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taechnological · 1 year
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fillinforlater · 5 months
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Mildly Unfair
Male Reader x Yu Jimin (Karina), Kwon Eunbi, Jang Wonyoung
Length: 1656 words
Tags: titfuck, titfuck, titfuck (?), cumshot, rivalry
TW: no editing and terrible analogies hahaha
Inspiration: @capslocked for the (meme) idea
(A/N: You literally voted for the ending to this and I wrote it accordingly. The idea came from @capslocked but I want to give @kaedespicelatte a shoutout for pushing the "Wony busty" agenda. Here is my take on it.)
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"Wha-wha-what the hell?"
The sliding door is only half-way open when a wide-eyed Wonyoung is already eager to enter the room through the small gap. Her petite, long body easily passes through, something the two women before you might have struggled with. Unlike Wonyoung, they carry a certain package with them at all times—and said package has you groaning like a wild animal for a couple of minutes now.
"Stop it!" Wonyoung complains, deaf, lust riddled ears unwilling to let her two older friends know about her issue. You'd gladly help her out, really, but your eyes are glued on your erection which is in quite the predicament.
"Shut up," Karina hushes back at Wonyoung, dainty fingers circling your swollen cockhead, tits spilling out from her bra already. No surprise there, she usually wears clothes a size too small and with the bountifulness of her chest, the black lace can barely keep up. "You're not really needed here."
"She is right," Eunbi says softly, dress already around her ankles, lusty hands spreading warm lube over her breasts. She gets on her knees next to Karina and helps the younger to make everything a wet, glistening mess. "He wants something you can't give, Wony."
'Fuck' is all you have to contribute when your manhood is suddenly trapped from both sides in the soft grasp of two pairs of melons. Karina joins you, her moans a lot more unhinged, especially when Eunbi rids her of the tiny bra with a soft smile. 
Eunbi's smile is always soft, loving, and motherly. She is older and absolutely confident in her sexuality. It's this confidence that has gotten this friend group away from "just" hanging out, playing games and partying to a lot more intimate activities.
"Rina, your nipples are so hot, come and rub them over me," Eunbi urges her friend with a laugh that has Karina flushed even stronger than before. Long gone is the hesitant girl, unsure and self-aware of her cup size; she is already in heat and squeezes her tits together to arouse Eunbi with the hard, light brown nipples atop a large arolae. 
"Unnie, you're hot too, ahh!"
"Uhm, hello? I'm here too, you horny fucks!" Wonyoung shouts and climbs on the bed you're sitting on. "Hey you, say something."
That whine must have been directed at you, but you focus on Karina and the valley of her silky boobs rubbing along your sides, stimulating the skin of your shaft while Eunbi licks the slit stopping every now and then to teasingly blow on your tip. Enough reasons to throw your head back and completely ignore Wonyoung, who crosses her arms and looks down at you.
"Like I said," Eunbi addresses Wonyoung, still calm, unworried, your glands twirled between two fingers. "You can't help us. There is no shame in having small boobs, it's just that they can't do this."
"But I can!"
This is ridiculous, but when you look past it, all there is is Karina tit fucking her massive, gorgeous ballons up and down your entire length. Wet sloppy sounds become louder, messier when she sticks out her tongue and drools on your tip. You can't believe that your formerly abashed friend can rival Eunbi with the sluttiness of her expression and the things her mouth can do.
You groan and cup her face with your admittedly sweaty fingers. Karina locks eyes with you, never stops to fuck your cock silly and to get you even closer to heaven, she gets a wet kiss by Eunbi on her rosy cheek. You are ready to blast, early, but Karina has really earned a load on her pretty face and pretty fat tits. But suddenly Eunbi stops Karina's last surge for your climax.
"Okay, Rina, we'll let her do it," she says.
"Eh? What? You must be kidding!" a visibly upset and horny Karina groans. However, Eunbi has trained her well. She pulls away, reluctance only in her gaze. Eunbi gives her another of those motherly smiles and Karina settles next to her, away from your parted legs, away from your glowing, throbbing cock.
Wonyoung gleefully gets in front of you and presses her full, pink lips on what she often calls 'hers'. Yes, she tries really hard to get you to be only hers, but two equally beautiful women with other benefits are right there, sharing a few pecks and fondling each other's curves. 
"Look at me," Wonyoung proudly announces and places your shaft in between her tiny hills, pressing them together and almost making you feel a hint of softness. Almost.
“I am looking, but feel, I do nothing,” you mock her and from the corner of your eyes see Karina taunt the skinny girl—in before Eunbi cups her puffy pussy to make her forget the blazing rod she could be pumping right now. It is doubtful that she can fully forget it though, the amount of times she has thrown a horny gaze to your crotch puts your bank account to shame.
“Y-you’re lying!” Wonyoung whines, almost cries out, with an uncanny desolateness in her usually confident and demanding voice. You can’t help but pity her a bit. “Admit it: my boobs are the best.”
“They are great, but you don’t have to give me a titjob for that,” you try to reason calmly. Wonyoung is having none of that today. Again. 
“No. Tell them, tell everyone, even your weird friends on Discord that I am the bustiest, I have the biggest and bestest boobs of all of them.”
“Wonyoung,
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
This is getting out of hand, like Wonyoung’s mounds. She tries to squeeze them tighter against you, but repeatedly slides over them. Her palms smack your cock in a very unarousing manner. Combine that with the absolute lack of stimulation from her chest, you go limp quickly. Even Wonyoung’s adorable, fuckable expression isn’t enough to salvage this.
Luckily for you, Eunbi saves the day, like she did so many times. She quietly urges Karina to tackle Wonyoung while she takes the vacant spot in between your knees. In the blink of an eye, the mature face of your Noona replaces that of Wonyoung, which is now buried in Karina’s bazookas. 
“I’m sorry about this,” Eunbi whispers, her initial smile fading for something more sinister, still lewd, but in an imposing way that you know all too well. “I’ll fix this, if you’re ready or not.”
You’re never ready for the way she just spits in her hands, nails painted in some color that in no time will flash up and down when she jerks your cock beyond any reasonable stimulation. All the blood that has been rushing away from it turns around asap, getting you embarrassingly hard embarrassingly swiftly.
“N-no need to be sorry. Fuck.”
“I know you can’t resist me, not even my hand. You’d cum on my tits by just looking at them. That’s why I’m better than both of them.”
Is she right? Maybe. She is making a great case for herself, her soft hand suddenly stopping the up and down movement in favor of slaps against her milky meat bags. Eunbi knows you won’t loudly admit to her superiority, but she also knows how she can remove all doubt about it. Small hands move from a large cock to the largest, most perfectly shaped breasts in at least the radius of one meter (Karina is still right there after all—why is she choking Wonyoung—why are their fingers deep in their pussies?), and Eunbi makes sure your cock disappears in them. 
Warm and soft, somewhat like a pussy and still completely different. Eunbi looks at you, expectantly, threatening, you better have a good reaction to her—her titfuck starts violently and you crash back onto the bed with a gasp that has Karina and Wonyoung perking up from their fight (GONE SEXUAL). 
Sexual feels like an understatement for the way Eunbi’s boobies have you on the verge of insanity. She moves them up and down and has you reaching for something up, something down, but all you find are pillows (suspiciously smelling like Wonyoung) and Eunbi’s hair. Nevermind, the second is a great option. You pull on it like it’s the break to a crashing train and the Noona tries to kill you with a stare.
“What are you doing?” she growls.
“Y-you’re too fast, pl-please—”
“No.”
No, your hand in her hair does not matter, she is still absolutely destroying you with her melons. Eunbi’s fun bags are now murder weapons, slashing you, ready to make you release a liquid all over them. In all honesty (you can’t tell her that), it feels fantastic, and an orgasm will be a blissful ride on the clouds, but you don’t want to give it to her. 
“I want Karina.”
“No.”
“I want Karina.”
“No!”
“Unnie!” Karina shouts and stands up, her pussy leaking onto the floor. “He wants me. Your Wony-experiment failed, now I get my rightful load.”
“Ugh, fine.” Your cock is free, Eunbi is livid, though her face can never get rid of this motherly look. It’s endearingly cute in a wicked way. “Fucking take him, I don’t care.”
“I’m here.” Karina’s soft skin presses around you, so much more careful. Her face is bright, porcelain skin ready to be painted like a canvas. Her ears perk up when she hears your groan. Her full lips are slightly parted, her large eyes are dreamy, hungry, ready for you to burst. “Cum, please.”
Your cock erupts all over the perfect, angelic features, covering all but her beauty spot in a thick icing that gets eagerly lapped up. No one can resist the toppings of a great cake after all, not even Eunbi, who quickly falls back to her knees to help Karina clean off her face. Wonyoung joins in too, but she gets the least—they really do care about the age-order here, huh?
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bonbonchocolates · 4 months
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Yandere Jungkook x Reader
Summary: When you take the wrong taxi.....
Warnings: yandere jungkook, obsessive behaviour, non-con touching, smut (not descriptive)
A/N: Again originally from my Wattpad account. If you like it please leave a like.
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You checked the time on your wrist watch.
9:45pm
It read.
You are really late today it's all because of your rude and arrogant boss. Sometimes you feel like to kill him. You don't know why he is always after you, giving you more work than others, making you work at late hours.
What problem does he have with me?
You thought.
It is already too late. Now your mother will scold you as soon as you reach home. But still you want to return back home as soon as possible. You know it is not safe for a young girl to be out at this time. Moreover, recently a lot of young girls are going missing and you don't want to be one of them.
You booked a taxi but it still had not arrived. You are waiting for it patiently for the last fifteen minutes.
Then you finally heard the honk of a car, indicating your taxi has arrived. You could not get more happy and this. You rushed towards your taxi. You quickly opened the door, got inside and closed it.
As soon as you closed the door the driver started the taxi and towards your way home. Just then you got a call, you checked your phone, it was from your mother. You quickly picked it up.
On Call:
Y/M: Y/N dear where are you?
You: I'm in a taxi on my way home.
Y/M: Why are you so late?
You: Mom you already know my boss.
Y/N: Oh yeah. Come back fast, you heard the news, right?
You: Yes mom.
Y/M: Ok bye.
You: Bye Mumma.
With that you ended the call. You were busy in the call that you could not notice that the route the driver took was not the way to your home. As you looked outside you noticed it.
And you panicked.
"Excuse me"
(In Jimin's voice. Hahaha. Sorry, back to the story)
The driver looked at the rear view mirror to look at you. You knew that you grabbed his attention but you could not see his whole face. You couldn't see his eyes because he wore a black coloured cap.
"This is not the way to my house."
You told him but he just shrugged it off. After a long moment of silence he finally decided to speak.
"Mam, this is the shortcut."
He said in a husky voice. After hearing it you felt relaxed and you believed it because it's only been a year since you came to this city. The only strange thing is that you felt like that you heard the driver's voice somewhere but you decided to ignore it.
(Typical Y/N thing)
You checked on your phone and found a message from an unknown number.
Unknown: Mam, where are you?
You: Who are you?
Unknown: Your taxi driver, mam. Actually I have been waiting for the past half an hour but I can't find you.
You: What are you saying I already got my taxi and I am on my way back home.
It was really weird. Did the company sent two taxis for you? You then just to confirm you opened and found that the taxi that you booked arrived five minutes later you boarded the taxi.
What? How can this happen?
You then quickly opened google map on your phone and found your location to be 2 kilometres away from your house.
You panicked and as soon as you looked at the rear view mirror you found the cab driver stealing glances at you from the rear view mirror. Now you can see his whole face, he looked oddly familiar.
You quickly dialled the emergency number and waited for them to pick it up but as soon as they picked it up, someone snatched your phone away from you and threw it out of the window of the car.
(I wrote it as emergency number because all the countries have different emergency numbers and I have not mentioned which country this story takes place. So you can imagine as your country.)
You looked at the driver who gave out an evil smile. You were terrified of him.
"Who are you? And where are you taking me?"
You asked with all the courage that you had gained.
He then stopped the car and looked back at you. As soon as you saw his whole face you were shocked.
"Don't tell me that you already forgot me, love?"
Flashback:
You were currently at the last year of high school. One day when it was lunch time, you saw the one and only Jeon Jungkook, the most popular playboy of the school approaching you. He is in the last year of college.
(I don't know if such schools exist or not. Please let me know.)
But why is he coming towards you when you always wanted to stay a mile away from him.
He came towards you and did something that you never expected him to do in his whole life.
He took your right hand on his left hand and got down on his knees. Everyone was staring at you. You hated attention and and wanted to disappear from there.
"Y/N the moment my eyes fell on you, I felt something strange which I never felt before. I know that I'm a playboy but I'm ready to change that for you. I really love you Y/N. I want you to be in my life. Will you become my girlfriend and maybe my future wife? Please don't say no I love you very much."
Everybody started to clap. You looked at his face, his eyes were filled with hope and love for you. You contemplated what to do? It's not like Jungkook is a bad person but the only problem is that he is a playboy. Each and every week he has a new girl with him.
"Y/N"
The sound of his voice brought you out of your thoughts. You once again looked at his eyes. You don't know why but his feelings for you seemed genuine but still you can't trust him because it can be one of his bet with his friends.
"Sorry Jungkook but I can't be with a playboy like you."
You tried your best to sound kind and gentle. You quickly withdraw your hand from his and ran away.
End Of Flashback
After that he never approached you again. You assumed it was one of his bet with his friends. The next year your father got transferred to another city so you all shifted from there. You never saw or heard of Jungkook again until now.
"J-Ju-Jungkook"
You shuttered.
"So you remember me, good."
In a moment he was at the back seat near you. You tried to open the door of the car but he was quick to grab you.
"Don't you dare try to escape me"
He warned you.
You were terrified you had no idea why he was doing all this. Is it just because of a simple rejection? You didn't even have the courage to question him.
His hand then went down to your pants and he tried to pull it down. But before he could do anything you tried to push his hands away but he was too strong. So your attempt to push his hands away went to vain.
"Let me do what I want or othe-"
"P-ple-please l-leave me"
You begged in him. You don't know when you started sobbing. You kept on begging in front of him but he just gave you a smirk.
In a moment he ripped off your pants along with your undergarments. Now your lower body was completely naked and he could see it clearly. You were embarrassed and started to cry even more in the fear of what is about to happen to you. You tried to hide yourself from his gaze but he stopped you by grabbing your thighs.
"You are beautiful, love. Don't hide from me."
You then saw him opening the zipper of his pants and pulling down his boxers. Now you were well aware of his intentions.
In a moment both his pants and boxers were gone and he lined his member near your entrance. You wiggled about but he grabbed you and without any preparation he pushed his hard member in your entrance.
You screamed.
It hurts a lot and without letting you adjust to his size he started to move. You kept on crying due to the pain and there was no pleasure in it. While you cried he kept on moaning and groaning.
"For others it may be a simple rejection but not for me."
Saying that he kissed on your forehead.
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back2bluesidex · 1 month
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Oh my god! Spoiler pls
Where Do Broken Hearts Go Ch-5 Spoiler
This is quite big of a spoiler 👀 but I wanna get you guys hooked hahaha!
Shutting the door loudly enough, you look at Jungkook. He looks restless. He is still wearing the same clothes you saw him in earlier, so he might not have headed home since then. The strong smell of soju and cigarettes highents your suspicion.
He looks back at you, with big, doe, glossy eyes. Once you felt unbelievably weak for them but now you feel numb. The moisture in his does nothing to worry or unsettle you.
You wait for him to say something or to head inside your (once shared) bedroom and pack up whatever stuff he had left behind. But he does nothing. He stands there staring at you as you do the same.
You sigh again, “as far as my knowledge goes, you have nothing left to pack. But you can check again, or whatever you please.”
You divert your eyes from him and walk towards the kitchen to pour him a glass of water.
“I know that. I know there’s nothing left.” he finally speaks up, making your head turn towards him through the open space of the kitchen.
You feel anger growing inside you with every passing moment. If he knew then why the fuck did he come? What brings him here at your apartment on a saturday night right when you feel way too much troubled with your feelings and emotions?
But you control it. You are trained to control your emotions during these kinds of situations. So you take in a deep breath and open your mouth to speak again.
“Then may I ask what brings you here, Jungkook? That too in the state of intoxication? If this is about the apartment itlself then let me remind you that the lease is on my name and I have already wired you the share you had paid up until the breakup.”
He walks towards you. Standing on the other side of the kitchen counter he says, “I just wanted to see you, Y/N.”
A sarcastic chuckle bubbles in your throat at that.
“We don't really share a relation to see eachother frequently, don’t you think so? Besides, you just saw me this afternoon.”
This time Jungkook laughs. Just like yours, his laugh too is paunchuated with sarcasm. But you don’t know how he can be sarcastic. He is the one who left you, he is the one who has a girlfriend waiting at home for him while he is here at his ex-girlfriend’s house and he is the one who should be guilty, not you.
Suddenly you feel a strong urge to throw the glass full of water on his face. But you calm yourself down again.
“Well, you didn’t even look at me properly. You were so eager to entertain your special client that you basically ran out of Jimin’s place.”
The insides of your mouth taste sour at how Jungkook emphasized the words special client.
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akookminsupporter · 5 months
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231023 Jimin JPD Live
When Jungkook arrived.
🐥 Oh? Oh! JK! ☺️ hahahah
🐰 I was going to go home
🐥 JK!
🐰 Can I go in there? Ah really?
🐥 It feels like I'm at home watching tv and there's about 25 people in front
🐥 The mic's here so speak from here
🐰 Hello ARMYs. This is Jungkook.
🐰 I won't be in the way for long
🐥 What do we do if I hadn't see you?
🐰 I was going to go quietly... but why are you bringing me a mic? kkkk
🐥 Please greet (ARMYs), they haven't seen you in a bit
🐰 Hello, I'm Jungkook
🐥 Why did you lose so much weight?
🐥 *🤏 JK's pecs*
🐰 Me? I'm now.. going off kkk😁
🐥 hahaha
🐰 I'm sweating since I just finished practiced
🐥 You can go now, I'm sorry
🐰 Ah okay
🐥 Thank you
🐥🫂🐰
🐥 I'm sorry
🐰 Have fun watching the documentary with ARMY
🐰 I'll watch it on the way too
🐥 Thank you. Hurry up and rest
🐰 Thank you 🙇🏻‍♂️
🐥 Take the chair and go
🐰 Okay! Thank you! Have fun watching!
🐰 Bye! 🫵 I love you
🐥 Bye👋
🐥 That was nice
🐥 (🐰)👋
Translation: tw, lovemazejikook
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moochi-daisies · 4 months
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2015.01.
- 18+ Minors DNI
- Content Warnings: None for this chapter! Maybe a moment of tension/annoyance?
- In Summation: Two people fall in love which would make a much shorter story if they had better communication skills.
Length: 3.1k words
- Side Notes: hahaha i hit a wall in the third chapter of this part and have been avoiding tumblr all together out of Shame but maybe posting this will change that. hope you enjoy and thank you for reading :)
Find the rest here!
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     I didn't see Yoongi or any of the guy's for two years after I left.
     Yoongi had texted me midway through my bus trip home, asking that I send back his jacket so that he could be reminded of me whenever he smelled it. He didn't say anything about his scarf, so I kept it. Sleeping with it every night for three months after I returned.
     My mom had been fuming when I got back home, taking away my phone until the next semester of school started. Claiming I "wasn't responsible enough to be trusted" and that "phone's were an adult privilege I could have after reflecting on what it meant to be an adult".
     I don't think anybody truly knows what that means.
     It was about a month afterwards that school started up again. I went to classes, handed my paychecks over to my mom and snuck out with friends whenever one was able to come pick me up. My time spent at that magical house in late November came back to me in dreams, with life going back to the way it had always been, those few days with the guy's drifted into the background like a distant memory.
     I stayed in touch with most of them though, Jimin sent dance videos and asked for story updates. Hobi would ask about life and share clips of songs he was composing. Namjoon sent pictures of them all out doing things together, at parties, on hikes - things like that. I got selfies and stream of consciousness texts from Tae whenever he was at the convenience store, sometimes he'd throw in an art piece he was working on for feedback.
     Jin called me drunk a few times or whenever he was bored at the radio station. He didn't text much beyond cryptic one word messages or to share a new terrible joke he loved.
     At first, Yoongi and I texted the most. Venting to each other about our days until night came, at which point we'd video call for hours, until one of us fell asleep.
     At first, it was talking of missing each other, reminiscing on how it felt to be near one another, how the kisses were experienced from each point of view. We laughed over how nervous and clueless we both were about how the other felt the whole time.
     At first, we'd stay up until our eyes burned and the sun started to rise again. Asking all the questions we had for each other, learning everything there was for us to learn.
     From there, we started talking about art. Exchanging poetry and books we both loved, discussing the lines that stood out or meant the most to us. Yoongi made playlists of songs for me to listen to and would quiz me on them afterwards to make sure I listened. I started practicing how to write song lyrics, sending him some verses that I hoped would be up to his standards.
     He always said that he loved them.
     "I love how your mind works." he'd often tell me, "I wish I could get inside of it.".
     And I'd get flustered to the point that I could barely respond. A cheesy grin plastered across my face as I returned the compliments, blathering on about how his creative genius inspired me.
     It was around April, when he disappeared.
     Not all at once, but-
     The messages started getting shorter.
     We stopped the video calls.
     Telling him about my day got returned with "lol's" or "ok's".
     He never told me what was happening, and I asked many, many times.
     The abrupt change in his behavior snatched my heart from my chest and began to suffocate it.
     I couldn't go back to see him again or confront him face to face through the distance.
     On our last call to each other I asked him, trying not to plead, if anything was wrong.
     If he was mad at me in any way.
     "Is there something I should be mad about?" was the only response I got.
     We didn't speak again after that call, well, I did. I messaged adamently. Trying to throw out every possible thing I could think of. I even threw out things I knew would never be the case, hoping he would get so annoyed that he'd break and tell me whatever the fuck it was that had made him so mad.
     Ever the master of self-control, he never broke.
     Jungkook and I hadn't spoken at all after I left. I figured it was for the best, that we had had the talks we needed to have. That we agreed to not tell Yoongi and to just leave it at that. It was for the best after all, right?
     Telling Yoongi we had kissed would hurt him, and Jungkook and I were not going to be together.
     Telling him would be like throwing acid at him, just to tell him that it was old acid and not to worry about it anymore.
     Two weeks after Yoongi stopped talking to me entirely however, Jungkook started to text me.
     Like it was a completely normal thing to do, like there was no reason why he wouldn't.
     There was a knife that started to twist in my gut as the "what if" game: Emotionally Heartwrenching Edition, began.
     There were a few top contenders for being the most likely.
     Either;
     1.) Jungkook had told Yoongi about what happened, and Yoongi had gotten mad. (Understandably.)
     2.)  One of the guys had let it slip by accident and Yoongi had gotten mad. (Understandably.)
     3.) Lacey had seen Jungkook and I on the dance floor, and had taken her sweet time before telling Yoongi. Maybe waiting until the trust had started to build between us, so that the breaking of it would hurt that much more. (Absolutely not understandable.)
     Jungkook mentioned nothing about it, simply picking up where we had left off, being a devastatingly good sweet talker and annoyingly easy to have conversations with.
     We had been talking for about a week before I brought it up to him. My phone rang seconds after I sent the message. I was sitting in bed, legs criss-crossed and knuckles white from death gripping my blanket.
     He had no idea what had happened, he told me. All he knew was that Yoongi had started hanging out with Lacey again after a shift at the venue. And that when the guy's had asked him about me, he had shrugged them off without saying a word about it.
     He thought we drifted apart naturally, that it was a mutual thing. That it'd be okay to talk to me again since Yoongi and I weren't anymore.
     With that, Option 3 rose to the most likely scenario and I felt sick to my stomach.
     "Oh." was all I could say. And I hated how meek my voice sounded, not wanting to ask Jungkook of all people to find out more for me.
     Jungkook took it upon himself to offer. And I thanked him, my tone falling flat and listless.
     "I swear I didn't tell him what happened baby.", he sounded desperate as he spoke, " If I had known he just dipped on you I would've brought it up sooner. I'll go talk to the guy's, he's at work right now anyways. Hang on a sec, ok?"
I couldn't form words, a small "mhm" pushed out through tightly pressed lips was all I could manage.
After Jungkook hung up, I sat there in a daze. Different scenes of Lacey telling Yoongi at work one night were flashing through my mind. I cut the less realistic ones short, tossed aside the hyper-dramatized and rapid fire edited the imagined versions down to the most probable one.
The idea of anxiety being unrealistic felt laughable. I didn't want to be right. I wished Jungkook had given any other response besides the one he did. I could've accepted that Yoongi spontaneously decided he was sick of and hated me more easily. Because at least it wasn't confirmation of what I feared to be true.
I also didn't want to accept the fault I played into this happening in the first place. No matter what Lacey said, I did kiss Jungkook. A few times. And I did have feelings for Jungkook, they were different than my feelings for Yoongi, but there all the same.
It was easier to be angry at Lacey.
I didn't keep talking to Jungkook, I had chosen to pursue things with Yoongi and Jungkook and I had come to an understanding. Who the hell did she think she was to stir things up that had been laid to rest? Things were moving forward, things were-
Jimin's name and face lit up the screen, the buzzing of the phone call making me jump.
"Hello?" My hands were clumsy and disconnected as I worked to answer.
"Lovely! Oh my god, are you ok? Well- probably not. Ok, hang on-" Jimin's sweet voice was raised, an array of voices jumbling together in the background. "GUYS! I swear to fuckin' god, we can all talk to her. She only has one pair of ears. Here, lemme get you on speaker.".
"MY ANGEL WHAT HAPPENED WITH YOONGI?!" Tae's deep voice blared through the phone so loudly it vibrated in my hand a little.
"Oooh my god shut up, she doesn't know. Hi hi! It's Hobi! We miss you!" Hobi's voice sang through the phone, slightly louder than the rustling sounds of Tae being pushed away.
"Yo! You good? We're all out here on the couch, Tae hung what you painted in the living room. Looks nice!" Namjoon's mellow voice came next.
     Against my will, I felt a smile start tugging across my face.
"Soooo, we're still us. You miss this madness? Lemme trade with you." Jin said with a groan.
"Okay, so I got everyone!" I heard Jungkook pipe up from a distance.
"Hey guys," their comforting chaos made me chuckle, "Miss you all. No trades, wish you were all here with me." I felt myself relaxing as soon as I got the words out.
"Ok, so, here's the deal. I got the scoop." Jimin started.
Stretching out onto my stomach, I laid my head on my arm, using it to press the phone against my ear. "Bless you" I sighed, chewing on my cheek. "Lay it on me please, before I drive myself insane.".
"Well, uh, Lacey saw you and Jungkook dancing and decided to tell Yoongi about it. I don't know what she said exactly, but she went real heavy on the explicit nature of the dancing. Naughty. Anyways, she convinced Yoongi to get drinks with her that night and they've been hanging out ever since." Jimin paused, huffing out air into his phone so loudly that it tickled my ear.
"Uh, yeah so, she's working real hard to try and get together with him. She felt threatened by you apparently, and is pulling this whole "sweetheart" act-"
"THAT NONE OF US ARE BUYING!" Tae interjected, grabbing the phone from Jimin.
There was a pause before any of them spoke next, muffled sounds of fighting over the phone filling the air.
"Look man, you know we don't like Lacey for Yoongi, she's always fucked with his head and we don't see this going well. But like, you know, he's a grown man. We can't tell him what to do." Namjoon was working to sound casual, but sympathy was still clear in his tone.
I didn't say anything and stared at the wall.
"Well, that sucks." was all I could think to say at first. Laughing bitterly to myself, I rolled on my back and let out a grumble.
"I mean, I did dance with Jungkook. I'm pissed she decided to say something literally months after the fact, it just feels sketchy. But, he wouldn't tell me what to do. I'm not gonna try and tell him what to do either." I said it matter of factly. Like I wasn't internally screaming an obscene string of cuss words at Lacey, Yoongi and myself.
"Be pissed girl!" Hobi hollered, "It's not just sketchy to you. We all, well, almost all of us are pissed for you." his words sped up at the end, blurring together before the phone jostled again.
Jungkook's voice was quieter than normal, sweeter than I expected it to be.
"I'm pissed for you too. It's not like I was happy not talking to you but I don't ever wanna see you hurt. I'm pissed at Yoongi for hurting you like this." it felt like he was trying to hold my heart in his hands. Gently. Not wanting to squeeze too tight.
I thanked the guys and bugged them about visiting before hanging up.
There was a ringing in my ears that made everything feel weird underneath me. Like I could feel the Earth turning but I wasn't a concrete part of it.
Jungkook called me back privately, whispering that he had stepped outside and had wanted to check in on me.
The hurt I was feeling had turned into a little devil on my shoulder, poking at every way this was all my fault.
"Baby?" Jungkook's cute little pet name for me suddenly burned.
"Mhm."
"Do you not wanna talk to me anymore? Like, are you too sad about Yoongi?" the worry in his voice sent guilt hurdling into me.
"Of course I do, I'm sorry. This just, caught me off guard. I am sad, I think I'm too thrown off to feel it right now. I don't know, we did more than just dance together y'know." I brought it up scornfully without thinking, immediately fearful that it sounded abrasive.
The smile in Jungkook's voice was poorly disguised in his response, "So, you've been thinking about us kissing?".
The cute behavior was unfair. Any time I was upset, Jungkook had an infuriatingly charming response to get me smiling again.
I wanted to wallow, dammit.
But the thought of kissing him curled my toes and if I had been strong enough, I was sure my phone would've crumbled in my hand.
I mumbled out an embarrassed, "I don't know", making Jungkook snicker before saying he'd thought about it too. Abruptly hanging up as soon as the words were out of his mouth.
There didn't seem to be a way to make it right.
It wasn't like my feelings for Yoongi had gone anywhere. They were sitting along the bottom of my ribcage and slowly gnawing away at me.
Flipping through the consequences and complications of every situation I could imagine, I landed on two options that seemed the most ethical.
Option 1: Talk to Yoongi and apologize. Possibly stop talking to all of them if he couldn't forgive me.
Option 2: Leave Yoongi alone and possibly stop talking to all of them so that I wouldn't become a source of tension for the group.
I couldn't imagine being on bad terms with just one of them, or not talking to just one of them.
I could respect Yoongi's choice and also let him know I was sorry for not telling him. That I didn't think hurting him was okay. I don't know, maybe I wanted to give him an explanation so badly in hopes that he'd understand and forgive me.
More than that though, I wanted to say sorry because I was sorry. And it felt important to say, regardless of what happened afterwards.
Despite that train of thought, it took me a month and a half to work out what to say.
And another month after that to find the courage to send it.
He never responded.
     I didn't stop talking to the others like I thought I'd have to.
And I kept talking to Jungkook.
     Whenever I couldn't sleep, he'd set up his phone so I could watch him play video games until I drifted off. He'd call me at work and ask to be held in my pocket so he could hear how my day went (it was a bad line he'd gotten from Jin, but he wound up liking doing it).
He told me that he'd apologize to Yoongi for suggesting that we don't tell him. A light of appreciation for him glowed through the layers of pain.
     It was so easy with Jungkook.
     I couldn't say when he became a part of my daily life. It was like I woke up one day and couldn't remember how life had ever felt without him.
     My feelings for him were warm, like I was always about to drift to sleep in the sunshine. We grew incredibly protective over each other, both of us having to convince the other to not make impulsive trips when one was sad.
     Anytime either of us found something interesting, we would spend the next week or two both learning about it. Blowing phone's up with fun facts and side topics that we'd come across.
     We weren't just friends. There wasn't any denying that.
     But we never talked about what we were, there was simply an understanding. Natural, simple, that was how it always felt with him.
I didn't hear back from Yoongi for almost a year and a half.
It was midday, on a Tuesday.
I had just gotten out of my last class for the day.
Yoongi called me.
"Uh, hey." his voice sounded strange, excitement helping to keep something else pushed back.
"Hey, it's been so-"
"Hey it's me, do you remember me?" Lacey's voice giggled through the speaker and my spine went rigid.
I had to keep moving, taking loops around school buildings and letting myself get lost. I told Lacey I did remember her and she squealed before saying to Yoongi, "You see? I'm very memorable.". The sound of a kiss squelched into my ear and I gritted my teeth.
Why they hell were they calling me?
"So yeah, uh, anyways, we just found a place near you. Most of the guys will come with us, Jin has to sort out some work stuff before he can join though. So uh, we'll be there in early November. See you then?". He sounded uncertain.
I was turning a corner as he said it and misjudged the distance, smacking a shoulder into concrete.
"Did you just hit something?" the concern in his voice pissed me off.
I felt stubborn for no reason.
"No.", I scoffed, "But I'm excited to see you all again. Thanks for letting me know.". Coldness felt like a necessary strategy. Especially with Lacey on the phone with us.
I didn't feel cold though, I felt like disintegrating.
They were getting a place together.
They were moving here.
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imnotlauriane · 11 months
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I'm sending an ask again because possibly I may have made a mistake when sending the request... so I already apologize!!!
here we go again lmao, how about a poly (Idol) with a very cold mc who refuses to go to the hospital, so they literally need to drag her hahaha
just a cute thing and light to our hearts!
Again hope you are well and healthy, and have a great start to the week! 😘💛
Pairing: Idol! BTS x idol! sick! reader
Themes: light.
This was fun to write 😂😂
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"The next person to tell me that I should go to the hospital today, I'm ignoring until the end of the day" I utter before a coughing fit makes my throat hurt badly, head pounding so much it might as well split open.
What kind of bad timing is this? I can't believe I would catch such a terrible cold just as we're reaching an important part of the schedule. We have to take the pictures for the photocards, not to forget the interviews and then the photoshoot for Marie Claire, I can't fall sick now!
"Please finish my makeup and hair, I need to get through this day, I can't burden the others" I reiterate stubbornly, eyes closed to keep the dizziness at bay. "And if someone could bring me my flannel, I'd be thankful. It's very cold in here".
Unaware that the manager is standing at the door and being made aware of the situation, I snuggle into the warmth that is slid over my shoulders to fight against the chills swarming me, my only wish for today being to get through everything I need to do perfectly.
It's not before at least a dozen minutes that I hear the door open abruptly, and the relieved sighs that resound around me in response have me tensing up, don't tell me...
"Y/N, dear" Jimin's sweet yet somehow scary voice makes me open my eyes with a gulp, and when our eyes meet in the mirror, when I find Taehyung and Hoseok behind him with quirked brows, an unhappy glow in their eyes, I just know.
I'm in trouble.
"I thought we had made ourselves clear this morning. You were not to go to work today, you're sick, baby" Jimin continues at my silence, and I can only purse my lips as I observe their trio walk inside, a subtle cough that ends up trying to rip my lungs apart.
"You're going to get everyone sick if you keep being so stubborn, princess. And I'm getting concerned, your cough seems worse than earlier, let us take you to the hospital, okay?" Taehyung attempts as he rubs my shoulders softly, but I break eye contact with a pout.
"I'll wear a mask as soon as the makeup is done, I'll be careful to not get anyone sick because of me".
"Sunshine... you won't recover if you keep acting this way. Do I need to call Seokjin and Namjoon over?” Hoseok asks with a soft voice that doesn't match the threat he just spoke. Certainly he wouldn't-
"That won't be necessary, we already know about the situation".
Shit.
With Seokjin and Yoongi on the front line, Namjoon and Jungkook behind them with a similarly displeased expression on their faces, running away suddenly becomes my last hope to get out of this. I don't want to go to the hospital!
I use the opportunity of the closer men being distracted by the new arrival to make a run for it, the side door opened in one swing before I dash down the hall, their surprised shouts echoing from the room before the scary really begins.
The seven men have never broken into a run so fast in their entire lives, despair and worry fighting with annoyance because I'm really choosing to make them work for it instead of cooperating, and the elevator closing on my grin ticks Seokjin off in a dangerous kind of way.
"Wait until I catch you, you little monster" he grumbles before taking the stairs with the others using various paths in the hopes of cornering me, they don't care if I'm scared of the hospital, they'll drag me there by force if they have to!
When the elevator reaches my chosen floor, I take a moment to scan the environment before going off in the direction that should lead me to the Bangtan studio, they won't think of going there to find me, I'm sure!
Hiding does break the purpose of my coming to work today since I'm not working like I wanted, but in my defense, it's their fault! Had they left me to my schedule, I would've been back home before them.
With a body that is not in such a good condition, I enter the pin code before opening the door to enter inside the dark room, then make sure to hide in a corner that should keep me safe should they enter this room.
She went into the Bangtan studio, join me there.
Ok.
On my way.
If only I had taken a look at the group chat.
I only hear the beep of the pin code being entered, then the click before it's entirely silent, and holding my breath has never been so hard to do when it keeps making me need to cough, the sweat that makes my skin feel even colder not quite from the nerves, I'm not going to make it through the day at this pace.
Even as feet bump into my own, I keep my gaze locked on the floor, stubborn as ever, and Namjoon sighs deeply before crouching in front of me.
"There are two ways to end this that I see for this situation, baby. The first one is that you come with us willingly, just like I know you can do. The other option is that we both wait here until Seokjin joins us, and he carries you to the car himself. You know how he is when someone is sick, and to have that person be you makes it that much worse for us".
My pout gains in intensity and I keep ignoring him, which seals my fate, something that is now out of my control.
The door opens again and I wince in pain when the light turns on the following second before feet hurry over. Namjoon stands aside with a shake of the head and the next thing I know, I'm flying in the air until I land on a broad shoulder, its arm curling around me to keep me stable.
"Enough playing around now, you little brat. I'm taking you to the hospital and then I'm staying at home with you. You want to act like a child? I'll treat you like a child, we'll see if it's as enjoyable as you seem to think" Seokjin states angrily before heading out of the studio, and when I find the other members following behind in silence, I grumble under my breath.
This feels like a walk of shame, I can't believe everyone's going to see me like this.
"Maybe she'll think twice before disobeying hyung the next time" Jungkook wonders aloud, but to that, Yoongi huffs with a tilt of the chin in my direction.
"Just look at her. I can already tell that she's going to be a piece of work, she doesn't intend to be obedient at all. That's why we try hard to keep her from getting sick, she never listens when it's time to look after her health".
"Oh I'll fix that behaviour, don't worry. She'll be a sweet little pet when you come back home".
I gulp, then cough a little more pitifully than usual, can I not avoid the scolding? Seokjin's scoldings are scary...
"Should've thought about it sooner, baby, now it's too late" Jimin says with a shrug, and I inwardly swear when I'm forced into the van.
Damn it!
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Amalgamation: Part VI - When you meet... Jungkook
Pairing: Min Yoongi x (f) Reader
Chapter tags: developing relationship, meeting the baby bro
Series summary:
Now that you are a permanent fixture in Min Yoongi's life, it's inevitable that you meet the rest of BTS.
Each encounter with the rest of the group becomes a unique thread in the tapestry of life, gradually integrating disparate elements into a harmonious whole and seamlessly weaving into the fabric of your joined world.
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIN YOONGI!!! Ending my creative stump with this last official part of the story. It's relatively short but do not worry, Kookie steals the center stage in the next chapter too (bonus!!!). PS: this is set in 2026/27-ish.
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Masterlist. Previous Chapter. Bonus Chapter.
Also read on: AO3
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You found yourself at a party you'd rather not be attending, hosted by your new co-star, a former idol who was now making his mark in the acting world. Your agent had encouraged you to maintain a good public relationship with him, so you reluctantly put on your best smile and mingled with the unfamiliar faces.
As you made pleasantries with other guests, your eyes met a pair of familiar ones. The surprise was evident on your face. It was Jeon Jungkook, the only member of BTS that you hadn't met in person yet.
Your boyfriend first introduced you to Jungkookwhen the younger man suddenly video-called him when you were hanging out with Yoongi. Since then, Jungkook always popped in to say hi to you whenever you called Yoongi when the guys were together. You’ve followed each other on several social media too, including your Instagram private account.
You offered a polite smile, thinking that he might not recognize you in person or he might not want to engage with you in public, but his face lit up at the sight of you.
With a cheerful grin, Jungkook made his way over, weaving through the crowd until he stood in front of you. "Minseo-noona," he said warmly, referring to you by the character you played in your drama that Yoongi had a cameo in. His enthusiasm was infectious.
"Hi, Jungkook." You smiled warmly at the younger man.
"We finally meet!" Jungkook exclaimed with a bright smile.
"Yeah, it's great to meet you in person, Jungkook! Are you on your own tonight?" you inquired, eyes darting around to try to spot other BTS members.
Jungkook nodded, "Yeah, a friend invited me here. Had I known you'd be here, I'd have asked the others to join." His eyes suddenly lit up with an idea. "Let's take a picture! I'll send it to the group chat."
You agreed, and Jungkook quickly opened his phone's camera. Both of you had matching grins, making the photo infectious with your positivity. He chuckled as the replies began to flood in the group text and turned the phone to show you.
Jungkook: Look who I met at the party. Jungkook sent a picture. Taehyung: Cherie! Seokjin: Oh! _____-ah Hoseok: Hahaha, bet you wished you had come, Yoongi-hyung. Namjoon: Hey, that's awesome! So good to see you, _____. Jimin: Cherie, it's been forever! We should catch up soon. Yoongi: Yeah, I'm not surprised she met Jungkook. He's everywhere.
You couldn't help but laugh at the responses, feeling a mix of affection and amusement. It was nice to see that you were so warmly welcomed by all of them, even in a virtual chat.
Your own phone beeped with a new message from Yoongi.
Yoongi: You look beautiful, my sherry :)
Jungkook grinned, reading the messages on his phone. "Seems like they all miss you."
You chuckled. "Well, I miss them too. We should all hang out together soon."
Jungkook's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. "That would be amazing! I'll make sure to arrange it."
As the night went on, you and Jungkook continued to chat, and you found that you got along quite well. Jungkook was curious about your relationship, especially the details of how you met and started the relationship, whining that his hyung was too shy to share. So you shared some funny and sweet stories about Yoongi, promising that you’d share more details when you meet in a more private setting.
Jungkook was all too happy to share his own stories about his arguably favorite hyung and the rest of BTS too. You’re especially delighted to hear about the earlier days of their career from the youngest member’s perspective. You both had a good laugh as you exchanged tales about Yoongi's quirks and endearing habits.
Jungkook was also intrigued by your choice of drink, so you decided to embark on a mini cocktail adventure together. You don’t normally indulge in alcohol, especially not in public settings, but Jungkook’s enthusiasm was infectious. It might have something to do with those big, sparkly, doe eyes. You’ve heard Yoongi playfully complain that he could never say no to Jungkook, and that night you find out just why.
You both tried out various cocktails, sharing your thoughts and preferences. It turned out to be a fun and memorable evening, and you were pleasantly surprised by how much you enjoyed Jungkook's company. The party that you had initially been reluctant to attend had turned into a delightful and unexpected bonding experience with the youngest member of BTS.
As the night wore on and the cocktails flowed, it was no surprise that both you and Jungkook were more than a little tipsy by the end of the party. Giggles and laughter accompanied your somewhat unsteady journey through the private parking lot. Jungkook kindly offered to drop you off in his company car, and you readily agreed, grateful for the gesture.
However, what you both didn't expect was to find Min Yoongi waiting in his car instead. He sat in the driver seat, a playful expression on his face as he looked at the two of you in mock disappointment. He was clearly amused by the situation, trying hard to hide the hint of a smile on his lips as he said, "Aigoo, my two youngest are turning into drunkards."
The surprise encounter left you and Jungkook in fits of giggles, and you couldn't help but feel a warm, happy buzz not only from the alcohol but also from the presence of the two wonderful men.
As you settled into the car, Jungkook couldn't contain his amusement. "Hyuuuunngggg," he exclaimed with a teasing grin, "You're so cute."
Yoongi frowned, clearly not getting Jungkook's sudden accusation of his character. You, on the other hand, giggled in response, clearly sharing an inside joke with the younger BTS member.
"Aishh," Yoongi groaned in mock exasperation, "Sherry, what did you tell him?"
"Only the truth!" you exclaimed, the alcohol was making you even giddier than usual.
The drive to Jungkook's apartment was filled with your and Jungkook's laughter, and Yoongi couldn't help but be amused by your antics. Jungkook made you promise to have a playdate between Bam and Bagel, citing that it wasn’t fair that you’ve only done so with Yeontan and Taehyung before. Yoongi ushered him to get off at the private lobby, swearing that he wouldn’t share your contact info if the maknae didn’t get out of the car anytime soon. You giggled the pretend pout on the youngest’s lips. He eventually got out of the car and waved as Yoongi drove the two of you away. 
After getting out of Jungkook’s building, you snuggled up to Yoongi's side, as much as the middle panel would allow you to, and hummed in appreciation.
"You smell good, jagiya," you murmured, the alcohol making you more affectionate than usual.
Yoongi raised an eyebrow at the new nickname. You and Yoongi had been calling each other by just your names, although he occasionally called you Sherry – after mistaking it from ‘Cherie’, the name that had stuck with you since your modeling days.
That night, Yoongi discovered a delightful and affectionate side of you that he hadn't seen before. The alcohol had a way of loosening your inhibitions and bringing out a playfulness and warmth that was both endearing and heartwarming. 
You shared your stories with Yoongi, your voice animated and your eyes sparkling with the excitement of a child on Christmas morning. Your happiness of suddenly meeting Jungkook and your account of the alcohol adventure had him grinning from ear to ear. He couldn't resist breaking into laughter at your vivid descriptions, especially when you confirm that no one could ever say no to the golden maknae.
"Jagiya," Yoongi teased, "I never knew you were such a fun drunk. You should consider having a glass or two more often."
You leaned in closer, resting your head on his shoulder and looking up at him with a dreamy smile. "I think it's just you that brings out this side of me, Yoongi."
He glanced down at you with a playful smirk, "Well, aren’t I the best boyfriend ever?"
You giggled and poked his cheek, "You really are. I'm so lucky to have you."
The car ride was filled with these precious moments, and as you both basked in the warmth of your affection and the lightness of the night, Yoongi couldn't help but feel like the luckiest man in the world. He cherished the newfound side of you that the alcohol had revealed, and he couldn't wait to explore more layers of your character as your relationship continued to blossom. The atmosphere in the car was filled with love, and Yoongi was falling for you all over again, if that was even possible.
​​Min Yoongi hadn’t expected another delightful surprise that night.
In an instant, as the door of your apartment closed behind you, a different side of your tipsy self emerged. With a look of desire in your eyes, you pinned Yoongi to the door, your heated gaze devouring him. The sight of him standing there ignited a passionate spark within you, and you couldn't resist the urge to show him just how much you appreciated his care and company that night.
With an intoxicating hunger, you closed the gap between you, capturing his lips in a fervent, longing kiss. It was as if you couldn't contain the affection and desire that had swelled up in your heart throughout the evening. The startled exclamation of your name from Yoongi was quickly silenced by the intensity of your kiss, as you poured your feelings into this single, powerful gesture of love and gratitude.
That night, as the two of you shared a passionate night, Yoongi made two mental notes. First, he realized that seeing you in your affectionate, tipsy state was something he cherished, and he'd have to find more opportunities to get you to drink. Second, he resolved to always be there to take care of you whenever you indulge in alcohol, ensuring that he was by your side to enjoy these endearing moments together.
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Warnings: nightmares, Jimin is finally bettering himself, she keeps overthinking, Yoongi is going through it this chapter hahaha not in a bad way, this is both very sweet but also has sad moments
Wordcount: 7.1k
a/n: we stan a man wanting to do better
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The kitchen is filled with the smell of food. The air dances in the music of Hoseok’s playlist. The latter is currently showing off a dance move to Yoongi, who shows him his support by nodding his head as his arms are crossed in front of his chest.
“Are you getting the peppers soon?” Seokjin calls over his shoulder.
“Yeah, yeah soon. God, I was showing off my moves”, Hoseok whines, stopping his dance, “sorry hyung, it’ll have to wait.”
“Yeah, yeah”, Yoongi dismisses him but overall he looks very content with himself.
“What did you think of it?”
“It looked good”, Yoongi praises him which makes Hoseok show off a huge grin.
“You guys seem to have fun”, you call their attention.
“Oh guys, finally you’re done. The entire house heard you”, Hoseok says.
“What do you mean?”
Hoseok rolls his hips in a sexual way, making weird faces as he does.
“Eh-hey”, he says, wiggling his brows.
“You’re so gross, will you finally get the peppers?” Seokjin hisses.
Hoseok stumbles away with a cackle, soon disappearing in the pantry.
“Did you actually…”
“No. He’s gross and listened in”, Seokjin answers you, studying you from head to toe, “how are you doing, Taehyung?”
“Good thank you for asking. And you?” he says.
“Good, yeah”, Seokjin purses his lips in preparation for what he will say, “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”
“Oh uhm”, Taehyung lowers his gaze shyly, “thank you, that means a lot to me.”
“Mhm yeah”, Seokjin turns back to the stove, stirring the onion with bright red ears.
“I’m happy too”, Emma says, giving Taehyung a sweet smile, “we have to do another dance party soon. I’ll get my Banjo then”, she adds.
“Certainly!” Taehyung nods his head vigorously, “oh, I haven’t played folk in so long, we ought to do it soon.”
“Definitely”, she says, flashing him one last smile before returning to her task of dicing the pumpkin.
Taehyung looks at you with sparkling eyes. Did you see that? He says with that look, we are finally getting along. For the first time in far too many months his eyes carried honest life in them again and you are so happy that they do, hoping that it will never die out again. 
You lean in to peck his cheek, telling him that you were happy with it.
Taehyung inches closer to Seokjin and Emma afterwards, joining their middle.
“Can I help somehow? The food smells amazing already. What are we cooking?” he asks.
“Roasted pumpkin and pepper soup, it’s best for autumn days like today”, Emma tells him.
“Oh, that sounds lovely. You know, we were thinking about having a winter holiday party, perhaps we can cook it then too.”
“A winter holiday party? That sounds so much fun.”
“Definitely. I have already planned everything…”
Their conversation soon fades out into the background.
“Good morning”, you greet Yoongi, “did you sleep well?”
“I didn’t sleep.”
“Why? Are you okay? Did the conversation take so long? Are you okay? How did it go?”
“It went alright. He'll think about himself."
“And he is still alive, right?”
Yoongi scowls at you, “I told you that I wouldn’t kill him, didn’t I? Stop distrusting me.”
“Gosh, no I didn’t mean it like that. Thank you for talking to him.”
“Mhm”, Yoongi nods his head.
“So why did you stay awake all night?”
“I followed a supposed trail to Namjoon.”
“And? How did that go?”
“It lead to nothing”, he says and huffs out air.
“Gosh, that sucks. I’m sure we’ll find him soon”, you assure him.
“I hope”, he murmurs then goes to study your face, “you look…” his eyes flit to your middle then back to your face, “…well rested.”
“I am”, you pull him close to you, kissing his lips that way.
“Mhm”, Yoongi hums in acknowledgement, stepping back as inconspicuously as possible before that could happen. He ignores the confused look you send his way because of it.
Hoseok returns with the peppers.
“So guys, about this morning. I assume we are all goody good again?”
“Jesus christ Hoseok, you’re such a pervert. Can you stop talking about it?” Yoongi hisses.
“I’m just asking. They were really going at it.”
Yoongi frowns, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
“Yeah and apparently forgetting their training”, he murmurs, sending Jungkook a look.
“In my defence”, Jungkook begins, “I was only doing what you told me I could do. And Taehyung took watch.”
“I did”, Taehyung turns, looking proud.
“I know”, Yoongi answers him dryly, studying him from head to toe.
“And? What do you think of it? Did I do well?” he asks, nudging Yoongi’s chest.
“I guess.”
Taehyung grins proudly, “see? I told you, I know a thing or two about control as well. Now you don’t have to be his only teacher anymore, I can help too.”
Yoongi turns his head to the side, tightening the grip he has on his own arms, “mhm.”
“So you listened in too”, Hoseok says, wiggling his brows, “you pervert.”
“Hey, don’t call me a pervert. You did it first”, Yoongi complains.
“Did I?” Hoseok wiggles your brows.
“Whatever, I only did it to make sure Jungkook stayed in control.”
“Mhm sure and it wasn’t because you’re into it.”
Yoongi frowns again, giving Hoseok a little growl and a flash of his fangs.
Hoseok snickers.
“How about we all agree on not listening in on people having sex from now on, yeah?” you say, feeling like getting swallowed by the ground would be way more comfortable.
“I only did it to make sure you’re safe”, Yoongi murmurs, pouting which earns him one of your looks.
“In my defence, I listen in on Seokjin and Emma too”, Hoseok says.
“Yah!” Seokjin exclaims, head snapping up quickly, “what did you just say? Come here you little bastard”, he says, soon chasing Hoseok with a spatula in one hand and a dish towel in the other.
“Hoseok, Seokjin can you two behave?” Emma tells them with fondness in her eyes, “we need those peppers.”
“I’ll cut them”, Yoongi says, snatching them and a cutting board.
“Thank you hun, you are a darling”, Emma says, returning to the soup.
“I want to do something too”, Jungkook says.
“I wanted to bake bread”, Yoongi says, “the recipe’s in my book.”
“On it, bread it is. ___, Tae do you want to help me?”
“Of course!” Taehyung exclaims, hurrying to Jungkook’s side. He back hugs him, swaying their bodies from side to side with his chin resting on his shoulder.
“Just tell me what to do”, you say, staying between Jungkook and Yoongi.
You end up reading the ingredients while Taehyung is the one getting them and Jungkook is stuck with the duty of kneading. Every now and then he giggles when Taehyung decides to nibble on his neck or shoulder, telling the older vampire to stop it whilst never really fighting him off.
Yoongi in the meantime finishes the peppers and brings them to Emma, returning to your side afterwards.
“The dough is – Tae stop biting me – the dough is finished what should I do next?” Jungkook says with Taehyung nuzzled into his neck.
“Maybe start with a little less biting and more kneading?” you tease.
Taehyung lifts his head, grinning boyishly.
“I feel like you want to tell me something, darling”, he says.
“Of course not, you little sweetie just aren’t helpful”, you say, nudging his arm.
“But Kookie smells so good”, Taehyung pouts, resting his cheek on Jungkook’s shoulder, “I want to eat him.”
Jungkook gulps, staring at you and Yoongi with big eyes. His cheeks are rosy.
“Didn’t you do that enough this morning?” Yoongi throws in, eyes sparkling in unsure anticipation if his joke was funny.
Taehyung widens his eyes then snorts very ungracefully.
“Oh dear hyung, did you just joke?” he says.
“Why?” Yoongi crosses his arms in front of his chest.
“Nothing, you are simply hilarious”, Taehyung stumbles away from Jungkook to instead hug Yoongi, getting stopped by Yoongi raising his hand in a stopping motion before he can.
“Okay, don’t overstep your privilege now.”
Taehyung laughs, “come on, just one hug.”
“No, you’re making it weird. Fuck off.” 
“Okay then”, Taehyung says and falls around Yoongi’s neck instead.
Yoongi freezes up, staring at nothing with widened eyes and his arms stretched from his body. 
“What did I just tell you?”
“But I want to”, Taehyung murmurs into Yoongi’s shoulder. 
“Why?”
“Because I want to. You deserve a hug. For helping me last night and for talking to him and for being a great friend. I felt so alone lately, but now I don’t anymore. Thank you, hyung.”
“Uhm. Yeah.”
Yoongi pats Taehyung on the back twice, carrying an awkward look on his face.
“Are you done now?” he asks. 
Taehyung shakes his head, pulling Yoongi closer. 
“What are you doing? Can you”, he huffs out air, “can you not?” 
“But hyung, I love you.”
“Get off of me”, Yoongi says, wiggling in Taehyung’s hold. 
Taehyung snickers, “no.”
“Just piss off”, Yoongi hisses, pushing at Taehyung, “seriously Tae, I’ll break your arms if you don’t let go.”
Taehyung gives Yoongi a tight squeeze.
“No. Leave me alone. I don’t want this”, Yoongi complains, fighting the younger vampire vehemently. 
Not that he ever truly uses his strength. He is just weird about all of this. Weird and nervous like nothing else.
Taehyung giggles and finally steps back, flashing Yoongi a boyish grin.
“You’re so cold-hearted hyung. Do you not love me back?” he says, earning himself a dramatic eye roll, “do you not love me, hyung?”
“You’re so weird sometimes”, Yoongi fixes his shirt, looking to the side in shyness.
Taehyung cackles. Now everything is just how it is supposed to be. Safe for you.
Taehyung forces his arms under your own arms, hugging your middle that way.
“Oh you”, you squeak before giggling loudly, “gosh, you cutie what are you doing?”
“I’m hugging you”, Taehyung smiles brightly, “have I told you today that you are beautiful?”
“Gosh Tae”, you rest against his chest, “you’re flustering me so much.”
“So are you guys all a thing now?” Hoseok asks.
“What do you mean?”
“I just mean, you four”, he gestures between you, “are you all dating? Like a foursome thing?”
“No”, Yoongi says instantly, “we’re not.”
“But you all seem really close.”
“That is because Yoongi doesn’t know what he is talking about”, Taehyung says, “of course we are dating”, he says and tries to take Yoongi into a group hug with you and Jungkook.
“Can you let off?” Yoongi hisses, fleeing instantly, “just because we agreed on getting along, doesn’t mean I wanna date you.”
“Did I say something wrong?”
“Yes, I’m not dating you. Get that out of your head.”
Taehyung grins, “I’ll get you there eventually. I got Kookie too, didn’t I?” he says and nuzzles his nose into Jungkook’s neck.
The latter giggles loudly, “god Tae, you’re tickling me.”
“Tch”, and with that Yoongi turns away, ready to leave.
“Hey hyung, don’t leave”, Hoseok says, holding his wrist, “sorry for asking.”
“It’s fine, you couldn’t have known with all the clingy shit going on”, he assures him.
“God hyung, why are you so grumpy today?” Taehyung asks with a pout.
“I’m not grumpy”, he throws back, “can you give me space?”
“Of course, that’s a given.”
“Thanks. I’m gonna leave now. I need to meet someone.”
“Who are you meeting?” Seokjin asks.
“Just someone important. See you later.”
He leaves the kitchen in big steps.
“Well, that didn’t go as planned”, Hoseok mumbles, “shouldn’t I have asked?”
“I don’t know”, Jungkook says, looking at you just like all the others do.
“What?” you ask them,
“Can you talk to him?” Taehyung asks you, “he listens to you.”
“Y-yeah sure, I’ll talk to him”, you say, hurrying after Yoongi with an irregular pulse.
Deep down you hope that he has already left and you don’t have to talk to him. What if he brings up what happened with Suzy? Maybe that is why he is so pissed off today. Because he is angry that you had fun this morning instead of being sick in guilt. What if he wants to talk about it now? After all, he is the only person who didn’t talk to you about it yet. You have no idea what you should say if he decides to make this day the day.
Yoongi however is still present, putting on his coat. He looks at you through the mirror.
“Do you need something?” he asks.
“No uhm, Tae sent me”, you tell him.
“Ah”, Yoongi looks away, fingers working quickly to close the buttons, “what does he want?”
“He just wanted to know if you are angry at him.”
“A little yeah.”
“Do you want to tell me?”
Yoongi exhales loudly, looking at you again. He shakes his head, walking away from the mirror to put on his boots. He sits down for it.
“Okay uhm. What should I tell him you told me?”
Yoongi lifts his head, “are we in middle school that you have to play messenger? Why can’t he talk to me personally?” he hisses.
“Sorry, you’re right. I’ll tell him that”, you say, turning on your heels.
“No, wait”, Yoongi stops you.
You look over your shoulder.
“Come here”, he says in a soft voice, patting his thigh.
You waddle to him and sit down on it, avoiding eye contact.
“Can you look at me?” he asks, placing his fingers under your chin to turn your head gently.
You do so with heated cheeks.
“I’m not angry at you. You know that, don’t you?” he says softly, caressing your chin.
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Good”, he lets go of your chin, placing his hand on your thigh instead. It feels warm and heavy on your lap, “is there anything else you want to talk about?”
“No!” you exclaim instantly, jumping up from his lap, “there is nothing to talk about. I just came here for Taehyung, you know?”
Yoongi studies your sudden panicked face with his brows knitted in confusion.
“Okay”, he says, looking away to finish closing his boots.
“Okay then. Then that is talked about too, I’ll tell Tae that you want him to talk to you personally and then we have nothing else to talk about.”
“Yes, okay?” Yoongi stands up, studying your face with even more confusion.
“Okay bye, we’ll see each other later.”
“Princess”, he takes your hand gently, preventing you from turning away.
“W-what?”
“Can I not get a kiss at least?” he asks, mind going haywire in sudden insecurity. Why are you literally drowning in the scent of fear? What did he do? He wonders those questions as you stare at him.
You nod your head and lean in for a kiss. Yoongi makes sure that you deepen it with his right hand holding your face and his left hand pressing you close by the small of your back.
“I’ll miss you”, he murmurs between kisses, “I’ll miss you like crazy, princess”, he whispers, sealing his words by kissing you oh so deeply. He breaks the kiss, letting your lower lip slip from between his teeth. It leaves your lips so tender, “you’ll miss me too, won’t you?” he asks as quietly as possible.
“Of course I’ll miss you”, you answer him, stubbing his nose with your own, “please be careful, my love.”
“I’m always careful”, he says and his voice carries a certain lightness to it all of a sudden, “be careful too, my princess. Don’t leave the house without the others, yeah?”
“Yes, okay.”
You open your eyes at the same time as Yoongi. He is blurry from being so close to you, but you can’t quite pull back yet.
“That’s my best girl”, he whispers, caressing your cheekbone before taking a step back.
He puts his gloves on afterwards, eyes locked on your face, “if you need anything just call me.”
“Okay.”
“You know that you can talk to me about anything, right?”
You lower your eyes, nodding your head.
“Good”, he says, slinging his arm around your waist just to pull you into him and kiss your cheek, “so is there something you want to tell me?”
“No uhm, no please just be careful my love.”
“Mhm”, he nudges your cheek with his nose, “I will.”
“Good”, you say, daring to look into his eyes and meeting fondness in them, “see you later.”
“See you later, my princess.”
Yoongi leaves after one careful look at your face. You won’t see him for the rest of the day and you’ll go to sleep alone after taking a way too long shower where your mind wandered to the most traumatic day of your life.
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Lights flicker. The air smells acidic. The walls are red, the carpet on the ground is soaked in blood. The realisation of where you are is instant. You turn and run.
“No please no”, you beg, “wake up ___ wake up, you’re dreaming!” You can hear yourself but you don’t listen. Someone behind you is calling your name. A woman. She is calling you a murderer. Over and over again. You look over your shoulder. She has gotten closer than last night. Her face is still hidden. “Wake up!” you scream, reaching for the door which lies closed before you. “Fucking wake up ___!” you scream, ripping the door open.
Your eyes open. The room is dark. The air smells nothing like the stinging stench of blood. Exhaling shakily, you sit up and turn the lights on. The room appears in front of you, pulling you back to reality just enough to calm down your racing heart. You aren’t sleeping anymore. You are safe again. You are safe.
“I fucking hate this”, you press out, rubbing your own forehead to still the memory of the lasting dream, “I need air.”
You leave the lights on and leave in nothing but your pyjamas and slippers.
You regret your clothing choice once outside. The night is punishing, making you shiver within seconds and yet you don’t mind. Feeling cold means that you can at least feel something other than that awful, awful guilt in your stomach. It sits so heavy in there, reminding you each night why you shouldn’t do things like laugh or joke with the others.
The bench on which you sit down is wet under you, soaking your bottoms until even your skin is soaked. You take this sensation over the burning of blood soaking through your shoes. Each and every single night. Every single fucking night you are walking through too much blood. It’s so exhausting.
“Fuck”, you press out, lowering your head. A shiver runs through your body so aggressively that you physically have to exhale to make it easier to bear.
You are so tired.
A sound beside you makes you lift your head again.
Jimin is sitting next to you. He acknowledges you with a nod of his head, but turns it to look at the view instead.
You turn away too, locking your eyes on the one star you can see on the cloudy sky. It is almost flickering, as if it was fighting for its right on the sky. As if someone was trying to snuff it out while it screamed in order to be acknowledged as important. Flickering, flickering, flickering. Like those lights in your dreams. Endless flickering. You shake off the memory, squeezing the edge of the bench. Jimin doesn’t react.
“Are you just going to sit here?” you ask into the silence.
“Should I do a handstand instead?” he throws back.
You let out a tired chuckle, kicking a little pebble into the nothingness of the night.
“I don’t want to talk.”
“I know, I don’t want to talk either.”
“Okay, good.”
“Good.”
He settles back. You stare at your own feet. Your stomach is so tight in guilt. You hate feeling like this. You would do anything to turn it off. You sneak a glance at Jimin. Turning it all off…
“How does it feel?” you ask him.
“Didn’t you say you didn’t want to talk?”
“Yeah well…” you lower your head.
Jimin sneaks a glance at you then looks away. He thinks that you smell of fear, guilt and tiredness tonight. He wonders why you do, but doesn’t want to ask.
“How does what feel?” he probes.
“Turning off your emotions.”
Jimin is silent, which makes you sneak a glance at him to see if he hadn’t heard you. But he did, staring at you with slight shock in his eyes.
“I keep wondering”, you say.
He breathes out and looks back at the sky.
“Why do you want to know?”
“Because I want to know.”
“I see.”
“So? How does it feel?”
“Like taking a deep breath after being underwater for too long”, he answers you.
“Does it work instantly?”
“Yes, it’s instant. One moment you are hurting so much that you want to scream and kick and claw at something and then you flip it and it’s gone. All of it. All of the pain, the loss, the guilt and heartbreak. It’s as if it never even existed”, he sighs, “and that’s when you finally feel free.”
“And it really helps? You truly feel nothing?”
“Oh no, you still feel. But it’s more that all those things which really hurt, stop affecting you and all those things you enjoy feel like one endless epic acid trip. You’re there, but you’re not really there. There are consequences but they don’t affect you because they can’t hurt you. You know?”
“That must be nice.”
Jimin turns to study your features.
“It’s not”, he says coldly, “because you become an asshole. A cold, heartless asshole and once you wake up? Once you flick that switch? All those moments where you hurt strangers or the people important to you come back to you and then. Ohoho then”, he touches his chest, “then you really want to die. Because nothing hurts more than waking up from a good dream only to realise that you were the nightmare of so many others.”
“But at least you won’t feel like shit.”
“True, except when you do. Tenfolds.”
“I guess.”
“But why are you even asking? You’re human, it’s not like you can choose.”
You stay silent long enough that Jimin finds out that your fingers have been fumbling with the necklace around your neck all this time. The one carrying the vial of Taehyung’s blood.
“No”, he says, “don’t even think about it.”
“Why not? At least I could have an option.”
“An option? Now stop it”, he pulls your hand away, “you’re seriously considering throwing your life away because of what? A bad day? A random sad mood?”
“I killed someone.”
“So? We all did.”
“It hurts”, you barely get out and then your eyes fill with tears.
“I know. Your first kill always hurts the most.”
“I can’t stop thinking about it. When I, I close my eyes I, I see her face right before I killed her. It’s still so clear to me as, as if I was doing it over and over again.”
“It’s terrible isn’t it? You feel nothing in the moment, but feel like fucking shit afterwards.”
“Yes”, you croak, doing the unthinkable of letting out a sob.
Jimin watches you bury your face in your hands and then begin shaking in your sobs.
He pulls a grimace of helpless distaste.
“Don’t cry”, he says.
“I feel so awful. I, I can’t do this. Not even getting killed by you and Namjoon traumatised me as much. I, I had nightmares, but felt fine. But this is consuming me. I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s all I’m thinking about. It’s not leaving me.”
“And it probably won’t for a long time, but it’s only natural to think about it. You killed someone and that shit is awful.”
You sob miserably.
“Hell, most people live their life without ever knowing how it is to kill. But you’re not most people and if you hadn’t done what you did then we’d all be dead. All of us. Tae, me, the others. We’d all be dead.”
You lift your head from your hands to look at him.
“You saved us. What you did wasn’t murder, it was our rescue.”
Jimin scoots closer and gives your arm a soft tap. Just once and then he pulls back again.
“You’ll feel guilty for quite some time. You’ll also think of that bitch’s face for a long time. But I hope you don’t feel ashamed in front of us. Because we don’t see you as someone deserving of shame. We all killed people and what you did?” He shakes his head. “None of us even consider this a killing. You did the right thing.”
You sob.
And Jimin reaches out and taps your arm again.
“Especially Yoongi doesn’t see you differently”, he says and being called out on the one thing which has been hurting you like nothing else feels suffocating. But it feels especially suffocating because it came from Jimin.
You stare at him, “what do you mean?”
“Because Yoongi to you is what Tae’s to me and I know how I felt whenever Namjoon made me kill people in front of him.”
“Oh.”
“And I know Yoongi. He doesn’t see you any differently. Hell. Knowing him, he’s beating himself up about what happened.”
You sniffle.
You look away.
You wonder if what you are witnessing is actually real.
You come to the conclusion that it is and look back at Jimin.
“How do you do it?” you ask him.
“Do what?”
“Live with blood on your hands? How do you do it so you don’t see yourself differently?”
He laughs with pain in his voice, “honey, it’s a little too late to ask me that”, he says but furrows his brows in seriousness when he sees how nervous you look because of it. He takes a deep breath and releases it by exhaling through his nose. “By covering it in more blood?” he is only partially joking but it makes you laugh nonetheless.
Jimin allows a tiny chuckle to slip past his lips as well, giving your arm a soothing pat. “And by pretending that what I did was the right thing? Or that it wasn’t my fault in the first place”, he says, staring at the night with lifeless eyes, “all those massacres? Just because I needed to sustain my body. All the torture? I did because Namjoon wanted me to. My wife?” He lowers his head.“I haven’t found an excuse for that one yet”, he confesses in a whisper.
“It was Namjoon’s fault”, you say.
Jimin turns his head, locking eyes with you. It feels as if this right here is the moment he truly looked into your eyes for the first time. That this right here was the moment where he allowed your connection to be real.
“Tae told me how you got turned. It was Namjoon’s fault.”
“You know my story?”
“Yes, Tae told me. He wanted the world to know the real you.”
“And you listened?”
“Of course I did. It meant a lot to him. You deserved it too. I feel like you were really trying to be better in those last few weeks before your death. “
Jimin pulls his arm away and scoots back. He seems flustered.
“I’m sorry by the way. I tried running as fast as possible, but I couldn’t get there in time”, you tell him.
“Don’t”, Jimin says, “I died for a good cause. Besides, I’m still here am I not?”
You nod your head.
“Do you know how it is?”
“What?”
“Afterlife.”
“Peaceful.”
“So you were there?”
“Mhm-hm for a while. It was a meadow. It was endless and the sun never set. I kept running because I could smell my favourite food in the distance. So I ran and ran and realised that I was so incredibly slow because I was human again. And then I cried and ran faster because I finally understood what happened and it made me so incredibly happy and excited to finally find my peace.”
He exhales shakily.
“I fell then and someone dragged me back. And I screamed and cried and begged those hands to let me go. And the smell became lesser and lesser again until suddenly I saw nothing and felt as if I was being burned alive.”
He lowers his eyes.
“Then I woke up again and looked into Thea’s face and I knew that I was back on earth again”, he whispers, carrying heartbreak in his voice.
“I’m sorry, this must have been awful.”
“It was.”
“But you have Tae back.”
“Yes”, Jimin smiles honestly, “I have him back.”
“I’m happy that you do, because Taehyung is happy when you’re with him.”
Jimin sneaks a glance your way. For just a second he seems honest in his emotions. Gratefulness and maybe just the slightest bit of fondness. But then he flusters and the honesty disappears.
“When you’re not being a complete and utter manipulative asshole that is”, you add, “you were being a really shitty person when you told Tae that I was the one forcing you to bite me.”
“I know”, Jimin says, lowering his eyes, “I’m sorry. I was scared that he’ll hate me otherwise.”
“Yeah well, if you keep being a dick to anyone he cares about, maybe one day he will.”
Jimin snorts, lifting his brows in agreement, “I heard this quite a lot those past few days.”
“Yeah ‘cause it’s true. I know you have good in you. All those great stories Tae told me about you are proof enough.”
“Tae’s a dreamer.”
“So why did you sit with me right now and listen to me be sad?”
“You’re sitting on my thinking bench”, he answers you, making you snort.
“I don’t think that’s it. I think you actually want to be good, but don’t know how to start.”
“You sound like Yoongi”, Jimin murmurs, looking to the side with a tense jaw.
“I mean, at least now you know that two people think that way.”
Jimin shakes his head.
You study his face long enough that he sends you a look. 
“What?” he asks, lifting his brows in a challenge. 
“I just don’t know what to make of you.”
“The fuck do you mean by that?”
“You’re acting like a dick most of the time and yet somehow I never really...I don’t know, you’re not a dick to me.”
He scoffs, “and why should I be?”
“I don’t know. Maybe because you’re a dick to everyone?”
“That’s not true. I’m just a dick to people who deserve it.”
“Yeah? Like Yoongi?” you ask in a scoff. 
“We talked about that shit. You don’t gotta dwell on it anymore”, he hisses.
“You did?”
“Yeah.”
“That explains why you seem chill tonight.”
“I guess.”
He looks away and seems embarrassed by the conversation.
“I still gotta ask though. Why were you never mean to me? Except the one time you lied about the club, but even there you listened once I sat you down. Why do you even listen to me in the first place?”
“I don’t know what you want me to say. I’m not a total dick all the time you know?” he says and clicks his tongue.
“I like you when you aren’t. You know?”
“Ew, please don’t.”
“Mean.”
“Sorry.” 
“Was that an apology?”
“No? The fuck’s you on about?”
You scoff and chuckle.
“You’re so weird sometimes.”
“You’re weird.”
You laugh and to your surprise, Jimin lets out a little chuckle as well. 
You and he exchange a look. 
“Why is it so hard for you to be good all the time and not just sometimes?”
“It’s not hard, I’m just not a good person.”
“Didn’t you just say that you aren’t a dick all the time?”
“Not being a dick all the time and being a good person isn’t the same thing.”
“I guess”, you nudge his arm, “so why can’t you be good? Is it because of Namjoon?”
He turns his head quickly, looking at you with widened eyes.
“Why are you always asking me that?” he hisses.
“Because I want to know.”
Jimin grinds his teeth, lowering his eyes in anger.
“So what if it is because of him?” he spits, “what good does it to you to know that it’s because of him? It won’t change the fact that I’m still an asshole.”
You study his features long enough that Jimin feels the need to turn his head away again, shifting in embarrassment.
“Your days are going to be peaceful from now on”, you whisper.
Jimin glances at you with disbelief deep in his eyes.
“I’m positive that they will be.”
“Tzt.”
You look at Jimin. He is picking at the skin on his fingers, staring at the ground with fearful eyes. Perhaps he is wondering when those days will end again. Like they always did in the past when he thought himself safe only to be reminded that chaos exists. Taehyung told you about those days. There was a farm, apple trees and a woman named Ava, who sometimes loved to dress up as a man. And that chaos came after one year of tranquillity and that they lost everything again. There were many stories like that. Many stories that felt like hope, but ended in chaos. You think that Jimin feels just like this right now. That he wonders when those days of hope will be shattered by the cruel hands of chaos again.
“Should we hug each other?” you ask quietly.
Jimin turns his head to you, “what kind of request is that?”
You shrug your shoulders, “I don’t know. I just figured that maybe we both need a hug tonight.”
He falters, punching his own palm repeatedly as his eyes run over your features. Then he exhales, straightening up. He scoots closer, placing his arms around you in complete silence. You wrap your arms around him as well, resting your chin on his shoulder.
He shudders in an almost angry exhale. His face falls against your neck, lips brushing against your skin in the process.
You bury your hand in his hair, making sure he stays close, “now let’s stay like this for a bit.”
Jimin doesn’t have his eyes closed because quite frankly he would hate himself if he gave in to his urges. He looks outside at the endless night and the painting of light and shadow the moon cast onto the earth. He doesn’t like the hug while at the same time hoping that it would never end. Namjoon took everything from him. He thinks of it. His life, his people, his lovers, his bond with Taehyung, his carelessness, his restful nights and his feelings. Namjoon ruined him. There is no person in his life who hurt him as much as he did.
Jimin closes his arms around your waist as tightly as possible.
There is no night where he doesn’t have trouble falling asleep, let alone sleep longer than an hour for nightmares of all the torture he was put through pull him awake again. Jimin hasn’t slept well ever since he was turned and he is so exhausted.
So, so exhausted.
He closes his eyes for he felt so terribly tired. He closes his eyes and lets those shadows on the ground disappear from his vision.
You thought that you wouldn’t enjoy the hug but you do. He feels good. His arms are strong but his hands are gentle and there is something in the way he holds you that lets you know that he understands way more than he may tell you. You can’t explain why, but it feels good to be understood by Jimin. The others may have killed a few people, but Jimin actually enjoyed it at times. So to be understood by him feels comforting. He, who wants to be better, tells you that you, who did something so awful, can be forgiven too. The thought comforts you greatly.
And so you close your eyes, pulling him closer until you have his scent in your nose. Orange blossoms. Just like Taehyung told you all those months ago.
“Thank you”, you whisper.
“For what?” 
“The hug.”
“I’ll kill you if you tell anyone about this”, he murmurs.
“Don’t worry”, you let out a little scoff, “I’m not telling anyone. Idiot, just accept the hug.”
“Hah”, Jimin lets out a deep breath, “fuck, now you made it weird.”
He breaks away from you, putting distance between you and him while his eyes are looking to the side in embarrassment. He touches the side of his neck.
“You uhm”, he clears his throat, “you don’t stink.”
“Thank you?” you have to chuckle, “what a sweet compliment.”
“God, shut up”, he groans, “you’re so annoying.”
And with that he stands up, stomping off in an almost childish manner. You snicker to yourself. Poor boy, he is so obviously flustered. It is almost adorable.
You follow him.
“What?” he hisses, looking at you through the corners of his eyes.
“Nothing, I’m just walking.”
“Yeah? Do you have to walk next to me?”
“Oh come on, Jimin. Our titties just touched in a deep hug, stop being so stuck up.”
“Hah!” he rolls his eyes, “you’re stuck up”, he murmurs, making you grin.
Childish baby.
Soon you arrive by your door. He is avoiding eye contact at all cost.
“You uhm”, he says, reaches out to tap your shoulder only to pull back before he can touch you, “sleep tight.”
“You too.”
“Sure.”
Jimin turns and struts down the hallway.
“Jimin?”
He stops, looks over his shoulder.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you for listening to me. I really needed it tonight.”
“Sure, uhm..thanks too”, he says and turns.
You sneak back into your room afterwards, closing the door on the world. You won’t be plagued by another nightmare that night.
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Jimin stops when he is in front of Taehyung’s room. He touches the doorknob, hesitating to turn it. In the end he does.
“___?” Taehyung’s voice is small and weak in sleep. 
“She’s not here.”
“Jimin? You are back? I, I thought you left”, Taehyung sits up and locks eyes with Jimin. Despite the darkness surrounding them, they can see each other clearly. The darkness never bothered them anyways.
“No, I’m back. I just left to think for a while.”
“I see. What are you doing here?” Taehyung asks, “are you here for sex? Please just give me a moment to find my strength.”
Jimin feels a twinge of guilt in his chest for he finally sees his own faults. He really treated Taehyung as nothing more than his willing sexdoll, didn’t he?
“I’m not here for sex. I was wondering if I could sleep here with you tonight”, he answers him, watching how Taehyung is struggling for words.
“S-sure”, he stutters out in the end, pulling the blanket to his chest in nervousness.
Jimin rids himself of his clothes until only his briefs are covering him. Taehyung looks at his bared body then at his face. There was unsure curiosity in his eyes, but also fear.
Jimin can see it so clearly now and it hurts him because he sees so much of himself in Taehyung’s eyes. Oh it hurts even more because while Namjoon never promised Jimin love, he did. He promised Taehyung love and yet Taehyung still looks at him with the same fear Jimin felt when Namjoon would undress in front of him.
“Open the blanket”, Jimin says, “you are not hogging all of it.”
Taehyung does so willingly but with nervousness in his scent.
Jimin lies down on the right side of Taehyung’s pillow and after a second of hesitation Taehyung places his head on its left side. He is gawking at him with his balled fists pressed to his chest.
Jimin reaches out and cups Taehyung’s cheek, aching when this makes the latter flinch.
“Can you remember the last time we fell asleep together naked?” he asks him.
“No”, Taehyung whispers.
“I can. It was after the hunt we went on and we shared a bath and drank wine and talked about the play you were planning on writing”, Jimin caresses Taehyung’s cheek, “and then we talked in bed for hours without bothering to get dressed. We talked until we fell asleep.”
“You remember?” Taehyung whispers.
Jimin nods his head, “the twenty ninth of December 1765, it snowed so much the next day and you insisted on staying in bed. It was your birthday that day and I gave you new paints. Remember?”
Taehyung opens his balled fists, placing his relaxed hands on the pillow between their faces. He nods his head with his lower lip trembling sadly.
“I think of those days a lot. Sometimes when Namjoon hurt me, I turned my consciousness off and lost myself in the memory of them. I didn’t mind the pain then”, Jimin confesses, “they’re the only detailed memories I have. Next to the one of our days on the farm.”
“Why are you telling me all of this?” Taehyung’s voice is barely audible.
“Because”, Jimin scoots closer, making Taehyung’s breath hitch, “I have never loved someone as deeply as I love you, Taehyung”, he says in a language the two vampires haven’t spoken in centuries. Jimin thought that he had already forgotten it, but he was wrong. It came so easy to him now that he can talk to Taehyung.
“Oh”, Taehyung gets out and sobs. He trembles as he sobs, contorting his face into a grimace of painful relief.
Jimin pulls him close, kissing his forehead before letting him hide his face in his chest.
“I love you too, Jimin”, Taehyung answers him in their mother language. He sobs afterwards. He sobs and sobs and sobs.
And Jimin pulls him as close as possible. He feels guilty for Taehyung should have never been pushed so low that confessions of love make him cry so miserably. But he also feels happy for he realises that hugging Taehyung feels like paradise.
He feels his own tears roll down his cheeks just seconds later. He realised that you were right. He is safe from Namjoon and he can finally be tender to Taehyung. He felt like crying in relief afterwards and so he did and Taehyung kissed him and held him and cried with him until they fell asleep in each others’ arms.
Jimin has no trouble falling asleep. He holds Taehyung and Taehyung holds him and all those demons lurking in the shadows can’t hurt him anymore.
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I think it’s safe to say Jimin looks the best with shaved head
It's the pretty face. He can't help it, he was born with it, hahaha. Jungkook is cute as well because he looks really round and soft around the edges. Maybe they won't wear any hats tomorrow so we can see them side by side. That will be a sight to see 🫠
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chimchimmarie · 1 year
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POV: That one time Jimin almost killed Jungkook.
While you and Jimin were checking up on each other via facetime, Jungkook had other plans.
“Jugeullae” - 죽을래 means “do you want to die?” (It is usually used between friends like when someone plays a prank on you)
Jimin had been busy with all the promotions for the upcoming release of their new album. It was that time yet again. The band’s schedule was packed and they barely even had time to rest in between the late night shootings, recordings and dance practice.
Jimin could only thank the universe that he had been blessed with a girlfriend like you who was beyond understanding of all the chaos that came along with having him as your boyfriend.
You were never the clingy type and you’ve always let him do what he had to do as Jimin- member of BTS.
You have come to accept early on that at the end of the day, beyond all the glitz and the glamour, and no matter how busy he would be, he’ll always be Jimin- your doting boyfriend.
It was almost past midnight on a Friday. You were enjoying your nightly Netflix binge, when the face of your handsome boyfriend flashed on your phone screen signaling he wanted to facetime.
You were too excited to finally have the time to see him after days of not being with him, you answer the call without even bothering to pause the now soon to be forgotten episode of “Friends”.
Jimin: “Hi Baby.. i miss youuu—”
You didn’t even have the chance to say a proper “hello” when the phone was suddenly snatched from your boyfriend and all you were able to hear were the loud hollers from whoever was running away with his phone.
You could only standby and watch as the screen went dark and you hear a scuffle. And more teasing erupted from the background. Apparently, the boys were all together. Probably sharing a drink or two at the dorms.
**yaaah!!! Jugeullae!!?? Give it back!!! Yah!!!** ,
You hear Jimin’s slightly muffled shouts in the background. Probably running after the culprit.
**hahaha!! Come and get it!! Babieee~~(kissing sounds)**
You: “Babe? Hello??.. what’s happening? Guys??”
**hey! Is that y/n?!**
**y/niieee!!! I miss you!! Y/nnnn-yah~~**
**hahaha Y/niiee, tell your boyfriend to not kill our Jungkookie.”
**Yah! Yah!! Hajimaaaa!!! Hajimaaa!!! Aisssshhh!!!**
**hey, both of you, STOB IT!”
**Jeon Jungkook!!! You little shit!! I’m going to strangle you!!**
You: “Baby!? What’s going on?… Chim??”
A bit of silence and muffled voices, then Jungkook appears on the screen.
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Jungkook: “Yah, noona! Why are you not here, hmm? You should be drinking with us you know. I miss you already!”
You: “Kookie!! Of course, I miss you too!”
Jungkook: “hahaha, JIMIN hyung!!! Do you hear that? Your girl misses ME. Not you!”
You: “hey!! I didn’t say that!!”
Jungkook: “He’s coming, he’s coming!! Hahaha! Jimin hyung is going crazy without you here, noona!”
**yah!! Give it now. While i’m still being nice. Give it back now!**
You hear Jimin panting in the background, annoyance laced thickly in his warning. Jungkook is really asking for some good old beating.
But then he switches the camera to coo at Jimin’s face.
Jungkook: “Noona, Just look at him..”
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You: “Aww baby, how are you this cute??! Kookie, can you let me say hi to my boyfriend now!!? I miss my mochi.”
Hearing your doting words had Jimin melt into a puddle of slush. And Jungkook got away with a handful of smacks at the back of his head.
Check out my masterlist for more Jimin x y/n! 🐣
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effielumiere · 9 months
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The Companion 10
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Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader
Genre: Romance, Idol AU, Drama, Comedy, Angst, Soulmate AU (Began in chapter 5), Slow burn (ended)
Chapter Warning(s): Teenager Jimin and MC. Angst if you squint. Fluff. Bed? Bed. Cuddles? Cuddles. Mentions of a car accident (the MC). EDITED! (woah)
Legend: English / Korean
POV: 3rd Person
Wordcount: 4.4k
A/N: HELLO WORLD! lol (flashback to Bon Voyage, anyone? hahaha) I’ve returned with the Part One finale of The Companion trilogy! Please do read the Author’s Note at the end to know more about the future plans of this series. 
<nine | masterlist | Part two: The Dreamstate Memories >
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Y/n woke up with the sun peering through the blinds and the feeling of fingertips lightly running through her scalp and hair. Groggily tilting her head up, the fingertips stopped with its motion and she was met with the slightly swollen eyes of Jimin. His milk chocolate brown eyes staring at her. Was she still in the Dreamstate? She wondered as she abruptly sat on the bed. The room was small telling her that she was very much awake and not in the Dreamstate. 
"Good morning," Jimin croaked. He sits up too and stretches his arms, joints popping loudly as he did. As he cracked his neck to relieve himself, Y/n stared at his features. It wasn't that she wanted to, but it was as if her mind was telling her that it was familiar. Like she's seen it countless times even though it was the first time she's ever witnessed the sight.
Jimin stared back at her after rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He mirrored her, staring at all his features once more as he did while she was sleeping. 
"You look like you had a good sleep," he remarked with a soft smile
"I guess you can say that," she says as she snapped out of her reverie "I'm hungry"
"Yoongi hyung or Jin hyung are probably already in the main house," he says, pulling out his phone from under the pillow to check the time. "It's almost noon," he informs her and she nods.
"Let me change, then let's go to the main house," Jimin nods back at her as she slowly rises from the bed to walk out of the door heading to the washroom.
Jimin falls back on the bed, arms wide open with a wide grin on his face.
'Almost,' he thinks to himself, 'Almost there, Jimin. Just a little more,'
As Jimin laid on the bed, he listened to the sound of Y/n grabbing her things as she headed to the bathroom to shower. Sitting up, he took the collar of his shirt from his back not knowing that Y/N came back to the room, already done washing up. She stood in the doorway staring at Jimin's shirtless figure, eyes landing on his collar bone down to his chest and the 'NEVERMIND' tattoo on his side, down the soft skin of  his stomach and before she could go any further, Jimin felt her presence as he reached for one of his clean shirts that was folded on a nearby chair. 
"Come on," Jimin stood in front of her with  his palm facing up for her to take. Y/n stared at his hand, her mouth agape in shock, whereas Jimin did it on purpose. Trying to test if she was going to break the rules he laid out, but Y/n slid her hand in his without another word and they walked to the main house together for lunch.
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Y/n watched from the front porch of the main house as the seven men played foot volleyball in the rain. Part of her was worried for all seven of them, mainly Jimin. She didn't want him to catch a cold especially with the virus and the pandemic happening.  As the game ended, the three youngest members stayed behind throwing the ball to the basketball hoop  with one hand.
"This can't be good," She muttered to herself as she watched them take turns. To her surprise, Jimin was the first to score and was slowly headed off. Taehyung scored not long after and just as they were walking away Jungkook got to shoot  the ball in the hoop, but judging by the sound of JImin's laughter and Taehyung's deep voice yelling at Jungkook from the pool area she knew that they were telling him to do it again because their backs were turned. Jimin was sitting on the pool deck when he turned towards his best friend and said "She remembers me when she wakes up,"
"What makes you say that?" Taehyung asks
"She has that look in her face, asif she wants to ask me so many questions but she gets this realization that she's awake and not in the Dreamstate. Looks like the myth is true,"
"What are you gonna do then?" Taehyung asks "We're going to be busy with preparing the Permission to dance promotion and the concerts, if we get the chance. You won't have a lot of time. Not to mention the enlistment,"
"I'll have to be flexible with the time I have left," he sighs "Tell the others what I've told you so they wouldn't think we're being weird. I'll tell her after the tour ends. I can't make her wait for too long, she'll wonder why I'm stalling and eventually, she'll run out of patience and questions. And when she does, I'm gonna be lost for words,"
"It's your choice, man," Taehyung puts a hand on his friend's shoulder to comfort him "just remember; be slow, but not too slow nor too fast. Pacing is the key. Also, we all think it's about time you call her parents in case shit hits the fan,"
"I'll think about it," he nods just in time to witness Jungkook really shoot the ball into the hoop.
As they make their way back to their rooms to wash up, Jimin finds Y/n on the sofa reading a book.
"Hyung said they're preparing dinner and that we should head there in a bit,"
Y/n looks up from the book to see him drenched, more drenched than his state an hour ago she was watching. The way he looked reminded her of something she swore she's seen somewhere before, but instead of overthinking she nods her head and tries her best to take her eyes away from Jimin's body, which was losing more and more clothing as he reached the bathroom.
'Good God, have mercy on me'  she muttered a tiny prayer, hoping Jimin didn't hear her.
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''How do you plan on telling her that you're soulmates?'' Hoseok asks Jimin as they watch the beef carousel.
''I'm still thinking about it,'' he says as they flip the beef ''I plan on telling her after the LA tour, but specifically... I'm not sure. Should I be preparing dinner at home or  should we just go out and eat. Either way, if she rejects me it's almost as if she doesn't want anything to do with me anymore,''
''Did Taehyung tell you about our suggestion?'' Hobi asked
''To call her parents?'' Jimin sighed as he looked at the  glass wall separating them, she was in the gameroom with Taehyung so it was safe to talk about her ''Yeah, I will on our last night at the house where I scared you. I might ask Namjoon hyung for help,''
Hobi nods, wishing he was fluent in English so he could help out his little brother.
''How do you think she's going to react to it?'' Jimin asks after a beat.
''Aren't you the only one who knows the answer to that, Jimin-ah?'' Hobi chuckles ''You've spent more time with her than you did with us,''
''But she lost her memories, hyung,''  he reasoned. ''How am I supposed to tell someone what's changed because of an accident?!'
''What have you been doing for the last few months then huh?''  Hoseok asks as he takes the cooked meat off of  the grill and onto a plate he was holding.
''You've had her by your side for the past few months and you didn't even try to get to know her; is she different now compared to the one you grew up with in the Dreamstate? You're trying to tell me you've  been wasting time?''
''I haven't been wasting time,' he sighs. 'It's just hard to understand her. Her mood swings are crazy. This vacation is the only time that I've seen her true personality,''
''That's probably because you've been closer to each other or maybe because you finally made your presence known in the Dreamstate,''
''Maybe,''Jimin shrugged taking out another grilled beef
''Try to think of another way of telling her you're soulmates,'' Hobi suggested. ''Not dinner, definitely not breakfast. That's gonna be a recipe for disaster to ruin her day the very second she opens her eyes. And don't just do sweet things to her in the Dreamstate, do them in reality too. It's your most powerful weapon.''
''What is?'' Jimin asked in confusion
Hobi turned to him with a cute expression and pinched Jimin's cheek ''You're cuteness and your appeal. ARMYs didn't call it the Jimin Effect for nothing.''
''Hey!'' Jimin exclaimed as Hobi went back in the dining room and kitchen of the main house giggling as he carried the second plate.
During dinner, Y/n looked at the man that sat in front of her and his chopsticks retreating to his bowl to feed himself. Jimin put two slices of beef tenderloin from his bowl to hers after he saw that she already had all of her beef. He took four slices for himself but he couldn't stand to see the love of his life control herself around the seven of them, especially around food, that was the last thing he wanted to witness.
Y/n felt shy knowing very well that they all witnessed Jimin's actions, in return Y/n put the tiny Gat Kimchi she had rolled into a small circle and put it on Jimin's spoon just as he was about to take a bite. Jimin mirrored her reaction from earlier; wide eyes, mouth agape and spoon hanging halfway between the bowl and his mouth.
"Thanks,"he says
"Mhmm," she nods "Thanks too," Jimin smiles at his bowl during the little interaction. He wasn't able to help himself. Y/n has done it a million times before in the Dreamstate, it was something that made him warm all over. His soulmate's love and care, but she doesn't know that she's done it before. She just wanted to return the kindness he gave her. The other members watched the exchange in their peripheral vision, but didn't make a comment about it and instead continued eating. 
Right before bedtime, Jimin spotted Taehyung, Jin and Hobi playing with fireworks and felt left out. 
"Come on," Hobi says, not giving up on the younger man "Let's go!"
"Hold on, lemme go get Y/n"
"Isn't she afraid of fireworks?" Hobi asks 
"As far as I know she isn't," he turns back to Hobi before running to their room. Once he reached her, he found Y/n sitting on the edge of the bed brushing her damp hair wearing a pair of shorts and his oversized t-shirt.
"I ran out of clothes," she states "I hope you don't mind," 
"It's fine," Jimin's voice cracked, clearing his throat as he holds out his hand to her. 
"You're doing that a lot often lately," she points out after staring at his hand then back at his face.
"What?" He questions 
"The hand thing, as if you're asking me to take your hand and dance with you" 
"It's a habit, I guess," he chuckles nervously "Let's go,"
The night before they went back to Seoul:
Before Y/n was asked by all the members to stay  away from the kitchen, Jimin took it as an opportunity to ask her to walk around the property, with their security hovering nearby of course.
“Are you enjoying your stay so far?” Jimin asks as he directs the flashlight on the path they were walking on. Y/n noticed that it was headed towards the back of the estate closer to where the woods were.
“I am, I’ve never been to an area surrounded by nature before,” she says with a smile. Y/n’s Hangul was getting better the more time she spent with the members and the staff. Especially their translators who helped a lot during their free time. Jimin on the other hand was trying  his very best to fight the burnout from studying especially since he and Taehyung just finished taking their Master’s. 
“Where are we headed?” Y/n quizzed, testing Jimin. He smiled then pointed his flashlight at the house near the trees.
“There” he says before switching to satoori “I saw it yesterday and got curious,”
“So you decided to take me instead of Jungkook?” 
“The kid’s too busy with his pup. So are the other members,”
“Why do I feel like you’re about to start a ritual in an abandoned house and use me as your sacrifice?” Jimin stared at her, completely lost with what she said. He chuckled “What?” 
“You!” she said, pouting “You’re gonna kill me there.” Jimin was in stitches as she explained  her imagination to  him.
“Why are you suddenly getting that idea?” he started once he finally got the chance to catch his breath ���Why in the world would I kill you?” Y/n just stared at him and waited until he realized she was scared.
“Are you scared?” he finally asks with a soft smile on his lips
“Dude, there could be ghosts there!”
“Aish,” he stopped himself from cursing “Ghosts don’t exist, jagiya. And even if they did, I’m right here! I’ll save you!
Come on,” he lightly pulled on her arm to her if she’d budge, but she was frozen in place. Scratching the back of his head he threads his fingers into hers and holds her hand as tight as he could without hurting her “I promise I won’t let go of you, and I promise that I’m not going to leave you or scare you, that’s what did to Hobi hyung,” Y/n stared at him in disbelief.
“Why would you do that to him?” she asks “You know know he gets scared and startled easily,”
“It’s been a while since I pulled a prank on one of them, Hobi hyung was just the perfect target,” he smiles, tugging her hand gently towards him as he slowly makes steps towards the house, “Come on, I won’t bite,”
“But it’s too dark,” she complained “Can’t we do this in the morning?”
“We can’t because it might rain again tomorrow,” he wraps his other hand around the one that was already holding her hand, with the lanyard of the flashlight around his wrist making the flashlight illuminate the ground by their feet. “I promise I’ll protect you, you don’t have to be afraid. We both have flashlights, the security team is with us and they have flashlights too. You’re safe here with me,” he whispers as his free hand holds the side of her face, thumb and index finger lightly pinching and playfully tugging on her earlobe. She doesn’t remember if Jimin has ever made a promise to her since her move to Seoul, but one thing was for sure, she trusted him wholeheartedly and with that she slowly nodded her head and let Jimin lead the way as they walked up the hill behind the estate.
Walking through the door of the abandoned house, Jimin touches the wall beside the door  flipping on a switch that lit up the living room area of  the house.
“It’s not renovated,” Y/n pointed out to which Jimin nodded “Why is there electricity?”
“I asked the director and producers about it,” he says as they look around the outdated house that seemed to be still stuck in the early 2000s “They said that it didn’t sound like a good idea to put us in houses that were too far away from each other like how it was for In the Soop Season 1. So they left this house behind after they calculated that with the number of staff joining the three houses and the rooms behind the main house were enough.
As for the electricity,” he sighs “Hybe paid for the electricity of all houses in the land, including this one. But we left it off for Hyung,” Y/n shook her head, chuckling as she pitied poor Hoseok. No wonder he looked traumatized that morning. 
“So, why did you take me here?” 
“Because I wanted to share this moment with you before we go back home,” he says with sincerity. Y/n looked up to find Jimin staring at her. His eyes held so much emotion but the only emotions that she could read were honesty and hope
“Why though?”
“Why not?” he countered. “I could pick anyone, but I chose you and you chose me. You trust me,” his voice trailed off as he said the end of his sentence hoping she didn’t hear it, but with the short distance between them, she heard every single word.
“I do,” she agreed “I don’t know why, but I do and it has nothing to do with the fact that you’re Park Jimin of BTS or because I like you,”
“So you do like me,” he tried fighting off a smile by biting his lip
“What?” Her eyes widen in confusion, shock and denial all at the same time.
“You just said you like me,” Jimin couldn’t help himself at this point, one would call him cocky, but he couldn’t contain his pure joy.
“No, I didn’t,” she scoffed, denying her outburst. 
“Yes, you did,”
“I did not!”
Jimin abruptly pulled on the hoody she was wearing, pulling her body closer to him resulting in Y/n effectively shutting up.  “Yes, you did,” Jimin took the opportunity (and completely lost all sense of self control) to kiss both her cheeks and the tip of her nose as gently as he could with every word he said. Y/n was frozen in her place, not expecting to receive such action from Jimin who not only was her boss, but also the man she was a companion to. 
“Am I dreaming?” she asked in a whisper. Jimin knew why she asked that, and it made his heart twitch knowing that she thought it was a dream because Jimin from the Dreamstate is the only one who would have the courage to make such moves. But that didn’t make him move away from her “No, you’re not,” he whispered back before letting her go.
“I should head back,” she says, closing her eyes as if she was attempting to wake herself  up to make sure she really wasn’t dreaming. Y/n and Jimin reluctantly let go of each other’s hands. He offered to walk her back, but she declined the offer. In return, he asked one of the men who were keeping an eye on them to walk her back as he had a plan in mind and it wasn’t connected to Hobi’s prank.
“Mom? Dad?” Jimin says on the phone “Good evening, or is it morning there?” he  smiles as they open their camera for the video call.
“Hi, Jimin,”  her parents greeted him in return. “Long time no talk,” Jimin nods, smiling kindly at the couple.
“Is our Y/n doing  okay there, Jimin,” Y/n's mother asks
“She’s okay,” he reassures them “But, I have a question for the two of you,” he says hesitantly, unsure of where it was going to take him.
“Oh, what’s that?” the father asks as Namjoon takes a seat beside him on the bottom of the staircase. Her parents weren't surprised to see staff or Namjoon with Jimin whenever he called them. Jimin has tried to learn English with so much effort for the past two years but only ever felt confident in speaking the vernacular whenever he was with his closest friends and family. Y/n's family counted as family and they didn't judge him but applauded him for his effort.
“Can I…” he started over “Can I tell her? About us?” Namjoon nodded as he put a hand on Jimin's shoulder as if to comfort her and let him know he was doing well which helped a lot with his nerves.
“In real life or in the Dreamstate?” the father questions “You do realize that we haven’t told her anything because we were waiting for you to tell her,” 
Jimin stared at Y/n parents though his phone screen as he felt a rush of relief rush through his veins.  His vision blurred as tears surfaced; tears he’s been stopping for so long.
“Jimin,”  Y/n father started “You promised us that you’ll take full responsibility for our daughter and keep her happy. We thought the reason you hired her was because you were finally going to tell her everything, but she hasn’t told us anything yet.”
“We’re just waiting for you, Jimin,” Y/n mother smiles as Jimin wiped away his tears “Her memories are your memories too, and you know her better than we do. You’re the only one who can remind her what happened in her past.  It’s up to you if you want her to remember you or not,”
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That evening in the Dreamstate:
“Why is there a tent here?” Y/n asks pointing at the tent in their backyard that could easily fit four Namjoons. Inside there were pillows, blankets and a foam mattress waiting for them.
“It’s called camping for a reason, princess,” Jimin grinned as he hopped in
“Ew,” she cringed “Don’t call me that,”
“You’re being one,” he remarked with a cocky grin. After the video call he had with her parents before he pulled his well planned out prank for Hoseok. He arrived at their shared room with her already knocked out cold hugging his pillow. Showering as quick as he possibly could he lies down next to her, not before pulling away his pillow from her tight grip, and wrapping his arms around her to meet her at the Dreamstate more willing than he had been the past few nights.
"I'M NOT!" She exclaimed
"Yes, you are! Now get in here!" He grabs her hand and roughly pulls her into the tent. Y/n braced herself for the painful fall but she was met with a memory foam mattress that broke her fall and she was welcomed by Jimin who decided to use her as a tree as he turned into a koala bear.
"Jimin, this was not what I said when I agreed to camp" she gasped out through his tight grip
"Too late, I'm sleepy," he says groggily 
"You promised to tell me more about my past," she pointed out
"I did, but I'm tired. Let's just cuddle. We could talk some other day, I'm not going anywhere."
"How sure are you about that?"
"Yeobo, I'm just a part of you just as you're a part of me" he rolls his eyes before pecking her lips "Now go to sleep. There's a lot of sleep-catching-up to do."
"But,"
"No buts," he cuts her off, placing another kiss this time near the corner of her lips. Y/n froze in place and Jimin felt her freeze and knew from there that he had a better control of the situation but his actions were effective in making her shut up so he intends to use it in the future "Let's take a nap before I start"
“You’re stalling,” Jimin opens his eyes wide then sits up abruptly.
“You’re right I am, but only because we both know your roommate is a bother,”
“He’s asleep,” y/n tells him
“And who told you that?” She stares at him in confusion as Jimin stares at her “You’re hoping to see him here aren’t you?”
Y/n kept her mouth shut as she rose from the bed to sit facing him “You are…”
“Is that a bad thing to ask for?”
“No,” he holds her hand in his, running his thumb across the back of her hand. “I think you have to find yourself first and know about your past more before walking down that road again.”
“My mom told me that the other day,” Y/n confesses “I guess I’m just impatient to know if I do have a soulmate,”
“What makes you think you have one?”
“Why do you think this Dreamstate exists?” she asks him looking around the room, “This place would’ve never existed in my head if I didn’t have a soulmate.”
“You did your research,” he pointed out looking at the lightbulbs one by one.
“How could I not?” she smiles “Nearly three years of being alone here, I wonder if there was a reason this little island existed. And if I do have a soulmate, where is he? Why isn’t he showing up? I wonder if I did something wrong that it drove him away,”
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Jimin sighs “You know soon,”
“So tell me,” she insists, tightening her grip on his hands, “please”
“Would you rather I show you your memories?” he asks
“I think that’s a better idea,” she smiled
“Then close your eyes,” she did.
Jimin leaned forward wrapping his arms around her, Y/n did the same. As Y/n takes a deep breath, she gets a hint of the scent on his white sweater “That’s strange,” she noted “I can smell you, I think,”
“It’s probably the flowers outside the tent” he smiled as he rested his cheek on top of her head “Close your eyes and take a deep breath for me,”
Doing as he says. She closes her eyes and Jimin presses his lips on the side of her head and what Y/n sees behind her closed eyelids made her cry the moment she woke up, startling Jimin who looked up at her with a sleepy daze asking her if she was okay and when she kept shaking her head, he called for Namjoon immediately. 
Jimin wondered if it was right to show her one of the best memories he’s ever had, which was the first night they met. He guessed it was heartbreaking for her to see him injured days after he was discharged from the hospital after needing a few stitches when he cut his eyelid. The next memory should be a happy one he decided, he had to try not to make her cry too much. 
It was the first memory and it reminded him a lot of how he felt when they met for the first time when they were kids where his dad said he cried when he woke up looking for a little girl he dreamt of. Jimin felt like she most probably woke up the same way, and it broke his heart to know that his soulmate had gone through pain, sadness and loneliness  because of him. He could only hope as he held sobbing body as he and Namjoon tried to calm her down that he could lessen the pain and finally fix their relationship to be together. 
Because all Jimin wanted more than anything in this world was for his soulmate to be with him without the barrier of a secret keeping them apart; he wanted his soulmate back, the one who knew every part of him before the night of the car crash.
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A/N: Finally! Aftersooooo looonggggg. We’ve reached the ending of Part one of The Companion trilogy.  This was not originally planned to be  a trilogy but  after much thought, it just had to be one.  
The next part of the trilogy will be  song based per chapter kinda like Girl of My Dreams is, but it will feature songs not just  by Bangtan, but other artists as well. 
For now, I’m planning to take a break from this Trilogy, don’t worry though, I’ll return for part two as soon as I’m done with GOMD. 
In the meantime, please give my Yoongi fic, Girl of My Dreams, a lot of support!!! I have a  lot of projects lined up for y’all, all I need is time and a  personal computer to invest on lol.
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Summary: Very soft Leeknow hours. Minho is a committed boyfriend, he’ll study what you study! 
A.N: I know it’s unrelated to SKZ but Jimin’s Face album came out and it's honestly sooooo good. Y’all should listen to it 🫣ANYWAYS back to our regularly scheduled program.  Hahaha, I listened to It's Not That Serious by ASTN, You by Vietra and other songs similar to these. It’s not related but the vibe is there. Also got inspired by lots of Renoir paintings and a particular Egon Schiele titled, The Embrace (1917). Enjoy!
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Minho felt strangely at ease. Here he was, reading, out of all people. Truth be told, Minho was never one to read. He always had something better to do, like practice his dance techniques or go out to eat with his friends. In fact, Minho would probably rather do anything else than read. He just wasn’t a reader. And that’s O.K. That’s what you always told him at least. Minho was never one to read, but for you, he’d do anything. 
You owned hundreds of books. You loved to paint and you loved to talk about being creative. Minho thinks that most of your creativity comes from the books you read. Just thinking about you having fun made Minho relax. Whenever you painted, you loved to have him in your company. You would teasingly beg for him to be your muse, but he settled to be an observationist instead. He loved to just watch you paint, coming up with color combinations he could never have thought of himself. He loved when you got hit with inspiration and ran to your makeshift painting studio (really just the extra bedroom) in order to capture it. 
These days, you were going to school for fine art and you were never really struck with spontaneous ideas. Minho could see this really bummed you out. The studio was always a mess, you never had enough time between assignments and class to clean everything up. Minho would have cleaned it for you, but he was afraid he’d disturb your method of madness. He knew what it was like to have a particular system to feed into your creativity. Every artist liked things a certain way. He thought of all the times he practiced by himself, having a carefully curated schedule of practice to keep his brain alert and ready to dance. To sing. To write. He knew that, out of all people, you’d be the most understanding of this and vice versa. 
These past few weeks had been grueling and seriously draining for you. With critiques coming up, you were always frantically painting. The colors you chose seemed less vibrant to Minho. There was less spark to it. Less love in it. All he wanted to do was wrap you up in support and try anything to make you relaxed again. 
He even forced you to go to the art museum with him to study other paintings, citing it was strictly for school purposes and not actually just to force you out of the studio. He had pushed you along the exhibits, pointing out the few paintings he did recognize. But he felt it wasn’t enough. His lack of knowledge didn’t bridge the gap between the two of you and Minho felt too far away from you to provide you the support you needed. The museum date was still fun, but it didn’t fulfill the goal for either of you two. 
As soon as Minho opened the door after coming back from the museum, you hurried to the studio to survey your latest batch of portraits. Minho huffed in annoyance and got straight to work. Even though he couldn’t paint, at least he could still make the effort to know what went on in that brain of yours.
Without making a huge racket, Minho chose every book you had on art, art history, and art technique. Eyeing the pile, Minho decided it wasn’t enough. He set them aside in a hidden spot and ran to grab his keys and jacket. 
With a quick kiss and goodbye, Minho feigned that he had to run to the store really quickly. You absentmindedly agreed and continued stressing over the lighting perspective in your portrait. He felt bad leaving you in such a dark place by yourself but he had to do it. 
“Bye honey!” Minho yelled as he ran out the door. 
For the next hour, Minho scoured the local library for books he could possibly gather intelligence from and he even bought some reading supplies, like a stupid cat bookmark with googly eyes and reading tabs that had llamas on them. Minho’s confidence was high as he carried his books in the tote bag that the local library gave him in through the front door. As expected, you were still in the studio, this time with a coffee. He peeked into the studio through the doorway and observed you for a second. 
“Babe?” He called. 
“Hm?” He heard you say, but you didn’t turn around. 
“Are you okay?” Minho entered the room and padded over to you before eventually reaching for your shoulders and giving you a small massage. He kissed your shoulder and he felt you loosen up, relieving all the tension in your neck and shoulders. He heard you sigh in defeat. 
“What’s wrong baby?” He whispered and kissed behind your ear. You closed your eyes. 
“I can’t get this stupid painting right Minho. It’s driving me crazy. Batshit crazy!” You raised your voice a little and strained through your frustration. He massaged your shoulders deeply, thinking about how little help he provided. 
“How about I make you dinner then? Let’s take a break.” He tried enticing you out of your chair and gently pushed you to lean back against him. “Sound good?” He kissed the top of your head. You looked up and he saw your glossy eyes, full of frustration, exhaustion, and anxiety. He gently smiled at you. 
“Yea, let’s go.” You whispered as he petted your hair back. 
A couple hours later, you were taking a hot shower and Minho was in bed, beginning to read from his pile of books. He had post-its and a pencil in hand as he flipped through the pages. He was currently studying the history of oil painting. Your favorite medium was oil, so he began with that. 
While you showered, he read. While you painted, he read. While you took naps, he read. Whenever he wasn’t dancing and on tight schedules, with you or comforting you, and cooking, he was reading. Of course, you were so preoccupied with your deadlines, you thought he had just taken up reading as a hobby to wait out your lack of attention towards him. Minho was a sneaky one. 
Luckily, Minho had a great attention span when applied. He could rotate through 3 books at the same time, which improved his reading efficiency. Minho felt like an old man, truth be told. Even the members noticed. He usually brought the smallest book in the pile with him to work and read while he was on breaks. Jisung and Changbin incessantly teased him, but he also had a lot of support from people like Hyunjin who often gave him tips from his own experience. Through this process, Minho rapidly expanded his knowledge of the world of art and its creative processes. 
Although he primarily did this for you, he also gained inspiration for his own creative processes too, using the vivid imagery to evoke certain emotions in his dance and song repertoire. There was a noticeable difference in his demeanor now that he was so focused on his books. Everyone in the group was quite confused at first, but when he explained it to them, they were all gungho on the plan. 
You finally began to become suspicious of Minho’s behavior after you got home one day and really looked at the books on his bedside table for once. You had just changed out of your class painting overalls when you happened to stroll by the bed and drop your hair clip. After picking it up, you made eye contact with his nightly stack of books that he usually read in bed as you got ready for bed. At first glance, the books seemed normal, but then you read the titles out loud. 
Color and light techniques in Oil. Mary Cassatt in Practice. Renoir and Other Masters. Pencil, Pastel and Everything In Between? What?
You flipped through the pages, finding tabs on particular pages, marked with small post-its and even multiple bookmarks, all stupid looking animal bookmarks. You laughed out loud at first. You didn’t know Minho liked art. Usually he was so clueless about it that when you went to museums with him, you often had to explain to him the significance of basic paintings like Monets or Renoirs. What was he doing with advanced painting technique books? 
Unfortunately, Minho was gone for the day, busy with press and recording sessions for his group’s upcoming comeback. You wouldn’t see him until at least 11 p.m. You put the last book down where you found it and began searching the apartment, convinced there was more. As you made your way through the living room, you found two large piles with museum catalogs, art magazines, books and more. You were astonished with the obviously large pile in front of you. Some had post-its on the front cover, marking them finished or for return. You were left with just as much confusion as when you began to look through the books. Was Minho learning this… for you? 
You picked up a particularly interesting looking one called, “Toulouse-Lautrec in Color Study.” It had several chapters on the usage of color and lighting within his paintings. This book seemed to be bought, not borrowed, telling from the way Minho’s writing was scribbled all over the pages. Some were stupid comments, like her face looks gross and others were genuine observations such as the orange of the paper gives his skin a tone without using any extra color, suggest to Y/n? You continued reading through the comments, realizing he was marking these up for you. Almost all the comments were suggestions and notes to convey to you. You started to tear up, knowing that someone who hated to read and hated to study had willingly studied for weeks, gathering knowledge just to understand and help their partner. You gently placed the book back on its pile. 
The sun began to set and you sat on the couch, feeling a headache come on. Not quite sure what to do with this newly acquired information, you ate a bagel and proceeded to take a nap. Your studio sessions at school had worn you out to the bone. Earlier today, your professor recommended a complete overhaul of your portfolio, citing it just lacked that special tonality of color and depth. It frustrated the hell out of you. You groaned and smashed your face into the pillow before slowly succumbing to the sleep you so well deserved. 
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Minho came home to a dark apartment. Usually it wasn’t loud, but it also wasn’t dark either. He set his stuff down at the doorway and carefully removed his shoes, trying to be quiet. Either you were gone, or asleep, he assumed. Minho walked through the apartment, scanning for any sign of life. When he finally got to the bedroom and peeked in, he found you face down on the bed, not even covered in a blanket. He laughed and carefully climbed into the bed, careful not to jostle you around. As you softly breathed, clearly in dreamland, he observed your fluttering eyelashes and your slightly parted lips. Your skin glowed in the soft lamp light. Your hair softly was pushed behind your ear. He adored when you looked relaxed, it made you look like an angel. 
Recalling that you had class today, he carefully got off the bed and headed over to the kitchen to prepare a light dinner. As he fished the ingredients out of the fridge, Minho hummed a soft tune. He thought about how much he admired your tenacity to continue your art as he cut his veggies. Minho dreamily thought of you and him in the future, in a house, with cats and maybe a kid. He sighed, hoping he could relieve your stress. 
When you opened your eyes, you blearily made eye contact with the stack of books on Minho’s side. As you blinked, you remembered your findings. The tears welled up in your eyes. You wiped them and sluggishly propped yourself up, still tired from the day’s work. Although most of the time, this was simply exhaustion from all the work you’ve been putting into your art. You heard some clinking from the kitchen and recognized Minho’s humming through the silence of the bedroom. 
The apartment was warm as you trudged through the kitchen doorway. Minho immediately looked up at you and smiled. You gazed lovingly at him, in his kiss the cook apron and his teddy bear kitchen towel thrown over his shoulder. 
“Good morning sleeping beauty.” Minho snickered. 
“Oh stop it.” You felt the words coming thick out your throat, still not used to talking quite yet. “How was work?” You asked before sitting at the island. Minho grunted in response. You took that as not good. 
“Choreo got changed for some performances and it didn’t go well. It was the first day of rehearsing these changes. Felix kicked my shin. Jisung bumped into Chan. Changbin is Changbin.” He scoffed. You giggled at the thought of Jisung running into Chan. 
“What did Changbin do to you?” You laughed. Minho glared at you. You put your hands up in innocence. “I take it back.” Minho chuckled and turned back to his sizzling pan. 
“How was your meeting today in the studio?” He asked behind his back. Now it was your turn to grunt. Minho raised his eyebrow even though you couldn’t see his face. 
“Oh?”  
“Yea, my portfolio basically got dumped in the trash.” 
“Oh no, did Mr. Fuckface say that?” 
“Yea, he said it didn’t have that ‘spark’ or ‘depth.’ ” You airquoted and chuckled bitterly. “I think it’s the colors. I just can’t get them right. The tones aren’t matching up or creating the depth of shadows I usually can do.” You sighed and leaned forward to rest your head on your hand. Minho poured the pan’s contents into a bowl and placed the pan down before turning around to look at you. He studied your posture and face. 
“Maybe it’s the stress.” He suggested lightly. You looked up at him and gave him a face. He shrugged and wiped his hands on the towel. “Baby, you spend all day cooped up in that bedroom, trying to will out a painting that’s not there. I can see and feel the stress radiating off of you.” 
“Minho, I have deadlines to meet.” You defended yourself. 
“Y/n, you’re burnt out.” He countered and served two portions of the food he made. You grumbled a thank you when he set the plate in front of you and sat across from you. Minho reached out for your hand and you obliged. His thumb rubbed circles into your palm and you stared at his hand. 
“I love you, you know that right?” Minho said. He continued to rub circles. Your mouth flattened  to form a line. 
“I love you too Minho.” You sighed and felt your throat close up with emotion. 
“Baby, I think you should rest for a while. You’re clearly burnt out. Let’s do something fun, go somewhere cool. I just want you to relax.” Minho’s voice tightened. If you began to cry, he would too. It was a domino effect. Minho continued. 
“You inspire me, you know. I love what you do. You work so hard, it makes me so proud to be called your boyfriend. It makes me want to create just like you do.” He lovingly gazed at you and you kept eye contact with him. 
“You’re the idol here though.” You strained to talk. You felt defeated, honestly. By the lack of confidence in your work and by the mush of ideas in your brain. Then you remembered the books. This cheered you up considerably. You continued to listen to Minho speak. 
“I know it’s hard right now, but I want to help you more. I want to pitch ideas to you and observe and help. I-” He hesitated with his words. “I just want to be there with you when you feel it’s too hard to keep going. I know I can do it.” His voice wavered. You wiped a tear from your eye. 
“Hey, let’s not cry.” He laughed. You laughed in response. 
“You’re actually the most angelic person ever Minho. You read all those books just to help me?” Minho’s eyes widened, caught in the spotlight. He blushed and his ears got red before he looked down at his plate. He shyly smiled at himself, nodding and looking up. “Yea, I just wanted to be able to help you more than I could have before. I felt limited. Dumb.” He rubbed his ears. Your eyes widened and you leaned forward to grab his other hand. 
“Hey, Minho. You are not dumb. You are intelligent and kind and terribly creative. It drives me crazy how smart you are. Don’t say that.” You held both his hands in yours. “Baby. Seriously, you inspire me so much.” Minho giggled shyly. The apartment was silent. 
“Did you seriously do all that for me?” You whispered, as if there were people around. He nodded. “Yeah.” 
Your jaw dropped and he smiled widely. 
“You’re crazy and I love you so much for it.” You kissed his knuckles. Minho’s neck got even more red than before. 
“Come here.” You got up and he followed in suit. You wrapped his firm arms around your shoulders and yours snaked around his waist. Minho allowed you to do whatever you wanted with him, he was all yours to keep. He listened to your soft breathing as he gazed into your eyes and lips. He melted right into your arms and held you tight. 
Not long after, he heard sniffles and felt your chest constrict sporadically. Minho gently rubbed your back and swayed, letting you cry your frustrations out. Little did he know, you weren’t just crying out of frustration, but out of so much love. You felt what it was to actually want to work harder, knowing that even though things were hard, you wouldn’t have it any other way. Minho kissed your head and you squeezed his shirt in your hands. His strong arms held you tight. 
Nothing could compare to the ethereal feeling Minho felt in his heart, being held like this and feeling the warmth of the apartment you two had made a home together. He absolutely adored everything about you. He wasn’t ready to let you go quite yet. 
“I love you Minho.” Your whispers were muffled by his chest. He sniffled. “I love you too Y/n. I always will.”
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bts-trans · 2 years
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220831 Weverse Translations
Jimin's Post ❇️
우리 동생 생일 하루 남았네 https://weverse.io/bts/artist/3-103304897
Just one day left for our dongsaeng's birthday
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Jimin's Comment 💬 on ARMY's Post ❇️
💜: 개강도 하루 남음…!
JM: ㅋㅋㅋㅋ 아이 깜짝이야 ㅋㅋ https://weverse.io/bts/artist/3-103304897/comment/0-205489430
💜: Just one day left for the start of the semester too...!
JM: hahahaha omg that gave me a shock haha
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Jimin's Comments 💬 on Jimin's Post ❇️
JM: 개강도 하루 남았구나
JM: 언급 미안해요 ..ㅜㅜ
JM: 우리 아미도 진짜 보고싶네요 다같이 만나서 막 수다 떨고 싶다 https://weverse.io/bts/artist/3-103304897/comment/3-175235729
JM: So there's just one day left for the start of the semester too, huh
JM: Sorry for bringing it up.. ㅜㅜ
JM: Our ARMYs, I really miss you too. I want us all to meet and just talk and talk
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JM: 라이브는 조만간 찾아올게요 ㅎㅎ 요즘은 그냥 곡만들어 보면서 지내고 있었는데 새삼 우리 멤버들 너무너무 잘하는 사람들이어서 대단하다 생각했습니다 https://weverse.io/bts/artist/3-103304897/comment/4-175242738
JM: Speaking of lives, I'll do one sometime soon hehe
These days, I've just been writing songs and stuff and it made me realise how good our members are at doing stuff and how amazing that is.
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↪️ Jimin's Replies 🗣️ to ARMY's Comments 💬
💜: A.R.M.Y에 대한 사랑을 평가한다면?
JM: 말해뭐해요 ㅎㅎ https://weverse.io/bts/artist/3-103304897/comment/2-205483345
💜: If you were to rate your love for ARMYs, how would you?
JM: It goes without saying hehe
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💜: 지민 씨, 저희랑 얘기하고 싶으시면 'V LIVE' 하세요. 왜냐하면 위버스는 저희 국제 '아미'를 위해서 번역을 안 하고 있거든요. 감사합니다.
JM: 알겠어요 조만간 꼭 올게요 https://weverse.io/bts/artist/3-103304897/comment/1-205504245
💜: Jimin-ssi, if you want to talk to us, please use 'V LIVE'. Because Weverse doesn't translate for us international 'ARMY'. Thank you.
JM: Okay, I'll be sure to come soon.
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💜: 지민 오빠 왜 아직 안 잤어요?ㅋㅋㅋ
JM: 아까 잠들었다 깼어요 ! https://weverse.io/bts/artist/3-103304897/comment/1-205507997
💜: Jimin oppa why aren't you asleep yet? hahaha
JM: I was asleep but then I woke up just a while ago!
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💜: 오빠 올빼미 생활 재개했다는 건가?ㅋㅋㅋ
JM: 그럴까봐요 ㅎㅎ https://weverse.io/bts/artist/3-103304897/comment/4-175253401
💜: Oppa does this mean you've resumed your night owl life? hahaha
JM: I think I might hehe
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💜: 당신이 이것에 응답하지 않으면 나는 내 머리를 면도 할거야
JM: 안돼욬ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ 면도라닠 ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ 그러지마요 ㅋㅋㅋ https://weverse.io/bts/artist/3-103304897/comment/0-205518244
💜: If you don't reply to this I'll shave my head
JM: Noo hahahahahaha shave omg hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha don't do that hahaha
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티비에 정국이 나온다 호오 https://weverse.io/bts/artist/3-103317802
Oooh Jungkook's on TV
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Jimin's Comment 💬 on Jimin's Post ❇️
인스타도 그렇고 요즘 얼굴 안비친게 살쪘는데 다이어트 다시 하고 있거든요?? 조금만 기다려줘요 https://weverse.io/bts/artist/3-103317802/comment/1-205535199
With Insta and stuff as well, the reason I haven't been showing my face too much these days is because I've put on weight, and I'm on diet again, you know?? Please wait a little longer.
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💜: 당신이 대답하지 않으면 나는 방귀를 뀌지 않을 것입니다
JM: 아닠 ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ https://weverse.io/bts/artist/3-103317802/comment/2-205551014
💜: If you don't reply I'm not going to fart.
JM: That's just hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
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💜: 지민, 일루미의 나에게도 답장 안하면 모히칸으로 만들거야.ㅎㅎㅎ
JM: 아닠ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ 그건 좀 궁금하긴 하네요 ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ https://weverse.io/bts/artist/3-103304897/comment/4-175290435
💜: Jimin, if you don't reply to me either I'm going to get a mohawk. hehehe
JM: That's just hahahahahaha I do kind of want to see that actually hahahahahahahahahahahaha
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Jimin's Comments 💬 on Jimin's Post ❇️
💜: 지민, 일루미의 나에게도 답장 안하면 모히칸으로 만들거야.ㅎㅎㅎ
JM: 아닠ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ 그건 좀 궁금하긴 하네요 ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ https://weverse.io/bts/artist/3-103304897
JM: You guys keep saying you're going to shave your hair off or hold your breath just so you can get a response hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
JM: hahaha you're all so cute whew It's late now, quickly, everyone off to bed
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JM: 뭐야 손가락하트 그림 저거 어떻게 한거에요
JM: ㅋㅋ 아 즐거웠다 잠시 저 들어갈게요 여러분 ㅎㅎ https://weverse.io/bts/artist/3-103304897/comment/4-175325483
JM: Wait how do you do that finger heart thing
JM: Haha Ah, that was fun, I'll be going now everyone hehe
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akookminsupporter · 18 days
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Hey Rosie! How have you been? I've been thinking, what if Jimin and JK already planned out their schedules, travels, and that travel show bec they weren't sure if they'll be approved to enlist together?
What if JK looked stressed and pressured the several months ago while JM was promoting face bec, aside from missing JM, he wasn't ready to create his own album/wanted to go a different direction?
What if they did everything to ensure they could spend their last few weeks/days together so that even if they got rejected, they still had time to spend together? Of course, these are all purely speculations that I have, but imagine these two doing everything they can in their power, just to be with each other. 🫠🥲
It's hard to say, anon.
They had to submit the application for the buddy system several months in advance and we still don't know when exactly the documentary or series they made was approved. Junkook said that Jimin mentioned doing something like this a while ago and nothing happened after that until suddenly they were already planning the filming or something.
Although what you say is not impossible I find it hard to believe that's what happened because BTS and their agency usually plan everything well in advance hahaha.
I wouldn't be surprised if this was approved and planned when the group was planning the second chapter of their careers and above all, the content that they would leave ready to be released when they finally enlisted in the army.
I find it hard to believe that the decision to make the documentary or series was made on the spur of the moment.
That said, if they weren't sure they were going to enlist together or that their application was going to be rejected and they wanted to spend time together, they could have just done it. The documentary or series was not necessary to do that. They simply wouldn't have scheduled anything for the days they travelled to film for that content or they would have done it privately. Whatever they filmed was for them too and because they wanted to have fun but it was mostly for their fans, IMO.
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personasintro · 1 year
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Mimi ch 53 was a rollercoaster ride like my mind can’t absorb what was happening. But first let me thank you for working so hard on this and every other one of your story and sharing this with us 🫶🏼🫶🏼 Anyway some of my thoughts…
1. Its good that jk told his family about what happened. Sometimes we do need time on our own to process and accept what happened and him feeling like it is okay to share the burden now, somehow feels like he is finally ready, really ready to let go and move forward with his life. 💝
2. Ohhh them finally doing it raw is like the sexiest smut I have ever read. The teasing, anticipation then finally going at it is like okay. Yn riding his face and her squirting omg she’s so hot like dude give her to meeee 🫠
3. Yn moving out and Jimin calling them out on their situationship.. I kinda feel like there’s something more out this and it will affect how the rest of the story will pan out which leads me to my next one
4. Jk inviting Ester and missing on the communication like he suddenly brought this up a few days before the trip itself. I dunno but when yn was still living with him from ch 46-52, they never really argued. They communicated the best and now that they did the deed, and yn out of his apartment, it kinda feels like jk doesn’t care anymore and he can do whatever he wants. That is just me though. Yn might have overreacted a bit, but jk calling her selfish and childish and saying ester is his friend too like her and yn are on the same level is.. uncalled for I guess. Can we just go and inhale the Busan air back?? 🥲
5. When they were in Busan, jk acted so clingy and so boyfriend to yn. Which makes me think like finally, things are looking up and these two might fall in love with eo. But after this chapter it seems to me that jk only ever sees her as a bestfriend and that all it is is just fun and casual sex with him as what they tell their friends that they are JUST hooking up- for him it might be what it is. I cant say the same for yn because it seems like she’s falling for him even if she’s not yet aware about it.
Anyway sorry for this long ask. I thoroughly enjoyed the story even its giving me a a bit of anxiety hahaha excited to see what Yoongs will bring to the table. If his and ester character will bring the positive - yn and jk realising they like eo more than friends. Or not so positive as in yn and jk starting a relationship with other people. Either way I just hope they don’t actually ruin their friendship. You did such a good job of portraying the characters like readers genuinely love them or hate them, that’s how great you are as a writer!! Also, you keeping us on our toes all the freakin time is genius! I swear I don’t know where the story is leading us for sure but we’re here for the sweet long ride 🫶🏼
Thank you for reading this chapter and sending this in!! 💗
1. It does feel oddly freeing, doesn’t it? It would be completely fine if he decided not to tell them. Partly, he did tell them because he saw they see a few changes in him. But he told them when he was ready and that’s the most important thing 🫶
2. 🔥🔥🔥 that’s all I’m saying hehe glad you enjoyed those moments!!
3. Jimin definitely thinks this is not a good idea!
4. I mean… he can still do whatever he wants 🫢 in jk’s defense he did tell them as soon as he saw them, maybe he didn’t even consider it as big news or something that should cause an argument. If you look at it generally, it’s not a big deal at all. Only y/n made it a big deal. But yes, you’re right he definitely shouldn’t compare them but jk is still a man, there are a few things he doesn’t see like we do haha 🤭 Busan air is well needed in this situation!
5. Well, firstly they’re friends than anything else. From their point of view, they’re having fun. They have an amazing chemistry 🌪️
Thank you so much for this feedback! There are a lot of exciting things about to happen, I can’t wait to read them!! 💗🫶
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