unceremoniously staring at him when the ball hits your side of the court, leaving you no room to react properly, which makes the man let out an endeared laugh “That makes it one out of three, Y/N! You better keep up!”

You don’t allow the fact that he is quick to gain advantage against you deter you from the single goal you had in mind for the day. Not the three to two in the game, nor the way you’re completely replaced inside the court for his morning class, leaving you to wait for almost an hour by the sidelines. You’re quick to make your time worth it as you freshen up yourself, making sure your skirt is pulled up just a tad shorter, bouncy and flowy with each step you take– you’re almost sure anyone would be able to see under the fabric without much fight. Especially Hoseok.

The man is perched around the water fountain, racket around his feet as you approach him, making sure to add an extra bounce on your step. And if he has to rasp his throat a few times, in a futile attempt to hide the way you could clearly see his dick twitch inside his training shorts, you can’t help but smile at the sight. “Y-Y/N! I thought you had- uhm, left for the day?”

“Oh I just thought it would be nice to hang around, I don’t get to do it much” you don’t miss the way his eyes roam your body as you position yourself to fit in front of him, having to squeeze in between his body and the counter, to which he doesn’t quite move an inch, your barely covered ass pressing against the front of his pants, his lips too close to your ear as you make sure to press back, earning a soft grunt from him, his hands landing on your hips as you feel him harden against you.

“I thought I was seeing things when we were playing and I saw nothing under your skirt” his hand is quick to find its way under the piece of clothing, a refreshing contrast to the way you seem to run hot when around him “All of this- just for me?”

“Want to go back to my suite?”

“I should just bend you over here, let everyone see what you’ve been strutting around since so early in the morning” he tsks “Such a slut, Y/N, such a charade you pull off for your tennis instructor”

“Ah- yours only”

“Oh so you’re my slut” He makes a content sound in the back of his throat, amused even. “Let’s see if you live up to the title, lead the way, Y/N”

Hoseok is playful while walking down the hall into the tennis court, quick to let himself be guided towards your suite. He’s unable to keep his hands to himself, making sure to leave no room to faltering kisses planted on your lips the further you walk into the secluded area. He even makes sure to slap your butt once for good measure as you open the door for both of you. His mouth is on yours the second you close the door, calloused fingers slipping down the fabric until they rest on your ass, maneuvering you so your weight is on him in a second, legs wrapped around his hips as he walks the both of you towards the bed.

“God you have no idea how much I’ve waited for this” he leaves rushed kisses along the expanse of your neck as his hands fiddle with the hem of your shirt, pulling it off your body “Had you said something before, we could have been doing this so much sooner”

Your own hands make sure to dispose him of his own clothes, nails trailing down his toned body, breaths entangled with each other as you bring him down to keep on kissing, lips moulded to each other, one of his hands comes in between your legs to play with your already dripping folds, teasing for a few seconds before he inserts two fingers, making sure to pump them to a rhythm not so strayed to the way your mouths kept on moving together.

“O-oh I really- god I really need you inside me” one of your hands comes in between your bodies to stroke him from the confines of his own boxers, hardened length throbbing in your palm as he lets out a shivered breath.

“Such a slut for me, Y/N” Hoseok makes a quick work out of his underwear, your eyes don’t even catch the way that he’s already rolling a condom down his length and lining it up to your entrance “Were you this wet for hours? Was this your plan all along? Having me fall for such a tight pussy, huh? Think that would keep me around?”

Your mind is hazy at the way the whole bed rocks with your body, each thrust of his slowed yet deep as he moves with practised ease and grace, one which you would always admire and left to wonder about while watching him play. The sun filters down in between the blinds, soft warm glow hitting the back of Hoseok’s head in a way that lets you admire his caramel skin, the way that his whole body seems to fit perfectly above you, the room filled with moans and lewd sounds as he speeds up his pace, face buried in your neck, your nails tracing his back as you feel yourself tightening around him, a shuddered breath of his as he fills up the condom, making a quick motion to detangle himself so he can tie it up and throw it blindly on the obviously-placed bin.

Your voice is small as you watch him collecting his clothes “Aren’t you staying?”

“As much as I’d love to-” as if on cue, his phone starts ringing from somewhere on the floor “...that’s my 1pm class, but I’ll be back with dinner, alright?”

He’s fully dressed as you feel your eyes dropping, a chaste kiss on your lips and you can’t help but continue to feel butterflies inside your belly– you know him to be a man of his word and summer is just getting started.

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dde719 · 1 year

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Putting this here as a reminder for me to work on eventually... Sope x reader oneshot based the song. "The Beast and the Harlot" by Avenged Sevenfold

*the idea just came to me rn, no I don't have any deets yet.*

#bts fanfic #bts yoongi #bts hobi #sope #sope x reader #sope au #sope x yn #yoongi #jhope

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jboofan · 2 years

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There's something wrong with Manager Kim Part 16

Crazy Rich Asians

The house was empty without YN. A single lamp had been left on in the living room, and a note beside it explaining she had stepped out with Jin.

The kitchen was spotless back to the way she had always kept it in his absence, the remnants of last night's food neatly placed in the recycling ready to be dumped.

Who knew the woman that was the bane of his life was such a domestic goddess?

With last night's events still on his mind, he worried that because of what had taken place she would suddenly want commitment. Like real commitment. Not the fake let's pretend whilst we are married shit.

Paranoia getting the better of him, he wondered if she had changed her mind and gone to sleep in the guest room. He still snuck his head around the door; the bed had been neatly made and more importantly it hadn't appeared to have been slept in.

Did that mean she ended up sleeping in their bedroom last night?

Conflicted, he asked himself why he hadn't simply gotten up once she fell asleep to go sleep in the spare room.

There was no sign that she had been in the room, her lack of presence suddenly hung heavily in the air. He stood, saddened about how the place would be when she left.

This is fake. How do I stop myself from thinking it's not? He sighed.

No sooner had he realised this, had he thought what would happen when they faced each other.

Would they act normal around each other? Act like nothing happened? Or would they be adults and discuss it?

Yoongi shook his head, dragged his tired body across the giant landing back to the master bedroom, where he unceremoniously flopped back onto the bed.

He took a deep breath, and as soon as he recognised her scent on her pillow, his resolve was shook again.

"Get a grip man," he groaned, moving to her side of the bed and willing himself to fall asleep on her pillow.

YN opened the heavy door and was greeted by the sight of a damp haired Yoongi coming down the stairs.

"You're up," she managed, dropping her keys on the coffee table.

"Hmm," he managed, as he took in her outfit.

Not bad..least she had covered up those beautiful legs and chosen one of his hoodies.

How did she manage to steal his clothes without his knowledge?

Yoongi wasn't sure how to greet her. His fake wife she was, his lover she wasn't, but definitely a one night stand.

How do you do that with your pretend wife and it not be awkward after??

Jin watched YN's harmless behaviour; the way she walked around the house like it was her own, but more fascinating was watching the way in which Yoongi seemed so open to her.

Both seemed to forget he was even there, as they shared a glance, slightly awkward but he put that down to the whole we're fake husband and wife.

Yoongi and YN's gaze connected, but she broke it as soon as she continued for the kitchen. Jin watched as Yoongi continued to gaze at her, mustering up enough heat to make corn pop. The space between them seemed to sizzle, and his poor sister was completely oblivious to it.

"YN, what did you wanna talk about?" Jin asked as he rolled his eyes at cheesy Yoongi and took the fresh coffee.

"No news broke of our wedding so I thought it was safe to come out for a coffee, but on the way there," she shook her head, "I thought," YN tried to remember her train of thought, the strange car, but couldn't recall. "I swear there was something else."

"Wanna stay for breakfast hyung?" Yoongi threw his damp hair towel at YN's head before reaching for the frying pan.

"I'll leave you two to it. I reckon he found a way to make sure it didn't. Maybe just stay home for a bit, at least don't go out on your own."

"I'm gonna take her out in a bit," Yoongi cracked some eggs, "she won't be alone."

"Good, good," Jin gulped the rest of the coffee, "right I'll speak to you later."

YN watched Yoongi as he whipped up some eggs and finally looked over at her.

"Stealing my hoodies again Princess?" he held her by the waist as his body moved towards hers, to get to the fridge.

Making a woman breakfast in the morning was a sure fire way to get some more sex and now he'd begun to develop a taste for it.

Yoongi nudged her nose before kissing her. He couldn't help it. She tasted like fresh coffee, and he wanted more; he could feel the heat simmering below the surface of his skin and touching her was just what he needed.

At first YN melted into him, and she seemed to let him kiss her again. But then as he turned her to lean comfortably against the worktop, perhaps even pull her back up the stairs to bed for round god-knows-which she resisted.

Yoongi felt YN pull away from him, and he didn't know if he was relieved, thankful, disappointed or angry.

Her lips appeared swollen and wet, a pink blush to her cheeks but a wholly blank look upon her face.

This wasn't YN. This was Chairman Bang YN.

She cleared her throat, and gave him a smile but he couldn't feel the warmth from it. Yoongi was sure she couldn't feel it either.

"Last night was great. I had a really nice time."

Yoongi couldn't believe it. Did she just use a guy's line on him.

His line?

He read between the lines, and it was stark news. Thanks for the fumble, but it's back to business now.

Which left him with his Deagu mumble and a quick, "Sure, um, me too," which didn't even scratch the surface of how great, how connected and deep it felt to have had her last night.

But Yoongi was a ladies man. A self confessed playboy by the media and he wasn't going to let something as small as feelings get in the way of his pride. He was well versed. He'd been playing this game for years, and if it was an Olympic sport he would be a gold medalist.

He cleared his throat, moved past her for a plate and carefully placed the scrambled eggs onto it.

"Have something to eat, I wanna take a drive later and there is a place I wanted to go to eat."

"So you weren't just saying that to Seokijin to make him think you'd be here with me?" she wasn't expecting him to really mean it. She'd actually hoped to go back to work.

"Well," he told her grabbing her hand as it forked eggs into his mouth instead of into her own, "I say what I mean. And I mean what I say."

This time she scoffed. "Yeah well, just cos you married me, doesn't mean you've changed. You say what you want, when you want if it gets you what you want. That ain't never gonna change Min Yoongi."

She threw the now damp towel back on his face, pouring them both a cup of coffee as though she did it every day.

The sadness of knowing this was all fictional also reminded her that there was no expectation of anything lasting. And knowing there was nothing lasting here between them made her refuse to get sucked into the vortex that is the Min Yoongi Experience.

Sex was sex. It was not love, but to her, a chemical imbalance that often led to physical weakness. The glittering prize of the Vice Presidency was what she wanted; she did not want to weaken herself, or fuck her way to the top in the process.

No, she needed to stay the fuck away from Yoongi. Not fuck him.

Yoongi gulped back the rejection and headed back up the stairs.

"Guess I'll go get changed then," he asked rhetorically, wanting to see what she would say to stop them falling into bed, but when she simply shrugged and stared at her phone uninterested he felt he got his answer.

Sick of looking at her phone or out the window YN finally turned to Yoongi with a huff.

"Ok, so I've sat here for nearly two hours and I'm getting hungry. How far are we from this mysterious restaurant, and can you just drop me off at the nearest 7 Eleven or Mcdonald?"

Yoongi gave a look of distaste.

"I forget you're an American sometimes."

"I'm some dumb foreigner remember?"

"Damn, you still remember that?" he sucked in air, as he recalled tapping the steering wheel.

"I never forget anything. You made my life a misery Miserable Min Yoongi."

"Ha! I did no such thing!"

"Really? You sure are forgetful aren't you?"

She cleared her throat, and he knew she was going to lay into him as she recounted various dumb things he had made her do.

"You were my manager. If I didn't think you were capable, I wouldn't have asked you to do half of those things! Besides," he said, trying to justify why he would make her get his coffee always several blocks away from the TV studios, "I was just trying to keep you away from all those prying eyes. They see a young woman and they would tried to take advantage."

"Like you marrying me isn't giving you any sort of advantage?" she questioned.

He pulled up.

"What does that mean?"

"You said that it would get your parents off your back, but your parents are no way as bad as mine. My mother anyway. I stand to lose so much, but you? You'd simply be seen as the guy that married the head of HYBE."

"Maybe I'll sell my story in the next few years when I'm down on luck and money. The guy that married YN and lived to tell the tale. Besides," he reminded her every chance he got, "I have money, which you need to live."

YN refused to bite the bait. He was pressing her buttons and she was getting angry from the lack of food.

"Should have married Hoseok. He's got more money than you apparently."

She smiled. Two can play this game.

"Really?!" he couldn't believe his ears, "then why didn't you ask him then huh? I got more money than him and I'm better looking. Yoongi marry me! That's what everyone says on every VLive. When I'm not even on it. You're married to me. So get used to it."

"Wow ok firstly calm down. It was a joke. It doesn't matter how much richer or poorer you are than Hoseok. I get I have to rely on you, but it's not like I'm out there spending all your damn money so stop talking to me like you fucking bought me."

Annoyed, they ignored one another until they were off the motorway, and pulling up at a large house in a nice neighborhood somewhere.

"Get out, we're here," he finally grumbled at her an hour later, slamming his door hard making her flinch.

"This is a restaurant?" she asked as they walked up to the front gate, no signs or menu anywhere. Not even a car park or valet.

"Best one around," he said as he punched in the pincode and walked in, a suspicious YN behind him.

"Ya, Yoongi, where are we and how do you know the code to this place? This place looks like a house. Oh my god," she said grabbing her phone trying to dial Seokjin.

"What are you even doing?" he watched her try to get out the door.

"I knew it. You're trying to lure me away to kill me. Otherwise why would you take me to some house somewhere when you said we were going to a nice restaurant?" She dialled his number and waited for it to connect as he wrestled the phone out her grip.

"If I wanted to kill you, I'd put poison in your coffee."

"God, I might just drink it to finally be rid of you," she retailiated as she snatched her phone back.

"Take your shoes off," he ordered her as he walked into the hallway and looked at the person standing there.

"Yoongi—" she called after him, rushing to pull her boots off, looking up as he grabbed her hand and led her through a living room door. Yoongi pulled her through, still holding her hand.

"Ma, Dad, we're here."

"You said—"

"I didn't say we were going to a restaurant. I said I'd take you to eat."

Then she realised. And she felt like an idiot for not getting it sooner.

Yoongi's mom walked in, smiling as she welcomed the two of them warmly.

"Ah, you made it?" her eyes and mouth smiled wider as she took in YN beside him. "And you bought YN!" she grinned.

Yoongi knew how excited his mother was at him for bringing home a woman for the first time, beaming and excited.

Just wait til she finds out I'm a married man, he thought.

"Yobo!" she called out to the back, over her shoulder, "Yoongi's here, with his fiancé! Hurry up! And where is Geum Jae?"

"YN, my Eomma. Eomma, you know YN," he introduced them again.

Nudging her forward essentially, he froze as his mother gasped loudly, screaming as she grabbed hold of YN hand to see the massive diamond that sat on her finger.

Watching the pained look on his mother's face, Yoongi tried to get the words out his mouth as she held her hand tightly, mouth gaping.

He couldn't find the words to explain that she had missed her youngest son's wedding.

"Eomma...Yoongi asked me to marry him, and I said yes. My mother was dead against it, and so we decided to do it before she could stop us," YN held her hand back and admitted the truth. Well, partially.

It was an unorthodox way to explain a marriage, but it seemed to have been the perfect way to explain it to Mrs Min.

Yoongi felt a pang of gratitude as YN held his hand, the other still in Mrs Min's as she seemed to absorb the news.

"Yobo!" she screamed it loudly now as both her husband and eldest son could be heard replying.

"You better get in here and meet Yoongi's new wife," her voice went a little high pitched, as YN looked at her worried about whether she was going to either have a stroke or something.

"I'm fine," she squeaked as she let go of YN's hand and shakenly took her husband's as he arrived looking at the pair confused.

Yoongi stood, a little surprised at her explanation and willingness to throw herself under the bus for him, and like many others at the company he too couldn't help but be in awe as the chairman worked the room, his parents especially.

"We're really sorry," she went to apologise formally to his parents, and Yoongi too was also beginning to bow in apology too.

YN knew not many people could ever say they’d heard such a humble apology coming from YN Bang. The look on his father’s face was priceless, and his brother even seemed to relax slightly as they watched Yoongi's father take YN’s hand and pat it lightly.

Suddenly YN felt herself yanked off to the couch by his mother, as Yoongi tried to stay standing next to her a little longer.

"Let go of your bride long enough to at least grab the girl a drink will you?" his Dad called out as Yoongi was dragged off to the kitchen bar.

Reluctantly he let go, whipping his head around to hear his mother squeal again in excitement at the ring he had given her, before she began telling YN how happy she was Yoongi had found a good woman.

Yoongi hoped she would survive the questioning until he managed to rescue her.

"Are you both happy?" she asked YN, her disappointment had gone, but the look in his mother's eye was more of pain.

"I, we are, yes," YN managed to reply.

"Then that's all that matters. We can always do something to celebrate," she smiled as she waved the conversation away with a hand before giving YN a warm hug.

YN hadn't been hugged like that in a long time, and sat, her arms to her sides unsure how to hug the older lady back. Feeling horrible, unable to shake the guilt of lying so openly to them about it all, and but was worse, was his mother's quick forgiveness of a wedding they were not be a part of.

It took finding his brother in the kitchen trying to get a taste of the cakes and sweet treats their mom had made to find YN's whereabouts.

"Yoongi-ah," Geum Jae called.

"Yeah?"

"I didn't want to say it before, it's cheesy and shit but congrats man. YN is really cool, down to earth. I thought she'd be cold and you know those CEO types."

"YN isn't like that."

Yoongi surprised himself with how quickly he jumped to her defense.

"But how lucky are you," Geum chuckled warmly, "you got to marry a stinking rich capitalist investor, who just took over her father's multi billionaire company. Your kids are set for life."

"Investment what?"

"Come on, don't act like you don't know, or don't check the web. She's minted. Her company invests in companies in different stages of development and gets a cut. I wondered why she looked at the English food ma made a little strange but then I remember there was an article about how she became a model and model diets and shit."

"I know what an investor is."

I just don't seem to know what she is.

He found her in the back yard, standing on the decking staring up at the sky. Yoongi walked across to where his new wife stood, tucking his hands into his jeans and rocking back and fourth on his heels.

"There you are," but she wasn't listening.

His eyes followed her sparkling ones as they stood, head arched back staring at the pinkish purple sunset, it's blue tinged clouds slowly paying by as her eyes twinkled.

"I never was one for pretty sunsets," she admitted out loud, "but it looks pretty beautiful, huh?" she looked back at him a moment.

"So beautiful," he said, still looking at her instead of the pretty night sky, before she realised and frowned a little at his admission.

"I didn't know you were a model or an investor. You lied to me. Again."

YN pursed her lips before going back to look up.

"You're annoyed that I didn't tell you my occupation, or that instead of you lying to a woman, she lied to you first instead," she shrugged, "not my fault you didn't do your due diligence before agreeing to marry me. I did mine."

"You definitely sound like an investor. I thought you were just Bang's daughter."

"You figured I was just some chaebol trust fund baby?" she answered his inner suspicion with a genuine laugh, "I guess I am to a certain extent."

"And apparently my wife was some famous model? Am I gonna blow my lid if I find out what kind of a model you were?"

"Probably best not to check in that case," she teased.

If he sees a bikini picture he might have a heart attack.

"I'm being serious YN. Is there anything else I need to know? For real. I'm getting tired of the lies."

"What cos I didn't give you the chance to lie first?" she laughed at how angry he was getting.

"I don't get why you're getting so wound up about it. It's not like this is real. It's all play; sure people will be like woah she used to parade around in skimpy clothes but then slap you on the back and say that you're a lucky man because of it?" she told it like it was.

No matter the decade, men would always be congratulated for being married to a trophy wife.

"Sweetheart, I'm just a temporary trophy wife, like I said. I did my due diligence. You have money, and I need money. Then you will be free and so will I. We can be free from each other. It's worth the investment."

"I'm sorry my mom brought up talk about a reception."

"It's fine," she followed a twinkling star coming through a cloud, "I'm sure she meant well. And it was sweet of her to say they would like to contribute towards it."

"Until Geum put his foot in it telling my folks to check your net worth instead."

"I'm used to people talking about my money. Well, in the States no one knew who I was. But I like your mom. She's sweet."

"That's true," he moved closer to her, till they were standing toe to toe. "But if a newlywed couple are out in the garden alone, it looks bad if they aren't at least stealing a kiss."

"You what?" she managed confused, as Yoongi wasted no time in smashing his lips against hers and stealing a big fat, wet kiss in the process before she could assault him.

He held her close, pulling her body to his. Heat spread through her and she knew she had never felt a kiss like that before, and was fairly sure she never would again. And that thought terrified her because this was temporary.

This wasn’t real.

And she didn’t crush on a man, let alone fall in love with men.

She just didn’t…. Did she?

Yoongi looked as stunned as she felt, his deep brown eyes seeming to go even darker with pleasure as he looked at her. He licked his lips and looked as though he might say something. Or kiss her again and God, yes, please that would work for him.

Before either could say or do anything more, the back door swung open and his brother was there.

"Oi, stop eating each other's faces off and come have some dessert!"

“I'd rather have you for dessert," Yoongi muttered under his breath, annoyed he'd been disturbed from making a move on his own wife. Taking her hand he pulled her toward the house as her head spun and her heart ricocheted in her chest.

@craftymoonchaos @bbl32 @ireadthensuetheauthors @pb-n-juju @audreonne @larenelizabeth @kyle-told-me-whats-up @alexayoonlee @forvever-ddaeng

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imnameimswrld · 4 months

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╰┈➤ ❝ [𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐞 || 𝗝𝗝 ꒱꒱

━━ ❪ . . . jungkook x popstar!reader ❫

━━ ❪ . . . description : bullied for being "immature" , y/n goes dark for a whole year, before returning with a new sound, and a whole different aesthetic, and the world is shocked to find just who's been by her side through it all ; ❫

━━ ❪ . . . smau ! ❫

━━ ❪ warnings: none ❫

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Stars to my moon | chapter-5 |

Genre: Soulmateau! Idolau!Angst;fluff;drama;romance, polyamorousAu!

Pairing:ot7×f!OC

"We have been nothing but considerate of you and your feelings, while all you've given in return is rejection and cold shoulder since day one." He grits out.

Word count: 6.5k

Taglist; @effielumiere

The boys have been practicing for over three hours now. Jimin has been down all day, worrying about Selene and Jin. He really didn't want to leave them all alone fending for themselves while being sick, even if it was only for some hours. During these three hours, Jimin has made three phone calls to Jin asking about their health, only getting short answers in return.

Jungkook putting his own worry for his Hyung aside has been trying to comfort jimin all day, doing crazy shit to make him smile but of no use.

Yoongi has been observing everyone all this time; that's what he does. Observe and evaluate his surroundings and his family. He can tell by little things like fidgeting or picking nails if his members are stressed or nervous or embarrassed. Living with people for nearly nine years does this to people. Even though he doesn't show his love verbally or in an overly affectionate way, he does these little things like observing their worry to help them out, not wanting or waiting for them to burn out like a candle: and carrying all the stress alone. That is his way of subtly showing his love for them.

And this past week, he has observed Namjoon fighting an internal battle that has only increased after Selene's arrival at the dorm. He looks at her puzzlingly as if the answers he is trying to find; lie with her, observing her behavior towards Jin and Jimin, not that he's not been doing that himself, he didn't want them to get hurt even if it's by the hands of their own soulmate and that's probably what his dongsaeng was doing but, he knows there's more to it. He knows Namjoon is hiding something, and he also knows it's something crucial to the situation of the soulmates.

He decided he'll have a talk with Namjoon during the break to relieve himself of his internal battle.

Another thing he noticed was how weird Taehyung was behaving. All quiet and somber. He figures he must have a lot on his mind as well. Normally, along with jungkook, taehyung would also be trying to up the spirits of his best friend, setting the mood with his crackheaded-ness. It could just very well be worry for his best friend. He has already made it clear that he doesn't like the way Selene has been treating Jin and Jimin but, Yoongi understands that she is new to all this as well; She will take time to process the changes in her life. She can't just welcome two strangers with open arms just because they are her soulmates.

Yoongi decides he will take care of his dongsaengs one at a time.

When the rest time rolls around, he asks Namjoon to have a talk with him privately in his studio.

Walking into the genius lab, Namjoon asks, "yes, Hyung? what is it?"

"I know something has been bothering you for quite a while now, Namjoon-ah. do you wanna talk about it?" He asks, he knows there is no point in rushing Namjoon to open up but trying wouldn't hurt.

Namjoon sighs, "yes, Hyung, but don't worry. I'll handle it."

"I didn't ask if you'll handle it. I'm telling you if you want a listening ear, this one is always open."

"I know, Hyung. I know. But I can't. I can't tell you, or anyone for that matter, because the information is not mine to share, and even though it's crucial for someone to know, I promised them not to tell anyone. I don't know what to do Hyung." Namjoon says, hanging his head and massaging his nose bridge.

"Is this information by any chance involving The soulmates?" Yoongi asks, they have agreed to call the Soulmate Trio the soulmates because honestly, all their names together were a mouthful.

Hearing his words Namjoon's head snaps up, bewildered as to how he knew, "H-how?" he asks with a frown,

Chuckling, yoongi says, "seriously!? as if anything is ever hidden from me."

"Yeah, but.." Namjoon nods, understanding.

"and well, the secret glances and puzzling looks you keep throwing towards her helped too." suga reveals smugly.

"Ah! I see. it was that obvious?"

"yeah!" he laughs.

"so now that you know, what do you suggest I do?"

"Honestly, if it's something related to her history, you should leave it up to her to open up to them." Namjoon opens his mouth to say something but he doesn't give him a chance, "and I know you feel responsible for knowing beforehand but, as you said, it's not your place nor your secret to share. They will work it out, she'll tell them, whatever it is, when she thinks it's the right time to. And even if they come to know that you knew before them, they will understand. They're not children, namjoon-ah. they know what keeping your word means."

Namjoon's shoulders visibly sagged in relief as he listened to his words.

"Thank you, Hyung! You don't know how long this has been unsettling me."

"I think I do, since the night you met her at Han river, isn't it?"

"Guess you ARE a psychic." namjoon chuckles.

Now that his one brother was free of his predicament, he can focus on his other one. And just like Namjoon, he will give him time to come, and talk to one of his Hyung too before stepping in himself. He just wishes it won't come to that.

The rest of the day went a little more relaxed. During the break, Jimin Video called Jin, though Selene wasn't in the room, Jin informed him that she was sleeping since there wasn't much to do, they both had eaten and were only getting better. After the call, Jimin too was relieved and could focus more on the practice. They all of course missed Jin but, they knew, he'll be with them not long after.

They all went home tired, smiling ear to ear except yoongi, he stayed behind to finish some music he has been working on these past months, he had a schedule: to release his new album soon. He couldn't wait to share this album with army.

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The sounds of whispers wake me up from the dreamland, but I don't open my eyes trying to focus on what they are saying.

"When Should I give it to her?" Jimin says, what is he talking about? Give me what?

"I don't know, it's your call," Jin replies. I wanna ask them what they are talking about, but they are speaking in Korean and as far as they know, I can't understand it. Maybe I should tell them that I can understand their language atleast some of it but then it'll be easier for them to make conversations with me and I'm not ready to talk with them.

Fingers move into my hair, gently caressing my scalp; making me sigh against my will. The fingers stop, before continuing after a second, but they don't talk further. Instead, I hear my name leaving Jin's lips.

"Selene..." His deep sugary rich voice makes goosebumps rise on my arms. It's the first time, I'm hearing my name slipping out of his lips. Meanwhile, what I now suppose is Jimin's fingers are still weaving through my hair. It's baffling to me how in just a matter of a day since I met them, I could differentiate between them both with my eyes closed.

"Selene, wake up, please. You need to eat something." He speaks again, And as if on cue, my stomach grumbles. I groan, whyyyy!!!!!

"Everyone is waiting, please come, eat," Jimin says, and I flutter my eyes open. Looking into my eyes, he smiles, but I don't smile back atleast I tried to. I move my eyes to the man standing behind him, finding him already looking into my eyes, he too passes me a smile, and yet again, I tried not to smile. I haven't forgotten the promise I made to myself in the washroom this morning. Even if I have to defy the universe, I won't give in to fate so easily.

I nod, sitting up, "You guys go ahead, I'll just freshen up." their faces tell me; they didn't understand all of what I said, but they got the gist of it since they start moving towards the door.

Walking into the living room, I see everyone settled in their seats, leaving me a seat between Jin and Jimin. I take my seat, as I look at what's for dinner.

"We thought since you guys have been getting better, you won't need to eat the sick food anymore," says Hoseok. That's the first time he has addressed me. I haven't had much interaction with the other guys, they must be giving me space to settle first. Their dorm is pretty big, though I wouldn't expect anything less from Seven guys living together, the world's renowned musicians nonetheless. The interior is pretty modern. The kitchen is themed black and grey, the same as the room I'm staying in.

"Thank you," I say as Jimin serves me and Jin a plate before grabbing one for himself. The dinner was decent; I don't know what's the dish called though. Should I ask them? I don't want to show them any type of interest, but after thinking twice about it, I give in; what's asking for the name of a dish gonna do?

"Sorry, but what is this dish called?" I ask, looking at RM in particular.

"Oh, it's Tteokbokki, it's made from rice. Do you like it?" He answers.

"Yeah, it's good," I say.

"Well, thank Jin, he made it for you," He tells me.

I turn towards Jin, "why are you working in the Kitchen already? You should rest until you're fully recovered." I scold him, against my will, might I add. I don't care about him, No. but when RM mentioned him working in the kitchen, I couldn't help but worry about him. I know this is all because of the bond, but I can't take back my words after voicing them out loud.

He chuckles, "Don't worry, it was not many work. And I was bored, you were sleeping."

Whatever his excuse, I know why he really did it. He was jealous because I complimented Jimin's soup in the morning, and he wanted to earn my praise as well, which he did, Even if it was indirectly. He did. And that was pretty clear on his face. His face was cracked into an ear-to-ear smile, his eyes having lost behind his cheeks, though visible enough for me to see the shine, the pride of having accomplished his goal in them.

Realizing I'm staring again, my eyes divert to the table only to meet another brown pair of eyes, though these eyes were not staring, no they were glaring at me as if I sold off his horse. What was this guy's deal? He seriously has a bone to pick with me, and I didn't even talk to him, let alone do anything for him to act this way.

I sigh, there's no point in addressing that though. I won't be seeing him again after this week. I can ignore it till then.

After finishing up dinner, the guys start cleaning up the table. Thinking, I should lend a hand. I start collecting the dishes and with no interruptions this time, thank god.

The guys move back to the living room, I move to get back to my room, but a voice stops me.

"Do you like to play video games?" The blue highlights guy asks, he's kookie if I'm not wrong.

"um, yeah," I answer.

"Do you wanna play with us? Jimin-hyung and I are gonna have a match, but we need a third player, and Taehyungie-hyung is refusing," he asks me with a pout. Am I seeing this right? Doe eyes and a pout? I didn't have a chance against him in the first place.

"Sure," I say and go to sit at the corner of the couch while he and Jimin are sitting on the floor.

He hands me a console and says, "Don't worry, we'll go easy on you." Smirking at Jimin. The latter, however, is not looking at his dongsaeng, he's looking at me with glinting eyes. I guess, after so many refusals: he's happy I accepted something even if it wasn't his request.

The rest of the boys, except for the one; kookie mentioned before, are here, scattered around the different pieces of furniture in the room. Yoongi and RM, are sharing the couch; adjacent to mine, Hoseok is on a sofa chair, and Jin; is sprawled across the one I'm sitting in.

The match starts with kookie in the lead with Jimin on his tail and I in the last position. But as we got further into the game, the ranks changed. Jimin and I swapped places while Jungkook, as I know him by now, was still in the first place. Not for long. I think as I accelerate, rounding around the corner, I come neck to neck with him. Bumping into his car, I pass him by at just the last second, winning the game. The round of cheers hollered around the room as if I won an Olympic, not a basic car game.

"wahhh!! Daebak!" Jimin comments. I pass him a smile.

"Yah! Selene, you be my team next!" Jin says, giving me a wink.

"Not fair!! You do not say you play good," Jungkkook whines, and I laugh.

"Well, you assumed that I can't play instead of asking me if I could play. Not my fault," I shrug, laughing.

"where you learned?" he asked.

"Eric and I used to play, with time, I picked it up," I tell him smiling, reminiscing the memory.

"Eric?" Jimin asks with weird expressions.

"You know, you should know better than to presume," I say to Jungkook, pretending not to hear Jimin. At this point, the whole room has gone silent, the air frozen. No doubt everyone was watching our exchange.

"Yeah, okay?" Jungkook pouts.

"You don't answer my question," Jimin chimes in impatiently.

"Well.." I drawl, "That's because I didn't want to," I continue.

"Why?" he asks, raising his eyebrow. I chuckle, he really doesn't know when to back down.

"because it's none of your business," I say, looking him straight in the eye as I rise to my feet, watching his eyes as hurt flashes across them. I turn around and go back to my room, slamming the door shut.

Leaning on the door, I take a deep breath; how long till the week is over? It's only my second day here, and I'm already done with all of this. I didn't wanna hurt Jimin. Even if it's only been a day I know both jin and jimin are good sweet men, but I can't lead them on, let them into my life just to leave their hand in the middle of the road. It's better this way, Selene. I assure myself.

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As soon as Selene is out of the room, all members go to comfort Jimin. Hoseok knows Jimin didn't mean any harm with the question, and that guy for the love of God can't contain his jealousy. He just needs to understand to give her time to warm up to him before diving into her past.

He sighs, "Give her space Jimin-ah. she'll come around." comforting his dongsaeng. However, hoseok doesn't miss the looks Yoongi and Namjoon throw toward each other, having their own secret conversation.

"yah! jimin-ah. If you can't help getting jealous, at least try not to show it," Jin says, Hoseok knows it's hard on them both to share a soulmate. They haven't even gotten to talk about it yet.

"I think you guys should talk about it. Try figuring out how you'll handle this relationship," Yoongi says, he chuckles. Of course, he's thinking the same thing. Hoseok and Yoongi's thoughts have almost always been in sync. Just like Jimin and Taehyung, it's like they are each other's soulmates as well.

"Yeah, you guys should have some ground rules to avoid conflict in your relationship with both, Selene and each other," Namjoon agrees.

"That's a good idea. What do you suggest?" Jin asks, and jimin nods. Besides their relationship with Selene. Their relationship with each other is too important for them. They wouldn't want to lose it for the world.

"Well to start with, how about if one of you gets in an argument with her, the other stays out of it?" Namjoon suggests, and both the members agree.

At this point, the only member missing in the whole ordeal has also come out of his room, the sound of the door slamming brought him out of his haven. He listens intently to namjoon, not wanting to miss out on anything.

"And you should communicate more, always be transparent," Hoseok suggests, he knows how important transparency is in a relationship. If you aren't transparent to your partner, the relationship will crumble beneath the weight of your secrets eventually.

"Right, and don't make it a competition 'cause it's not one. And I know being jealous is only human, and you will get jealous of each other, just try not to show it," Namjoon speaks again, making both men look at each other. Jealousy is something that has the power to sink even the best ships.

"And always keep the other in the loop. For example, tell him beforehand if you have made plans or a surprise for her," Jungkook pitches in. Both men are listening to their members, helping them in their strange situation.

"Yes, and you can add more rules as time goes by, and I know you know but still remember she is your priority, don't think like the other will take care of something. Both of you should," Namjoon reminds them. It's pretty common, to dump your responsibility on someone else, assuming they will take care of it, but none does. In their case, if they communicate enough, nothing will get out of hand.

The others move to go back to their rooms, leaving the two to think over their words and talk things out.

"and give her some space, she might be already overwhelmed with the news of two soulmates. Let her settle that in and take things slow then," Namjoon says before disappearing down the hall.

Hoseok lays on his bed worried about his members, they were so ecstatic when they found their soulmate but having to share a soulmate is a lot of work and struggle. He just hopes while tying new ties their old ones won't break.

The vibration of his phone gets him out of his thoughts, he looks at the caller ID before picking up the call, grinning like an idiot. His worries long forgotten, he says into the phone,

"hi, Yeobo!"

"Hi, Oppa. What are you doing?" the person on the other line asks.

"If I say I was missing you, would you believe me? or does that sound too cheesy?" Hoseok teases.

"I definitely wouldn't believe it, and yes, it is too cheesy." She laughs.

"Well, thank god that isn't the answer then, I was just thinking about work," he says. He doesn't want to lie to her, but she isn't aware of the new situation in the dorm, and it's better that way.

"Oppa... you're always thinking about work, take some rest. Don't go too hard on yourself," she scolds, making Hobi chuckle.

"I just had a week's rest. Don't worry. I won't go too hard. Now tell me, was there a special reason you called, or were you just missing me?" he teases again, this time making her chuckle.

"I wouldn't say I didn't miss you, but yes, I called to ask if you're free to go on a date with me this weekend," she asks,

"of course, who would want to miss upon the opportunity to take a beautiful woman on a date?" he answers, a smile gracing his lips.

"Okay then, see you Saturday!" she says, hanging up the call.

Hoseok gazes up at the ceiling, still smiling. Hands folded, resting on his heart, still holding the phone. Whatever the matter Ji-ah always makes his day bright. If hoseok was everyone else's sun, It was Ji-ah, who had the power to make him smile on the lowest of days. It was one of the reasons he decided to date her.

Hoseok, after having witnessed Jin holding onto the hope; of finding his soulmate and the misery that brings, decided not to have those childish false hope. After waiting two years, hoseok had enough of waiting around for his soulmate. He met Ji-ah two years ago when he was at the lowest in his life. She worked for his sister, and after their many encounters, he asked her out on a date. In 2018, when the band was thinking of disbanding, everything he worked so hard for was slipping from his hands, from all of their hands. He needed support and Ji-ah became that anchor in his life at that time. In a way, she saved him, supported him, comforted him, and loved him. When he thought he didn't have anyone, she was there for him.

Now that Jin and jimin found their soulmates, you would think the candle of his hope has once again been lit, but Hoseok doesn't want to find his soulmate. Ji-ah has been there for him for two years, he does not want to repay her love with hurt. He wouldn't be able to bring himself to.

Ji-ah is one of the kindest, purest and brightest souls he has encountered, he can't be the reason for her hurt.

That is the reason Hoseok has given up on ever finding his soulmate.

But has fate ever listened to anyone? You will get what is due to you and in his case, a soulmate.

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It's afternoon, and I'm lounging in the living room alone, watching an episode of Friends. I've been avoiding everyone since the morning. I didn't come out of my room for breakfast so after everyone left: Jin came to my room with breakfast. He didn't say anything about last night's situation, he just understood my need for space. I saw his reaction too when I mentioned Eric; his eyes were screaming jealousy just like Jimin's, and I saw the hurt in there when I disregarded Jimin's right over me. He knew that applied to them both.

But he was neither angry nor upset over it but rather understanding. Neither of us addressed last night's events; we had a silent breakfast. It was a little awkward, but that was only because I didn't know how to act, and he was acting so nonchalantly.

After breakfast, he retired to his room, saying he had work and only came out to make and eat lunch. It went silent, just like breakfast. I wondered why he wasn't saying or asking me anything. But at the same time, I was thankful because I wouldn't know how would I answer his questions anyway.

I was laughing: holding my stomach when Monica was teaching chandler how to pleasure a woman right. I threw my head back laughing, only to have a near heart attack when I saw Jin standing behind me.

Screaming, I sat up straight, turning towards him,

"Fucking hell!! you just gave me a heart attack!" holding a hand to my heart.

But what comes out of his mouth isn't something I ever expected him to ask,

"Are you disappointed in us?" I look at him. Eyebrows furrowed.

"What?" I ask, why the fuck would he ask that? These guys are literal angels as far as I've seen. Always caring and kind to others. To me. When I haven't even done anything to earn that kindness.

"Are you not happy we are your soulmates?" he asks again.

Well, that is quite correct, but I can't say that to him. I don't want to hurt him, so I give him an answer that would be acceptable.

"No, Jin. I am not at all disappointed in you guys." I tell him, "You both are one of the sweetest and kindest people I've encountered. I just..." I sigh, before continuing, "I never imagined this. I didn't think or want to meet my soulmate, but I did. And then I found out I have two of them. How do you expect me to behave when I'm living with people I had no desire to meet or find?"

The way his eyes were staring into my own, I wanted to say so much more at this moment, I wanted to tell him everything, about Eric, about my reason to go against the universe. He wanted me to confide in him but I can't. No matter how much I'm tempted right now. I don't want to regret oversharing when I overthink later.

"You didn't want us?" he asks,

"No, Jin. It's not about you, I didn't want anyone," I tell him.

"Why?" he presses further.

"It's complicated. It's just something from my past that I'm not ready to share." I calmly try to make him understand.

"So, it's not because we are not what you um, excepted?" he says, with hopeful eyes. I don't know how much he understood right now, but I guess he got the gist of it.

"Expected." I correct him before continuing to shake my head, "And no. It's not because you aren't what I expected, rather you aren't who I expected," I tell him. He frowns, searching my eyes.

He smiles, "So, friends?" he asks holding his hand out hopefully.

I contemplate for a second, they really are good people maybe it wouldn't hurt to be their friend. We're gonna need each other throughout our life anyway. I'll just make it clear after, that friendship is as far as I am willing to go.

I smile, taking his hand.

Wait a minute! he was asking me questions so fluently in English, sure his English is good, but it's not as good as the way he just talked. Was he working on this the whole afternoon?

Since we're now friends, I decided to tease him. "So, is this what you were working on till now?"

As soon as the sentence is out of my mouth, his ears turn red. "I..I.. well," he stutters, and I laugh.

"Don't worry, you did good," I assure him, not wanting to embarrass him further.

As I try to turn around, I realize we are still holding onto each other's hands. I try taking my hand out, but he doesn't let go instead; he asks me,

"Can I join you?" he nods towards the screen. I raise an eyebrow.

"You was laughing hard," he says shrugging, answering my unspoken question.

"Sure," I smile at him.

He moves towards the couch, I sit at the far end and he sits right beside me, just an inch of space between us. He rests our still united hands in the space, his thumb lightly caressing the back of my hand.

"you know you can let go of my hand now, right?" I ask him, giving him an eyebrow raise.

"but I don't want to," he says with all sincerity, looking into my eyes. I could hear the thumping of my heart in my ears, I just hope he can't. The effect he has on me is going to get me in trouble one day. What is he trying, we just agreed to be friends. He opens his mouth again, "I'm not feeling good," and everything makes sense.

why do you always have to take everything otherwise Selene, I scold myself. Not everyone thinks like you, people can have innocent intentions you know.

I nod, "Okay," I say and turn towards the screen, putting on Korean subtitles so he can understand as well.

And that's how we spend the rest of the evening, holding hands, laughing with each other. His laugh sounded like a windpipe, and I wondered how can someone this beautiful can laugh like that but I'm not judging, I was snorting most of the time as well.

As the sun went down, I was seeing him in a new light. Quite literally. The ray of sunshine hitting his face; well gracing is a better word. As it graced his face, he looked so ethereal. I was happy we could be friends. I just hope it won't get any more complicated than this. I want to resent them honestly, but keeping the bond aside, they are really good people, and they don't deserve it. I don't deserve them.

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It's been two days since Jin and I decided to become friends. I wouldn't say, we have made a huge leap of progress in our friendship since then, but now at least, I'm comfortable with spending time with him. Yesterday, he and I had a Mario cart match of our own; needless to say, I won.

Though he wasn't bitter about it, he did whine and made me promise to team with him against Jungkook next time. I wanted to ask him what about that guy makes them all so competitive, but I bit my tongue because I didn't think it was my place to pry.

Today, the company allowed Jin to go with the other members to catch up on the practice since he has shown good signs of improvement in the past four days, leaving me all alone at their dorm.

A sigh of boredom leaves my lips as I fall back on the bed. I've been watching shows the entire day, but I'm bored of that too. Seriously, how many reruns can a person enjoy non-stop?

I roll across the bed when suddenly an idea pops into my head. I have two world-renowned celebrities as my soulmates, and I know nada about that aspect of their life. Reaching for my laptop, I sit up on the bed, ready to do some digging into how they become to be who they are now.

I search for BTS on youtube and scroll down the results. I pause and go back up; now counting down the views they have on their video and ¡dios mío! the amount of videos they have on their videos is insane. I first click on the music video that had more than a billion views, the song is named DNA. Though I thought, that I will understand at least a little of their song with the little Korean that I know, I was obviously wrong. I had to open the English subtitles to learn the meaning behind their song.

The melody and the music along with the meaning made the song a masterpiece. No doubt so many people loved the song. Their visuals helped as well. Both of my soulmates are looking heavenly in the video but I can't help watching the other members as well. They all are looking so beautiful with their hair and their dangling earrings.

The next song I listen to is called FAKE LOVE. Well, I guess the title explains a little. As the music starts my breath hitches, If I thought they were heavenly before, they looked devilishly handsome now. The lyrics were so well written, like how does one even come up with things like that? This has to be my favorite song of theirs. The sexiness was oozing out of the screen.

Next, I play ON. This song was released just this year. I see the pattern; the deep, meaningful lyrics aren't just a one-time, poet moment thing. All their songs seem to be deep and meaningful. I wonder who their writer is, whoever it is, the guys got lucky with them. Also, the songs are amazingly produced, these guys' team is so well made, they got lucky with everything.

The next video was released this month only, BLACK SWAN. I don't understand the title, but when I see the lyrics, I'm left amazed. And did I just see Jimin dance in contemporary? he was so graceful, and in the shot when his wings expanded, I was a goner. He dances with such poise I could only think to do so. The guys have only gotten better with time. The first video I saw, was from 2016, and in 2020 their visuals, music, their lyrics; it has only gotten better with time. This song should be played in the orchestra. It has the potential to reach people's hearts without even needing to say a word. This piece is a real masterpiece I'd say.

I go to the comment section since this is my new favorite of the guys, I need to know more about them. I see many comments about their pretty handsome faces, Jimin's dance, and marriage proposals. There were critics as well; some people tried to bash them for their success, but there were millions of supportive, loving comments. These guys are loved by their fans so much.

Just as I was about to click on the next video, a voice startles me, making me swear as I look up. Jin was standing there smiling at me, I smile back.

"what are you doing?" he asks as he strides into the room towards me.

panicking about getting caught, I instantly close the laptop, smiling at him, "oh um nothing, when did you come back?"

"just now," he answers. "come out, we bring dinner."

I nod, following him outside. I see Yoongi behind the counter setting the table with Jimin helping him.

Jimin and I haven't really talked after the incident in the living room, where I not so subtly shut him out. I see the longing gazes he looks at me with whenever I'm in his presence, the jealousy in his eyes when I'm with Jin. Even so, he hasn't come to talk to me, once. I don't know what is going on in his head, but he shouldn't have pried into my past much less so early in our relationship.

Soon, all the guys come out after getting freshened up, filling in the seats. Safe to say, besides Jin, I haven't had many interactions with the other boys, but they have been taking care of me, welcomed me into their home, accepting me as their brothers' soulmate. Seeing their success, these guys are pretty down to earth, the arrogance of success has not taken control of their minds. Well, atleast I don't have to deal with an arrogant soulmate. Considering everything, I'd say I ended up good.

"Do you eat spicy?" Namjoon asks from across me, sitting between Hoseok and Yoongi. Next to Yoongi sits Jungkook. I'm as always sitting between Jin and Jimin, with Taehyung sitting beside the latter.

"Depends. Your spicy? probably, My spicy? No." I answer.

Jin sets a bowl in front of me, "try,"

And I do. "It's good, I have eaten this before."

After dinner, as I start to get up to put my dish in the washer, a hand comes to rest on mine halting my actions.

"I think, it's time we have a talk," Jin says, tilting his head towards Jimin.

I nod, Of course, a talk was in order. It's a good time to let them know of my intentions or lack thereof, I guess.

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They move to the living area, the other members having retired to their rooms to give them privacy. Selene sits on a couch, and both the boys settle on the couch across from her. Being face to face they could read her expression. They know, there is something pulling back Selene from giving in to the pull of the bond. Both the members have experienced how strong the pull is and they've seen Selene fighting against it. They just want to understand the reason behind that fight.

"So..." Selene starts, "What did you want to talk about?"

"First, I want to say sorry for that day," Jimin speaks, hanging his head low, not daring to meet her eyes, he didn't want to see any more hurt or anger in her eyes caused by him, "I was wrong to..." he drifts off, couldn't find the words to express himself due to the language barrier.

"To push me? stuffing your nose in my business?" Selene offers sarcastically. Jimin didn't understand the last part, but he did know whatever she meant was probably true.

He nods, "I am sorry, I will wait for you. I will learn." with determination, he finishes his apology. Jimin never wanted to be the reason for someone's hurt or problem, all he wanted was, for the people he loves to live happily. He also wanted a good relationship with his soulmate.

Seeing the way, Selene had accepted Jin as a friend, from being hostile to comfortable in his presence whilst still showing jimin the same hostility she had when she came to the dorm was eating away at him. His insecurities whispering in his ear that she might not want him as a soulmate, she might choose Jin. He knows he was wrong to raise such an incredulous question this early in their relationship, but he was blinded with envy at that moment, all rationality, all sense went out the window at that time.

And he faced the consequences for that, having her right in front of his eyes but not being able to talk, scared she will say the words he is most afraid of, and having her avoid him like a plague. But after much thought and some advice from Yoongi, he finally stepped up to ask her herself if she wanted him or not. Or will she choose?

"Okay," Selene nods, "I accept your apology, but on one condition. Neither of you will ever push me for something I don't want to share."

Both the boys agree instantly, they never wanted to make her upset again.

"Friends"

"Alright, was there something else, or should I go then?"

"um," Jin fishes out a paper from his pocket, they had asked namjoon to help them with translation, they didn't want any misunderstanding.

"You are fighting the bond, we can tell. why?" Jin reads from the paper, peering up at her.

"I...I just told you not to ask me something I don't want to share." her answer comes.

"But we think your past," Jin counters, "this has us too,"

"Me not wanting to give in to the pull does not have anything to do with either of you," she says, glaring at the men. "I told you Seokjin, You guys are not a factor in whatever I do."

Her response hurt and relieved them at the same time. But they understood, they only came into her life not a week ago, and they can't expect to play a role in her life so soon.

"Okay," they both nod, "Are you going to choose?" taking the paper from Jin, Jimin reads.

"Choose what?"

"between us." Jin clarifies.

"No? I didn't know I was supposed to." she frowns.

"aani, aani, No. I was just... I thought you will not want me when you have Jin hyung." Jimin explains flustering.

"Jimin, I told this to Jin as well, I am willing to have a friendly relationship for the sake of your and my health, but I don't think I'll be able to take any further steps."

Jimin nodded, every word tumbling down her tongue was like an arrow piercing his heart, but he swallowed every single one of them. Selene was in a way rejecting the relationship they wished to share with her, but he won't ask why now; after knowing the reason, maybe he'll understand, but for now, he'll have to settle with being her friend if it means staying by her side.

"Okay, friends?" he says, holding a hand out to shake.

"Friends." she takes his hand, smiling. "I'm glad you guys understood. I don't want any problems in the future. So as far as we're all clear, I've agreed to be your friend and nothing more."

Both boys nod, "We understand,"

Not wanting to let her go just yet, Jimin asks, "what you do?"

"Oh, I'm doing my Master's in astronomy, I have just taken admission in Seoul University. The classes will start from fall though, so I have the time to settle here." her reply comes.

"You come here for study?" Jin asks.

"No, I just came to travel, but I loved it here, so I decided to stay."

"What change your mind?" he questions further, intrigued.

"Everything about this city is amazing. When I came to Seoul, I fell in love with the culture, the people, and of course the food, the biggest factor was my place of solace, the Han river. I love that place."

"Woah, namjoon hyung also go there. He met you there." Jin says, making Selene frown.

"What?" she whispers.

"He tell us your name. You met him. You don't remember?" Jimin asks, tilting his head, a habit he does whenever he tries to understand something.

"I remember meeting someone, but I didn't know who he was." She says, mind elsewhere.

Standing up abruptly, she says, "I think I should sleep." disappearing down the hall, leaving both the men confused and wondering if they did something wrong again.

Not wanting to give in to negative thoughts, Jin and Jimin also call it a night. Retiring to their respective rooms.

"you look happy. It went well?" hoseok asks, seeing the small smile on his roommate's face. The latter, simply nods in reply, sinking into his mattress.

Jimin slips into the dreamland, thinking about the small progress he made with his soulmate today. He was happy that his fear didn't come true; she didn't reject him. There was still a chance. He had all the faith in the universe.

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