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hoseoksluna · 2 months

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WINE | jjk

pairing: fuck buddy!jungkook x f. reader

genre: smut

word count: 4.7k

summary: both of you have a party to go to, but jungkook makes you needy again.

playlist: it's jeon time / pinterest board: wine

warnings: forced drinking, neck kissing, dom/sub dynamics, use of pet names and one particular title <3, degradation and praise, reader has daddy issues (like the writer), sensual dancing, dirty talk, spanking, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, squirting, rough sex, plushie used during intercourse, hair pulling, jungkook needing to be in control, the importance of dom/sub role-play being just a role-play and not extending past the sex practice, aftercare

note: this was meant to be a fluff fic with jimin but then jungkook x calvin klein happened and i was fucked. my libido was awakened by that man, my ovulation triggered by his seductiveness and fucking godly beauty. this might be tmi, but i genuinely felt turned on while writing this, so i hope you enjoy. my bestie who always reads my work first said that my jungkook fics are vastly different from the ones with other members, and i agree. the sole reason behind it is the simple fact that jungkook owns my sexuality. so, yeah. please, show some love in the comments. happy reading!!

side note: HAPPY BDAY HOBI ᡣ𐭩

“A bit tipsy, aren’t we?”

You’re twirling. Twirling in golden circles as the late afternoon sunset traces the curves of your figure with its fingers, giving willingly a brisk dose of vigor to the movement as your delicately tousled curls spin around you. The warm light hits the shimmer on the highest points of your cheeks—coalesces with the glitter and you smile at the sun, fluttering your eyes shut. The ardent giggle spilling out of the mouth of your close friend is the music you dance to, and it helps your smile to grow in width.

You have somewhere to be. Both of you do. But you deem this is more important—it is your pregame after all, even though the wine glass in your hand is empty. Small drops of the white nectar make traces on the parquet floor, leaving behind the evidence of your joy, light as a feather somewhere within you.

Freshly showered, Jungkook watches the show you put on for him. With one shoulder, he leans against the large wardrobe and rolls his sleeves upwards on his forearms, wrists adorned with golden bracelets that tinkle with each effort. He does it slowly, blindly. Prefers to focus on you, and not on the task he’s done too many times. You face him, aware of his warm gaze, and you lean your glass towards his chest, tilting your head to the side.

“Barely,” you say. “Had one glass. Have another one with me?”

Jungkook smiles fondly, dropping his eyes to his wrists as he fixes the stacking of the thick gold. The cherry wood accentuates his countenance in a way that magnetically pulls you closer to him. Your legs act on their own, feet making their way to his. Something about the way they are shod in shiny dress shoes and yours are bare, toenails painted in cotton candy pink, drives a certain scarlet hue to go mad upon your dew-kissed face. Or maybe it’s the fact you two fucked hardly an hour ago that does it. You’ve always liked the scene, in which you’re naked and he’s fully dressed. Or it’s your ever persistent daddy issues and your obsession with Lolita. Maybe it’s a mixture of both.

You notice a ring on his pinky finger as he sweeps his ebony hair back. It wasn’t there when he had those digits wrapped around your throat in missionary. You take his inked hand to get a closer look, noticing the engraving of his last name. His father must have the same one. You caress it with your thumb. Its yellow gleam seeps into your skin—illuminates you and envelops you in its aura, fixing a heavenly halo above your head. You find yourself smiling when you look up at him and find that he’s been gazing down at you the whole time, his very own angel.

“If I were to have a glass of wine with you,” he mutters, and the mischievous twinkle that appears in his eyes excites you in a way that angels shouldn’t be provoked. “Then, there would be no party to go to.”

You know what he means, but you play dumb. You want to hear him say it.

“How so?” you ask and you widen your eyes softly to appear more alluring. You’re not sure if your body would handle another round, but you do enjoy the teasing—you enjoy the talk, the chase, the fuzzy feelings in your tummy.

Jungkook straightens and reaches for the bottle on the coffee table four steps away from you. Sinks the body of the glass onto his palm, pouring a good amount of the liquid inside. Nibbles his bottom lip as he stalks towards you, handing you the nectar, although he doesn’t let go. Your fingers wrap around his and it’s him who does the first move—lifting his arm to tilt the glass to your mouth. He’s gentle, a safe distance away to watch his whimsy unfold, but firm. He doesn’t lower his hand until the spillage of the gilded liquid trickles down your throat. Only then does he chuckle, setting the glass down. Satisfied.

Dizziness stirs your mind and you hardly have time to take a breather before Jungkook latches his mouth onto your wine-stained neck, tongue coming out to play—cleaning you up in figure eights that cause you to roll your eyes back. The ends of your curls tickle the back of his hand as he brushes his fingers along the dip of your spine, the skin bare in the open back of your knitted dress—made perfect for his sly touches.

He doesn’t press you against his body when he begins to suck on your neck; he still keeps the distance. Perhaps to make you needy, perhaps to make you ask for more. And it’s working, the magnetic pull does its thing once more and you roll your chest against his, aching to fit in the spaces of his figure that you know full well are there for you to hide in. Your nipples perk up at the slight attention, and electrifying sparks glide down the perimeters of your form in a way that you wish his hands would.

Absentmindedly, you touch them and Jungkook notices as he switches to the other side of your neck, the more sensitive one, the one that always leaves you dripping with your essence. You let him know, vocally, how much you like him there, and the sounds of pleasure you utter into his ear force him to pull out his phone from his pocket, steal your hand from your breast and place it in your palm.

He withdraws with a pop, plump lips coming to trace the shell of your ear. “I think we need some music,” he whispers, fingers skimming the curve of your ass. “Can you play some? Can you do that for me?”

Oh, that degradation kink of his. He knows he flung you out of his world into a pretty pink planet somewhere out there in the universe with that skilled tongue of his. He knows how dumb you get when horniness flushes your body with heat—he knows it intimately, for he’s the one who fucks you, the one you give yourself to when you blossom with the need to do so. He’s the one who opens the petals one by one, never to tear them, but to smell them, kiss them, hover them over the tender skin of his face just to be close to you. He knows you and he knows how to play with you just how you like it.

And you like to get into this state of mind. You like to be degraded, even though you’ll never admit it. You particularly like to get degraded by Jungkook.

Because of that reason, he likes to awaken it in you, beckon it to come out. How he found out is beyond your understanding. You reckon he sensed it while having your orgasms in his control. Somewhere in that dynamic, he found a little nook of a library and its contents fell into his grasp when he sank his fingers inside of you. All he had to do was read. And, also, listen.

Your bodily and vocal reactions didn’t protest.

You can’t even see his lockscreen, the numbers as you type in his mother’s birthday because Jungkook begins to toy with your earlobe, nibbling at the flesh ever so slightly. The pleasure, the wine getting into your head—it’s all suddenly too much. Paradoxically, you find the app somehow without looking out of a habit you learned throughout the months you’ve been casually seeing him, for Jungkook never fucks without his ‘It’s Jeon Time’ sex playlist. And he always wants you to pick out the first song.

It impacts what he does to you later.

You scroll and you tap on a random song.

No BS by Chris Brown.

You return the phone and Jungkook begins to pepper soft kisses on your throat, pocketing the device. A sudden throbbing on your bundle of nerves makes you tenderly whine and in your head, you curse him out for making you needy again. He pretends not to hear you, making a way to your chin. He kisses it. Ghosts his lips over yours, puckers them to tease you and hums in appreciation for the song. You grab him everywhere you can. Hair, neck, shoulders. Squeezing. As if he hadn’t fucked the soul out of you earlier. As if you weren’t spent. And he just laughs.

No matter how soft the sound is, it forces all of the peach fuzz on your body to rise.

Oh, you’ve made him horny. You’re fucked.

No party for you.

“Good little girl,” he coos, grabbing your ass and pulling you flush to his body. The praise before the degradation—the calm before the storm. “Can always expect the best from you. You never fail to please me.”

His hardness greets you first, pressed torturously against your mound. You mewl at the feeling, but he silences you. His lips are second to say a playful hello as they delve into a firm kiss, hand grasping your hair in his fist. He inhales against you and before the two of you know it, you’re moving your bodies to the slow, sensual rhythm of the song. Jungkook kisses you again, parts your lips with his and slips his tongue inside.

Just to taste you, briefly.

He spins you around.

Towering over you, he wraps his arms around your middle and sways with you, pushing your hair to one side, so he can focus on your neck once more. Gliding his lips up and down your neck, nose nuzzling into the safe space there near your ear, he inhales again, your scent being the translucent ship that gets him to heavenly places he dreams of every now and then. He guides you with his hips, needing to be in control of everything, even of something as insignificant as a simple, intimate dance. You love it, you could never get enough of it. The stability being the foundation that holds it is what attracts you to it, the stability that you never had, the one that your inner child deserves.

Palms flat on your tummy, Jungkook drifts them down and stops at your hips, fingers reaching your mound.

“Those hips will be the death of me,” he murmurs, caressing your sides while continuing guiding you, pressing you just right against his prominent length. “Did you really expect me not to get hard seeing you dance like that?”

You bite your lip, furrowing your eyebrows, rotating your hips to the chorus of the song, head empty.

Jungkook grunts. The sound intoxicates you even more.

“My princess doesn’t really know what she’s doing to me, does she?” He hooks his fingers under the hem of your dress. “Too horny, too needy to think, hm?”

Shamelessly, you nod. “Want you again. Want to feel you inside of me.”

Jungkook hums, then breaks into a gentle laughter. Lifts your garment and lets his fingers roam on your clothed folds, the white fabric drenched in your dewiness—pellucid enough to show the beauty of your flesh.

Aware of how wet you are, he clicks his tongue. “You filthy girl, how many times do I have to fuck you in order for you to have enough?”

You grow silent. Brimming with a woozy desire, you opt to grind your ass against him again. Your brain cannot come up with any smart answer that would please him, so this is the best you could do. Jungkook curses under his breath, leans back to watch you. He meets each and every movement of your hips and completes them, creating waves that spur the butterflies in your belly to life.

“Filthy”—He spanks you—“Fucking”—Another spank—“Girl.”

Knees bent, Jungkook grinds against your core, cutting short your hissing. He turns you around and bends you against the wardrobe, places your hands flat on the cherry wood. Takes off your panties swiftly and lets them pool by your ankles. Spanks you below your ass cheek, moaning at the lift and ripple of your plumpness. Does it again on the other one, letting out a sound that makes your dewiness, similarly like the wine down the sides of your neck, leak and stick to your inner thighs. Something between a dark chuckle, a moan and a purr of endearment.

“What am I to do with such a greedy girl like you?” he says, fingers tracing each curve of your ass to etch the memory of it deeper into his brain. “You deserve to be fucked like this. Mercilessly, for my pleasure. Like the little slut you are. But I’ll be good to you.”

He pushes your left inner thigh, guiding you to spread your legs. Cups your pussy, digits spreading your essence all over you.

“I’ll be good to you because you just can’t help it, can you? Poor little baby is just a slut for this cock.”

You mewl at his words, but then you discover that he didn’t lubricate your cunt for you, but for himself.

You yelp when you feel his tongue right there on the softness of your inner thigh, licking up a stripe to drink you. You didn’t expect him to do it so quickly and your whines increase in volume when Jungkook buries his head in your pussy, the deft muscle swirling around your pulsating bundle, licking between your folds and teasing around your hole. You push your hips back, wanting him there more than ever, but he spanks you, bites your flesh before he soothes the pain with his kisses. Big kisses as he calls them, the ones with full tongue. The nasty, the dirty. Big kisses for big girls with experience—those he teaches.

Jungkook stands up and wraps his fingers around your jawline, holding you like that as he draws closer to your ear.

“Looks like you can’t go out with your little pussy wet like that and those pretty panties soiled like they are, can you?” He turns your head so you look at him and you let him see your star-filled eyes, damp with the cosmos. “What would they think of you?”

“Koo,” you cry out.

He purrs in mock sympathy. “I left you alone for what, half an hour? And your pussy is needy again. That’s not right, is it? You should stop and think about this. Daddy’s not fixing it for you.”

As if he hadn’t spoken a word, he sinks his fingers inside of you. Middle and ring. Jackhammers them until you scream, then he pulls them out and spanks your pussy once, twice. With all four of his digits, he rubs the entirety of your femininity, sloppily and rapidly, the drops of your essence joining the company of the drying wine on the parquet floor. You’re seeing white, your orgasm inches away from you.

“Jungkook, please, don’t stop—” Your mouth rounds, voice breaks into a moan. “I’m gonna come, please, please—”

He withdraws his fingers. Entire body, too. Like a starved animal, head tipped low, he stares you down.

You struggle to catch your breath, swallowing dryly, leaning your head against your forearms.

“You said—you said you’d be good to me,” you croak out, throat dry, eyes lidding, mind absolutely fucked out.

“I am.”

The meaning of his words eludes you, but you soon forget about thinking when he licks his fingers clean. Wraps those pretty, puffy pillows around his slender fingers and sucks them. Then, he undoes the few buttons left of his ebony shirt, slowly and precisely. You clench around nothing, walls pressing together tightly. You’d slip a finger inside if you weren’t holding the side of the wardrobe for dear life.

“Get on the bed, now,” he orders. “Leave the dress on. Panties, too. I’ll show everyone how much of a little slut you are.”

Without a second thought, you do as he says.

You sit down on the edge of the bed and spread your legs as wide for him as the undergarment enfolding your thighs allows you, the ivory material pulled taut—your dewiness on show. Jungkook walks into the room like he has all the time in the world, like you aren’t gripping the flesh of your sides in order not to touch yourself. His shirt is fully unbuttoned now and the fabric lets you see a slither of his defined abdomen and fine black pubic hair peeking out of his Calvins due to how low his slacks are fixed on his hips. You lick your lips, dig half-moons into your skin until your knuckles turn white.

You need him. You need him so much that tears pool within the cosmos of your eyes.

“If only they were to see you right now,” he mutters. “So desperate for me. It’s too bad only I get to see you like this, isn’t it?”

He worsens your desire with that mouth of his. It’s extreme. You scratch your nails down your thighs to relieve yourself at least a little bit.

Fists on each side of you, Jungkook leans towards you. His simple gold chain swings in your face and you bite your lip to keep your needy mewls at bay.

“Am I talking to myself?”

You shake your head ‘no’.

“Did you forget how to talk?” He cocks his eyebrow.

“I need you so bad. I can’t take it anymore,” you whine out, the best your brain could muster.

Jungkook puckers his lips at you in feigned sympathy again and you expect the worst to come out of his mouth, but he surprises you when he says, “what do you want me to do to you?”

You gasp almost soundlessly. Your heart skips in your chest happily. Fire of the starlight shines in your eyes and a brand new flush finds its way to your cheeks, hotter than the one from earlier when you were dancing with the sun. Before you can think you answer through, it slips out of you.

“Lick my pussy, please.”

Jungkook smirks and the blush of roses smears across his cheeks and nose as well. He wipes at his mouth as if your answer made him drool—cuts the anticipation and kneels down at the bed, pushing your legs back.

“Who am I to deny you?”

The butterflies within your tummy go berserk.

Tongue flat, he licks up your cunt. Over and over, lapping up your wetness, moaning, seizing your girlishness and rolling it over in his mouth. You tip your head back between your shoulder blades and your arms begin to shake, holding all of your weight. Like you were previously grinding against him, you do the same movement now into his face. Recreate the waves as he rides his tongue against your clit.

He stops when you catch his gaze.

You cry out for him, bucking your hips. He shakes his head, eyes never leaving yours. His puffy lips glint in the dimmed light, the sun rays seconds away from saying their final goodbye.

“Needy little whore.”

Jungkook flicks at your little seashell, wraps those pillows around the muscle out of habit, but decides against it. Denies you the pleasure, knows too well you come too quickly from the suction. Decides to flutter his tongue instead, the pressure light, making you tremble like a butterfly wing. Retracts. Starts the torture again, alternating between light and hard. Fucks with your brain. Fucks with you.

“This feels too good, Daddy, oh my god.”

You watch him at work, mouth parted open, sounds of gratification coming out freely. He’s never done this to you before. It’s new, it’s different and it feels otherworldly; it feels like he’s transporting you back to pink planet again. The faint pleasure, the build up, the hard intensity at last before he starts again. He pins your hips down to prevent you from getting ahead, lidded eyes zeroing on yours, and the cord in your belly tightens. You near to the edge, gusts of gasps and ragged breaths flowing out of your mouth.

“I’m coming, Daddy, I’m coming, oh fuck.”

The harsh light of stars comes down slowly upon your eyesight. You’re almost there. You roll your hips to meet his tongue one last time, despite the deathly grip he has on your hip bones, but he lifts his head. Rips the orgasm away from you.

“No.” He wipes his mouth with his hand.

Your vision blurs and frustration burns you hot.

“What?”

“You’re not coming.”

You stare at him, eyelashes flittering. At loss for words.

“We have a party to go to, don’t we?”

You scrunch up your eyebrows. You thought you weren’t going anywhere?

“And if you’re good, I’ll think about letting you come tonight.”

Your mouth falls open.

“Close it before I fuck it.”

He cups your chin, closing it for you. Wraps his fingers around your throat and pushes you back on the mattress. Your hair fans all around you and you hold your clothed breasts for emotional support, your brain not really registering that you’re getting fucked and that you’re not allowed to cum. You sob tearlessly at his cruelty, lifting your head to look at him.

Jungkook unzips his slacks. Doesn’t bother to lower them, only pulls out his heavy length out of the tight confines of his boxers. His precum shines prettily on his mushroom and he spreads it all around him, jacking himself off, grunting, groaning, throwing his head back. All while being completely ignorant to your inner turmoil.

“Look at what you’ve done to me,” he whispers, letting go of his cock to show you just how hard he is.

Your head spins. His tip reaches his belly button and the thickness of his shaft obscures most of his pubic hair. You moan, aching to have him inside of you. Feel your slick trickle down onto the bedding.

“So hot,” you say, lifting your eyes to catch him focused on the reactions painted on your face with his bottom lip sucked between his teeth, chest heaving quickly. “You’re so beautiful.”

Abruptly, Jungkook flops you onto your stomach. Crawls over you. Straddles you. Veiny forearms, partly shielded by the waterfall of your hair, come to stay on either side of your head.

He reaches for the white bunny plushie resting against the pillows and hands him to you. Brushes your hair away from your face to whisper into your ear, “you better hold onto him.”

You clutch him to your chest and bury your face in his soft fur.

“Remember the rule?” he asks and you feel him drag the tip of his cock down the line of your ass—you feel him stop at your tight hole.

Your breath shakes. “I can’t come.”

Body reacting on its own, hips lifting, you allow him to glide down to your pussy.

Jungkook hums in appreciation. “That’s right. Look at you, so good for me already.”

He chuckles darkly and you hate your life.

“You only know how to behave yourself when you want to come, don’t you? Such a slut.”

He punctuates his sentence by sheathing himself inside of you. You grip your plushie tight, groaning into his fur. He does it all in one go, not stopping once to let you adjust around him. He huffs against your hair, mocks your sound, eyelashes fluttering at your tightness, mouth agape. It’s otherworldly how he fits. It’s otherworldly how you can make out his expression, how you see it clearly behind your closed eyelids—how him mocking you and imitating you makes you drip even more, the lewdness of your juices encouraging him to go balls-deep.

He rams into you.

You scream into the bunny.

He rams into you in staccatos, the headboard of the bed colliding over and over again into the wall. Swift jerks. Hard.

You feel so full.

“Slutty fucking pussy,” he whispers, gathers all of your hair into his fist and pulls your head back. Begins to fuck you evenly, picking up the pace. “So tight around Daddy, fuck.”

You must be floating. Somewhere out there within that pink planet. All your surroundings are bleary, distorted, but so vibrant. Just as your hair is pulled back so are your wings retracted in the same way, held by your captor. You feel his lips at your temple, parted, breath hot and heavy. You can’t even hear yourself amidst your pleasure and his, but somehow—all of a sudden—you hear the voice of your favorite singer echoing in the living room.

Do I Wanna Know by the Arctic Monkeys.

Little by little, you feel yourself returning back to planet Earth. Drool wets the corners of your mouth and you don’t have the strength to wipe it off, focusing all of your strength on stalling your orgasm, the voice of your beloved Alex pushing against you in a fight.

Jungkook lets go of your hair, but wraps the same arm around your shoulders, plushie and neck, his weight coming on top of yours. Continues to slam into you without any care of the world, heedless of the way you’re fighting for your life.

“If I’m not mistaken, this is your song, baby, isn’t it?” he breathes into your ear, slowing down his pace, hips rocking against you to the rhythm.

You sob at the mercy, the ferocity of your incoming orgasm dwindling away.

That is until he starts pounding you into the mattress again.

You scream out. White vision begins to chase you again, the cord tightening in your full lower tummy.

“Jungkook, please, I can’t—I can’t—”

He grunts at your helplessness, hand gripping your mouth. Pace so fast your head knocks back into his shoulder.

“You can take it. It’s your song.” He squeezes your cheeks. Grinds his hips slowly. You roll your eyes back, feeling him nudge your cervix.

He begins to kiss along your jawline, your earlobe, the contours of the shell. You do the same, peppering kisses upon his forearm as your position allows you.

“We could be together, if you wanted to,” he huffs the lyrics into your ear, just for you to hear.

The cord snaps.

Wetness gushes out of you; a sweet stream of your dewiness forces him to pull out of you—and your wet orgasm triggers his. He paints your open back white with his hot spurts of cum, sealing you, completing you. Jacks himself off with one hand while the other rubs your pussy, spanking it. You’re squirming, screaming, the orgasm long and so intense that you don’t even know where you are. Jungkook fingers you with three digits and coaxes another surge out of you. Slacks destroyed, dress soiled, bodies spent—your screams silent.

He caresses the roundness of your ass to calm you down.

“Breathe for me, baby,”

You try, but you can’t.

Too exhausted.

You feel him leave, but in a moment you sense the mattress dipping beside you. The coldness of wet wipes on your skin, getting rid of the evidence of his pleasure. The warmth of his thumb on the tear-stained skin under your eyes as he turns you to your side.

A glass of cold water is in his hand. You suddenly feel parched. His touch brought your senses back to you.

“Sit up.”

You finish the glass in gulps. Some of it leaks down your throat. Jungkook smirks.

“Well done.”

You hug your plushie tighter. “I’m sorry for coming.”

Jungkook caresses your hair. You’re sitting on your legs while he’s standing by the side of the bed. Running his fingers through your disheveled, ruined curls.

“I fucked you that hard on purpose,” he murmurs, curling a strand of hair behind your ear, finger coming to a stop at the beginning of the line of your jaw. “It was my intention to make you come.”

You lean into his touch. Kiss the edge of his palm. Drowsy, droopy eyes still bearing into his.

“Like I said. You did well.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. “Arms up.”

He takes off your dress and slinks your arms through the sleeves of his black shirt that he had discarded while fucking you. Your eyelids are shut when he lays you down on the cold side of the bed, tucking you in, and you’re halfway through the footpath to your pink planet when he promises, “I’ll make it up to you about that party.”

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kingofbodyrolls · 8 months

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Friendcation (m) | myg | series masterlist

Summary: Going camping with your best friends seemed like a brilliant idea when you initially made the plans. But when you harbor secret feelings for one of them, what will become of you being close confined for three months? Trouble, that’s what.

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (female, “Y/N”) Other characters: Jimin, Jungkook, Taehyung, Namjoon, Hoseok and Seokjin.

Genre/AU: friends to best friends with benefits to lovers, non idol!au, camping!au, roadtrip!au, mechanic!Yoongi, humor, slight angst, smut and fluff

Rating: mature/explicit/R18 (This is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact.)

Word count: 110.5K (things got out of hand, lol and it's mainly smut 💀)

Disclaimer: I do not own BTS or know them personally and this work of fiction is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. The actions and personalities described in the story do not reflect those of BTS— it’s just fiction. Also, if you would kindly read the tags/warnings before reading, that would be lovely: and if you don’t like whatever is described in the tags, just hit return and find something else to read. Thank you 🌸

Warnings/tags: will be tagged for each individual chapter. But it does contain smut, almost in every chapter (not the first though).

Taglist: Closed. Status: Completed!

🍃 Chapter 1 Summary: As exhaustion and stress threaten to consume you and your friends at work, Yoongi comes to the rescue with an enticing proposal: a collective vacation—a friendcation. Amid the backdrop of breathtaking landscapes and shared adventures, your feelings for him only deepens more. Yet, his lingering gaze holds secrets you can't ignore, leaving you to wonder if it conceals something deeper—an unspoken connection that may forever alter your friendship. Word count: 11,9K | Read → chapter one 🍃Chapter 2 Summary: When you get a flat tire, you think it’s bad luck, but when you fall flat on your ass and Yoongi offers to massage the pain away, has your luck finally turned? 😜 Word count: 12.7K | Read → chapter two 🍃Chapter 3 Summary: When you and Yoongi visit his family in Daegu, and he introduces you as his friend, it rubs you all kind of wrong. But what are you even to each other, other than best friends with benefits? Word count: 11.9K | Read → chapter three 🍃Chapter 4 Summary: It’s the last weeks of the vacation being just you and Yoongi, and you’re going to savor every last bit of it. You do some hiking, relaxing and discover new sides to yourself that you didn’t know existed. Word count: 17.7K | Read → chapter four 🍃Chapter 5 Summary: Namjoon, Hoseok and Seokjin have finally joined you on your trip and it’s going great; you have a tremendous amount of fun (some at your expense), laughter and talks about life. Namjoon suddenly asks you where you think this thing with Yoongi is heading, and to be honest you don’t really know yourself – you just know that you love him. Word count: 23K | Read → chapter five 🍃Chapter 6 Summary: Your vacation is coming to an end but your thoughts are spiraling and filled with anxiety as a tiny mishap makes you question your future with Yoongi. Word count: 11.3K | Read → chapter six 🍃Chapter 7 [finale] Summary: Melancholy shrouds you and Yoongi in your last days of vacation – time to get back home to the daily grind. But when you can visit Yoongi in his garage, is it really so bad? Word count: 11.3K | Read → chapter seven

🍃Extras🍃

🍃Winter special Summary: You’re in labor and live outside of the city, and it just happens to be Christmas time, there’s a lot of snow. Will you and Yoongi be able to make it to the hospital before your baby arrives? OR– The one where Yoongi fucks you into labor and crashes the car. Word count: 10.3K | Read → the winter special

Author’s note: Thank you so much for reading! 🌸 I appreciate every like, comment and reblog, and please don’t be afraid to let me know what you think; your kind words makes me extremely happy 💜

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jinkookspencil · 2 years

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take off your glasses | jjk

your eyeglasses gave you sight and comfort, but jungkook looked too sexy wearing his....

description/tw/tags: ~2.1k words / jungkook just finished recording his birthday message for jimin.... and he looked too good in glasses / SMUT (minors DNI) / established relationship / y/n is a little insecure

author's note: inspired by two things: jungkook's birthday message to jimin which was so unnecessarily sexy, AND namjoon jokingly told jk "take off your glasses" in an episode of run and something switched inside me at those words... >.< this is so smutty that idk if i feel comfortable enough sharing to the point where i'm actually considering just doing a jk style complete delete of it with time.... we'll see. as always, any feedback is welcome! <3

“Ah, Jiminie will laugh at that,” Jungkook boasts as he put away his phone. “I guess I have to start recording video messages for all my hyungs now.”

“That’s nice of you,” you utter, sat across from him at the desk, head buried in the book you were reading.

“Baby…” It’s Jungkook’s voice only louder and the air around you had shifted, you realize. Looking up from your book, you found Jungkook standing right behind you.

You had been so immersed in your book you never took in Jungkook’s presence that night - and judging by the way he called you and started rubbing your shoulders, he seemed to be getting needy... But as you look up at him, you realize you also never took in how he looked tonight, the weight of it all hitting you all at once. Towering over you, Jungkook’s long hair - which you had always adored - was ruffled as though he played with it, sleeves rolled up to reveal the tattoos on his arm while his chest peeked through a couple of undone buttons, and the thing that got you the most…. he was wearing his glasses…

It shocked you when you found out earlier on in your relationship that Jungkook had poor vision too, since he seemed so perfect. But it also helped you feel more at ease for some weird, unknown reason - like you were glad bad eyesight was yet another thing he understood you on, added to the endless list of shared problems, mindsets, beliefs, and interests that always made your relationship feel safe. Yet, unlike you, he always preferred contacts and only wore glasses rarely around the house. The sight of it - and him - took you by surprise.

“Hey,” you say, taking in the sight of him, your shoulders hunched together.

“Hey,” he laughs at your sudden reaction, as if you hadn’t been in the same room for over an hour after he came home from working late at the studio. “Good book, huh?”

“Glasses,” you point out, tilting your head and ignoring his question. “I like it. You should wear them more often.”

“Thanks, but….eh,” he shrugs. “You know I prefer contacts, but I think I need to give my eyes a break from them...”

“Still, you look…really…good. At least wear them more often around the house, for me?”, you stare up at him through your lashes and flash him a smile, rubbing his arm, unaware of the entire effect that’d have on him.

Jungkook rolls his eyes and pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “Sure, baby,” he says, kissing the top of your head. “But this is a two-way deal, you have to try contacts for me too.”

All you can do is sigh. While Jungkook preferred contacts, you preferred glasses - and for many reasons, as you have made clear to him all the other times he asked you to take them off. Firstly, you were clumsy and the idea of poking at your eyeball regularly felt like a disaster waiting to happen, not to mention it freaked you out, especially the horror stories of people forgetting to take out their contacts. Secondly, someone mentioned once that there were different types and it just seemed like a hassle. And, the biggest reason: glasses helped hide your face. You just never liked the way your face looked. Plus, it didn’t help that your ex once shrieked when you took off your glasses in front of him and told you to keep them on…

Jungkook’s entirely different. He knew you could be insecure, but instead of feeding your insecurities he never passed an opportunity to tell you that you were beautiful and hype you up, whether you were wearing your glasses or not.... the not being while you got ready every day or during sex and really intense make-out sessions when they just kept getting away.

“Jungkook, you know I -“

“I know, but baby, you’re so beautiful,” he resigns. “I wish you knew that. If only you could see yourself the way I see you. Do you at least see the face I make when you take them off while we kiss?!”

“.....I thought it was just because we're in the heat of the moment.”

“Baby…”, he shakes his head, taking yours in his hands. “It’s like that scene in Business Proposal - it’s funny that I get why girls love that scene more than you do. It’s sexy. YOU are sexy.”

You raise your eyebrows at him, looking down in denial and at your outfit, wondering if you wore anything different that drove Jungkook crazy, but it was just one of his t-shirts and your short shorts that he liked.... but it was nothing special.

“Look at me,” he says, a commanding tone in his voice that you couldn’t ignore. “Take off your glasses.”

“If I take off my glasses I can’t look at you, Jungkook,” you say with a sarcastic tone, but Jungkook doesn’t take any of it, bending down until he was a breath away from your face.

“You can now.”

Your hand reaches up to the frames that sat on your face, and the second you take them off Jungkook’s lips meets yours in a kiss.

“Fuck…,” he sighs into your mouth before meeting it again. His arms wrap around you in an embrace, pulling you up and between his legs as he leaned on the desk. His hands squeeze your butt before toying with the hem of the t-shirt you were wearing, taking it off of you the moment you lifted your hands from his shoulders in permission. You wrap your arms over Jungkook’s toned shoulders and around his neck as he felt your back and kissed you - on your lips, your neck, and all over your face. Just as you had gotten lost in his kisses, anticipating where he’d kiss next, his large arms swerve you around until you leaned against the desk and faced him standing between your legs instead.

A smirk appeared on his face at the sound you let out, and in a flash, Jungkook absentmindedly takes off his glasses and pulls you in for a deeper kiss… Yet you’re too stunned to kiss him back well, grab onto him, or even feel him up.

“…Fuck, okay,” you whisper against his lips. “I get it now - that was… so fucking hot, Jungkook.”

“Wh- oh.... I didn’t even realize I did that," you feel him smile against your lips, unknowing if he was sincere or if he planned the entire kiss to get you to understand him.

The image of Jungkook replayed itself in your mind, and with the feeling of his lips and bunny teeth brushing against your lips…. you were about to go insane. You wrap your arms around his neck once again, your hands running through his long hair as you pull him into a kiss and he toys with the hooks of your bra.

When they snap open, he wastes no time reaching for the bra between your bodies and chucking it across the room, unbuttoning and stripping off his own shirt before bending down to kiss your chest. You stare down at him, and when his gaze meets yours, you feel your entire body come alive.

He looked unbelievable and already showed you so much love… You wanted - no, needed, to do the same to him. Reach for Jungkook’s length, you stroke it through his boxers, and, reaching inside them, he grunts as you feel him hard in your hands, only for him to shove your wrist away at the elastic of his underwear.

“Jungkook… let me feel you,” you moan against his face, his forehead brushing against yours as he shakes his head.

“Lean back,” he commands, and all you can do is obey, already moving backward to lay on the desk the moment his hands find your shoulders. Jungkook hooked his fingers to your underwear, and after raising your hips for him to swiftly pull them off of you, you lift your legs to wrap them around his body…. but he separates them.

“No….,” he says “You won’t be able to see me, but I’ll make sure you feel me.”

His face disappears from view, leaving you nothing but a blurry sight of the ceiling as Jungkook wraps his arms around your thighs. “Fuck, baby.”

The feeling of Jungkook’s tongue clouds every other sensation a human being is capable of, you were unable to register or control even the incredibly loud noises you were both making. He got hungrier as you ruffled his long hair, and when you begin feeling Jungkook’s nose rubbing against your heat, you were unable to hold yourself any longer, letting go of him and yourself. Jungkook continued to lick and taste you, before standing up and leaning over you, removing your hand from your face.

“I missed this face. Did you feel me?,” he whispers against your neck.

“Fuck, did I feel you….,” you reply, catching your breath as Jungkook continued kissing all over your chest as it rose and fell. “But I missed your face too….”

Jungkook snapped at those six words and met you in a kiss, his face remaining millimeters away from yours, even long after he says, “I’m right here, baby,” while you catch your breath.

You try to avert his gaze as he stares into your eyes, but he never lets you, a hand caressing your cheek while the other roamed your body, grazing and scratching at your arms, shoulders, and torso, pinning your arms against the mattress when you tried hiding your face.

“Look at me, baby…..”

When his fingertips took over and his touches got lighter, you were reminded that Jungkook hadn’t had enough… and you didn’t either.

“Ready?”, he hummed against your lips before you nod.

Jungkook kissed you on the cheek before he got up and on top of you, his gaze never breaking even as he aligned himself with your entrance. You only caught glimpses of Jungkook’s focused, aroused face, his necklace dangling over you and blocking your sight, at which your hand leaves his shoulder and grabs his neck, holding both Jungkook and his necklace in place.

“Ffuck,” he moans.

The sight of him in a flustered rush did the same to you, and Jungkook closed his eyes as he picked up his pace, bending down to kiss your body. Topped with Jungkook’s murmurs of “Beautiful”, “My beautiful girl”, “Baby”, and countless other curses and moans, the sensations were overwhelming, and all you could do was cover your face with your arm as you neared your high, but a firm grip attaches itself to your wrist and pins your arm above your head.

“No, baby,” Jungkook heaves. “I - want to see you.”

Almost in obedience, your body responds with just what he wants as he watches you come undone, doing the same at the sight of you. Jungkook catches his breath and returns to normal before you do, kissing your chest as it slowed its movements while you caught up to him.

“My beautiful, baby,” he murmurs against your tummy, moaning when you run your fingers through his hair before he stood up and pulled you up. He brushes away any hair from your face and tucks loose strands behind your ear, his fingers finally resting on your temple and your chin. “This is my favorite face.”

Jungkook nears, tilting your head downwards and kissing your forehead, just above your eyebrows, before kissing your eyelids, nose, and lips one final time.

“I'll get you cleaned up, baby, then let’s move to the bed and stare at each other all night,” he smiles, holding your face in his hands.

You can’t help but giggle. “Sounds like a plan. Can you do it all night though? We both know you pass out so easily.”

“Yeah…. I always sleep after you, you know?”

“What?!”

“I don’t sleep that early! I watch you sleep a little,” he strokes your shoulder. “Then, when I feel you asleep and relaxed against me… when I see your face, so bare and peaceful, so close to me…. It relaxes me and I go to sleep.”

“You watch me like that scene in Twilight?!”

“I do,” he laughs. “Can you blame me? I’m fucking in love with you, beautiful.”

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adonis-koo · 1 year

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sweet nothing • 5

(In which he is most definitely sick)

↳ Description: being a guest at the Jeon Estate after a mishap of being kidnapped and dragged into your brothers affairs isn’t all that bad. Truth be told it brings you a lot closer to the mobster and owner of the estate Jeon Jungkook himself.

His two rules are simple, don’t cause trouble and don’t give him a hard time. Somehow you manage to constantly do both in the most endearing way despite being pregnant and waddling around most of the time.

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/reader, ???/reader

↳ Genre: slice of life AU, mafia!AU, pregnancy, there’s like…a little bit of a plot but not a lot, future smut? maybe? it's very domestic!

Word Count: 2k

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Note: I'm back AGAIN, simply because I can't get enough of these two!!! they're my life line these days tbh! i know I said there wasn't a lot of plot to this BUT....theres definitely some plot if you squint

“Are you sick?”

Jungkook looked horrendous, it was evident he hadn’t showered yet, as his hair was somewhat oily, wild and unbrushed, his voice was raspy and the moment he greeted you good morning, it was evident he was congested.

“I don’t get sick.” Jungkook replied, but his voice alone gave away the discomfort he was feeling, he sat at the small table attempting to eat but after two bites and the pure agony of attempting to swallow, he gave up.

Your lips parted before closing once more, a sigh escaping you, “If only that were the case,” this had been your concern since he had come home late a few days ago, soaked to the bone and freezing cold.

Yesterday when he had taken you out you noticed he had been sniffling, but aside from that he sounded totally find, today he looks like he had been hit with a car.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, “I have three board meetings today, a stack of paper work in my office that needs to be signed and a deal tonight at the Red Light, I can’t afford to be sick.”

“Jungkook,” You chastised softly, “Do you even hear yourself? I don’t think anybody is gonna want to be around you when you sound like that. What are your symptoms?”

“I’m not-”

“Yes you are!” You spoke over him, your expression shifting into anger at his stubbornness, “whether you like it or not! You’re sick. Now tell me so I can figure out whether I need Jimin to call the doctor or not.”

Jungkook groaned as he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms in thought before he reluctantly spoke, “My throat feels like it’s on fire. Even speaking feels like I’m swallowing a dagger.”

“And I have a massive headache,” He ushered softly, eyes closing as he rubbed his head.

Your expression softened once more, “Why don’t you go lay down? I’ll call for Jimin to get the doctor and make sure you’re alright,”

“I am alright.” Jungkook replied, puffed up at your words, one glare however shut him up.

He tiredly blinked as he sunk into his seat, “I can’t just take the day off.”

“Then do what you can from bed.” You said with a frown, “But you’ll make others sick and yourself worse if you go out today.”

He said nothing got a long moment before he shook his head and got out of his chair, your eyes followed him across the room until he left, somewhat surprised at his lack of argument.

Yeonjun who had been digging through a folder off to the side briefly glanced up to the closed door and then to you, “That’s a first.”

“Pardon?” You asked.

He smiled, “Jungkook letting someone boss him around. It’s a rather nice change of pace.”

You scratched your cheek, uncertain of how to take the his words, your lack of reply only made Yeonjun continue though, “Y’know he used to..,” He cut himself off, as if realizing it wasn’t his place to meddle, “Sorry, I won’t bring it up. I’m sure neither of you want to dig up the past.”

The past…You gave a sad smile, picking at your food, “It’s alright, there’s nothing to dig up, Jungkook was a nice acquaintance back before I was pregnant, if you could even call him that. Nothing more…Yoongi is his partner, right?”

Yeonjun frowned, looking away warily before he eventually nodded, “You’ve met?”

You shook your head, “Only once, a long time ago, informally might I add.”

“Do you want me to ring for Jimin?” Yeonjun decided to change the subject, “That way you can finish eating?”

You nodded with a grateful smile, “Yes! That would be quite helpful.”

Jungkook looked downright annoyed as the doctor poked and prodded at him before he had finally come to a conclusion.

Turning to you as it was evident Jungkook was not in a good mood, “The good news is that it’s only a case of tonsillitis.”

You sighed in relief before you asked, “Is there bad news?”

“It’s a bacterial infection, so we’ll need to put him on antibiotics. Lots of rest and warm, soft foods will help, he should be better in a few days at most once the antibiotics are in his system.” The doctor gave a warm smile.

“Few days?” Jungkook’s brows pinched together in annoyance.

“I’ll be sure to keep him rested.” You cut over him with a smile, “Thank you Doctor Choi.”

“Of course Y/n, I will see you on Friday for your check up.” He gave a short bow before existing the room.

“I can’t be in bed for a few days!” Jungkook immediately piped up, though you didn’t miss the slight wince in expression at the obvious pain he was feeling.

“Doctors orders.” You gave him a sweet smile as you held your hands up.

He slumped back, glaring through his bangs at nothing in particular, “Can you at least get my laptop?”

You let out a noise of amusement as you stood up, one hand on your stomach, the other on your dully aching back, “I didn’t realize having strep throat made your legs not work.”

“You want me in bed or not?”

“I’m going, I’m going.” You giggled as you waddled out of the room and into the open space of his office, digging through paperwork you made sure nothing was messed up, before finding his laptop charger and eventually finding the source as well.

Opening the cracked door to his room however you smiled softly as the sight of him laid back down, knocked out once again, a soft snore even escaping him as you tutted, walking over you set his laptop on his nightstand before tenderly pulling his covers back over his shoulder.

His expression looked so delicate when he was asleep, lips parted slightly and brows relaxed, tenderly you brushed your fingers through his hair before catching yourself.

Your hand snapping back to your chest as if it had been burned, swallowing hard you shook your head, you had been thinking about the past a lot more these days.

You couldn’t help but wonder if Jungkook did the same.

Frowning you shook your head before you exited his room, there was no point dwelling on the what-if’s after all.

Most of the day had gone by quietly, there was something different about the estate when Jungkook was home, even if he was sleeping away or working in his room, his energy still filled the air and brought a comforting feeling to whatever you did.

Eventually the afternoon passed and an idea had overtaken you.

“What are you doing?” Yeonjun paused at the door as he cocked his head to the side, brimming with curiosity.

You turned towards Yeonjun with a grin, “You can’t tell Jungkook.”

He sighed, “I hate when you start a sentence with that.”

You pouted, “I’m making him soup!”

Yeonjun looked relieved, “Oh…okay, better than I anticipated, it does smell good here.” He glanced around the empty kitchen, “But the kitchen staff are already preparing supper.”

You crossed your arms once more, “Well, that doesn’t change that I’m making him something to eat. There’s nothing like home cooking when you’re sick!”

Yeonjun held up his hands, “If it’s from you I’m sure he’ll love it….” He shuffled closer before peering over your shoulder, “Will there be extra?”

“Are you asking for a bowl?” You grinned.

“Only if there’s extra.”

“There’s plenty.” You replied with an excited smile, giving a little happy dance as you grabbed a set of bowls, proudly pouring your soup before handing one to Yeonjun who looked like a little kid snatching it from your hands.

Setting the other bowl on a tray you tided it up with a nice hot ginger plum tea and a few napkins, “Tell me how it tastes! I’m gonna run this up to his room.”

“Don’t you want some?” Yeonjun had already grabbed a spoon, slurping noodles.

You grimaced, “Honestly the taste of chicken broth makes me wanna vomit, back when I had morning sickness the smell alone had me gagging.”

“That’s a shame because this is honestly the best soup I’ve ever had- second actually,” Yeonjun smiled at his bowl, “Reminds me of my mom’s when I was sick as a kid.”

You only smiled at his words before briefly glancing down at your stomach, large and round, you could only hope you’d make the best soup your baby would love one day.

“Well nothing can beat mom’s soup, hopefully it’ll be second best for Jungkook too.” You laughed a little as you walked past Yeonjun, carefully holding the tray.

You didn’t know much about Jungkook, truthfully, sure you had talked pre-pregnancy, but it always…you huffed, shaking your head.

This had been happening more frequently, memories of the past would surface and you’d have to shove them back down, the past was the past for a reason. You could only assume they kept coming up because well…

It was Jungkook.

Knocking on his door you heard a scratchy ‘come in’ before opening the door.

Jungkook was sat up in bed, looking tired as he typed away on his laptop, eyes dragging towards you before you noticed them brighten just a little.

His eyes then dropped to the tray before he stiffened, “Why are you carrying that?”

“I can-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before Jungkook had already gotten out of bed, swaggering up to you before grabbing the tray.

“Ask Yeonjun next time.” It was difficult to take his chided words serious when he was rasping this hard, a wince visible on his face as he continued, “If you drop that-”

“How many times do I have to tell you,” You huffed, “I’m pregnant, not dying.” Your expression softened a little as a small smile tugged on your lips at the sight of his floppy bangs covering his eyes in a sulky manner, “Lay back down, I made you something to sip on. I always loved warm broth when I was younger.”

Jungkook set the tray on his nightstand as he sat back down at the edge of the bed, staring down at the steaming bowl, his expression nonpulsed for a long moment.

“You do like soup right?” You shuffled a little nervous at his quietness.

“Who the fuck doesn’t like soup?” He quipped, “I just…” He glanced away, “You didn’t have to do that…”

“Of course I did!” You replied immediately, “If I don’t then who will?”

Jungkook parted his lips before closing them, sighing but not saying anything else as he propped his nightstand up, it extended upwards before turning towards him, he paused before taking a sip, “Well don’t just stand there.”

You glanced around the room, not much had changed, a few chairs still against the wall, a particular spot open to the wall, opposite to a mirror on the other side of the room hanging.

“Have you considered redecorating?” You asked as you rounded the bed, choosing to sit beside him on the empty side.

Groaning you rested your back against the headboard as your hands dropped to your stomach.

Jungkook shrugged beside you, “Not much reason too. I thought it looked fine.”

He plopped the spoon in his mouth as his eyes shut. He was never a very expressive person, but there was something about that satisfied look on his face that made you smile.

“It’s alright, it's just…” You trailed off, suddenly feeling as though you weren’t as ready to have this conversation as you thought you were.

“Just what?” Jungkook’s brows furrowed.

You forced a smile as you shook your head, “Nothing.”

The same way you last remembered it.

You glanced at the that small open space of the wall between both the chairs, how cold it felt against your back when…

Jungkook could obviously sense the uncomfortable silence, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“The soup.”

A somewhat hesitant smile tugged on your lips, “Of course. I’m…” Your smile became disheartened as you stood up, “I’m gonna start preparing for bed, you should get some more rest.”

Jungkook frowned but said nothing, though it looked like he wanted to, he only nodded.

You left his room feeling your feet drag as you closed your eyes, this feeling was something you were used to when it came to him.

This feeling of always dancing around one another, never talking about the tension in the room, except now it was even more evident then before.

You’d have to talk about it eventually.

I forgot all about my tags last chapter so I apologize!

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taleasnewastime · 6 months

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All that remains | Part 1

[ PART THREE TO GROWING PAINS ]

Summary: You betrayed them all, acted on your own selfishness; will Jimin ever forgive you?

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Genre: Unrequited love; brothers’ best friend; slow burn; mafia au; angst

Word count: 7.4k

Warnings: Angsty feelings, unrequited feelings, mentions of death, blood, depression, mentions of a slight alcohol problem, drinking alcohol, feelings of being alone and isolated

Authors note: Sorry this has taken so long, and thank you for sticking around and waiting for this. Not as long as others in the series but there is more to come! Possibly a slow start but I promise that there is lots more to come and things will start heating up in no time. Part 2 won't take as long!!

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THREE MONTHS AND TWELVE DAYS LATER

The cold hits you as you exit the café. Turning, you lock the door, checking you’ve remembered to turn all the lights off. You managed to get this job not long after everything fell apart, climbing up to assistant manager quickly. It’s not your dream job, not the best pay and you could definitely get something better, but the job isn’t stressful, you don’t mind the people, it pays the bills and it’s all you need right now. You don’t want to lose this job because you forgot to turn the lights off.

The evening is dark. Beams of light coming from the streetlights. The weather’s turning cold, but you’re thankful it’s not raining like it does seemingly every day recently. It’s reflecting your mood. Dark, moody, just generally down. There are few days at the moment when you feel happy.

It’s been months since the police raid, tipped off by you with enough solid evidence to bring the organisation down. Months since your brother got locked away. Months since your whole life changed. Months since you betrayed everyone who raised you.

It’s just you and Jungkook now. The two of you supporting yourselves. In the same city just in a different part to the house you were raised in. The two of you barely scrapping by.

Oh, and Jimin.

Not working, hardly talking and barely showing his face. You and Jungkook working to support three, like some dysfunctional family. You’re struggling, only just keeping your heads above water. The flat you live in is old and cold, just enough space to squeeze the three of you in. On the sixth floor of a building with no elevator. Your neighbour’s people who the government have forgotten. People living on the margins, with little education and hardly any income, people just trying to survive like you, many of them people you’d avoid at all cost, as dangerous as people you’d meet in the gang only now you hold no status.

You take a breath when you get to the bottom of the steps to your building, mentally preparing for the six flights of steps to come and the lonely flat after that. The damp, the cold, the loneliness, hardly things to look forward to. You hate it, but it’s all you can afford and for the roof it provides you’re happy enough.

“Hello?” You call out into the quiet flat getting no reply.

Unsurprising, though you wonder if you truly are home alone. Jungkook will be out at work, either the personal trainer job or working security at a new club in town. Jimin will probably be holed up in his room doing you don’t know what.

You sigh as you head to the kitchen, routing through the freezer for something to heat up. There are only a few things to eat, nothing exciting but you’re too tired to cook anything.

Life isn’t any better, it’s not any easier, it’s not sunshine and rainbows. Your plan worked. Now you just need to try and get on with life. You knew this would be the outcome, you didn’t expect a life of luxury, you just didn’t quite expect this. The quietness. The monotonous days. The barely scraping by. The loneliness.

It’s been months since everything went down. Months since you ratted to the police, used your leverage in the gang to bring them down. You backstabbed them all, just like they did to you all those years ago. And while your plan paid off, you got what you wanted, you don’t feel complete satisfaction.

It was never something you planned. Or at least you never sat down and plotted it all out. The idea itself manifested over the years, grew from a simple conversation. It was never something you thought you’d do, more a fantasy than reality.

It was Jungkook’s idea originally. A seed he planted in your mind that grew the more distance you had, the longer you had to think it over.

You felt so alone, for so long and then Jungkook appeared. Seeped into your life so thoroughly that you no longer felt as lonely. You’d never trusted anyone enough to tell them your story, but for some reason Jungkook was different. Maybe it was because he was from a similar background, maybe it was because he made you feel less alone or maybe it was just as simple as him listening to you. Whatever it was, piece by piece, it all started to come out of you. Slowly at first, and then one night when you’d had a little bit too much to drink, all at once.

It was Jungkook that planted the seed, a mere comment about how he heard a company going down because of a whistle-blower. The CEO was bullying its staff, guilt tripping them into staying later than they should and never being happy with the outcome of work. Not comparable to your gang or situation at all. But it was that comment that blossomed everything.

For months that turned into years you mulled over the thought. Whistle-blower. Someone on the inside who knows everything that’s going on and reports it. Reports wrongdoings. Can take down the company with mere words.

Your bitterness rotted over time to hatred which quickly turned to vengeance. The fact you had little contact with anyone only made it worse. Sure, it was your father who instigated it, but you’d have thought there would be one person on your side. And even though your brother contacted you, it was so infrequent with so little information that it felt like he needn’t have bothered. It felt like he was doing it as another job, contacting you because he had to not because he wanted to. You resented him; for having it all, for not helping you, for letting you leave, for not standing up to your father.

Whistle-blower. A much nicer word than grass, snitch or rat. Just a word, but a word that made you think maybe you could do it.

You knew so much. And yet part of you knew you’d never do it.

And then you got the call, your father was dead.

Even as you flew back home, the thought still in your mind, you didn’t think you’d go through with it. The funeral was cold, everyone avoiding you as if you were infected. Your meeting with Yoongi didn’t make you feel any better. He wanted proof, wanted you to show he could trust you as if everything you had done up until that point wasn’t enough. Your whole life was to appease them, everything you did was to make them happy. And it was then that you realised that nothing you could do would be good enough. Even if you gave Yoongi proof you doubted he would ever truly welcome you into the family.

Hearing Jimin scream about wanting you out only sealed the deal. If they didn’t want you, you’d show them where they could stick it, show them how strong you could be.

You knew they would be arrogant enough to think you’d want back in, that you’d do anything if it meant you’d get your place alongside them. All you needed to do was play along. Because who wouldn’t want to be part of what they had? No matter how they treated you, no matter how you grew, they’d always think your feelings would remain the same.

But you did grow, you did change. And you realised Jimin was right. The gang wasn’t what you dreamed it was. It wasn’t your family, it wasn’t the only option you had. It didn’t want you. And now you didn’t want it.

Jungkook did most of the work because you weren’t stupid enough to be meeting the police when you were supposed to be looking into your father’s death. He did other things when he drifted off in the mornings on his own, but a lot of the time he was feeding information and planning how best to raid the gang. It was you who suggested that if you found out who the killer was you could line it all up, get the confrontation to be in a place the police could surround.

You knew it was a risk, had been told by everyone who knew what you were doing that it was a risk. They wouldn’t be able to get them all and even if they did, they wouldn’t charge them all. People would know it was you or would be able to connect the dots given long enough. It was a risk to your life and yet you still decided to do it.

After it all went down, the police gave you protection for a bit. Helped get you onto your feet, some money so you could afford a small but relatively safe flat and a rotation of plain clothed officers outside. But when weeks went by with no threats they were quick to decide it was a waste of their money and resources and you were safe. Sure, you helped them, you were key in them getting the evidence to bring the gang down. But the deal was always two sided, they always knew that there was something in it for you, even if that was some sick satisfaction in bringing down your own family.

Is it worse that you did all of this because of revenge, or would it have been worse if you’d been paid off by the police to do it?

And now it’s all done.

But was it worth it? All you have now is a crappy flat you share with Jungkook who you hardly see and Jimin who actively avoids you. A job that barely gets you by. A brother in jail because you put him there. A guilt that will stay with you forever.

No family, barely any friends. You’ve never felt so lonely.

Eyes still half closed from sleep; you look up to wish Jungkook a good morning. Only when you look up it’s not Jungkook you see.

The clattering and movement you heard was Jimin. The guy that lives with you but that you’ve only seen in passing or heard through walls in the past month. Now stood in front of you. Just like you he’s stood staring back at you, only rather than the shock and spark of joy you feel in seeing him, he only looks mildly annoyed back at you.

“Hi,” you say after a long pause, voice breathy even as you try to act normal.

He doesn’t reply, just stares at you for a second more before twisting to look back at the coffee he was making.

Ok, you think, taking a breath before you walk further into the room. The joy still remains, just a little dampened.

“Did you want food with that?” You ask. “I brought some pastries home yesterday from the café. They’re in the bread bin.”

You’re not even sure Jimin’s aware you work in a café, that that’s the wage that’s keeping you all a float, or at least is with the help of Jungkook. And now, Jimin doesn’t say anything or do anything to suggest he cares. His back muscles tense below his top, his shoulders hunched and his face looking resolutely down at the coffee machine.

Deciding he’s not going to give you anything else you move to the bread bin of your own accord. You know he hates you, know he’s probably wishing he weren’t here right now, but he is and you’re not going to let the opportunity pass.

“Well, I’m going to have one,” you mutter, still putting fake happiness into your tone as if to try and prove that this situation isn’t bothering you.

Your eyes keep flicking to Jimin when he’s no longer in your direct line of site. You can still hear him making the coffee and yet you’re worried he’ll disappear into thin air. You can’t blame him for the way he’s acting, part of you is annoyed at him, still hates him and yet you’re worried about him. It’s not good for him to be cooped up for so long, it’s not normal nor healthy. And yet you can’t get him to even look at you.

You wish Jungkook were here. He’d know what to do or say. And maybe Jimin would talk to him.

Pulling two plates out, you place a pastry on each. Awkwardly you turn and place one of them between you and Jimin. It’s not close to him, he’ll have to reach out and get it if he wants it. Worse than that, you imagine, is that he’ll have to turn back in your direction.

Sighing, the happiness getting harder to keep hold of, you decide that it’s not worth sticking around for. He doesn’t want you here. If you can give him anything, then at least you can do that.

“I’ll just,” you mutter, pausing only for a second before grabbing your plate and shuffling to the door. Words you want to say get lodged in your throat and you have to force yourself not to look back at him.

Maybe he is better off without you.

“The usual?”

A smile threatens to lift on the man’s lips. “Do I come here that often?”

“I think the question should be, am I that predictable?”

The man chuckles, his eyes dancing away from you before coming back when he’s controlled the noise. “Well, I already know the answer to that.”

“Black coffee and a croissant then?”

He hums, his eyes going to the counter which holds all the cakes as you start to type in his order.

“Which is your favourite?”

You pause and look at him, he waits with that same smile on his lips. You find your own eyes going to the cakes. No one’s asked that before, no one’s particularly interested in you. Sure, customers ask you questions and take an interest but there’s something about this guy. It’s not weird, just … different.

“Uh,” you pause, trying to keep the smile on your lips. “I like the lemon drizzle.”

He smiles at you, again not weird but something about it makes you uneasy. Especially when he just smiles and doesn’t say anything. You put it down to be an odd customer, maybe he’s lonely. Or maybe it’s you. So unused to someone being interested in you that you’re putting the blame on him rather than on yourself.

He moves to the end of the counter and watches as you prepare his coffee and then pick out a croissant.

“Here you go,” you plaster a smile on your lips as you hand over his coffee and pastry.

“Thanks, Y/N,” he says, eyes darting to your name badge and back.

You heart stutters as you watch him leave. Just a harmless man but you always read into things since leaving. Everyone you meet knows who you are, everyone who looks at you the wrong way wants you dead. Despite leaving the gang in your past, you can’t help but still live that way. Always defensive, always thinking the worst in people. You wonder if you’ll ever be able to shake it off.

“I have an idea,” Jungkook says it casually, but you can hear the note of edge in his voice. He’s expecting you to ask what the idea is but when you don’t enquire he’s forced to carry on. “So, uh, Colin at work mentioned that Ed might be leaving because his ex-contacted him, the one that moved to Scotland, and they were asking if –” Jungkook cuts himself off when he sees your face, realising he’s giving too much detail and not getting to the point. “Anyway, Ed’s leaving so I mentioned to my manager that I might know someone who’d be good for the job.”

You still don’t speak, you think you know what he’s saying from this, but you want to hear him spell it out. For a few seconds there’s a stalemate of silence, Jungkook not wanting to spell it out, you not wanting to assume.

“He needs to get out of the house, he needs to do something,” he’s finally turned to look at you, giving you his full attention.

“You don’t need to plead with me,” you say earning an eye roll. “He’s not going to take it.”

There’s a pause and when Jungkook talks his tone is hesitant, “but, you’ll still ask?”

You can read the meaning behind the words, you caused this, you need to sort it out. There’s no way to argue with that. You did create this mess and you dragged Jungkook into it. He’s at least done something to try and help out. It sounds like you have to do the rest.

“We can’t keep living like this. Only the two of us supporting all three of us. Only just scraping by. He needs to pull his –”

“I get it,” you cut him off. Gritting your teeth, you force your lips into a smile as you narrow your eyes at him. “I’ll ask.”

Jungkook waits, sizes you up as if he can read whether you’re going to do it or not. You’re not sure when your relationship became like this, stilted, forced. Maybe in the gaps between seeing each other. Or maybe when you dragged him over here just to blow everything up. Or maybe it was when he felt the expectation not to leave you, to stay with you and help you through this mess, ruining his own life as well as your own.

You miss him. But just like everything else in your life right now, you don’t know what to do to get him back. You can barely keep your own head above water, how are you supposed to think of anything else?

Taking a small breath, loosening your face so you’re not so tense, you say in a voice that’s more certain, “I’ll ask him.”

Jungkook’s features soften the same way yours do. He nods before walking towards you.

“He’ll come around,” he says, hand going to your shoulder and squeezing gently. “I’ll see you later.”

You swallow, nod even though he’s not looking at you and then mutter, “have a nice day.”

You don’t want to do this. Really don’t want to do this.

It’s just a door. All you have to do is reach a hand out, form a fist and knock. Simple. But it’s who might come to the door that terrifies you, what they might do when they answer the door, or more what they won’t do.

Taking a breath, you knock on the door.

You hear the footsteps, your heart pounding to the same beat they walk. It doesn’t take long for the door to open, Jimin stood staring expectantly at you. Voice caught in your throat it’s him that breaks the silence.

“Want a squash?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer, just brushes past you leaving you standing outside his door. Heart still pounding, blood swirling in your ears you take a second before following. Jimin’s already pouring an inch of squash into a pint glass when you get to the kitchen, no sight of a glass for you.

Stood like a spare part you watch Jimin’s back as he fills his glass with water and then takes a long gulp. Feeling awkward and conscious that you left this conversation until the last possible moment before you need to go to work, you head to the fridge. Almost unseeing you pick out the first thing your fingers land on.

Hip leaning on the counter, Jimin’s dark eyes follow you as you walk around the room, first for a plate, then for a chair at the small breakfast bar that couples as the only place to eat in the flat.

“You wanted to tell me something?” He asks the second you take your first bite of food.

Chewing slowly, you mull over the words while also not wanting to give him too much time to walk out and not speak to you again. It’s the first time it’s occurred to you that maybe Jimin already knows what this is about. It’s a small flat, the walls not exactly thick and you and Jungkook weren’t being careful to stop him overhearing the other day. The fact he might already know what you’re about to suggest only makes you more nervous.

“Jungkook mentioned there’s a job going at his place,” you speak to your food rather than Jimin but when he doesn’t reply you flick your eyes to look up at him.

The glass of squash is empty on the counter next to him. His arms crossed against his chest. His face still broody and eyes half lidded looking at you. You fight the urge to look away from him. There was once a time you took down a whole gang. You can take on Jimin.

“The hours aren’t ideal, but the pays ok,” your voice comes out steady, you’ve always been good at hiding your true feelings behind a mask of indifference. “Jungkook thinks he can get it for you, but he wanted to ask –”

“So why didn’t he?”

It surprises you, makes your heart ache a little how flatly he says it. Still, you hold yourself together. “Because he’s at work. He asked me to pass the message on.”

He hums, a short, unimpressed noise. A noise that makes you twist to take another bite of food. It tastes like sand in your mouth.

“Would you just say it?” You mutter, the ache caused by your heart making you hot headed. You look back at Jimin seeing it’s his time to be surprised. “You clearly have stuff you want to say. So would you just say it already?”

It doesn’t take much convincing. You can see one of his fingers tapping on his crossed arms, his jaw tight.

“You betrayed us, Y/N, why would I ever trust you again?”

“I betrayed you? Jimin, you were the one who always said you wanted out. I got you out.”

“At the cost of my best friend? At the cost of the people who I classed as my family losing everything? At the cost of me losing everything? You think I wanted that?”

It hurts and you don’t point out that he hasn’t lost you, that surely that’s something; because clearly it’s not. Clenching your teeth, you just focus on not showing him your emotions. You didn’t expect your decision to be popular, but you could have let him go down with the rest of them, you thought that would have amounted to something, you thought that would have confirmed some of your feelings you had for him were still there.

“You betrayed your own family, Y/N,” he’s looking at you as if he doesn’t recognise you and it breaks you that much more.

You didn’t want to fight with him. You expected him to be angry with you, to say things that upset you, you just thought you’d be able to take it better than you are. But it all hits you. The emotions long bottled inside you finally come crashing out.

“My family?” You bite, frowning at the words, your hurt boiling down into frustration. “What family, Jimin? Tell me when they ever treated me like family? Was it when they forced me out, or when they refused to welcome me back? Maybe it was when they failed to recognise the fact that even as a woman I could do as much as them?”

He shakes his head but doesn’t reply verbally. It tells you everything. He has no argument against anything you’ve just said. And yet he still defends them.

“I’m not expecting a thank you. I don’t expect you to necessarily forgive me, but come on, you need to move on at some point. I’m doing all of this, giving you a home, the least you can do is contribute a little.” Or just leave, you add in your head.

A nerve ticks in his jaw. Despite his words and the way he now looks at you, you still feel hope. He doesn’t have anywhere to go, but if he hated you that much he could have left by now. He’s not contributing anything to this household, but at least he’s still here.

Still, you worry about him. Despite your words, you don’t want him to leave. You hardly see him, and yet if he wasn’t here you think that would be your breaking point.

“Let me know what you want to do about the job,” you sigh the words as you stand from the table.

Taking the bowl to the sink you place it with the rest of the dirty dishes, knowing you’ll have to clean them later but not having the energy to do it now. With Jungkook working two jobs and Jimin clearly not wanting to be here it always falls on you. You try and not let it get to you but sometimes you wonder if all of this was a mistake. Maybe you should have stayed away. Maybe you should never have come back.

As you turn to leave Jimin speaks, stopping you.

“There’s just one thing I keep wondering,” you wait for him to say it, your features hard so as not to betray your feelings. “Why did you come back for me? Why did you get me out?”

Your focus is on the door rather than him. You’ve been expecting this, not least because you’ve been questioning it yourself. Even Jungkook brings it up at any opportunity he can.

“Because you wanted out,” you say and before you can think better of it, carry on. “And honestly, Jimin, at this point if you don’t know why, then you clearly don’t know me at all.”

Before he can come back with anything you carry on towards the door. You’ve got things you need to be doing, even if Jimin doesn’t, you’re trying to get back into a normal life.

“Let me know if you want that job.”

Your life becomes monotonous. A drag of waking up early to clean the flat, heading off to work and doing long shifts, coming home to a quiet house that is mess of dishes and clothes again, a storm left behind in Jungkook and Jimin’s wake. You don’t berate Jungkook, he’s doing so much for you that you can tolerate cleaning up after him. But some days that thought doesn’t make it any easier. You couldn’t complain to Jimin if you wanted to, still hardly ever see him.

It’s lonely, boring, a life you never thought you’d have. And yet here you are.

You carry on going only because of Jungkook and Jimin. Though you never see them, you feel like you’re why they’re here. If you hate this, then they surely hate it. You caused this, the least you could is not abandon them.

Slowly, you open up to people at work. Enough that you can have small conversations with them on breaks, but not enough that they know anything significant about you. They’re still more co-workers than friends. But it’s nice to have people in your life to talk to even if it is mainly about the weather and their lives.

It’s repetitive. Boring. Lonely. And you start to find the only thing that helps is a glass of wine in the evenings. Not much, but even the small amount of alcohol helps take the edge off. It helps your mind become quieter, helps the day feel less long, helps you actually look forward to something. It helps your heart stop aching. Helps you drift off to sleep a little easier.

“So, uh, I have to tell you something.”

“What?” You ask as you shove the jam covered slice of toast into your mouth, only half listening to Jungkook as you pour a cup of tea.

“Can you sit for a minute?”

“I have to get to the shop for opening.”

“Y/N,” he doesn’t say it sharply, but the tone he uses is still enough to get you to look at him. “It’ll only take a minute. Please, will you just sit?”

It does its job, you finally stop long enough to look at him. You hadn’t realised just how nervous he was. He’s holding it together but you can see it in his tense shoulders and stiff posture. Your nerves peak as you place your toast on a plate and stop pouring your tea. You don’t rush to sit down, your mind whirling with thoughts of what he could possibly be about to tell you.

“You’re worrying me,” you say when Jungkook doesn’t immediately spit it out.

“It’s nothing. Well, it’s not. But it’s good.”

“Ok?”

He pauses, the silence only increasing the sick feeling in your stomach, only increasing the amount of thoughts swimming around your head. You’re about to tell him to hurry up but he beats you to it.

“I met someone,” he rushes to say. “A girl. And she’s asking me to move in with her.”

A wave of emotions run over you. Surprise, since when did that happen? Anger, because moving in with someone is a big thing, which means he must have been hiding this from you for a while. Hurt, that he didn’t talk to you, that he hid this from you. And a sad happiness for him. Because although he looks worried you can see the hope and desire there, he wants your approval for this but worries you won’t give it.

“Who is she?”

“A girl I met at work.”

“And you know her well enough to be moving in together?”

He’s flushed but keeps a straight face. “I met her my first day, but we only started dating a few months ago.”

Months. Your heart drops with the information. Because he never told you about it, because he has more of a life than you, because it only solidifies how lonely you are. He’s your family and he’s only telling you about his girlfriend, someone he likes enough to be moving in with, months after they met. You once would have been the first person he told. He once would have been too excited to keep the information from you. You once would have been too observant for him to even try and hide something like this from you.

And just like that, more walls of your life crumble around you.

Heart beating in your throat you try not to show him your emotions. It’s been easy to hide how depressed you’ve felt recently from him, more because you hardly see him, but you’re also a master at hiding behind a mask. Now, you have to turn away from him to hide your face, a sure fire way to tell him just how you feel.

Predictably, you hear him take a step in your direction, “it won’t change –”

“I know,” you curse your tight throat as another give away.

“I’ll come back all the time,” he adds. “I can still help you with bills.”

“Don’t be stupid,” you say before taking a deep breath and looking back at him, forcing a smile onto your lips. “I’m happy for you.”

He doesn’t look convinced. But before he can continue to protest you carry on.

“You don’t need my permission.”

“But I’d like it,” he says, slipping into your old roles. “There’s not enough room for me here and we can’t all live here together forever. But I also don’t want to leave you here. I know you’re struggling but we all need to move on from what’s happened.”

Move on from the mess you made. Move on from the betrayal. If everything had gone to plan you would have moved on, or at least Jungkook would have. Jimin would have been behind bars. You would have been on your own wallowing the same way you are now. Maybe there was a small part of you that hoped you’d be able to move on too, to make something of yourself, to start a new life. But a large part of you knew this would be your life. You at least imagined you’d be able to pretend, push your thoughts down deep, try to not think of your brother and Jimin locked up all day, of Jungkook moving on.

Jungkook has only stuck around so long because you changed plans, because you went back for Jimin. Jungkook deserves to go live his life.

“You think leaving me and Jimin here alone is a good thing?” You feel guilty as soon as you say the words.

He shrugs, avoids your eyes as he says, “maybe it’ll help bring you closer.”

You glare at him. “He barely leaves his room.”

“Maybe you should force him out a bit more.”

“And how am I supposed to do that?”

You regret the words instantly, but even though Jungkook has time to flash you a cheeky smile, you don’t have time to interrupt him before he says, “I can think of several things that you could do to get Jimin out of that room.”

“Gross,” you say flatly, pushing past him. “If you’re saying all of this to get me to tell you to leave, it’s working.”

There’s a small chuckle behind you, but there’s no smile on your lips now. Your heart still thumps in your throat.

You’re happy for him, really you are. It’s just sad. You can’t help but feel like everyone’s slipping away from you.

It’s no good, with Jungkook gone it fixes nothing between you and Jimin.

Jungkook visits still but it’s not the same. While he’s getting on with his life, creating something new, you’re still stuck. In a different place, under different circumstances but going nowhere. And now you don’t have anyone.

You grow lonelier. Hardly seeing anyone besides the people at work. Inside your own head more only makes things worse. Gives you time to remember how things used to be, how different it is now. It makes you remember the smiles. Because life wasn’t always bad, there were good times.

And you ruined it all.

You brought this on you. You couldn’t get over the fact your family didn’t want you and you destroyed it for everyone. There’s no pretending that there wasn’t good from it, that you were helping people as much as ruining many people’s lives. But it was selfish, you did it all for you. And now you can’t help but wonder if it was worth it.

To be in this tiny flat, barely getting by. With Jungkook moved out and moving on. Hardly seeing Jimin, the little you do he says little and avoids your gaze. Your brother in jail. You have no one.

And still you get up every day. Still you clean and cook and go to work. You try to carry on with your life as best you can. Try to push the bad thoughts away. Try and pretend life is normal.

Jimin’s door is open when you get home. It feels like slow motion as you walk to the door frame and creak open the door and peer in. Empty.

This is it, you think, he’s finally left me.

Your eyes glance around the small room. A single bed, blue sheets crisp and neatly tucked in. Cream shades pulled down over the window to block the night out. A wooden chest of draws leaving enough room to shuffle between it and the bed. A small desk, only big enough for a lamp and laptop. No personality. No indication of who lives here. No attachment, ready to be left at the drop of a hat.

He wouldn’t leave, would he? Part of you thinks he would. But the other part thinks of his room, all of his stuff still sat in there and thinks he wouldn’t leave without it. Another part hopes he wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye.

Maybe he’s just gone out, the first time you’ve caught him doing that, you expect because he only ever risks leaving his room when he knows he won’t see you. But Jungkook text you earlier letting you know Jimin finally accepted the job, so maybe this is the start of him getting back into himself.

You know it’s your insecurities talking. Because though you don’t doubt Jimin doesn’t wants to be here, you also know he has nowhere else to go. He doesn’t have the money from his job yet, he’s still having to rely on you.

You walk back to the kitchen, get as far as opening the fridge to see what you can find to eat for tea. But you stop there. A thought occurs to you.

It’s stupid really. He’s probably just gone out for food or to the pub. But you can’t stop thinking about it when the thought occurs.

What if he’s on the roof?

He won’t be. And even if he is what would that mean? That he wanted some fresh air probably. But he won’t even be there.

You take a box of leftovers out of the fridge walk over and place it by the microwave but get no further.

What if he’s on the roof?

The thought takes you over enough that you end up forgetting about food and instead head to the front door again. You don’t even put your coat on as you head up the stairs rather than down them. You feel a little out of breath when you reach the steel door at the top. Pausing you take a breath, try to wrangle your thumping heart into a box, settle your expectations so that you won’t be disappointed.

The door feels cold as you push it open. Your heart plumets when you first see empty space, but then soars when you see a figure huddled off to the side. You can’t stop the words escaping your mouth.

“Thought I’d find you here.”

Jimin looks across at you, his eyes are heavy and make him look like he’s had little sleep. His smile is small and compared to his normal smile does nothing to light up his face. But it’s still a smile.

“It’s not quite the same as our roof.”

Our roof. The words make your breath catch in your throat. Looking out at the night to hide your emotions at the words you walk towards him until you can rest on the ledge next to him.

“The views not as good,” you agree after a few seconds of silence.

He hums in reply, a silence falling over the two of you. It’s not just the view that’s different, it’s everything. The silence eats at you in a way it never has before when you’ve been with Jimin. He’s lost his spark and you can’t help but blame yourself for that. You’ve changed his life, whether or not it’s for the better you made such a monumental decision on his behalf without considering how it might affect him. While you’re in no doubt he would have done the same for you, you can’t help but let the decision eat away at you. Should you have done it? Would it be better if you hadn’t dragged him away under false pretence? Would it be easier for him to hate you if he wasn’t sat next to you?

“Jungkook told me you’d accepted the job at the club,” you say meekly, not wanting to rock the boat too much. “I’m happy for you.”

Jimin doesn’t respond, doesn’t hum or nod like he normally does when you talk to him these days. And like always you try and pretend it doesn’t hurt you.

“And hey, maybe it’ll mean you can start paying towards the bills.”

As soon as the words leave your lips you regret them. Even though you say them in a light-hearted tone, clearly as a joke, you know Jimin won’t hear it that way. He’s probably thinking that you mean it, that you want him to give you money, that you want him gone. All of which is the opposite of what you want.

“Sorry I –”

“No,” he cuts you off with a mutter. “You’re right, I should be doing more.”

Well shit.

That was the last thing you expected him to say, which effectively stops your brain from coming up with any other words.

The two of you stand in silence looking out at the city. The noise of the road and some young people shouting and laughing reaches you from the street below. Part of you hates this, but another part doesn’t want to do anything to stop it. At least Jimin’s here. At least you’re not entirely alone. At least you’re not fighting.

“I went to see Yoongi.”

Your head snaps his way. When did he do that? How had he done that? The questions forms in your head but your mouth is unable to create the words. Jimin doesn’t look at you, his features not showing any emotions. He’s impossible to read. But, despite your silence, he must know what questions you want to ask as he goes on to answer them all.

“I found out where they locked him up and requested visitation. I wasn’t expecting it to be accepted, I thought the second they had him they’d throw away the key. It took a few weeks, but my request was accepted.”

Your breath becomes laboured. Your brain working faster than Jimin can get the words out, trying to second guess what he’s going to say.

In the pause after his words he finally turns to look at you. His eyes dart around your face as if trying to remember you. You wait, give him time to say whatever it is he’s thinking. Your heart hoping, but your mind reminding you how much you’ve hoped in the past and how every time Jimin’s let you down.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Now it’s you avoiding his face. The words, the way he says them and the gentle yet pained look on his face makes your throat dry. You can’t answer him. You don’t know what he wants you to say, because even if you had an answer, you don’t know how it would make it better.

“You let me think this whole time you’d locked him up,” he carries on. “But you made a plea deal for him.”

It’s not a question but you still find yourself nodding in confirmation.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He repeats.

“I wasn’t sure he’d accept the deal,” you say, not the real answer. After a beat you add, “would it have changed anything?”

“Maybe,” he mutters but you know it’s a lie. It wouldn’t have changed anything, it’s one of the reasons you never said anything.

The silence drags out. Both of you staring out at the world below you, cars honking, people getting on with their lives, buildings standing steady and tall. The world hasn’t changed, it’s still going on. It doesn’t provide any comfort. All these weeks you’ve been struggling, silently getting on with life and Jimin’s been seeing Yoongi and clinging onto your old life, blaming you for everything.

You’ve had enough of it.

“You know,” you say, ignoring the fact that your voice his raspy and full of emotion. “It still hurts that you don’t believe in me. It’s stupid, because you’d think I’d be used to it by now, but you really have a knack for making be me believe you. I could have told you about Yoongi, but would that have changed anything? You’re only saying all this because you feel guilty, but you’ve always thought the bare minimum of me until I’ve proved the opposite. I’ve always had to work for your approval, Jimin, no matter what you want to think. And it’s stupid, but it still breaks me when you automatically think the worst of me. After everything I’ve done to show you the opposite.” You pause, still unable to look at Jimin, unable to see what he must be thinking. “I didn’t know he would accept it,” you mutter, voice once again thick. “I set up the option for him to work with the police, but I didn’t think he’d actually take it.”

You push away from the wall and as you walk away Jimin doesn’t try to stop you. His head twists to look back out across the city, his body slumping a little deeper into the wall as you turn to walk back to the flat.

#jimin fic #jimin x reader #bts fic #jimin fanfic #jimin mafia au

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kaolovess · 7 months

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Hi! I would like to request BTS members reaction to falling in love with their best friend. Thank you 😊

AUTHORS NOTE: 2nd request! I have another one still in my inbox that I have yet to work on, So Jhope dating head cannons might not be out for a while. thank you guys so much for the support! (especially on my last request) Today I reached 10 followers!! honestly, I didn't expect to get this much support! Love you! <3

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BTS REACTION TO FALLING IN LOVE WITH THEIR BEST FRIEND.

JIN:

He wasn’t prepared for it at all, he somehow didn’t find out till he was completely whipped for you. He thought he was stupid. How did he not notice that fuzzy feeling he got in his stomach whenever you hugged him, well just touched him in general? He tried to keep normal for a few days. ( he planned to keep normal for weeks ) but realized hiding his true feelings for you wasn’t a good thing to do, you were his best friend- someone he could always rely on. So he confessed his feelings. He was nervous since he was scared this could ruin your long-term friendship, till you admitted how you felt…

YOONGI :

He was so confused when he realized he was in love with you, Didn’t he completely friend-zone you? For the next few months, he tried to trick himself into thinking that he just thought of you as his best friend, but it didn’t end well. It put a lot of pressure on him, he started to overthink around you, Did you know? Would you hate him? Do you even think of him as a friend? He then soon started to distance himself from you, he just didn’t want to fall in love with you more than he already was. But he realized that distancing wasn’t a good choice, you probably thought you did something wrong. He planned a day to meet up with you so he could confess everything, he felt his face getting red when you said you felt the same way.

JHOPE:

Taken back when he finds out, but wasn’t very surprised, he knew he had been feeling differently around you. But how would he explain this to you? What if you didn’t feel the same way? That would years of friendship down the drain in just minutes. but he knew he would go insane if he had to keep such a secret for years. So how would he tell you? He ended up going to his hyungs and Namjoon for help, he was completely clueless and had no idea what to do. Namjoon gave him some good advice that he decided to follow. The idea? Make a letter so he doesn’t have to face you in person.

NAMJOON:

Would be a while till he finds out about his feelings, due to the fact he kind of ignored the way he felt around you. He just thought it was because of the fact he hadn’t dated in years, He thought it go away after a while. But surprise! It didn’t. He realized that this wasn’t just because of some lack of relationships, he was in love. What was he going to do? You were his best friend since high school who had never shown interest in him. Unlike the other members, he talked with you. He told you how he had feelings and had no idea if you felt the same. ( You guys are now dating 🤭 )

JIMIN :

He realized when you guys were flirting ( as a joke ) all of a sudden it had a big effect on him. he was more confused about how long he had been feeling this way than what he should do. He started to hang out with you a lot more than usual. You shrugged it off thinking it was because he normally doesn’t see you a lot. Jimin, unlike the other members, found it a reason to spend more time with you. But after a few months he knew you were catching on, So the same day you asked me why he was acting in such a way, he confessed.

TAEHYUNG:

Oh this poor thing, It hit him hard. Stood still for at least 3 minutes when he realized. He accepted his feelings though, he knew if he didn’t he would go mentally insane. But how would he even be able to stand next to you, If all he did was think of things that could make you uncomfortable? Taehyung understood that figuring that part out would take a while, so he focused on something else. Trying to give you a hint. He begins to text you romantic quotes and ask for advice on confessing, and what people like from their partner. He did this for a bit before he got tired of hiding stuff from you, and then just owned up to everything he has been doing and feeling.

JUNGKOOK:

C'mon now… this is the guy that joined BTS because of thighs. He 100% tries to do more things with you, luckily for him he already knows what you are interested in. Jungkook becomes more invested in your interests, Love to read? He read your favorite book in one day. Love to bake? He bought 6 cookbooks already. He was more shy around you once he spent more time with you. He always tried to start a conversation about your favorite book or something. (he knew you could talk about it for hours) The boys caught on to what was happening and told him to hurry up and confess, And knowing Jungkook he listened to his hyungs and did.

#bts fluff #bts headcanons #bts x reader #bts fic #bts x you #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook #taehyung x reader #kim taehyung #park jimin #jimin x reader #namjoon x reader #kim namjoon #jung hoseok #jhope x reader #min yoongi #yoongi x reader #kim seokjin #jin x reader

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uhgood-girl · 7 months

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why jikook?

i've been asking myself this a lot recently bc well, why them? why not tkook? or ynmin? hell, jihope even, they're underrated as hell honestly, have you seen that hot tub video? hobi was ready to unhinge his jaw to swallow jimin whole (and who (jk) could blame him.)

but jikook, in a not joking way, hits different. they always have. it's been years at this point that i've been deep in this rabbit hole (within the larger bts rabbit hole, my god, how deep does it go) but i don't recall making the conscious decision to fall in.

maybe a little background?

i'm a fake love army. actually, if we're getting technical, i'm an outro tear army bc it was in the comments of the freshly released fake love music video that i saw someone recommend outro tear if i enjoyed fake love and then it was over for me. extremely not fake love at first listen, who's voice is second on this track? i NEED to know. i'm a yoongi/rapline bias to this day. fake love still fucks though, don't get me wrong, it's a never skip for me.

for that first year and then some, i consumed backlogged content like it was my day job. i am a prone to hyper-fixations hermit, basically, who was going to stop me? my therapist? nah, she picks her battles.

i watched everything i could get my grubby little hands on like someone would be testing me on it later. (shoutout qdeoks, you were so real) i didn't open stan twitter for the first time till probably the end of 2018, really just in time to be slapped in the face full force with the shitshow that was a hate campaign against these boys i was deeply invested in by then, the likes of which i had never experienced in an online space up to that point. it was a truly, truly wild era, don't ever let anyone tell you differently.

all that to say, i've been here for a hot minute and i developed my own first impressions on bts and the members as individuals in a vacuum. no one had to point jikook out to me, they stuck out on their own.

potentially relevant disclaimer before we continue: i am really really queer. i grew up in the united states conservative deep south and had to change high schools my sophomore year bc i was outed and then violently ostracized for being in a relationship with my same sex best friend at the time. it is safe to say i have a lot of feelings about and experience even when it comes to having to be low key (understatement lol) about who you love. i am not here just to make my barbies kiss.

actually, on that note, jikook wouldnt even be my chosen barbies out of bts. if we're in true fantasy delulu hours here, i would want yoonjin to be real. god, that would be the stuff, they're so old married as it is. peak romance.

i think the first place jikook ever truly caught my attention were the memories dvds. jimin has always been a sweet, bby angel taking care of all his members but i remember thinking that he seemed to pay a little extra, special attention to jungkook. and of course, why not, jk's the maknae after all. all of them have always been doting on him and deservedly so. but in those briefly shown really serious, quiet moments, jimin was often first in line. a spot very easy for him to obtain tbh as jk never seemed to be very far from him anyway. maybe if you've never in real time lived the satellite jeon accusations (hi pandemic army, bless you, i hope you make it to 2025 when we have them all back without restrictions) you might find them easier to dismiss but it was so consistent back then in all of the content being released. and once noticed, i don't know how anyone ever un-notices it. but i was in deep before i even realized the water was boiling.

should i talk about why not tkook? or ynmin, for me? i'm just pulling those as examples bc i know they're the popular contenders here but all joking in the beginning of this post aside, none of the other members interpersonal relationships, in any configuration (sadly, RIP yoonjin romance), have ever struck me as anything other than puppy crush/deep friendship/family. and that's not bc i don't think over half of those men aren't queer in some form or fashion because WHEW, that is an entirely different post and we simply do not have the time to unpack rn but it's not for lack of looking.

i started in a vacuum, but i have by no means stayed there, i walked in all of those front doors and sat down and said "convince me." i've got the time and lack of life, i am ready to be won over. what have i missed?

to this day i still regularly try and check my own confirmation bias, i'm obviously looking for jikook at this stage but i'm still ready on my toes if any of the others want to get crazy. (yoonjin i am rooting for you, we're all rooting for you)

and i'm not here to really persuade or sway anyone one way or another either. there are a 1000 other blogs on this site that can probably offer you better explanations, specific clips, and detailed break downs of moments throughout the years and even then people are going to see what they want to see. i just wanted to write some of my own thoughts down finally.

though...i guess if i had to point to any one single piece of "evidence" it would definitely be tried and true gcf tokyo? but if watching that the first time didn't ring through you like a gunshot, i def don't think there's anything i could say beyond that.

honestly, i think so much of "why jikook" for me boils down to the pit in the bottom of my stomach that i used to get when i first began to notice them. when i got past the initial warm fuzzies inspired by the sincerity of their interactions, my immediate second emotion was concern.

i remember the first time i heard some of the other boys make an offhand joke about them being a couple and i got anxious, fast. i thought hide, hide better, please be safe. i began to pay extra attention to the other members in general too when jikook would do things and felt like i could sometimes see a similar anxiety to my own in their expressions. for a long time, i just worried about them and where i saw other people rejoice in their more obvious moments, i was slow to celebrate.

despite my initial hesitation, it's now been about 5 years since the first time they ever made me double take. they're a few years younger than me but i feel like we've been growing up together. (parasocial? idk her.) they're less conspicuous these days, and for lots of obvious reasons, but i feel like overall, their confidence in themselves and each other is quite high. i know that's probably a funny thing to say in light of this last week especially, but i stand by it. i've seen this song and dance before. i have managed my own expectations in the past, taken full steps back only to be beaten anew over the head so many times with enough "coincidences" i felt borderline foolish to try and deny anything. jikook are truly some sort of neuro-spicy pattern recognition drug, i swear.

and i've never really gotten to talk about any of this with anyone before! i'm shy irl, and shy online apparently bc i have just been lurking around the outer lines of this circle this whole time like some creepy creep but i've decided i'm over it. fuck it. growth.gif. idk that i have anything important or new to contribute to the conversation but my god, no one else seems to let that stop them so i might as well take my turn on the soapbox, no?

so 📢 JIKOOK REAL (?) jikook sus. jikook make bandaged queer little heart go boom boom.

#jikook #kookmin #hi hello welcome to the personal jikook ted talk literally no one asked for #in this essay i

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risingode · 1 year

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better than revenge

summary: you don't hate jungkook's best friend. no, you just really, really dislike her and her very apparent crush on your boyfriend

pairing: jungkook x y/n

genre: fluff, angst

wc: 2.6k

warnings: jungkook is so clueless, y/n talks about hitting people a lot, light making out, arin is very annoying

note: please comment or send me an ask to let me know what you think! this is my first post on here, i'm very nervous lol. i really hope you enjoy it !!

(loosely based on better than revenge by taylor swift, enjoy </3)

You and Jungkook had been looking forward to this trip to Hawaii for months. The two of you were excited to spend some time away from the stresses of everyday life and just enjoy each other's company. You had invited your friends, fellow couples Taehyung and Jennie, and Jimin and Jiyeon. Jungkook proposed, much to your dismay, that you could also ask Arin to tag along. Arin was his childhood friend, and as much as you tried to like her for your boyfriend's sake, it was so glaringly obvious how not so friendly her attraction was for him. You had brought this up to Jungkook when you first began dating, but he brushed it off, saying they both saw each other as brother and sister and that she was nothing to worry about.

You still had your reservations regarding her, but you didn't put up more of a fight, deciding instead to trust your boyfriend and his loyalty and love for you. The eight of you had just arrived at your hotel and were settling in your rooms. You and Jungkook shared a room, while Taehyung and Jennie, Jimin and Jiyeon, and Arin each had their own rooms.

"Baby?" Jungkook asks. You turn your head in question. "Do you wanna go surfing real quick? We have nothing to do today besides the dinner reservation later tonight."

You smile. The pair of you loved surfing, you began doing it together shortly after you started dating, and it became a sacred tradition you guys had. Every weekend, you would drive to the nearby beach by your shared apartment, surfboard in tow, and surf for hours.

"Of course, my love, let me unpack our clothes first and change into my bathing suit." He nods, squeezing your waist lightly. As you were unpacking, Arin came into your room to chat with Jungkook. Awkwardly, you shuffle into the bathroom to avoid unneeded interaction with her.

"So, have you decided what you want to do first?" Arin asks, trying to make conversation.

"I think we're going to hit the beach and maybe do some surfing," Jungkook replies. Your eye twitches, and you have to restrain every bone in your body from reaching over and slapping him over the head.

"That sounds like so much fun!" Arin exclaims. "Can I come with you guys?"

"Uh, sure," You say, trying to hide your annoyance. Of course. You feel your neck tighten in what you presumed to be pent-up frustration, yet, you know this was only the beginning. 'Whatever,' you thought. You were aware Arin couldn't surf, so you didn't feel bothered. You knew you could leave her behind to swim alone while the pair of you caught some waves.

You should've known that Arin wouldn't keep her mouth quiet, though, because soon enough, the whole group was clambering into your small room, all rambling about how excited they were to surf. You didn't want to sound rude, but you and Jungkook hadn't spent much alone time together recently, and the thought of spending at least a few hours by yourselves sounded so good. You plaster a fake smile, and Jungkook sends you an apologetic one.

The group of you headed down to the beach, and like you predicted, Arin kept trying to join in, but she wasn't very good and kept falling off her board. Your satisfied smile turns sour, though, once Jungkook moves to grab her by the waist and set her back on her own two feet. You wish you could dunk his head underwater and hold him there.

After a while, you all returned to the hotel to prepare for dinner. As you were getting dressed, Arin once again made herself at home in your room, chatting with Jungkook about how he needed to teach her how to surf. Your annoyance was bubbling over at this point because as soon as you walked out of the bathroom, you realized Arin was wearing a dress similar to the one you were in.

This, of course, wouldn't have been a problem; coincidences happen! Yet, you knew you weren't being dramatic in your anger because this was the very same dress you had bought in the resort's small boutique that afternoon when you guys first arrived. The same boutique that all eight of you entered at the same time and where you spent an hour deciding which of the dresses you and the other girls should get and wear for dinner that night. You had all, Arin included, picked out four very different dresses. Your dress was decided by both yourself and Jungkook as he gloated about how beautiful you looked in it. Did she … Did she really go back and buy your same dress?

"Hey, Arin, that's the same dress I was going to wear tonight," You say, slightly annoyed.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I realized later that the one I had initially picked out wasn't flattering on me," Arin replies, not sounding very apologetic.

You quirk an eyebrow, "Hmm, that's so weird because you kept saying how it made you look so good back at the store!" A fake smile on display, you brush past her and make your way toward your boyfriend, struggling to button up his shirt.

"Be nice," He whispers. You finish buttoning up his shirt and reach up to smack him on the forehead. He could be really stupid.

You tried to brush it off, for Jungkook's sake, and you all headed out to dinner. During the meal, Arin kept trying to talk to Jungkook, ignoring you completely. Gritting your teeth at another one of her aggravating laughs, you settle a hand on Jungkook's shoulder, excusing yourself to the bathroom.

Resting your hands on the sink, you try to catch your breath. One, two, three. Breathe in, breathe out. One, two, three. Feeling a lot better now and not like you were going to throw a plate at the annoying girl, you splash some water on your face. You hear the creak of the bathroom door opening, and you tense up, fearing it is the one person you don't want to see.

"Oh my god, y/n, you need to come back right now. I can't stand being near that wench for another second." Jennie whines, reaching to wrap her arms around your waist. With a sigh of relief, you turn around to crush her into a hug.

"Girl, I might throw myself out of the balcony any second. She's being so weird with Jungkook!" You whine back, causing the girls to nod.

"I noticed. If she did that with Jimin, trust me she would be lost at sea." Jiyeon giggles, brushing my hair out of my face. You smile weakly at her, and the three of you link arms and return to the table.

"There's our girls!" Taehyung announces, getting the table's attention. Jungkook immediately looking over, reaching an arm out toward you and pouting his lips. You grab his arm and lean down to give him a light kiss, and he smiles into it.

"You okay, baby?" He asks. You reply with a curt nod. He frowns, noticing your obvious mood shift, yet before he can ask you what's up, his attention is again on Arin as she continues talking about whatever the hell she is talking about.

As the night went on, you started to feel increasingly uncomfortable. You noticed that Arin honestly did not care. She looked so pathetic, reaching over to slap a hand on his thigh as she laughed. Yet, you knew you looked even more pathetic just watching your boyfriend letting it happen. After dinner, you all headed back to the hotel. You and Jungkook return to your room, and you sigh in relief once your back hits the bed. Jungkook follows suit, the two of you lying silently and staring at the ceiling.

"Hey," He says, effectively getting your attention.

"Hm?" You ask, looking over at him. He sighs, reaching his arm up to cup your cheek.

"I'm sorry we haven't been able to spend time alone today." He whispers. Your heart melts at his large, apologetic eyes. You hum, turning your body to face him better.

"It's okay, baby. I can't say I'm not sad. It's been so long since we've been alone together." You pout, his thumb reaching down to tuck it back into place.

"We're alone now," He smiles, and you nod. He leans in, drapes a leg over your body to tug you closer, and kisses you. You two get lost in each other's touch, but a knock comes from the door before it can get any further.

You pull apart, chests heaving, and Jungkook pats your thigh as he gets up to answer it. You don't even act surprised at who stands on the other side.

"Hey, Jungkook, can I talk to you for a second?" Arin asks.

"Uh, sure," Jungkook says, looking confused. He looks back at you, smiling apologetically, before following after her.

You wait a few minutes, but when they don't return, you can't ignore your racing heartbeat and decide to see what is happening. As you turn the corner, you face one of the worst sights you've ever seen. Arin kissing Jungkook. You wouldn't be surprised if a heart-shaped hole manifested under you because you were sure it fell out and sank to the first floor.

"Jungkook?" You whisper. The pair break apart, Arin gazing up at you with wide eyes, yet not as wide as your startled boyfriend's.

"No, Y/N, it's not what it looks like," Jungkook tries to explain. You hold a hand up to silence him. You didn't notice you were crying until tears started falling onto your cheeks.

"I can't believe you would do this to me," You whimper out, shaking your head and turning around, running back to the room. You barricade yourself inside, holding your head as you sob your heart out.

You packed your bags that night and left the trip early, ignoring everyone's phone calls.

Back home, you were heartbroken. You try to wrap your head around why? He told you, no, he promised you he would never cheat on you. That was the last thing on his mind, or so you thought. You beat yourself up, how could you be so stupid? He was practically cheating on you that whole trip. That kiss was just the nail in the coffin.

Unbeknownst to you, your girlfriends had let Arin have it. They called her all the names in the book, cementing whose side they were on. Jungkook wasn't free from their criticism either. They had read him to filth, which resulted in their boyfriends having to drag them away before they legitimately beheaded him. They decided to end their trip short, too.

A day after you left, the group decided to all come to your apartment at once. They could see some unresolved explanations to be said, and if Jungkook's incessant crying was any indicator, maybe you had gotten it all wrong. One part of it was to have everyone explain their side uninterrupted. The other part was that if there wasn't some sort of mediator, they were sure you would throw your microwave at Jungkook and Arin's heads.

It leads you all here. Silent, sitting in your living room. You stare at the wall, trying to avoid Jungkook's piercing gaze. You know he's fighting every bone in his body not to jump over the coffee table and hug you. He always hated when you cried. You almost feel bad, his red-rimmed eyes and distraught demeanor tugging at your heartstrings. You remind yourself that he cheated on you and doesn't deserve your pity.

After a while, Arin clears her throat, getting everyone's attention. You set your pointed gaze on her, waiting to hear the stupidity about to come out of her mouth.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I never meant to hurt you. I just couldn't help my feelings for Jungkook," Arin says, tears in her eyes. Oh? You were confused. Is she admitting that Jungkook didn't cheat on you? You look over at him, and he nods.

"She's right, Y/N. I would never cheat on you. Arin kissed me, and I would've pushed her away! I swear! But you walked in as soon as she kissed me. I didn't even have time to process what had just happened." He's pleading, inching closer to the edge of his seat, almost as if he would pounce on you at any second.

You sigh, sitting up. You look at Arin first. "Arin," you begin. "I've put up with your antics for as long as I can remember. I always knew you liked Jungkook, but I set my feelings aside because I know how important you two are to each other. But this? This was too far. You kissed my boyfriend, Arin. MY boyfriend. You had no right to do that."

She bows her head, muttering another small apology. You turn to Jungkook. "Jungkook. I communicated with you about my feelings regarding your friendship with her. You told me she wasn't a problem, that she wouldn't try anything. Look where that ended us up." He bites his lip, nodding his head in agreement.

You sigh again. "Arin, I forgive you. I know you and Jungkook have been friends for such a long time, and that maybe that manifested into love or whatever, but I need to make one thing clear. If I want my relationship to work out with Jungkook, I need you to stay away from us for the time being. Not for forever, but for a while." She hesitates before nodding, looking toward Jungkook, yet he doesn't even spare her a glance.

"I forgive you too," You say, looking at Jungkook. "But you need to agree with my proposition to make this work. If you can't do that, I really don't want to even bother giving you a second chance."

"Of course." He says almost instantly. You nod.

The rest of your friends pipe up, apologizing for any part they may have played in the situation and promising to support you all in any way they could.

After everyone had left, you and Jungkookwere finally alone. The two of you sit down on the couch, and you let out a tense breath.

"I'm sorry," Jungkook says, taking your hand. "I never wanted to hurt you."

"I know," you reply, tears still in your eyes. "I just...I can't believe that happened."

"I promise you, Y/N, I love you and only you," Jungkook says, looking into your eyes. "Arin's feelings for me don't change that."

You took a deep breath and leaned into him. You knew he was right. Your love for each other was strong enough to overcome any obstacle, even something as painful as this.

"I love you too, Jungkook," you assured, feeling a weight lift off your chest.

You sat there for a while, just holding each other and talking about what had happened. The two of you agreed that you needed to be more mindful of boundaries in your friendships and that you would work together to make sure nothing like this ever happened again.

As the night wore on, you decided to order food and spend the rest of the evening together. You knew it wouldn't be easy, but you were both determined to move past this and come out stronger on the other side.

Arin did eventually come back into your life many, many months later. Thankfully, you all had another conversation in which you reaffirmed your boundaries, and she graciously agreed to them. In the end, your love for each other only grew. You had weathered a brutal storm but came out on the other side more committed to each other than ever before.

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the-roo-too · 10 months

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free fall -> spiderwoman! mo jihye

-the biggest downside of working as a reporter is definitely the field work

warnings: injuries

genre: sprinkle of angst?; it’s mostly fluff tho

notes: spiderwoman danielle would be so 🫶🫶 this was kinda made in honour of spider!jimin fic getting 150 notes 💪

˚₊𖠌༺ 🕷️༻𖠌₊˚

when you first became a reporter for the local newspaper, you had very light tasks to do. take a picture of the school’s swimming team, see the christmas lights, do some photos on the fair. then, the villains appeared. your peaceful job suddenly turned into the most dangerous one, albeit very interesting. now, you always had to be there with the villains, so you could have material before other reporters.

just like now, someone evil attacked the main street, so you of course had to be there. it was some green guy, green goblin if you remembered the last article correctly.

click!

you sighed as you took the photo of the villain. it came out a bit blurry, but it was still a good shot. as you looked up from your hide (so technically you leaned over some café’s menu sign), you noticed a familiar red and blue blur.

spiderwoman. always on the spot.

“they should pay me more for the heroes.” you grumbled under your breath, reading the camera to take a shot of the mysterious superhero. just as you did that, something exploded near you. the force of the explosion made you fly away from your safe spot and as you hit your head on the floor, you heard the sound of glass breaking and everything went dark.

˚₊𖠌༺ 🕷️༻𖠌₊˚

you slipped in and out of consciousness, seeing the colourful blurs zoom past you. it felt like you couldn’t move, so you just laid there, trying to make out the shapes around you. a small thought lingered in the back of your mind.

is this the end?

then, by some miracle, the gods decided to spare you. just as your eyes were closing, you felt strong arms slowly lift you up bridal style.

you let out a groan of pain and your saviour hummed quietly.

“it’s okay… you’re safe with me..”

˚₊𖠌༺ 🕷️༻𖠌₊˚

a chain of curses woke you up. for a short second, you couldn’t remember anything, till the memories flooded your mind again.

you quickly opened your eyes, frowning when you noticed you were suddenly home. that ceiling was definitely yours, you’d recognise that stupid stickers anywhere.

then, the pain hit you like a truck. you winced, bringing your hand up to touch your wounded head. just then, a figure walked into your room.

“who hides their first aid kit so hard-“ the voice stopped as the figure noticed you’re awake. you immediately recognised the suit, but your eyes widened when you saw the superhero wasn’t wearing her mask.

her face was also enveloped in shock, as you could only blur out one thing.

“..danielle?”

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“sorry..” she muttered as you winced, feeling the cotton pad press against your wound. “there’s usually no civilians… i should’ve been more careful.”

“don’t worry, danielle..” it felt weird, looking at one of the most famous heroes now and seeing your neighbour’s face. “it’s my job, you couldn’t know anyone would be stupid enough to come so close.”

with a deflated sigh, danielle lowered the hand that was holding the cotton pad. “you’re a reporter… are you gonna tell, uhm..” she awkwardly gestured to herself and the spiderwoman’s mask lying on your nightstand.

“no, of course not.”

“really?”you nodded your head softly, making her smile.

“i would’ve never though that my neighbour would be the famous spiderwoman…” you chuckled slightly. “guess you’re really ‘friendly neighbourhood spiderwoman’ huh?”

she laughed a bit. “yeah, guess you could say that.” danielle then cleared her throat. “so um… do you maybe wanna get a coffee after this? maybe tomorrow, my treat?”

“me?”

“well, i think you’re very pretty! and i kinda owe you for that camera you broke…”

“no, no you don’t owe- MY CAMERA BROKE?!”

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#newjeans #newjeans x reader #new jeans #new jeans x reader #danielle #danielle marsh #danielle x reader #danielle marsh x reader #mo jihye #mo jihye x reader #hanni #minji #hyein #haerin

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honeylations · 10 months

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- Star Of My Night -

YU JIMIN (KARINA) x FEM!READER

Prompt: Karina gets dragged out to a bar with a few idols for a girls night out. Her night eventually got interesting the moment her eyes landed on a woman with her electric guitar on the stage.

Warnings/Notes: Third person POV, G!P Y/n, guitarist!Y/n, Haze members are all original characters, almost smut near in the end

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Karina was certain that her head was gonna explode as Giselle asked her the same question for the millionth time. “Pleeeeaaassseee go out with us?” She even tried putting on her best puppy eyes.

The blonde girl sighed and and threw her head back on the bed. “Ok fine! Just stop trying to act cute, it doesn’t suit you”

“As long as it gets you to finally come out the house for once” Giselle shrugged before slapping the shorter’s knee. “You always isolate yourself in this dorm! It doesn’t hurt to have at least 2 seconds of human interaction”

Karina sat up with a huge frown. “Doesn’t THIS count as human interaction?” Karina pointed a finger between her and the girl in front of her.

“It doesn’t count because we LIVE TOGETHER YOU IDIOT! I’m talking about some proper human interaction. Like go on a date with an idol or something, like, Le Sserafim’s Yunjin. Didn’t she text you about going out for ramen?”

“Mmm her and I have agreed that we see each other as bestfriends. She’s hot and plays guitar or whatever but we won’t click”

“Oh so your type is a tall hot girl who plays guitar? Noted. Who knows, maybe you’ll see one tonight at the bar”

Karina rolled her eyes. “We’ll see. What time are we heading there?”

Giselle looked at the alarm clock besides Karina’s bed. “Yuqi Unnie said to be there 8pm sharp”

“Yuqi Unnie is coming?! I thought you said it would only be us and the members!” Karina hissed, sending multiple slaps to the other’s arm.

“Stop hitting me! And yes Yuqi and her members are joining us too”

Karina crossed her arms, sending a harsh glare towards her member. “Anyone else coming that I should know about?”

Giselle gulped and looked away while fiddling with her fingers. “And Le Sserafim”

Karina flopped back into her bed again. “Oh my god you might as well invite Blackpink and Itzy while you’re at it!”

“I did but they have a busy schedule..” Giselle mumbled guiltily.

“This is too much human interaction”

“How?! You’re an ENFP for god’s sakes!”

“And ENFP who wants some GODDAMN PEACE!”

Giselle stood up and headed for the opened door. “Complain all you want Rina just be ready by 7:30”

Hearing the door shut and the miracle of silence, the blonde Aespa leader chewed on her lower lip and turned her head to her closet. “I guess I should start preparing an outfit”

———

“For someone who complained a lot a few hours ago, you look hot” Giselle smirked, looking at her leader who was doing small face touch ups at her mirror.

“Of course. Always have to look good” Karina smiled and finished applying her lipstick before standing up.

She wore a short black strapless dress that hugged her body tightly. Her blonde hair was curled to perfection and her makeup completed her seductive look. Even though she wasn’t planning on seducing anyone that night.

“The other two ready?” Karina asked and Giselle nodded, gesturing for them to leave.

After a short cab journey, the 4 members finally arrived in front of the bar that was already filled with people. NingNing thanked and paid the driver before they hopped out and and met G-Idle and Lesserafim just outside the place.

“Hey guys how are you all!?” Yuqi greeted excitedly, hugging and smiling at all the girls.

She led them all inside and managed to score a VIP table that was just next to the stage where instruments were placed. Karina sat in between Shuhua and Chaewon, sipping on the cocktails that Yuqi ordered. The conversation in the table was soon interrupted when 4 unfamiliar faces walked onto the stage but one face caught Karina’s attention.

A tall woman with long black hair and wispy fringe picked up the electric guitar and threw its strap onto her shoulder before adjusting her ear pieces. She was wearing a black fitted shirt, baggy jeans and black Doctor Martens. What completed her overall hot look was the silver chain dangling from her neck and the tattoos all over both arms.

Karina concluded that she had just found her eye candy of the night.

“Good evening everyone!” The person on the mic greeted aloud, erupting cheers from everyone in the bar.

“My name is Choi Eunsook, I am the vocalist and leader of Haze. On drums is Jang Hanna, on bass is Kang Hyunjung, and on guitar is Lee Y/N!”

The cheers got louder and Karina quickly joined in despite her focus remaining on who she now knew as Y/n.

“To begin we’d like to perform one of Y/n’s self written songs called ‘To Be With You’ Hope you enjoy!” Eunsook smiled as Hanna tapped her sticks and the band began to play.

“That guitarist is pretty hot don’t ya think, Rina?” Winter wiggled her eyebrows, letting the whole table hear.

Chaewon gasped and gently shook Karina’s shoulders. “Does someone have a little crush~ She’s super hot Karina, you should totally ask for her number later!”

“Are you insane? She probably has a girlfriend!”

“Mmm don’t think so. She’s looking right at you!” Shuhua gave rapid taps to Karina’s shoulder who turned her head to the guitarist.

And Shuhua was right.

Her eye candy of the night was looking right at her and she didn’t bother looking away even when the Aespa leader had made eye contact. Y/n gave a small smile in which Karina responded with nothing but red cheeks.

“She’s sooooo into you, Rina!” Miyeon laughed.

After a few more original songs and covers, Eunsook drank some water before returning the mic to her lips. “That was our final song everybody, enjoy the rest of your night! We’ll be around”

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom” Karina said despite the loud bar music that started to blast through the entire place.

“Did you want me to come with?” Minnie offered but Karina smiled and shook her head.

“I’ll be okay, don’t worry. Could you order me another cocktail please?”

Minnie nodded as the blonde Aespa member walked away to the back where the toilets were located. It didn’t take long for her to go in and back out, thanking the heavens that the bathroom was decent than most bars. She dried her hands and exited to return to the girls but an unfamiliar man stood in front of her and by the way he looked at Karina made it obvious as to what he wanted.

“Hi angel” He smirked and Karina had never rolled her eyes so hard before.

“Can I help you?”

“My table is nearby and I think my friends would love to meet you”

“No, I’m good. Now if you’ll excuse me-“ Karina’s heart stopped when the man grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer, allowing her to smell the alcohol from his body.

“Don’t be like that, angel. No one likes a party pooper. Come on, have a few drinks with us!”

“P-Please let me go..”

The man inched his nose towards Karina’s hair and took a nice whiff. “You smell so good”

Before he could make another comment, another hand (but much softer) took her other wrist and yanked her away from the man’s grip.

“You have some fucking nerve to be touching my girl like that, Kyle”

Karina’s eyes widened when she realised her saviour was Haze’s guitarist. At this point, she couldn’t tell if her heart was beating like crazy because of the yucky interaction with Kyle or because Y/n went from holding her wrist to holding her hand.

“Oh it’s you Y/n, I was just tryna make a new friend” Kyle laughed and attempted to grab Karina again but Y/n pulled Karina behind her, acting as her shield.

“A new friend for you to use as a fuck toy?”

Kyle laughed again. “I wouldn’t say it like that”

Y/n walked closer so her taller body towered over Kyle, his height just reaching Y/n’s shoulder.

“If I see you harass another person in here, I won’t hesitate to call Shownu and ban you not only from this bar but also every bar or club here. Comprende?”

“Yes ma’am” Kyle sighed and slowly backed away before making his full exit.

Y/n watched him leave and quickly turned to the blonde girl, letting go of her hand to Karina’s dismay. “Hey, are you alright? Did he touch you anywhere?”

“No I’m okay! Just a little startled, that’s all” Karina smiled and Y/n smiled back.

‘Oh my god she’s so hot’ Karina squealed in her mind. “Was that guy your friend or something?” The blonde asked.

“Nah he’s a regular at this bar and is known for being a creep. Gave him enough warnings already, I don’t know why he doesn’t listen. I’ll inform Shownu to keep an eye out on him”

“He doesn’t look like he’s from here”

“He’s an international uni student from Madrid but he doesn’t matter anymore. Are you sure you’re alright?” Y/n asked again.

“Yes I’m okay now thanks to you”

“Wanna talk somewhere that’s not in front of a toilet?” Y/n asked, making the blonde laugh at her question.

“Yes please”

Y/n held her hand again and led her to the VIP seating upstairs where she could still see what’s going on below but she also didn’t have to scream over the music to talk. They sat on the comfy couch and the way Y/n was sitting with her arm over the backrest wasn’t doing Karina’s heart any good.

“I know my name was introduced on stage but I’ll say it again. I’m Lee Y/n” The taller introduced and put her hand out for a handshake.

Karina happily took it. “I’m Yu Jimin or you can call me Karina. May I ask how old you are?

“I’m 26, and you?”

“23”

“Did you like the performance?” Y/n asked.

“I did! The original songs were probably my favourite. Did you write them?”

“Only a few. Want some?” The taller offered as she grabbed an unopened bottle of vodka from underneath the table.

“Sure”

One shot turned into god knows how much more and Karina didn’t realised she was drunk as she was too hypnotised with the way Y/n did anything.

“Do you have a girlfriend, Y/n?” Karina slurred.

Y/n chuckled and brushed her hair back. “I don’t. My band and I practice and move around a lot for performances so I haven’t really gotten any action. How about you Miss Karina? Anyone sweep you off your feet?”

“No. I isolate myself in the dorm too much to even try and go on a date, and like you, it’s not easy getting free time as an idol”

“Yeah. I love your songs and stuff though”

“Oh you listen to Aespa?”

“I don’t live under a rock, Karina” Y/n laughed and Karina wanted to hear it again and again.

“Are you interested in anyone right now, Y/n?” Karina decided to boldly ask, the alcohol buzzing through her body as she scooted closer to the guitarist’s body where her arm was still attractively placed on the backrest.

Y/n’s eyes moved to focus on Karina’s soft lips, her body heating up at the close proximity. “Hmmm…Just one” The black haired girl replied with a toothy grin.

“Yeah? And who would that be?” Karina inched her lips closer to the point it was just above Y/n’s.

“Karina, you’re drunk” Y/n whispered, trying her best not to take the idol right there.

“I know, bust don’t you wanna kiss me? I couldn’t take my eyes off you the moment you went on that stage looking so fucking hot” Karina licked her lips and gently cupped Y/n’s face, brushing her thumb over the taller’s lower lip. “And I’m not leaving until I get a taste”

“Fuck” Y/n groaned and allowed Karina to finally connect their lips, moaning at the softness.

The guitarist grabbed onto the smaller’s hips and moved her to her lap without breaking the kiss. Karina’s hands roamed from Y/n’s strong shoulders down to her tattooed arms, her hips slowly grinding on her lap, eliciting another groan from the older.

“You’re driving me crazy, Karina” Y/n panted and moved her lips to Karina’s jaw, her soft kisses turning into sucking.

Karina moaned without stopping her hips and she started to feel something poke underneath. “Y-Y/n…Y/n what’s that?”

The older pulled away, admiring the purple spot she made on her neck. “Sorry I should’ve told you about it earlier. We can stop if you want”

Karina shook her head. “No I don’t wanna stop, please don’t stop”

“Alright, angel”

The blonde remembered how disgusting it sounded coming from Kyle but to hear it from Y/n just sounded so much better…and so damn right.

“Is it a strap? Or…”

“Why don’t you find out?” Y/n smirked up before smashing their lips again.

Karina felt dizzy. Dizzy but super horny and all that mattered to her was that she managed to pull her eye candy of the night. Her hand slowly moved lower to rub at Y/n’s crotch, the bulge getting impossibly harder.

“You’re so perfect, angel”

All of a sudden, Karina’s phone started ringing. She chose to ignore it at first, continuing her kisses on Y/n’s neck but the ringing would not stop. She groaned, pressing her forehead to Y/n’s shoulder before grabbing the cockblocking device on the table.

“What?!” She yelled over the phone.

“Girl where the hell are you?! We’re all worried!” Giselle yelled back.

“Sorry I got…sidetracked” Karina smiled at the smirking woman below her.

“Well we’re leaving now so you better get your ass here!” Giselle then hung up.

Karina sighed. “I have to go…”

“That’s okay, my members would be worried if I disappeared like that too”

The smaller girl got off the taller’s lap and got her purse along with her phone. “Um are you gonna be okay with…that?” Karina shyly pointed at Y/n’s hard on.

“Yeah I can deal with it later. I’d love to escort you down but I don’t want you friends seeing me like this” The guitarist chuckled.

Karina stepped closer and gently stroked the bulge like earlier before planting one more intoxicating kiss to the older’s lips. “I’ve put my number in your pocket. Text me when you’re free”

“Yes ma’am”

The Aespa leader winked and made her way downstairs where the rest of the girls were, ignoring the way they all were screaming about their worries for the blonde’s sudden disappearance.

Karina was now frustrated.

Frustrated because she was getting lectured but also frustrated because she didn’t get that good dick tonight.

A/N: Part two coming soon!

#Yu Jimin #gxg #wlw #karina smut #karina x reader #Aespa x reader #Aespa #Aespa x fem reader

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kingofbodyrolls · 4 months

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Friendcation (m) | myg | winter special

| s.masterlist | m.masterlist |

Summary: You’re in labor and live outside of the city, and it just happens to be Christmas time, there’s a lot of snow. Will you and Yoongi be able to make it to the hospital before your baby arrives?

OR– The one where Yoongi fucks you into labor and crashes the car 🙃 (It’s set about 1,5 years after friendcation ended) 🙂

it's obviously part of a series, but it can totally be read as a standalone oneshot (though there's some jokes you might not get, but that's all).

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (female)

Other characters: Jimin 😇 + the rest of the gang makes an appearance at the end too 💜

AUs: roadtrip!au, non idol!au, pregnancy!au, established relationship, married!au, mechanic!Yoongi, holiday!au.

Genres: slice of life, humor/crack, smut and fluff

Rating: mature/explicit/R18 (This is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact.)

Word Count: 10.3K

Warnings (general) + triggers: sex while pregnant, minor car accident, a lot of crack and humor too, because otherwise it wouldn’t be friendcation. Slight angst. Possessive Yoongi. Jimin deserves a warning too 👀 (it’s always Jimin)! Giving birth in a car in a somewhat detailed description (without medical help). Breastfeeding a baby. A lot of kissing.

Warnings (explicit): smut in the form of unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, praise kink, breast play, nipple play (with a little bit of lactation), flashing/exposure of vagina and boobs, comfort sex (Yoongi making sure OC is comfortable the whole time 🥺), strong orgasms, blood (because of childbirth, but barely mentioned).

Author’s note: this couple just wouldn’t leave me alone 😂 So here we are, with a winter special. I really hope you like it. It was so fun to write, I just love their relationship and then also with their friends, especially Jimin 🤭 I might do more specials through time, I don’t know. Don’t know if people are interested (but I’d probably write it anyway, lol). Like, we still don’t know how Yoongi proposed, their wedding, their honeymoon 👀

This has different povs, mainly Yoongi's, then Jimin's and reader's (I hope it isn't too confusing).

Thank you so much – and thanks to all that likes, comments, reblogs, yeah, anything. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, it makes me so happy and a damn smiling fool 💜

Taglist: @idkjustlovingbts @constancelayon @wobblewobble822 @ktownshizzle @moonchild1 @ultimatefangirl0 @baechugff @jimintaemin @parapiop7 @fckkntired @iluvfndms @citypop-princess @tarahardcore @bergandysam @massivelyfullenthusiast @tatyhend @gimeow *strikethrough means tumblr isn’t letting me tag you :( **if you wish to be removed from the taglist, let me know 🌸

It’s been cross posted to AO3 if you prefer to read there.

He is used to it.

But ever since you became pregnant, it’s been getting worse.

Your sleep moaning, that is.

And it’s always turning him on.

His frustration simmers beneath the surface, fueled by the magnetic allure you effortlessly wield. Yet, with a single glance from you, his resolve melts away like butter on a warm summer day. This magnetic power you wield over him isn't a recent revelation; it's been your enchanting spell, cast long before that memorable camping trip more than a year ago.

Memories surge like a tidal wave, setting his irises ablaze with vivid snapshots of you both, entwined amidst the intimate cocoon of his van, sheets tangled in the echoes of passion.

Countless adventures and camping escapades have unfolded since that fateful journey with your friends, yet it's the kaleidoscope of memories created with you that he holds as precious treasures, each moment a vibrant gem in the tapestry of your relationship.

At last, his gaze shifts towards you, and he beholds the tranquility that graces your sleeping form, nestled beside him. There you lie, on your back nonetheless, which really mustn't be nice considering your big belly.

You’re almost nine months pregnant and the baby can come any minute, he knows.

You’d been trying to conceive for some time, a delightful excuse to have sex all the damn time–although, truth be told, he never needed one.

He feels his dick strain against the confines of his boxers and he wonders whether to rouse you from slumber, it's not merely the urgency of his arousal but the genuine concern for your well-being—your supine position hindering blood flow and oxygen to the precious life within your belly.

Thus, with a tender touch, he delicately stirs you from your peaceful slumber.

Initially met with silence, your slumbering form stirs slightly, emitting a soft murmur of both moans and snores.

A soft chuckle escapes him as he observes your endearing response, yet undeterred, he persists in gently prodding you.

In a hushed and tender tone, he attempts to reach out to you with a gentle “Babe,” his voice a delicate whisper, carrying the weight of affection.

As your head gracefully pivots towards him, your eyes, like delicate butterflies, flutter open in response to the gentle call. A soft smile graces his lips, a silent serenade to the gradual awakening of your consciousness.

As consciousness fully embraces you, your eyes roam the dimly lit room before finding solace in his gaze.”Why did you wake me? It’s the middle of the night…” you inquire, the bedroom's shadows bearing witness to the query that hangs in the air.

With a gentle yawn, you pivot your body, settling into the comforting curve of your side. In the quiet accomplishment of this subtle shift, one of his cherished missions finds completion.

In a tender tone infused with love, he begins, “You were sleeping on your back. It’s not good for the baby,” his words a gentle caress carrying the weight of concern for the precious life cradled within your belly.

A warmth infuses your smile as you meet his gaze, a silent acknowledgment of gratitude for the depth of his concern and the wellspring of love that envelops you both.

And with a playful chuckle lacing his words, he adds, “And you were moaning too.” Your laughter joins his, and you both know what this means.

“You’re always horny, Yoon.” you tease, your hands exploring the contours of his body with purpose. Swiftly finding the elastic of his boxers, you trace the outline of his dick with a deliberate touch, a dance of desire that unfolds seamlessly between you.

Your hand glides sensually over him, a teasing caress through the fabric of his boxers, and a guttural groan of pleasure escapes his lips.

He seizes your hand, bringing a pause to the tantalizing dance between you. “Do you want to, babe?” he inquires, his gaze a reflection of both restraint and anticipation, hanging on the unspoken words between you.

A soft chuckle escapes your lips, your body and mind fully alive, the air already charged with the unmistakable electricity that Yoongi seems to effortlessly ignite within you. You’re already soaked in your panties, and with a whispered moan, you confess, “Yes, I need you Yoongi.”

Gently guiding your hand away from his cock, he inches closer, turning you to lay on your side facing away from him.

Swiftly seizing his pillow, he artfully tucks it beneath the gentle curve of your belly, sculpting a cocoon of support and comfort.

Nestling his head into the crook of your neck, he inhales deeply, savoring the heady and intoxicating essence that is uniquely yours. It's more than a fragrance; it's a potent elixir that courses through him, a sensory drug that elicits an involuntary response—a subtle, primal twitch in the fabric of boxers.

A low, guttural moan escapes his lips, intimately shared in the cocoon of your embrace, as he senses your shiver echo through his touch.His skilled hand embarks on a journey, tenderly caressing your breasts, lingering over the soft expanse of your tummy where the fluttering life within makes its presence known. As his exploration ventures lower, he cups your pussy outside your panties.

Your hips undulate into his dick, a rhythmic dance that draws an involuntary duet of pleasure-laden moans from both of you. His awareness sharpens, attuned to the undeniable evidence of your arousal. With a deliberate touch, he tugs your panties aside, revealing your drenched pussy.

Initiating a delicate exploration, he trails his fingertips along the contours of your folds, gathering the essence of your arousal before skillfully guiding a single digit into the velvety warmth of your desire.

With a rhythmic precision, he starts a sensual dance, his digit sliding in and out of your eager core. Each movement draws forth an increasing symphony of heavy pants, and he can already hear that you’re not gonna last long.

Adding another skilled finger, he intensifies the intimate pleasure, a seamless union of sensation as your bodies synchronize in a provocative dance. Your backside grinds into the rigid length of his desire, fueling his fervor to push the limits further. With an escalating pace, his fingers move within you, a crescendo of pleasure building with every adept stroke.

Breathless and on the precipice of ecstasy, you urgently plead, “I'm so close, Yoongi. Touch my clit instead,” your voice a desperate plea. He complies with a deft move, withdrawing his slickened fingers from the depths of your core to redirect their attention, skillfully navigating the peaks of your pussy with an intoxicating dance against your throbbing clit.

Yoongi has become attuned to the cadence of your breath, a masterful symphony that he has memorized like the back of his hand. In the harmonious rhythm, he discerns the telltale signs that you are on the precipice of ecstasy—so close that the intoxicating anticipation hangs in the air like an electric charge.

His fingers move in a tantalizing dance, tracing circles around your clit with an intimate familiarity. As he senses you teetering on the brink, your breaths hang heavy in the charged air, and the ethereal moans escape your lips like a whispered melody. In a bold move, he pinches your clit. Your body responds in an electric surge, tension radiating through every inch of your being, held in the exquisite grip of his deliberate touch.

Returning to the rhythmic circles on your clit, he guides you through the waves of your orgasm, a seismic tremor that reverberates through your being. Each stroke of his touch acts as a steady anchor, grounding you in the aftermath of what feels like an earth-shattering climax.

You gasp for air, your breaths coming in furious bursts, and in a voice drawn out with need, you moan his name—a melody of pleasure that lingers in the charged air between you.

“'Fuck!” escapes you in a guttural moan, your hands clenching into fists under the watchful gaze of his darkened, appreciative eyes.

Withdrawing his hand from the depths of your core, he endeavors to temper the tempestuous movements coursing through you, a steadying touch anchoring your fervent reactions with a gentle grip on your hips.

“'Damn. It's like the orgasm is lingering,” you confess in a strained voice, leaving Yoongi uncertain whether to interpret it as a blissful prolongation or a potential intensity that might overwhelm you.

“What do you mean?” he inquires, his voice a warm breath against your neck.

“It's just... I can feel it all the way around my stomach,” you pant, the lingering sensations creating a unique symphony within you. “Ah, it's probably Braxton Hicks contractions, because of the orgasm,” you assert with a newfound certainty. In response, Yoongi hums in acknowledgment, his hand delicately finding its place on your belly, where he can feel the subtle tightness.

“Are you sure it’s just that?” he questions, his concern etched in the furrow of his brow. Yet, as your assurance unfolds, a palpable relaxation courses through the muscles of your belly. “Yeah, they're fading now,” you confirm.

“Yoongi, I need you inside me now,” you declare, your words a sultry plea as you sensually grind your ass into the rigid bulge within his boxers.

With a sharp intake of breath, he hisses, seizing your hips in a possessive grip, molding you against the heat of his pelvis.

Effortlessly, he peels your panties down your thighs, and you willingly lift your legs to aid in their complete removal. As he holds the damp evidence of your arousal in his hand, a wicked glint in his eyes betrays the realization, damn they are soaked. Without a second thought, he discards them to the floor.

“'Is this position comfortable for you?” he tenderly inquires, a gentle concern threading through his words as he sheds his boxers. Adjusting his position, he moves slightly, aligning himself with the contours of your core from behind.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

Lying down and approaching from behind, the fit feels unusually snug. Yoongi, with deliberate intent, spreads your ass cheeks, his hand tracing a teasing path before he strokes his arousal, the anticipation building. As he aligns with the entrance to your core, a slow and deliberate entrance ensues, eliciting a moan from you.

An almost primal growl escapes your lips as he sinks in, each agonizingly slow inch a delicious torment. It's not just amazing; it's an exquisite tightness that makes you acutely aware of his presence, as if you can feel him reverberating through every fiber of your being, from the deepest reaches of your pussy to the intimate confines of your uterus.

Yoongi indulges in a series of deliberate thrusts, each movement a slow dance that unveils the exquisite tightness enveloping him. With each rhythmic advance into your core, he keenly senses the escalating tension in your body.

“Yoon,” you pant, the syllables a breathless plea that lingers in the charged air. Yoongi, attuned to your every reaction, halts his movements, his hand tenderly caressing your cheek. “I can feel you everywhere inside, fuck.”

“Is it good, or should we stop?” he asks, a genuine concern etched across his features. His desire is not just for pleasure but for your comfort and satisfaction.

“No, it's good for now, but I'll let you know if it gets too intense, okay? Maybe we can change positions then?” you inquire, your voice a sultry whisper that hangs in the air. As you sensually grind your ass down into his pelvis, fucking yourself on his cock, a soft moan leaves your lips.

Yoongi releases a low, guttural moan against the sensitive skin of your neck, his reverberating pleasure mingling with lust between you. His hand journeys down the curve of your hips, gripping them with a possessive urgency. In this tactile exchange, he finds stability, a grounding force that allows him to drive into you once more, each thrust a testament to the fervor building between you.

As you surrender completely against him, a harmonious synchrony of pleasure unfolds. Sensing the shift, he accelerates his thrusts, a rhythmic dance that quickens the desire between you.

Yoongi inhales deeply against the canvas of your neck, and in a sudden, electrifying twist, you feel the graze of his teeth. Your body shivers with anticipation, and then he descends, sinking his teeth into your neck. Not too forcefully, but with a compelling intensity that sends a jolt of electricity down your spine. Your body responds in kind, grinding against his, and a sinful moan escapes you.

Then, with a sensual grace, he traces the path where his teeth had left their mark, his tongue delicately caressing your neck before placing soft, lingering kisses. Your response is a sultry mewl, the audible manifestation of pleasure, and in the electric aftermath, you feel a surge of arousal saturate his dick.

Breathless and on the precipice of ecstasy, you gasp, “Yoongi, I'm—,” the words trailing off into a passionate pant as he skillfully drives into you, each thrust an artful symphony of pleasure that transcends language, leaving you teetering on the edge of bliss.

“Hmm?”

His grip on your hips tightens, and with each deeper thrust, the world around you seems to blur as you swear that, despite the physical limitations of the position, you can feel him everywhere. It's an overwhelming sensation, almost too much.

“I want to change positions,” you pant, and in an instant, Yoongi withdraws, his response swift and attentive. With a purposeful motion, he turns you around, orchestrating a seamless transition that repositions you to face him once again.

“What do you want to do?” he smiles, his gaze tender as he caresses your cheek with the gentle strokes of his long, slender fingers. In the delicate dance of his touch, you feel an overwhelming sense of love and appreciation.

“I want to ride you,” you confess, leaning in to capture his lips in a soft kiss. As you pull away, a playful smile dances across your face, your eyes reflecting a potent mix of love and lust.

“Fuck, yeah, babe,” he breathes in eager agreement, turning to lie on his back. As you discard the pillow he thoughtfully fetched for you, you proceed to shed your nightgown, leaving both of you completely bare.

With a graceful motion, you hike one leg over his body, settling into a commanding straddle. Your hand confidently takes hold of his dick, aligning it with the eager warmth of your pussy again. A smile plays on your lips as you gaze down at him, relishing the empowering intimacy of having him beneath you in this moment.

His smile mirrors the adoration and appreciation he feels as he takes in every incredible feature of yours. As you descend slowly onto his cock, your face flushes a subtle shade of red, your quivering lips betraying the intensity of your desire. Your nipples stand proudly, and your gracefully rounded belly hangs low, a testament to the life you’ve both created and soon to welcome into the world.

God he loves you. So fucking much. In his eyes, you’re a goddess.

As you lower yourself onto his dick, a duet of moans escapes both of you, the soft stretch heightening the sensory experience. The angle of this position enhances the feeling, and in the synchronized exchange of pleasure, you both revel in the palpable sensation that binds you together.

“Fuck, Yoon!” you pant, the breathless exclamation escaping your lips as you reach the apex of his pelvis, his cock filling you up completely.

“'Ah! It's so much better like this,” you moan, the words dripping with satisfaction and pleasure as you take control, beginning to ride him with a rhythmic motion.

Yoongi's hands find purchase on your hips, their firm grasp not only steadying you but becoming an integral part of the rhythmic dance as you bounce on his dick.

It's undeniably exquisite, the sensation heightened by the captivating sight of you taking control, sending Yoongi into a feral state of desire. The raw power of your dominance, setting the pace and depth, fuels an irresistible fire within him. Your expressions—those eyes closing in lust, the whimpering pleas—seemingly unravel his restraint, threatening to push him over the edge.

“You look so good, bouncing on my dick. Such a good girl,” he pants, the words imbued with a husky appreciation. His hands, slightly squeezing your hips, become a tactile affirmation, letting you know that every movement is not just good but exceptionally arousing.

You keen in response to his praise, a melodious symphony of pleasure that resonates in the air. Empowered by the encouragement, you guide yourself down deeper, every movement an exquisite dance that intensifies the feeling of being incredibly full.

“Yoongi, I don't think I'm gonna last long,” you pant, the admission hanging in the air like an electrifying confession. Sensing the imminent climax, you slow your movements, the deliberate deceleration amplifying the anticipation.

“It’s fine,” he reassures you, “I’m not going to either.”

You chuckle at him, the sound a melodic blend of pleasure and fatigue as you continue to bounce on his arousal. “I'm also so damn tired. This is challenging with my belly being this big,”

“I can take over if you want—or we can try another position?” His offer is laced with genuine concern, a desire to ensure you don't strain or tire yourself unnecessarily.

“No! I love this. I want to ride you,” you moan, the words a passionate declaration as you sink down on him once more. The anticipation of your impending orgasm begins to unfurl in the depths of your stomach.

“Yoongi—, I'm close,” you pant, the admission a breathless revelation as you continue to move at a languid pace, the enticing rhythm showcasing the delightful bounce of your tits with each motion.

He has always been captivated by the allure of your tits—a mesmerizing aspect of your physicality that leaves him in awe. A part of him remains undecided, caught in the delightful dilemma of whether he prefers your tits or your ass, a choice he'd willingly forego, harboring a fervent desire for both.

Your hands find purchase on his sculpted pectorals, seeking support as exhaustion sets in, causing your movements to slow, each languid motion bringing you closer to climax. His gaze lingers on your face, a canvas painted with the intensity of the moment—sweat glistening, mouth slightly agape, and eyebrows creased in ecstasy as you fervently ride him, lost in the rhythmic dance of pleasure.

He senses a primal twitch within as he stays deep within you, and his gaze traces a path down your neck where the evidence of his love bite remains visible. Continuing his journey, his eyes appreciate the sight of your wonderful, bouncy tits.

Withdrawing both of his hands from your hips, they now tenderly grasp both of your tits. “These are so wonderful, as is every part of you,” he murmurs in a voice laced with appreciation.

You feel the walls of your pussy contract in response to his words of praise, a cascading sensation that culminates in a soft moan, his name escaping your lips like a whispered melody.

He caresses your tits, their softness, fullness, and weight filling his palms with a tangible desire. As his hands explore, he discovers your perked nipples, rolling them between his fingers in a delicate dance of pleasure.

“Yoongi!” A high-pitched moan escapes your lips, the fervent cry echoing in the charged atmosphere as you throw your head back, surrendering to the pleasure of sinking down on him once more.

He luxuriates in the splendor of your beauty, every facet of your amazing body a source of enchantment. Everything about you accelerates the rhythm of his heart, the butterflies in his stomach multiplying with each passing moment.

He gives a gentle tug on your nipple, sending a surge of sensations through your body like an electric current, a simultaneous feeling of warmth and chill enveloping you in a paradoxical embrace.

You sense a delightful tingling sensation rippling across your entire body, a prelude to an impending climax that hovers tantalizingly on the edge.

“Shit, Yoongi, I think I'm gonna come,” you moan, the admission carrying the weight of impending ecstasy.

He grunts in response, the primal sound echoing the urgency of his own impending release. “I'm close too.”

You start to sense a delightful tightness in your breasts, with Yoongi skillfully alternating between rolling your nipples, tugging, and pinching them. The exquisite play on your sensitive peaks sends shivers down your spine. Simultaneously, you become acutely aware of the wetness between your thighs, a slippery testament to the overwhelming arousal that courses through your body.

The sound of skin on skin slapping resonates through the air, a visceral percussion that punctuates the charged atmosphere. The noise sends a jolt through your body, causing your muscles to tense in response.

The tingling and prickling sensation in your breasts intensifies, creating a crescendo of arousal that surges through your body. Then, in a sudden release, you feel the pressure in them subside, a wave of pleasure ebbing away like a tide.

Yoongi watches in awe as a gush of milk shoots out of your tits, creating a mesmerizing display that soon turns into a sensuous drip. His finger skillfully rolls your nipples, the fluid covering them and your tits in a glistening sheen of your breastmilk. Fuck it’s hot. He feels his dick twitch again, as he keeps looking at your tits.

You sense a wetness on your breasts and instinctively glance down, only to be met with a wave of horror as you realize you've begun lactating. In an instant, you cover your bobs, a mix of shock and embarrassment washing over you. The sudden shift in your body leaves you feeling vulnerable and a bit grossed out.

“I'm so sorry,” you begin, breathless words escaping your lips as you continue to fuck yourself on his dick.

“You don't have to be sorry, babe. It's natural and sexy,” he reassures you with a loving smile, a genuine attempt to dispel any insecurity. His eyes, filled with both warmth and desire, convey a message beyond words—that he not only doesn't mind but finds the situation undeniably hot.

“Please let me touch them,” he pleads with a rare vulnerability in his usually composed demeanor.

You take a moment to contemplate, acknowledging that while you might not find it as inherently sexy as he does, the arousal sparked by his desire for you is undeniably enticing. Embracing the vulnerability, you lean in and press your tits closer to his face, your tummy meeting his, as you concede with a whispered “okay.”

You release your breasts from your grasp, and like a magnet seeking its counterpart, his hands find them once more. With deliberate tenderness, he begins to massage your tts, each slow and deliberate stroke creating ripples of pleasure that resonate through your body.

As you move up and down on his length, the kaleidoscope of emotions—love, lust, and adoration—mirrored in Yoongi's eyes sends a shiver down your spine. In that charged moment, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze, you feel like you could die a happy woman.

His fingers resume their dance, skillfully rolling your nipples and coating them with the warm fluid of your breast milk.

With a newfound determination, you pick up the pace, fervently chasing the brink of your orgasm. Yoongi, fully immersed in the moment, continues to fondle your tits with an affectionate touch.

“Ah! Yoongi, it's so good!” you moan with a symphony of pleasure as you lower yourself onto him, and in response, he tugs a little harder on your nipples.

“Fuck,” you pant, breathless, the sensation of being so thoroughly filled with desire and pleasure overwhelming your senses.

As your stomach tightens, the internal coil finally springs free, and you unleash your slick juices on his dick. A surge of ecstasy washes over you, rendering your vision blurry, a temporary blindness overcome by the intensity of pleasure. A strange ringing noise fills your ears, and your body collapses against Yoongi's in a state of blissful surrender.

With remarkable speed, he intercepts your naked form before it collides with him, his strong and firm hands seizing your hips to anchor you on top of him.

You man fervently, the echoes of your climax still reverberating through your body. In the throes of your descent from ecstasy, a desperate plea escapes your lips, “Yoongi, please fcuk me.”

With a firm grip on your hips, he squeezes them again, initiating a rapid and relentless pace of thrusting into you. The urgency in his movements mirrors the crescendo of desire building within him as he fervently chases his own impending orgasm.

Fuck, it was hot to witness you unravel in such ecstasy. The lingering sensation of your walls pulsating around his dick lingers, as if you're tightly embracing him, and he revels in it. Being inside you, outside you, every facet of connection with you fuels a deep and insatiable love within him.

“Fuck, babe – you’re so tight!” he moans in pure delight. As you sit up, a newfound intensity in your movements, your hands find your tits, skillfully rolling your nipples, and a rivulet of breast milk drips out. Fuck. That will be his undoing.

“Ah, babe—,” he moans your name with a drawn-out, languid tone, his eyes unable to tear away from the sinful allure of your face and the captivating sight of your incredible tits.

Inexplicably, your walls continue to throb around him, coaxing an unbridled release from him. A guttural moan of your name escapes his lips, a primal declaration of the intensity of the moment, synchronized with the eruption of his warm seed, cascading into the depths of your pulsating pussy.

“Fuck!” he pants, his thrusts persisting a few times before he deftly lifts you, positioning you higher on his stomach. In the aftermath of shared ecstasy, both of you lost in the haze of pleasure, the residue of your combined orgasms coats and binds you together, a slick and intimate testament to the intensity of lust.

“Ah…” you moan, a sultry melody escaping your lips as you descend into Yoongi's embrace. Despite the undertones of desire that lace your voice, he can't help but wonder what might be amiss as he sees pain etched in your face.

“What’s wrong, babe?” he inquires, his gaze locking onto your lustful eyes as he seeks to unravel the secrets veiled behind their desire-laden depths.

“I think I’m still orgasming,” you pant, rising once more, “it’s like my body won’t stop.” A shared gaze lingers between you, uncertainty flickering in both your eyes as the lingering waves of pleasure blur the lines between ecstasy and the unknown.

“Is it good or bad though?” he probes, a furrow forming on his brow as he attempts to unravel the mystery. “It’s not bad, but my tummy feels so tight,” your hand guides his to the firmness, and indeed, it does feel tight.

“Hmmm…” he contemplates the peculiar situation, his curiosity piqued but not overly concerned. “I’ll grab some towels and clean us up. Let’s wait a moment to see if it subsides, alright?”

You nod at him, then gracefully ease down from his lap, sprawling on your side, the remnants of passion and desire lingering in the air as you continue to pant for the sweet breath of satisfaction.

Yoongi gracefully rises from the bed, navigating the darkness of the night with an innate sense of purpose. He effortlessly locates your bathroom, skillfully secures a handful of towels, and returns to your bedroom with a quiet assurance, the dim shadows highlighting his silhouette as he prepares to tend to your shared aftermath.

“Here—, I–” With a sudden urgency, he tosses the towels aside as his eyes widen at the sight of you. Your figure is curled in on itself, hands instinctively cradling your stomach, every muscle in your body taut and tense.

“Yoongi, I think I’m in labor,” you declare, the gravity of the moment reflected not just in your words but also in the silent agony etched across your face, a shared understanding mirrored in the intensity of his gaze.

And then it hits him like a tidal wave; the tightness in your tummy was contractions. A surge of realization floods over him—shit, it’s happening. You're having your baby. In the whirlwind of emotions, he battles to remain calm, to steady himself for the pivotal moments ahead.

“Okay. Let's time the contractions and then call the hospital, okay?” he says, a sense of urgency in his voice, frantically searching for his phone on the nightstand.

“Let me know the moment you sense the beginning of a contraction,” he instructs, poised to start the timer.

“Right now,” you gasp, clutching your stomach tightly. The sensation grips you, an intense pressure, especially at the apex, and then, moments later, it releases. “It’s gone now.”

“Almost a minute,” he observes, his tone laden with the realization that you're edging closer to the throes of labor.

“Describe them to me. Are they intense? The pain worries me, seeing you in discomfort tears me apart,” he inquires, genuine concern etched across his face as he tries to understand what you're going through.

“Just a hint of pain, nothing unbearable. I can handle it,” you reassure with a soft chuckle, a resilient spirit shining through despite the discomfort, and he finds solace in your strength.

“Let's keep an eye on the contractions for about an hour, and then we'll give the hospital a call,” he suggests, retrieving the towels scattered on the floor earlier with a sense of urgency.

“While we wait, let me take care of you,” he proposes, coming closer with a towel. Gently lifting one of your legs, he begins to clean you, erasing the traces of our orgasms.

Your body quivers in response to his tender touch, eliciting delicate moans that dance in the air.

“Fuck. I don’t know why, but it’s turning me on, Yoon.” You moan softly, unable to explain the unexpected arousal, but your body instinctively grinds against the towel, turning a simple act into a sensual dance of lust.

A playful chuckle escapes him as he tends to your aftermath, skillfully cleaning you up. Satisfied with the tender care he has given you, he proceeds to clean himself up. Together, you reclaim your clothing, sitting down in your bed anxiously waiting for your contractions to pick up.

As the cadence of contractions quickens, Yoongi takes decisive action, reaching out to the hospital to announce the fact that you’re in labor. With a voice poised between urgency and excitement, he navigates the conversation, detailing the progression of your contractions over the past hour. He wants to know how you should proceed.

As anticipation swirls in the air like a palpable force, Yoongi's voice resonates with a newfound sense of joy. “They've given us the green light to drive to the hospital,” he announces, his eyes reflecting the shared excitement. As you both perch on the edge of the bed, he turns to you with a practical inquiry, “Where did you stash your hospital bag?”

Your gesture guides him to the dresser, and with a graceful sweep, Yoongi retrieves your carefully prepared hospital bag. His voice, a comforting melody, invites you to join him, “Come, we can go now.”

Guiding you with a gentle hand, Yoongi accompanies you to the entryway of your home, a silent pact of shared determination. The darkness outside, coupled with the December chill, calls for the practicality of boots and a warm coat.

Assertively reaching for Yoongi's car keys, you declare, “I can drive.” The shift in Yoongi's expression is so abrupt, it's as if you've caught a fleeting glimpse of a storm cloud on a clear day, the sour twist on his face a testament to the unexpectedness of your statement.

His voice takes on a stern edge, swiftly denying your attempt to take the wheel. Yoongi snatches the keys from your grasp, his firm tone leaving no room for negotiation. “It’s not safe for you to drive in the midst of contractions,” he insists, a protective glint in his eyes amplifying the weight of his concern.

“But it’s not that bad,” you argue, why, you don’t really know.

“Look, babe. I know you can do everything by yourself, you’re strong, and I love you for it. But you’re not driving the car,” he says with a tone that brooks no argument, a gentle firmness underlining his love and concern for your well-being.

As you both prepare and the keys find their place in Yoongi's firm grip, you swing the door wide open, only to be greeted by a blanket of white—the snow-draped landscape stretching across the grass, road, and your car. To top it off, gentle snowflakes dance down from the heavens. Fuck.

“Ugh, it’s going to take forever driving into the city in this weather,” you grumble, trudging your way towards the car through the dense, snow-laden path. The flakes fall thick and heavy, making it difficult to see ahead.

Yoongi grumbles under his breath, popping the trunk to stow away your bag. With meticulous care, he ensures you've got everything essential for the journey. Satisfied, you both slide into the car, ready to face the challenges the snowy night has in store.

“It's going to be alright, babe,” he reassures you, his hand gently covering yours before tenderly moving to your belly. “Can't wait to finally meet you.”

Yoongi is accustomed to navigating challenging weather conditions on the road, his driving skills unaffected by the snow. However, the incompetence of other drivers in snowy conditions infuriates him. Inside the cocoon of your car, he vents his frustration, unleashing a symphony of curses directed at everyone causing chaos on the wintry roads.

“Ease up on the road rage, Yoongi. I don't want our little one picking up a vocabulary lesson in expletives before they even arrive,” you chime in, settling deeper into the seat, your concern for the baby evident in your voice.

“Babe, seriously, who ventures out on the road without a clue about driving in the snow? And it's the crack of dawn—why is everyone suddenly on a snow-day adventure?” Yoongi grumbles in exasperation, his frustration bringing a smile to your face despite the situation.

“Have you forgotten it’s Christmas time?” you quip, chuckling as he gapes at you, realization dawning on him. Damn, he had indeed forgotten.

“We haven’t even reached the city yet and there’s already so many cars,” he complains some more, and you let him. His voice, a melody that always soothes, even in the midst of chaotic Christmas traffic.

“They’re going home to their families—, watch out!” you point at the car in front of you, its headlights blazing like a comet in the snowy morning, almost blinding in their intensity.

Yoongi's keen eyes caught sight of the car in the opposite lane, and it became painfully evident that the driver couldn't navigate the snowy roads to save their life. Inexplicably, this inept driver seemed to believe they owned the road, arrogantly straddling both lanes. Distinguishing one lane from another was challenging in the snowy chaos, but it wasn't rocket science either.

Yoongi skillfully swerves the car to the side, narrowly avoiding a collision with the vehicle in front. The abrupt move sends a rumble through the car as it navigates the bumpy terrain, plowing through a massive mound of snow hastily shoved to the side.

The car grinds to a halt, Yoongi unleashing a string of colorful curses directed at the absent driver. Now, you find yourselves stranded in the unforgiving grip of the snow.

His concerned gaze shifts to you, seeking reassurance. “Are you okay, babe?” he asks, and although you appear unharmed, your response carries the weight of the unexpected. “Yeah, I'm okay. Just a bit shaken.”

As he hums a soothing melody, his attempts to reassure you echo in the confined space, yet beneath the surface, he senses the gradual erosion of his own calm demeanor.

“That fucking jerk,” his frustration intensifies as he hisses about the reckless driver, but you, amidst the escalating contractions, offer soothing reassurance, masking the growing urgency within the car.

“I'll assess the damage outside, okay?” he proposes, seeking your consent. You nod, delving into your bag for a snack, a sudden wave of hunger overtaking you amid the unfolding situation.

Yoongi steps out into the freezing cold, the car's engine humming in the background. He surveys the vehicle, searching for any visible damage, but to his relief, nothing appears broken or in need of immediate repair.

The towering mound of snow engulfs the car, rendering the hood invisible. Yoongi, realizing the severity of the situation, understands that extricating the vehicle from this icy trap is no easy feat. The sheer depth of the snow suggests a challenging predicament, one that requires assistance. Knowing you're in no condition to lend a hand, he contemplates the help he'll need to navigate the car out of this wintry predicament.

He reenters the car, discovering you engrossed in a candy bar, and a hearty chuckle escapes his lips.

Between bites, you inquire, “I was hungry. How's the car?”

“It's stuck pretty bad in the snow pile. Can't get it out myself,” he begins, but you interrupt with a smile, “I can help you with that.”

“Have you forgotten that you're in labor?” he laughs, his voice raspy from the cold outside. “And you're not going out to shovel snow. We don't even have shovels,” he adds, sharing a hearty laugh with you.

“I thought you had all kinds of things in the car,” you chuckle, finishing your candy bar with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

“Yeah, but not shovels,” his laughter resonates in the car, a contagious sound that brings a smile to your face.

“What are we gonna do then, just wait?” you inquire, a hint of worry coloring your voice as the realization dawns that you might not make it to the hospital in time.

“I’ll call Jimin and ask him to come help,” he declares, urgency in his tone as he swiftly pulls out his phone, dialing Jimin’s number with determination.

Even in the early morning hush, Jimin's phone vibrates, and he glances at the caller ID to find Yoongi's name flashing. It's an unusual call at this hour, sparking an immediate concern that propels him to answer without hesitation.

“Hey, Yoongi hyung, something wrong?” His voice, tinged with worry and genuine concern, breaks the silence of the room as he answers the call. He rises from the bed, instantly alert to the unusual urgency in Yoongi's early morning summons.

“We had a car accident,” Yoongi's words hang heavy in the air, shattering the tranquility of the room. Jimin's reaction is immediate, a storm of worry and disbelief brewing within him. He erupts from the bed, shouting into the phone, “What??” The sheer concern in his voice mirrors the gravity of the situation.

Yoongi's reassurance echoes through the phone, a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. “It's minor, relax,” he utters, and the calmness in his voice acts as a lifeline, pulling him back from the edge of panic.

“A guy forced us off the road, and we ended up plowing into a massive snowbank. Now, the damn car's wedged in tight,” Yoongi recounts, frustration coloring his words. Jimin, attentive, absorbs the details. “Think you can come lend a hand? Bring some shovels. I'll shoot you our coordinates,” Yoongi requests, the urgency evident in his tone.

Jimin readily agrees to help, his concern palpable through the phone. However, he can't shake the worry as he inquires, “Are you guys okay? And ___? How's the baby?”

“Yeah, we're all fine,” Yoongi reassures, his voice a bit raspy. Jimin strains to catch some muffled sounds on the other end, unable to discern the details.

He glances at the dropped location on his phone, “I can be there in about 30 minutes,” he assures Yoongi, swiftly rising from his bed to grab some warm clothes.

“Thank you, Jimin.”

As the promised 30 minutes Jimin assured you passed an hour ago, he couldn't help but wonder if you were growing impatient with the prolonged wait.

Jimin spots your car on the roadside, its hazard lights casting an eerie glow, and he expertly maneuvers his own vehicle to a stop right behind yours.

He steps out, ready to retrieve tools from the trunk, but his attention is abruptly stolen by piercing screams emanating from your car. His muscles tense, and without a second thought, he dashes towards the source of the cries.

Why are you screaming? What's going on, and why are the windows so foggy?

With an overpowering urgency, he wrenches open the left door to the backseats, sending it flinging wide, the metallic screech echoing the urgency pulsing through his veins.

He hadn't anticipated the shocking scene that unfolded before him; there you were, legs pressed against the headrest on both the front and back seats, completely exposed from the waist down. He can clearly see your vagina. Fuck, your vagina is big—wait, something is coming out of it!

Yoongi catches Jimin unabashedly staring at your vagina, prompting an eye roll from him. What's with Jimin? Having already witnessed your tits and now your vagina, it annoys Yoongi to no end. He's possessive; the idea of others seeing you in such a vulnerable state doesn't sit well with him. Sharing is not his forte.

He hisses sharply, capturing Jimin's attention, all while the symphony of your agonized screams continues to pierce the air.

“Stop looking at her vagina, man! You’ve seen enough of her, Jimin,” Yoongi snaps, frustration dripping from his words as your writhing form remains nestled against his supporting frame.

Jimin's eyes widen in disbelief, his mouth agape at the unexpected scene. He quickly redirects his gaze to Yoongi, his expression a mix of shock and apology as he stammers, “I—I didn't mean to, Yoongi, I'm so sorry!”

You clutch your thighs tightly, a guttural scream escaping your lips as the contraction envelops you. Once it recedes, you direct an exasperated shout at Jimin, “Close the damn door! You’re letting all the cold air in.”

Jimin snaps out of his daze, berating himself for standing there like a fool. Swiftly, he slips into the driver's seat, positioning himself to face the backseats with a determined look on his face.

“How long has she been in labor?” Jimin queries Yoongi, who glances up from your panting form for a moment before responding, “A few hours, actually.”

“You could have mentioned that when you called!” Jimin hisses in frustration. Not that the information would have made a big difference, given that the snow was the primary cause of his tardiness.

“But that’s a long time. I can see the head coming out,” he informs, prompting both you and Yoongi to exchange amused eye rolls.

“Yeah, she's crowning,” Yoongi adds with a soft stroke to your cheeks, his touch a comforting anchor as you brace yourself for another contraction.

“What can I do to help? I don't think we can get the car ready in time to make it to the hospital,” Jimin inquires, his gaze shifting between you and Yoongi with a mix of concern and determination.

“I already realized I’m having this baby in the backseat of a fucking car. Serves me right — getting fucked in a car, giving birth in a car. I’ve come full circle!” you laugh hysterically between contractions, the situation not lost on you. Jimin shifts uncomfortably in the driver's seat, but Yoongi remains a steady rock, his presence grounding you amidst the chaos.

As Yoongi directs his attention to Jimin, he suggests, “Maybe you could call the hospital and check if they can send an ambulance our way, just in case. I haven't had a moment to make that call yet.” His fingers trace soothing circles on your thighs, a stark contrast to the urgency of your sudden need to push.

Jimin's face reflects genuine concern as he admits he's never witnessed someone in labor before, only having gleaned insights from movies. However, a memory surfaces—advice from Seokjin after his girlfriend gave birth. “You can try changing positions, something where gravity can aid the baby's descent,” he shares, a eureka moment breaking through the tension.

Following Jimin's suggestion, you and Yoongi exchange a glance filled with gratitude and amazement. Acting on the advice, you shift positions, moving to sit over the seats with your upper body draped across them, your face turned towards the back. The atmosphere is tense, yet the three of you share a determined resolve in the face of the unexpected delivery.

With Yoongi's steady support, you manage to assume a half-standing, half-seated position, your body poised for the imminent arrival of your baby. Meanwhile, the car fills with the sound of Jimin's urgent voice as he communicates with the hospital over the phone.

“They are sending an ambulance now,” he informs.

Gratitude colors Yoongi's urgent request, a plea wrapped in the intensity of the moment. “Thank you, Jimin. Could you come back here and lend a hand?” he implores, a mix of worry and determination in his voice, as you cling to the rhythm of your breaths, navigating the storm of contractions.

He teases with a nonchalant shrug, “I thought you didn't want me looking.” Yet, it's clear he's here to assist you; after all, you're his ride or die, and in this crucial moment, his quip holds a trace of underlying devotion and readiness to stand by your side.

In a playful retort, he asserts, “Bold of you to assume I wanted you to look at her vagina again. There are other ways to assist, you know. I'll keep vagina watch—she's my wife,” emphasizing the relationship he shares with you, as Jimin exits the car to join you in the backseat.

Your tired yet grateful gaze meets Jimin's as you acknowledge, “You were right, Jimin. This position is a game-changer. The pressure has eased up a bit.” Despite the sweat-soaked exhaustion etched on your face, a soft smile conveys your appreciation.

For a second, Jimin doesn’t know what to do – can he touch you? Where? How can he help?

“Fuck it hurts!” Agony courses through you, each breath a struggle as you arch your back, a desperate attempt to wrestle against the relentless ache.

As the waves of pain intensify, he instinctively rests his hand on the small of your back, gently tracing soothing circles. To his relief, he witnesses the tension in your body slowly surrender to the rhythmic comfort of his touch.

Summoning all his composure, Yoongi bravely steals a glance downward, discovering a tuft of hair signaling the imminent arrival. Damn. He knows he must remain composed, steady—for you.

“How did you go into labor anyway? How did the water break, was it like in the movies?” Jimin launches into a barrage of questions, his curiosity pouring out like an unbridled stream. You shoot a glare his way, practically hurling invisible daggers in his direction at the audacity of his inquiries.

His hands continue their soothing circles on your lower back as he asks, “What?” Yoongi resurfaces, his expression a blank canvas.

And suddenly, realization flashes across Jimin's face. “You totally fucked! And then she went into labor!” he exclaims, a mix of shock and amusement in his voice.

You hiss in pain, your fingers clenching the seat with a vice-like grip, the intensity of the moment etched in the white-knuckle grasp of your hands.

Both your expressions affirm Jimin's earlier assumption, a silent confirmation that lingers in the charged air of the confined space.

“Shit, I can’t do this,” you gasp, exhaustion etched across your face, your body seemingly on the brink of surrender.

“You're almost there, babe. It's safe to keep pushing,” Yoongi reassures you with a tender kiss on your cheek, but you push him away, a fiery glare in your gaze.

“This is all your fault. You and your damn big dick!” you scream at him, and he understands, recognizing it as your pain talking and not the real you. Jimin chuckles from beside you, and you turn to give him a death glare, saying, “Don’t act so innocent, Mr. ‘I think Yoongi likes you.’”

“But I was right. And now you're about to have his baby. It's going to be okay,” Jimin reassures you, his hand gently rubbing your back.

“Just relax,” Jimin adds.

“Easy for you to say; a baby isn't shooting out of your body,” you huff, the intensity of your anger subsiding.

“I know it hurts, babe. But focus on your breathing, and when you're ready, push with all you've got,” Yoongi encourages, leaning in to kiss you on the lips.

The kiss sends electric shivers down your spine, and strangely, it acts as a calming balm, making the pain feel somewhat more bearable.

When he pulls away, he notices the lingering frown on your face, and a sense of curiosity washes over him. “It was nice, Yoongi. I think it helps alleviate the pain,” you admit, your voice a mixture of exhaustion and appreciation.

“Kiss me again,” you pant, your desperation echoing in the quiet space of the car. Yoongi obliges, capturing your lips with a hunger that elicits a moan from deep within you. In that stolen moment, the world fades away, forgotten in the intoxicating blend of passion and the rhythmic circles Jimin traces on your back.

“Don’t mind me. But I think the baby is coming, I can see more of its head just from here,” he informs, his eyes wide with a mix of awe and amusement. Yoongi's gaze follows Jimin's, confirming the imminent arrival.

He positions his hands underneath your core, preparing to catch your baby as soon as it emerges. Yet, your screams of pain prompt a plea, “Please distract me with kisses,” you cry out, your hands clenching around the seats in a desperate search for relief.

Yoongi glances up at you, your pain evident, and the desperate desire for relief palpable in your eyes. However, he's torn between wanting to provide comfort and being there to catch and deliver your baby. A moment of realization dawns upon him – he can't be in two places at once, something Jimin seems to realize too.

Yoongi gazes at Jimin, a silent plea for guidance evident in his eyes, but Jimin, with a mischievous grin, utters, “You've got two choices, hyung – catch the baby or let me kiss your wife. What's it gonna be?”

Yoongi gapes at him, astounded by the audacity Jimin displays in even suggesting such a choice. He's acutely aware of his own possessiveness, and Jimin knows how much he fucking wants to deliver his own child. He’s caught between a rock and a hard place.

With a sense of urgency, you turn your head and implore, “Do something! I don't care who kisses me, just someone, please!” Your plea echoes with a mixture of sternness and desperation, the pain coursing through your entire body amplifying the need for any distraction.

Yoongi moves with unwavering determination, ascending once more. “Fine. Deliver the baby. You're going to be the godfather anyway,” he grumbles to Jimin, reaching your head and pressing his lips plush against yours. Instantly, you relax, a moan escaping in the midst of the chaos.

“I am?” Jimin questions, uncertainty lacing his voice. Yet, he positions his hands beneath your vagina, mirroring Yoongi's earlier gesture.

You eagerly press your lips to Yoongi's, seeking out his tongue in a passionate exchange, panting and moaning in response to the surge of arousal coursing through you. Amid the heated kiss, you offer affirmative murmurs to Jimin, your desires spoken through the intensity of the embrace with Yoongi.

“It's working, the baby is coming out,” Jimin exclaims with a mix of excitement and focus, his hands securing the baby's head with delicate precision to ensure a safe descent into the world.

Yoongi abandons your mouth, tracing a fiery path down to your neck, his lips leaving a trail of searing kisses and tantalizing bites. Your response is an involuntary groan, a symphony of pleasure escaping your lips, as you gasp out, “Fuuuck, Yoongi.”

“The head is completely out now!” Jimin’s voice breaks through the intense moment and in response, you instinctively grab Yoongi’s head, pulling him back up into a passionate kiss.

As your lips entwine in an ardently sensual dance, the symphony of pleasure resonates, eliciting increasingly fervent moans from you.

Breaking away, you gasp, “Fuck. Why does it feel like I’m coming?” Your breath comes in pants, and you sense a relieving tightness escaping your body.

Jimin swiftly takes charge, catching the remainder of your baby as it emerges, and Yoongi lends his support, ensuring Jimin's hands remain steady in the crucial moment.

The infant rests gently between your thighs in the hands of both Yoongi and Jimin, and as you gasp for air, you steal a glance downward. There, your precious baby lies, serene and silent. A moment of quietude settles in, and a disquieting realization begins to dawn upon you—silence, in this context, isn't the reassuring sound you anticipated.

Dread courses through you as you breathe heavily, realizing the absence of that expected newborn cry. Without hesitation, you extend your trembling arms, pulling your baby up against your chest in a desperate embrace.

An air of tension hangs heavy, mirrored in the anxious expressions on Jimin and Yoongi's faces, both men holding their breath, awaiting the sound that should signify life's beginning.

In an instinctual surge of emotion, you tear your shirt to shreds with one hand, cradling your newborn against your bare chest. Shock registers on both Jimin and Yoongi's faces as they witness this raw display of maternal instinct, captivated by the power and determination radiating from you.

As you gently rub the baby's back, waves of sadness wash over you, and tears stream down your face. In a choked voice, you express your fear, “This is why I should have delivered in the hospital. What if something happened to the baby and it's...gone?” The last part of the sentence catches in your throat, too emotional to articulate fully.

In the confined space of the car, you twist around, pressing your back against the seat as tears cascade down your cheeks. The anguish in your body is palpable, each sob causing a tremor that echoes the pain you're enduring.

In an instant, a second cry intertwines with yours, and you lower your gaze to behold your baby, tiny and fragile, yet alive. A surge of relief floods through every fiber of your being, mirrored in the eyes of the two men who exchange a profound, knowing glance.

Clutching your newborn close, you haven't even taken a moment to check the gender, but in this raw and tender moment, it hardly matters. All that echoes through your soul is the reassurance that everything is alright.

Overflowing with gratitude, your voice carries a symphony of love as your eyes dance between your husband and Jimin. “Thank you, both of you” you whisper, your heart swelling with the depth of the moment.

Yoongi whispers, his voice a tender melody, “You did incredible, babe,” as he leans in to press a gentle kiss against your cheek, his words echoing with admiration for your strength and resilience.

“No problem at all. You were amazing, ___,” Jimin commends, leaning back into the seat beside you, his hands stained with blood, that he wipes off on his pants.

“Jimin, could you check the trunk for some thermal blankets?” Yoongi requests, his gaze tenderly fixed on your baby, who has quieted down and now rests peacefully against your boobs—what he believes to be the most comforting place.

Jimin returns with a bundle of blankets, and Yoongi, with a sense of urgency, joins him in carefully wrapping you and the baby. The blankets cocoon you both, shielding you from the biting cold as you patiently await the arrival of the ambulance.

“Should we find anything to cut the cord with?” In a sudden burst of practicality, Jimin scans the car, his eyes searching for anything suitable to cut the cord.

“No, no. I've read that the baby can stay attached for hours and even days. So I'm fine waiting to do it in the hospital,” you say, your voice carrying a mixture of fatigue and overwhelming love. Your eyes remain fixed on your baby, and you don't glance at Jimin as you express your decision.

Then, a sensation grips your attention, warmth and thickness enveloping you between your legs. As you cast your gaze downward, the revelation dawns upon you – it's the placenta.

“You guys might need a new car,” Jimin breaks into laughter and Yoongi looks at him perplexed, before he scans the state of the car; it’s filled with blood, anatomic fluid and God knows what else. He reckons you’ll have to burn it, if it can’t be cleaned.

Half an hour post-delivery, the ambulance team arrives like guardian angels, swooping in to cradle you in their capable hands as they whisk you away to the sanctuary of the hospital.

Jimin swiftly summons roadside assistance, ensuring a caretaker for your stranded car, while he maneuvers his own vehicle through the snowy streets to the hospital.

Nestled in the hospital room, you're navigating the nuances of new motherhood. The compassionate nurses guide you through the art of breastfeeding, and you're determined to master this intimate dance with your newborn.

Beside you, Yoongi shares in the enchantment, both of you reveling in the miracle of your beautiful baby girl, awestruck at the realization that you've crafted this extraordinary little being together.

Gazing into his eyes, a kaleidoscope of love, affection, and adoration, he whispers, “I love you, babe,” before tenderly leaning in for a heartfelt kiss.

“I love you too, Yoongi.”

Jimin sweeps into the room, a harbinger of warmth and color, bearing a bouquet of your favorite purple flowers. Your heart flutters as you press a grateful kiss to his cheek, expressing your thanks.

Deep gratitude colors Yoongi's voice as he wraps Jimin in a tight embrace. “Seriously, Jimin, thank you for everything,” he murmurs, sincerity etched in his words. Jimin, with a warm smile, responds, “It's no problem. You're welcome.”

Clutching Jimin's hand, you squeeze it tightly, your eyes reflecting sincere appreciation. “No, thank you. I would never have made it without you,” you express, the gravity of your words resonating in the room.

You express your heartfelt appreciation, looking directly at Jimin as you speak. “You are my best, best friend, Jimin. I love you and thank you,” your words carrying the weight of genuine gratitude. Jimin meets your gaze with tenderness, carefully keeping his eyes on your face, mindful of not stepping on any toes with Yoongi, not that there's anything he should be worried about.

“She’s really cute—the baby, I mean,” Jimin throws his hands up in mock defense, unable to contain his admiration. His genuine enthusiasm shines through as he revels in the adorable sight of your newborn.

Yoongi begins with a playful smirk, “Relax, Jimin. You're allowed to call my wife cute and pretty, and occasionally sneak a glance at her assets if the situation calls for it; like a birth or a bra mishap—but nothing more.” He chuckles, wrapping up his words with a friendly hug, leaving Jimin with a mix of relief and amusement.

Jimin's laughter resonates in response, and just as the sound fills the room, the door swings open, ushering in the rest of your friends.

They flood the room with warm greetings, and your eyes quickly catch Jungkook, who enters with a whimsical unicorn plushie and a vibrant bouquet in shades of purple, pink, and blue.

“These are for you,” he beams, thrusting the bouquet towards Yoongi, who delicately places them on the table beside you.

“Congratulations,” the boys chime in unison, closing in to catch a glimpse of your precious little one.

You shift your baby in your arms, delicately adjusting your gown to reveal the other breast for feeding. With each nourishing moment, you sense post-contractions coursing through your body, a gentle reminder of your uterus gradually returning to its normal size.

Jungkook, Taehyung, and Namjoon inadvertently direct their gaze toward your breasts, drawing Yoongi’s attention. However, Seokjin interjects sternly, “Enough, guys. Show some respect. Quit staring at her breasts while she's feeding. You've seen other breasts before; let's not be rude.”

Jimin lets out a chuckle from his position beside you on the bed, quietly noting that the others should consider themselves lucky that Yoongi didn't snap at them for sneaking glances at your breasts.

“Starting today, a strict no-gazing policy is in effect for anyone trying to sneak a peek at my wife's breasts or her vagina,” Yoongi declares, shooting a pointed yet appreciative smile in Jimin's direction.

Confusion flickers across the faces of all the guys as their gazes shift between Jimin, Yoongi, and then you, signaling that something intriguing might have unfolded.

As their jaws drop in surprise, you casually spill the details, “He played a crucial role in delivering the baby and got an unexpected front-row view of my vagina in the process.”

Yoongi clenches his jaw, his gaze piercing through the room as he asserts, “Yes, that happened. Eyes off—especially you two,” he warns, shooting a stern look at Jungkook and Taehyung, who quickly avert their eyes.

Jungkook hesitantly clears his throat, his curiosity overcoming his apprehension, “___, what's that on your neck?”

A rosy hue tints your cheeks as you recall the passionate love bite that Yoongi left on your neck just before the chaotic journey into labor began, and you find yourself cursing your husband under your breath for the intimate moment that now decorates your skin.

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shina913 · 7 months

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Nothing | PJM

Pairing: Jimin x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+ (but nothing explicit); SFW

Genre: established relationship; fluff

Warnings: some double entendres

Word count: 1.1k words

Summary: You surprise Jimin for his birthday.

A/N: I had hoped to post this last night before Jimin's birthday passed but I got sleepy 😂 Dedicated to @internetjunkdrawer. Happy belated birthday, Jiminie!

“Jimin, you have a delivery waiting for you at the front desk.”

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He wasn’t expecting any mail today and even if he did, his assistant normally signed for it and brought it to him, if it was small enough.

"Thanks, Rachel! I'll come and get it later,” he says before turning back to his computer screen.

"I’m afraid this one requires a direct signature from the recipient," she insists.

He couldn't fault her for doing her job. Even though he was in the midst of a task, he decided to take a five-minute walking break. "Alright, I'll be right out."

As he walks out into the lobby area, he slowly breaks into a face-splitting grin at the sight of you.

You meet him halfway, walk right into his open arms, and give him a work-appropriate peck on the lips.

"Hi! What are you doing here?"

"I thought I'd surprise you for lunch!" You lift your hand to show him the paper bags you carried. "Happy birthday!" you beam at him.

“Aw, you didn’t have to do this, baby,” he says to you, noting that it was also the middle of your workday and your office was across town. “We have dinner tonight, don’t we?”

“We do but it’s such a nice day out and I thought we could have a picnic at the park across the street? We won’t take long,” you offer.

Suddenly remembering an appointment, he turns to his assistant and asks anxiously, "Oh no, what about my 11:30?"

Rachel smiles knowingly and turns her gaze to you. You both giggle, and he turns to you and asks, "Wait, you’re my 11:30?"

"Well, it would have ruined the surprise if I had told you," you say innocently.

"I also know you've been really stressed and I didn’t want to show up unannounced. That's why I called Rach and asked her to block off an hour," you wink at her.

It was considerate of you but a pang of guilt hits him knowing that you felt the need to schedule a specific time in his day to have lunch with him. He’s been working so hard and couldn’t even take some time off on his birthday.

“Thank you, love.” He gives you another kiss.

He turns to his assistant and mouths his thanks, takes the bags from you, and laces his free hand with yours as you head off toward the elevators.

You walk across the street to a nice park where you could sit on the grass.

Jimin notices that you've come prepared with a fold-up mat, which you usually bring with you for walks or when you spend the day at parks.

Both of you settle on the mat on the grass and enjoy lunch. Afterwards, you whip out a cupcake from one of your paper bags, along with a candle, and light it up. He's touched by how much effort you put into this.

Once you're done singing 'happy birthday' to him, he shuts his eyes and blows out the flame.

“What did you wish for?” You ask him.

He dips his finger into the whipped frosting and licks it off. "Oh, you know, the usual. Long life, happiness…win the lottery. And..." After you both chuckle, he turns wistful, his eyes wandering nearby where a couple is watching their child take their first steps.

"And... I hope that project we've had for a while would give us some results."

You hum at his response. “Oh, our project."

"Yeah. I mean, even if it doesn't, it's always fun whenever we work on it."

You suppress a smile. “You like working on it? It doesn’t feel like a chore?”

He laughs, remembering the first few months, when everything had to be timed perfectly. “Not at all. I love it! Sometimes, I wish we could pull more all-nighters,” he winks.

You feel a tingle in the pit of your stomach at the thought of it.

“Maybe after dinner, we can work on it again? It is my birthday after all.” He proposes, wagging his eyebrows mischievously.

You giggle at his suggestive request but agree. "Alright. Anything for the birthday boy."

He pumps his fist in excitement, like a little kid on Christmas morning.

“I know our hour is almost up but I wanted to give you one more present.”

He watches as you retrieve a plain-looking slender box from your purse and hand it to him.

“Aw, baby. You didn’t have to go through all this trouble,” he pouts endearingly before opening it.

You're on the edge of your seat, eagerly anticipating what's about to happen. He slowly lifts the lid, and the moment he sees what's inside, his jaw drops and his eyes widen once he realizes what it is.

His head snaps up at you. “Is this—“

You remain silent but continue to smile at him as you watch him pick up the positive pregnancy test stick.

“This—is this real? Please tell me it’s real,” he stutters and his eyes start to water.

You feel a sting in the back of your throat as well. “Surprise! Our little project finally has results,” you whisper happily.

He beams, dropping the box to the ground, and cups your face in his hands to kiss you.

"This is…wow!” He marvels at the test stick. “When did you find out?" he asks.

He had noticed that you had been feeling off for a few days. You explain that you recently had some bloodwork done to rule out certain things, and your doctor called with positive news.

His happiness about the idea of having children makes you smile. You’ve been working on starting a family for a while now, and despite some challenges, you’re very excited about the new adventure that lies ahead.

You remind him that his lunch break is ending, but he dismisses it. "Forget work! I'm taking the day off! There's no way I can go back to work after this. We should celebrate! I'll call Rachel so she can cancel all my meetings for the rest of the day. Heck, I'm taking a long weekend! How about we take a trip to the coast? That would be amazing, right?"

"Yeah," you whisper.

"If we play our cards right, maybe we can make a twin for it by next week?" He grins mischievously.

You throw your head back, amused by the ridiculousness of his suggestion, but you know he's just as overjoyed as you are. "Last time I checked, that's not how it works!”

"I don't care!" His eyes crinkle with laughter. He gazes at you briefly before leaning in for another kiss. This time, your lips linger together a bit longer, as you revel in the moment. "I love you so much," he whispers.

"I love you too. Happy birthday," you smile at him.

"Best birthday ever."

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roo-bastmoon · 7 months

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Homage vs. Copying

So I'm not feeling super great these days, but I still dip into Jikook spaces for a quick hit of lovely serotonin and to check up on my friends. Alas, I see some folks raging in the tags that JK is stealing Jimin's original concepts because he's too stupid or lazy to come up with his own... I'm not having flashbacks to BTS' plagiarism scandal, I'm not. I have thoughts--and lots of photo examples--about this topic, under the cut. Let's get into it--and keep it civil, too.

First off--let's just establish that folks have the right to use the Jikook tag to both celebrate and critique Jikook and the fandom around Jikook. People get to write about what they want on their blogs. They get to rant, so long as no one is using hate speech and slurs. (The minute I see that shit, I quietly report.)

Clearly, folks who are angry at Jungkook (or Jimin) come into the Jikook tag because they want attention from Jikookers, and the best use of my time and energy is to self-police and block them. That way I am not infringing on their right to scream into the wind all they like, but I also don't have to hear the noise.

Second off, unless JK called any of us up and said: "Hey, guess what? After 10 years of evidence to the contrary, suddenly I'm incapable of original thought, so I just take advantage of Jiminie-hyung, whom I keep calling out and hyping up and praising and asking to spend time with and traveling with and whose style I also match in my personal life!" maaaaybe we give the benefit of the doubt, and at least entertain the possibility that Jungkook is expressing visual alignment with Jimin because he can't just openly claim him in other ways?

Like, I'm not saying that IS what's going on, because Jungkook doesn't call me up and tell me his thoughts, either. It's fine; I'm not mad. He doesn't even text Jin back. I am just saying we should maybe sit with the idea for a bit and really marinate on what that might mean for a queer couple.

(Or we could just take in things without pronouncing any opinions yet--ya know, until we get more data around Jungkook's choices and how Jimin feels about it.)

It's fine not to assume the similarities are romantic gestures; but it's also fine not to assume the worst--that JK is siphoning off Jimin like a leech. Jungkook was consulted by the Seven stylist and he got to be creative director for his Vogue shoot; he also had some say in his music videos and performance stages. He is making choices deliberately, and it makes no sense to me that he would choose to openly copy a bandmate out of laziness. He has a professional reputation to consider.

Rather, I think this is one of the few places where he has artistic license to tether a thread between him and Jimin. I think he's paying homage.

(Side note: In film and photography, an homage is an imitation of another work. At first glance, it may seem like an homage is a rip-off or a lesser copy, but it actually pays tribute to and honors the source work. Homage is a great way to use other filmmakers' styles and content to crystallize your unique voice as a filmmaker.)

So that's my currently theory about what's going on.

Yet, honestly? None of us really know WHY there's so much similarity in their looks these days. The similarities are now stacking up so much as to be undeniable, though.

Personally, I'm leaning to this being a celebration of the fact that Jikook have always shared similar tastes; it's one of the many ways they click. Jikook know that. The stylists know that. So yeah, when JK gets a chance to observe and emulate (and expound upon) Jimin's style, he does. Because Jimin is one of the coolest people in the world to him. So he shows this in his own creative work and in his own personal wardrobe.

Here's why I hold that opinion at the moment:

Could this all be the stylists choosing to recycle looks or throw bread crumbs to Jikookers? I guess.

Could this be Jungkook just borrowing from Jimin as a shortcut? I'm not sharing his brainwaves, so I can't tell you there's zero possibility.

But what seems more likely is that of all the artists in the world, Jimin is the one Jungkook has always kept his eyes on. Out of love and respect, not malice and opportunism.

Like with the 1108 and 13 numbers that THEY keep inserting into their own communications, these similarities in style is also an emerging pattern.

If you feel protective of Jimin, I understand why you'd be wary of so much similarity. But consider what we know of both Jimin and Jungkook over the past 10 years...

While neither of these human beings are perfect (and they will continue to make mistakes), they clearly love each other. And you don't steal from the people you love. But you do honor how amazing they are whenever you get the chance.

So maybe let's just hear JK out on this?

Okay, that's all the energy I have for this topic. I got deadlines and health tests to power through over the next few weeks. If you comment with your own ideas, that's cool--but please keep it respectful of Jikook and each other. I don't want to banhammer anyone but I will.

Love, Roo

PS Even if I'm not around much, you can be sure I'll buy and stream 3D, and I encourage you guys to give it a chance too! <3

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taleasnewastime · 10 months

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In the wake of your leave | Part 4

Summary: It’s been six years since you’ve been home. Six years since you’ve been in this city. Six years since you stood in this house. Six years since you saw all these people. Six years since you’ve seen Jimin. But you’re back now, your father’s funeral the reason for your return, but this time you don’t plan on leaving and this time you’re going to take what you want no matter what.

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Genre: Unrequited love; brothers’ best friend; slow burn; mafia au; angst

Word count: 14.5k

Warnings: Angsty feelings, unrequited feelings, Jimin uses the nickname Princess, swearing, mentions of death, blood, there’s a physical fight, threats, reader being physically threatened, alcohol is consumed, talk about drinking problems, lots of feelings, reader is threatened a few times, misogyny, I guess just lots of things you’d imagine from a gang/mafia fic but overall it’s also not that dark.

Authors note: The end of In the wake of your leave! Thanks for reading and commenting and liking and rebloging and sending me messages about this story. It’s been hard to write, but knowing people wanted to read it made it a bit easier. I hope you enjoy this final part, there are parts I’m not 100% happy with, but c’est la vie! I hope you enjoy :)

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“How did the meeting with your brother go?”

Wine slops up the edge of your glass when you look over your shoulder. Jimin’s stood, a smirk on his lips as he leans against the door frame. His hair is mused, shirt rumpled and unbuttoned so it hangs loosely around his neck. You should look away, but you can’t. Jimin must catch onto that fact given the way his lips curl and his stance becomes that little bit more cocky. It’s enough to get you to drag your gaze away.

Eyes focus instead on the flickering fire in front of you. There’s something calming and comforting about watching the oranges and pale blues dancing over the logs. The heat wrapping around you like a warm hug. You feel like you need one of those more and more these days.

“Shall I pour my own glass then?”

You jump, feel rude as you twist to pour him some wine. He’s already beat you though. Not realising he’s already stood by you, you reach out to grab the wine but find Jimin’s hand. While you heat, Jimin laughs. Will you ever be normal around him? Will you ever not feel awkward in situations like this with him?

Focus again on the fire, you take a gulp of your wine. It’s sweet and sharp as it slides down your throat. Given the amount of alcohol you’ve already consumed tonight, you don’t wince at its taste.

“So?” He elongates the word. “You and Yoongi?”

“I thought you normally clocked off this late?” Your reply is blunt and closed.

“Can’t I be interested?”

“It’s more the fact you’re stealing my wine.”

He huffs a laugh and though you’re not looking at him you can feel the judgement of him noticing how much wine you’ve already had. Now you think about it, you’re unsure Jimin has ever seen you drink. You wonder what he thinks as he watches you. Remember when he told you that he once thought of you as a little girl, but now doesn’t. Is that still what he sees?

“It’s been a long day,” you mutter an excuse without needing him to say anything, taking another gulp from your glass.

“I’ll get us some more when we need it,” he says. “Now, tell me about Yoongi.”

“You’re obsessed,” you smirk at him, still trying to stall him. “Don’t tell me you have a thing for my brother?”

It’s the wrong thing to say given the way his head quirks to the side, his lips lifting in amusement. You look away from him in a flash, taking another gulp of your wine to hide your discomfort. Wine nearly drained Jimin takes the silence to fill your glass back up. You mutter your thanks as you place your glass on the table in front of the two of you. It’s starting to hit just how much you’ve had. It turns out you can get through a lot of alcohol given only an hour and a whole host of emotions currently swimming inside you.

“He thinks I’m doing great, actually,” you twist to look at Jimin. Leg folding under you, hands resting on your lap. You find yourself wanting to make sure you catch every reaction he has.

“Sounds like you’re surprised.”

“I’m not surprised. Other people, on the other hand, I think will be.”

“Other people?”

You do a wide sweeping gesture of the room, encompassing him, the only other person here besides you. “Other people.”

His lip moves again, his amusement starting to become more apparent. “Well, I’m not surprised,” he mimics your tone.

You roll your eyes, not believing. Despite yourself, you reach for your wine again. Another long gulp, more alcohol you don’t need in your system. It feels like you need it though, it lessens the constant thoughts going around your head and makes it easier to sit here, especially around this man.

“What did he say about the thumb?”

You look back at him. He’s feigning disinterest but you can see it’s what he really cares about. You remember that first meeting with Yoongi when he offered you a roll, when Jimin shouted at him not to let you in. Remember your argument in the car. His admission on the roof, before he kissed you, after you killed a man and he sought you out. He really does care about you. All this time you’ve pushed it away, thought it was one sided and yet he’s silently, gently, been watching over you and it’s starting to show.

“What should he have said?” You feel like your voice has gone husky, but Jimin doesn’t do anything to suggest he’s noticed.

“Well, what is he going to do about it?”

“Nothing,” you shrug and smile a little when you can see the anger start to bubble in him.

“Nothing? You get sent a thumb and he’s going to do nothing? What the fu–”

He cuts himself off when he catches the smile you can’t bite back. The anger staying for a second, but he finds it hard to hold onto when you let out a little giggle. His eyebrows dipping, his lips reluctantly lifting into a smile.

“Aw, Jimin, you actually care.”

Leaning forward and placing your hand on his bare arm that’s resting on the back of the sofa is a mistake. Heat runs through you, burning you. Jimin’s eyes jump to the spot you touch, and you can’t read if it’s because he feels the same as you, or because he’s weirded out by you touching him. Regardless, you don’t linger. Pulling your hand away you wiggle in your seat, clearing your throat.

“He’s going to look into it,” you say, eyes focused on a spot over his shoulder. “He’s sure he’ll work out who sent it given they wrote a note and left it in my room.”

“Right,” Jimin’s voice sounds stiff now and this time it’s him that takes a sip of his wine.

“But it’s Yoongi, so you know, of course he’ll work it out,” you pause a beat but don’t give it much thought before carrying on. “That is if he decides it’s something he wants to know.”

Given how careful you’ve been at not saying anything over the last few weeks you’ve been back, it’s the boldest and closest to how you truly feel you’ve been. But even in your inebriated state you don’t need Jimin to tell you that you shouldn’t have said the words. And given his small frown you know that he knows you already know that. At least he’s learning something; you’re no longer a child he needs to spell things out to. Though Jimin has never babied you before, that’s half the problem.

“Is this the only bottle you’ve had?”

You hum, not wanting to lie but also not wanting to let him know that no, this isn’t your first bottle tonight.

Jimin pauses, clearly understanding what your silence means. “Want me to get you a water.” It’s not said as a question and Jimin doesn’t wait for an answer. You watch as he unfolds from his seat, crane your neck as he looms over you, he lingers to smile down at you before seeming to think better. You watch as his back disappears through the door towards the kitchen.

Maybe water isn’t such a bad idea. Even as the thought passes through your mind you swallow the remaining wine in your glass. Disappointed you search for the bottle only to find that empty too. You’re just about to stand to find more when Jimin enters with two glasses of clear liquid in his hand.

Amusement lights his face when he sees you struggling to get up and it’s enough for you to decide to stay where you are.

“Here,” he says as he passes you the water.

You take a few gulps before placing it on the table. It does nothing to dampen the rising feeling of drunkenness, you hadn’t realised how much you’d had to drink but now thinking about it you’d opened your second bottle by the time Jimin came in the room.

“I’ve been thinking about what Sam said today, about the way –”

Your groan cuts Jimin off. Picking up your feet you tuck them under your legs, twisting to look at Jimin. “Can we not talk about that right now.”

He’s smirking at you. There’s clear amusement in his eyes, almost definitely because he can see how much alcohol you’ve consumed and what that’s causing you to do. But there’s something else in his eyes too, you’d call it fondness but the thought that that might be it causes a dangerous squeezing sensation in your heart.

“What do you want to talk about then?” He asks, shuffling a little in his chair so he can more comfortably look at you.

“I don’t know,” you say exasperated. “The new Dune film, Prince Harry’s book, Climate Change? Anything would be better than talking about my murdered father.”

“And yet you came all the back here to try and work out who did it.”

You can see the words have been going around his head like a puzzle he can’t solve for a while. You choose to ignore him as if he hasn’t spoken.

“William and Harry’s argument sounded pretty dirty,” you say. “Smashing Harry’s head into a dog bowl? Who’d have thought the future King would behave like that?”

“I have something better to talk about,” Jimin’s smile does nothing to instil confidence. “How exactly did you and Jungkook meet?”

The air seems to leave you lungs. You weren’t expecting him to talk about that. About the six years you were gone, when you were forced out, when you didn’t speak to each other but when you never stopped thinking about him. He’s never brought it up before, you thought you were going to skate over the subject, pretend it never happened.

“William and Harry’s beef is way more interesting,” you say, glancing down at your still empty wine glass.

“I don’t know, hearing about all those years I missed out on sounds pretty interesting to me.”

Your heart stops, when it beats again it seems to be in your throat and causes a wave of feelings to course across your chest. All your nerve endings have never felt more alive, the room looks sharper and suddenly you don’t feel as drunk, while your mind turns to mush.

Jimin’s smile grows, his crooked front tooth beams at you before he picks up his still full wine glass and takes a sip. He knows how he’s affecting you. He knows what he still does to you. And you can’t tell if the smile is because he likes thinking he makes you feel that way, or because he’s enjoying lording the power over you.

“It was at a gym,” you say taking Jimin by surprise. “He wanted to correct all the bad habits you’d instilled into me.”

You feel your cheeks heat at the deep chuckle, keep your head ducked to keep your small smile hidden.

“And how was university?” You look up at him, what? written all over your face. “Hey, I never went. I’m interested. Is it just like they make out in the movies?”

You roll your eyes, more willing to show your smile now. “Just like the movies?”

“Alright,” he chuckles. “Forget about it then.”

He doesn’t sound annoyed and maybe it’s the reason you feel like you can keep joking with him. Getting comfier, you turn to your side, rest your head on the back of the sofa as you pull your knee to your chest. Jimin looks back at you fondly.

“Says the guy who supposedly asked after me all those years.”

You swear you see him blush, but the room is getting dark and your brain is slightly hazy from the wine that you can’t be sure.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting you to pick up any of my calls.”

You’re not actually sure what you would have done if Jimin tried to contact you in those six years. Ignored him, definitely. But it also would have only added to your ever-present thoughts of him and knowing he was trying to contact you probably would have only made you want to call him back. You’re sure you would have broken at some point, called him back only if feigning to see if everything was ok, but realistically hoping he was contacting for the reasons he’s saying now.

You try not to think about it too much.

“University is nothing like the movies,” you say instead of referring to his pervious comment. “There’re no frat houses for one –”

“I’m sure that’s because it wasn’t in America.”

“– and there’s more studying.”

“I guess that wouldn’t be the most interesting thing to watch.”

“You asked what it was like,” you muse.

“And I wasn’t expecting you talk about how boring the studying was,” he says. “Come on, tell me about all the wild university parties.”

You heat, not least because there weren’t many wild parties where you were concerned. If it weren’t for Jungkook you would have been a loner. You don’t particularly want to admit that to Jimin though.

“You want me to give you gossip from parties I attended over three years ago?” You joke instead.

“I want to hear about your life, Y/N. I want to hear about all the things I missed.”

“You didn’t miss much.”

You give in, leaning down you pick up the wine bottle and half fill your glass, topping Jimin’s glass with the final dregs.

“And what about you,” you ask, trying to get the attention off you. “How were the last six years for you? At least if you tell me any gossip I’ll have more chance of knowing who you’re talking about.”

“You know this place,” he says dryly and it’s the first time tonight you’ve seen him take as large a gulp as you’ve been taking.

The tone, the way his body tenses and the drink let you know long before the prolonged silence does that it’s not a topic Jimin wants to discuss. It’s safer, if not harder for you, to discuss your past.

“Honestly, I was a bit of loner at uni,” you laugh a little to try and lighten the sentence, make it sound less dyer. “I guess you know, but, I’ve never been particularly good at making friends.”

It doesn’t lighten Jimin’s mood but at least he turns to look at you now. There’s a small crease between his brows and a look as if he doesn’t quite understand what you’re saying is lighting up his face.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you continue to smile. “I grew up around you. You know I was a loner. No one wanted to be my friend.”

“I think I remember one of those reasons being because you hit a boy at school. I’m not surprised none of them wanted to be your friend. They were probably all shitting themselves around you.”

Your heart lifts. It’s not exactly your proudest moment in life, but you would never have imagined Jimin would remember it. Jimin obviously reads the look on your face, his lips curling before he even says the words.

“I mean my main memories of you were always the whole puppy thing you had going on,” you force yourself to not react even as you heat from within, teeth clenching slightly to not give yourself away. The fact you don’t say anything only seems to delight Jimin more. “The way you always followed me around. That slightly … downbeat thing you always had going on. It was kind of endearing.”

“Endearing,” you mutter back and then the large amount of wine you’ve consumed starts talking for you. “I think I was attempting more for … alluring.”

That earns you a proper laugh. One that resonates in his stomach and vibrates through his chest. His head thrown back and even though it’s embarrassing to your core, you can’t help but smile.

“You were trying to be alluring at ten?” Jimin asks when he’s managed to gain enough composure to speak.

“No Jimin,” you say. “I was trying to be alluring when I was fifteen. When I was seventeen and old enough to know what my feelings actually meant.”

The smile remains on his face even as his eyes flick between yours. He doesn’t respond and for that you’re partly thankful. You’d love to know what he was thinking back then, but you already know what he was thinking. He thought of you as a sister. He cared about you, but never in the way you dreamed he would.

“Anyway,” you laugh to try and diffuse the tension, “Jungkook firmly took over that role when we met.”

There’s a couple of beats before you realise what you’ve said, the insinuation you’ve made. It takes another couple of seconds before you can start to talk again. Your eyes wide, lips spluttering. Jimin’s smile only widens.

“I just mean. You know. Your role, or what you thought your role was. We’ve never. I would never –”

“I’m sure Jungkook would be flattered,” Jimin raises his glass to his lips, presses it against his smile you’re sure to stop a laugh.

“I just mean he’s like a brother,” you finally manage to get out.

Jimin hums, sounding unconvinced. You roll your eyes, whatever, you don’t need to convince him of anything anymore.

The silence elongates. The tension between the two of you rises and with it your nerves start to increase. You start to feel restless, especially with the alcohol currently swimming in your system and Jimin sat looking at you with topics in the air that don’t help you feel any comfier.

“You know what,” you say abruptly, starting to move to stand. “I’ve had a lot to drink. Maybe I should –”

“Don’t.” It’s not said firmly, in fact if it weren’t for his hand grabbing your wrist you wouldn’t have stopped. And maybe it’s the alcohol but you can’t stop looking at his hand touching your wrist. You can feel it there, have felt him touch you multiple times, but you don’t think you’ll ever get used to the feeling. You’ve never felt the way you currently feel with anyone else.

Despite your reaction, Jimin lingers. He doesn’t immediately draw his hand away from you. And it’s not until your eyes finally flick back to his that he seems to even contemplate removing it. As if now he has your attention, now he knows you’re not leaving, he’s happy to let you go.

“I haven’t finished my drink.”

Your heart feels like it’s in your throat as you flick your eyes from Jimin, to his nearly empty glass and back.

“Five more minutes?” He asks, and though the thought of what five more minutes could bring out give you chills, you don’t move. “And then I’ll walk you to your room.”

“Scared I’m going to get lost?” Your voice doesn’t sound like your own, it sounds thick and like you haven’t spoken in hours. It’s embarrassing, but you don’t let that emotion show on your face.

Jimin’s face relaxes, his lips curling once again. “Just being a gentleman.”

“Guess there’s a first for everything.”

“Oh?” His eyes sparkle with mischief. “So its just my looks you like then?”

You scoff as you push yourself to stand. You’re only half joking, but really hearing him joke so easily about something that you yearned after for so long, treating it as if it’s just that, a joke, isn’t necessarily your idea of a good time. He may love getting his ego inflated by hearing how much you yearned after him when growing up, but it doesn’t mean it’s any fun for you. Being reminded of all those feelings, of everything you wanted but knew you’d never have.

Even as Jimin laughs his hand once again reaches out to stop you. This time he misses your wrist, instead his hand grasps yours.

“Jimin,” you mutter, his name supposed to act as a warning but does nothing to sound threatening.

“Come on,” he continues to laugh, tugging you hand gently to indicate he wants you to sit again. When you don’t move, still feeling mixed about this situation, he loses the laugh. “Just five more minutes.”

It takes you a couple more seconds to decide, though no thoughts are going through your mind. With Jimin’s hand still in yours, you sit back down in your spot, now slightly closer. Pulling his hand away, he keeps it close enough so that you’re not touching but if you were to shuffle a little you’d brush against each other. It feels intimate. It feels like you should be careful. It feels like you shouldn’t be here, especially after the alcohol you’ve consumed.

“I didn’t mean to upset you,” he starts, but you don’t let him get any more words out.

“Can we just talk about something else?”

He nods, a small but sure gesture. There’re a few beats of silence where awkwardness starts to seep in. It makes you wonder if you should have just left.

“I never took you for a royalist.”

And just like that Jimin cuts through the awkwardness. Looking at him with confused eyes you can see the soft amusement hasn’t left his face.

“I don’t think I would describe myself as one?”

“Ah, right,” he smirks, leaning in for his glass. “But you’ve read Spare?”

Not expecting it, you smile. “You know its name?”

He shrugs. “It’s a popular book.”

“Right,” you elongate the word slightly. “Next you’ll be telling me you only watched The Crown because someone else left it on.”

“Well that’s partly why.” You huff a laugh at his words, not quite knowing if he’s joking. “That and Olivia Coleman is hot.”

Now you fully laugh. Just like Jimin did, you find yourself collapsing forward slightly, you arm brushing along Jimins. When you sit back up, your arms are still touching and neither of you make an effort to change it.

“I would never have taken you for an Olivia Coleman man.”

“Guess there’s lots you don’t know about me.”

You swallow, your throat feeling thick. Your eyes dance around Jimin’s face and that tension that you keep trying to keep at bay, starts to build back up. Faces barely a foot apart, eyes locked on one another, neither of you try move this time. You know what’s coming if you carry on, and yet you can’t seem to care.

Jimin’s eyes flick to your lips. His head starts to lean ever so slowly towards yours. Your heart rate increases as your breaths become shallower. And then the noise of a door opening and closing sounds between you. Neither of you jump, but slowly you’re brought back to the present. The realisation of who you are, where you are, what might happen if you choose to keep going. None of it good, though you both wish it could be.

Just a little longer, you think to yourself as you pull away and face the fire once again. Just a bit more time and then maybe things can be different.

“Is that five minutes?” You ask.

Out of the corner of your eye you watch as Jimin downs his wine and stands. You follow suit and brush past him as he gestures you to lead the way.

It’s not a long walk and it’s not dangerous enough for you to require a chaperone, but you don’t protest as Jimin does exactly what he says he would. Walking the stairs, you try to slow your pace. Even though you’ve not spoken since sitting on the sofa you want to try and elongate this night, you don’t want it to end.

Still, everything has to end. You know that better than most.

“This is me,” you say when you reach the landing, your door just in front of you.

You turn to see Jimin stood against the wall you find him leaning against most mornings. He doesn’t reply to your statement and yet he doesn’t do anything to suggest he wants to leave.

“Thanks for the company,” you inanely add.

You should say goodnight, you should leave this here, you shouldn’t do anything stupid. And yet you linger.

Jimin’s not smiling now. At least not as widely. There’s a ghost of a smile on his lips as he stares at you from across the corridor. Maybe he’s amused that you’re not leaving, maybe he can see the reason behind why you linger. Or maybe he lingers for the same reason because he wonders what else might happen, wonders what you’d do if he closed the distance between you, wonders what could be between you if you just let it.

But no, that’s ridiculous.

You shuffle on the spot, eyes moving away from Jimin’s face to the floor in front of you. Jimin’s huffed laugh makes you jerk your eyes back to him. His smile is wider now, eyes dancing with amusement. He can definitely read every thought going through your mind and the fact makes you heat. He makes you feel like that little girl with a stupid crush on him. It makes you want to prove that you’re no longer that little girl, though the wine running through your blood doesn’t help you be coherent on the matter.

“Why did you even kiss me?”

Jimin’s eyebrow raises, surprised but the smile on his lips shows he’s not annoyed by you bringing that up. “I thought we were ignoring that ever happened.”

You ignore him with a roll of your eyes. “Because you hate me, tell me to leave, that I’m not part of this,” you throw your hands in the air, gesturing to everything around you. “And then when I’m at my most vulnerable you kiss me. What am I supposed to think?”

The smile on his face is gone now. Instead his face looks like a storm. Impossible to read. It’s like it’s always been; he can read you like a book and you have no idea what he wants.

Frustrated and slightly drunk you sigh, shaking your head. “I don’t get you,” you mutter.

Knowing when you’ve reached a dead end you start to turn to finally go to bed. Your back is to Jimin, hand on the door handle before Jimin talks.

“It was bad timing,” the words make you pause but don’t make you turn. “I shouldn’t have – you were vulnerable and maybe I took advantage of that, but I don’t regret it. The timing was crap.”

He’s said the words before, and just like before they make something stir inside you. You expect more. You want more. But as you wait it becomes clear that’s all he’s going to give you. Body facing your door, hand still on the door handle, you twist your head to look at him. He’s still where you last saw him, eyes intense, posture standing tall.

“That’s it?”

His head tilts a fraction to the side. A silent question.

“The timing was crap, but you don’t regret it?” Your voice has retained the bite. “You really know how to make a girl feel special.”

You turn back to look at your door, this time get as far as pulling your handle down before Jimin interrupts you.

“Is that what you want,” his voice is quieter, deeper, it causes goosebumps to run up the back of your neck. “To feel special?”

Who doesn’t want to feel special? You could say as much, but something stops you. It’s obvious he knows that already, the question rhetorical.

You hear him move closer, count as he takes three strides, enough that he must be only a couple of feet away. You should definitely go now, your escape so close. There’s the sound of Jimin taking one last step towards you, you can almost feel the heat of him seeping into your back. Closing your eyes, you cling to the door handle as if to steady yourself. It’s funny how Jimin wanting you is something you’ve wanted for so long and yet now you can’t bring yourself to look at him.

“We’ve had a lot to drink,” you start to mumble out an excuse, eyes opening to stare at the dark grains of wood of your door.

“Isn’t that always the best state to be in when you need to talk?”

“I’m planning an early start,” you try again.

“And it’s already so late, what’s a few more minutes?”

“You can be impossible sometimes.”

“And you were the one who brought it up.” He chuckles, this one seeps into you, seems to rumble through you before settling somewhere deep and low. This is dangerous. It’s always been him that’s not shied from this subject, always you who’s avoided it. Of course you brining it up was going to give him an opening he’d leap on. You should definitely get out of here.

“Y/N,” your name muttered from his lips makes that feeling deep in you flutter and you physically jump at the light touch of his hand on your waist. He doesn’t respond to your reaction, his hand stays for a second before inching up your side. Despite the layers of clothing between your skin and his every point he touches heats. He only stops when he reaches your shoulder, his fingers curling into your skin as his grip becomes firmer.

“Y/N,” he repeats. “Will you just look at me?”

Heart pounding, skin tingling and feeling like you’d rather be anywhere else while at the same time want to drag this moment out for a lifetime.

Jimin’s hand stays on your shoulder as you turn. He’s closer than you imagined. You can see every freckle on his face, almost on every pore. His eyes dance around your face before settling on your eyes. He struggles to supress his smile when you thickly swallow, your breathing heavy.

“You think I would have kissed you if I didn’t want to?”

“I think a lot was going on that day,” you say. “A lot of emotions. And thoughts. And … confusion.”

He shakes his head. “You’re my best friend’s sister, were my boss’s daughter, that comes with a lot of difficulties.”

What. The fuck. Is he saying?

“I think the wine is –”

“I feel perfectly fine,” he cuts you off and then doesn’t give you enough breath to say that you don’t feel fine at all. His hand slips from the top of your shoulder down so that it’s grazing the top of your arm. His eyes dip to your lips for a second and when he looks back at you his eyes are hooded. It feels like he’s leaning into you, his chest grazing yours. “I’ve wanted to –”

“Hey guys.”

You both leap in the air away from each other as if caught doing something you shouldn’t. It’s too late but you still shuffle to look as normal as you can. It takes you a second to realise who’s spoken. Jungkook’s stood at the top of the stairs, in front of the wall Jimin normally leans on in the morning. There’s a smirk on his face that he doesn’t try to hide as his eyes go between you and Jimin.

“Oh, hi Jungk–”

“Where the fuck have you been?” Jimin’s pure anger shocks both of you in to staring at him dumbfounded. Jimin doesn’t notice or doesn’t care, just walks towards Jungkook not giving him room to respond. “Where the fuck do you keep sauntering off? You’re useless. Never where you’re supposed to be, putting people’s lives at fucking risk. You weren’t there when the fight broke out in the alley. You weren’t here tonight when Y/N got sent a fucking finger,” Jungkook’s eyes widen as they dart to you but are quick to go back to Jimin who’s still approaching him. “You’re a liability. You’re putting everyone in danger. And if I was in charge I’d have –”

“Jimin.”

Jimin pauses at your voice. Your ears ringing with his voice. He stays squaring up to Jungkook, shoulders moving up and down as his breath comes out heavily. You’re about to open your mouth and say something else, what you’re not sure, but you never find out. Jimin shakes his head tightly, turns a fraction and brushes his way past Jungkook, not looking back at you.

The air is thick with silence when it’s just the two of you. The two of you stare at each other unmoving as if recovering from a trauma. Where the hell did all that come from?

“God,” Jungkook breathes. “I wish I hadn’t interrupted. He really needs a fuck.”

The smirk he shoots you tells you everything. His amusement at what he walked in on far outweighing Jimin’s outburst.

You shove your middle finger in the air as you turn and finally walk into your room, closing your door firmly behind you.

What the fuck just happened?

“I should apologise.”

“Morning, Jimin,” you say, not pausing on your walk to the coffee machine.

“For yesterday,” he carries on in the same way you didn’t pause you’re walking. “For shouting at Jungkook.”

You force yourself not to sigh and keep watching the coffee drain into your mug. “Shouldn’t you be giving this crap apology to Jungkook?”

“Crap?” He chuckles.

“You have a tendency to never actually say the word sorry.”

You twist in time to see Jimin’s lips spread, his teeth now on full display. Despite everything that happened between you last night, you’re both relaxed. Jimin leaning back in his chair, you leaning against the counter top.

“Maybe I’m not sorry about that.”

This time you do roll your eyes. “You’re not helping my hangover.”

“You never did say how much you had to drink last night.”

“Not enough,” you twist back to pick up your coffee, hiding your growing smile.

You’re acting like a school girl. Like you’re the you of six years ago, the one who would hang on every word Jimin said, who would feel giddy with just a look in your direction. But you’re not young anymore, and you certainly shouldn’t be flirting with Jimin in the middle of the kitchen. Still, when he’s like this, it’s hard.

“I’m surprised you’re not more hungover,” you raise an eyebrow at him when you turn to look at him, this time your mug in your hands. “What with that empty bottle you got through alone. I didn’t think I’d see you this morning at all.”

And this is why you can’t ever fully let him in. Because as close as you think you may be, he reminds you that there’ll always be this blocking it; that he’s always watching, waiting to report anything back to your brother.

You take your time to reply. Walk to the table and pull out a chair to sit. Jimin simply watches you.

“As I remember I never told you any of my university stories.” You watch him try and puzzle it out, his face not showing confusion, but the fact he has no retort tells you he doesn’t get it. You don’t let him hang too long before explaining. “You’ve never seen me drink Jimin. Don’t assume you know how much I can handle.”

You see the flicker of surprise in his eyes. He always seems to be shocked at being reminded that you’re not a little girl, but he’s getting quicker at ridding his face of the emotion.

“I’d hardly call drinking a bottle and a half of wine handling your drink.”

“What would you call it?”

“A problem.”

You splutter, huff out a laugh, but Jimin remains emotionless. He’s not joking.

“You’re serious?” You ask, unbelieving. “I don’t have a drinking problem, Jimin. I drank last night because of a crap day. Lots of people do it, I’m not an alcoholic because of it.”

You don’t add that you’ve seen him drink plenty over the years. Seen him consume just as much alcohol without it affecting him. If you have a problem, then so does he.

“But you might be if you turn to it every time you have a bad day.”

“It was a bottle of wine, Jimin.”

“Do you drink when you go to your room?”

“It was a tough day,” your tone’s turned flat. Your smile and any thought that this was a joke disappearing. “And unless I’ve missed something, there’s no one here who’d join me for a drink.”

“I joined you.”

“Without invitation,” you smile sarcastically at him and before he can carry on down whatever line of questioning he’s currently on, you change the subject. “Jungkook’s joining us in a minute. Can we at least pretend to be normal when he walks in?”

It’s disturbing how quickly Jimin can change characters. One second he’s looking at you concerned, and the next he can transform his face with a soft cocky smile. It’s a mask, much like the ones you so often put on, one that hides your true feelings. In this moment, you can’t seem to care that this all may be fake, that the two of you are so good at brushing things under the rug, that it’s not healthy for either of you to continue pretending everything’s fine. Cracks are starting to show, you’re sure things are going to burst soon. But you don’t need much more time.

“What’s normal?” Jimin asks. “Do you want me to ignore you? Shout at you? Try and kiss you?”

You roll your eyes. “You’re not funny.”

“And yet you’re smiling.”

It’s true. You’re fighting it, your face almost neutral, but with the barest of smiles showing through. Jimin’s own face is a reflection of yours.

“Just put some toast on for me.”

He gives you a small salute before standing up and doing as asked, or more demanded. With his back to you, you find it easier to let your smile beam. Maybe things aren’t breaking.

You’d forgotten you’d seen him. At the time you were so preoccupied by Jimin marching into Yoongi’s office that you hadn’t thought much about it. It’s a different outfit, but the cap over his head makes something ring in your head. You have to take a second glance and stare after him to place where you recognise it.

It’s not that you expect to know everyone here, it’s been six years after all. But you’ve been here weeks now and would think you’d have a good idea of most faces that frequent this place. There’s something about him, the way he walks or holds himself or maybe it’s just the cap because who wears a cap inside? There’s a tingling in your brain, a feeling you can’t place. And it’s not a good feeling.

“Who is that guy?”

Jimin hums as he looks where your eyes are. He only gives the guy a glance before looking back at his phone, clearly not as bothered by the guy as you are.

“That’s Brody.”

You wait for more but don’t get anything.

“And Brody is?”

Jimin’s eyes flick to you a frown forming. You’re trying to act casual about this whole thing and are obviously doing a terrible job.

“I’m just thinking someone with access to the house clearly left that thumb in my room.”

Jimin snorts at the comment which has you raising an eyebrow at him.

“Sorry,” he laughs. “It’s just, it wouldn’t have been Brody.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” his eyes dart around the space that’s only occupied by you. “Because he’s a fucking cop, Y/N.”

You tense as if a natural reaction. It was the last thing you thought he would say. Your skin feels like it’s crawling and you have to resist the urge to look over your shoulder. You know no one is there, but it still doesn’t stop the prickle along your spine. Why is a fucking cop here? What has he been saying? You can only assume nothing about you given the fact you’re still stood here. But what if –

“Relax,” Jimin laughs again. “You’re not going to get arrested. He’s our guy on the inside.”

Our guy on the inside. The words ring round your head. And even though Jimin’s told you to relax, that’s the last thing you can do right now.

“Still,” the word feels weird coming out your mouth, like it’s coming out someone else’s. Your tongue like sandpaper, your heart in your arse.

“He’s safe, Y/N. Relax, would you.”

“Sorry,” you say. “Think I’m just hungrier than I realised.”

He looks across at you, his eyes darting around your face as if to measure your how true the statement is. You don’t balk away from the gentle look however much you want to. Because it’s a lie. You don’t feel hungry, in fact after knowing there’s police walking around the building, your mouth feels dry and your stomach churns.

“Want me to order pizza?”

You relax a little at Jimin not reading your true feelings. “As long as you get pineapple.”

He huffs a laugh, eyes already back on his phone. “That’s why I always thought you were gross.”

The windows glint orange as they reflect the just risen sun back at you. Half the city is still cast in a dark haze created by the night, while the other half glistens orange with the promise of a new day. There’re distant noises of the city and the few people who have woken at this hour, otherwise it’s just you and the birds.

It’s chilly sat on the roof, especially with no jacket on, but it helps you think. As if the clear air helps to clear your mind. Maybe it’s a strange form of osmosis.

You thought you’d have worked it out by now and the fact you haven’t only frustrates you. It feels like it’s on the tip of your brain. As if you already know who killed your father, just can’t quite make it out yet. As if the answer is there if only you think a little more.

But you don’t know the answer. And however hard you think, it’s not coming to you.

Something should have happened; something should have clicked in your brain, or a piece of evidence should have come out. But it’s like everything you’ve found out has only confused you. The issue is you’re not an investigator, this isn’t your job or something you’ve ever done before. You don’t really know what you’re looking for, what you should be asking people or who you should be talking to. You’re clueless pretending to walk around like you have it all worked out, and it’s starting to feel exhausting.

This whole plan revolves around you working this out. If you can’t work this out, why did you bother coming back? If you can’t work this out then it’s all going to implode again, worse than last time, and maybe them disowning you won’t be the worst thing to happen.

Your fingers fidget on the cold tiles covering the roof, your mind trying to go through everything you’ve got so far.

There’s the 500 mg of amitriptyline. That’s key, it means it had to be someone close enough to put it in his drink. It doesn’t narrow down the group of suspects by much; a lot of people could have given your dad a drink with something dissolved in it. If you could just find who sourced the stuff, somewhere they got it from, or link the substance to someone; that would be ground-breaking. But all of that is easier said than done.

There’s the rival gang and the group of men who ambushed you in the ally. Though you doubt they would have killed your dad so peacefully, with no blood or guns. And even if they had somehow planted someone in the house, poisoned your dad and left without anyone realising, you doubt they would have stayed quiet about it. They would have stepped forward to claim the kill by now. Though that would have resulted in more violence than the current stalemate.

There are many people in the gang you could link to your dads death, there’s Conan not having enough power, Doug and his need to prove himself, Benjamin’s erratic and thoughtless behaviour. There’s the guy you saw in the corridor, the policeman, the person you want to keep a wide berth of but feel must be tied into this more than you can currently see.

And then there’s your brother. The person with the most to gain, the one who got it all. There’s no one with more motive. Kill your dad and now he’s the leader of a multi-million-pound gang. You’ve been gone for six years, Yoongi was always more involved with the business than you, always had more power. But everyone knew the only way he would be on top is if your dad died.

It’s not that you think your brother did it. But you also can’t confidentially rule him out.

Time is against you. With every day this continues, the risk only increases.

And then there’s Jimin. The only person you wanted to give a wide berth from the start, because you feared what would happen if you didn’t. And now that’s happening; your feelings you’ve tried for so long to supress are coming back. As if to make it worse, his feelings seem to be changing too. It’s dangerous, not least because of the fact that you crave his feelings so much. Questions are starting to roll around your mind. Questions of what if; what if he truly doesn’t see you as a sister anymore; what if he likes you the way you always wished he would; what if you give in and let whatever happen, happen; what if you finally admit that this could work, that the two of you could happen. All fantasy. All never going to happen. But you’ve always been a dreamer, and you can’t stop dreaming of Jimin.

But none of that matters; you never came back for Jimin.

You need to finish this. You need to work out who killed your father. You need to tell Yoongi and end this once and for all.

The trouble is you still can’t work out how to do that.

“Y/N.”

You’re name booms along the corridor. The tone way too upbeat for how you feel. A voice you know. Deep and powerful, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

You force a smile onto your lips as you twist around to look at Conan.

“Still smiling after being sent a toe,” your smile is quick to drop at his words, another chill runs through you. “Maybe the little girl I knew really has grown up.”

He continues to walk towards you, his strides so large that he’s in front of you in no time. A large, paw like hand weighs heavily on your shoulder. The smell of beer so strong it rolls off him in waves. You resist the urge to wince.

“How did you –”

“Your brother,” he cuts you off. “Worried sick he was. Shouting at everyone to find out who the fuck sent you a severed big toe.”

That doesn’t sound like Yoongi. When you went, or more when Jimin stormed into Yoongi’s office he didn’t seem that bothered. He said he’d find out who did it, but that doesn’t mean he was shouting about it to everyone. No, it’s more likely Conan’s exaggerating, especially given the large smile on his lips. He obviously wants to get a rise out of you.

“Must have been scary,” he eggs on, his hand seeming to feel heavier the long it sits on your shoulder. “I heard Jimin was very worried about you too.”

You grind your teeth to stop yourself from biting back, but your silence only succeeds in getting Conan to fill the gaps.

“You’ve got a lot of people running around after you, haven’t you. What was it Jimin used to call you?” He pauses for a second as if trying to wrack his brain when you know he already knows the answer. “Oh. Princess, wasn’t it?”

Your stomach turns at the nickname coming out of his lips. There was a time when it used to flip for a different reason, when it came out of a different mans lips. But now, it only makes you feel a little sick. The connotation behind it, the fact he’s trying to use it to be patronising, as a way to show he’s above you, that you’re still just a little girl compared to everyone else.

Finally you pull away from him. The smile still on his lips even as his tattooed hand flops back down to his side.

“Have to go,” you mutter, turning to carry on the way you were going before he interrupted.

He lets you get a few steps away before he speaks again. “How’s the search for the killer going?”

You stop but don’t look back at him for a second, eyes focused dead in front. He sounds like it was an afterthought, but it was said almost too casually. When you look over your shoulder he’s stood where you left him, no smile, his face neutral.

“I think I’ve nearly got them,” you lie.

He hums, weight shifting a little as his eyes dance around your face. You hold his gaze, don’t let any feelings show through. Whether he believes you, you’re not sure, but finally he nods.

“Well, you know I’m here if you need anything. Anything to catch the bastard that killed him.”

You nod. Your dad’s best friend it’s the response you expected from him. Without another word you turn back and start walking away. This time Conan doesn’t stop you.

“Maybe we have to admit that he wasn’t killed.”

You and Jungkook shoot each other a look. There’s a lot of meaning behind it, less than a second and yet you both know what the other is saying. Jimin is none the wiser, though he knows he’s missing something, he’s just not sure what.

“What?” He says flatly, eyes darting between you and Jungkook.

“Nothing,” your casual response is too late. Jimin knows something’s going on and he won’t drop it until he knows what it is.

“It was clearly nothing.”

You shrug, eyes drift over Jimin’s shoulder while your fingers fiddle with each other on your lap. “I still think trying the club again is –”

“– You mean that place you almost got killed?” Jimin spits the words out, his anger building. “Fuck that.”

“Well, my father was murdered. I don’t believe it was just a heart attack.”

Jimin’s eyes continue to flick between you and Jungkook, but he doesn’t question the look again, knowing he won’t get an answer that’s the truth. He looks far from happy about it.

“Maybe we just need to accept that we won’t find out who did it then.”

“And I still think there are places we haven’t looked,” you counter. “Or things we’re missing.”

“How much longer is that going to take?”

You sigh, looking at Jungkook for help, though he doesn’t provide anything but a reassuring look. “I don’t know, Jimin.”

“A week? Two? A month? More?”

“I don’t know,” you say firmer.

“Yoongi’s not going to hang around waiting for an answer forever.”

You know. You almost say as much. But you don’t need to because everyone in the room knows as much. Jimin is airing your insecurities, verbalising one of your fears; what if you never work out who the killer is?

Silence falls over the room, awkward and tense. Everyone’s as frustrated with this as you are. Nothing’s moving forward, there’s no new knowledge, nothing pushing you closer to your goal. You know Jimin’s as tired with this as you are, and on top of it there’s nothing benefitting him.

In a softer, more defeated tone you say, “You don’t have to hang around waiting if that’s what’s bothering you.”

Jimin’s response to that is his arms crossing in front of his chest, his weight leaning back into his chair. He’s not going anywhere.

“Me and Jungkook have this,” you try again.

“Clearly.”

You want to laugh at the comment, but you also want to cry. You want to scream and shout at him. Want to tell him everything he’s clearly missing. Want him to realise just how much this isn’t helping you. Want him to understand why it feels like the world is on your shoulders right now, why you want to break down crying at every turn and why this isn’t fucking helping.

Instead you do what you always do; you bite your tongue.

“I’ve said this so many times,” Jimin says, his tone reflecting yours, softer and slightly defeated. “I can’t help if you don’t tell me stuff.”

“There’s nothing to tell.”

You shouldn’t have said anything, or at least shouldn’t have lied. Jimin unfolds from his seat, his hands slapping down on the table, his chair scrapping along the floor as he pushes to stand, his face livid. You sit, unfazed as he becomes alight with rage.

“Funny,” his voice wobbles as he tries to contain the anger. “Because you two are clearly hiding something. That look,” his finger points between you and Jungkook, his voice rising with each point he adds to the list. “Jungkook always going off on his own, the two of you coming up with plans but not telling anyone else, sneaking off to fights, to speak to Namjoon.”

He pauses, nothing else immediately coming to his mind. It’s enough time that when he speaks again he’s not shouting. Now looking down at you, his tone feels far more patronising.

“If you want in this gang, you’re supposed to let us help. If you want in this gang, you’re supposed to share your information. It’s a team, Y/N. Maybe if you started acting like you wanted to be apart of it then people would start accepting you.”

You clench your teeth in time. Maybe I don’t want to be part of this gang, you want to scream back. But all Jimin hears is silence. And as always, he takes that as weakness, or as you giving up. With the shake of his head he walks out the door, taking the easy route as always.

The first thing you’re conscious of when you wake is the cold metal pressed against your forehead. In the second it takes your groggy mind to realise it’s a gun, you give yourself away and there’s no way to get the upper hand on the person.

“If you do anything I tell you not to, I pull this fucking trigger.”

You lay silent, knowing not to talk without them having to say it. But now you’ve heard their voice you try to place it. It’s deep, male, but than most people you come across these days are male. There’s no distinctive lilt, no accent, nothing to pinpoint the voice as someone you know. You can’t see them. All you can see is the ceiling obscured by a gloved hand and the barrel of the gun. You don’t dare try and twist and see their face. You hope it’s covered, because if it’s not then that’s a sure sign that this gun isn’t just a warning. Even if you thought it were safe to try and see their face, there’s nothing you can do with the information and part of you wants to put the possible knowledge off.

“Now, when I say, I want you to slowly get out of bed, stand in front of me and put your hands behind your back.”

If you were anyone else you’d make a quip about the request. Maybe you’d ask him if he wanted you to do it with a smile on your face. Or if he thought giving you so many instructions all at once would be too much for your female brain to follow.

But you’re you and though you like to pretend to be a big shot, you feel as scared right now as most people would deem normal. You’ve had guns pointed at you in the past, had a man you thought loved you point one at you, and yet it doesn’t make this feel any easier.

You’re terrified. But you would never admit that to anyone. So even as you stand, you try and keep your face straight and stop your hands shaking. Even if this is the end, you’ll keep fighting till the end.

Eyes fixed above you, heart thumping even as you steady your breathing. You feel for the covers still covering you and then awkwardly and slowly move to stand. Your heart stutters every time the gun moves against your head, even when the guy realises you’ve got the message and he can point the gun at you without it having to touch you, you don’t feel relaxed. Waiting until the last possible moment you look over at the man.

Your heart drops. You can see every feature of his face.

“Move.” He pushes the gun against your temple and despite your pounding heart you still manage to stand without breaking your flat expression.

A weird calmness starts to fall over you as he gets you to step forward so he can stand behind you. As if accepting the realisation that this truly might be the end. That he can kill you, but you’re not going to let him have anything else. He’s not going to humiliate you any other way.

When he doesn’t make you move any more, you instinctively turn to look at him to question it. All you catch is the tattoo on his wrist before he slams the gun into the back of your head.

“Just stand there and look forward.”

Resisting the urge to rub the now aching spot you give a small shake of your head. But it doesn’t stop your confusion. Shouldn’t he be asking you to kneel right now? Giving a rant about why he’s doing this? Or if you suspect, explaining why he killed your father and why he’s now about to kill you. At the very least he should be forcing you to walk out the door, taking you somewhere other than the middle of your bedroom floor.

But none of that happens. Instead silence falls over the room as you both stand in the middle of it. You awkwardly stood looking at the door, no gun pressed into you now but the threat of someone you can’t see still in your mind.

The seconds tick by and there’s no shot, no pain, no death. The man doesn’t say anything and no one else appears. Though you can’t see the man, you can feel his apprehension; something should have happened by now.

“If it was down to me, I’d have shot you by now,” he murmurs the words, they’re not spoken at full volume as if he’s worried someone will hear. “You’d be dead. A life for a life.”

You blood runs cold. It feels like all the blood drains out of your face. Is that what this is, revenge for you killing that man? But he’s not killing you, he’s waiting for someone else. For what? Them to kill you? What would the point of that be? And he’s made it here, he had to walk through the house without anyone stopping him. Maybe they weren’t part of the rival gang as you theorised. Maybe they’re part of this gang, which is why they could make it here, to your first-floor room, without anyone stopping them. But you don’t recognise him, the only thing you recognised was the –

Your heart pounds as pieces of information click together. The fact it felt like those people knew you were going to be there that day, that they drew you into that alley on purpose. The fact they all wanted to hide their faces. The interviews you did to see what information people could give. The fact you’ve not been making it a secret what you’re trying to do. The note attached to the severed finger, the fact whoever sent it wasn’t a fan that you’re close to finding the truth.

And then Conan. In the hall he so casually asked about how you’re getting on. You told him you were close. Did that scare him? Is that why he’s now going to kill you? Because he believed you and if he thought you had any evidence to prove it was him, he couldn’t let that get out?

“Did the tattoo on your wrist hurt?” There’s a beat and then the gun is pressed into your skull. Still, he doesn’t tell you to shut up. “Did you and the guys pledging themselves to Conan all gather around and do it together?”

Again, the gun presses harder into your head, this time so much that you have to lean your head forward a little. But this time it only makes you smile. You may be about to die, but you think you’ve just cracked it. Has it really been Conan this whole time? For what, more power? Because he was finally sick of your father being the only one above him? You’ll possibly never know, and honestly you couldn’t care less.

You laugh a little, becoming a bit delirious with the absurdity at what’s happening. “How does it make you feel knowing he’ll never be in power? That my brother will –”

“Shut the fuck up,” his voice is tense in a way it hasn’t been before, as if he’s close to snapping and with the gun pressed against your head, you know what’ll will happen if he does snap. “I didn’t ask your opinion, and I don’t want it. No one wants it. But that’s what you keep doing. Walking around here as if you fucking own the place. But no one wants you here.”

You’ve heard the words so frequently, from so many people that it doesn’t faze you anymore. Your brain tells you way worse things about yourself; nothing can be worse than that.

The man huffs out a laugh, pressing the gun into your head a final time before pulling it completely away. “You don’t belong here. And Conan’s about to show you what happens when you try to act like you do.”

As if magic, there’s a knock on the door. Your heart plummets. This is it then. You’ve worked it out but you’ll never be able to tell anyone. It was all for nothing.

There’s another firmer knock. Your brow scrunches, surely Conan would have just barged through the door.

“Y/N?”

Your eyes widen. That wasn’t Conan and given the way the man behind you snatches you into his arms to stop you running or shouting, the gun pressing into your temple, he also realises that fact.

There’s another small knock. “Y/N. Come on. I’ve just come to apologise.”

Your mind whirls. There’s no point in trying to get Jimin’s attention, that’ll only be a sure way to seal your death. That and you know Jimin won’t do anything but barge through the door to try and play the hero. But if he doesn’t come in, if he thinks you’re ignoring him or are asleep then he’ll just leave. He’ll be none the wiser to the danger you’re in and any chance you had in trying to escape will be gone.

But at least Jimin won’t be in danger.

There’re several knocks in a row, each more powerful, each giving away Jimin’s frustration that you’re ignoring him. It makes you emotional, thinking of him behind the door, no idea that you’re not ignoring him because you don’t want to see him, but because you’re trying to save him.

“Not a fucking word,” the man leans in, whispering into your ear.

“I just wanted to say I didn’t mean what I said earlier, ok? I’m not used to not knowing everything, but I get it. I don’t agree but –” he pauses and you can image the frustration on his face. Jimin never admits he’s wrong, it’s not being missed by you how hard this must be for him. “Can I just come in? I don’t want to say this to a door.”

The door handle starts to wiggle, and the man drags you back a step. It surprises you and you let out a small yelp before righting your balance.

“Y/N?” The door handle has stopped moving and there’s a beat of pure silence before everything seems to collapse.

There’s a loud bang as Jimin enters the room, nearly removing the door from its hinges despite the fact it was unlocked. His face is one of pure shock, though he looks more concerned about you than the fact there’s a gun pointing at his head. You can feel the man shaking slightly as he holds you.

Another silence settles as each of you weighs your options.

All you can think is that the gun is now pointing at Jimin, and though you’re sure he’d rather it that way around, you’d rather it wasn’t. You also know you probably don’t have much time. Waiting for the perfect opportunity may be useless if that moment never comes. While it’s dangerous to act now, it may be the most surprising moment to do it.

One last look at Jimin, you can see the realisation that you’re about to do something cross his face, but before he can do or say anything you move.

You throw your head back, knocking the crown of your head against the man’s nose. Before he can recover, you take his shock to grab the arm holding the gun and force it to point at the ceiling. A shot goes off. Pieces of ceiling and dust rain down on you.

“Y/N,” Jimin roars as he begins to charge across the room towards you.

But with it being Jimin at the door, not Conan and now all the noise, the man realises this is a lost cause. You can see it unfolding before you; Jimin storming across the room, the man righting himself and seeing Jimin between him and his exit, the gun still in his hand.

Before you can think, you start to move.

“Jimin,” you shout as you pounce on him, knocking the two of you backwards just before another shot goes off.

The man doesn’t care that he’s missed, he’s moving before he can see the result.

“Y/N,” Jimin’s voice is below you now, his words vibrating through your head that’s on his chest.

Hands wrap around your shoulders. Awkwardly you untangle your legs and sit up, looking down at Jimin. His hair is slayed across the floor, his eyes hard as they assess every inch they can get a look at.

“Sorry, I just saw the –”

“Are you hurt?” Jimin interrupts.

“I’m fine, maybe a little winded, but you must be –”

“How’s your head?”

Instinctively you reach a hand to the crown of your head, it’s sore to the touch. But that’s not your biggest concern right now.

“It’s fine. I’ve worked out –”

“Did he do anything else to you,” he cuts you off again, a hardness seeping into his tone as if whatever he’s imaging is causing his blood to boil. “Before I arrived?”

“No, I’m fine, seriously. But Jimin, would you just let me –”

“I’m going to find that guy and I’m going to make him wish he never lived.”

You roll your eyes, even if the threat does something twisted to your insides. Someone threatening someone on your behalf shouldn’t make you feel good. And as much as you’ve been putting off getting up from your position essentially lay on top of Jimin, you start to push off him. It’s not elegant, but Jimin’s hands remain on you until you’re fully stood, and even when you’re secure on your own two feet, he doesn’t stray too far.

“I need to go after him,” Jimin seems just as reluctant to leave you, though you imagine that has more to do with the fact his bosses sister nearly got killed on his watch than his feelings mirroring yours. “I’ve already given him too much of a head start, but we know his face.”

“He doesn’t matter.”

One of Jimin’s eyebrows lift, but it looks more like a natural instinct than anything. Concern still coats his eyes. And he still stands close enough to grab you if needed.

“I’ve worked it out,” you say, the words sounding weird on your lips. “I know who did it.”

The words don’t seem to resonate with him, just like they sound weird to you, they seem to take a while to make sense to Jimin.

Now, free and with the answer to the questions you’ve been trying to work out for weeks, you don’t have time to wait for him to catch up. But when you take a step towards the door, a warm hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you. You look over at Jimin, a question in your eyes. He looks like he doesn’t know why he did it himself, takes half a second to find the words.

“He could still be out there.”

You doubt it, and you know Jimin thinks the same. It’s not the reason he instinctively reached for you, but your mind is buzzing too much to try and work out another reason.

“I need to see Yoongi,” you say and when it doesn’t immediately get him to stop touching you, you add, “come, if you want.”

When you take another step, Jimin’s hand loosens on your skin and when you take a third step his hand drops away completely.

You feel on edge the whole time you walk to Yoongi’s office. Hearing Jimin only a step behind you doesn’t make you feel any better. It’s not that you’ve worked it out, not completely the situation you’ve just been in, but more what this means. Now you’ve worked it out everything else will fall into place. Everything you came back for will happen.

There’s light shining through the cracks Yoongi’s door when you reach it. You barely pause to knock before pushing into the room.

“I wouldn’t drink that if I were you.”

You watch as Yoongi pauses with the glass touching his lips. Slowly, he lowers it onto the table. Really, you’re sure it would be fine if he drank it, it’s been a while since your dad was killed, if someone wanted to kill Yoongi too then they could have done it by now. But the sentence has the desired effect; you instantly have Yoongi’s attention.

“I’ve worked it out,” you start and when he doesn’t ask for more information you explain.

The way Conan has always been too casual about his questions on why you’re back; at the café when you first came back, in the hallway the other day. The fact he’s always offered his help, made it clear he’ll help you, implying he also thought your dad was killed, didn’t die naturally, but despite offering his help has always avoided you.

You tell him about the alley. About tattoos. About the finger and how he already knew about it.

And then you tell him how the man who pointed a gun at your head admitted it was Conan when he confronted by the information.

For once Yoongi looks up at you as if impressed. It frustrates you. He��s never looked at you this way, he’s never been impressed by you, and now he is you can see the surprise that’s accompanying it. Despite everything, he still doubts you.

“Well,” Yoongi mulls, his eyes darting over your shoulder to the spot you’re sure Jimin is stood. “Good job.”

There’s a prolonged pause. This time it’s you staring at him in shock.

“That’s it?” You bite.

“What else were you expecting?”

“We had a deal,” you say, incredulous. “I find the killer, I’m in the gang.”

Yoongi waves his hand as if that’s only a minor inconvenience, one he plans on trying to forget. “We’ll check your facts. If it’s all corroborated, then you’re in.”

“Really?” Yoongi’s face remains impassive, no care or emotion passing over it.

Your heart falls, you really believed him. You can’t hide the disappointment from your face, and when you glance over your shoulder as if for help from Jimin, you see your own sadness reflected. He’s quick to try and hide it, but you see it. He doesn’t agree with what Yoongi’s saying, he thinks he’s been harsh, he thinks you should join the gang and yet he says nothing in your defence.

Taking a breath in, you face Yoongi again. His eyes are still on you, his face back to being unreadable. If this is a final test, it’s a cruel one.

“Fine,” you say, voice thick. “Do whatever you want, Yoongi. Talk to whoever you need to. Check that what I’ve said it correct and let Conan carry on without consequence. I get it.”

“Oh, don’t worry, there will be consequences.”

You huff a laugh, it sounds flat and sad. With a sad smile, you give Yoongi one last look before turning. You have to push past Jimin to walk through the door. This time he doesn’t stop you.

“Levels, the nightclub, tomorrow, midday.”

The woman opposite you scribbles down the details as you say them. You wish she wouldn’t, it’s not exactly hard information to memorise and you can’t help but think that the more that’s written down, the more likely this could all be traced back to you.

“You’ll need to wait for Conan to walk in before you do,” you carry on. “And expect guns.”

Finally, she looks up at you. She doesn’t need to scowl, her features are already sharp and firm. You can see how she’d be able to climb the ladder quickly. Can see how a woman like her might be able to do something you never could. Hold power in a world many think is made for men.

“We’re not stupid.”

You can’t help but glance down at the paper she’s just written all the details on. Catching your look she snatches it up, tucks the paper in her pocket before giving you another less than impressed look. This is supposed to be a partnership and despite the fact you agreed to this, not trusting the police has been built into you since you were young.

“I hope this is the last time I see you then.”

There’s no handshake, no thanks for everything you’ve done, no well wishes.

You stand, eyes a little higher than hers. For once you’re on the same side and yet you’re both still hostile towards each other. Regardless of everything you’ve done for her, all the information you’ve given her, she still looks a little disgusted by you.

“We’ll find you after,” she grunts before walking out ahead of you.

You’re stood in a club that would normally be loud and packed full of people. Tonight there are people just no music or colourful lights. Instead groups of men stand around talking in murmured voices, all together creating a chorus of noise. Stood on the edge of it all, Yoongi.

The drink in your hand trembles giving away your current mood. Nervous, apprehensive about what’s about to happen, anxious that it’s not going to pay off. Your feelings a complete contradiction to everyone else’s in the room.

Downing the rest of the bubbling drink you place the now empty glass on a table.

“Well,” you mutter to Jungkook. “We’ve shown our faces.”

“Toilet?” He says with a not so subtle glance around the room. “Want me to come with?”

“I don’t need you holding my hand,” you can’t help the comment and are at least rewarded with the barest of smiles. “But yes. Please come with me.”

Jungkook nods, back to his stiff and slightly nervous state.

It’s something you’ve done a million times, walked across a room with Jungkook following behind you, only this time there feels so much more weight to it. No one’s paying you any attention and while once you would have been annoyed by that, now you’re thankful for it.

Eyes on your exit you fight the urge to look around at the people in the room. One last look. But you can’t because you know that you’ll break if you do. You can’t afford to stay any longer. You’ve had the one drink, stayed your ten minutes. Conan will be here any minute and that means you can’t be here.

The door feels heavy when you push it open, despite the fact it easily swings open. Every footstep away from the room you take gets harder. Your heart grows heavy, your breathing a little more laboured even though your steps have gotten smaller, slower.

You stop just before the exit. Hand hovering over the handle, your escape so close and yet you’re struggling to take it.

Jungkook looks sympathetic when you look over your shoulder at him. He knows how hard this is for you, but he also knows how you need to get out of here. Something in your face or stance must give away your thought process because slowly Jungkook’s face twists into a grimace. Slowly his head begins to shake.

“Y/N,” Jungkook speaks your name with a growl. A warning, the same that’s in his eyes and in the way his body is tense and ready to reach out and grab you if you move. “We have to go. Now.”

“I –” you can’t explain, don’t have the words, even if you did you don’t think Jungkook would understand. “I have time.”

“Y/N,” it’s lower, somehow deeper than before.

You fake left and then dart right before Jungkook can stop you. He could easily catch you if he wanted so it shows a lot when his hand doesn’t immediately come into contact with your skin.

“I’m telling you it’s not worth it,” Jungkook shouts after you, clearly making no effort to follow you. “I’m not saving your ass this time.”

You ignore him. You can’t explain it, it’s a long standing feeling you can’t shake off. It’s the fact that you don’t know what’ll happen to him if you leave him there. It’s the thought that either way, Jimin will hate you after this, but you’d rather him hate you alive and out of jail than in it.

You jog back to the room you just left but pause before you fully enter. Hand hovering over the brass knob, you steady your breath, compose your face. Stopping your heart from pounding is harder to achieve.

The room is noisy, full of people stood around talking, eyes and posture alert. They’re all waiting, they just don’t realise what they’re waiting for. There’s an excitement in the air, it makes you feel a little sick, partly because they’re excited by the thought of a man turning up here and being killed for what he did, even if he deserves it you hate that everyone gathers to watch. But it also makes you feel sick because only you know that Conan will walk through that door, but only seconds behind him will be a mob of police.

In just under five minutes time.

You look around the room, half looking for Jimin, half taking in the people. You can almost already hear the gunshots. The shouts and screams. The bodies falling to the ground. Do they deserve it for what they’ve done to you? All the effort you’ve gone to just to prove a point. You’re not weak, you’re not stupid, you deserve your place in this family. And if they’re all too blind to see that then you’ll show them, just not in the way they expect.

Because after all this time, the years of resentment building and building. When you heard your dad had passed you thought you could finally move on and then you thought you could come back and take the place you deserve in this family. But even then you couldn’t. Your dad no longer the one in your way, but it didn’t matter who, even your brother requested proof you weren’t the weak, dumb girl they all looked at you as.

Your eyes land on Yoongi. He’s sipping a glass of scotch, eyes dancing across the room as a couple of men talk in front of him.

Does he deserve this? He’s your brother, the only family you have. But he wanted proof you’re strong enough for this life, so you’re going to give it.

You drink him in. His gummy smile you were always jealous off, even though you knew it was something he was self-conscious of. His dark hair which has grown so much longer than you’ve ever seen. His suit which perfectly fits him. And his dark eyes which flick around the room, always seeing.

“Y/N.”

You’ve failed to remember you’re on the clock and the reason you even came back and you’re obviously failing to look calm given Jimin’s reaction. He takes a step closer to you, concern written all over his face and his arm subconsciously raising as if he wants to reach out and touch you.

“Hey, what’s happened?”

Your eyes dart around the room. You’re not too late but it’s going to happen any second and when it does you can’t be here. They promised you wouldn’t be tied up in all of this, but only if you aren’t in the room when they arrive. The question is how you are going to convince Jimin to leave with you.

Your eyes are wild as they seek out different escape routes before finally settling on Jimin. Swallowing, you say, “it’s Jungkook.”

You feel guilty as soon as the name leaves your lips. And even more guilty when you see the shock and then determination that enters Jimin’s eyes. His hand is firm on your shoulder, a gesture that’s supposed to be reassuring, supposed to show that he’s going to take over and sort this out. You should feel good, your plans worked, but you still only feel guilt.

“Show me,” is all Jimin says, his hand adding pressure to get you to start moving back the way you came.

You give one last glace at the room and the men who stand in it, pausing on your brother before turning and leaving.

You walk to the door, don’t bother to hold it open for Jimin. You take two steps down the hall, check your watch, before your footsteps start to increase in pace. You should never have gone back, you don’t have much time now. The clocks ticking.

Unlike before, your pace starts to increase as you move down the long hall, blood roaring in your ears, but you can still hear the steady footsteps following everyone of yours.

What will he think when he discovers what you’ve done? Your heart is already starting to shatter at the thought, your brain trying to do damage control. It’ll be fine. You’ll live. You can pull yourself together enough to move on.

This isn’t a mistake.

“He’s just through here,” your voice sounds far away, like it doesn’t belong to you.

Jimin steps through the door first, you follow. The suns blinding compared to the dark interior of the club. It takes your eyes a second to adjust. Jungkook’s leaning against a wall next to some bins, not a scratch on him. Jimin stands motionless between the two of you.

“I can explain,” you start to say but stop when Jimin turns to look at you.

And then the shouts start. Shots can be heard in the distance, and while all three of you flinch, none of you move.

“What have you done?”

You’ll never forget the look he gives you. You thought you’d seen Jimin dislike you, thought you’d seen his face contort into something akin to distaste when you’ve suggested joining the gang, thought you’d once seen hatred contort in his eyes when Yoongi let you back. But now you truly know he was right; he’s never hated you. Because the look in his eyes right now is something you’ve never seen.

Deep and utter betrayal. A flicker of unrecognising, a shifting in his perspective around you.

You’ve surprised him. After everything you’ve been through, everything this ‘family’ has done to you, he still can’t believe you’d do this. He looks like he doesn’t know who you are.

You knew this would be his reaction. Jungkook knew it too, it’s why he never wanted you to go back for him, because this hurts, him looking at you this way hurts. It’s too late though. It’s done. Neither of you can change that.

Composing yourself, you say, voice thick, “we should get out of here.”

A nerve in Jimin’s jaw ticks. His eyes flick back to the door you just walked through. You can almost see him thinking about going back in there, where the gunshots can still be heard. Your heart gives another pang. Would he rather go back in there and risk getting arrested than walking away from it all with you?

“Y/N’s right. Let’s go.”

You look over at Jungkook stood a couple of metres away. His eyes are soft but with a hint of knowing; he did repeatedly ask whether doing all of this was worth the fall out.

Taking a breath, you look back at Jimin, his eyes now on you and devoid of all emotion. It’s almost worse.

Standing as tall as you can you turn towards Jungkook and start walking. You’re not sure if they’ll all follow. And you’re not sure what to feel when you hear two sets of footsteps follow, one more hesitant than the other.

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karina | through the night

genre ; fluff , angst

pairing ; idol!karina x idol!gnreader

note ; a lot of angst! also sorry if there are any typos!

word count ; 7k+

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the cold night breeze slaps your face the second you step out of your apartment building, sending your hair flying back as you made sure no one was around to see you out. the weather was nice, maybe a little bit too windy to your liking but you didn’t mind.

you’ve always hated winter, the coldness had been nothing but a torture to you and your electric bills with the heater running on 24/7 trying to keep you warm in your house. you especially hate it when it snows and your shoes keeps on getting wet, and being hit by snowballs thrown by kids that were playing around also became one of the main reason you hated winter.

your phone vibrated in your pocket, and you didn’t have to check to know who sent you a message at this ungodly hour. a smile immediately plastered on your face as you grow eager to reach the promised destination earlier.

there were no one else at the park except for you, and a couple of cars passing by every ten minutes. the town was asleep, but you weren’t. yet, you felt like your day was only about to begin.

love <3

almost there!

3:28a.m

3 am might be the only time you can meet karina without having to hide your face with mask, sunglasses and cap. though you guys could do much more fun things during daytime, it’d be such a risk for the both of you guys’ career. both you and karina’s group are thriving right now, the faces of your members and you being on every advertisement on the street speaks a lot.

aespa was just as popular, receiving awards here and there on every award show. making appearance on multiple tv shows, and at this point if you go to anyone on the streets of korea and ask to name all of the aespa members, they could easily nail it and name everyone in a heartbeat.

at first, you liked the attention. but now, you wish people wouldn’t know about your existence and you hope that you could just vanish from their memory. but that’s impossible.

your desire for that grew bigger and deeper after you met karina. the both of you have been together for not longer than a year, but the amount of proper dates you guys have been on can be counted with only one of your hands. both of you were scared to go out during daytime, being completely aware that some crazy fans might follow either one of you around.

so the only time you have the time to meet the love of your life is when everyone is fast asleep, leaving only streetlights to accompany the both of you.

“what got you zoning out like that?” a familiar fairy-like voice breaks the cold silence. you look up from the swing to see the popular idol standing in front of you with honey dripping from her eyes.

“you.” you replied making karina push your shoulder lightly at the cheesiness of your answer.

“come?” she gently grab your hand, making you stand up. you follow where she’s bringing you, the both of you exiting the park. karina didn’t mutter a word, and kept on pulling you towards a direction which was very familiar to you.

“jimin” you chuckled, karina loved the way her real name comes rolling out of your mouth so naturally.

“why not?” she chuckled as she turn to enter the apartment building of your house before pressing the elevator button. the elevator dings before the door opened, you and karina immediately entered the elevator.

and before you could press your apartment level, karina had already crashed her lips onto yours, discarding her cap while at it. shocking you a little but before you finally melt into her kiss. you could tell by the way she was kissing you that she had been waiting for this exact moment since forever and you blushed at that thought. her lips felt like silk against yours, you missed the taste of her cherry flavoured lip gloss.

“wow, slow down” you pant, breaking the kiss as the both of you gasp for air. karina had this dumb smile on her face as she bit her bottom lips before breaking into a giggle.

“my lipgloss is all over your lips oh my god” she said before wiping them off of your mouth. her dimples showing as she smiled cheekily while wiping her lipgloss off your face.

“oops, maybe i wiped off a little bit too much” karina said before planting a soft long kiss on your lips.

“that’ll do!” she said pulling away, as she pulled your hand exiting the elevator.

“someone’s in a good mood tonight” you chuckled as you sunk your hands in your pocket, fishing for your house key.

“it’s because i have something to show you! quick, i’ll show you once we’re in” she said in excitement. her hands naturally snake around your arms side hugging it.

“this better be something special, i don’t want to see another street cat videos” you teased.

karina LOVES showing you videos of the street cats she met on the street, it had become a routine to watch at least one or three of her cat videos for the both of you everytime you meet. most of the time, you wouldn’t even watch the videos she’s showing you and focus on how her eyes turns into a shape of the crescent moon instead. the way her smile would turn wide as she watches the cat videos together with you melts your heart.

it’s her dream to adopt a cat and take care of it together with you, she had decided what the cats name are gonna be but she had told you that she will never let you know beforehand what the names are gonna be.

“okay, i swear this time it won’t be related to cats in any way!” she said taking her muffler off before placing it on top of the table near the television, though she’s been to your house only a couple of times and she knew you hated it when she goes around placing her things messily. you took your muffler that karina had knitted for you and placed it next to hers.

karina pushed you down on the sofa, making you lay down before she crawls on top of you taking her phone out.

“i heard this and i thought of you” she said as she lays her head on your chest, getting comfy. karina smiled, as a familiar melody played . it took you a couple of seconds before realizing what song was playing.

“i like this song” you smiled, and so did karina. the melody echoes through the living room.

it was iu’s through the night.

“listen to the lyrics,” she said. you hummed and closed your eyes. enjoying the moment to the fullest, having her so close to you makes you happy yet so emotional as you long to do the things normal couple could do.

karina’s honey like voice followed iu’s, singing through the melody as she drew circles on your chest. the duration of the song felt so short, the song is coming to an end as karina raised her head up looking at you in the eyes before kissing you so sweetly.

“i love you” she muttered in between the kiss. you smiled and pulled away, tilting your head to plant a kiss on both her cheeks and forehead.

“i love you more”

karina blushed before kissing away the stupid grin you had on your face. she paused the next song that came on shuffle before sitting up.

“so are you not curious to why im suddenly making you listen to songs?” she asks as a smirk crept on her pretty face

“because you love me?” karina frowned at your stupid answer, sometimes she hopes for you to not be so cheesy though she secretly likes it

“ok let’s not talk about the obvious” she playfully rolls her eyes

“then?”

karina then repositions herself, as she pulls you up making you sit up. there’s a cheeky grin on her face as she waits for you to sit up, and after a couple of seconds the both of you are sitting up facing each other.

“it’s like months away from now but—” karina paused as her hands snaked onto yours.

“i got offered to have a collaboration stage for the end year award and they let me choose my partner—“

“and?” your eyes starts sparkling as you look into her eyes, full of expectation as a stupid grin plastered on your face.

“and who do you think i would like to collab with?” she smiled, giving a gentle squeeze on your hand.

“me?” you asked, reciving a nod from the latter. you smiled and gently cup her face, leaning in to give her a kiss on the lips as she melts into it.

“but i can’t sing” you spoke, wearing a worried expression which made karina burst into a laughter. being the rapper and the main dancer in your group, you only got rap parts and you rarely sing in your songs. well maybe, in your b-sides there are a couple of songs that had you singing in it but it was never more than 3 lines or so.

“we can take turn, and i want you play the guitar. it’s going to be amazing! two rappers doing ballad? we’re going to end every other vocalist’s career!” karina joked which made you whip her hand lightly.

“well maybe not ningning” you said.

karina had gotten so excited over the thought of the performance, in which the supposed home date suddenly turns into a little practoce session. she handed you your acoustic guitar, finding the right key and chords that would make the both of you sound amazing together.

but, you didn’t really want to sing. in fact, you felt like only karina could sing the song, while you play.

“let’s change the plan, what about i don’t sing at all and just play the guitar” you suggested, making karina whip her head up in confusion.

“that’d make it more special, it’s either only you sing, and i play. or nothing at all”

“what, why—“

“nothing honey,”

karina’s heart fluttered at how naturally the pet name sounded coming from you, it wasn’t the first time she’s heard you call her that but she gets butterflies everytime she does.

“i feel like that would make the whole stage more special. i can only play when you sing. we complement each other, right?” you asked, as you eyes shifted from the fret board to her eyes to see that she was already looking at you.

“god- can i kiss you?” honey dripping from her eyes, making you blush. she pouted her lips before crashing it onto yours. you will never get tired of seeing her cheeky grin everytime the both of you pull away from a kiss, and how her dimples appearing as she backs away from you will never get old.

“stay the night,” karina turned to look at you, with a forced smile on her face. “you know i can’t” she replied. this is one of the consequences of a home date, which is no matter what time it is and how dangerous it is, you must leave when it’s dark as it is too risky to leave when the sun is out. dispatch could be camping outside of the house waiting for one of you to exit the other’s house.

“when can i see you again?” you asked. karina’s eyes gloomed, knowing that she won’t have the chance to meet you anytime soon due to her group’s schedule. “we can call, anytime” she smiled before snaking her hands up to your waist, tip toeing as she gently plant a kiss on your lips.

“you’re going to be busy, i don’t want to disturb you” you let out a defeated sigh, cursing the universe once again as you wish you and karina could just live a normal life as a couple.

“i will but— i’ll try for you” she crashed her body into yours, melting in your embrace, dreading to walk out of your apartment.

“you better get going before it gets too late, text me when you arrive home okay?” you broke the hug as you pull karina’s hoodie, making it cover her head while you tidy up a couple strands of hair that was sticking out.

“i’ll text you, goodnight my love” her brown orbs held sadness, not wanting to end the night yet. if it wasn’t for her morning practice she’s 100% sure she��d spend the whole night or maybe a couple of days lazing around with you.

and with a kiss, the both of you bid goodbye. you shut the door close, as you turn around to switch the lights of your apartment off you could feel the usual wave of sadness you feel everytime karina leaves your house.

you woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing incessantly on your nightstand. groaning at how the sound woke you up from your sleep, you reached over to grab it, hoping to silence the notifications so you could get a few more minutes of sleep. but as you opened your phone, you were bombarded with messages from your friends, family, and some message requests on your instagram that came from yourfans.

confused, you scrolled through your notifications, trying to figure out what was going on. and then you saw it: news articles with the headline

"y/n and aespa’s karina spotted holding hands at a park. the two was seen hugging each other and laughing as they enter y/n’s apartment at 3am"

your heart raced as you read the articles. you and karina had been dating in secret for months, knowing that if your relationship was made public, it could cause issues with your fans and management company. but somehow, the news had gotten out, and now the world knew about your secret relationship with karina.

you felt a mix of emotions as you tried to process what was happening. on the one hand, you were thrilled that your relationship with Karina was finally out in the open. You had been so in love with her for months, and it felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders now that you didn't have to hide your feelings for her anymore.

but on the other hand, you were nervous about how your fans and management company would react. as an idol of a popular group, your public image was everything, and you knew that your relationship with karina could cause a lot of controversy and backlash from fans all around the world.

taking a deep breath, you sat up in bed and grabbed your phone, trying to figure out what to do next. you knew that you had to address the news somehow, but you weren't sure how to do it without making things worse.

as you scrolled through your social media accounts, you saw that your fans had already started to react to the news. some were supportive, saying that they were happy for you and karina and that they would continue to support you no matter what. but others were angry and upset, saying that you had betrayed them by keeping your relationship a secret.

you knew this wasn’t the right time to be reading comments, but as you scrolled through the comments on social media, your heart sank when you saw a particularly harsh comment. it was from a fan who is a bug fansite of your who had been following you since your debut.

‘i can't believe y/n would be so selfish and put their own desires ahead of their fans. betraying us all. to be honest, i don't know if i can support you anymore’

the tweet read. you felt a pang of hurt as you read the comment. you had always tried to be honest and authentic with your fans, and you didn't want to let them down.

you felt a knot forming in your stomach as you read the comments. you didn't want to disappoint your fans, but you also knew that you couldn't deny your feelings for Karina. you had to find a way to make things right and address the situation head-on.

as you scroll down twitter, many fan spectulated proofs were being posted. your lovestagram with karina is all over your timeline, some cursing the both of you for posting it online and fooling the fans. it broke your heart to see harsh words being thrown not only at you, but also at your girlfriend.

you knew you couldn’t let the situation go on longer, so you decided to talk to her. panicked, you reached out to karina, hoping to get to talk to her, and also SM entertainment regarding this issue. dialled her number and within a second, you could hear her voice on the other line. her voice was painfully beautiful, especially today.

“jimin, babe have you seen the news? what’s going on?" the panick in your voice was as clear as the sky.

there was a painfully long pause, "yeah, i saw it.” karina closed her eyes shut, tears rolling down her face as she leaned against her bedframe.

“it’s going to be fine, honey. don’t worry, i— i will be at your company soon and we can talk—“

“there’s no use in coming. it’s better for us to break up y/n i’m sorry, but i don’t think we should see each other anymore." her voice sounded cold and distant, far different from how she sounded like just a couple of hours ago when she was melting in your embrace.

your mouth fell agape, you couldn't believe what you were hearing. you had been in a loving relationship with karina, and you had never even talked about the possibility of breaking up. "what do you mean? why didn't you talk to me about this?" you asked, voice gradually growing louder in frustration.

"i didn't have a choice.. y/n. my company has a lot of influence over my career, and they made it clear that if we didn't break up, i would have to go on hiatus," she responded, as she let’s out a sigh.

"i’m sorry— but I have to put my career first. you understand how important this whole idol thing means to us right?" she spoke, trying to get you to understand what she was trying to say. but you were just so- dumbfounded. how can she make the decision all by herself?

"i can't believe this," you said, your voice trembling. "you’re just going to give up on us because of your company? without even talking to me about it first?" you could hear your heart breaking into millions of pieces.

"i'm sorry," karina said, her voice cracking. "i didn't know what else to do. i didn't want to hurt you, but i didn't want to lose my career, either."

you felt tears welling up in your eyes as you listened to her. you knew that this situation was complicated, and that there were no easy answers. but the fact that karina was willing to break up with you without even talking to you about it hurt more than anything else.

"no. we need to talk about this more," you said, your voice shaking. "we can't just end things like this without even trying to fight for our relationship. please, karina. don’t give up on us yet."

there was a long pause on the other end of the phone, and you held your breath, waiting for karina’s response.

“they are releasing the statement soon, i’m sorry y/n. i am very sorry..”

and just like that you were met with the flatline, signaling that the other party had hang up on the call. as soon as karina hung up the call, tears welled up in your eyes and you crumbled onto your bed. you couldn't stop the flood of emotions that overtook you, and you felt utterly helpless and defeated. it felt like everything you had worked for, everything you had dreamed of, was slipping away from you and you couldn't do anything to stop it.

the sobs wracked your body, and you curled up into a ball, feeling like the weight of the world was on your shoulders. you felt weak and powerless, and you couldn't understand why karina would even consider breaking up with you without even discussing it properly. you felt like you had no control over the situation, and it was overwhelming.

you didn't know how long you stayed like that, crying and feeling utterly lost and alone. you felt like you were drowning in your own sadness and there was no way out. you couldn't see any light at the end of the tunnel and you felt hopeless.

eventually, you managed to pull yourself together enough to wipe away your tears and take a deep breath, but you still felt hollow and empty inside. you knew that there would be tough times ahead, but you didn't feel like you had the strength to face them. it felt like everything you had worked for was slipping away and you couldn't do anything to stop it.

you cried until you were too exhausted to cry anymore. your eyes were swollen and puffy, your throat was sore from the sobs, and your head was pounding. you lay there on your bed, feeling completely empty inside, muttering sad sentences that included karina's name.

"why did you have to do this to me.." you whispered, your voice trembling. "i thought you loved me. why didn't you talk to me about this first?"

you shut your eyes, yet the memories of the both of you being all lovey dovey just last night haunts you.

you couldn't stop the tears from falling, and you didn't even try to. you just let them flow freely down your face, mingling with the endless stream of sad and hopeless words that escaped your lips.

"how could you— how could you break up with me like this?" you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

you felt like you were drowning in your own sorrow, and you didn't know how to swim to the surface. you were trapped in a sea of sadness, and it seemed like there was no way out.

as the night wore on, you cried until you couldn't cry anymore. your sobs eventually turned into quiet sniffles, and your muttering became incoherent murmurs. and finally, you drifted off to sleep, still muttering sad sentences that included karina's name under your breath.

as the award show approached, you threw yourself into preparations, trying to distract yourself from thoughts of karina. you spent countless hours rehearsing your performance and perfecting your appearance, determined to make a statement on stage.

but no matter how hard you tried, traces of karina were everywhere. you couldn't go anywhere without being reminded of her, and the pain of the breakup still lingered in your heart.

despite the emotional turmoil, you knew that you had to put on a brave face and show the world that you were strong and independent. so you pushed aside your feelings and focused on the task at hand, determined to give the performance of a lifetime.

as you practiced the song that you and karina had promised to perform together, the memories of your past with her flooded back. you couldn't help but let out a sob as you sang the lyrics, the emotions behind the words hitting you harder than ever before.

the tears streamed down your face as you tried to continue singing, but your voice broke and you stumbled over the words. your head playing games with you when you keep on hearing her honey like voice singing along with you. you felt a sense of hopelessness wash over you as you realized that the song would never be the same without karina by your side.

the pain of the breakup was still too fresh, and the thought of having to perform the song alone was too much to bear.

but as you wiped away your tears and stood back up, you knew that you couldn't let your emotions get in the way of your performance. you took a deep breath and tried to push aside the memories, focusing on the task at hand.

even though your heart was breaking, you knew that you had to be strong for your fans and show them that you were capable of moving on. so you picked yourself up, determined to give it your all and make the performance one that karina would be proud of, even if she wasn't there with you.

weeks passed and the day had come where your group and you were invited to Seoul Music Award. you were excited at the thought of meeting your fans and performing your new released song for the first time in front of them.

from inside of the van, you could see flashes from fansites going crazy as the van approached the red carpet. you stepped out of the car and onto the red carpet, the flash of cameras and the sound of reporters calling out your name making your heart race. it was the biggest award show of the year, and you were thrilled to be there. but, as you looked around the crowded venue, your excitement quickly turned to dread. aespa was there, too. karina, was there.

she looks stunning, as always. she was dressed in a glittering gown that hugs her curves in all the right places. and for a moment, you're struck by how beautiful she looks, and you feel a pang of regret and longing.

but then the memories flood back, and you remember why you broke up in such bad terms. youu remember the coldness of her voice, the betrayal, the pain. you remember the countless times you tried to make it work, only to be met with indifference or outright hostility. and you feel a surge of anger and bitterness, along with a deep sadness that still lingers inside you.

you shook off your feelings, focusing on the fansites that are in shouting your name asking you to make certain poses. as you entertain your fan, you glanced over to karina as she looks up and catches your eye. your can see the regret in her expression, the pain that she's still carrying around with her. but you don't want to give her the satisfaction of acknowledging her, so you broke the eye contact, your head held high.

the procedure went on faster than you had expected, and now every group are moving to the venue, seating at their designated seats.

you arrive at the award show and take your seat at a table, bothered to see that karina, and aespa is seated a table away from yours. and despite the distance between you and aespa’s, you can't help but notice her glancing over at you every once in a while. the whole night you felt very uncomfortable, not only because you were a few meters away from karina but also because you were seperated from your group due to the lack of chairs provided by the floor manager, now sitting with the lesserafim members.

so there you were, sitting at the award show table, trying to enjoy the staged despite the awkwardness. break time came before the second part of the award show starts you were about to go to you group’s table to avoid the awkwardness but suddenly, you feel a tap on your shoulder, and you turn around to see the american member, huh yunjin flashunv you a sweet smile. a member from the band that's up for the same award as you.

she smiles at you, shifting her gaze from your eyes to your lips time to time and you can't help but feel a little flustered by her subtle flirts. "hey relax a little," yunjin said, in english. it shocked you because not many people that you were quite fluent in english and seeing yunjin knew, it’s obvious that she had been having her eyes on you for quite a while.

"i saw your rehearsal earlier, and I have to say, you were amazing. i can see why your fans are going crazy over you." you blush at her compliment. "thank you," you say.

"you guys were pretty incredible too. been listening to all of your b-sides! bangers." you chuckled which made yunjin laugh, covering her mouth as her hand lightly hits your chest. thank god the venue were not open for fans during break time, due to some circumstances. if not, all of the fansites in here would’ve gone crazy and an issue would be caused.

yunjin grins at you. "well, now that we're both here, maybe we can get to know each other a little better. what do you say?"

as you continue chatting with yunjin, karina can't help but overhear your conversation. her heart sinks as she listens to the sound of your laughter and the way you seem to be hitting it off with yunjin.

she watches as you lean in closer to her, your eyes shining with excitement. she can see the way yunjin is looking at you, with a mix of admiration and desire.

karina's heart breaks as she realizes that she might have lost you for good. she remembers all the times you shared together, the moments of happiness and love that you both experienced. but she also remembers the particular day, the day she pushed you away.

as she listens to your conversation with yunjin, karina can't help but feel a deep sense of regret. she knows that she was the one who ended things between you, but seeing you with someone else makes her realize just how much she still loves you.

she remembers the way you used to hold her, the sound of your voice, and the way you looked at her with love in your eyes. but now, seeing you with someone else, she realizes that she might have missed her chance at true love.

karina tries to hold back her tears as she watches you and yunjin, but the pain in her heart is too much to bear. she knows that she needs to leave the award show and be alone with her thoughts.

"i can’t do this," she says, her voice barely above a whisper catching the attention fo her japanese friend, giselle looks at her with concern. "hm? what do you mean?"

"siitting here, seeing y/n with someone else. it’s— too much," karina replies, tears welling up in her eyes.

as she stands up to leave, she catches your eye for a brief moment but you were wuick to turn your attention back to yunjin who was in front of you. truthfully, you weren’t really enjoying the conversation you and yunjin were sharing but you didn’t want to appear rude, especially when she had approached you first. you see karina turning away as she walks out of the venue, feeling a deep sense of sadness and longing.

the conversation between you and yunjin was interrupted by your manager calling you to move, backstage. you checked the list and realized that you’re set to perform your special stage in 20 minutes. you got ready and prepared for your stage, warming up your vocal chords as you get you makeup touched up.

you stand backstage, your heart racing with excitement and nerves. the sound of the crowd's cheers and applause echoes through the walls, sending chills down your spine.

you take a deep breath and run your hands over your guitar, feeling the smooth wood beneath your fingers. you've practiced this song a hundred times, but performing it live on an awards show is a different kind of pressure.

the stage manager calls your name, and you feel your stomach drop. it's time.

“you can do this, y/n” you whisper to yourself.

as the lights dimmed, the crowd erupted into cheers and applause as you stepped onto the stage, guitar in hand. you were dressed in an outfit your fans had been begging your stylist to style you, your hair styled perfectly as always. this was a big moment for you, your first solo performance on an awards show, and you were ready to give it your all.

taking your place on the center of the stage, you looked out at the sea of faces before you. you couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness as your eyes landed on karina who was seated in the front row. she looked beautiful, as always, but there was a sadness in her eyes that you couldn't ignore.

you took a deep breath and began to strum the opening chords of the song you had promised to perform with karina.

iu’s through the night

it was a beautiful ballad, full of emotion and heartbreak, and you knew it would be a hit if you sing this with karina. at the sound of the instrumental playing, the memories if you and karina from the night dispatch had caught you played in your head.

as the music swelled, you closed your eyes and let yourself get lost in the moment. you felt the guitar beneath your fingers, the rhythm pulsing through your body. you were in your element, and nothing could stop you now.

but as the first verse came to an end, you felt a sudden jolt of pain. this was the part where karina was supposed to start singing. but she wasn't there. it was just you and your guitar, playing the instrumental part alone.

you opened your eyes and looked out at the audience. they were still cheering, still clapping, still singing along. but you could see the confusion on their faces, the disappointment in their eyes as they were eager to hear your singing voice.

and then you saw karina. she was crying now, her hands covering her mouth as tears streamed down her face.

"why?" she whispered, as you finished the song. "i’m so sorry" she whispered, as you read her lips.

you took a deep breath and continued singing, your voice soft and gentle, yet full of emotion. the crowd fell silent, captivated by your performance. every note was like a brushstroke, painting a picture of heartbreak and longing.

the chorus came, and you let your voice soar, the raw emotion pouring out of you. you could feel the pain in your lyrics, and the audience felt it too.

as the song came to an end, the last notes fading into the air, the crowd erupted into applause, cheering for you and your beautiful, haunting performance. you felt a sense of satisfaction, knowing that you had touched their hearts with your performance.

you bowed to the audience before leaving the stage. applauses from the staffs could be heard aling with some compliments which you responded with nods and smiles. you bit your lips, holding back the wave of emotions you’ve been suppressing while performing.

“good job, y/n” one of you makeup stylist praised you, making you feel proud. all those sleepless night of practice paid off, and you were beyond proud of yourself for being able to go through the hard timesof moving on while also preparing for a performance.

you then moved back to the venue, and sat at your assigned seat. it made you smile how other groups gave you a small applause and compliments as you walk you way through your seat. without noticing, your eyes trailed towards aespa’s table, and noticed that karina wasn’t there leaving an empty seat.

as the award show comes to an end, the crowds begin to disperse, and the excitement in the air starts to die down. you're ready to leave and head back to your hotel, but as you make your way towards the exit, you notice karina following closely behind you.

despite her attempts to catch your attention, you continue to ignore her, making her feel increasingly frustrated and hurt. as she tries to keep up with you, her emotions boil over, and she can't help but let out a frustrated exclamation.

"why are you being so cold to me?" she blurts out, her voice strained with emotion. "do you even care about how i'm feeling right now?"

her words catch you off guard, and you turn to face her, surprised by the sudden outburst. as you look into her eyes, you can see the pain and hurt that she's been trying to hide all night.

"i don't know what you want me to say," you respond, your voice tinged with annoyance. "we broke up, karina. i don't owe you anything."

karina flinches at your words, her heart sinking even further. she knows that she's been wrong to expect anything from you, but she can't help the way she feels.

"i know that we broke up," she says, her voice trembling slightly. "but that doesn't mean that we can't at least be civil to each other. i just don't understand why you're being so cold to me!"

you pause for a moment, taking in her words. despite the pain that you feel towards karina, you know that she's right - there's no need to be so harsh towards her. but if you don’t do so, you don’t know how to move on

as karina confronts you about your cold behavior towards her, you feel a mix of frustration and sadness welling up inside you. you know that you should try to be civil with her, but the pain of your past relationship is still too fresh.

"what do you want me to do, karina?" you ask, your voice tinged with annoyance. "we've broken up, and i need to move on. you can't just expect me to act like nothing happened!" your voice raised in frustration, luckily the hallways was empty.

karina's eyes widen with hurt and disbelief, and she takes a step back as if you've just struck her.

"i'm not asking you to forget about our relationship," she says, her voice trembling. "but i just want us to be able to be in the same room without it being so awkward and tense. is that too much to ask?"

you clench your jaw, feeling a sense of anger bubbling up inside you.

"you're the one who wanted to end things, karina," you say, your tone harsher than you intended. "you can't just expect me to be okay with it and move on like you didn’t break me." you frowned.

karina's face falls, and she takes another step back, looking as if she's been struck by a blow.

"that's not fair," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "i know that i hurt you, and i'm sorry for that. but that doesn't mean that we have to be enemies now."

“enough,jimin” you shake your head, feeling as if you're at your breaking point. the hurt and frustration of the past few months are too much to bear, and you feel as if you're about to explode.

"i don't know if i can do that, karina," you say, your voice trembling. tge switch between her real name to her stage name broke her heart. "every time i see you, all i can think about is how much i loved you and how much you hurt me. i can't just pretend like that never happened."

karina's eyes fill with tears, and she turns away from you, unable to bear the weight of your words. you can see the pain etched on her face, and a part of you feels guilty for causing her so much hurt.

her eyes fill with tears and she blinks them away furiously, but they keep falling down her cheeks, leaving a glistening trail in their wake.

her voice wavers and breaks as she tries to speak, and her breath hitches with every word. despite her efforts to stay composed, her face contorts with pain and her shoulders shake with the force of her sobs. you can see the hurt etched on her face as she apologizes, her sobs choked with tears, realizing that you will never be able to go back to how you were. it’s clear that she's trying her best to hold herself together, but the weight of her emotions is just too much to bear.

“enough, karina. just— leave me alone” your voice trembled. you hated that you wanted her to be out of your sight as your heart still longs for her, but it’s the best.

"i know that i hurt you, and i’m sorry," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "i never meant to cause you so much pain.”her voice trembles as she speaks, tears streaming down her face.

“but i understand now that you need space, and I will respect that— i.. i won't bother you or try to appear in your life anymore." she takes a deep breath, trying to steady her voice.

"but please— just know that i will always love you, and i will never forget the time that we spent together.” your heart shattered at her words.

“but i also understand that we can't go back to the way things were, and that breaks my heart. so, so much y/n.. it hurts so much.." she looks up at you, her eyes red and puffy from crying.

"i hope that someday, you can find it in your heart to forgive me and that if you ever need anything— anything at all, please don't hesitate to ask."

"i still love you," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "but i know that i can't force you to feel the same way. so i'll leave you alone, and i won't bother you anymore."

you remain silent, unsure of what to say or do. as karina turns to walk away, you feel a sense of sadness wash over you. you know that you'll miss her, but you also know that it's time to let go.

as you watch her walk away, you realize that this is the end of an era. as you stand there, watching karina walk away, tears streaming down her face, you can feel your heart breaking into a million pieces. the weight of all the memories and promises that you both shared is suddenly too much to bear, and you can't help but feel a sense of overwhelming sadness and loss.

karina's sobs echo in your ears, and you can see her shoulders shaking with each cry. you want to reach out to her, to tell her that everything will be okay, but you know deep down that it won't. you've both made your choices, and now you have to live with the consequences.

as karina disappears from your view, you feel a sense of emptiness settling in your chest. it's as if a part of you has been ripped away, leaving you feeling hollow and alone. but even as you mourn the loss of your relationship, you know that it's time to let go.

you take a deep breath and turn away from where karina stood, feeling the weight of the past few months slowly lifting off your shoulders. it's time to start over, to let go of the pain and hurt, and to move forward with your life.

with one last look back at the spot where karina disappeared, you take a step forward, ready to face whatever the future holds. it won't be easy, and the memories of your past relationship will always be there, but you know that you can make it through.

"goodbye, jimin" you whisper, your voice choked with emotion. tears stream down your face as you turn and walk away, knowing that the memories of your relationship will always be bittersweet.

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