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crownjimin · 2 years

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☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 050 | gifts for jimin

coffee — the enemies to lovers social media au where min yoongi refuses to date a cheerleader, but yoon haryun might be able to change that.

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The night of the party came quickly. October 13th, arguably one of the most important days of the year, had arrived, and it felt as if a royal event was to take place.

There was an electric buzz in the air that was tangible the moment you set foot on campus, as everyone seemed to have a particular pep in their step. Those who were fortunate enough to come face-to-face with the man of the day, Park Jimin, seemed to be more excited about his birthday than he was himself. Almost every other person had a gift for Jimin. Whether it was a gift bag or an envelope with a card inside, they ensured to shower him with presents throughout the day.

He was overwhelmed by all of the expensive and showy gifts a few classmates attempted to give him. Hyoyeon from his Perspectives class bought him the newest Keurig, the one that brewed lattes and cappuccinos, so he knew it was expensive. Suri from his dance class gifted him a watchband made of patent leather, which the price had the specific amount scribbled out for obvious reasons.

And as the day went on, Jimin’s arms filled.

Between his last class of the day and dance practice, Jimin had thirty-five minutes to make his way home, shower, change, and return to campus for practice. Today, his trek was slightly longer, as he paused a few times to collect his bearings and reassure himself he wasn't leaving behind any gifts he had received throughout the day.

Fifteen minutes later, he made it into the apartment safely, yet out of breath. On the couch, deeply enthralled with whatever cartoon was on the television, sat Jungkook, oblivious and aloof to the struggles his roommate had just endured.

“Kook-ah, be a saint and help,” Jimin slid off his shoes and backpack as he spoke. “Please.”

At the sound of Jimin’s voice, Jungkook turned and smiled, rising from his spot to greet and obey Jimin’s plea. “Jimin-ssi, happy birthday!”

Burnt out and tired, Jimin paid no mind to the lack of honorifics as Jungkook teased him, shedding a different article of clothing with each step toward his room. A pair of sweatpants and a hoodie later, Jimin was back the way he came and happy to see the clutter that once inhabited the area in front of the door was gone as he had asked.

A rustling could be heard from the living room, signaling that Jungkook was probably helping himself to the many gifts Jimin had. A part of him wanted to scold Jungkook, give him some half-assed lecture about how it was rude to open other people's birthday presents, but it was Jungkook. Jimin knew Jungkook would never open anyone else's gifts since he didn't do it to Namjoon at their shared party a few weeks earlier. Jungkook had known Jimin for years; they practically shared all property.

(Save for Yebin, Jimin was more than happy to let Jungkook have her to himself for a slew of reasons--the more prominent one being that Yebin was like a daughter to Jimin, someone he protected with his life, so there was no romantic attraction there at all.)

While Jungkook sifted through the items, tiny noises of interest and gasps of surprise left his mouth every few seconds. Jimin grabbed his prepacked dance bag and his set of keys before he yelled over his shoulder, "Kook-ah, I'm going!"

Jimin slipped on his shoes, waiting for a response from Jungkook, and just as he pulled open the door and stepped outside, Jungkook's voice could be heard gasping, "You got a Keurig?!"

Dance practice was the one place Jimin felt like everyone treated each other as equals. Despite him and Hoseok sharing the co-captain title and having more authority over dance routines, everyone was friendly enough that Jimin considered everyone his acquaintance. For a few select team members, Jimin called them his friends, people he hung out with outside of dance practice just for leisure fun.

Lee Luda seemed to float somewhere between those two classifications. She was more than an acquaintance—Luda would speak to Jimin whenever she saw him outside dance practice, no matter where, when, or how busy she seemed. But those were the only times they would speak, in brief spurts over some time that Jimin would not call frequent enough to call her a friend but also not scarce to where he could leave her as an acquaintance.

It was his first year in university when Jimin had first seen Luda. She looked so small amongst the immense sea of people that wished to try out for the dance team that year. Anyone from any year level could try out for the dance team, but there was always a naivete and innocence to the freshman that they were easy to pick out. Jimin was one of those, an auditionee that looked timid and nervous but kept to themselves out of the instinct of survival: every man for themselves.

It wasn't until after tryouts finished and the names of who made the team were posted that Jimin had spoken to Luda. Brief congratulations were exchanged between the two, something that nearly gave Jimin a heart attack to do, and he planned to leave it at that. Until Luda began gushing, with extravagant gestures with her hands and the way her eyes sparkled while she talked about Jimin's dancing and how easy it was to get lost in how he moved.

Tiny, timid Jimin had a hard time receiving compliments for anything. Nonetheless, compliments on his dancing. And even less than that, compliments from a pretty girl who was also very talented in dancing.

She had continued on and on for a solid five minutes, only noticing that she had been rambling once Jimin’s round, brown eyes never moved from her face. She blushed a furious red, her cheeks aglow as she muttered an apology, a second congratulations, and hurried away.

The crush Jimin had on Luda was inevitable. His stare always lingered in her direction; something about how she carried herself left an aura that radiated positivity in waves. Sooner than later, the awkwardness from their initial interaction faded, and there was a tenderness to how Luda would speak to Jimin. Even before he became co-captain of the dance team, her words were always soft-spoken and comforting to him.

This was why, as practice ended that day, everyone was exhausted but preening with excitement about Jimin's party later; Jimin stayed back a few minutes—as requested by Luda. Never had she asked to speak to him in private before, but most subtly during practice, Luda had pulled him aside and asked for him to patiently wait for her once everyone left.

She could ask him to murder for her, and Jimin would've foolishly complied. So as Hoseok begrudgingly left without Jimin, after all his complaints and worries, Jimin was left alone in the dance studio. He stood idly in front of the mirrors, touching up his hair and ensuring he didn't look like practice had wiped too much out of him.

He was freshly showered, doing so in the locker rooms adjacent to the studio they had used that day. Seven minutes passed, and there was no sign of Luda anywhere. Jimin tried to take note of which direction she had gone in after practice, maybe the locker rooms or out into the central area of the Arts Building. However, his plan fell flat once multiple people rushed up to him with wishes for his birthday. Once that group of people had dispersed, Jimin decided to abandon the plan and patiently wait.

The seven minutes turned to ten, then twelve, and for a smidge of a second, Jimin thought he had been stood up by Luda. But before those thoughts could fester, the door to the dance room clicked open, and a loud squeaky noise filled the room.

A multitude of balloons blocked the doorway, tiny grunts and sounds of struggle beneath them as they were squeezed through the door by a smiling Luda who struck a pose and smiled giddily at Jimin.

"Happy Birthday, Jimin-ah!" She shouted, a breath of air leaving her as she hurried over to Jimin and shoved the balloons into his hands before she was back out the door in a flash.

Moments later, she's back with a massive poster board, a cardboard box, and a perfectly wrapped present complete with a bow, cluttered in her hands as she made her way to him. With the fast-paced beating of his heart and the sheer amazement at Luda and her antics, Jimin found himself frozen in astonishment.

He wanted to take a moment to thank Luda and applaud her for even giving him a present in the first place, but Luda left no room for Jimin to talk. Because in less than a millisecond, she had snatched the balloons from his grasp, letting them float freely within the space. She held the poster board in front of her face as she shook it back and forth animatedly.

"I recruited, and by recruited, I mean forced, everyone on the team to print out their pictures with you for a collage," Luda said from behind the poster. "Hobi had a lot, so I had to limit him to three pictures to make room for everyone else's-"

The poster board was much longer than Luda's wingspan as she struggled to hold it up. Still, Jimin's eyes raked over the photos with intense nostalgia as tons of pictures from the last year and a half were splayed in front of him. There were many pictures of Jimin and Soojin after they had placed first with their duet performance at last year's regionals. They were clad in their costumes with a shit ton of makeup, but the smiles on their faces were contagious as present-day Jimin found himself smiling too.

Two pictures of Taemin and Jimin were right below the images with Soojin, sandwiched between pictures with Seulgi and Soonyoung. Jimin's eyes continued moving as he came about the outermost edges to see pictures of him, Minhyuk, and Momo. A slew of images with Hoseok, mainly taken outside of dance practice, sat at the bottom, with giant smiles on their faces.

But in the middle, the largest of them all, was a picture of Luda and Jimin. One where Luda had her arms wrapped around Jimin's neck, his arms around her waist, and their cheeks smushed together as they cheesed at the camera in a similarly energetic manner. Jimin could recall that moment as if it happened yesterday, the very moment when Luda had made the dance team for the second year in a row, and Jimin had just been announced to have been voted co-dance captain with Hoseok.

Spirits had been high that day, and with the ease of a well-oiled machine, Jimin had wrapped his arms around Luda and requested their picture to be taken. He had expected Luda to push him off or freeze for a moment, but the exact opposite had occurred. Her arms quickly snaked around Jimin's neck, and she rose to her tiptoes and pressed her cheeks to his. It took all of a second to take the picture. Still, Jimin had spent most of his night later that evening staring at the utter perfection of that picture.

Once Jimin had taken in the collage of photos, he reached forward to grab the poster board from Luda's hands with little to no objection from her. He opened his mouth to express his gratitude, but before he could mutter a sound, Luda shoved the nicely wrapped box into his hands and tossed the poster board to the floor.

The poster fluttered pathetically to the ground as Luda gestured to the box with excitement. "Open it!"

Not needing any more convincing, Jimin gracefully took to his knees to set the box on the floor as he proceeded to tear the paper from the outside and peek to see the contents within. Luda had followed him down to the floor, almost as eager to look into the box as if she hadn’t been the one to place the items in the box herself hours prior.

The first thing Jimin came across was a small journal. It was no larger than his hand, which meant it was pretty small in size and perfect to stick inside his pocket. The book's cover had 'OPEN ME' scribbled in Sharpie, to which Jimin obliged and turned to the first page.

This is a LUDA ANYWHERE-ANYTIME coupon, redeemable for ONE TIME ONLY. Use wisely, Jiminssi, for your Luda coupon has an expiration date of 12/31/2099!

Jimin laughed at the sight, his fingers instinctively flipping through the rest of the pages to find every single one with the same script on them. A coupon for Luda, anytime, anywhere, no questions asked, but only redeemable once for each page. There were easily enough coupons to last Jimin a year and a half if he used them weekly and responsibly. But knowing himself and his lack of control when it came to Lee Luda, the coupons would maybe last him a month. (Two if he tried exceptionally hard to ration them).

“Luda, these,” Jimin paused to laugh as he looked up and caught Luda’s eyes watching him intensely. “They are every-”

“Wait, wait,” Luda interrupted. Carefully, she took the small notebook from Jimin’s hands and set it to the side. “We haven’t even gotten to the best parts. Keep going.”

The next item that caught Jimin's eye was a navy-blue porcelain jar. A bow was securing the top of the pot with a note hanging from it. Flipping the small piece of paper, Jimin read:

Happy Birthday, Jiminssi! Namie and I wanted to get you something special to show our appreciation. We did some deep diving and decided to create a custom tea for you!

Namie's aunt in Japan has a tea shop, and she helped us create a tea that reminded us of you in flavor and scent. It's a blend of jasmine and peach teas with a few more additives that we swore not to share for the sake of it being unique to you and Namie's aunt's shop in Japan.

Hope you enjoy it! If you ever make it to Japan one day, Namie's aunt wants you to visit her shop. She thinks you're adorable :))

With a steady hand, Jimin untied the bow, unscrewed the top, and took a whiff. The Jasmine scent was strong, but there were undertones of peach and a smidge of vanilla that had Jimin swooning from the comfort it gave his body. Astonishment overcame him at the intensity of all the gifts; first the board, then the coupons, and now a custom tea that Luda and Namie had gotten from Japan.

Jimin softly placed the jar onto the floor as he grabbed the last item in the box: a long, sleek black box that had For Jimin in gold lettering on the top. Jimin opened the box without hesitation, and from the pure shock that electrified his body, he dropped the box.

The loud slam startled Luda, who laughed and picked up the contents before she huffed out a breath, "Don't drop these now, Jiminssi. These were the most expensive out of everything."

“Luda, I can’t take those,” Jimin quietly spoke. “I refuse.”

As if the words Jimin had said meant nothing to her, Luda placed the open box in front of Jimin again. "I reject your refusal. Now put them on."

In front of him, glimmering from the studio lights in the dance room, taunting Jimin with the expensive nature of the gift, sat two rings. Both were made with sterling silver, and both were rings Jimin had once saved in his gallery as a future gift for himself once he felt like he was responsible enough for a purchase that large.

Conflicting emotions were rushing through his body at that moment. Anxiety from how overwhelmed he was at the entire gift-giving ordeal Luda had set up for him. Slight fear at how Luda had even known Jimin had been thinking about purchasing the ring set for himself in the future. And lastly, as he slid the rings onto his thumb and middle finger, was how Luda knew the ring size perfectly to the point where they were snug and felt at home on his stubby little fingers.

Jimin took a few moments to admire the jewelry on his fingers in silence as he came to terms with the fact that the girl of his dreams had made the purchase of his dreams and gifted them to him for his birthday. As if it was just another simple thing they did. Luda had just changed Jimin's life forever, and she probably had no idea.

"Do you like them?" Luda had the gall to look nervous as she spoke, her eyes dancing across all of the gifts she had just bombarded Jimin with in the last fifteen minutes. "I put a lot of thought into most of these, and I just want you to like them."

And to think, Jimin was convinced Luda would stand him up.

"Luda, these are perfect gifts that I'm not even sure I deserve," Jimin said with finality. "You went above and beyond for me, and I really appreciate it all."

"Oh, I'm so glad," Jimin felt himself melt at the smile Luda sent his way. "I had to practically hound the entire dance team for their photos of you, and some of them were being selfish, which threw off my entire plan, but I got them in the end."

“I’m glad our picture was the largest.”

Luda nodded. "Yeah, Hobi-Oppa almost strangled me because his pictures with you weren't in the middle, but I told him this was my project and that he had to deal with it.”

“I love the dedication.”

“Thanks,” she responded. “It’s one of my best qualities.”

“But how’d you get the ring sizes?” Jimin held his hand that adorned the rings up to Luda as he still felt himself stare in awe. “They’re perfect.”

"I got Jungkookie to take a thumb ring and middle finger ring from you. I also had him take measurements to be sure," Luda shrugged as she packed the jar of tea, the now empty box that once held the rings, and the coupon book into the box they came from. "I'd be agitated if I paid all that money, and they didn't fit you."

"But-" Jimin lost his voice as he began to think of the sheer effort she had to put into everything to get such perfect presents for his birthday.

"And I know how much of a ring guy you are, so I just found something that I would wear and thought about it that way," She continued to explain. "Honestly, now I understand why some people love gift giving because of the look on your face the entire time, Jiminssi-"

Luda paused her movements to look Jimin straight in his eyes, almost as if she wanted him to know she meant every word.

"-I like seeing you happy. It gave me this sort of…," Luda trailed off as she sought the proper word to describe her feelings.

“Tingle,” Jimin answered. “It felt like a tingle.”

A timid smile appeared on Luda’s face. “Yeah, a tingle.”

Jimin had an inkling about the tingle Luda felt. It was one that he experienced each time he had caught himself dreaming up scenarios about her in his head, scenarios that shocked his spine and left his lower back sizzling with anticipation and nerves. It was uncomfortable at first, but now it was almost masochistically satisfying when it happened.

Amicable silence accompanied the two of them as they set about cleaning up any evidence that they had spent time in the practice room after the allotted time had ended. Luda offered to take the balloons back to her place once Jimin voiced he had no legitimate use for them back at his own. Luda had been sure Namie and Geummi would find some odd service for them later as they continued to pack up and walk side by side as they exited the Arts Building.

Jimin began to set off to the left as Luda set off to the right, both stopping once they realized this was where they would split ways.

"I'll see you later tonight, Luda?" Jimin asked, surely, mostly positive Luda would be at his party.

“Of course, Jiminssi,” Luda replied as she stepped up to him, rose to her tiptoes, and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “Save me a dance.”

As Luda turned to take her leave, Jimin called out, “How about two?”

"Make it three, and we have a deal!"

Yeah, Jimin thought to himself, there was no way he was getting over Lee Luda anytime soon.

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author’s note: APOLOGIES!! APOLOGIES!! i feel like i’ve apologized every ten chapters for disappearing but this time… SIX MONTHS???? i didn’t mean to leave for six months but when life changes a little too fast, baby it gets crazy.

anyway, with that out of the way. i am back until the end of this story (which i have planned and mostly written beforehand). once i’m done with coffee i’ll take a short break before i’m back with the second part of the series.

okay, enjoy and i’ll be back on tuesday :)))

#min yoongi x female oc #min yoongi social media au #min yoongi #kim seokjin #kim namjoon #kim taehyung #park jimin #jeon jungkook #jung hoseok #bts social media au #coffee social media au #humor #enemies to lovers

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muniimyg · 1 year

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YOUR UNIVERSE // MYG

in which min yoongi refuses to lose you

regretting rejecting oc, min yoongi goes through a circus load of gestures and tasks in attempt to be loved again

navi | m. list | ask me ! | send an ask to be on the taglist ! i will not be responding to taglist requests anywhere else !

pairings:

basketball captain // tsundere yoongi + sunshine // preschool edu major oc

au/genre:

friends to lovers

uni au

one sided pining / rejection / redemption / a sad excuse of a slow burn

smut, crack, angst

social media au + written

warnings:

implied + actual smut

angst (oc is heartbroken and trying to move on from being initially rejected)

name calling, love/hate friendships, big egos, overprotective friends, childish social culture, and a burnt out era <3

parts:

30/30 ( completed 03/04/2023 )

index # youniverse myg

00 | intro

01 | like a loser

02 | coincidence

03 | booboo

04 | not my girl ✒️

05 | no

06 | behave

07 | valentine

08 | winners and losers

09 | downbad era

10 | especially you

11 | support

12 | three for three ✒️

13 | dangle

14 | for my ace :)

15 | please

16 | baby

17 | aki & ace

18 | benched

19 | promise

20 | you’re mine

21 | until then

22 | maybe ✒️

23 | no loyalty

24 | shit ✒️

25 | pu$$y fairy

26 | fight

27 | earth

28 | orbit ✒️

29 | nothing/everything

30 | about you ✒️

epilogue

+ extra ! new ace (2)

+ extra ! jealousy (3)

+ extra ! babies (4)

+ extra ! in our forever (5)

+ extra ! first kiss (1)

end.

#min yoongi fic #bts suga fic #bts smau #basketball captain yoongi #suga basketball #bts social media edits #bts fanfiction #yoongi fanfic #yoongi smut #yoongi angst #yoongi crack au #yoongi fluff #yoongi f2l #bts f2l #bts crack au

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hopeismimi · 7 months

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STAR LINE : 005

Synopsis: Y/N is debuting in Hybe’s new girl group Cosmatic, while she felt a lot of pressure from debuting under a company that houses the biggest boy group, she’s never going to see them, right? And if she did ever see them, she’d never talk to them, she’d never ever develop a relationship with one of the members, right?

lets get this bread:

a/n: I want to be able to upload these daily but also I have no good ideas when writing </3 << previous next >> taglist : @bxcndd @alienchickenpoop @vampcharxter @mochimommy2002

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nsfwtaegis · 4 months

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witness

— UNTITLED: THE SMAU

8 besties fall in love. inspired by the untitled one shot by nsfwtaegis

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becomingbts · 1 year

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Time Heals (sometimes) - 24

Summary: 6 years ago, (Y/N) thought that she was finally taking her life into her hands, leaving behind a toxic and abusive relationship with a man who taught her she’d never be worthy of love. However, it became hard to ignore his words when she met her seven soulmates, who rejected her without even giving her a chance to prove herself. It took (Y/N) 3 years to realize that it wouldn’t be her end. She would live on to prove them all wrong; she would become what they all thought she wasn’t: someone worthy of love. And as she stands proudly on the stage, under the burning spotlights, the applause and the cries of the delirious crowd, she feels alive. Alive, just like the bond she had believed to be broken.

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Pairings: Y/N (fem) x OT7

Genre: Soulmate AU!, Idol Y/NAU!, semi social-media AU!, ANGST (mainly), fluff, romance, maybe smut in the series, NSFW.

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Warnings: Mention of death, almost murder attempt, a lot of blaming, tears, ANGST.

Part 23 - here - Part 25

It had been a while since she had tasted the metallic liquid in her mouth. She had not even noticed that her teeth had pierced the skin of her lips, but the bitter aftertaste did not leave any doubt that she injured herself, even lightly.

Raya didn't cry, she had no strength left to cry. Panting heavily, she stared at the almost lifeless body of her sister. It made her wonder what the fuck she was doing with her life. She felt like she had just hit a wall and not a small one at that. What would happen to her now? Or maybe she should ask: what about them now... Since no one dissociated the two sisters once they learned about their relationship. Why did she have to carry the burden of the crimes of a sister who never felt like one? The words of her friend—could she still call her a friend, though—echoed in her mind, leaving scars that would probably never heal properly.

"Did you ever care for me as a person, or was it an opportunity to soothe the guilt you felt because of your sister’s doings?"

Raya had wanted to yell at her, to tell her she had never thought of it that way. How could she ever think something like that? Yet at the same time, as much as she didn’t want to admit it, Raya knew that there was some truth in (Y/N)’s words. It hadn’t been the only thing that had pushed her to help, of course. Guilt was a strong emotion, but it wouldn't have been enough to push her to help create a medical bond. There was so much more to take into consideration. So many things had happened, and so many feelings were burning in her body. She still could remember how (Y/N)'s bond had been calling for help, almost enthralling every single soul, compelling their bodies to move in her direction and help her. But would it make it any better if Raya told her what she had felt? That her body had almost moved before her own consciousness could come to a conclusion? If she spoke about that day through a medical lens? Wouldn't it sound even worse? She sighed, afraid of the answer. She could have told (Y/N) a billion things, but out of everything, she had decided to stay silent. Her voice had been caught in her throat, unable to utter a sound after the panic had won over her body. Her eyes had avoided (Y/N)’s, but the dry chuckle she heard left little to no doubt about the reaction of her friend. She had only been able to speak afterward, and those words had been enough to set (Y/N) off.

“Why did you even go to their meeting? Can’t believe you’re that naive.”

It was evident that she had hurt (Y/N) beyond imagination. She had not been able to believe herself when she had spoken so cruelly, not thinking before the words had already escaped her. She had tried to make it better, to ask her to wait, not to leave the room before she could explain better, but (Y/N) had only turned around, telling her not to bother before she left without another word. She had deserved it to be fair. She had stuttered, thoughts jumbling together, and ended up saying the wrong things. She had felt cornered and betrayed when (Y/N) had asked her for the truth. So after all these years, all it took was one conversation with them for (Y/N) to be angry at her? After everything she did for her, their side of the story impacted her that much? Maybe she had been naive to think that her best friend would have wanted her side of her story too, instead of throwing accusations as if she had already made up her mind about the truth. They were (Y/N)’s soulmate, of course, she was at a disadvantage in the argument.

Her anger did not prevent guilt from flooding her mind. Raya groaned, annoyed at herself.

“I never told you it was me, you came to that conclusion by yourself.”

The audacity she had to look into (Y/N)’s eyes and tell her that still baffled her. Maybe she had been angry about the whole argument. She couldn’t control her emotion, that was something. But to tell (Y/N) that kind of thing… She had known it would hurt her. Raya had felt defensive, and hurt that her friend would be so angry at her for helping. However, it couldn’t explain why she had felt the need to hit back, throwing words she had known would be hard to swallow. Raya threw her head into her hands, growing. Did she have to say those words?

Anger did not explain why she behaved that way. Raya pinched her lips. Jealousy was a terrible disease, it seemed. She almost laughed darkly at the thought. Raya had always been a rather jealous person. First, of her sister. Then of a bond linking eight people together. Then of (Y/N) with how easily she gained fans and popularity. Then lastly with (Y/N)’s soulmates. How could they be so lucky to have been gifted (Y/N) as a soulmate, reject her, and get a second chance? Why couldn’t it have been her? Was she not loyal enough, not caring enough? She had given (Y/N), Moon, everything she had to offer. Had that been too little?

She had foolishly hoped that it would have been something, that it would have changed something with her fate. When her own soulmate died, Raya firmly believed that if she ever were to get another chance at love, it would be from someone who also lost their soulmate. And (Y/N) looked like a gift from the stars. After everything she had gone through, Raya had found her person. A precious woman who would rather die than betray her. (Y/N) had been a broken soul when they met, yet that had not altered the strong personality she had. She was generous, loving, and giving… Raya believed she had never met someone who cared so much for her. After all those years of living in her sister’s shadow, someone finally saw her for herself, not as someone’s sister or someone’s daughter. She had found someone who loved her, who cooked for her, who took random selfies with her, who confided in her and she did the same in exchange. (Y/N) had lost her soulmates, severed the bond, and covered the mark with a tattoo. Had that not been an explicit enough sign that she would never return to them? Had that not been enough for her to start believing that maybe one day, once (Y/N) healed, they could have a future together?

Raya had been too naive, it seemed. Snorting, she realized how strongly she had believed that maybe one day, they could have had their happy ending together. She had believed that she would always remain by her side. Maybe she had been too hopeful, thinking that she had a chance just because she had believed that (Y/N)’s bond was no longer a threat. Could she ever beat the link one feels with their soulmate? She probably couldn’t. The only thing she had left was…

That abomination of a sister.

The one who took everything from her and whose lifeless body felt like it would take Raya’s soul to her grave with her. She wanted to scream, to yell, to destroy something, and for a short second, her mind wandered to dangerous edges.

How long would it take for her sister to die if she were to strangulate her?

The thought almost amused her. As a nurse, she could find very creative ways to participate in her sister’s demise, why had she bothered so long with that living corpse? Would (Y/N) forgive her if she were to kill the one who almost killed one of her soulmates? The idea felt too enticing. Her sister was so unresponsive, it would almost be too easy to do something, anything to put her out of her misery. She would just need to put her hands around the pale neck of her sister, and apply pressure-

Her mind suddenly quietened, dangerously silent, while her body froze.

Raya jumped back, hands leaving quickly the throat of her sister before she could do anything; before she could leave any mark. She had not even realized that her hands had moved, that she had actually followed her thoughts and acted upon them, but her body had moved before she could get a hold of herself. She panted, breathing heavily and irregularly as she shivered with terror. What had she been about to do? She was a nurse. She was supposed to save lives, and take care of people, not use her medical knowledge and access to patients with physical weaknesses to endanger them. What the hell just went through her mind to go that far? She had barely touched her sister’s skin but it had already been too much. What if anyone had seen her? What would have happened if she had done it? Raya stuttered back into her chair with trembling hands. Tears rolled down her cheeks while she tried to calm herself down. She had almost done the unthinkable. She had not done anything, thankfully, but the way her body had moved terrified her. She had been perfectly silent, almost as if she had expected a yell from her sister. She needed to compose herself. She tried to repeat to herself that she had not done anything, and her hands did not apply any kind of pressure. That had only been in her head. The rest had not happened. What was left of her sister was very much alive. Raya gritted her teeth. She hated her with everything she had but it was not a reason for her behavior. What else was she capable of?

A silent pair of eyes suddenly had settled on her, void and empty, yet strangely focused. However, Raya never noticed them, too overwhelmed by what almost happened.

Take one step forward, take two steps back.

That was exactly how Jungkook felt once (Y/N) disappeared into her room and did not come out of it the next day. It had felt so soothing to be able to be there for her, for his presence to alleviate the pain, even if it wasn’t much. He had hoped that maybe it would lead to more. Not a lot, just more of them as a unit. However, it did not. Or at least, not as of now. (Y/N) was nowhere to be seen. Jungkook knew that she was inside. Her shoes and her coat were there; everything was left untouched. Jungkook wanted to knock on her door, to ask her if she needed anything, yet somehow, he didn’t think that it would be appreciated if he did. Maybe he needed to wait for her to come back to him, just like she did the day before. (Y/N) probably needed to think over everything, breathe, and focus on herself for a little.

Jungkook could understand, he truly didn’t mind. He just wished there was something he could do to help. He cooked breakfast even if she didn’t show up. He believed that maybe if he left it on the table and disappeared, she would come out to at least eat. However, she didn’t. Her breakfast was still on the table, her tea had gone cold, and maybe his hopes dropped a bit at the sight. He knew that he should be disappointed, yet he couldn’t help the sigh that escaped him. Maybe he should have knocked on her door to at least let her know that he had prepared breakfast for her, but he didn’t feel like it was something he was authorized to do, for some reason.

It was dreadfully silent, almost deafeningly. Jungkook could hear his own heart thumping painfully, his head hurt a little at the feeling. He lay down slowly, huffing a bit in annoyance at his own weakness. He knew his body was just seeking his soulmate. Yet, even if this reaction got him closer to her in the first place, he couldn’t help but wish to regain his autonomy. He didn’t feel trapped, but he knew that he was still required to stay here. Not only because his body told him to, but because he knew that the health of his soulmate also depended on him. Hence, even if he had not been brought here forcefully, he still felt the pressure on his shoulders.

Jungkook tried to shake those worries away, after all, he wasn’t the only one in this situation, (Y/N) was also in this condition. His health was also her responsibility, as much as he despised the idea of imposing himself in her life. It was still the reality of their situation. One couldn’t go too far from the other without hurting them. She had a decision to make with the others, though he didn’t want to disturb her, he knew that his presence was already too much, so how would she accept to be part of their lives?

Jungkook hoped, he desperately hoped that she would choose them. He truly wanted to whine and tell her that she could take all the time that she needed as long as she came to them one day but he knew better than to let his selfish self act up. The whole Raya thing was a bit deal for her, she was probably overwhelmed. Jungkook couldn’t expect an answer so soon, even if he was craving to hear acceptance from the lips of his soulmate. Maybe it was also his bond speaking. Since his body was aching because of the distance from his soulmate, his mind was trying to find other means of comfort, and other links to her, however, those links didn’t exist. She wasn’t staying with them, they weren’t living a comfortable and happy life of a bonded group. His mind and body were tired. Jungkook was tired, and in his foggy state of mind, the only thing he wished for was to curl up close to his soulmates. And all of them preferably.

Jungkook groaned, knowing it wasn’t possible. Resting an arm over his eyes, he tried to calm down, maybe he could take a short nap. It would maybe clear his ideas and help him with his overall exhaustion. Alas, his phone rang loudly next to him. Not moving, Jungkook didn’t take the call, letting the ringtone echo in the room. He sighed softly when it stopped and sighed, annoyed when the phone rang again a few seconds after.

Jungkook turned on himself, reaching for his phone as he saw Jimin’s name on the screen.

“Hyung, what do you want.” Alright, maybe there were other ways to greet his soulmate, but he was annoyed and tired. Jungkook just wanted to nap, for fuck’s sake. He wasn’t asking for the moon, was he now?

“I’m… glad that you miss me, I miss you too.” Jungkook chuckled at Jimin’s dry answer, “and to say that I stopped my game to call you just because your bond was pulling. Ungrateful brat.” Jungkook’s eyes opened slightly at that, and a small smile gently crept up on his face.

“I do miss you, m’ sorry. I was trying to nap, but my mind can’t seem to shut the fuck up, and then you called so I snapped at you. I shouldn’t have, though, sorry.” It got silent on the other side, and for a second, Jungkook wondered if Jimin had hung up on him.

“Wow, Jeon Jungkook recognizing that he is wrong? Without bickering first? What happened, are you alright? Wait, are you even Jungkook?” Well, maybe Jimin did deserve the previous greeting Jungkook offered because the younger man really wanted to just hang up.

“Fuck you.”

“Oh my, you sure are snappy today. What a charming prince you are, dear soulmate.” Jungkook groaned again.

“Why are you calling, it sure can’t be the only reason.” Jimin chuckled at those words, knowing that he was caught right from the beginning.

“Can’t hide anything from you, can I? I wanted to ask you if you wanted me to come, or to meet somewhere. I can feel your anxiety and it’s stressing Yoongi-hyung. Although he told us he was fine, he’s clearly uneasy, you know hyung.” Oh, he definitely knew his hyung, trying to give everyone the space they needed to neglect his needs in the process. It was a habit that the six of them were trying to erase. It wasn’t easy, after all, habits die hard, and Yoongi was a stubborn person. But they wouldn’t give up on trying to make him speak up about his needs and wants.

“I’ll… I’ll ask (Y/N) about it. I don’t know if she’ll be fine with you coming though…” He knew he sounded obviously suspicious, being that vague, but Jungkook wasn’t sure about what was happening between him and (Y/N). He didn’t have any other way to put it without crossing lines. Jimin noticed it instantly, sighing softly on the phone.

“Is she okay?” Jungkook looked at the ground, unsure how to reply. There wasn’t a good answer to this question, he thought.

“I’m not sure. She hasn’t come out of her room since yesterday after we shared a slice of lemon cake.” Jungkook was too nervous about the whole situation to wonder about Jimin’s silence.

“You made a lemon cake for her?” Jimin was obviously baffled, not mad, maybe a bit unsure, but certainly not mad. It took Jungkook a while to understand why his soulmate sounded so surprised, but once he pieced the puzzle together, he grinned softly.

“Ah, I promise next time I’ll make sure everyone’s here to have some. Though, hyung… It’s funny, it’s also (Y/N)’s favorite cake.” Jugnkook whispered, almost giddy at the information. It was not something the media was aware of, nor information that fans had. It was a little something just between them, and the fact that everyone’s favorite cake from Jungkook was a lemon cake, made him happy. It was stupid, really. Just a little detail but somehow, it made him feel as if destiny had not messed up fully. As if, indeed, (Y/N) had always been there to fit in. Maybe he was looking at that with too much sentimentality. He shouldn’t get that excited over cake preferences, and yet he couldn’t find it in himself to stop the blooming feeling in his chest. It didn’t remove his uneasiness, but he definitely felt his cheeks warm up at the thought.

“It’s her favorite? Really?” There was a short pause before he continued, “that was unexpected.” Jungkook heard the implications of Jimin’s words, even if the older man didn’t say it: she’s just like us. He thought about it too, after all.

“Yeah, I was surprised too, but it’s cute. Somehow, it fits us. It feels like home, in a way.” Jungkook didn’t hear Jimin’s sharp intake of breath, too caught up in his own little world, yet Jimin’s voice brought him back to Earth without a warning.

“I do understand what you mean, but I don’t think you should imagine stuff like that…” Jimin murmured while Jungkook froze, “I understand, trust me I do. I wish it could be our home too, that she could be part of what we call home, but we don’t… We can’t, not as long as she didn’t take a decision. Yoongi-hyung was right about that, and we both know it. I think, deep down, we all do. I don’t want you to hurt yourself more than you already did.” Jimin was looking after him, he knew that, but he couldn’t help the defeated sigh that left his lips. He wished everything could just be easier for them. Hadn’t they suffered enough?

“I know…” Neither of them said a word, their bond was enough to understand each other without speaking more than that. Disappointment and hopelessness were easily shared through their connection, and Jimin decided that it was enough. Maybe he couldn’t do much about (Y/N) without being invasive and insensitive, but Jungkook… Jungkook, maybe he could help him, at least.

“Ask (Y/N) about me coming to see you, okay? Send a message and I’ll come wherever you want us to meet.” Jungkook nodded with a small smile despite Jimin’s inability to see him.

“I will, see you, hyung.” Jungkook didn’t want to move from his position, yet as he put his phone down, his feet led him in front of the door he had wanted to knock on for the past few hours. He looked at it, almost nervous, before gently knocking three times. He truly hoped that she was awake and that he wasn’t disturbing her. He could have sent a message, maybe it would have been easier. Yet, while he started overthinking, the door cracked open, and (Y/N)’s pale face appeared on the threshold. She didn’t utter a word, questioning Jungkook silently as she watched cautiously his every move.

For a second, he wished he could be swallowed by the ground.

“Hey, uh… I’m sorry if I woke you up…” She blinked a few times at his words, as if trying to process what he just said.

“I was awake. No worries.” Her voice sounded empty, disconnected from reality. Jungkook flinched ever so slightly, worried about her but not knowing if it was his place to ask.

“I know it’s probably not the right moment to ask this, but would you mind if Jimin were to come here to spend some time with me? You don’t have to join us, I just…” Jungkook wondered why he saw a glint of guilt in her eyes as he talked. Maybe she had noticed that he was desperate for some comfort from his soulmates and she had denied him without really meaning to. She had not been set on avoiding him, and yet, she had disappeared in her room, leaving little chances for him to find comfort in her presence, or lack thereof. Maybe it was that same guilt that pushed her to agree with a silent nod, retrieving to her room without noise while the door closed again.

Jungkook sighed, taking his phone back in his hands before texting Jimin the address.

God, he wished everything was easier.

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darkjimxn · 19 days

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The Crab Cult || PJM

Summary: a new year of university has begun, but the crab cult remains the same as it's always been.

Pairing: archmajor!Jimin x archmajor!reader

Genre: university au, smau, crack

Warnings: none

A/N: why am I obsessed with Jimin's pfp?

Masterlist || Profiles || Chapter 1

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heottokes · 7 months

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𝐚𝐜𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞. 62. say yes

acquiesce v. to accept something reluctantly but without protest. two strangers are trying to rewrite their story that was already written for them but to do that they need each other. yoongi needs y/n to keep his only dream alive and y/n needs yoongi to keep her secret hidden. so the two strangers form an unlikely alliance of playing pretend.

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Yoongi’s grandfather welcomes you to his home warmly. The house was quiet unlike the first and last time you visited. You followed him outside where he was sitting before you came over. A half played baduk laid out on the floor. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” He asks as he sits back down. He gestures for you to sit across from him, and you follow while Yoongi sits in between the two of you.

“We wanted to visit you before we make our summer break plans.” Yoongi explains. His grandfather only nods as he continues the game. He moves his piece and gestures for your turn. As you contemplate your move, Yoongi continues. “Did you hear? About Jack Trader?” His grandfather hums while watching your move. “Did you have anything to do with it?”

You both turn your attention to Yoongi. You look at him with shock and confusion at his insinuation. His grandfather laughs. “Why do you think I would have anything to do with it?”

“He has managed to get away with it for this long. Bribing and extorting his way out of it. All of a sudden, he resigns. And there’s a whistleblower coming forward that’s not going to be silenced?”

Yoongi’s grandfather makes his next move and crosses his arms. “And if I did have something to do with it?”

You pause seeing Yoongi’s apprehension. “Why would you do that?” He sighs frustrated. “I didn’t ask you to do that, and I don’t want to owe you anymore than I already do.”

“The moment I met y/n, your debt to me was gone.” Yoongi’s shoulders relax and a look of shock covers his face. “The moment I knew you were willing to give up your dreams for her sake, I knew it was love.” Yoongi couldn’t help the blush that took over his face. You smile sheepishly as well. “I would have done anything for your grandmother; the love of my life. She always wanted to me retire early and travel with her. I wanted to keep working even though I love her. I eventually did and we spent time together like we always talked about. But now she’s gone, I realised I didn’t leave enough time.” His voice was soft and melancholic. His gaze somewhere far away. “How can I hold it against you when it was for love?” The words Yoongi wanted to say didn’t come out. He grew up knowing his grandfather as the toughest person he knew. Harsher and colder than his parents. Unforgiving and unrelenting. He never gave special treatment. He never bent the rules. Yoongi grew up disappointing him. He wanted Yoongi to continue as his father’s heir. Follow through the family business. When Yoongi asked for his help, he wasn’t surprised when he asked for what he would get in return, once a businessman always a businessman. It didn’t surprise Yoongi when he said he wanted him to intern under his father so he could take over the business. But now, he’s changed his mind? No, he has a change of heart. Yoongi finds it hard to believe. “I don’t want to have any more regrets when it comes to you, Yoongi.” His grandfather continues seemingly reading his mind. “I don’t want to ruin any more of my relationships. I don’t want to only leave my money and business behind. I don’t want you to live a life you don’t want.” Yoongi tears up at how his grandfather speaks about his life. How he acknowledges his limited time.

“Thank you; for everything.” The two hug for the first time in a long time.

━━━☆

“So now that we’re all graduated, what’s next?” Namjoon asks the group. After the graduation ceremony, everyone celebrated with their own classmates. Then, celebrated with their families after. The entire group only had time to meet up a couple of weeks after. “I got a job with a not-for-profit that focuses on mental health issues.”

“That’s so cool, Joon!” Adora commends Namjoon as did everyone else.

“I already signed with a label.” Hyewon says not surprising anyone. Everyone congratulated her as she raised her beer as a thanks.

You all sat in a circle on foldable chairs. The sea breeze refreshing as you dig your feet in the sand. The small bonfire is the main source of light. “Hobi hooked us up under his parents’ label.” Jungkook answered.

“I already booked some gigs for magazines and fashion week.” Taehyung informed proudly.

“I’m shadowing my dad for a couple months before I get an official position in his company.” Jin says. “What about you two?” Jin directs the question to you and Yoongi who are the last ones to answer.

Everyone went around talking about their plans and futures, but you stayed quiet. You hadn’t thought about it. Your parents most likely already planned for you to work with them. Yoongi hadn’t told you his plans either. “Paris,”

“Paris?” You and the entire group repeated Yoongi’s answer in shock.

He looks at you with a boyish smile. “Wanna go to Paris?” You were flustered and butterflies swirled around in your stomach. “I know, we haven’t discussed it, but we should get away just the two of us. Before we get busy with this new chapter of our lives.” You couldn’t contain your smile ignoring everyone’s comments about the romance. “What do you say?”

“Yes,”

━━━☆

“I never thought I would be in Paris.” You sigh dreamily as you look at the city lights.

“Jin mentioned you wanted to take Joon here when we got back from our trip. Sorry, you’re here with me instead.” You laughed at his apology.

“Are you kidding?” You close the distance between the two of you and lay your hand on his chest. “There’s no one else I’d rather be here with than you. I just meant Joon would appreciate this city.” He hums placing his hand on top of yours. “I can’t believe you still remember that. That was like three years ago?”

“I remember everything about you.” Your heart swells at his affection. You couldn’t help but think about how far the two of you have come. From sitting awkwardly across each other, plotting your lies and forced interest to sitting on a balcony overlooking the Eiffel Tower and confessing your mutual love for each other like it was the first time. “What are your plans when we get back?”

You sigh replacing your hand on his chest with your head. He wraps his arm around you, and you take in the scenery in front of you. “I don’t know. I’m surprised my parents haven’t told me what my plans are.” You chuckle at their odd behaviour. Did they have a change of heart like Yoongi’s grandfather? You didn’t want to even entertain the idea and give you a gleam of hope. But if they did, you didn’t know where you would start. Going back to esreservations was not an option. You will keep in touch with Hyori, but you don’t want to put yourself and the people you care about in danger again. “What about you?”

“I still have until the end of this year until the lease on my studio is up. Probably work on new music, release and promote it, and get signed by a label.” You nod solemnly. Everyone knows what they’re doing but you. As if he read your thoughts, Yoongi squeezed your shoulder. You look up at him and he gives you a smile. “Let’s call your parents tomorrow, ask them if they have any plans for you. If they do, we can talk about if you want to do it.” You laugh at the idea. Saying no to your parents? That would be a first. “If they don’t, then we’ll figure it out together.”

“That sounds nice.” For once in your life, you made a decision for yourself. You outweighed the risks against the benefits and took a leap of faith. For once, you didn’t have a plan. You broke the rules. You went against everything you knew and believed in. It turned out to be the best thing you ever did. Because of it, you met Yoongi. You found your people and made unbreakable bonds with them. Because of it, you are in love and are experiencing moments to remember for the rest of your life. Because of it, you know there is no need to worry. The best things come without any plan or calculation. The best things will come if you let it and say yes. The best things will come because it was always meant to be.

[a/n] ok here it is! the epilogues are out so this means the completed end to acquiesce for good. not sure if anyone will catch onto the callbacks from the previous chapters but if you do, you're amazing :O

thank you so much for reading my series (i know i say this all the time but it is because i truly mean it from the bottom of my heart). i appreciate every single show of love for my writing. love you all and hope you enjoyed this series

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apotatomashedbybts · 3 months

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[Character Moodboards]

Min Yoongi

Graduated from SNU with a major in Music.

Four years older than Jimin.

Unwilling member of the Seoul Drug Cartel, The Hwanggeum.

Smokes when he loses his calm.

Likes everything that is black, sometimes white too.

Generally avoids people but is good when he HAS to interact.

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Park Jimin

A sweetheart.

First year at SNU in Literature major.

Likes everything that is pastel and cute.

Tends to overthink.

Lost his parents in an accident when he was 3years old.

Best friends with Taehyung since High School.

Taehyung's parents adopted Jimin, so technically Taehyung and Jimin are brothers.

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Kim Taehyung

Thinks himself a professional detective.

First year at SNU in Criminology major.

Loves Sherlock Holmes.

He sniffs out mystery in everything.

If it isn't his problem, he'll make it his problem.

Emotional support, best friend and brother of Jimin.

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Kim Seokjin

Last year at SNU in Photography major.

Rich af.

Campus heartthrob.

Often does foodblogging.

So smart that Criminology majors wanted him to switch majors.

Crushes on Namjoon but is scared to tell him.

Roommates with Jimin.

Former roommate of Hoseok.

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Kim Namjoon

Last year at SNU in Literature major.

Loves reading.

Optimistic (most of the time).

Works as a part-time librarian assistant at the College Library.

Has a crush on Seokjin since first year but thinks Seokjin doesn't even know him. (Not so optimistic here.)

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Jung Hoseok

Second year at SNU in Performing Arts major.

Loves dancing and partying.

Another campus heartthrob.

Somehow knows every dorm residents of the university.

Won't hesitate to tell you to fuck off or you suck.

His cousin is Jungkook.

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Jeon Jungkook

First year at SNU in Photography major.

Loves partying.

Will benchpress you if you take his food.

Strong af.

Won't agree but he loves his Jin hyung.

Roommates with Taehyung.

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[Prologue]

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vminity21 · 1 year

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Chapter 11: Rock Hard Chest to Poke - Tails of Love | pjm

- Bangtan meets the Veterinary World -

Warning(s): profanity, mention of sex, mention of alcohol/hang over

Tag list: @ficlibrarie , @emwy11 , @yoonoclock , @gukniverse , @theceraunophilegirl 💜💫

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katnisspeetaprim · 9 months

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Part of the Always, Us series

A.N. So I thought this would just be a super cute idea to do this! I will probably write an actual one shot for the wedding day soon!

M.list

#Bts #Bts x reader #Imagine #One shot #Scenario #Reaction #Drabble #Smut #Fluff #Angst #Kim seokjin #Min yoongi #Jung hoseok #Kim namjoon #Park jimin #Kim taehyuhg #Jeon jungkook #Idol!au #Social media au

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jsmaux · 10 months

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Tattoo Parlour x Flower Shop Jungkook Au

in which jungkook is an up and coming tattoo artist, constantly expanding his portfolio with his 3 friends, and yn has finally managed to open her first flower shop after years of dreaming about it. what will happen when he moves into the studio next door?

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masterlist x

0.5 yns friends

0.5 jungkooks friends

1. it’s finally happening

2. i love my job

3. i’m in love

4. n e ways

authors note - PLEASE READ!

5. tba…

6. tba…

7. tba…

8. tba…

9. tba…

10. tba…

tba…

#bts social media au #bts #smau #social media au #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #jeon jungkook #min yoongi #park jimin #kim taehyung #jung hoseok #jhope #yoongi #jungkook #namjoon #jimin #taehyung #jin

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hxseok-honee · 2 years

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sundress || part 33.5 [smut]

sundress [part 33.5] || “I love you”

previous || masterlist || next

a/n : [baby you’re so anxious, you can’t take it // can we take this off and get naked?] naked x doja cat

ahem,,,, welcome to my first ever smut???? minors DNI????

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Thursday, 10 February, 12:14pm

“We should have sex-”

“Good fucking lord, I’m going to pass out.”

Yoongi paces the room, running his hands through his hair and tugging on the front of his uniform, trying to get some form of cool air circulating around his body. He stops short, yanking his phone from his pocket and opening the text thread with Y/n again.

Nope, it’s definitely still there. That one pesky message - Y/n proposing that they have sex. That they finally cross the biggest line they’d drawn when this had all started. The thought sets his nerves alight all over again, and he’s shoving his phone back into his pocket like he isn’t going to repeat this process after two more minutes of pacing.

“It’s fine, everything’s fine. Just calm the fuck down, it’s not a big deal. Just-”

Just your childhood best friend admitting that she wants to have sex with you.

Yoongi groans, throwing his head back as his thoughts keep him from relaxing. He has no idea why he’s this nervous. Well- no, he definitely knows. He knows it’s because it’s her. He knows that, if she were anyone else, he wouldn’t feel so affected. He knows that, if she actually does want this, he’s probably going to have a meltdown. Just the simple thought of having sex with Y/n makes his brain stall and his heart flip dangerously. What’s he supposed to do if she actually comes up here, if she actually follows him up from lunch? How’s he supposed to make it through-

The door creaks open behind him, and he spins around so fast that he almost trips and falls. Y/n’s standing at the door, one hand on the knob as she peers nervously over at him.

They just stare at each other, the air between them thick with tension, and Yoongi feels like he probably should say something to lighten the mood. But as he’s opening his mouth to crack a stupid joke, his mind flashes back to what this moment might lead to. Back to every time this moment has crossed his mind, every painfully vivid dream he’s had about this. Every time he’s come so close to going too far, every time he’s almost admitted how much he wants her. How much he thinks about her at night and - embarrassing as it might be - how he uses his alone time in the shower.

He knows she hasn’t been ready for this, that the idea of sleeping with him has overwhelmed her until now. It hasn’t been an option for them… but now it is. Now it is an option for them, and he honestly has no idea how he’s supposed to process that.

“Yoongi…?”

Yoongi blinks, coming out of his thoughts and focusing on the girl that occupies them, day and night.

Y/n’s closed the door behind her and is standing in front of it, watching him anxiously. She smiles shyly when he meets her eyes.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to…”

Yoongi’s eyes widen, and he shakes his head frantically, moving toward her.

“No- No… Sorry, I was just… lost in my head. But…” He stops in front of her, eyes flitting around her face, searching for any sign of hesitation. Any indication that she might not be ready for this.

He doesn’t find one.

“Are you sure that… I mean, do you really want this…? I don’t want you to do something you might regret later…”

At his words, Y/n relaxes visibly, a smile of relief tugging at her lips. Of course he was just worried about her.

“I thought you were the one having second thoughts…”

Yoongi grins, overcome with adoration for this girl in front of him. He steps in, shaking his head as he takes her face in his hands. When he lays his lips on hers, he feels the tingle that shoots down his spine. And he knows she feels it too when she inhales sharply, her fingers coming up to rest on the belt loops of his slacks.

They don’t go any further than that, Yoongi pulling back to examine her. She only stares back, face warming shyly the longer he looks at her. Shaking her head in bemusement, she smiles at him.

“What are you thinking about?”

He stares a moment longer, trying to come up with something to say - anything that will reassure her that he wants this as much as she does. But all he can think about is how she would look underneath him, and he can feel himself becoming embarrassingly hard at the thought. So instead he says-

“I just… don’t know if I’m going to be able to hold back if we do this…”

Well… it’s not what he’d meant to say, but it seems to do the trick. Because he watches as Y/n’s gaze loses its innocence, leaving nothing but desire in her eyes as they drop to his lips.

“You expect me to have a problem with that?”

There’s a moment of nothing, one where Yoongi’s just trying to register what she’s saying.

And then, without another word, he’s slipping a hand behind the curve of her neck and pulling her in, smashing his lips to hers. She responds immediately, arms sliding up and around his neck to keep him close. He only steps in, forcing her back against the door as he kisses her with everything he’s got.

He can feel her hands snaking down the front of his shirt and back to his belt loops, but he doesn’t react until she’s pulling his hips flush against hers. A breathy moan leaves him at the contact, and he’s pulling his lips from hers, only to attach his mouth to his favorite spot under her ear.

Reaching up, he cards one hand through her hair, pulling taut. When she moans in his ear, her fingers loosen their hold on him, but Yoongi’s not having it. His other hand slides down to her ass, keeping her pressed against him so she can feel how much she affects him. How hard she makes him.

Y/n feels like her brain is overheating - the sensation of Yoongi’s mouth on her skin as he presses into her is too much, and she’s not totally sure how she’s gonna make it through this if she’s already feeling this needy. It seems like he can maybe sense how she’s losing herself, because he pulls away at that moment. For a second, she thinks he might be giving her a break, but then he’s meeting her eyes, his own gaze burning hot.

“Get on the bed so I can show you who you belong to.”

Y/n’s jaw drops, and Yoongi wants so badly to smile at how cute she is, but he manages to restrain himself, only cocking an eyebrow and waiting for her to do as he says.

She does after a moment, but not before taking the front of his shirt in her hand and pulling him in for another kiss. She walks to the edge of the bed like that, keeping his mouth on hers until the back of her knees are hitting the mattress and she’s forced to let go.

When she bounces down on the bed, she realizes she’s managed to land herself in a very interesting position. Because Yoongi’s towering over her now, meaning she has great access to the quickly growing tent in his pants. She swears she sees it twitch when she stares for just a moment too long.

“See something you like, babygirl?”

Y/n wants to roll her eyes at how corny that line is, but then Yoongi’s taking her chin in his hand, lifting her gaze to meet his. For someone so nervous not even ten minutes ago, he looks extremely confident standing over her like this, like he can make her do anything he wants. The realization that he probably could has warmth pooling in her panties, something that has her face burning.

She only reaches forward in response to his question, never breaking eye contact, and makes quick work of popping the button on his pants. Just as she’s finished pulling the zipper down, however, Yoongi releases her chin, his wrist snapping as he slaps her hand away from where he wants her most.

The resounding crack of his skin on hers has her gasping, and she finds herself pressing her thighs together when he leans down. His other hand comes down on her shoulder, roughly shoving her back on the bed until she’s propped up on her elbows. He presses down into the mattress as he leans over her, his gaze hard.

“You still haven’t learned not to touch me without permission?”

Y/n feels her resolve leaving her - as if she’d had any to begin with - and she whimpers an apology.

“Sorry… I just wanted to-”

“Wanted to what, Y/n? Wanted to touch my cock that bad? Are you that greedy?”

Y/n groans, falling back on the mattress. The way he’s talking to her right now has her nerves on fire, her tummy flipping with butterflies as she watches him glare down at her.

“Yoongi…”

His eyebrow twitches again, and his head tilts to the side. It feels like he’s mocking her, his gaze unwavering and full of fake concern.

“I don’t think you meant to call me that, princess.” His smile is insulting, and Y/n wants nothing more than to open her legs for him. She’s deeply grateful that she’d gone so many years without seeing this side of him - if she’d known he was like this, she’s not sure that she would have been able to resist him.

“Please… Can I touch you, Daddy?”

Yoongi’s smile widens then, and she catches a glimpse of the boy she’s always known. The sweet one who can’t help but be fond when she gives him what he wants.

She hates that it only makes her want him more.

Yoongi jerks his head up toward the top of the bed then, telling her silently to go get comfortable. She scrambles to do as he says, setting her head down on the mattress and spreading her legs to give him space. Her skirt falls up toward the top of her thighs, and she watches as Yoongi’s eyes flick automatically down to her panties. The smirk he shoots her lets her know that he’s seen the wet patch there.

But she doesn’t have time to feel embarrassed, because he’s immediately climbing on top of her, settling in between her legs and caging her in as he leans down to kiss her. His lips are searing hot, and Y/n almost reaches up to hold onto him. But then he’s pulling back and glaring down at her in challenge. She only pouts up at him.

“Please?”

He scoffs, leaning in again and nodding once he’s got his lips on her again. He mumbles a response against her mouth.

“Only because you just can’t seem to keep your hands to yourself.”

Y/n flushes, but it doesn’t stop her from carding her fingers through his hair, nails dragging against his scalp as she does so. He moans into her mouth, giving her the chance to push her tongue past his lips. Yoongi presses his hips into hers in response, and they both moan at the relief it gives them.

Slowly - so slowly that Y/n barely notices - Yoongi shifts just enough that he can pull at the buttons of her shirt. His mouth never leaves hers, not even when he gets the last button and can push the fabric over her shoulders. Y/n helps him get it off of her, and then she helps him again when he reaches behind her and undoes the clasp on her bra with one hand, the garment loosening on her body before she can even realize what’s happening.

She doesn’t have time to process her clothes hitting the floor, because Yoongi’s immediately pulling away from her and dragging his lips down her chest. When he latches onto one of her nipples, his hand coming down to play with the other, Y/n’s back arches, and she moans loudly, not having expected him to move so quickly.

She starts to pull at his shirt, desperate to undress him, but she can’t really do much once Yoongi catches her wrist in his free hand. He pins it to the bed roughly, going so far as to open his eyes and glare at her through his long eyelashes, never once backing away from the attention he’s giving her breasts.

Only when she starts to really squirm under him, not even a few minutes later, does he pull away, staring down at his chest and admiring the way he’s marked her up. Y/n tugs at his shirt again, grumbling under him.

“I swear to god if you don’t let me take these fucking clothes off…”

Yoongi smiles wide, his tough exterior gone because she’s just that endearing, even now. He lifts up to meet her lips again, not saying anything about how she pops the buttons of his shirt impatiently.

As soon as it’s joined her clothes on the floor, she’s reaching between them, pushing at his slacks, still undone from earlier. They slide off of his hips easily, and he kicks them the rest of the way off.

Y/n starts to unzip her skirt, but Yoongi’s quick to stop her, a sheepish grin sent in her direction.

“Keep it on?”

Y/n huffs in disbelief, shaking her head despite the smile on her face.

“You’re something else, you know that? What, you want me to leave my panties on, too?”

It’s a joke, and Yoongi knows it, but that doesn’t stop him from sitting up and resting back on his ankles as he reaches under her skirt. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of her panties, smiling impishly when he sees the way her eyes widen.

“If you wanted me to take them off that bad, you should have just said so, baby.”

Y/n props herself up, her gaze hot as she reaches out and takes the elastic band of Yoongi’s boxers in her hand. He stills, the action making his stomach flip nervously.

“I’m ready if you are, baby.”

She smiles mockingly up at him when she says it, but they can both see the nerves setting into each other’s eyes. The realization that they’re really going to do this.

Yoongi releases her panties, letting his hands drift down to her thighs, where he rubs comforting circles into the skin there. His voice is soft when he speaks.

“Still sure you wanna do this? Because we can stop… if you’re not 100% sure…”

Y/n sits up until she can rise to her knees, matching his height when she runs her hands over his chest and shoulders comfortingly. She nods, smiling at him sweetly.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything… I trust you.”

She always knows just what to say. Yoongi feels his nerves drifting away, and he nods back, letting out a sigh.

“Sorry… I guess I’m just nervous…” He knows she can tell, because he’s playing with the hem of her skirt, pulling at a stray thread to keep his hands busy. He looks her in the eye, an anxious smile tugging at his lips. “You kinda… make me nervous…”

She blinks in surprise then. She knows that Yoongi treats her differently, knows that he’s always aware of her and what she needs. It’s because of that that she’s confident he would without a doubt take care of her needs, that he would never leave her unsatisfied. But she hadn’t realized that he might actually be nervous about it…

“What are you nervous about, Yoon?” She reaches up when she asks, pushing his hair out of his eyes and cradling his face in her hands. He leans into her touch, closing his eyes as he relaxes into her. His palms spread warmly over her waist, thumbs kneading circles into her sides.

“Just… wanna make sure that I do this right… that I make you feel good… that I don’t cum in less than five minutes…”

Y/n snickers at his last comment, and his eyes fly open, a pout forming on his lips.

“I’m serious! I don’t want to disappoint you by finishing too early- I don’t even know if I have condoms!”

He looks panicked then, like he’s about to jump up and tear the room apart for a condom. Y/n just smiles widely, pulling his face in so she can kiss him before he goes on a rampage.

“Yoongi, I’m on birth control. My mom made me start going to St. Mungo’s after Christmas. You don’t have to worry about the condom.”

Yoongi looks shocked and a little embarrassed, both because he hadn’t noticed that she’d started taking potions and also because her mom totally doesn’t trust them… with reason, of course. But still, it’s a little awkward, so he doesn’t think about it too long, opting instead to listen as Y/n keeps talking him down from his incoming panic attack.

“And I don’t care if you finish early. I’m not gonna judge you if you can’t last long - shit, I don’t even know if I can last long.”

He smiles then, shaking his head.

“It’d be kinda hot if you couldn’t last long, though…”

Y/n scoffs, eyeing him in disbelief.

“And you think I wouldn’t find it hot if you finished early? Imagine how big my ego would get - the Great Min Yoongi, dethroned by the best pussy he’s ever ha-”

Yoongi throws his head back, his laughter echoing through their bedroom. Y/n loves to hear it.

“Okay, alright, I get it - Even if I can’t make you feel good, at least I can boost your ego-”

Y/n snorts, pulling him in for another kiss. She lets him guide them back down to the bed, glad that he no longer seems nervous. He pulls away after a moment, smiling down at her in embarrassment.

“Any chance in hell that you’re still wet after that slight detour?”

She only tilts her head to the side and smiles up at him.

“Why don��t you find out for yourself?”

Yoongi clicks his tongue, a breathless laugh leaving him as he leans in to kiss her.

“You’re pretty smooth, you know that?”

Y/n giggles when he mumbles the line against her lips, deciding not to respond and to let Yoongi take over once more.

He doesn’t disappoint, his playful kiss fading into something more heated. Pushing his tongue past her lips, he smiles at the way she arches her back when he brushes his thumb over one of her nipples. When she cradles his head in her hand, keeping him close, he lets his hand drift lower, lets himself enjoy the way her breathing gets heavy when his fingers start dancing beneath her skirt.

And when he finally presses up against that pretty little wet spot he’d seen earlier, he lets himself enjoy the way she moans into his mouth, the way her legs fall open for him.

He starts slow, rubbing slow circles against her panties. He knows it’s going to annoy her, and when he turns out to be right - when she starts impatiently grinding down into his hand - he decides that his goal is to frustrate her until she snaps.

He waits until that little wet spot turns into a much bigger wet spot, and then he pulls away from her mouth, smiling when she glares up at him.

“What’s wrong, babygirl? Don’t like the way Daddy’s treating you?”

Y/n rolls her eyes then, not realizing that Yoongi’s just waiting for her to run her mouth.

“I’d be doing a lot better if you would just do a little bit more-” Y/n’s breath is cut short when Yoongi stops completely, lifting his hand and wrapping it around her throat with so much certainty that only then does she realize that he’s planned this.

“You wanna try mouthing off again?”

Y/n feels herself clench when he whispers against her ear, and she’s letting out a quiet apology before she can stop herself. Yoongi only scoffs in response, releasing her throat in favor of sitting up and leaning back on his heels again.

When he hooks his fingers into her panties this time, Y/n can’t find an ounce of doubt in his eyes. Seeing him so confident makes her squirm, feeling needy again.

Yoongi lets her panties drop to the floor, hands going to her knees and guiding them open. The way he stares down at her has Y/n shifting nervously, and she grows shy the longer he looks. But when she finally decides she wants to close her legs, one glance up at Yoongi tells her not to try it.

Because he’s finally meeting her eyes now, gaze heated as he drags his hands up and down her thighs.

“Aren’t you just the prettiest little thing?”

Y/n feels her stomach drop deliciously - it’s unfair that he always knows exactly what to say to her. But he’s not the only one.

“I bet it feels just as good as it looks… Daddy.” She smirks up at him, watching as his eyelashes flutter at her words.

Never breaking eye contact, Yoongi slides his hand up her thigh, brushing the pad of his thumb up against her clit. When she inhales sharply, he raises an eyebrow, a knowing smile growing on his lips when he does it two, three more times.

He runs his fingers through her folds - he’s giving her a break, obviously - and watches as she squirms under him. But she never breaks eye contact, and he’s gotta give credit where credit’s due.

As soon as his fingers are soaked enough, he rubs circles over her clit, growing rougher the longer he goes. Only when she moans his name does he relent, dropping his middle and ring fingers down to play with her entrance.

“Feel good, baby?”

He’s proud at how quickly she nods, so he dips his middle finger in, a reward for her good behavior. She clenches around him right away, and although he’d only meant to tease, he finds that he really wants to keep going.

Y/n feels her head spinning when Yoongi thrusts a finger into her, the sensation building when he curls it upward toward himself. She really doesn’t know how she keeps it together when he adds his ring finger, because the stretch has her moaning embarrassingly loud. He only smiles, grinding his palm into her clit as he fingers her. He does this a few more times, and she just knows he’s watching her fall apart, because the moment the coil in her stomach starts to tighten, he’s drawing his fingers out. She whines in annoyance, hearing him snicker above her.

“Something the matter, princess?”

Letting her eyes drift open, Y/n glares up at him, panting heavily.

“You know exactly what’s wrong.”

He only smiles, guilty as charged.

“I have no idea what you mean, baby.”

There’s a pause, and then Y/n’s squinting up at him, letting her foot slide forward on the bed.

As soon as she makes contact when the front of his boxers, he’s hissing loudly, flinching away from her. He couldn’t possibly have been dumb enough to think she’d forget about him.

Y/n presses her foot onto his tented shorts, watching with pride as Yoongi’s jaw drops, his eyes rolling back for just a moment as he lets out a quiet moan.

It doesn’t last long, Y/n’s ankle finally snatched up in Yoongi’s free hand as he glares down at her. She just smiles innocently up at him.

“Seems like you might need a little relief yourself.”

Yoongi cocks an eyebrow.

“Yeah? Got any ideas?”

Y/n says nothing, only letting her knees fall open further. As soon as Yoongi looks down at her - as soon as he remembers how wet she is - he’s swallowing hard, hand coming down to palm himself through his boxers.

Y/n sits up, pushing his hand out of the way and replacing it with her own. He inhales sharply, keeping his eyes on hers as he feels her grab at the band of his shorts. He lets her pull them down this time, shutting his eyes briefly at the cold air on his burning hot skin. Just that moment is enough time for Y/n to reach down and take him in her hand.

Yoongi slumps forward, forehead falling to her shoulder as a moan rips from his throat. He reaches blindly for her when she starts stroking him, taking her sweet time with torturing him as he grips at her waist. She’d given him handjobs before, and he feels like he shouldn’t be this sensitive to her touch, but he’s never been this hard before.

“Baby, please… please, I’m not gonna last long like this- Y/n, please-”

Y/n relents then, hearing the desperation in his voice and deciding to cut him some slack. He sighs heavily, relaxing into her.

“Fuck, that was close.”

The room is quiet for a moment, but Y/n never misses a chance to take a jab at her favorite boy in the world.

“Yoongi?”

“Hm?”

“Are you gonna fuck me, or am I gonna have to take care of it myself?”

He doesn’t miss a beat, not even bothering to lift his head from her shoulder.

“I’d love to see you try to finish this yourself with nothing but those cute little fingers.”

Y/n purses her lips, hating that her core already aches at the memory of his fingers inside her.

“I guess I’ll just have to try until you decide to replace them with something better.” And with that, she leans away from him and falls back on the mattress, watching him scramble to keep his balance after she’d abandoned him.

She doesn’t even bother pretending like she’s going to touch herself. Yoongi’s already kicked off his boxers the rest of the way and is climbing over her, caging her in again. He leans in, pressing his mouth to hers in a heated kiss and smiling down at her when he’s done.

“You weren’t really gonna touch yourself without me, were you?”

Y/n rolls her eyes in annoyance.

“I will if you don’t fucking do something already-”

She cuts herself off with a gasp, unprepared for the way Yoongi’s grinding against her, rubbing himself against her folds.

“You were saying?”

She growls under her breath, reminding herself to give him a hard time later for not knowing when to shut the fuck up. She would do it now, but she’s growing increasingly distracted by the way he’s teasing her entrance. Her stomach bursts with a swarm of butterflies, finally realizing that she and Yoongi are about to-

The moan that leaves Y/n when Yoongi pushes into her would be embarrassing, but she can feel his fingers digging into her hips with bruising force, can hear the way he moans her name in her ear as he bottoms out. She doesn’t have time to feel embarrassed, not right now and certainly not with him. Never with him.

“Yoongi, fuck-”

He pulls out and slides back into her slowly, waiting until she’s ready before he lets go of his self-control. It takes a few seconds, but eventually, she’s squeezing his biceps and clenching around him, telling him everything he needs to know.

He thrusts harder this time, savoring the way she pulls him in for a kiss and moans against his lips. Rocking into her, he screws his eyes shut, overwhelmed by her.

“You feel so good, Y/n-”

Lifting himself onto his elbow, he keeps kissing her, muffling her moans with his lips as his hips snap into hers. Her nails dig into his shoulders, and he can’t say he’s not excited to see how scratched up he is later. He wants to see it - wants to be reminded of this moment every time he looks in the mirror.

Pulling away from her, he contents himself with just watching - watching how her back arches, how she throws her head back when he slides in at a certain angle. How she looks up at him, sweaty and panting and smiling so prettily when she whispers-

“I love you… love you, Yoongi…”

Yoongi’s heart stutters when the words reach his ears, only worsening when he realizes that she’s just mumbling it over and over again, a mantra of his name on her lips every time he thrusts into her. His brain fills with that white-hot static he’s gotten so used to whenever she’s around, and he has no idea what to do except repeat it back to her as he presses his lips to hers. Feeling her everywhere. On his skin. In his head. In his heart. He feels her everywhere, hears her everywhere. He loves it, loves this. Loves her.

Later, he’s not going to have any explanation for why this is the moment that he’s pushed over the edge. He’s not going to be able to understand why this is the moment that his hips stall, why this is the moment that he spills into her, moaning her name while she cries out for him, her own orgasm crashing over her as she clings to him. He’s not going to know how to deal with the feelings that’ll come after this moment, not even going to realize that she’s feeling the same things he is until much later.

But right now, he doesn’t need to know any of that. He doesn’t need anything, not when she’s here with him in this moment, fully and completely his.

#bts au #bts smau #bts social media au #bts texts #bts hogwarts au #min yoongi #yoongi x reader

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