#namjin are just trying to be good parents
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Taehyung: *listening to a YouTube video* You are my fire...
Hoseok *quietly*: The one desire...
Yoongi *half-asleep*: Believe when I say...
Jimin *not looking up from his phone*: I want it that way.
Jungkook *bursting in* TELL ME WHY...
Everyone *unenthusiastically*: ain't nothin' but a heartache.
Jungkook: TEEEEEELLLLLL ME WHY...
Everyone: ain't nothin' but a mistake.
Jungkook *pointing at Taehyung*: Now V!
Taehyung: I never wanna hear you say...
Jungkook: WOO!
Everyone: I want it that way.
Seokjin *in the other room*: So those are our kids?
Namjoon *sitting across from him, aggressively downing his tea*: Those are our kids.
#bts incorrect quotes#bts#yoongi#jungkook#namjoon#jimin#taehyung#seokjin#hoseok#namjin are just trying to be good parents
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Your recent post about bily naming their kids makes me wonder how the pack would raise their kids. Ik those pups would be the most spoiled i can see jinnie as a dad (mom??) to the clingiest omega pup
i have like- one angsty thought about their omega pup but its more with yoongi than anything else. i just imagine that for the others his sleep was like...mostly normal? like i think the pack has a schedule down to a science with nighttime feeding and honestly namjin are all over that sleep training shit but...when it comes to their last pup, the only omega in the bunch. yoongi's never going to be able to get any sleep.
it's probably just that they look so much like the m/c, and he can't shake the feelings of dread and fear he gets when he looks at her little face and thinks of all the worlds hurts that could get to her. i bet he pulls himself over to the sleeping nest (a kind of portable bassinet so that newborn pups can sleep in the pack nest but still protected and cocooned) sitting up and holding the side of it, so so so sleepy but unable to close his eyes.
maybe no one notices his insomnia at first- because yoongi's always up when she wakes, that he's always got her in his arms when she starts to stir- he's got great parental instincts with all the pups (hell- he's practically their oldests primary parent with how much namjin's little alpha looks up to papa yoongi 🥺) so it's not surprising to the rest of them that yoongi seems just as attached to her.
until they realize the bags under his eyes, and how unwilling he seems to be to part with her even during day time, i bet one time the m/c and joonie wake up for feeding and yoongi's there and he just...can't let namjoon take her from his arms 🥺 something in his body isn't letting his hands let go. and he hiccups before he starts crying.
and all of a sudden they're all on him cupping his cheeks and kissing his tears away- the pup settling in his arms at the smell of so many /safe/ scents so close. "i can't shake it, the feeling that if i close my eyes something bad will happen to her. she's so small. she's so little, and the world is so so big and scary" maybe they settle him by letting him sit behind the m/c while she tends to the little ones hunger. his nuckles rolling against the pups milk chubby cheeks as they suck. all while namjoon gets up to get a warm cloth and some water for yoongi's headache.
they finally settle their beta by letting the pup sleep on his chest- some good old skin to skin contact that helps settle both of them. and namjoon promises he'll stay awake so that he can watch over all of them and make sure nothing happens to the pup. it's with the touch of his pack alpha that yoongi finally finally sleeps, big hand on the pups back his other hand clasped in the m/c's while she watches her mate and her pup fall asleep 🥺
"he really loves her alot." namjoon would peck her head, then the pups, then yoongi's. "we all love her alot, shes a peice of you and a peice of tae afterall. "do you think he'll ever stop worrying?" "do you ever stop worrying about the other pups?" and the m/c thinks of the toddlers, the alpha bunches- jin's first- a boy, the offical leader, then her first and then jin's second and only female alpha- the way the three of them are thick as theves, always getting into mischeif and running this way and that- kidnapping the neightbors cat and trying to cook 'unicorn vomit" by combining eddible glitter, whipped cream, and mnm's, or just in general cusing havok.
and the oldests only 7 so far.
the m/c aquiesses, "good point alpha 😅" "see, i make lots of good points, you usually just don't listen to them."
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Namjoom appendicitis?
Thanks for the request! <3 I hope you like it! I've got two other sick Namjoon requests completed which I'll be posting today as well. I managed to get so much writing done yesterday and I'm excited to share it all!
Pairing: Namjin (platonic intentions but read as you want) || ft. rest of the member briefly
Words: 2570
Warnings: Emeto || Graphic Descriptions of Illness || Appendicitis || Fever || ER Trip || Hospital Admission || Mentions of surgery/scaring || Slight angst
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Namjoon pulls the thermometer out of his mouth. He looks down at the digital reading- 37.8. It’s not a terrible fever, but he wants a second opinion before making any decisions for the day. He carries the thermometer to his hyungs' room and knocks on the door.
Seokjin answers, toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. He looks quizzically at Namjoon, looking the younger member up and down for any sign of distress. When he eyes the thermometer in hand, he forgoes any greeting and just invites Namjoon inside. Yoongi is nowhere to be seen. He must have already been downstairs with the others. “Hyung, I have a fever.” He shows Seokjin the thermometer, but the device has since turned off. He curses slightly under his breath and sticks the thermometer back under his tongue.
Seokjin rolls his eyes with a fond chuckle. He rushes to the bathroom to spit out the toothpaste in his mouth while Namjoon fidgets with the buttons. When Seokjin returns, Namjoon’s taken a seat on the edge of his bed with the thermometer sticking out of his mouth. Seokjin takes in Namjoon’s appearance. He doesn’t look sick. Maybe he looks a little tired and worn out. But don't they all. But it’s odd. He knows Namjoon’s also not one to complain. So he assumes it must be serious. He places a hand on Namjoon’s forehead while they wait for the thermometer to beep. It's a little warm, but Seokjin’s not concerned. It could easily just be the leftover warmth from being tucked into bed.
The thermometer beeps and Namjoon pulls it out. 37.9. Again, a pretty low grade fever. Namjoon looks at the number dejected. Seokjin clicks his tongue, “I guess you do have a little bit of a fever, Joonie. Is anything else bothering you?” He doesn’t want to minimize Namjoon’s feelings. The leader came to him after all, presumably for help.
“Mmm, my stomach aches, a little, I think?” He clutches his stomach while he speaks. It really feels like minor complaints. But he can feel it in his gut. His intuition is telling him something's not right.
“Like you’re going to throw up?” Seokjin asks for clarification. He’s starting to assume Namjoon caught a stomach bug in the early stages. Arguably the best time to catch it.
Namjoon shakes his head, “More like cramps. It hurts, like aching.” There’s a whine in the leader’s voice that is categorically not Namjoon. “I’m just not feeling very good today, hyung.”
Seokjin’s torn. Namjoon’s not exhibiting any symptoms that would justify a day off. He’s pretty sure his parents have sent him to school with higher fevers in his youth. And they always have cramps and muscle aches from the choreography rehearsals. But Namjoon never over exaggerates. Namjoon has never overplayed symptoms to get a day off. He usually doesn’t even recognize his body might be trying to tell him something until it’s too late. Seokjin doesn’t know what he should do. “Namjoon-ah, do you want to stay back today?” He asks, realizing Namjoon never actually made any kind of request. Maybe Seokjin's got the leader’s objective all wrong.
“Of course not.” Namjoon admits vehemently, like the very idea offends him. He softens a bit before he continues. “But I don’t want to hold the group back. And if I'm sick, I might make trouble for you guys."
“I’ll keep an eye on you, then.” Seokjin promises with a wide smile, “Just let me know if you start to feel any worse. I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.” Namjoon nods, returning the smile graciously. They both finish getting ready and leave with the rest of the group.
The day starts off with a grueling 6 hour rehearsal. And it's not even the slow step-by-step breakdown rehearsal. It is a back-to-back full run through of all the songs in their set list rehearsal. The worst kind. But with concerts coming up, they need to be solid on all of their movements. They need to have every transition down. They need to have the positioning, posing, and posture all perfect. And if they don't, they'll run it through from the top.
It's only been an hour and Namjoon's struggling to keep up. He's sweating more than he usually does during a full choreo run through. More than he does during a concert, even. He blames the fever. Of course it's intense choreo, it's hot in the studio, and he's wearing all black. But he knows the fever is to blame. Because despite everything, there's a faint chill deep in his bones.
And the cramp-like feeling he acknowledged earlier is more intense. He wonders if he pulled a muscle or bruised himself. There's an ache deep in his lower belly that makes it impossible to stand up straight without yelping out in pain. He's really only moving his arms anymore. And taking baby steps from side to side. And even that little bit takes everything out of him.
In one misstep, he manages to take out Taehyung and Yoongi in the formation. The song stops abruptly. Jimin and Hoseok help Taehyung and Yoongi off the floor and check for injuries. Thankfully there aren't any. Seokjin rushes to Namjoon's side, having witnessed the incident in the mirror.
"Sorry, Tae. Sorry, Hyung." Namjoon apologizes, still hunched over and very much out of breath. "My fault."
Taehyung's quick to brush it off with a swift “no harm done" and gets back into formation. Yoongi goes back to formation as well, ready to start the song over. But he eyes Namjoon suspiciously as he does. Whatever's going on, it seems Seokjin's in on it.
Seokjin pulls Namjoon off to the side of the studio. He puts a hand on Namjoon's forehead and finds that he's burning up. His fever is way higher than it was back at the dorms. He's surprised it had spiked so much so quickly. "Namjoon-ah, you need to sit down." The older man strongly suggests.
Namjoon takes a step but winces in pain. He presses his hands over the lower right side of his abdomen. Eventually, he finds his breath, the pain quelled for the time being. "I told you I didn't want to make trouble.” He complains, inching closer to the formation.
Seokjin’s ready to put his foot down about the situation. He’s ready to call a medic and have Namjoon escorted to the dorms, or the clinic if Namjoon’s really not feeling that well. “I really think you should-”
Namjoon cuts him off. “I'll be okay. I can manage." the leader replies through a clenched jaw.
Seokjin doesn't believe it, not even for a second. They still have hours left of rehearsal. But Namjoon’s old enough to make his own decisions. And he’s wise enough to lead the members to the forefront of the global stage. Clearly, he must know what he’s doing. Seokjin bites his tongue. He does second guess his decision from that morning. Maybe he should have forced Namjoon to stay back at the first sign of illness. What was he thinking?
He comes to the resolution that Namjoon will wear himself out. He’s nearing his limit, then he’d be able to rest peacefully knowing he pushed himself as hard as he could. Seokjin wordlessly vows to pay closer attention to the leader as he hangs on to the last of his energy. To start, he doesn't let Namjoon rejoin the formation until he drinks at least half a bottle of water. He's sweating bullets from the fever. The last thing they need is for him to be dehydrated.
No one asks any questions when Namjoon rejoins the formation. They can all see he's not at 100%, he’s barely pushing 50%. But Seokjin took care of it, whatever it is. So they unanimously and silently decide to go easy on him. They're all more mindful of their own positioning around Namjoon, making sure there's no further collisions when the leader doesn't move like he's supposed to.
They're midway through the 15th song when Namjoon bends at the waist and heaves a puddle of water onto the floor. Again, the music stops abruptly but this time the members don't brush it off. Seokjin rushes to Namjoon, easing him to the floor as he continues to vomit heavily onto the polished hardwood. At first it’s just the water he drank. But it soon becomes everything he’s eaten in the last two days.
"Alright, hyung. What's going on?" Yoongi seethes. He's clearly worried and it's manifesting into anger. "What are you not telling us?"
Seokjin's rubbing circles into Namjoon's back. The puddle is growing larger by the second. And Namjoon's not showing any signs of slowing down anytime soon. Between heaves, Namjoon’s screeching out in pain, begging for help and relief. Jungkook swoops in with the studio trash bin and puts it under Namjoon's mouth in time for the next heave. He takes over holding onto Namjoon so Seokjin can address the frantic members.
"He wasn't feeling too well this morning-" Seokjin starts.
"-And you told him to come to rehearsal?" Jimin interrupts, sounding absolutely horrified. It's a very un-Seokjin thing to do. Usually, Seokjin's all about doting on his dongsaengs and making sure they take care of themselves. "You knew he was sick and didn't make him stay back."
"Jimin-ah, guys, I swear." Seokjin's quick to defend himself, "he didn't seem that sick. His fever was low. And he said he just felt cramps. I assumed it was just morning fatigue and he'd get over it." Seokjin feels the blame of the members, like skewers piercing through his heart 6 times over. He has disappointed his dongsaengs. He let Namjoon down. He crumbles under the weight of his own shame, collapsing onto his knees. He should have been a better hyung. "I didn't know he'd get so sick so fast." He sobs, "I'm sorry. I should have paid better attention." Tears pour freely from his eyes. "I'm so so sorry."
No one offers Seokjin any sympathy. They all rush to tend to Namjoon. Yoongi noticies the positioning of Namjoon’s hands on his stomach and it triggers flashbacks for him. His mind wanders to their early debut days. He remembers the stomach pains, the fever spikes, and the rolling nausea. He wouldn’t wish that on his worst enemy, and his heart aches thinking it’s happening to his best friend. “He needs to go to the hospital. Right now. I think his appendix burst.”
Jimin cringes at the mention, also having some residual traumatic feelings around Yoongi’s diagnosis and the pain Namjoon’s experiencing. But Jimin was never this bad. Thankfully, they caught his appendicitis early and were able to remove it before it ruptured.
Taehyung runs to find a manager and explains the situation. In a matter of minutes, Namjoon is rushed to the hospital. EMTs come to the same conclusion that Yoongi drew and he was rushed to an emergency surgical procedure as soon as the ambulance skids to a stop at the trauma bay.
Namjoon wakes up an indiscriminate time later in an unfamiliar room. He can’t remember anything after drinking water with Seokjin at practice. There’s clearly some pieces missing. He shifts to take in his surroundings and winces at a fresh pain in his side. When he takes a look, he sees the incision site and six neatly wound stitches holding two pieces of his skin together. Looking at it makes his skin crawl.
“Hyung, don’t look at it.” Taehyung’s small voice fills the room, drowning out the beeping of the vitals monitor for a short while. Namjoon hadn’t even known the rest of them were in the room. He cranes his neck to look at them, trying to do everything he can to keep his torso still.
“Welcome back, Joonie-hyung.” Jungkook greets with his wide bunny smile. They’re all huddled in the corner holding balloons, stuffed toys, get well cards, and a treats basket. For after he’s recovered, of course. “How are you feeling?”
“Hurts,” Namjoon groans, “What happened?”
“Your appendix nearly ruptured.” Yoongi explains, “You had to have surgery to remove it.”
“Surgery?” Namjoon slurs, glancing back at the scar above his hip. “Was everything okay?”
Hoseok chuckles fondly, stepping closer to Namjoon. “Everything went fine. You’ll be good as new in a few weeks. You’re pretty lucky, Joonie. You could have really hurt yourself today.” He holds onto one of Namjoon’s hands. “You need to tell someone when you really aren’t feeling well.”
Namjoon glances in Seokjin’s direction. The older man looks down, avoiding any kind of eye contact. “I did tell someone.” He remarks. The air in the stuffy hospital room fills with tension.
Jimin feels the tension like an elephant sitting on his shoulders. He corrals the members, Seokjin excluded. “Come on, we should give them some space.” He whispers to the members. But out loud he announces they are going to the cafeteria. He says he’ll pick something up for Seokjin and recalls that this hospital has the best rice pudding for Namjoon.
Seokjin and Namjoon are left alone in the room. They can both feel the awkward air between them. It’s a few minutes before either of them breaks the silence.
“Namjoon, I-”
“Hyung, wha-”
They both try to speak at the same time. “Sorry, you first.” Seokjin recedes immediately.
“I told you I didn’t feel good today.” Namjoon scolds, “I told you I didn’t want to make trouble for the group.”
Seokjin bites his tongue. It’s not often that Namjoon speaks to him in a scolding manner. Even though he’s the leader, he’s usually gentler toward the hyungs. Yoongi excluded, those two can go at each other’s throats. He wants to bite back that Namjoon also told him he didn’t want to skip rehearsal. And that he said he’d be fine to continue. But Seokjin knows he’s in the wrong. Everything Namjoon had said to him was muddled with fever and pain. He never should have listened to him. “You’re right, Joonie. I should have taken you to the doctor as soon as you told me you didn’t feel good. This is my mistake.” He admits, daring to move closer. He wants Namjoon’s comfort, though he isn’t sure he deserves it.
“You said you’d take care of me.” Namjoon’s breath hitches as he continues, wiping at his eyes. He doesn’t cry, but he wants to. Deep down he knows it’s not Seokjin’s fault. Since it was his appendix, he knows he would have ended up in the hospital regardless. Resting for the day wouldn’t have solved anything. But he still hurts. He trusted his hyung to guide him, to take care of him.
Seokjin doesn’t hesitate anymore, he rushes right in and consoles Namjoon. He rubs the younger’s shoulder gently. “Oh, Namjoon-ah.” He shushes, “I will always take care of you.” Namjoon leans into his hyung’s touch. He shouldn’t take it out on Seokjin. He can never stay mad at his hyung for too long. “I’ll do better. I’ll be with you while you recover, until you’re all better. Promise.”
Namjoon likes the sound of that, “Hyung, I’m tired.”
“Then sleep,” Seokjin squeezes himself onto the edge of the hospital bed. He doesn’t jostle Namjoon’s body but manages to wrap an arm around the leader’s shoulders. Namjoon rests his head against Seokjin’s shoulder and falls asleep before the other members return with food.
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A/N: As always, thanks for reading to the end! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please call me out for any errors you notice!
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Home, Part 3
Summary: Ji-Yah’s life is perfect. She’s a spoiled hybrid who lives a good life. She wants for nothing, and has never faced the ugly sides of the world, having been sheltered by her owner. Until something happens that upends that happiness, and she finds herself having to face the harsh realities of the world, even if she doesn’t want to.
Characters: Ragdoll cat hybrid!OC, panther hybrid!Jungkook, Golden Retriever hybrid!Taehyung, Husky hybrid!Hoseok, human!Jin, Namjoon, Yoongi and Jimin.
Pairings: Yoonmin, Namjin, Jungkook x OC
Warnings: Implied abuse, neglect, trauma, nightmares
A/N: Almost there with the parts that are done. Work is slow today so I might get all of them up today. Then I just have to write the rest.
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Yoongi taps his fingers on the steering wheel, watching the road. The Husky hybrid is still stiff in his seat, eyes also glued ahead. It’s quiet in the car, Yoongi choosing to keep the radio off for now. Usually he’d have some sort of background noise, but he didn’t want to make his new hybrid uncomfortable.
“So, Hoseok, how old are you?”
“My first owners called me Hobi. And I’m 27.”
“A year younger than me. My husband is 26, and our cat hybrid is 24. My husband’s had her since he was a kid. She’s been spoiled her whole life. She’s never really been around a hybrid who hasn’t been spoiled. I mean, she’s been around Jungkook who was rescued, but he doesn’t like bringing up his past. This will be an adjustment for her too. We’ve tried to prepare her, but with such short notice...I’m not really sure how she’ll react.”
“I’ve probably been through worse.”
Yoongi glances at the Husky hybrid as they stop at a light. “You shouldn’t have had to. If you ever feel uncomfortable or you don’t like something, you can tell us. We want to make you feel at home as much as we can.”
Hobi doesn’t say anything, keeping his gaze out the window.
The rest of the ride passes in silence, Yoongi leading Hobi into the house. Jimin and Ji-Yah are on the couch, watching some Disney movie. Jimin pauses it as they walk in, letting Hobi have a moment to adjust to the scents.
“You can take your collar off if you want, while we’re inside.” Yoongi says.
Hobi immediately unclasps it, letting Yoongi take it. “Thanks.”
“Hobi, this is my husband Jimin.”
“Hi, Hobi. It’s really nice to meet you.” Jimin smiles at the husky hybrid. “This is our cat hybrid, Ji-Yah.” Jimin motions to Ji-Yah who hasn’t moved from the couch. “Say hi.”
“Hi.” Ji-Yah says, Jimin trying to ignore her short tone.
Hobi stares at her for a moment before looking back at Jimin.
“I know it can take a bit of time to get used to new places. I’ll show you around, to your room, so you can get a sense for everything.” Jimin says.
Jimin shows Hobi the house, letting him see everything and take in the different scents. He’s hesitant, but Jimin can’t blame him. After everything he’d been through, he’d be wary too.
“This is your room.” Jimin says, turning on the light and letting him enter. “It was our storage room so there’s not much to it right now. There’s some clothes in the closet I picked up earlier today. Jin didn’t tell us what you had so I went out and picked up some things. We can go out later and you can pick out some things you want.” Jimin steps out in the hallway. “Bathroom’s down the hall. You’ll share with Ji-Yah. There’s some neutral scented shower stuff in there. I wasn’t sure what scents you liked. Towels are behind the door and there’s toothpaste and toothbrushes in the drawer. I know this is a lot to take in so I’ll let you settle in. You can come downstairs whenever you’re ready. We’ll be eating lunch in about an hour, if you’re hungry. Just yell if you need one of us, we’ll be downstairs.”
Jimin leaves the hybrid alone, wanting to give him space. He knows how stressful it must be for him. Ji-Yah had cried for two days when his parents had brought her home. Jimin can only imagine what someone who has gone from terrible home to terrible home must feel.
Jimin sinks back onto the couch, Ji-Yah curled up in the corner. “Hey.” He brushes her fluffy hair from her face. “We talked about this, remember?”
“I don’t like him.” She pouts.
“You’ve said one word to him. Give him time. He’s stressed out and probably scared and he has a reason to be. This is a completely new place to him and we’re new people. We have to be patient and let him adjust to being around us. Which means you need to treat him respectfully and at least be civil.”
Ji-Yah continues to pout, leaning her head against the arm of the couch. Jimin sighs, leaning back, Yoongi squeezing his shoulder. Jimin knew this wasn’t going to be easy, but he had hoped Ji-Yah would at least pretend to be nice. Looks like he wouldn’t be so lucky.
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“Hey, you’re just in time.” Jimin says as Hobi makes his way down the stairs. His steps are quiet and careful, tail tucked and ears back. “We’re having lunch. I did a little research on dog hybrid diets. It’s not all that different from cat hybrids. Just with less fish.”
Hobi nods, still standing near the stairs. “I-I guess.”
“You can come make yourself a sandwich, if you like. I have ham, turkey, I can cook up some chicken if you prefer.”
“No, no. I-I...” He tugs at the hem of his shirt, eyes on the floor. “No one’s...ever done this...offered me food...they usually just...give me whatever...after they’ve eaten.”
Jimin and Yoongi share a look, even Ji-Yah watching the Husky hybrid carefully.
“Well, here you can eat whatever you want, whenever you want. How about a nice ham sandwich? I’ll make it for you.” Jimin says, pulling out two slices of bread.
Hobi nods, still tugging at the hem of his shirt. Ji-Yah’s nose crinkles just a little, scenting his discomfort and his anxiety. She’s never smelled anything quite like it before. She hates it.
“Here you go.” Jimin says, putting the plate with the sandwich on the table. “You can sit at the table and eat.”
Hobi slowly moves forward, tense and on edge. He slowly takes a seat, glancing around before staring at the sandwich. Jimin sits in the seat between him and Ji-Yah with his own sandwich.
“Go ahead.” He says. “You can eat.”
“No one’s ever done this either. Let me sit at a table.” He finally says after a moment.
“We’re not like them.” Yoongi says. “You can sit wherever you want. Wherever you’re comfortable.”
Hobi hesitates for a moment before grabbing his plate, moving to sit on the floor against the kitchen island. Yoongi and Jimin don’t say anything, remembering all the stories Jin and Namjoon told them about Jungkook and how long it took him to readjust to a new setting.
Ji-Yah stares at the Husky hybrid, Hobi meeting her big eyes for a moment. They stare at each other for a while before Hobi finally breaks eye-contact, looking down at his plate.
Jimin slides Ji-Yah’s plate closer to her. “Eat.”
Ji-Yah looks down at her sandwich, suddenly not so hungry anymore.
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“You’re still pouting.” Yoongi says, running the brush through Ji-Yah’s hair.
“Jimin called me his cat.” She whimpers. “Does he not love me anymore? Does he love Hobi more?”
Yoongi stops brushing her hair, looking at the pouty, teary-eyed hybrid. “No, baby. Of course not. He called you his cat because that’s what you are. A cat hybrid. That’s easier for someone who doesn’t know you to understand than trying to explain that you’re his baby. You’re still his baby. You’re still my baby. We’re just...trying to help Hobi feel comfortable. He’s not like you. He hasn’t been well looked after. He doesn’t understand. So we’re trying to help him understand. But that doesn’t mean we love you any less.”
Ji-Yah sniffles, holding her elephant closer. “Okay.”
“I know this is a lot all of a sudden. But we want to help Hobi. We’re not asking you to be best friends right now. Remember like with Tae-Tae? How you had to get used to him?” Ji-Yah nods. “It’s like that. You don’t have to be close. Just be nice right now. Who knows? You might grow to like him.”
Ji-Yah gives him a look, making him laugh. He kisses her head, tucking her into her bed. He knows she’ll probably sneak into their room tonight, not that either of them will probably sleep much. Yoongi can’t stop thinking about Namjoon telling them about Jungkook’s first night home. Hobi wasn’t feral, like Jungkook, but he was in a new place. They had to be ready just in case.
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Ji-Yah wakes to whimpering. She sits up in bed, brushing her hair from her face. The whimpering is coming from the other side of the wall. Hobi’s room. She quietly slips out of bed, holding her elephant. She steps out into the hallway, glancing down at the cracked door of Jimin and Yoongi’s room. She should go to them, let them know. But she’s closer, creeping slowly towards the cracked door of Hobi’s room.
She carefully pushes it open, the nightlight in the hallway and the nightlight in the room letting her feline eyes see Hobi in the bed, tossing and turning, letting out little whimpers and whines every so often. She’s unsure what to do, watching the dog hybrid.
A low growl starts in his throat, Ji-Yah taking half a step back. His eyes are open, staring right at her. His growl is deep, a warning. She’s frozen, never having been threatened before. Hobi jumps from the bed with a yell, Ji-Yah taking off down the hall, flying through the door and onto Jimin and Yoongi’s bed.
“Hey, hey, it’s alright.” Jimin says, holding onto the shaking cat hybrid.
“I’ll go.” Yoongi says, putting on his slippers before leaving the room.
He turns on the hallway light, making his way to Hobi’s door. He carefully opens the door all the way, turning on the light. Hobi is huddled in the corner, head buried in his arms, knees to his chest. He’s shaking, ears flat against his head.
“Hey.” Yoongi says softly, slowly stepping into the room. He approaches the shaking dog hybrid carefully, not wanting to startle him.
“I didn’t mean it.” Hobi whispers, Yoongi kneeling down next to him. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”
“Shh.” Yoongi shushes him, carefully putting his hand on Hobi’s head, petting him. “I know. I know you didn’t. It’s okay.”
Hobi lets out a shuddering breath, Yoongi continuing to stroke his head. He can feel the spots on his head, the places where his hair has thinned. He knows he’ll have equally as fluffy hair as Ji-Yah when he’s healthy. Yoongi can feel the bones in his shoulders as he squeezes them gently, making his heart clench. He knew what it was like, not being able to eat. But Hobi’s was because of his neglect at the hands of his previous owners.
Yoongi makes a pact with himself then. Hobi wouldn’t be going anywhere.
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My Thoughts While Watching Memories 2020 Discs 1 - 3
Had multiple people ask me to post my thoughts and feelings about moments from memories as I make my way through the DVDs. Here are my thoughts condensed and definitely not all of them or over everything from the first 3 discs! 💜💜 Like I said before, I typed most of this out as texts to @1imstillme3 and I'll mostly be copy/pasting over here with some refinements and adds in. If you are not wanting to see spoilers for things in the memories DVDs and talk about moments that happen, please just skip over this post!
Disc 1
BangBangCon The Live
Track list:
Dope
Boyz with Fun
Like
Just One Day
Jamais Vu
Respect
Friends
Short snippets of UGH and Zero O'clock
Black Swan
Boy With Luv
GoGo
Anpanman
Spring Day
This whole first Disc was just the concert performance. It was amazing, as we should all know. My favorite performances personally were Boyz with Fun (Tae and Hobi! And they were all just having fun!), Just One Day (Jin and JK with the rose! the smiles!), the previews of UGH/00:00 (their voices, their engery, Jimin! Yoongi!), the units (i love them so much. Namjoon having a blast in particular and Vmin giggling at the end), Boy with Luv (the umbrellas!!) and Gogo (Jungkook! Their energy!). I'm bad at narrowing things down. Sue me. Also Jungkook laying directly in front of the TV with a giant smile watching Vmin perform friends and then comparing his pinky to Jimins as soon as Vmin get back to the group makes me SOFT. Hobi making bracelets for all the members over Vlive and then giving tbem out to everyone in between songs was the sweetest freaking thing. He is the sweetest man in the world. Protect him. Including ARMY in the group hug at the end was insanely adorable.
Disc 2
BangBangCon Behinds, including VCR, Rehearsals, Dance Practice and D-Day making films:
It was the absolute cutest. Bang bang con morning of interactions and how they all showed up to the set were almost separated by unit which was funny. The 2seokkook unit with Jamais Vu. And then NamGi and Vmin showed up at varying times together too. It was cute.
Hobi, Jin and JK are eating before they get ready for Bang Bang Con and they are 100% parenting the hell outta JK 🤣 worried about his sleep, how he is eating, if he is getting enough sunlight. "I told you to get 30 minutes of sunlight a day, it's good for you" JK just smiling and nodding along.
Hobi leading dance practices and giving advice is one of my favorite things to watch. Like 100% absolutely. And Jin worked so hard, relearning the choreo on his own time since he had to miss group rehearsals the first 2 days.
Jimin took charge a lot during practice with the umbrellas, it was really nice to see him working so hard to get the details right. Hobi stayed later than everyone to review details of their practice all the time and remember what they needed to work harder on the next day. Just main dancer things
Jimin praising Tae for his idea to do BWL with Umbrellas and the different things he came up with for the performance. And then both Jihope reaching over to touch on him and praise him. It was so sweet and cute.
NamJin saying that their families were watching BBC together too 😭😭 all so precious. It is obvious they all worked so so hard to give us the best show they could. It was clear that it was odd and weird for them to do this performance for the first time without ARMY but they made it work. Yoongi kept saying make some noise anyway and Jin kept trying to include us in their conversations regardless. JK kept reading the comments and being so cute. I love them so much!
Disc 3
MOTS7 Dance Practice Film:
Remember the clip of JM teaching Tae cartwheels and how soft it was? What they didn't include was JK being junping when he saw them and teasing V by saying HE can do cartwheels and being like I can even do it on both sides. And then did some cartwheels and almost kicked Jin in the face 🤣🤣🤣 Suga also was so perplexed. He was asked what are you doing like 3 times and finally was just "No really. Why are we doing cartwheels right now? What is happening?" And JK was doing his cartwheels and vmin totally ignored him to continue doing their own thing. Namjoon also was asking why they are doing this right now and was confused. Lmao just Maknae line things I guess. But still that was such a cute moment with Vmin.
Jimin is so hardworking. So talented. He took charge so much with helping the members with things and with his solo dances here
Everyone complaining about being stiff and needed to stretch more because of so much practice. Everyone expect 3J, dancers extraordinaire.
MOTS7 Jacket Shooting Film:
Jin should be illegal omg. He bodied this whole shoot. Every single concept. But Especially the first one. My goodness.
3J have so much fun together. It's not stop laughs every single time they do anything and they slay it at the same time. One of my favorite units ever. There was SO MUCH jihope in the MOTS7 jacket shooting video as a whole. Hobi was all over Jimin quite often.
The pyramid photo shoot was the most chaotic thing I witnessed through this whole jacket shoot. They could not stop giggling. There was so much ass grabbing. JK laying his whole body on top of Jimin connecting at every body point, literally don't think he was on anyone but JM lol. Tae looked like he grabbed Jimin's ass at one point. Tae with his hands all over Jins hips. Hobi literally grabbing and shaking Jins ass. All the hands going everywhere. All the guys teasing each other, Jin yawning. Honestly was this just an excuse to touch each other? You don't need one! 🤣 Suga just peacefully perched on top of everyone else with no worries of being squished
Honestly this whole shoot was just them having fun and sharing their positive energy with each other.
Shadow and Ego Making Films:
When Jimin visited Hobi on the Ego set he said he drove 3 hours to see him. And got all shy when Hobi was telling him how good he looked and he was dressed so nicely. And Jimin said he wanted to look nice to see Hobi 🥺 All the other guys were recording for the album so Jimin couldn't stay long because he wanted to also visit Yoongi and then he also had to go and do some recording. They work so hard and Jimin still made sure he went to see Sope on their sets and you can see how much it meant to both Hobi and Yoongi to see him and get that visit. They both perked up and had more energy after Jimin left and they continued shooting. Jimin gave them so many compliments and told Yoongi how cool he was and the set was when he watched him shoot for a bit. And he brought them both ice cream treats. An angel
Sope were also so sweet and clingy even though they weren't together. Talking about each other and wondering how they were doing for their shoots since it was at the same time. Video calling each other during break. Getting videos from the staff of what the other was doing AT THE MOMENT on their set lol just the most precious bond 🥺🥺
Black Swan MV Making Film:
Remember how everyone was saying jimin was jealous of the taekook backhug at the end of the black swan MV shooting? Or that JK was trying to make him jealous or that they broke up. Or there was some kind of tension between KM? Yeah, we get like an extra like 3 or 4 minutes of them talking during that part in memories and through that whole time, TK are just looking at Jimin like he hung the moon and the stars as he laughs and talks about the MV. How they shooting in LA and how cool Hobi is for shooting CNS internationally here in LA before. And him smiling and looking fondly back at the both of them. Jimin was laughing and having a good time but also he was exhausted. When it wasn't his turn to talk, he wasn't as animated, he was tired. If he made eye contact with TK, he looked so fond at them, and if someone else spoke to him, he responded with smiles. He was so obviously not upset and TK weren't doing anything wrong and JK wasn't trying to be petty. He looked so in love with JM honestly. We know how much he liked Jimins black swan look.
I talk ALOT about my other favorite parts of the black swan memories stuff in previous posts. You can find them on my masterlist under "Jikook posts" and then "memories 2020" topic. My favorite moment from the black swan MV making is definitely the overly flirty way they were speaking to each other when Jimin was teasing JK about getting to go home before he found out that he had to stay late with JK to be his shadow. The way he used honorifics with JK and their tone of voice. The flirt level was intense. Lmao
ON Kinetic Manifesto Making Film:
Tkkrs speading a clip around of JK checking out Tae and making it seem like a sexual thing from On Kinetic Manifesto shooting film. Cutting out the before and after bits that are actually 3J all checking out and complimenting Tae on his temporary tattoos and outfit for the shoot since he just finished getting them done and finally joined the rest of the guys 🤣🤣 He was the last one out and made a wonderful entrance. His tattoos and outfit were striking and deserving of compliments. It wasn't a sexual check out it. It was a hype up session between the dance line. I loved seeing it. It also highlights yet again, the important of context. There was no full body "I want him" check outs. It was a check out of his new tattoos down his neck/chest and face. Which, understandable. Hobi also told him that he was bringing out his inner demon for the song. Loved it!!
Jhope while reviewing footage for ON, why did all the clips I see cut it before Jhope went "wow that was hot Jimin" after they saw his shoulder move. Jimin just yes, yes thank you. And them all saying that Jimin exposing skin would bring them in more views. Lmao the ARMY call out was NOT necessary.
Jins jacket was not silver?! They decided they had too many members in black jackets so they spray painted his black leather jacket on the set!
ON MV Making Film:
Jin acted out his feelings of despair during the ON MV with the dead Dove by imagining he had worked super hard to get to max level 100 on a game and then his account was deleted and he had to start over 🤣🤣 Why are they like this? I love them.
Jin, JK and Hobi were the only ones shooting on Day 1. Hobi scolded JK teasingly to make sure he lays down and plays dead properly during his scene. When JK got to leave first, Jhope asked him to wait for him and JK just was like "what?" No idea if he waited or ditched him for home. Lol
Tae being the sweetest boy while everyone else ate snacks during JKs solo shoot, Tae went and delivered and hand fed snacks to the crew that was around and camera men and fhen fed JK a snack as soon as the camera stopped rolling. He was making sure everyone who still had to be working still got to enjoy the tasty snacks 🥺 An Angel. We don't deserve him.
Vmin dancing and being so sweet together to show the young girl on set with them how to dance so that then she could do it with Tae too. He dipped Jimin and then dipped her and I melted. They are so good with kids. The smiles were SO BIG.
SBS Inkigayo Making Film:
Vmin accounts posting Tae tapping Jimins ass as they get ready to perform black swan. Jikook accounts posting JM tapping JKs ass in the black swan pose. Reality: JM tap JK ass, Tae tap JM ass, JM tap JK, Tae tap JM.... JK confusion 🤣 Vminkook ass tapping chain
Jin and Jimin bickering over the black swan inkigayo stage. Jimin teasing that he got a lot better but he needed to move back in time so thay JM could get in. Jin saying it was the stages fault because he can communicate with the stage and it told him to dance longer. Why are they like this?!
Please. Yoongi said the stylists dressed him up in a space suit and asked if they were sending him to NASA 😂 his outfit for Inkigayo week 2 performance lmfao
Taekook being silly with the choreo before practice and then convincing all the hyungs (with Jins help) to do finger hearts during the ON bridge part since it's the last performance for the show they are filming to show ARMY love. Everyone was trying to convince Hobi to do the heart thing on stage officially since it was technically their last performance for the show. And Hobi didn't truly get on board with it until Jimin did. And when I say Jihope main dancers and the unofficial performance directors for the Tannies, this is what I mean!
When they did the hearts for the stage, everyone laughing super hard at Tae's cute heart. Namjoon told him to do it the same way for the offical recording. And then giggling over JKs dramatic heart while he sings HIS heart out on the bridge. Everyone, except Jimin. Jimin looks so freaking endeared and fond watching that playback during JKs heart part 🥺 I melted. He loves him soooooo much.
Namjoon and Jimin talking about how sad they were that they weren't performing with ARMY is taking me out 😭 Yoongi giving Jimin his signature comfort smile as he passes by knowing Jimin is sad 😭 and JK coming up to rub his neck/shoulder briefly to comfort him. Omgggg.
Wow! Okay, so that's it for the first 3 discs. Obviously this isn't even close to everything that happened. I mostly just discussed what personally stood out to me. For more in depth stuff over some Jikook moments in memories, be sure to check out my masterlist. I'll post more parts to this as I make my way through memories if people want me too! Thanks! I hope you all have a wonderful day!
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Would I Lie To You? [MYG x JJK]
Yoongi’s not had it easy. For some reason - don’t ask him why, he doesn't know - everyone who touches him ends up spilling their darkest secrets. People don’t seem too fond of that, so he’s spent forever alone. An unfortunate encounter in a bar leads him down a road he’d rather have avoided, making him confront his past and look to the future for once.
Chapter 2: In the Beginning Was the Word
As a child, Yoongi was sweet and, generally speaking, happy. One fight in school changed that.
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chapter wordcount: 1.6k // fic genre + rating: SFW (15+)
work warnings/tags etc: past abuse, neglect, mafia!Jungkook, sad!Yoongi, established Namjin, endgame Yoonkook, angst with a happy ending.
chapter warnings/tags etc: mild injury, mentions of mental health problems, Child!Yoongi having a rough time of it.
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Yoongi started having problems with people touching him when he was about four years old. He’d started school decently: paid attention in class, was polite to the teachers, had some friends to chase around in tag and snuggle with for nap time. One day, though, he got in a fight after school while the kids who hadn’t been picked up were running around and waiting for their parents. It wasn’t anything serious – just your standard playground rough and tumble once someone gets big enough to think they ought to establish a pecking order. Yoongi was small for his age, an easy target, but he had a heap of confidence to make up for it, and although he ended up with a bruise on his cheek and a scuffed knee, he made sure his opponent went home looking worse. (Apparently, accidentally, he had ended up at the top of the pecking order.) When they were both escorted to the office to wait for admonishment, little Bambam was in floods of tears and Yoongi was feeling pretty pleased with himself.
By the time the talk was over, their positions were switched.
Quite reasonably, Yoongi had expected that his parents would be proud of him for standing up for himself and winning the fight. They might tell him not to fight in the future, but they would understand why he had done it, surely. Bambam hadn’t even been that badly hurt – Yoongi reckoned the other boy’s tears were a mixture of surprise at having found himself suddenly on his back on the grass and a classic manipulation tactic to garner some sympathy despite being the aggressor. There was no chance his parents were going to be mad at him, right?
Oh boy. Wrong. His father in particular was furious.
“We didn’t raise you like this, Yoongi,” he scolded as soon as the teacher explained what had happened. “You know that it is never acceptable to hit other people.” The immediateness of it stunned Yoongi, his usually sleepy eyes growing wide and his small mouth popping open. Normally when he did something wrong in public, a parent would give him The Look and talk to him quietly afterwards. He’d never been told off in front of other people before and he didn’t like it one bit. Especially since Appa had used his name – that meant he was in real trouble. Blinking slowly, he looked to his mother for reassurance but only saw was the frown she wore when she was very angry. It was the frown that always led to her sitting silently through dinner and going to bed early because, “I’m just very ready for today to be done, baby. I want to get rid of it.” Not good.
While Bambam was cuddled by his parents and had the little bump on the back of his head kissed better, Yoongi was led out of school with his father’s firm hand on one shoulder and stony silence from his mother. Eventually, his mother’s coldness and his father’s scolding got too much and he started crying. He wasn’t trying to get a reaction from them – he just felt so sad about being in so much trouble so unexpectedly. When the clouds are full, they rain; when Yoongi was upset, he cried. Apparently, though, that’s not how his parents saw it.
“Stop those crocodile tears at once, young man, or you’ll be in even more trouble,” his mother said shortly as the car turned onto their street. A distressed whine left Yoongi’s chest without his permission, and that was apparently the last straw. “I can’t do this. Hyunwoo, will you please sort him out.”
Yoongi’s father pulled the car into the driveway and put a calming hand on his wife’s shoulder, turning around to face Yoongi in his car seat in the back as he did so.
“You heard your mother, Yoongi. Quieten down. Now.” This time, Yoongi did his best. He held his breath as long as he could and kept his eyes open even as the view of his father opening the car door and undoing the straps of the car seat became blurred with tears. He could be good. He’d show them that he was good, that they didn’t need to be stressed about him. All that had been asked was that he not cry, surely he could manage that.
In fact, he was so good that he managed to sit through the whole of their silent dinner without crying, even though the atmosphere was decidedly tense and he had been told that he would be having water instead of juice and going to bed early for a week as a punishment for fighting at school. If that was what they thought was appropriate, they must be right. He should have behaved better. He would be better in future, and they would never have to be upset with him again.
Seeing how hard his son was trying, and how sensibly and readily he accepted his punishment, Yoongi’s father softened up once dinner was cleared away and he and his wife were settled on the sofa.
“Come here, baby,” he said softly as Yoongi stood awkwardly in the doorway of the living room. The boy’s lower lip trembled, and he stumbled towards his appa’s open arms for a cuddle. “It’s ok. We love you, yeah? So much. Our sweet little Yoongles.”
“I’m so sorry for fighting, Appa,” Yoongi sobbed into his father’s warm chest. “Sorry for letting you down. I won’t do it again. Promise.” A hand ruffled gently through his hair in response, and he felt a soft kiss pressed against top of his head.
“Good boy. It’s really important not to hurt other people, baby. You have to find other ways of dealing with things. You can always talk to the teachers, you know?” A small nod, and that was that. No need to talk about it anymore. They sat peacefully as Yoongi got all the sobs out, burrowing his face into his father and letting the warmth settle him. There was one person Yoongi still needed reassurance from, though. From where he was now perched on his father’s lap, fiddling absently with the neckline of his soft jumper, Yoongi twisted his head so that he could see over the arms wrapped around him, looking for his mother. She wasn’t in the living room, however.
“Eomma?” he called gently. The chest beneath his cheek rose with a sigh and his father’s hand started stroking his hair again.
“She went to bed, Yoongles. She’s had a hard day, but she didn’t want to interrupt us when she went up.” The little boy pouted hard and started sniffling again, so his father improvised. Any more tears and they would probably be able to fill the bathtub with them – and that meant a dehydrated child, which was no fun for anyone. “If we go up now, you can give her a goodnight cuddle before she falls asleep, hm? I think she’d like that.” Yoongi nodded but didn’t make to move. After a few seconds of amused silence from his father, he looked up sleepily, wrapped his arms around his father’s neck, and nuzzled close.
“Appa, carry,” he ordered. Appa laughed.
“Ok, baby. Appa’ll carry you. Let’s go.”
It didn’t take long at all to reach the dim bedroom where his mother was already tucked into bed. She turned at the sound of the door pushing open, lying on her back with her head turned towards her family, the frown still on her face. Yoongi struggled out of his father’s arms and climbed onto bed, clambering over to his mother and tucking himself into her neck as his fingers tangled in the duvet.
“Sorry, Eomma. Yoongi’s sorry. So sorry. Didn’t mean to make you tired.” One arm wrapped around his back on instinct as his voice turned thick and though his mother pursed her lips and remained silent, she moved her head slightly so that her cheek brushed comfortingly across his hair. Not having received the verbal reassurance he had been hoping for, Yoongi panicked a little and clung tighter. “Eomma, you’re… you’re not still angry with me, are you? You don’t… you don’t want to get rid of me?”
The grip around him tightened and one arm became two as Songha pulled her son closer. “Of course not,” she wanted to say. “You’re the most precious thing in the world to me, I would never get rid of you.”
Those were not the words that came out of her mouth.
Songha was exhausted and in the middle of a depressive episode and truthfully, at that moment, she was still angry and she did rather want her son to go so she could just sleep. Without any conscious decision on her part, those words spilled out of her and by the time she realised what had happened, Yoongi was bawling and Hyunwoo was looking at her like she’d killed someone as he gathered their son tightly to his chest and tried desperately to calm him.
A few more unfortunate incidents like that – at home, at school, at the supermarket – and they realised that for some reason, skin contact with Yoongi meant they couldn’t lie when asked a question. And as he grew, so did the… power. Thing. Soon enough it didn’t have to be direct skin contact. Eventually, there didn’t even need to be a question.
So, when Kim Taehyung, drunk as anything, touched Yoongi’s shoulder in Shadow to try and wipe off the soju he had spilt down this pretty stranger’s back, he found himself inexplicably telling everyone in earshot something he really shouldn’t have.
“My friend here just inherited his uncle’s mafia outfit-“
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Woooh the moodboard is so fucking adorable :((( The balloons make me think of a surprise party! Let's say Hoseok just got his first job offer as a backdancer of a very famous singer and namjin surprise him with a party in which they end up confessing they actually both have feelings for him. At first he's super confused but in the end he realizes he actually loves them both back that way🥺
bbyyyy idk why i left yours for the last round i'm sorry!! but let's get into it, i'm gonna try my best to make it justice and so that you like it!!!🥺💜
pairing: namjinseok
genre: fluff
hoseok was never fond of surprises. for better or worse, they always scared him. like that one time jimin agreed on taking him to a special place to have fun that weekend, and it turned out to be an amusement park. or that one birthday party his parents made for him when he was eight and his mother invited that one girl that had every boy in class smiling. or that one party yoongi and taehyung did for him when he came out and hired a stripper. not good. at all.
so when namjoon called him telling him to come over sooner after having practiced the whole day, he was scared to say the least. sure, he was happy that he could manage to live life by being jungkook's back dancer, but no, thank you, the cake he had recieved from his friends had been enough and he wanted no more. parties included.
"surprise!" seokjin and namjoon yelled in unison, and hoseok laughed fakely. "oh c'mon, it's us, there won't be anything bad coming from us!" seokjin spoke and well, hoseok thought there'd be time to judge.
there was a second cake, and extra food that he was sure seokjin cooked himself. more balloons that could fit in his living room too and even one or two envelopped gifts. it drew a smile to his lips but still didn't lower his guard.
"we, wanted to talk to you too," namjoon said and something shifted in seokjin's expression, as if he hadn't expected those words so soon. "nothing bad. we hope,"
"you hope? you know what you wanna talk about," hoseok replied, laughing as he sat on the couch.
"but we don't know how you'll react," seokjin said. he sat by his side, and namjoon, on the other, took his hand. "god, you gotta do it," he sighed.
"we like you," namjoon said, as if it was the easiest thing to pronounce. "we've liked you for so long. we talked about it and decided that whatever your choice is, it's good. but it hurt us to keep it in like that for any longer,"
see? and this is another reason over why surprises suck.
with a though focused on himself and many more focused on not hurting any of them, he got up from the couch and turned to look at them.
"you both... like me? as in sexual interest and all that?"
"i mean, yeah, i'm attracted to men, hoseok. but it's not just me being sexually orientated to hoseok's and non hoseok's," seokjin replied. "there's also the namjoon's and the non namjoon's,"
"hyung," namjoon blushed and hoseok wanted to smile but he was uncomfortable and couldn't do it.
"but you wanna date me," he earned two nods. "both? and you two? what about you two?"
"well, we've tried. but... it never worked out that good," namjoon said. "we argue, a lot. and most times it feels incomplete,"
"maybe you're what we are missing," seokjin added. "and i don't mean that as in that we need you to love each other, it's just that we love you. and we love each other but it doesn't work just with us because it feels like something is missing and that is you, and we needed you to know so we can move on from this,"
"but, i don't know how that works,"
"do you feel happy with us? do you trust us more than friendship? only you can know how it works for you, hoseok,"
even with namjoon's words, he had no clue on what it meant. sure, he felt joy with them, and more trust than he ever felt with anyone else but was that all that it was? the thought of kissing them was never roaming his mind, even if his actions had always spoken louder than his inner thoughts.
"and if we try and it goes wrong?" he said.
"then we forget that happened. you talk about it to us if you want, if you can't seem to move on or if it still makes you uncomfortable or whatever, but we don't wanna lose you. we just wanna know if you love us back,"
"hyung, i don't know! i never saw you as anything else than what we were, but now... i'm confused. we can try, i'm fine with that. but i just hope it doesn't break all we have,"
"it won't, we'll fight to keep it, hobi," namjoon's words just made him nod and then again, he found himself, for once, confused over what to feel for that surprise party.
("surprise!!"
"oh god, not again," hoseok said, closing the door behind him.
"we adopted a dog,"
"wait, what?"
"triple marriage is not legal, so this dog shall be our wedding rings. hyung got us rings anyways, but you get it,"
"i'm dog-marrying two idiots. is the term dog-marrying correct or does it sound like i'm marrying the dog?"
"i'd say dog-adopting instead,"
"but then i'm leaving the marriage word out," hoseok said as he got kissed twice in each cheek, almost at the same time. "i can't even believe i'm getting married in any form. but yeah, i'm not against it,")
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Before the ask box closes just wanted to know for future me as I’m sure this’ll take a while to be answered (which is fine ofc!! This isn’t urgent by any means lol, please take your time 🥺💗) but i was just wondering if you had any good slice of life -esque longer fics! yoonmin, namkook, namgi or namjin would be great 🥺💗💗💗
(Thank you for being so patient!!!) And yes, yes I do! :)
It's The Most Wonderful Time (Of The Year) by awjiminie
Rating: T
Pairings: Yoongi/Jimin
Status: Complete
Word count: 55,223
Summary: Park Jimin is only three years old when he meets cooler, older, and smarter Min Yoongi for the first time, and is immediately enamoured.
For the first time in his entire life, Jimin feels an emotion he never thought he would feel: infatuation.
Not that he even understands what that feeling means.
All he knows is that there’s a small, pale boy at the front door of his home, right under the hanging mistletoe, firmly gripping his father’s hand and his mother’s skirt as he stares unabashedly into Jimin’s eyes, rendering him absolutely speechless.
Or
childhood best friends yoonmin growing up together and experiencing the complexities of love & relationships, as well as, the harsh realities of growing older over the years, on Christmas day
family is the greatest chaos series by daequ
Rating: M
Pairings: Namjoon/Yoongi
Series status: Incomplete
Total word count: 8,618
Summary: domestic namgi going through parenthood with their trouble making maknae line children because we all deserve this
for a different ending, try— by kyokyou
Rating: M
Pairings: Yoongi/Jimin
Status: Complete
Word count: 35,554
Summary: in all the ways yoongi and jimin end up together, there are other countless times that they don’t.
Starving (& Other Artistic Mediums) by TAHC
Rating: M
Pairings: Namjoon/Yoongi
Status: Complete
Word count: 28,383
Summary: It became a permanent thing the next year in August. But neither of them knew it was going to become a permanent thing. To them it just looked like a temporary thing. A slightly permanent, temporary thing.
Or; Namjoon and Yoongi are both struggling artists, throw a baby into the mix and they're struggling parents as well. Throw love into the mix and they're just struggling.
My Loveliest Friend by cliff09
Rating: M
Pairings: Jungkook/Namjoon
Status: Complete
Word count: 32,196
Summary: Jungkook was four years old when the Kim's moved next door. He met Namjoon then, and the two were inseparable since. At fifteen, Jungkook realizes something important for the second time in his life and chooses to do nothing about it for the next seven years.
#ask#yoonmin#namgi#namkook#yoongi#jimin#namjoon#jungkook#childhood friends au#friends to lovers#domestic fluff#slow burn#canon au#parents au#college au#Rating: M#Rating: T
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Moon Child :Namjin: Chapter One
A/N hello! im going to start posting my fanfictions here! a lot of them were written a year or so ago so they are short and maybe a bit confusing! but im planning to start working on them! please stick around!
Chapter one:
Chapter word count: 1596
It was a rather cloudy day in central Seoul, the rising sun covered by a thin layer of grey clouds that foreshadowed rain. But for the students of the most prestigious college in the country, life continued on as normal. The clock tower rang out eight times, echoing off the many buildings that comprised the campus of Seoul National University. Slowly, the walkways and roads came to life. Students walking to breakfast with friends, teachers making their way to class to prepare for the day, and café workers opening the doors for the breakfast rush.
One café, in particular, was already full of customers, most of whom were women wanting to see the attractive co-owner of the establishment. Kim Seokjin, A fine arts and literature student at the university, often dreaded all the attention he received from the ogling guests. But he smiled and greeted each one the same, “Good morning miss, what may I make for you?” sometimes the customers would slide him a napkin with the money that had their name and phone number, to which he smiled politely and threw away once they walked away.
His male classmates called him the “Woman Magnet” to which he smiled, even though he knew he was the last person who should attract women. When he was fifteen, he had the biggest crush on his classmate Yoongi, it was a defining moment in his life. He had never felt any kind of attraction to women, sure some were cute, but he never thought about them as a potential partner. He wanted to tell his parents but could never bring himself to do it before he left for college. So whenever his mother calls asking about his love life, he always responds with “I’m in a committed relationship” and he never elaborates.
Luckily, his Fine arts class is mostly men, so he doesn’t have to worry about turning down women then, but it’s a double-edged sword. Some of the men in his class are attractive, and Seokjin often catches himself staring, mentally scolding himself every time. Being openly gay in Korea is risky, while there are no laws against it. The idea of loving the same-sex had only started to spread a few years ago. And Seokjin being a respected student at his college had decided to keep his sexual preference to himself.
The library became his safe place, specifically the mythological section. Mostly because no one ever goes there. But he had grown attached to the books and their contents. He liked to get lost in the worlds the books built for the reader. Sometimes, he would be there for hours at a time. Once he had to be told by the librarian that he had to leave because it was time to close.
His favorite book to read was called “Guardian of the moon children” it depicted a being who had no set species. It came in many forms, to young children it often appeared as a white or grey dog who guided them to eternal rest. When as for adults it appeared as a youthful young man who was described as having a deep but soft voice and soft skin. Not only did the being guide human souls to eternal rest, but it also was seen during the birth of someone who would do important things in their life. While Seokjin knew this was just fiction, he wanted it to be true.
At the end of his morning shift, Seokjin would head back to his apartment to shower and change his clothes. After which he would prepare a clean uniform for work and put it in his bag, before sitting at his desk for an hour to study before he had class. He only had four hours’ worth of classes a day, except for Fridays when he had six. So he always finished right before lunch. He would rush back to the café and change into his uniform before eating a quick snack. Normally, he would have ten to fifteen minutes to relax before the lunch rush began. Much like in the morning, women would stare and attempt to hit on Seokjin. It was something he never looked forward to. Part of him thought that if people knew why he worked three shifts a day, they would feel much differently about him. Seokjin had a loan to pay off, a hefty one at that. He had taken the loan out when he moved to attend the university. He had to pay for a place to sleep and the fees that were a result of schooling. At the rate he was making money, it would still be more than two years before he would have the loan completely paid off.
Something Seokjin s parents had told him since he was young was the reason he worked so hard, “if you do something, take responsibility. No matter how big or small the consequences are, never lie about something you did” those words were engraved on his mind, always haunting him, a reminder that the debt will never go away unless paid off. But he accepted it. After the lunch rush. He would make his way home. Working on the pile of homework he was assigned from the day’s classes. If he was able to finish before six, he would go to the library and read before his dinner shift. This was the way he lived.
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“Morning Seokjin, did you have another late night?”
Seokjin bowed slightly out of habit to the café owner, Minseok. Quickly standing straight, Minseok had told Seokjin to treat him as a friend, meaning he should call him by his name and not treat him as he normally would someone older than him.
“Yah!” Minseok exclaimed in exasperation, “I told you not to bow!” Seokjin smiled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. Making his way behind the counter, Seokjin grabs his apron, tying in with ease. “Do you want me to open today?” he asked. “Go ahead” Minseok replied.
As usual, a line of people had already formed outside the door following Seokjin's arrival to the café. He smiled and waved politely before flipping the switch that then lit up a “yes! We are open!” sign.
As the line slowly shrunk and the smell of coffee and fresh pastries faded from the display that hosted an array of freshly baked goods, a deep voice greeted Seokjin
“Good morning sir” Seokjin squeaked out, surprised that he was able to keep his voice steady, albeit slightly higher pitched. “What can I get for you?”
“Ah, I’m new to this area but I saw the long line so I assumed it must be worth the wait, and I can assure you is was.” The man responded looking Seokjin over with his eyes, before meeting them directly.
Seokjin stared for longer than he probably should have, the man's eyes had stars in them, literal stars that floated and shone throughout his pupils, small specks that hypnotized him.
The clearing of a throat snapped him out of his trance, “s-sorry!” he apologize slightly louder than he needed to, causing a few heads to turn in his direction. “W-we are fairly well known for our crumble scones” he spoke nervously, gesturing to the half empty bake-case. “We have a f-few left”
“How perfect, I just so happen to love scones” the man replied running his fingers back through his hair. “And I’ll also have a (joon coffee) with that scone” Seokjin nodded and put the order into the register. Silently, Seokjin hoped the man would pay with his card so he could get his name.
“That will be 7100 Won please” When he looked up he spotted the exact amount in cash on the counter as the man tucked his wallet back into the inside pocket on his suit jacket. “Can I have a name for the order?” He asked. Even Though normally the café went off a number system he thought he would ask.
The man paused in thought “φεγγάρι” (Pronounced fen-gar-e) Seokjin jotted down the name, quickly realizing the name was the Greek word for Moon. He had taken Greek for his language the year before. Though, he never thought it would come in handy.
“You have a Greek name?” Jin asked as he sat the cup to his side and went to get the scone from the display case. “You know Greek?” the man asked. “Uh, y-yeah” Jin said shyly. His cheeks going red when he looked up only to realize that the eyes of the customer were glued onto his own.
“Oh!” Jin exclaimed as he stumbled and dropped the scone that slid on the floor.
Gasps filled the café as the man had caught Jin from falling, “w-wait how?? You were- now you're here?!” he spoke to himself as the man helped him stand up. “I'm going to have to cancel my order for now” he said as he walked towards the entrance, Jin stood in shock along with the other people in line.
Whispers continued throughout the day as Seokjin apologized and cleaned up the mess, he ended up dropping more drinks throughout the day as his mind was trying to deduce how the man made it to his side of the counter when the door to the back was locked, he couldn't remember if he saw the man jump the counter, but that would be impossible. Not a thing was out of place.
Seokjin had one thing in mind all day long, “where can I meet him again”
A/N: Hope you liked it! ill try and update regularly!
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KEY
☽ - angst | ♡ - fluff | ꕤ - smut | ⛒ - dark
i’ll be updating this as I go! this will be the first place i announce the actual publishing of fics, so y’all know when to expect them officially, but i do also have a wip list for you if you’re curious about what i’m actually physically writing. every series i post will also have its own masterlist page, which is always going to be linked with the story’s blurb and in the actual post for the fic.
✧ 666 masterlist
stories that feature you, a millenia-old vampire lovingly nicknamed Medici by your friends, and the somewhat debauched and very interesting adventures you all have.
✧ monsters and gods masterlist
a series of oneshots, each centering around the greek gods and legends. learn the truth behind the myths, and see how some of these deities and creatures of old navigate the modern world.
✧ lay me gently | greek god!au | ♡ ꕤ | 12.9k | monsters and gods pt 2 | 9.7.2019
there is no time for loneliness among the fires of your forge, no room in your buzzing mind for thoughts of anything but your next invention and the pain in your leg. your life is tilted off its axis, though, when your parents arrange a marriage without your knowledge or consent, and your new husband begins to situate himself into your life despite protests from either of you. you don’t know what zeus and hera have planned, but a volcano is no place for a love god like seokjin.
✧ 666 butterfly kisses (666verse) | vamp!reader, fae!jin | ꕤ | 4.7k | 6.10.2019
✧ birthday candles | ꕤ | vamp!reader, werewolf!yooongi, fae prince!jin | 4kish | 11.11.2019
you’re a vampire in renaissance italy who likes earning favors from the most powerful men in the country. you just aren’t used to meeting handsome men that might be assassins and definitely give you the best orgasms of your life.
or; the first time you met the fae prince, but certainly not the last. | 666 masterlist
a few of your friends help make your birthday extra special. | 666 masterlist
✧ half-baked holiday | ♡ ꕤ | baker!jin, grump!mc, f2l, i2l | 12.6k | 04.12.19
Granny Park’s Gossip:
That Seokjin, don’t get me started on him. He’s worked hard to open and run that bakery of his, you know, and I’m so proud that it’s so successful now. Wish he would find a nice person to settle down with, though, he deserves it, as long as he’s been on his own. Well, I guess you can’t really call it alone when he’s got that grump of a best friend always hanging around him. He really should be paying her, what with all the time she spends at the bakery with him. She’s always waking up on the wrong side of the bed, but she’s not so bad when she brings me some of those cookies of his, or just around Seokjin in general, if I’m honest. Too distracted by staring at that pretty face of his, I suppose, though who can blame her? | part of The Snowball Effect Collab
✧ monachopsis | ☽ ♡ | namjin | selkie!jin, marine biologist!joon | 5.7k | 16.03.20
seokjin knows - has known, for years - that his life will be like this forever. there is no more sea, there is no more swimming, there is no more of anything he used to know. this is life - wake up, go to a shoot, try not to piss giho off, go home, sleep, wake up again. because he was caught. because giho owns him. because he can’t.
but then he meets namjoon. and seokjin starts to realize that maybe…just maybe. he can.
✧ from eden | greek god!au | ♡ ꕤ ☽ | 15.6k | monsters and gods pt 1 | 16.6.2019
you’ve been in the dark a long time, overworked and exhausted. the only bright point is your gatekeeper, hoseok, your closest friend and the man you love but can’t have. you’ve accepted that loneliness is inevitable for you. when a voice calls to you, though, and moves you so deeply that you rip open the earth to help them, you meet a mint-haired boy that changes everything you thought you knew about your prison. | ft jhs | alternate ending
✧ penguins | boyfriend au | ꕤ | 3.5k | 18.7.2019
your long-time boyfriend takes you on a cute date to an aquarium, but gets a little jealous when you run into an old friend. it becomes his mission to set you back on track and remind you just who you belong to.
✧ backalley brawl (666verse) | werewolf au | 3.5k | 23.9.2019
You've been followed by a werewolf all day, and you're done being stalked in the night. Somehow you didn't expect him to need you to help him with a rather sensitive problem.
or; yoongi’s in rut and needs someone to help him out | 666 masterlist
✧ birthday candles (666verse) | ꕤ | vamp!reader, werewolf!yooongi, fae prince!jin | 4kish | 11.11.2019
a few of your friends help make your birthday extra special. | 666 masterlist
【ｍｉｎ ｙｏｏｎｊｉ】
✧ as we go along | ♡ ꕤ | neighbors au, e2l, pining | 10.4k | 24.12.2019
Four years ago, the beautiful stunning attractive frustrating Min Yoonji came into your life. Ever since, it’s been a competition between the two of you to win the HOA’s Holiday Decorating Contest. The fiery looks she gives you paired with the pointed insults throw you off your game every year, but not this time. This holiday season, you’re determines to win; and along the way you might just find that Yoonji’s been trying to win something else.
;OR the queer hallmark movie of your dreams. | part of the 25 Days of Christmas: A BTS Anthology
✧ amae | neighbor!hobi | ♡ | 6.7k | 28.05.2019
amae - japanese. the way you act when you want to depend on another person. relying on someone’s goodwill and love to help you. frequently thought of as wanting to be loved and taken care of.
when someone new moves in next door, you don’t expect to become friends. everyone on your block was friendly, yes, but none of you gave more than a courteous wave when you spotted each other in passing. that changes with jung hoseok; a literature professor with sunlight gleaming out of every pore, who enjoys complex lectures, random coffee trips, and…sleeping in your hammock? curiosity gets the better of you as you befriend him, but just what could have this man sleeping in your garden hammock every night?
✧ from eden | greek god!au | ♡ ꕤ ☽ | 15.6k | monsters and gods pt 1 | 16.6.2019
you’ve been in the dark a long time, overworked and exhausted. the only bright point is your gatekeeper, hoseok, your closest friend and the man you love but can’t have. you’ve accepted that loneliness is inevitable for you. when a voice calls to you, though, and moves you so deeply that you rip open the earth to help them, you meet a mint-haired boy that changes everything you thought you knew about your prison. | ft myg | alternate ending
✧ hearts on fire | hanahaki au | ♡ ☽ | 6.5k | 02.02.2020
Hoseok has been in love with you for as long as he can remember, and he’s beyond excited to see you married and glowing.
He just really wishes that he was the groom.
✧ give and take | mechanic!au | ♡ ꕤ | 10.5k | 18.05.2019
when your beloved jeep breaks down, you have no choice but to take it to a mechanic for once instead of trying to fix it yourself. you fully expected to empty your wallet or get told to just buy a new car. you don’t expect to meet kim namjoon, nor do you expect him to be hot like burning, sweet as honey, and interested in you.
✧ backseat memories | mechanic!au | ♡ ꕤ | ongoing drabble series | 18.05.2020
A collection of memories between you and the mechanic who saved your Jeep.
;or, the give and take sequel | on ao3
✧ 666 medici drive | supernatural!au | ꕤ | 4.5k | 30.08.2019
you decide to help garden witch kim namjoon gather ingredients he needs from local incubus kim taehyung, in a much more fun way than the two originally planned. | ft kth | 666 masterlist
✧ forever rain | ghost!reader au | ☽ ♡ ꕤ | 18.8k | 12.09.2019
being dead isn’t anything exciting. just a lot of walking the same halls of the same apartment day after day after day. things change when the new tennant arrives, though. kim namjoon isn’t anything you could have expected; not the way he’s so careful and gentle with his plants because he breaks so many other things, not the way his friends joke that he’s psychic because you refuse to let him get in the face one time, and certainly not the way he comes after literal months spent moving things away from table edges for him and announces that he knows he’s being haunted and he has some questions for you. you didn’t know ghosts could fall in love, but he makes you feel alive again, like you’re standing in the rain while thunder crashes around you. you should’ve known nothing good would come of falling in love with someone living, though. you should’ve known that heartbreak was the only way this could end. that the rain doesn’t last forever.
✧ midnight wishes | roommates/coworkers/fwb au | ☽ ♡ ꕤ | 10.3k | 21.12.2019
Granny Park’s Gossip:
That boy. Never met anyone as prone to disaster as he is while being so damned smart, except maybe that roommate of his. The two of them could probably cure cancer if they wanted to, but you leave them alone for more than a few seconds and you’re liable to come back to disaster. Jiminie did say they’ve been acting a little different, though, maybe they finally wised up and made things official instead of just humping like bunnies around that apartment of theirs. Oh, am I not supposed to say that? | part of The Snowball Effect Collab
✧ monachopsis | ☽ ♡ | namjin | selkie!jin, marine biologist!joon | 5.7k | 16.03.20
seokjin knows - has known, for years - that his life will be like this forever. there is no more sea, there is no more swimming, there is no more of anything he used to know. this is life - wake up, go to a shoot, try not to piss giho off, go home, sleep, wake up again. because he was caught. because giho owns him. because he can’t.
but then he meets namjoon. and seokjin starts to realize that maybe…just maybe. he can.
✧ coming soon ✧
✧ 666 medici drive | supernatural!au | ꕤ | 4.5k | 30.08.2019
you decide to help garden witch kim namjoon gather ingredients he needs from local incubus kim taehyung, in a much more fun way than the two originally planned. | ft knj | 666 masterlist
✧ black irises in the sunshine | greek god au | ☽ ♡ ꕤ | 14k | monsters and gods part 3 | 31.12.2019
anger is everything. other gods tease you for the short fuse, but it comes with the territory. people have called you stupid, have called you dumb, oafish, useless, incompetent, insolent, rude, arrogant. all of it. insults and mockery flung at you, but even your skin isn’t thick enough to deal with constant abuse. it’s the exact reason you keep going to the underground, knuckles bloody and bruised, fighting anyone that dared enter the cage. it’s the reason you go to the clubs, surround yourself with mortals and their writhing bodies. it’s there that you see him the first time, voice husky as it rolls through the room. it’s there you find someone who treats you differently than the rest. you just never expected him to be one of the muses.
✧ chasing butterflies | nerdy!jk | ♡ ꕤ | 12.7k | 01.06.2019
you never meant to be a jock in school. the volleyball team had just needed people and you were there and then you had a knack for it. you just happened to be good at it and went with it. similar to how you saw jeon jungkook in your friend’s orientation group and thought he was absolutely radiant and just went with it. for two years. you’ve spent the entire time pining from afar, mostly because you always seem to make a fool of yourself when he’s around, but also because jungkook is part of that exclusive crowd, the ones that you never can seem to penetrate: the weebs. that is, until your friends get sick of your hopeless pining and decide to do something about it. | sequel drabble posted 01.09.2019
✧ birthday candles | ꕤ | vamp!reader, werewolf!yooongi, fae prince!jin, small kook feature at the end | 4kish | 11.11.2019
a few of your friends help make your birthday extra special. | 666 masterlist
© ddaenggtan, 2019. I do not give permission to have my work reposted on any site.
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BTS OT7 Masterlist
BTS Reactions/Scenarios:
You go into labor at a fansign
You have a panic attack and the members and your service dog comfort you
You’re a raver
You meet them while out and pretend you don’t know who they are, forgetting you’re wearing merch of theirs
You are asexual
You surprise visit them on tour
Wolf BTS AU! You get injured in the woods and they find you
You are a successful CEO
Your relationship is exposed while they are on tour
Your family fights a lot and you’re stuck at home so they comfort you
Cuddling with them
You are their best friend and are pregnant
You wear a rock group’s shirt to their concert and are teased by fans
You are unmotivated/insecure about your dancing
You are Adora’s best friend and they often come to her studio to see you
The first time they are intimate with you
You love thunderstorms
They teach you how to play an instrument
You reveal you are non-binary
Animals are at ease around you
You end up in the hospital because you eat a dish not knowing it has seafood in it and you’re allergic
You get into a laughing fit
They lose a bet with you and you ask for head pats
You are a famous author
You are their celebrity crush and they meet you backstage
You almost fall over whenever you sneeze
You are a chef and open up your own restaurant
You fall asleep on them and talk in your sleep
They get a call that you are in the hospital and have given birth when neither of you knew you were pregnant
You are on a blind date with them and they see your scars from a past abusive relationship
They see you on date after you two breakup
You speak French
You overthink everything
You ask them to caress your cheek because it helps you sleep
You have Lupus
They’re disappointed you’re a proper eater
Werewolf BTS: They meet your large and overprotective dog
Their dominant behavior makes you uncomfortable
You try to stay awake but fall asleep while hanging out with them
You are craving their affection
The members reaction to the shadow comeback trailer
Mafia AU: They are upset on the wedding night of their arranged marriage with you
You are afraid to have kids because you feel you won’t be a good parent
You squeak because of the hiccups
You have NF1
Taehyung x Jungkook x Reader: They reveal your relationship while on your
Poly Taegi relationship headcanons
Namjoon & Yoongi x reader: You move to Seoul to surprise them while they are on tour
Poly Namseok relationship headcanons
Poly vmin soulmate scenario
They visit you for the first time
They are teased for having a hickey/giving you one
You are self conscious because you are older than them
You get in a fight after someone flirts with them
They fall in love with you at a fan sign
They find out you are having twins
You come home crying from work
They propose to you at a concert
Poly jikook relationship headcanons
Your friend knows you have a crush on them and dares you to try and seduce them
You have an alcoholic parent
Poly Yoonkook: When you are pregnant headcanons
You are in a musical
Werewolf BTS: You register them as a service dog
Poly Yoonseok relationship head canons
You watch a soccer match together
You go to the beach even though you’re afraid of swimming
Poly Minjoon relationship head canons
Poly Taejin relationship head canons
They help you get over a toxic friendship
They ask you to teach them to say something in a foreign language
They take you out to secretly explore the city
Poly Namgi headcanons
They meet your same sex parents
Werewolf BTS reaction: You boop their nose
They say something flirt to you in Korean not realizing you can understand them
You’re a cosplayer
Your neighbors are fighting and you worry your relationship is going to end up the same
You become flustered around them
Someone flirts with you
They make you shiver
You ask for their affection
How they would flirt with you if they wanted your attention
On their honeymoon
You need to listen to music to sleep at night
You own exotic animals
You are the singer of a rock/metal band
Poly namkook relationship head canons
You get severe cramps
You are sick and lose your voice
They encourage you when you’re shy in public
They use you as a pillow
You are on the spectrum
You distance yourself from them because you are afraid of getting hurt
How each member would kiss you after getting back from tour
Poly Namjin headcanons
They can tell you’re upset by the songs you are listening to
Mafia AU: You get attacked on your way home
You’re one of their staff members and they fall in love with you
You sprain your ankle
Poly Yoonkook relationship headcanons
You have to hold their hand in order to sleep
Your first time staying the night with them
You cry thinking about how much you love them
You give them eskimo kisses
Their little sister is self harming
You have a ‘queen bee’ type personality
Your towel falls down when you slip in the bathroom
You’re their neighbor and they accidentally reveal they have a crush on you
You are plus sized and proud
You’re a social butterfly
You’re their younger sister and get inappropriate messages from an older guy
Reaction to your baby bump
They do something thoughtful for you and you get emotional
You get drunk and wake up with matching tattoos
Poly vmin relationship headcanons
You are lactose intolerant
You meet them for the first time a few days before they go on tour
You are bluntly honest
They kiss you after not seeing you for a while
Your relationship is a secret so they create a signal to tell you they love you
They’re your first time
You are harassed while out on a date with them
You see the snow for the first time
You’re sick and ask them to sing for you
You flinch during and argument
BTS as secret admirers
You hit your head and have to go to the hospital
Poly Taekook relationship
Werewolf AU! Sharing a bed for the first time
They’re jealous of you spending too much time with TXT
You’re wounded dragon shifter and they help you
Your baby falls off the bed when they aren’t in the room
The other members walk in on you two and they think you’re doing something dirty
Comfort after a nightmare
They wake up their newborn after you just get them to go to sleep
Animals don’t like you and you get upset
You’re a prince/princess
You’re their flight attendant and they think you’re pretty
You’re sensitive towards others
You’re their best friend and are jealous of them spending too much time with another female celebrity
They see you without glasses for the first time
You throw your phone off the balcony when they ask to see it
They see your abusive ex
You insist on being courted
You insist on courting them
You’re insecure about your tall height
You were contemplating suicide, and they don’t find out until later
Vampire AU/ You’re a hunter trying to catch them pt. 2
They fall in love with someone who is the complete opposite of them
You have a lot of pets
You’re a contortionist and they go to see you perform
Werewolf AU where you save them pt. 2
Vampire AU where they accidentally bite you
You travel the world with them
Talking in between kisses
The type of s.o each member needs
You need to hug something in order to sleep
They spoil you and you feel like you’re taking advantage of them
They ask if you’re pregnant when you’re actually not
You try to learn Korean for them but are getting frustrated until you understand something they say
You’re a struggling actress
You wear an outfit that shows off your figure
They walk in on your singing in the shower
They see a pregnant fan at a fansign
You have an emotional support/service dog
They comfort you after they can tell you are upset, even though you try to hide it
You are skinny and have a small chest and are insecure about it
They meet your large and loud family
You have a personality and fashion sense similar to them
They find out what their contact name is in your phone
They are insecure and you help comfort them
They are wearing your clothes
You’re the big spoon
Their crush is already in a relationship
You two are idols and break up after a 10 year relationship pt. 2
They don’t know you but they save you from suicide pt. 2
Their s.o beats them at overwatch
their s.o is peak ‘dumbass culture’
They notice their s.o’s baby bump before they know they are pregnant
Their s.o is hogging the bathroom
Harry Potter AU
Your both idols and break up after a 10 year relationship
Their crush likes them but doesn’t think they are good enough for them
Their crush can waterbend
They don’t know you but they save you from suicide
They have a crush on you and your boyfriend speaks badly of you behind your back and forgets your name
They are your first relationship and first kiss
Showering with their s.o
You accidentally confess to them
First time meeting your grandma who raised you
You have a child together, but hide it from them and they find out a year later Pt. 2
Their crush has a journal that reveals their true feelings
They are jealous of your male best friend but don’t realize he’s gay
You are wearing the wrong BT21 character pajamas
Their s.o is pregnant and stressed
They come home and find you standing on the counter because you’re too short to see inside the cabinets
You are practicing their songs/trying to learn Korean
You have a crush on a celebrity with rugged features
Having a ‘don’t tell mommy’ secret with their child
You send them a snap of yourself reacting to their songs
You can’t have kids but are open to other options
They are afraid to take their newborn to get shots
Comforting you during a panic attack
Their idol crush performs ‘Hello Bitches’ by CL
How they give heated kisses
Their s/o is on their period and their chest hurts so they cannot lay on it
Their s/o wants to have a matrix movie marathon
The other members find out you are secretly hooking up with each other
They wake up in their bt21 character’s body
Helping you through the birth of your child
You have a child from a previous relationship
Their best friend is in love with them and doesn’t realize they are their ideal type of girl
Their s.o/crush can hit a whistle note
Their normally kind/bubbly s/o roasts someone who is badmouthing them
Sharing a bed with them and your clothes ride up on you
They kiss your body affectionately because you are insecure/like it
Your first kiss with them
They’re feeling down and their crush is affectionate towards them to comfort them
Their s/o nuzzles them
Their attractive significant other has never been in a relationship before
Their crush loves animals/nature
Their crush tells them they want to be an idol pt. 2 (alternate ending where the fame does ruin you)
Their crush tells them they want to be an idol pt. 2
Their crush tells them they want to be an idol
You two are friends and have feelings for each other, but are too afraid to confess pt. 2
You two are friends and having feelings for each other, but are too afraid to confess pt. 1
They find out you can sing powerfully like an opera singer
They realize they are in love with you
Comforting you after a breakup
They come home and find you singing/dancing to one of their songs
Their s/o is caught writing a poem about them
You can’t sleep
First Date
Snowday
You comforting them
Comforting their sick s/o
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Fake Love | Jung Hoseok (M)
PAIRING: Jung Hoseok x F!Reader, mentions of Namjin
GENRE: Fake dating AU, enemies to lovers, fluff, smut, minor angst
WARNINGS: Explicit sexual content, dirty talk, slight dom!Hoseok
WORD COUNT: 16.2k
DESCRIPTION: Every year, your family spends the holidays at your parents’ cottage in the country. Freshly single and not wanting to be picked apart by your family for being alone, you decide to recruit one of your friends to pretend to be your boyfriend. The only available volunteer? Your brother Namjoon’s roommate, Hoseok. Only problem? He absolutely hates your guts.
I should get up, you think to yourself. Daylight is precious in the dead of winter, and you’ve probably already wasted at least half of it wallowing in self-pity. You’re lying in bed, duvet pulled high over your head, wondering exactly how and when your life took such a left turn.
Breakups have never been easy for you. You’d always had trouble when it came to dating—you’d always described yourself as the girl that no one would fall in love with, but who had a lot of friends. You were social, flitting around with ease between one group of friends to another, but you had always wondered if your absence would be noted if you were to just stop showing up to parties or work functions.
But then you met Jackson.
The office you worked in had a Christmas party three years ago, back when you’d just been an intern and were keep on rising through the ranks to a full-time position. You were well liked, always offering a helping hand to anyone who asked and generally did your best not to make waves. You didn’t know what to expect when you showed up at the bar, which had been totally rented out for you and your colleagues. You also didn’t really know anyone at the party—the one other intern that you’d befriended having gone home for the holidays—so you’d just lingered by the bar on your own, silently surveying the crowd.
Jackson had come to join you, muttering something about how he hated office Christmas parties. You weren’t sure if he’d been speaking to you, or just muttering to himself, but the smooth, dulcet tones of his voice had you turning to look at him.
He was handsome. More than handsome—he looked like he just strolled out of a men’s fashion magazine, wearing a black turtleneck, a dark grey blazer, and a pair of ironed dress pants. He held a glass that held two thimblefuls of amber liquid that he casually sipped as he leaned against the dark oak of the bar. He tilted his chiseled jaw in your direction with an eyebrow raised, and you hoped he hadn’t caught you openly staring.
“I don’t know if I’ve seen you around the office before,” he noted with a curious glint to his eyes.
“I’m just an intern,” you admitted, breaking eye contact to fiddle with the sleeve of your dark green crushed velvet dress.
“Not just an intern,” the man corrected, leaning his elbow against the bar so that he could turn to fully face you. You offered up the same courtesy, though, you felt heat rushing to your cheeks as you realized just how close he’d been standing. He held out his hand, a warm smile on his face. “I’m Jackson, by the way.”
“Y/N,” you replied, feeling the warmth of his palm pressing against yours. “Nice to meet you.”
And that’s how your relationship with him began. It was a whirlwind, the two of you falling in love hard and fast. Within the first three months, you’d moved into his penthouse apartment, and you’d both met each other’s parents. Jackson had been a blessing in your life, teaching you what it meant to be in love and how to love another person. Your happiest memories were of his smiling face, of him telling you for the first time that he loved you, and the nights that you two explored one another’s bodies until the sun came up.
There was so much good in your relationship that it felt easy to slip into a false sense of security. You’d been hired on as a full-time employee at the company, taking on additional responsibilities and getting your own cubicle on a different floor. Jackson had been working hard as well, his eye on a big promotion that would have bumped him up to a six-figure salary if he landed it.
Of course, he did. And it was when he did that things started to fall apart.
He was never home. He always promised that he would make it in time for dinner, than he would spend the weekend with you and work wouldn’t be involved. He made reservations at restaurants, and wouldn’t show up. He’d take you to the movies, but have to leave halfway through to make an important phone call. On your third anniversary, as he was balls deep inside of you in an expensive hotel room, his cell phone rang and he actually had the audacity to stop and answer.
The breakup had been mutual, though it had been you who initiated the conversation. You loved Jackson, and part of you still does. But he was married to his job, loved it more than anything. It was his priority, not you. And to his credit, he’d admitted his faults and that he’d been a neglectful partner. You knew that you hadn’t been the best girlfriend either, not wanting to try to communicate with him because you were scared he would just leave you for someone better.
It’s been about two months since the two of you ended your relationship. You hear he’s dating someone else. Someone as handsome as him never stays single for long.
With his promotion, Jackson had also become your boss. And after your mutual split, working under him proved to be too difficult. So after a week of severe anxiety about even setting foot into the building and living in a hotel, you quit your job and had to find a new apartment.
The only saving grace had been that your older brother, Namjoon, knew that there was an empty apartment in his building, on his floor. You’d moved in without much thought, glad to have family nearby. Namjoon was only a year older than you, so the two of you were extremely close. You were the first person he’d told when he started dating his boyfriend, knowing that all you cared about was his happiness. Namjoon had started seeing Seokjin about a year ago, and the two are still going strong.
As for the job part, you’re still figuring that one out. Thankfully you have enough savings to last you for a while, but finding employment was definitely something at the top of your list. Right underneath ‘Get out of bed’.
Having your brother as your down-the-hall neighbour has its pros and cons. One pro is that you sometimes buy groceries for him and vice versa, the two of you always looking out for one another and making sure your pantries are always full.
One con is that Namjoon has a key to your place. And he likes to use it.
“Sis, where are you?” Namjoon calls from your front hallway. “I thought you were coming over for lunch today. Jin’s already here.”
You tug the blanket higher over your head, releasing a whine. You hear Namjoon’s socked feet padding towards you, and the sigh of disapproval at your current state.
“You have to get out of bed sometime, you know?” He says, and you can hear his frown before you see it. “It’s been two months, Y/N. You can’t just stay in bed all day. You’ve barely unpacked your apartment.”
You grumble, though you know he’s right. You don’t have that many belongings, nor is the apartment even that big. But you still have boxes in stacks in the corner of your living room, the bare minimum having been unpacked before you began to sink into the pool of self-pity that you find yourself in now.
You feel a light tug at the duvet before it’s yanked halfway down our body, exposing you to what remains of the afternoon sun. You’re in your typical pyjamas, an oversized shirt and shorts, and with how quickly Namjoon had ripped the sheets off, you begin to shiver and pout.
“Fuck you, fine, give me fifteen minutes to shower and freshen up,” you groan, blindly grabbing your pillow and swinging it in Namjoon’s direction.
Your brother dodges the blow and hops backwards, opening all your curtains and flicking on every light switch he can find. You haven’t moved yet, but you shout an affirmative when you hear him asking if you’re awake yet by the front door. He leaves you to your own devices, and not wanting to keep him and Seokjin waiting, you stumble out of bed and towards your bathroom.
The shower does you good and you examine your reflection in the mirror. The dark circles under your eyes haven’t gone away, no matter how many daytime naps you’ve taken over the past few weeks. You swipe some concealer under your eyes so you don’t look like a total corpse, slip on some leggings and a sweater, and tie up your wet hair in a bun.
With whatever remaining energy you have, you trudge down the hall to Namjoon’s apartment, rapping lightly on the door. You hear shuffling inside, and the unmistakable sound of Seokjin’s windshield wiper laughter. The door finally swings open, revealing the last person in the world you ever want to see.
“Wow, Y/N, you look like shit,” Hoseok says with a smirk, as if his insult is in any way charming. You shoulder your way past him into the apartment.
Jung Hoseok has been the bane of your existence since your junior year of high school. He was a transfer student, same age as your brother. Namjoon had been the one to take Hoseok under his wing when he’d first arrived, and the two of them quickly became best friends. But for some reason, he absolutely hated you. Whenever you were around, he would only ever tease you and try to get a reaction out of you, and you could never figure out what you had done to make him treat you this way. It’s infuriating, to say the least.
“What are you doing here? I thought you were going home for the holidays,” you grunt, not expecting your brother’s best friend and roommate to still be home so close to Christmas. Usually, Hoseok spends the holidays with his parents and his sister, and you don’t have to deal with him being a total pain in the ass whenever you come to visit Namjoon.
“My parents decided to go to Europe on vacation, and my sister is with her boyfriend’s family for Christmas,” Hoseok shrugs. “So I’m stuck here. Aren’t you lucky?”
You roll your eyes, heading towards the kitchen where you hear Seokjin trying to keep Namjoon away. “Lucky as a heart attack.”
“Y/N!” Seokjin cries when he sees you, his arms opening so you can shuffle into his grasp for a hug. “There you are. Namjoon and I were taking bets on how much longer it would take for you to get here. I beat him by one minute, so now he owes me a shoulder massage.”
“You cheated!” Namjoon pouts as he sets the table. You notice that he places down four sets of cutlery, and you inwardly groan knowing Hoseok will be joining you. “You just guessed one minute sooner than what I guessed, then she happened to walk through the door.”
Seokjin tuts. “Strategy, love.” Though he saunters over to where Namjoon stands, pressing a sweet kiss to his forehead before hip-checking him back into action.
“Oh, that reminds me,” Namjoon pipes up as everyone takes their seats. Hoseok decides to sit across from you, in a move that you can only assume is to aggravate you further. “Don’t forget that we’re all driving down to Mom and Dad’s cottage on Friday for Christmas.”
You give a solemn nod, and pick at the green beans on your plate. Every year, you and Namjoon join your parents for a weekend at your family’s cottage for the holidays. It’s a long-held tradition, one that you were more than happy to share with Jackson when the two of you had been dating. He’d always been the perfect buffer between you and your parents—not that you don’t love them, but they have a tendency to be a bit overbearing. They’d toned it down when you and Jackson had gotten together, and now that you’re single, you’re dreading the flood of questions and pitying looks from your mother in particular.
“Why the long face?” Hoseok questions, spearing a piece of chicken with his fork. “I thought you loved going to the cottage for the holidays.”
“She’s glum because her and Jackson broke up, so she has to carpool with us,” Seokjin supplies unhelpfully. You kick his shin under the table, earning a loud, indignant yelp.
Hoseok’s eyes widen. “You and Jackson broke up?”
“Don’t act as if Namjoon didn’t already tell you,” you scoff. “I didn’t move down the hall just for the fun of it.”
He shrugs, speaking between mouthfuls of food. “I thought maybe you two were downsizing. No need to get snippy with me, I don’t know or care about every minute detail of your life.”
You’re rolling your eyes before you even realize that it’s happening. “Maybe if you actually used your brain, or the power of observation, you’d realize that Jackson and I haven’t been together in almost two months.”
“Again,” Hoseok repeats, slower this time, as if you’re a child who can’t understand his words. “I don’t care about your life.”
“Hey,” Namjoon warns. “That’s my sister, bro.”
“Okay, let me rephrase,” Hoseok declares, tapping his long index finger against his chin. “How’s this: I don’t care, period.”
“Seokjin, babe,” Namjoon asks softly, back straight, cutting into his chicken with far too much calmness. “Where do I keep my rubber flip flops?”
“In the front hall closet,” Seokjin replies around a mouthful of food. “Why?”
Namjoon immediately focuses on Hoseok, eyes narrowing significantly. “My roommate is about to have an accident.”
You clear your throat loudly, muttering to yourself about how annoying it is that men can’t just figure their shit out with words. “I’m not upset that I have to carpool with Joonie and Seokjin, if you must know. It’s just…” Your voice gets quiet, and you can’t believe you’re voicing these fears out loud, but it’s too late to stop it now. “It’s my first Christmas in years without Jackson, you know? Even though we broke up, I really miss him. And I haven’t told my parents about it either, so now I not only have to break it to them, but also have to field all their questions about my love life, and my mother will inevitably try to set me up with one of her friend’s sons.”
Namjoon can’t help but snort. “Yeah. Remember that time she made you go on a date with her coworker’s nephew?”
“Of course I remember,” you grumble. “He took me to dinner and then tried to get me to invest in his pyramid scheme.”
Hoseok cackles, shaking his head.
You prop your elbow up on the table and place your chin in your palm, blowing few loose strands of hair from your face. “Maybe I could bribe a friend to come to the cottage and just pretend to be my boyfriend for the weekend. Mom and Dad will be shocked that Jackson isn’t there, but at least they won’t try to set me up with anyone and I can go back to wallowing in self-pity once the holidays are over.”
Namjoon considers it, his head titling from side to side. “Not the worst idea in the world, if you’re really that stressed about going alone.”
You give a nod. “You think Jungkook would want to come? He’s a little young, but at least he’s easy on the eyes.”
Seokjin shakes his head. “Jungkook and his brother are with their parents on a cruise or something. They’re not due back til after this cottage debacle is done.”
You frown. “What about Taehyung? Or Yoongi?”
“Taehyung’s got plans, and Yoongi went back home for a few days,” Namjoon responds apologetically. “I could maybe ask Jimin if he’s free.”
You shake your head. “I spoke to Jimin the other day, he’s going back home for the holidays to be with his family, too.”
Hoseok raises an eyebrow, looking around at everyone at the table. You’re purposely not making eye contact, but when he speaks, he voices the one thing you desperately do not want.
“I’ll go.”
You regard him wearily, your heart hammering in your chest. No. He did not just offer to come. “What? Why?”
Hoseok shrugs, listing off the reasons on his fingers. “My family’s not around this year, and your parents already know me. I’ve got nothing better to do, and if I’m being honest, I’m curious as to how this train wreck of a weekend is going to go.”
You frown, wanting nothing more than to faceplate into the spring mix on your plate. “I have no other option, do I?”
Hoseok smirks. “Get ready, babe. You’re in for a hell of a weekend.”
It’s just for a few days, you can survive a few days. Besides, if this is going to happen, you are absolutely writing down a list of rules for Hoseok to follow. Groaning, you decide to just accept your fate after weighing the pros and cons. When you finally agree, Hoseok blows you an exaggerated kiss, causing you to gag.
From his seat across the table, Namjoon watches the two of you with cautious eyes. He glances over at Seokjin, who just subtly shrugs his shoulders.
A hell of a weekend, indeed.
—
You end up driving down with Namjoon and Seokjin to the cottage, Hoseok having to work last minute. He had promised he would still be in time for dinner, he just needed to wrap up some stuff at his dance studio before the weekend began.
You’re about ten minutes away, the three of you driving in comfortable silence, when Namjoon turns in the passenger seat to look at you. “Are you sure this is a good idea, Y/N?”
You shrug, tucking your phone into your coat pocket. Nothing interesting is happening on social media away. “What other option do I have?”
Namjoon mimics you, his shoulders lifting nonchalantly. “Just seems like a lot of trouble just to get Mom and Dad to get off your back about being a single Pringle.”
“First off, you and Jin have been spending way too much time together,” you state with a frown. “Second, you have no idea what it’s like dealing with Mom and Dad when it comes to this stuff. They honestly worshipped the ground Jackson walked on. At least with Hoseok there, I have some sort of buffer.”
Seokjin eyes you from the rearview mirror. “Still surprises me that Hoseok was down to do it in the first place, to be honest. Are you paying him or something?”
“I offered,” you say, leaning back in your seat and watching the snow-covered trees pass by. “He said he didn’t want my money.”
Namjoon glances at Seokjin with a weary expression, but you don’t see it as you lean your head against the window.
You arrive at the cottage, which is really more like a second house. Your parents had always wanted a vacation property, working hard and making sacrifices to turn their dream into a reality. And the house was beautiful—you and Namjoon had spent many summers there as children, running through the woods behind the house until you reached the lake, splashing about without a care in the world. You spend every Christmas there as well, a long-held tradition that carries on to this day.
The cottage itself is a two-storey home with tan bricks and a wrap-around porch. White Christmas lights line the edges of the dark-shingled roof, wrapping around the porch banister and creating a pathway to the front door. There had been a decent amount of snowfall earlier that day, so some of the lights are diffused under the powdery blanket that covers the house.
Seokjin parks the car and you all file out, collecting your bags. You’re just about to ring the doorbell when the door flies open, revealing your mother, washed in the golden light emanating from inside. She’s wearing one of those god-awful patterned Christmas sweaters that Seokjin got her last year (he’s sporting a matching one, to your chagrin), with a Santa Claus hat perched atop her head.
“My babies!” She coos, dragging all three of you inside. The house smells like home, a combination of spiced scented candles and home cooking, and stepping across the threshold feels like a warm hug. Or perhaps it’s your mother’s arms locking around you, cutting off your circulation. It’s hard to tell.
“Hi Mom,” you smile, looking around. “Where’s Dad?”
She waves a hand flippantly. “Your father got a new barbecue for himself as a Christmas gift. He’s out in the backyard, bundled like a fool, cooking up more meat than we could possibly eat.”
As you, Namjoon and Seokjin file inside, you notice as your mother does a mental head count, and see the look of realization dawn on her face as she catches that there is one less ball of testosterone than she is expecting.
“Where’s Jackson?”
“Oh,” you begin sheepishly. “We, uh…you see, he’s…”
“They broke up,” Namjoon offers, taking everyone’s coats and dutifully placing them on hangers in the hall closet. “A few months ago.”
Your mother’s eyes widen and that look of pity that you hate filters into her irises. “Oh, honey, I’m so sorry,” she sighs, tugging you close as you allow your body to go limp in her hold. Tears start to well in your eyes, which you don’t expect. But it’s also the first time you’re telling her about your break-up, and sometimes you just need to be held by your mom. “You know, if you’re looking, I have a coworker who has this son—”
Ah, there it is. You peel yourself away, going so far as to take a step back. “Actually, Mom, I—”
You’re cut off by the sound of the doorbell, and your mother cocks an eyebrow. She peers out of the window, and suddenly looks taken aback. She swings the door open to reveal a rosy-cheeked Hoseok, overnight bag slung over his shoulder, holding a bouquet of red roses and what looks like a pie.
“Hoseok!” Your mom says his name with a slight inflection at the end, both a statement and a question.
“Hi, Mrs. Kim,” he beams at her, and she allows him inside. “Sorry I’m late. I hope I didn’t interrupt if you guys already started dinner.”
“Oh, no, the kids just got in,” she waves off. “But…and pardon my rudeness, but what are you doing here?”
“Mom,” you interject, taking a step towards Hoseok. “That’s what I was going to tell you just now. Hoseok is…uh, he’s…”
Oh god, I’m so awkward, you chastise inwardly. Why can’t I just say it?
“We’re dating,” Hoseok offers. “Y/N didn’t tell you because she wanted it to be a surprise.”
Your mother tilts her head before she nods, a smile breaking across her face. “That’s so great! I always thought that you two disliked each other, but I suppose love always finds a way.”
“Uh, yeah,” you say unconvincingly. It’s then that you take notice of the giant bouquet of roses he’s carrying, and you point at it dumbly. “What are those for?”
Hoseok smirks, breaking character for a split second before his face transforms once again into that of an angel. “For you, Mrs. Kim,” he responds, giving a slight bow and offering the flowers to your mother. She gushes, because of course she does. She’s always considered Hoseok to be one of her favourites amongst Namjoon’s friends, and she loves roses.
“How sweet! Thank you so much!”
Hoseok’s smile grows wider at her acceptance of the gift. He then, however, plucks one rose from the bunch. “You’re welcome. Except for this one,” he says before he turns in your direction. “This one is for you.”
When you take it from his grasp, he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to the apple of your cheek. It takes all your willpower to not jump back, but to keep your feet planted where they are. You’re meant to be posing as a couple, of course he’s supposed to kiss you. So how come your heart won’t stop racing in your chest?
You decide to ignore it and just accept the rose with a bashful smile, one that has your mother in an absolute joyous fit.
“You’re too kind, Hoseok. Here, let me take that into the kitchen, and Y/N will help you with your coat. We still have some preparations to do with dinner, and Seokjin’s already offered to assist. Y/N, why don’t you bring yours and Hoseok’s bags up to your room and give him a tour? It’s been ages since he was last here.”
You mutely agree before taking Hoseok’s coat to put in the hall closet. As he sheds his layers, you can’t help but notice how nice he looks when he cleans up. His hair is styled so that it’s parted close to the middle in loose waves away from his face, and he’s sporting a thin, dark green knit sweater over a pinstriped dress shirt. It looks like he even ironed his dress pants.
“Okay, babe,” Hoseok grabs your bag as well, emphasizing the pet name. You want to gag. “Let’s go to our room.”
That was one thing that you’d somehow forgotten in this whole mess. You and Jackson had always shared your bed, which obviously was never an issue. But sharing a bed with Hoseok means…well, sharing a bed with Hoseok. And you’re pretty certain you would rather cut off both legs and serve them with Christmas dinner than have to share a bed with him.
You curse yourself for not fully thinking every detail of this arrangement through, but begrudgingly lead him upstairs nevertheless. It’s too late now. Your room at the cottage is at the end of the hall, beside Namjoon’s. You’d decorated the room as a teenager, and your parents left it largely untouched, never bothering to change it. The same went for Namjoon’s as well, except they knew not to touch anything because your brother was—and still is—so particular.
The room itself is pretty simple. It’s painted an off-white with a combination of framed art and little polaroids and other photos pinned to the walls. String lights frame the window, and there’s a dresser, and a vanity with more pictures of you and your friends throughout the years taped to the sides. It’s cozy and warm, and being here reminds you of all the happy memories of your childhood. Hoseok looks around the room with an expression that you can’t quite place before dumping his bag on the bed. He saunters over to your vanity to look at the pictures you’ve kept up there all these years.
You watch him with both curiosity and apprehension as his eyes skim over the pictures of you and Namjoon as kids, you and your best friends in high school, and you almost miss the imperceptible clench of his jaw at a strip of photo booth pictures of you and Jackson. You see where his eyes are trained and immediately stride over, placing the rose he’d gifted you earlier on the tabletop, and pulling the photo down.
He watches as you regard it with a heavy heart, noticing how you breathe out heavily through your nostrils. You look as if you want to tear up the pictures and throw them in the trash, but instead you just open one of the empty drawers of the vanity and place it gingerly inside.
“Not over him yet?” Hoseok asks, his voice quieter than you’re expecting.
You look up at him, expecting to see either mirth or pity, but surprisingly, when you look into his eyes, you see gentle understanding.
“I…” you begin, unable to maintain eye contact. You run your hand through your hair and fold your arms over your chest. “I miss him,” you admit. “But our relationship was over way before we broke up.”
Hoseok gives a nod, but doesn’t prompt you to explain any further. He just shoves his hands in his pockets and moves away from the photos, understanding that maybe he’d overstepped his bounds.
It’s then that Namjoon pops his head in the doorway.
“Hey, lovebirds,” he grins, obviously having a hard time maintaining the façade. You can’t help but roll your eyes. “Dinner’s ready.”
“We’ll be down in a second,” Hoseok states, and Namjoon just shrugs before disappearing.
You turn and give Hoseok a wry smile. “Gonna try to kiss me again or something?”
Your brain nearly short circuits the minute the words leave your mouth. Am I…flirting with Hoseok?
He snorts in reply, hands still in his pockets. “No one’s around, so nah, probably not. This weekend is just for show, remember? I know I clean up nice, but try not to fall in love with me, yeah?”
“Ah, there he is,” you say with just the slightest hint of irritation. “For a second, I thought aliens had kidnapped you and replaced you with someone who was actually tolerable.”
Hoseok holds his hands over his heart and makes a fake pained noise. “My lady, you wound me! How doth I go on in a manner such as this?”
You blink at him. “Doth?”
He just shrugs. “Don’t worry about it. Look, I just, uh…I wanted to let you know that…”
You wait for his response, unsure of what he’s about to say. Your eyes meet his, and you can see the conflict plain as day on his face. With a sigh, he shakes his head.
“Never mind. I just wanted to say that I hope this weekend goes well.”
You regard him curiously, but give a slight nod. “Yeah. Me too.”
The two of you head downstairs to find everyone else in the dining room, Namjoon and Seokjin sitting and sipping wine while chatting animatedly with your father.
Your socked feet pad along towards the delicious smell of a home cooked meal, Hoseok following close behind. You’re not used to being so physically close to him, and you can feel the warmth radiating off of his body. You try not to think about how you can smell his cologne, a delicious, perfect smell that has you biting the inside of your cheek.
You sneak a glance at him. Has his jawline always been so sharp? Admittedly, Hoseok has always been good-looking, but you’d never bothered to notice until now. You mentally slap yourself for thinking these things—this is Hoseok. Asshole extraordinaire, your brother’s best friend and roommate, and the bane of your existence since you were sixteen.
“Hoseok! Y/N!” Your mother calls as she lowers the hot dishes down onto the placemats. You turn away from Hoseok momentarily to eye her, a frown forming at the obvious giddiness filtering into her voice. She nods skyward, causing the two of you to look up as well. And then she says the one word you’d been dreading since you set foot into the cottage: “Mistletoe!”
She’s right. Pinned to the entryway into the dining room is a sprig of mistletoe, dangling over your heads. She’s evil, you concur. My mother is the devil.
Hoseok turns to you, and your eyes widen at his proximity. He smirks, that insolent, infuriating half-grin that both has your blood boiling and your heart racing. “Well, baby,” he purrs, wiggling his eyebrows. “Shall we give them a show?”
Before you have the chance to vehemently protest, One of Hoseok’s hands is on your lower back, and the other is cupping the back of your neck. He dips you down, catching you off guard. Your arms instinctively loop around his neck so you don’t fall, and in that split-second of shock, he kisses you.
Like, really kisses you.
This isn’t the peck on the cheek that he’d given you when you’d first lied to your mother about the two of you dating. The way he’s kissing you now feels different, like it’s grounded in something you can’t quite place. And, perhaps in a moment of temporary insanity, you kiss him back.
As soon as Hoseok feels your lips moving along with his, a deep groan rumbles in his chest. Your fingers curl into his hair as he presses you so close, and you swear you feel the wetness of his tongue gliding across the seam of your mouth.
Namjoon wolf-whistles and the two of you break apart before it can get too heated. A good thing, since you were starting to lose yourself in the feeling of Hoseok’s lips against yours, the gentle way in which his thumb rubs circles against your lower back. Hoseok lifts you back to standing and you immediately hide your face against his shoulder, your back to the rest of your family as he holds you close. You’d never been overly affectionate with any of your exes in front of your parents, even Jackson. So having practically made out with someone who you consider your nemesis in front of them is mortifying.
You feel his lips against your crown, almost imperceptible. You peel yourself away from him to look into his eyes, his expression unreadable. You hear someone at the table clear their throat, and it breaks the spell, causing you to take a step back, trying to hide the deep blush on your face behind your hair.
“If you’re done,” your father states in a teasing tone, “the rest of us would like to start eating.”
You bite the inside of your cheek as you and Hoseok take your seats opposite Namjoon and Seokjin. Your parents are sitting on either end of the table, Hoseok closest to your mother and you closest to your father. The spread of food on the table looks delicious, and you all start to dig in. Seokjin won’t stop piling sweet potatoes and turkey slices onto his plate, and when Namjoon scolds him for it, he proceeds to lick every item just to lay his claim.
You wonder what it’s like for your brother and his boyfriend to share one brain cell.
“So,” your father finally pipes up once everyone’s plates are full and the sounds of forks and knives clinking has filled the room. He gestures to you and Hoseok, an eyebrow raised. “When did this happen?”
You turn to look at Hoseok, realizing in your stupidity that you hadn’t come up with a backstory. Hoseok sees the apprehension in your eyes and decides to be the one to speak up.
“It was a few weeks after her and Jackson had broken up and she moved into our building,” Hoseok comments, addressing both of your parents. “I hadn’t seen Y/N in a while, since she was always working. But then one day she came over to visit Namjoon, and…” He then turns to look at you, making sure your eyes don’t stray from his. “I just thought she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and that I was an idiot for not noticing sooner.”
Your jaw can’t help but drop just slightly at the confession, but then you remember that this is all an act. This is just so your parents will leave you alone about what happened with Jackson, and Hoseok is just a better actor than you’d ever given him credit for. It sets a sharp bitterness in your mouth, forcing you to remember that you hate Hoseok, and that he hates you too.
For some reason, though it’s been fact for the majority of your adult life, the harsh reality has your heart clenching in your chest.
“How romantic!” Your mother’s cooing interrupts your thoughts. Hoseok is smiling gently at you, and you can’t help but blush and turn away to pick at your food as you gather your thoughts.
“Yeah,” you agree, clearing your throat. “We both thought that maybe it would be a little too soon after everything that happened, but…”
“It just feels right,” Hoseok finishes for you.
You can’t help but wonder if an alien really did abduct the real Hoseok and left an imposter as a replacement, but you play along, nodding slightly.
“Yeah. It does.”
—
Dinner passes with the expected amount of painful questioning, mostly from your mom. Your dad has always stated that he trusts your judgment when it comes to the guys you date, and since he already knows Hoseok, his questions are thankfully minimal. When you’d first brought Jackson home for dinner, you were worried that he and your father wouldn’t get along. But as was in your then-boyfriend’s nature, he won them both over with his sharp wit and bold sense of humour.
You sink into your chair as the memories long since past swirl around in your mind and have you staring off into space. Hoseok seems to notice immediately and he nudges you under the table as Seokjin and your father engage in a dad-joke competition that has your mother and Namjoon each refilling their glasses of wine.
“You okay?”
Your fingers drum along the stem of your own wine glass before pushing it away. “Had too much to drink maybe. I think I have a bit of a headache.”
Hoseok frowns, glancing at the others. “Do you want to get some fresh air?”
You offer up a small smile. “Actually, yeah. That’s a great idea.”
Hoseok beams at you before pressing a kiss to your forehead, catching you off guard, and rising to his feet. “Y/N and I are going to go for a quick walk. Too much wine, you know?” You hear him joke, though the ringing in your ears that began when his lips touched your skin hasn’t stopped just yet. You take a second to gather yourself, ignoring Namjoon’s apprehensive eyes, and follow Hoseok to the front foyer to collect your coats.
Winter has never been one of your favourite seasons—in fact, if you were forced to rank them, it would most likely place dead last, with summer being at the very top. But you have to admit, as you and Hoseok walk one of the trails that leads down to the lake, winter truly can be beautiful.
The sound of your snow boots crunching against the snowy ground fill your ears as you take in the sight of evergreens coated in snow, of other cottages in the distance glowing in the frigid night, and the decorative lights that break through the dark blue of the night sky. It’s quiet, save for the satisfying noise of snow being displaced under the rubber soles of your boots. Beside you, Hoseok is silent, chin tilted upward as he quietly observes everything around him.
Hoseok has been to your cottage before, just once, in the summer when you were teenagers. It had been the year he’d first moved to the city, and Namjoon had wanted him to feel welcome. That was the summer he’d wound up on your shit list, pushing you off the dock and into the lake where your foot had caught on some seaweed and you’d nearly drowned. After you’d been rescued and it was confirmed that you were alright, he’d laughed in that loud, maniacal way that you would grow to detest, dramatically making fun of how you’d fallen when he’d shoved you. After that, you had urged your parents to ban him from ever visiting the cottage again, having humiliated and nearly killed you that summer.
The path to the lake winds through the woods, though it’s a path that has been trodden by so many that you could walk it with your eyes closed. Neither you or Hoseok say anything—there’s no need to, you find, as the silence doesn’t feel as awkward as you’d expect. If anything, it feels comfortable and familiar. You chalk it up to just having known Hoseok for a long time, that his presence at your side isn’t as unfamiliar as that of a total stranger.
Eventually, the trees part and the sound of the lake lapping against the shore fills your ears. You’d always loved your cottage for this reason—being by the lake, hearing the steady rhythm of the water, always fills your mind with calm. There are a few fallen logs that serve as seating, and you dust off the snow to make room for you and Hoseok to sit down.
Your hands are shoved into the pockets of your coat and you sigh, glancing out at the horizon. It’s dark, but you can see dots of warm light on the other side of the water, and you smile to yourself at the thought of other families getting together and enjoying the holidays.
You wonder if Jackson is with his new girlfriend.
Prying your eyes away from the waves, you stare down at your boots, suddenly hyper focused on pushing a small pile of snow from the outside of your foot to the inside, and back again. Hoseok notices, his voice soft when he speaks.
“You know, it’s okay to miss him.”
Your head snaps in his direction as you peer up into the warm chocolate of his eyes. “What?”
“It’s okay to miss him,” Hoseok repeats with a shrug. “I can tell that you’re not totally over your breakup.”
You frown, turning back to fixate on the snow. “Is it that obvious?”
Hoseok snorts. “I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m doing the majority of the heavy lifting with your parents, right now. If Namjoon ‘secretly’ rolls his eyes one more time, I think they might actually fall out of his face.”
You nod absentmindedly, remembering once again that none of this is real. Hoseok isn’t your boyfriend, and neither is Jackson. You’re alone, single and horribly lonely, and the weight of that reality starts to really sink in.
You don’t want to cry, but you feel tears escaping as you take in a shaky breath. “It’s just hard to get out of bed sometimes, you know?” You admit feebly, ashamed of how small your voice sounds. “I just can’t help but think that if maybe I had done more, or been more, then maybe we might still be together. I wish…I just wish I was enough for him. He was always enough for me.”
Hoseok seems to hesitate, but then he apprehensively lifts his arm and places it around your shoulders. It’s a little awkward as his hand gives you a good natured pat, not trying to pull you into his body heat, just sitting beside you and trying to offer you comfort. You can’t help but notice the distinct difference between this Hoseok and the one that was trying to charm your family. In there, he was cool, funny, and warm. Out here, he’s awkward, contemplative, and nervous.
You can’t help but think that you kind of prefer this version of Hoseok.
“You know,” he begins, his voice cutting through the chill in the air. “You can’t live your life thinking about shit like that. You’re always going to look back at moments in your past and think that if you had done something differently, that the outcome would be more favourable. But honestly, dwelling on it is only going to make it worse, since you can’t change it now. What’s done is done. You gotta move on.”
Deep down, you know Hoseok is right. But still, as your breath hitches in your throat, it doesn’t stop you from asking, “Do you think it’ll ever stop hurting this much?”
It’s then that Hoseok scoots a little closer, pulling you into the warmth of his embrace. You let yourself melt against him, your head resting upon his shoulder, as he rubs your arm and places his cheek against your crown. You close your eyes, the scent of sandalwood and spice filling your nostrils. And for the first time in what feels like ages, you don’t see Jackson’s face when you’re met with the darkness behind your eyelids.
No.
This time, you picture Hoseok.
And when he speaks, you nearly forget about Jackson altogether.
“Yeah, sweetheart. I know it will.”
You arrive back at the cottage, not feeling nearly as horrible as you had when you’d left. You apologize to your parents about not sticking around to help clean up or clear the table, but your mother just winks and says it’s alright, that it’s only natural to want some alone time with your new boyfriend.
You hate that you’re lying to her, but you also can’t stop the way your breath catches in your throat at the insinuation.
Alone time with your new boyfriend.
You pretend that those words aren’t circling in your brain as you sink into the covers, squishing yourself on one side of the double bed. Hoseok is on the other side, doing something that you can only describe as touching himself.
Not in a sexual way. But he’s lying down, arms shot straight up in the air as he runs his fingertips along his inner forearms, alternating every few seconds. His eyes are closed, and he looks absolutely insane.
“What are you doing?” You have to ask, turning your head on your pillow to face him. He’s moved on now to gently caressing his own chest, looking just as odd as before.
“My mom used to do this to me when I was a kid,” he explains, his eyes still shut. “It helps me fall asleep.”
You blink owlishly at him, unable to help the small giggle that escapes your lips. He cracks an eye open, glaring at you.
“What?”
“Nothing,” you respond, fully turning your body to face him now. “You just look crazy, is all.”
Hoseok drops his arms against the sheets in a minor huff. “Well, princess, sorry if it bothers you. You gonna volunteer to do it for me, then? Because if not, it’s going to be a long night.”
You gape at him for just a moment, though it morphs into an amused smile. “You really can’t get to sleep without someone touching you?”
Hoseok grumbles, annoyed that you know at least one of his secrets. “Unfortunately not.”
In a moment of boldness, you scoot towards him and gesture for him to face you. He does so with an unsure look, and you can’t help but notice his eyes widen as you start to run your fingers through his hair.
You don’t know what possesses you to do so, but all you know is that the strands are silky between your fingers, and your ministrations has Hoseok’s eyes starting to flutter shut. As your nails gently scrape along his scalp, he lets out a low moan, one that has him immediately darting awake and pulling away from you.
“I’m good,” he stutters out, creating distance between your bodies. “Th-thanks for that. But I’m okay.”
“Oh,” you respond, surprised and just slightly disappointed. “Well…goodnight, then.”
“Goodnight,” he replies gruffly, turning his back to you and tugging the duvet up to his chin. You sigh and do the same, attempting to get comfortable. You wind up staring at the wall as the minutes tick by on the clock, sleep deciding to evade you on this night.
From the other side of the bed, Hoseok also remains wide awake, his hands twitching as if he wants nothing more than to reach out and touch you.
But he doesn’t, because you’re his brother’s best friend, and you hate him. You’ve made that clear. So instead, he forces his eyes shut, and counts sheep until slumber decides to consume him in all-encompassing darkness.
—
The rest of the weekend passes by in a blur. There’s a new, underlying tension between you and Hoseok that you’re trying your best to ignore, although you know that at least Namjoon can sense that something is off.
You don’t tell anyone that when you’d awoken on Christmas morning, that Hoseok had been clinging to you like a koala, arms looped around your middle and a leg slung over yours. You’d carefully extradited yourself from his grasp without waking him, heading downstairs to help your father prepare breakfast for everyone.
But over the course of the entire weekend, Hoseok had been nothing but a total gentleman, always offering to help out with the dishes and setting the table, indulging your dad in talks of sports he knew nothing about, and even going so far as to help your mother with cooking. It made you look at him differently. He was so domestic, and you couldn’t deny the butterflies in the base of your stomach whenever he smiled in your direction. It had been confusing, to say the least.
It’s with the utmost relief that you find yourself backing your bags alone in your room, happy that you can finally return to your apartment to wallow in self pity all by your lonesome. You hear a rap against the doorframe, and as you turn, Hoseok steps into view. He’s dressed casually, wearing an oversized sweater and a pair of loose track pants, but you still can’t help but think that he looks effortlessly handsome.
You’re not sure when your brain started to produce these thoughts, but you try your hardest to ignore them.
“Hey,” he greets, almost sheepish. “You packing?”
It takes you a second to find your voice. “Yeah,” you nod, going back to sorting your belongings in the confines of your duffel bag. “You have all your stuff?”
“Yeah,” he confirms, pushing off from the door frame to make his way over to you. You feel his presence before you see how close he is, and his proximity has you standing up to your full height as you face him.
“Did you need something?” You ask, barely above a whisper.
Hoseok smiles with a shake of his head. Has he always looked this radiant?
“No, nothing like that,” he states, scratching at the back of his head. “I just, uh…wanted to say that surprisingly, I had fun this weekend.”
You can’t help but grin. “Yeah, me too. Definitely got my parents off my back, so I definitely owe you my thanks in that department.”
“Oh?” Hoseok raises an eyebrow. “Do I get to choose my token of gratitude?”
You tilt your head in confusion. “I mean, sure, I guess? Do you want money or something? Because that might have to wait until I’m employed again—”
“No,” Hoseok interrupts. “Nothing like that.”
You feel your palms starting to sweat. “Then what?”
You see his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallows hard. His voice sounds almost husky as he breathes out, “Kiss me.”
You almost take a step back, but force yourself to remain rooted in place, though shock is evident on your features. “W-what?”
“Kiss me,” he repeats, and you feel the warmth of his palm against your hip. “Without anyone watching, without the whole fake-boyfriend pretence.” He looks into your eyes, hopeful and oddly sincere. “Please?”
Your throat feels dry, and you swear the room is starting to spin. But your mouth speaks before your mind can catch up, asking, “Just once?”
The look in his eyes becomes unreadable, almost distant, before he answers, his breath fanning across your face. He’s so close. “Yeah. Just once.”
Your body feels like it’s running on autopilot as you lift your arms to loop around Hoseok’s neck. His grip on your waist tightens as he draws you in, closer and closer. You rise to the tips of your toes and feel his nose grazing against yours. You feel his lips barely grazing against yours, almost touching but not quite. You feel dizzy with want, this inexplicable spark of desire growing within you and warming your body from the inside out. For the very first time, you realize that you want him, that you want Jung Hoseok, and it terrifies you.
You’re just about to finally close the distance when you hear your mother from the doorway.
“Y/N, Hobi, I just wanted to—oh! Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt!”
You practically jump back from Hoseok, the moment shattered as you retract your arms from his body and curl in on yourself, squeezing your eyes shut for a second. You hear Hoseok sigh before he reluctantly moves his hands from your waist.
“That’s okay, Mrs. Kim,” he says in a strained voice. “I should probably finish packing up my car anyway.” He leans down and presses a kiss to your cheek, oddly close to the corner of your mouth. The next question he whispers into your ear, so quiet you almost don’t hear him. “See you back at the apartment?”
Oh. Part of you had hoped that Hoseok would offer to drive you back, but you suppose it makes more sense for Namjoon and Seokjin to take you. You and Hoseok need some distance, a little space to figure out the whirlwind of confusing emotions that have threatened to consume you whole. You just nod dumbly, still not looking at him. If you look at him, you might say or do something you’ll just regret later, with your mother as a witness by the door.
He lingers a moment longer before finally leaving the room. Your mother smiles at him as he goes, and he offers her a small upward quirk of his lips in return. Once the two of you are alone, and you’ve shoved the rest of your things into your duffel, your mom walks over to you and sits on the bed. She pats the spot next to her, and you take a seat, hands folded in your lap.
“How are you doing, sweetie?”
You’re confused by the question. “Uh…fine?”
“No,” she shakes her head, reaching up to play with a strand of your hair. “That’s not what I’m asking.”
You’d known that from the beginning. Your mother had always been your biggest confidant, and she hadn’t had a chance to really talk to you by yourself since getting to the cottage. You’d been expecting this conversation, dreading it even. She continues.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner that you and Jackson had broken up?” She asks gently. You’d known that your mother had loved the boy, taken him in as a second son. She had joked in the past that the two of you should get married, and that had been the direction you thought your life was going in. But life has other plans. It always does.
You take a moment to gather your thoughts before replying. “I was embarrassed,” you admit truthfully. “I…I don’t know, Mom. I guess I always thought that Jackson was going to be it for me. I told so many people how much I loved him, and everyone would always tell me in return that we were the perfect couple. What kind of perfect couple breaks up because he’s married to his job?”
You take in a shaky breath and let it out slowly.
“I’m sorry for not telling you sooner. I just needed time to figure out my new normal again.”
She nods, staring off into space. After a beat, she pipes up. “Hoseok is great, though.”
You glance over at her, not realizing the tiny smile that has made its way onto your face. “Yeah. He is.”
“You know,” your mother muses, the distant look in her eyes full of nostalgia. “When you two were in high school, I always suspected that he had a crush on you. Boys always show that they like girls in the stupidest ways when they’re younger, what with all the teasing and such. But I have to say, the two of you together just make sense.”
You bite your lower lip. “We do?”
“Yeah,” she affirms. “I see it in the way he looks at you when you’re not paying attention. He really cares about you. And I know this relationship is new, and it’s coming off the heels of a breakup, but don’t let him go. Okay? At least not without a fight.”
In that instant, you almost tell her that the entire thing is fake. That none of it is real, that Hoseok is just a talented actor who had wanted to see how much of a shit show this weekend would truly be. But as your mother beams at you with all the love and warmth that you’d missed being holed up under the covers in your apartment, you just smile in return.
“Okay, Mom. I promise.”
Hoseok is already gone by the time you all pile into Seokjin’s car, saying he needed to get back to the studio to check on something, even though it was the day after Christmas. You don’t say anything, opting to put your headphones on and drown out everything around you as you stare blankly out the window.
“Can she hear us?” Namjoon asks his boyfriend as your eyes start to flutter shut. Seokjin’s hands tighten around the steering wheel as he glances back at you through the rearview mirror.
“I don’t think so. She’s got those giant noise-cancelling things on her head, and I think she’s taking a nap.”
Namjoon sighs, running a hand through his hair. “This is a mess, Jin.”
Seokjin agrees with a grunt. “Honestly, I still can’t believe Hobi actually agreed to come this weekend. Volunteered, even.”
“Yeah, well, you know how he feels about my sister,” Namjoon whispers, just in case you’re secretly awake or between songs. “This isn’t healthy for either of them. One of them is gonna get their heart broken, and it’s gonna be Hoseok.”
Seokjin tries to be optimistic. “But it looked as if she was into it, no?”
He strokes his index finger along his chin, pensive and frustrated. “I don’t know. Y/N has always been pretty good at hiding it in front of people whenever she’s upset or anxious. But whatever happened this weekend didn’t feel fake to me. From either of them.”
“Ah,” Seokjin tuts, driving with one hand as he leans his elbow against the windowsill. “They’re both adults, Joonie. They’ll figure it out, and everything will go back to normal.”
“I don’t know,” Namjoon responds with an air of trepidation. But he doesn’t say anything else.
—
Before you can blink, it’s New Year’s Eve. As soon as you’re back from your parents’ cottage, you pretty much go back to your previous routine—hiding out from the world in your apartment under the covers, only really coming out to eat or go to the bathroom. But this time, you’re not only hiding from the chaos that’s outside, but also from Hoseok.
You’ve never been more confused. You haven’t spoken to him since that weekend, nor have you gone over to his and Namjoon’s apartment. Your brother has reluctantly been giving you space, something that he only ever does when he knows you’re experiencing inner turmoil.
You flop down on your bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering just how you got here. You try to think back on when exactly these feelings had sprung up. Part of you wants to believe that it’s just because you were dying for affection of any kind after your break up, and Hoseok was just the one to provide it for you. You try to reason that if it had been any of your other friends, like Jungkook or Yoongi, you’d probably feel similarly.
But the larger part of your brain knows that that isn’t true.
You shut your eyes, taking in a deep breath. You need to be honest with yourself for once.
Truth be told, you’d always had a bit of a thing for Hoseok. When you’d first met him, you had just come home from varsity soccer practice, still wearing your uniform and dripping with sweat. He was sitting on the couch with Namjoon, joking around and teasing him as he struggled through some video game you didn’t recognize.
You’d immediately been attracted to him, his smile being the first thing that had you mesmerized. But you don’t really know what happened after that. He’d taken to teasing you, purposely pushing your buttons just to get a reaction. He was never particularly cruel, mostly annoying, but you figured that he hated you all the same. And because you refused to be pushed around, whatever he gave, you returned. If he was rude to you, you were rude right back. If he was passive aggressive, you accused him of being a giant baby.
Things only got worse when you started dating Jackson. Hoseok absolutely despised him and you could never figure out why. You figured it was because Jackson was quick-witted and often left Hoseok speechless, and he defended you whenever Hoseok decided to act foolishly. You never thought much of it until now, your mother’s words echoing in your head.
Had Hoseok been jealous all this time?
You try to shove the thought away, along with the butterflies that are still occupying your stomach, but to no avail. Maybe Hoseok really did like you, and maybe you like him too. Why else would he ask you to kiss him at the end of the weekend without anyone there to witness it? Surely that had to mean something.
You groan in frustration as your eyes shoot open.
You’re falling for Jung Hoseok.
In that instant, your phone buzzes. Part of you hopes it’s him, but instead it’s your brother’s name that pops up on your screen.
[Received: 10:07pm] Namjoon: The guys are all here. Are you still coming over for the countdown? We have wine
[Sent: 10:07pm] Y/N: How dare you tempt me with the devil’s juice
[Received: 10:08pm] Namjoon: Bitch
[Received: 10:08pm] Namjoon: You love wine. Come over
[Received: 10:08pm] Namjoon: Put on real people clothes. No ratty PJs allowed.
[Sent: 10:09pm] Y/N: You sound just like Dad. Fine. I’ll be over in 10
[Received: 10:10pm] Namjoon: Love you sooooo much. Jin and I are just doing some last-minute stuff, let yourself in whenever you’re ready
You heave a sigh and sit up, realizing you can’t hide from Hoseok forever. You drag yourself out of bed, quickly changing, making sure you look presentable, and trudging down the hall to Namjoon’s apartment.
You can hear the ruckus that is seven boys from behind the door once you approach. Everyone had come back from visiting their families, gathering at Namjoon and Hoseok’s, as is their tradition. You feel your palms start to sweat as you reach for the doorknob, slowly twisting it open and slipping inside.
No one seems to hear you come in, as there’s no break in conversation between the five boys situated in the living room. Jin and Namjoon are nowhere to be found, so you assume they’re still in the process of getting ready for the evening’s festivities. The television is on, showing one of the many New Year’s Eve countdown specials, some musical group performing their latest hit blaring from the speakers. You’re just about to make your presence known when you hear someone mention your name.
“Hobi, is it true that you actually went to Joon and Y/N’s cottage for the holidays?”
The voice belongs to Jimin. You peer around the corner into the living room, still going unnoticed. Hoseok is there, sitting on the couch nursing a beer.
“Yeah,” he responds gruffly, as if he doesn’t want to talk about it.
A new voice pipes up, this time belonging to Jungkook. He sounds incredulous as he asks, “Is it true that you went there posing as her boyfriend to her parents?”
Another affirmative grunt. You hear a chorus of laughter, and you can’t deny that it stings. Are they laughing at Hoseok having to spend a weekend with the person he hates the most, or are they laughing because your situation is just that pathetic?
“And how was that?” Yoongi asks as he downs the rest of his bottle of beer.
You can really only see the back of Hoseok’s head, but you can tell based on how he grips his beer a little tighter that he’s getting annoyed with his friends and their teasing. You’re about to step out from around the corner to put an end to all of it when he finally speaks up.
“Honestly? A waste of fucking time. She didn’t even put out. I figured she would be easier than that. Not that I want Jackson’s sloppy seconds anyway.”
Time stops.
You can’t breathe.
You can hear the guys speaking, but you can’t process it. You feel like you’re underwater, being dunked in a frozen lake with the ice trapping you below the surface. You don’t realize you’re crying until you hear your name being called.
“Y/N?” Namjoon asks as he pokes his head out from his bedroom. Immediately, all of the eyes in the room fall on you.
Hoseok stares at you, wide-eyed and mouth agape.
You want to throw up.
Namjoon approaches you quickly, hands coming to rest on your shoulders. “Y/N, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”
You don’t break eye contact with Hoseok as you start to shake your head.
Finally, you spit out, “Fuck you, Jung Hoseok.”
You wrench yourself from your brother’s grasp and head for the door, slamming it shut on your way out.
None of it was real.
None of it was real, and you feel so absolutely fucking stupid for believing that it could have been. Every touch, every kiss, all of it was just Hoseok doing what he does best—pretend. You were right all along. All he wanted was just some sick entertainment, and to maybe lure you into bed so that he could go back to his friends and brag about it behind your back.
You make it back to your place and throw the door open, not looking back when you swing it shut with your foot. But instead of the sound of the door slamming against the wooden frame, you hear it whack against something soft. You turn and immediately become furious at the sight of Hoseok stepping foot into your private space.
You march over and shove him hard, causing him to stumble back.
“Get the fuck out of my apartment.”
You’re almost shocked at how eerily calm your voice is. But you know that the dam is about to break, and if Hoseok doesn’t leave right this minute, you’re going to unleash a tsunami upon him.
“Y/N, wait, I can explain—”
That does it.
“Explain what?” You can’t help but yell. You’re just so tired, so embarrassed, so humiliated that all you want is him to leave so that you can cry your eyes out under the covers in peace. You try to shove him again, but he’s expecting it this time, his feet planted firmly on the ground. “Explain how this whole thing was just so that you could have more ammunition to make fun of me? So that I could be another notch in your bed post? Well, guess what, I don’t want to hear it, so why don’t you just get the fuck out and leave me alone!”
Hoseok vehemently shakes his head. “I’m not going anywhere.”
You bite your lip to stop from screaming at him, staring up at the ceiling in a feeble attempt to stop the tears from flowing.
“I’m asking you nicely, Hoseok,” you whisper, your voice trembling. “Please just leave, I can’t even look at you, I can’t—”
Before you can blink, he’s on you, lips pressed so firmly against yours that the contact makes your teeth click. Hoseok soothes the sting as his movements slow, his mouth coaxing a light moan from your throat. His hand lifts to cup your cheek, and for a delirious moment, you sink into the feeling of the kiss, of him kissing you.
It isn’t until you feel him tugging you against the length of his body that his words come rushing back to you in a flood of shame, anger, and hurt. You plant your hands on his chest and forcefully push him away, a resounding CRACK ringing through your apartment as a red mark in the shape of your handprint blooms across his cheek.
Hoseok is stunned, immediately letting you go. He rubs at where you’d slapped him, his lips downturned in a frown that doesn’t suit his beautiful face. He gapes at you for a few minutes before finally choking out, “What the fuck was that for?”
“Stop toying with me!” You practically wail, tears stinging your eyes. “You don’t get to just…just kiss me like that out of nowhere and pretend like everything is okay! What am I, a joke to you? Someone you can play around with and then go back and brag about to your friends?”
You take in a deep, wavering breath, shaking your head as you force yourself to look him in the eye.
“I can’t believe I trusted you.” You see Hoseok’s face fall, his hands twitching at his sides, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you imagine that it’s because he wants to reach out and touch you. You hate yourself for wanting it to be true. “I can’t believe I confided in you, that I—”
You clamp your mouth shut before the secret you’ve been holding back ever since Namjoon had introduced the two of you all those years ago slips from your tongue. This seems to spark something within Hoseok, and his face sets in determination.
“That you what?” He demands, taking a step forward. “I’m not playing around, Y/N. I wouldn’t do that. Not to you.”
“Then why did you say those things about me to the others?” You cry, hot tears streaking down your face. You helplessly swipe at them with your sleeves, hating that you’ve allowed yourself to get this emotional, that he’s seeing you break down in front of him. You turn away burying your face in your hands. “I’m so stupid, I’m so, so fucking stupid…”
You feel his arms circling you, and you start to cry harder when you feel his lips press against your crown.
“You’re not stupid,” he promises quietly, a large, warm palm rubbing gentle circles against your back. “This is real. The entire weekend with your parents—every touch, every kiss, I meant it.” He lets out a laugh. Not one of humour, but one of weary exhaustion. “You’re really gonna make me say it, aren’t you?”
You force yourself to take deep breaths, force yourself to pretend as if his touch isn’t a welcome comfort. You will the tears to cease, shakily asking, “Say what?”
Another laugh, this one followed by a short, hitched breath.
“I’m in love with you.”
You immediately try to wrestle yourself out of his hold, though his hands remain steadfast on your waist. “You what?”
His grip tightens ever so slightly, his gaze soft as he smiles down at you. “I’m in love with you.”
Your eyes search his, breath caught in your throat. “You’re lying.”
“I’m not,” he promises, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember.”
You’re too stunned to speak. How long had you dreamed of Hoseok saying those exact words to you? For him to want you, only you, for the weekend at your parents’ cottage to have been real instead of just a ruse to get your family off your back? Your eyes are still fixated on his, trying to figure out whether or not he’s telling the truth.
Hoseok must sense the thoughts racing through your mind, so he decides to continue. “When Namjoon introduced us back in high school, the first time I came over and you’d come back from soccer practice, my jaw nearly hit the floor. Namjoon figured out how I felt and warned me to stay away from you, so I kept my distance.”
Namjoon knew? Your brother knew this whole time?
“I was an asshole to you because it was the only way I knew how to get your attention. We were kids at the time, you know? Just stupid teenagers. But by the time we’d all grown up, that was just how we spoke to each other, and it was the only way I knew how to get you to even look in my direction. And then you were dating that asshole Jackson, and you just seemed so happy, and I couldn’t do anything about it.” He scoffs at himself, letting out a deep sigh. “I’m an idiot, right?”
You don’t answer. You can’t. Your voice is locked up in your throat, refusing to come out. So you just stare at him, stunned.
He continues. “I shouldn’t have said what I did back there. The guys…they don’t know how I feel about you, and they wouldn’t leave me alone. I know that it was wrong, and I regretted it the second I said it. But I don’t regret spending time with you, getting to really know you, or getting to pretend like you were actually mine, if only for a few days. I know I have a lifetime to atone for, and I just need you to know that I’m going to try, if you’ll let me.”
You don’t know what to say.
Hoseok smiles nervously, one hand coming up to rake through his hair. “You know, Y/N, I’m kind of bearing my heart and soul to you here, a little feedback would be appreciated.”
You still can’t will yourself to speak, and you feel Hoseok’s hand on your waist starting to slip.
“Look, I’m really sorry, I should have just kept my fucking mouth shut. Forget I said anything, I’ll just go—”
Before he can turn, you cut him off with your hands on either side of his face and your lips against his.
Words evade you, so you hope that you can convey everything in the kiss. Hoseok melts against you, his hands holding you close, slipping under the hem of your shirt to fan across the skin of your lower back. You reach up to tangle your fingers in his hair, only pulling away for a second to catch your breath.
“Holy shit,” Hoseok pants, his breath fanning across your lips. “You just kissed—”
You kiss him again, effectively shutting him up, because there are more important things the two of you can be doing with your mouths. Hoseok sinks into the kiss, moving you backwards until he’s crowding you against the wall of your front hallway. You moan when his tongue traces along your lower lip, and you open up for him, knees nearly buckling at the sensation of the first touch against yours.
The kiss is everything you’ve dreamed of and more. You can feel the sincerity, the desire, the love as Hoseok’s movements slow, stealing all the air from your lungs. His tongue gently caresses yours as he takes control, and you can feel his eyelashes fluttering light as a feather against the curve your cheek. Your fingers card through his hair, nails scraping against his scalp. He moans into your mouth, the same erotic sound that had escaped him the first night at the cottage. Hoseok presses you more firmly against the length of his body, and you can feel his arousal against your lower stomach.
Pulling away with a great amount of reluctance, your eyes search his. All you see is the truth.
Both his, and yours.
“It was real to me too,” you confess, breathless in the best way possible. “I didn’t know I wanted it to be until you kissed me under the mistletoe, but I do. I want you, Hoseok. All of you. Deep down, I think I always have.”
The smile that spreads across his face is so beautiful and radiant that it rivals the sun. Hoseok presses his forehead against yours, and takes in a deep breath as his eyes shut. He doesn’t say anything, and you run your thumb along his cheek, pecking at his mouth.
“What is it?”
“I just…” he begins, his voice so soft and so full of emotion. You press your palms against his shoulders so that you can see him fully, and you’re shocked to see the tears clinging to his lashes. “I love you,” he confesses, and you still feel your breath hitch at the words. “I love you, and I just need a second to make sure I’m not dreaming.”
“You’re not,” you promise, smoothing out the collar of his shirt absentmindedly. You want to say those three words back to him, but you know that you’re not ready yet. There’s still years of hurt to work through, to resolve and fix. But your heart longs for him, marvels in how right it feels to be in his arms, to kiss him, to be as close to him as possible.
Hoseok seems to be able to read your mind, his thumb rubbing gentle circles against your hip. “I know I have a lot of apologizing to do,” he says, barely above a whisper. “I’d like to show you just how sorry I am, and how much I love you, if you’ll let me.”
Even after his confession, and though he’s holding you so close that nothing else but the two of you exists, you have to feebly ask, “Promise you won’t use this to make fun of me behind my back with the guys?”
Hoseok’s head hangs in shame for a second before he rises to look at you, the smile gone from his face. It’s replaced by a look of sadness, pain filtering into his gaze. “Please, Y/N. I need you to believe me when I say that I don’t want to hurt you anymore. I’ve never felt this way about anyone, ever. I’m not about to blow my chance with you for some stupid prank.”
You worry your lower lip between your teeth before you raise your hand, holding up your pinky finger. “Promise?”
A tiny smile begins to spread across his face as he holds his up as well, hooking his little finger with yours. “Promise.”
You’re not sure who leans in first after that. All you know is that his hand is cupping your jaw and you’re clinging to his shirt as he kisses you with so much love, passion, and adoration that you swear your heart is going to burst out of your chest.
Hoseok guides you in the direction of your room, and the two of you stumble along, clothes thrown overhead and shed along the way. By the time you feel Hoseok gently push you down on the bed, his shirt is off and you’re only in your bra and panties, a plain, boring white set that you wish was just a little fancier. Hoseok doesn’t seem to mind though, as he climbs over you and looks down at your body as if he wants to devour you whole.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he pants, his mouth scorching hot as he pulls bruises with his teeth along your neck and collarbone. You whine beneath him as he noses your bra strap down your shoulder, sucking and licking down the curve of your breast.
“Hobi, please,” you whimper as he tugs your bra down to expose your nipples, immediately looking you dead in the eye as he elongates his tongue and traces the very tip along the edge of your areola. He lavishes your breast with attention, his thumb grazing over your other nipple before he switches his ministrations. You arch into his mouth, and Hoseok takes the opportunity to slide his hands underneath you to unhook your bra.
He tosses it aside flippantly before pressing open mouthed kisses between the valley of your breasts, and down your stomach.
“I’ve been thinking about you ever since that first night at the cottage,” Hoseok breathes against the band of your panties, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. He tugs them down slowly, his voice deep and husky as he tries to keep himself under control.
You can tell it’s a losing battle, if his blown out pupils and the tent in his jeans are any indication.
“The things I want to do to you,” he growls, his palms spreading your legs wide so that they’re flat against the bed. You whimper out a moan as he trails kisses from your knee up your inner thigh, stopping just before where you need him most. “With my tongue…with my hands…” Hoseok runs his thumb along your dripping slit, not adding much pressure, but just a ghost of a touch to let you know that he sees what a mess you’ve already made. “Fuck, you have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
“Jesus Christ,” you gasp as you feel his calloused digit swipe lightly over your swollen clit. “Hobi, please, I need more—”
He smirks up at you, and you watch as he, with all the time in the world, bends down while maintaining steady eye contact. His tongue pokes out of his mouth and he flicks the tip of it against your clit, and it’s enough to already having you buck up towards him for something, anything.
“Are you gonna be a good girl and give me what I want?” Hoseok purrs before leaning down to suck on your clit, hard. You yelp at the sensation but then he moves away, looking up at you expectantly.
You card your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly at the roots. “Yes, Hoseok, please, anything. You already have me. Please, please, I need you.”
“Mmm,” he hums, sucking on it again before backing off. Part of you wants to smack him upside the head. How is he still so infuriating? “Can’t wait to make this pussy mine. Can’t wait to claim you, to ruin you for anyone else.”
You can’t help but grumble. “I don’t know, at this point, I’m starting to believe you’re all talk—”
You’re abruptly cut off my Hoseok latching his mouth to your clit, delivering the perfect amount of pressure as he licks and sucks at your most sensitive area. You moan out something akin to his name, and it only spurs him on further. He growls against your pussy and you feel it vibrating deep in your core, your fingers grasping for purchase against his soft strands.
Your eyes flutter shut as he focuses all his attention on your clit, drawing out more and more obscene moans and whines from your lips. It’s when you feel two of his fingers sliding into your heat that your eyes fly open and you start to squirm in his grasp.
“You’re so wet, baby,” Hoseok growls as he continues to massage your inner walls with his long, deft fingers. He curls them upward until he finds what he’s looking for, the spot deep inside of you that has you keening when he presses on it. You feel him grin against your skin. “Ah, there it is.”
You’re not sure if you can survive this experience, not if he keeps talking like that. But it stirs something within you, something primal and desperate, and you buck your hips as his movements get faster and faster.
The obscene sound of his tongue flicking against your clit stops as he suddenly sits up, and you let out a whine of protest. His fingers remain inside of you but he moves so that he’s draped along your side, slightly hovering over your body. He leans in to kiss you, just as his hand starts to move. The heel of his palm beats against your clit with every thrust of his fingers, and you cry against his lips as he shifts to whisper the filthiest things into your ear.
The wet sound of his fingers fucking you and his palm slapping against your pussy fills the room and has your legs starting to shake.
“Press those legs really wide for me, baby,” Hoseok orders as his hand picks up speed. You do as he says, and to reward you, his hand fucks you a little harder. “Good girl. Fuck. I’ve been thinking of making you come all fucking week. Mmm, how does it feel, baby? How does it feel to have my fingers fuck you open, prepare you for my cock?”
You want to scream, but you can see the light at the end of the tunnel, the release that you’d so desperately been longing for rapidly approaching. Instead you whimper out a barely-there response, Hoseok’s fingers dragging brutally against your g-spot.
“Always dreamed of watching you come, of making you come. It’s all I’ve ever fucking wanted, and now I have you right where I’ve always wanted you. Now I want you to come for me. Can you do that baby? Can you come on my fingers?”
One of your hands fists the sheets while the other holds him close, nudging him with your nose until he gets the hint to kiss you.
“Come for me,” he murmurs into the kiss, and you feel your walls begin to clench down on him. The fluttering begins, and Hoseok’s tone becomes gentle, almost reverent. “Good girl,” he praises as he feels the beginnings of your orgasm. “Good girl, come on, come on…”
You come with a scream, bucking your pussy against his palm as he helps you ride out the pleasure. Shockwaves tear through you as Hoseok extends your orgasm for as long as possible, peppering your face and neck with kisses as you finally start to come down.
“Mmm, baby, look at you,” Hoseok purrs, sliding his fingers out of your wet heat and holding them up so you can see how they glisten in the dim light. “Open your mouth for me, Y/N.”
You do as you’re told, and you see his nostrils start to flare as he slides his fingers into your mouth and you suck the evidence of your own bliss off his skin. His prominent Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, removing is fingers before he kisses you for all he’s worth. Your fingers tremble as you struggle with his belt, still feeling lightheaded from his earlier ministrations. Hoseok eventually just lifts himself off the bed and shucks off his jeans and boxers in one go, abandoning them in a pile on the floor as he palms his hardened cock.
You sit up on your elbows as he places a knee back on the bed, and you bite your lip at his size. Hoseok is gorgeous, truly having a dancer’s body. He’s streamlined and lean, and his cock is thicker than you expect. He strokes himself steadily while gazing upon you like a wolf about to pounce on a rabbit.
“How do you want it?”
You bite your lip before reaching over to gently grasp his wrist. “I want to see you.”
Hoseok nods as you sit up fully and open the drawer to your bedside table to retrieve a condom from your stash. You open the foil and help slide it down his length, watching with a hint of smugness as his eyes roll back in his head when you squeeze his shaft. Once it’s rolled on all the way to his base, he nudges you to lie back, and you part your thighs for him once more.
He lets out a groan, hooking your legs over his elbows, before he leans forward, the head of his cock brushing against your still-sensitive lips. “I still can’t believe this is finally happening,” he chuckles breathlessly as he effectively folds you in half, leaving you completely open and exposed for him. You reach down to guide him in, your other hand cupping the back of his neck as he rests his forehead against yours.
You feel the head of his cock parting your lips and then the delicious sting of him slowly filling you up. You don’t realize you’re both holding your breath until Hoseok releases a choked moan and you whimper out his name in response. You take him, inch by delicious inch, until you feel his pelvis pressing flush against yours.
He takes a moment to just breathe through the feeling of your tight, wet heat wrapped around him, and it allows for you to adjust to his girth inside of you. Once you feel ready, you peck at his mouth as a signal to move.
More proof that Hoseok is a dancer—his hips, once they start to roll into you, are absolutely fucking deadly. He fucks you like he’ll never get the chance again, like it’s his last day on Earth and he wants you writhing beneath him to be his final memory. Your nails scrape along his back as he starts out slow, his cock filling you so perfectly, going even deeper than his fingers had just moments before.
You also notice that when Hoseok isn’t whispering into your ear with the some of the filthiest shit you’ve ever heard, he cannot stop kissing you. It’s almost as if he can’t believe you’re real, and the feeling of your lips against his grounds him in a way that he just can’t explain.
He starts to pick up the pace, his hips slamming against yours with more vigour. “How does it feel, baby?” He grunts, grinding into you. “How does it feel to have my cock buried deep inside of you?”
He doesn’t give you a chance to respond as he braces his knees against the bed and starts to fuck you harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling your ears. You moan as he nips at your jaw, your nails dragging long, angry red marks along the honeyed skin of his back.
You’ve never seen Hoseok like this before in all the years that you’ve known him. His brow is furrowed in concentration, forehead dotted with sweat. You can tell that he’s trying to hold himself back as he explores every inch of your body, worshipping and revering you like he goddess he knows that you are.
“Your pussy is so fucking wet,” he praises, sucking in harsh breaths as he pounds into you, the bed frame creaking under the force of his thrusts. You’re helpless beneath him, and you see the veins in his neck start to protrude as he starts to lose control.
“Baby, I’m so close,” you keen, pushing his sweaty bangs out of his face.
“Yeah?” He asks, even though he can tell that you’re almost there. He presses the full length of his body against yours and fucks you until there’s nothing left in the entire universe but you and him. “Come with me, baby.”
When you come for the second time, you come harder than you ever have before. You scream out his name as you cling to him for dear life, your back arching clear off the bed as you feel wetness coating you both. Hoseok nearly chokes as he comes, burying himself deep inside of you as he spills into the condom, pinning you to the mattress as your name falls repeatedly from his lips.
Hoseok collapses on top of you, effectively squishing you under the weight of his body. You pout and squirm, nudging at his shoulders, though his spent body makes no effort to move.
“Hobi,” you whine with an air of laughter in your voice, limbs going limp. “Get off.”
“Let me just…bask in this for a second,” he pants, face still buried in the crook of your neck. “I’ve never made a girl squirt before.”
“Oh my god,” you wheeze, shoving at his shoulders. He moves off of you and you roll onto your stomach, burying your face in your pillow. He takes the opportunity to peel off the condom, tying it in a knot and tossing it in the trash. You say something, but it’s muffled by the fabric and Hoseok can’t help but giggle.
“I can’t hear you, dumb-dumb.”
You lift your face, but then cover it with your hands. “I’m so sorry. I’ve never done that before.”
“Sorry?” Hoseok asks, rising slightly before wrapping his arms around you and tugging you flush against him. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and the best sex I’ve ever hand, and you’re trying to apologize?”
You peer at him through the gap in your fingers. “It’s embarrassing.”
Hoseok wrenches your hands away from your face and kisses you before you can protest.
“Believe me when I tell you that it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You don’t need to be ashamed of yourself, or your body, or anything. I love you. Every part of you.”
You bite your lip and look away, knowing you’re unable to say the three words that you know Hoseok wants to hear more than anything. But again, sensing your discomfort, he lifts his hand to brush your hair away from your face.
“Don’t feel guilty,” he says quietly, stroking his thumb along your cheek. “You don’t have to say it back. I hope that one day you will, but I don’t expect you to reciprocate right away.”
Your eyes bore into his, and you wonder why this version of Hoseok couldn’t have been the one you’d met when you were sixteen. You lean in and kiss him so softly and so shyly that it’s barely there. But when you pull away, he’s smiling at you. That beautiful, radiant smile that makes you glad you’re lying down because it makes you weak in the knees.
“I’m getting there,” you promise, nose brushing against his. And you know it to be true. Even as you’re in his arms now, nestled perfectly like you were always meant to exist in his hold, you’re falling, falling falling. You just need some more time. But you know you’ll get there, if his tiny, hopeful smile is any indication.
You suddenly start to hear a ruckus from the hall, and also loud cheers from street level outside. You rise slightly, trying to peer over at your alarm clock, but Hoseok drags you back down with a pout.
“Clean up later. I’m comfy.”
“What time is it?” You ask, ignoring his petulant frown.
Hoseok caves and rolls over, emitting a small noise of surprise. “11:59.”
Then you hear people starting to count down.
10!
9!
Hoseok turns back to you, his eyes wide and shining as he takes you in, still basking in the after glow.
8!
7!
6!
You smile at him, the tiniest tear clinging to your lashes, and as you blink, Hoseok wipes it away with his thumb before it can tumble down your cheek.
5!
He leans in closer…
4!
Your eyes slowly close as you slide your hand along the back of his neck…
3!
His arms pull you in until there’s no space between you…
2!
You feel his warm breath fanning across your lips…
1!
Happy New Year!
The clock strikes midnight just as Hoseok kisses you, fireworks exploding just outside to ring in the new year. You lose yourself in the feel of him once more, in the taste of his tongue as it glides along the seam of your mouth. You don’t protest as he rolls on top of you, his thigh pressing between yours to spread your legs yet again.
When his questing hand blindly reaches out for the drawer of your bedside table, you detach from him momentarily to pant out, “Shouldn’t we go back and rejoin the others?”
Hoseok merely chuckles, tearing open another condom. “Screw the others,” he grins, and you can’t help but bite your lip in anticipation as you feel his arousal growing stiffer between your thighs. “I have a lot of lost time to make up for. They can wait.”
And as he pushes inside of you again, you can’t help but agree. You’d spent so long feeling so sad and so lost, you’d nearly forgotten what it was like to experience true happiness, and true bliss.
But as Hoseok worships your body and makes you forget about the outside world, you figure that you deserve to cling to whatever small piece of joy that you can. And you do—over and over, until the sun comes up and neither of you have the strength or energy to carry on.
Even after all of that though, Hoseok still bugs you to run your fingers along his arms and chest to help him fall asleep. You snort and call him a brat, to which he taunts you by saying you’re going to need to buy extra sets of sheets for every time he comes over.
You just shake your head as he drifts off, snoring softly, looking more and more like an angel as slumber finally takes him. You press a kiss to his forehead and nuzzle against him, his arms automatically wrapping around you, even in sleep. You sigh with a smile, relaxing in his grasp. You know that you still have a ways to go, but with Hoseok by your side, you finally feel ready to step into the sun.
Happy New Year, indeed.
A/N: It is FINALLY DONE! This is the longest one-shot I’ve ever written. I meant to have this out sooner, but you know how life is sometimes. I hope you enjoyed! And I hope you all had a happy and safe new year. Drop me a line and let me know what you think! Please share if you liked it!<3
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a sheep in wolf’s clothing (48k)
side taegiseok, wip
The stories of the sadistic, violent ways Jungkook’s known to kill and torment is enough to create a tremor in Jimin’s bones. He radiates an air of arrogance, his face a mask of threat, eyes dead of feeling. He’ll tear a man’s life apart and not give a shit about it.
Well, at least - that's what the rumors say.
Yoonminseok
Greedy (10k)
side taekook. wip
“Did you bring home dinner?”
Yoongi laughs quietly, kissing his temple. “You only love me for my food,” he whines.
Jimin punches him gently in the shoulder, rocking against him as he laughs quietly. “I love you for a lot of reasons.”
I love Hoseok too.
[Or alternatively; Yoongi and Jimin's relationship with Hoseok was supposed to just be about sex. That's it. But somehow along the way their hearts slipped into it and they're not sure how to tell the other.]
Multiple Ships
Kinktober ‘18
A series of pwps. WIP.
Taekook
Enticing (6k)
baby boy: waiting for u
Jungkook grits his teeth as he leans into the corner of the elevator to look at the picture that he knows is going to be inappropriate.
The only bit of Taehyung’s face in the picture is his sinfully parted lips, his head tilted back and chin jutting forward to highlight the sharp of his jaw. Jungkook focuses on the slope of his neck, and the thin black cloth wrapped over it.
He inhales sharply at the glittery pendant hanging over his Adam’s Apple spelling out his name.
jungkook: is that my surprise?
baby boy: there's more
play with me (8k)
“I’ve been hard all night.”
“Whose fault is that?” Jungkook asks, cocking his head as he lowers his lips until Taehyung can feel his breath warming across his mouth. “You could be coming right now, but only good boys can come, hm?”
Taehyung whimpers quietly, sinking lower into the seat. He likes when Jungkook crowds him in like this. He likes the way Jungkook slides a finger over his neck gently, despite the threat clinging to his words.
“I will be good now, baby. Let me show you.”
Jungkook grins before he shakes his head. “Nice try, Taehyung.”
strawberry cigarettes (9k)
“Hard not to be confident with the way you watch me,” Jungkook says.
“And what way is that?” The man sips again at his drink, dragging Jungkook’s attention to those long fingers of his.
“Like you want me.”
chiedere la luna (9k)
But it’s difficult to stay still, it’s difficult with his senses being flooded with Jungkook’s scent. It’s hard when Jungkook occasionally touches him, cupping the back of his neck or readjusting him on his lap and sending sparks up Taehyung’s spine.
It’s difficult with Jungkook’s cock nestled between his cheeks and the urge to wrap a hand around his own growing by the minute.
Maybe (15k)
“You - you deserve to be loved loudly.”
The words hang in the air for a moment before Taehyung’s brows scrunch and his pout appears. His fingers tighten in Jungkook’s shirt and Jungkook is moving closer even though Taehyung didn’t tug on him.
“You love everything loudly. You deserve to be loved that same way.”
Another laugh. Jungkook wonders if it’s a distraction from the way Taehyung lets go of his shirt to fit his hand under the material instead. Fireworks could go off and Jungkook wouldn’t notice, wouldn’t be able to take his attention away from Taehyung’s hands on his bare skin.
“I do,” Taehyung whispers, “which is why I don’t understand how you haven’t noticed.”
the happiest place on earth (15k)
“Oh god, Kook. Don’t tell me you’re going to propose in front of the Cinderella Castle. That’s like, extra cheesy. The most cheese, even for you.”
“No?” Jungkook laughs. Does it sound as nervous to Taehyung as it does to himself? “No, that’s corny. Definitely not.”
Dilemma (68k)
side namjin, yoonminseok implied
If anything is as routine as Yoongi whining about the room filling with smoke before he helps add to it is Taehyung slipping away sometime throughout the night to feed his kissing addiction. Even though Jungkook has lips and is usually in hands reach of Taehyung, he’ll disappear and reappear moments later with someone else. It’s fine.
It’s torture.
[Or the one where Jungkook likes frogs, Taehyung, and thinks everyone else sucks.]
just look to the moon (151k)
completed. implied minjoon/sope
“Do you remember when I first moved? When I didn’t know where I was going?”
“I remember.”
“I said no matter where I went, I would find a dock like this so we could still look at the moon together with our toes in the water.”
Taehyung smiles at the memory. “A poet you’ve always been. It’s all that sad love shit you listen to.”
Jungkook’s chest vibrates with his quiet laughter. “I’m just saying. That will be true even if we fall in love with different places.”
[Or, for as long as Taehyung can remember, he and Jungkook have been planning this after college graduation road trip. That's all Taehyung knew about his future; a summer, a lifetime, side by side with Jungkook. He didn't know it would be his last summer with Jungkook, and that it would be years before he saw him again.]
time or place (i’ll come back to you) (131k)
side yoonminseok, side namjin
"Go Taehyung. I'll find you, you know I'll always find you."
[Prompt: Vampires can become servants. They feed off of human servants, drink animal blood, or drink from each other if mated.
Vampires can be enslaved/bound by an object they hold dear to them. These are usually worn by their master (or they just wear a few and command one of the vampires to guard the other items).
Taehyung (at age 8) makes the mistake of getting Jungkook’s ring back. Jungkook kills his whole family and spares Taehyung to return the favor.
Years pass, and they meet again when Taehyung grows up. Jungkook had already forgotten about the incident but Taehyung had not.]
companion fic: Together Again (6k)
“Taehyung,” Jungkook murmurs, eyes searching over his face. He does seem fine, but he’s still an idiot. “What are you doing wandering around by yourself?”
Taehyung hums, head cocking to the side as he rubs his fingers down Jungkook’s nape. He nudges him forward, guiding Jungkook towards the thick, blue vein he can see trailing down Taehyung’s throat.
“Someone’s being stubborn and won’t feed,” Taehyung whispers. “Good thing I just happen to be his favorite snack.”
chemistry (200k)
side yoonminseok, side namjin
“What’s your zodiac sign?”
“Virgo,” Jungkook responds without thinking. He frowns, glaring. “Why?”
“Hm, I can work with that,” Taehyung says. “I’m a Capricorn.”
“Fascinating. Now back to Chemistry -”
“Isn’t that what I was talking about?”
[Or, Jungkook just wants to get his tutoring sessions with the President's son over with. Taehyung just wants to get his cute tutor under him.]
companion fic: Meet the Parents (5k)
“Appa and Eomma are coming for dinner,” Jungkook reminds him.
Taehyung looks terrified now, but he quickly schools his features when Jungkook looks to him.
“You forgot,” Jungkook comments.
Immediately, Taehyung shakes his head. His lips purse out, the lie obvious on his face.
“No, of course not,” Taehyung tells him. “I’ve been looking forward to it. Excited even. I can’t fricking wait, Jeon.”
Nodus Tollens (384k)
Yoonmin is also a main pairing. Side Namjin, Hoseok/Jooheon
“I don’t like,” Jeongguk starts off, hesitating with what to say. “I know you must be doing this to take care of your siblings. Let me help in a way where you don’t have to put yourself in harmful situations.”
Taehyung snorts but there’s no emotion to it. He pats his face with a cotton swab, drying the sweat clinging to his forehead. “I don’t need a hero, Gukkie baby.”
“Nah, I heard you need a Daddy.”
This time when Taehyung snorts, it sounds half amused and half embarrassed.
[Or the one where Taehyung's life and the rules he set up for himself had been easy before he met Jeongguk. He's definitely not making things harder on himself, thanks.]
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You Had To Open Your Mouth
Like A Mate Should
Summary: Namjoon and Jin see you being attacked as a godsend. You see your attack and meeting them as a series of unfortunate events. How unfortunate that you’re their mate.
Pairings: established NamJin / Namjin x Reader/ Jin x Reader
Word Count: 3,321
Masterlist > Previous > Next
The house is eerily quiet when you leave the room the next morning, the complete opposite from the loud, boisterousness of the boys you’ve already come to expect. A mop of dark hair peeks over the back of the couch as you walk into the living room. Jungkook is sitting, a small gaming device in his hands that has his whole attention.
“Where is everyone?”
The game flies from hand to hand as Jungkook jumps in his spot and loudly curses before the device finally falls onto the carpet with a dull thud. Jungkook rushes to pick up the device and he sets in on the coffee table before turning to you. He stares at you until you raise your eyebrows in a silent question and he’s reminded to speak.
“Oh, uh, Jimin and Hobi went into town. Suga’s probably still sleeping, and Tae probably went to the pond, and I um- I don’t know where Namjoon-hyung and Jin-hyung are.” He says the last bit of information as though he’s trying to keep a secret. An awkward silence blankets the both of you so your standing facing each other, eyes shifting around the room.
“I’m the one that’s bringing you back to town,” Jungkook blurts out. “Not that I asked to. That would be weird of me to ask because, you know, Jimin. Not to say that you’re not pretty-because you are- it’s just that I don’t really go that way and even if I did, it wouldn’t matter because Jin and Namjoo-wait.” The entire time Jungkook spoke, he kept his eyes to the floor and suddenly looked up as he remembered something halfway through his speel, face mortified.
You bit your lower lip before pursing your lips and standing on your tiptoes to lower yourself flat-footed again.
“....Okay. Are you good to go then?”
Jungkook rapidly nods, glad for the break in the conversation. “Are you okay to walk?”
“Uh, yeah,” you look down at your ankle mumbling, “I don’t think it’s fully healed but I should be good walking on it.”
Jungkook nods again.
You follow him out of the door onto the front porch. There’s a large space cleared that you assume is used as a lawn before the grass becomes shaded by trees. You see a large garden on one side of the yard and next to you on the porch is a dark, oak bench swing with a pastel blue cushion. You grip onto the railing as you limp down the small set of stairs onto the stone path leading into the woods. Jungkook watches from the bottom with worried eyes.
You’ve barely been walking for five minutes before you want to punch the younger man in the face. He’s already asked you about twenty times how you were feeling and if you were okay to keep walking. If it weren’t for his red face and the way his gaze would flicker to the ground whenever he caught you looking at him, you might have actually thrown hands. The tension between you and Jungkook built and there were only so many trees you could distract yourself with as you walked by.
“So how did you all meet?”
Jungkook stumbles in the path.
His lips split into a wide, nervous smile. The chubbiness of his cheeks with his slightly oversized front teeth and the softness of his nature at that second make you forget what exactly he is.
“Um, I’m half shapeshifter so my mom sent me away to school so I wouldn’t be seen in the clan and I met Taehyung there and he introduced me to everyone.” Jungkook’s eyes light up despite the heaviness of his words, perhaps from the opportunity to talk to someone new.
Jungkook takes a full breath before his face lifts and he begins speaking again. “I was really nervous at first because they were all older than me but Jin-hyung and Namjoon-hyung became like parents to me. Jin-hyung would actually drive me to school most days-Yoongi would sometimes drive me when he felt like it or he had to pick something up in town.”
Jungkook is looking at the ground as he talks but his expression is comfortable. You didn’t expect him to open up like this to you but his youthful aura begs you to stay silent and let him take advantage of you listening. Besides, it’s better than the solitary silence of the plant life around you.
Jungkook’s eyes squint in happiness as he reminisces, “It actually took me and Jimin awhile before we realized we were mates.” He looks up at you, a glint in his eyes. “I would annoy him a lot and I always looked up to him so I would copy him and for the longest time, I thought he was mated to Yoongi-hyung but then one day when he went into heat, Taehyung came running to me, yelling about Jimin was asking for me.” He laughs at the end as if he were sharing an inside joke with you.
Memories pop into your brain of the lessons your own mother taught you about werewolf mating and the brief touch on the topic in your high-school health class.
Jungkook hasn’t taken any notice to your mind drifting away. “And then it turned out that Yoongi-hyung and Hoseok-hyung were mates but they’re not as affectionate as Jimin and me and they completed their mark so they didn’t need to be around each other all the time when I joined the pack….You okay?”
Jungkook looks at you with wide, inquisitive eyes.
Your face flushes. “Yeah, I just- I just thought that it was uncommon for two werewolves that were the same gender to mate?”
If Jungkook has any issue with the word ‘werewolf’ or the question itself, he doesn’t show it. Instead, his eyes softened in understanding.
“I think it’s about the same as humans.”
“Yeah, but I thought you guys chose mates based on reproductive purposes.”
“Humans do the same thing, don’t they? And if you’re talking about us having mates based on how well we’ll be able to have children with them, then that’s a myth.” Jungkook sees your confused expression and continues on. “We don’t get to choose our mate, it’s just kind of, instinctual to us? Our nature subconsciously chooses partners it knows will most compatible with us based on scent so that doesn’t always mean whoever will give you the healthiest pups. It’s just who you’ll be most in sync with physically and emotionally, and then typically because of that our pups are extremely healthy and grow up sturdy.”
You silently nod in confirmation, absorbing all of the information thrown at you. Jungkook’s taught you more in 10 minutes than what you’ve learned about shapeshifters your whole life.
“Do you humans not feel the same connection?”
The innocence of his question draws out an unnatural amount of maternal sympathy. “Not really, no. Relationships like that usually take us a while to build.”
“In every movie with humans, they always find their mate though.”
“Yeah-those are just movies, Jungkook,” you look him in the eyes. “Nothing about them is realistic, especially the falling in love in three weeks.”
“So you’re telling me humans feel nothing when they meet their mate?”
“Nope.”
“I feel bad for Jin-hyung and Namjoon-hyung now,” Jungkook pouts at the ground and continues his trek.
Your eyebrows pinch as you follow behind him, mindful of the small boulders bulging from the section of the path you’re currently on, “Why?”
“Because Namjoon-hyung came back home when he ran into you and he couldn’t stop talking about you. I’m pretty sure him and Jin stayed up all night talking about you.”
You reach out and grab Jungkook’s arm to make him stop again. This time he looks just as confused as you do at your ministrations. “Wait, what? When did Namjoon run into me?”
“When he went into town.”
You shake your head to convey you still have no indication of when you and Namjoon crossed paths. “When did he go into town?”
Jungkook’s eyes flicker up as he thinks back a few days ago. “About two days before we found you and brought you back home.”
Your mind replays the week's events back to you until you get to the last time you were in town but your mind comes up blank. The only thing you can remember is the lunch you had with your friends and talk about the date before the date itself.
“We thought you were in the forest because you were looking for them.”
“No?” your eyebrows further deepen upon your face and Jungkook’s expression moderately shifts to mirror yours.
Both of you stand in front of each other, unsure of how to respond. Without saying anything, you come to a silent agreement when you look at your befuddled faces then with a shrug, begin walking again.
The rest of the walk is short and you and Jungkook don’t make much conversation for the remainder of it. You can’t get the thought of all that he’s said to you about Namjoon and Jin out of your head, especially the fact that you and Namjoon apparently already having had a run in before you ended up at their house.
There’s a park that the path opens into. It’s empty except for the woman jogging, pushing a stroller and another woman off in the distance untangling a leash from around the legs of her dog. The breeze is stronger here without the trees to halt it, but it’s still soft. You look behind you to see that the space you just came from is practically non-visible, as though you walked through a portal and the path was a mirage conjured up from days wandering through the woods hungry and dehydrated. But Jungkook is still standing beside you and the bandage is still snug on your ankle.
“So this is the central park. We’re pretty close to town,” Jungkook captures your attention, “You’re able to make your way back okay, right?”
“Mhmm.” You eagerly nod at him, ready to escape from the strange energy built between you two.
Jungkook takes a slow step backward, “Cool. Well-uh, stay safe and it was nice meeting you.”
He snaps his fingers and spins so he’s walking forward and you watch him disappear into the thicket back onto the pack. The moment you’re alone, the past week begins to feel like a fever dream.
Despite the plethora of questions from your friends once your phone was charged and you saw them in person and dodging demands to see pictures or souvenirs, the past two weeks have been relatively normal. Well except for the fact that no matter how busy you keep yourself, you can’t stop thinking about the pack of shifters that saved you. More specifically, Namjoon and Jin.
Jungkook’s conversation with you had been ringing in your head since the day he led you back. And the fact that he was the one to lead you back when Jin was the one that insisted that you stay. You would have thought that he would have wanted to be the one to see you off and make sure that your ankle was good before you departed for good.
You heavily sigh and drop your head back when you see the sign on the elevator letting all know that it doesn’t work. Of course, this would happen the day you have tests in all your Tuesday classes. You roll your shoulders as much as you can with the backpack containing your textbooks, planner, and laptop resting on your back.
You drudge your feet over to the paint chipped, metal door that opens to a shady staircase. You wish you could say you were the type of person who’s thighs didn’t burn after climbing three flights of stairs. The minute you enter your apartment, you throw your bag onto the small couch and make a beeline straight to your room. The promise of loose pajamas and a night in made you giddy and for tonight, you were allowing yourself a break from school.
You scroll through your social media and answer the occasional text as the characters on screen whined about the new issue of the episode. The acting was bad but the familiarity of it was comforting. You want to laugh at how close to home the current episode hits. It was a show from before the discovery of shapeshifters, where werewolves were seen as mythical commodities for entertainment and so anyone had free range to voice their interpretations.
The male lead of the show was fighting a group of people when hair started growing on his face and his eyes turned a bright yellow. As you watched the character’s claws swing at the faces of the other people, the now completely healed bite on your ankle began to ache. As though seeing an aggressive shifter on the tv screen was a trigger to your ankle, saying, “you should be in pain”.
You reach down and delicately rub the two puncture marks that were left behind. And with the reminder of your old wound comes the reminder of the creatures that caused it and the shifters that healed it. With the reminder of the boys comes the reminder of Jin and Namjoon. All that they did to help you and how they wanted to get to know you, the conversation you had with Jungkook about them and the conversation you had with Namjoon before you left.
A strange feeling bubbled inside your chest; something akin to guilt mixed another feeling you can’t quite determine. Now instead of your attention being put on the show playing in front of you and your phone face down on the arm of the couch, your legs are restless to move.
You sit up straight, leg bouncing and face screwed in concentration as you think to yourself.
“This is such a bad idea.”
You were able to maneuver through the park with the night sky blackening the sidewalk that ran through it. Yet here you are, in front of the mysterious hidden path Jungkook had led you out of some time before. You can’t see where the entrance is but you know you’re in the right space. The emptiness of the park around you is eery and sends chills up and down your spine so you have to swallow the thoughts of all the ways you could die being alone outside at night. What you wouldn’t give to see the woman from before whose dog got itself caught in its leash.
You almost turn around and go back home. In fact, you do that a couple times. Caught in a loop where you stare at the path then go to walk away only to swallow your nerves and turn back and be caught frozen before repeating again. You take in a deep breath and puff your chest to prepare to walk into the dark, unknown path when all of a sudden a loud rustling comes from in front of you and true fear clogs your throat. You want to turn around again but now you can’t.
You keep your muscles tense despite their natural shaking to prepare themselves to help you flee. Your heart has dropped into your stomach and your mouth is dry as the rustling grows louder and your mind conjures up images of red eyes peering from behind the fauna. You feel the phantom sensation of blood running down your ankle and you want so badly to look down to see if the intense ache felt is real.
“Y/N?”
If it weren’t for Jin saying your name, you would have no idea who’s standing in front of you due to the tears blurring your vision. Your diaphragm reanimates, allowing your lungs to expand and take in a deep breath of air that somewhat immediately stops the dizziness in your head.
“What the hell Jin? What are you doing here?”
“What’s wrong? Did something happen?”
Each of your words become jumbled as you speak over one another. Jin reaches forward and places his hands on your upper arms as he checks over you for any injuries. You take a step back out of his grasp and his hands drop to his sides, but his eyes remain concerned on you.
“You scared me! Why are you even here!?” you scold Jin and place a hand on your chest over your frantically beating heart.
“I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Why are you here?” you repeat yourself, exasperated and drop your hand from your chest.
Under the dim street lamp, you can see a blush forming on Jin, starting from his neck and coloring his face.
“There was something I needed to do,” Jin tries to deflect the question, “Why are you here?”
You don’t want to admit that the reason you looked for the path to their house was to see them. Admittedly, sputtering at Jin’s question probably didn’t make you seem un-suspicious.
“It doesn’t matter why I’m here. What is it you needed to do at 11 o’clock at night?”
Feeding into this game of deflection probably didn’t help your case either.
Jin rapidly blinks as he formulates what answer to give you. Eventually, he resigns himself to telling you the truth and squares his shoulders to make himself appear taller and more confident. “I was looking for you actually.”
“Why?”
Jin sharply inhales then clears his throat a few times. His shoulders now appear more tense and uncomfortable than those of a confident man.
“I wanted to ask you on a date.”
Your lips slightly part as you gape at him. Nervous energy fills the quiet air and Jin shifts from foot to foot as he watches and waits for a response. His eyes have begun to rapidly blink again.
“You came all the way here to ask me on a date!?” your hands thread themselves through your hair and you half spin away from Jin. “You walked all the way here at nearly midnight so you could ask me on a date!? You don’t even know where I live! How were you going to find me? What were you even thinking? Are you insane!”
Jin visibly flinches back as each question is thrown at him and by the time you run out of breath, his face is a raging red and his eyes are wide. His lips move on their own accord trying to speak the words caught in his throat.
At last, he’s finally able to respond to you staring at him aghast.
“I know Jungkook told you how mating works and I just couldn’t let this be a missed opportunity.” Jin goes from bordering on terrified to pleading. “Let me and Namjoon take you o just one date,” when he sees your eyes grow wider, he quickly corrects himself, “Just me! Let me take you on a date. I promise you won’t regret it and if you do, I’ll leave you alone and you can completely forget about me.”
Jin takes a hesitant step towards you so he’s almost directly under the dim light. His eyes softly bore into yours. His voice becomes soft as he drops it to whisper, “Please.”
It feels as though your mind is completely blank. You never expected anything that happened tonight to happen and yet you’re even more surprised by Jin’s appearance and request. It seems to be a pattern with him and the other boys to make every interaction with them feel like something straight from a movie. And you don’t know whether it’s the way the light hits Jin’s face or the fact that your brain hasn’t fully comprehended what he asked, but you nod yes. You don’t exactly mind the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach when he smiles at you as though you made him the richest man on Earth.
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Now You See Me: part 25 (2266 words) - I’m definitely not in a relationship?
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You’re a content creator that is wanting to change up your brand a little bit.
Yoongi is a faceless musician. Well, he’s two people at once. He’s Agust D online and while performing, but he’s Min Yoongi in real life.
Who will he be to you?
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PART 24 // PART 25 // PART 26
masterlist
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tags : @dixonsbugaboo @mayumioutloud @minhyukstealer @pocketfullofsuga @pwinny00 @rjsmochii @yoonglemickdoongle @live-2-fangirl @cherryicy123 @vernooope @okaysoplshelpme @thebleuprince @minyoongone
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OH MY GOD FORGIVE ME FOR THIS LATE AND UNEDITED UPDATE PLEASE PLEASE ENJOY IT. IM SOOOOO AORRY. It’s not really for the development of Yoongi and Y/N’s relationship but more so about seeing the relationship between Y/N and her parents. Regular updates at 20:00 resume tomorrow.
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There were very few things that you disliked in this world. Having a father that was always an hour early to everything was for sure one of them. Mind you, having a father that disapproved of all your life choices was also another one.
So when you, Tae and Hana, Tae’s girlfriend, were getting ready at the apartment, the three of you were not expecting there to be a knock on the door. You hadn’t seen Hana in forever because she was always drowning in homework, and she worked literally all the time. Plus, the girl was a saint. She didn’t have a single social media account, and she spent her free time volunteering in the neonatal ward at the hospital. Your parents were so proud of Tae for managing to snag such a catch…and then there was you.
Your parents had always been harder on you than on Taehyung, but you were not going to hold it against him, especially because he has always been the best thing in your life. So you did everything to please them, making all your decisions in life based on what you thought would make them happy. There was absolutely no way that you were going to tell them exactly your job anytime soon, but since they knew that you were not going to school anymore, you had to figure out something to say.
After all the years of being pushed into things and following orders, lying to your parents was something that came natural. You’d omit youtube and social media all together. Actually, you’d avoid many things altogether.
You opened the door to your dad’s displeased face. Your mom was behind him, looking slightly more comfortable. “Y/N,” he greeted gruffly, taking a step into the apartment. He stuck his nose I the air and looked around, seeing if the place was deemed clean enough for his impossible standards.
“Hi, Dad,” you meekly replied, still wanting to please him…even after all he’d done to your mental health over the years.
When he finally spotted Hana, however, you became dejected. A large smile overtook his features, and he opened his arms to her like she was his actual daughter. “Hana, my dear, how are you?”
Awkwardly giving your dad a hug, Hana replied, “Mostly tired from school and work but I’m holding up pretty good. How about you, Boss?”
“Oh, the same old same old!” He acted as if they were longtime friends, but Hana was still relatively new to the family, especially in comparison to your years. She and Tae hadn’t even been dating a year, and it seemed like he already liked her more than you.
Your mom, on the other hand, was more reserved when it came to Hana. Sure, she approved of her, and she was glad that Tae was happy. But she was more glad to see you than your dad.
“Come here, hun,” your mom whispered, pulling you into a hug. Ever since you were little, your mom confided in you and told you that a lot of what your dad believed was only him. You knew that she was disappointed in you, but she would have never let that disappointment get in the way of loving you no matter what. “Are you well?”
It was hard not to break down into tears in your mother’s arms, but you knew you couldn’t. You couldn’t tell her about what you were doing. Your dad could not know; therefore, she could not know. “I’m fine.”
Thank goodness Tae walked in because you couldn’t take this any longer. Tae was always such a good buffer between you and your father.
“Hi,” Tae said, pulling his girlfriend away from your dad and towards him. Both your parents’ faces lit up at the sight of him.
“Taehyung, my baby, come here!” Your mom let go of you and grabbed him.
While your parents were gushing over how grown up he was looking and asking him how everything was with school, you simply slunk back into a corner and prayed that the night would turn out all right. You didn’t have high hopes.
“Your parents love you,” Hana whispered, leaning her head on your shoulder. “They just need you to let them figure out who you really are. You need to let them actually get to know you…”
“Who made you so smart?”
“I just know you, and I love you. They should know the real you. How can you expect them to know you and love you for you if you don’t let them?”
Just as you were about to tell her that she wouldn’t understand and that it wasn’t that simple —she didn’t really know your dad, there was an interruption from your mother. “Okay! Everyone out! Let’s get to our reservation.”
You were painfully aware that it was still very much before your reservation started, but your mom hated confrontation, and you were sure that the only thing that would happen that night was confrontation.
…
You were right about being super early for the reservation. The restaurant was definitely not ready, so you had to all awkwardly wait outside while the people that were currently eating at your table could finish. The conversation was short, and you preferred to simply sit by yourself on your phone, texting Jin and Namjoon about what a monstrosity this night was going to be.
You were thankful that no one was paying attention to you, and they were all distracted by the fact that Hana had gotten honours all last year and was on track for getting them again this year.
Hana was loved, even by you, but you were sure that you could never live up to her standard.
What happened when you finally say down at the table was to be expected. You father asked you about Hoseok. “So, y/n, how is Hoseok doing?”
“How should I know? He’s Tae’s friend,” you grumbled, taking a sip of your water while slouching further into your seat.
“Well, he’s a very nice boy. He’s going to go far in life,” he rebuked, sitting up straighter, heightening his air of authority.
“He’s just in film. It’s not like he’s becoming a doctor…”
The look on your father’s face morphed into utter disappointment and disapproval. “He’s in school. It’s more than we can say for you. He’s a nice boy, and I expect you to at least give him a chance.”
“Dad, please,” Tae’s voice interrupted. “Now is not the time for this.”
Just as Tae started telling your dad about how he knew that you weren’t interested in Hoseok, you received a text from someone that you knew —Yoongi. He had politely informed you that Jimin and Jungkook were patiently awaiting you to reply to their snapchats. The two of them just did not stop. You were still not entirely talking to Yoongi because it had always been better for you to simply ignore people and let the feelings go away instead of trying to be the bigger person and talking to them. You just ended up liking them more after that.
“Y/N? Can’t you go two minutes without looking at your phone? I thought we raised you differently?” Your mom snapped you out of looking at your screen.
“Were you saying something?” You asked, putting your phone back in your purse because you did not want to deal with it right now.
“I was wondering if you would tell me what you have been doing since you haven’t been going to school?”
You swallowed at her question. What were you going to tell them? You hadn’t really been able to think of anything and you were planning on asking Hana and Tae before your parents got there, but they came early! They were just always ruining your plans.
“Umm,” you started, racking your brain for any possible lie that sounded believable, “I found a well-paying job.”
Your father’s eyes flew to you. The look he was sporting was practically scary, and you felt Tae hold your hand under the table. “What job?”
As you were about to answer your dad’s question, you were able to pick up on the fact that your mom looked at Hana like she would have looked at another family member. There was pride and admiration displayed in her eyes, a look that your dad had on early that night.
“OH! My job? I work for a daycare,” you blurted without thinking. Hanging with Namjin, taking care of their niece and nephew, and making videos with them counted as working at a daycare…right?
“A daycare? That’s what you call a stable job?”
“It pays all the bills, and I love it,” you were obviously talking about your real job. “Wouldn’t you rather I be doing something I loved like this instead of hating my life and becoming a doctor?”
“I’m sure Hoseok would really love having a doctor as a wife,” your dad hinted without any remorse.
“Oh, my god, DAD! Please!”
“Yeah, she’s with someone else,” Tae revealed (probably by accident while trying to change the subject from Hobi), making everyone including you and Hana look at him in question.
“I’m definitely not in a relationship?” You squinted, wondering what he was talking about and where he was going with this information. Taehyung was going to play for this later even though he meant no harm.
“She met someone…at work, and they’re talking,” he continued, avoiding eye-contact with you. He was beginning to feel guilty. There was no way to take the attention off you tonight. You were surprised that people at other tables didn’t notice the tension at the table.
The waiter thankfully came during lulls in conversation, so he didn’t catch much and probably thought we were just another loving family.
“Who is this boy?” Your dad asked forcefully. “Why haven’t we heard about him? Is he in school?”
Rolling your eyes at the situation. You didn’t even want to answer. It would practically be a waste of breath. “Again… I’m not in a relationship. He and I are just friends. I’m S-I-N-G-L-E.”
“That didn’t answer any of my questions,” his voice started to get louder.
“Shh, let’s talk about this later. We don’t need to cause a scene in the restaurant right now. I want to have a peaceful rest of the night with my family,” your mother scolded him, grabbing his hand and giving him his water to wash away his heat.
You silently thanked your mom for all that she still does for you.
***
When your parents dropped you off at home at last, your dad kept you int the hallway to talk afterwards, urging your mom, Tae, and Hana inside and away from you two.
“Y/N, I want you to tell me why you aren’t in school anymore,” you knew he was trying to sound calm, but you knew that in mere seconds it was going to be louder than for what you were prepared, for what the neighbours prepared.
“Dad, would you just trust me that I can figure out my own life?”
“But why? Have I ever steered you wrong?”
“No! But there’s only so much control that you can have over me. I need to be making my own mistakes and making my own path. You have to let go at some point!” You didn’t expect yourself to get into it so quickly.
“Why reinvent the wheel? I’ve made all the mistakes, so why do you have to? I just want the best for you, Y/N.”
“I understand that, but let’s be real. There’s more to life that expectations. I need to be happy and not try to please everyone else around me. I want to live my own life and make my own choices and date who I want to date and be who I want to be.”
“Why won’t you date Hoseok? He’s such a nice boy!” It was like he completely disregarded everything that you had just told him. He had selective hearing, only catching exactly what he wanted to hear and nothing more.
It was so frustrating. You had to stop yourself from pulling out your hair. You could only have this exact conversation with him so many times before it started to get old. It was nice being away from someone that made you feel so bad about yourself so often. “Did you just completely ignore what I just said? Why did you even bother coming here if you weren’t going to take some time and actually have a civil conversation with me? Like honestly, just stay home next time.”
“Don’t you date talk to me like that!”
“Oh, and what are you going to do about it now?”
His face was stunned. He had no control over you anymore and you could tell that it was eating him alive. When he didn’t answer, you continued, “And I’m never going to date Hoseok. I don’t like him and he doesn’t like me. End of story. Now, I’m going to bed. I love you, but get the hell out of my building before someone calls the cops on all the noise we’re surely making.”
You didn’t look back when you walked into your place, not sparing a glance at any of the people that were definitely eavesdropping with their ears against the doors. You were on a mission. You headed to your room and you were going to bed. You didn’t need this negativity in your life.
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+Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Kim Namjoon
+Genre: One shot, college au, fluff, kind of established relationship but not.
+10-31, nonhyeon dong series: Part I | Part II | Part III
+Word count: 8.3k
+Summary:
"Hyung...you- you two kissed?"
Seokjin freezes for a half a second, then rolls his eyes nonchalantly, going back to his task. "Yes, it was part of the plan, remember?"
He feels the room fall silent around him.
"What?" He asks and catches Namjoon’s expression that's getting redder by the seconds from where he's looking past Taehyung's shoulder to the phone in his dongsaeng's hands.
"What?" He tries again.
"We talked about a peck... This-..." He says gleefully, turning the phone towards Seokjin who squints to make senses of what's inside the small screen. "This is not. A peck"
+Warnings: SFW, Stalker (not between the same pairing), bad dad jokes & sarcasm.
A/N: Apology to VIXX fans, i didn’t know who they were back then and just picked a random celebrity name. Lee Jaehwan just happened to be there, i don’t hate him or anything.
Kim Namjoon 21h 43:
whrr thr f ar u
Kim Seokjin 21h 43:
I forgot to feed the cat.
Kim Namjoon 21h 43:
ur almoat ahour lte .
ANd we dnt hava catr .
Kim Seokjin 21h47:
You’re the person with the highest IQ I know, yet it takes a PhD to make sense of your text, honestly.
Kim Namjoon 21h 53:
(...)
(...)
(...)
You've been shining by your absence for almost a hour now , your club members have been throwing me weird looks for the most part of it because they do not know my business here .
Also , ywe do not own a cat.
Kim Seokjin 21h 54:
No need to get your underpants in a twist, Shakespeare. Just make it readable .
Kim Namjoon 21h 54:
Y ou're late . Your club members are w e i r d.
Kim Seokjin 21h 55:
Tell me something i don't know.
Kim Namjoon 21h 59:
It would take 10,000 helium balloons to make your ass fly over here.
Hurry . the fuck. up .
Kim Seokjin 22h 03:
Roger that .
Hey you want to hear a joke about helium ?
Kim Namjoon 22h 04:
Hyung.
No.
Kim Seokjin 22h 04:
Almost.
The correct answer is Na, though .
Kim Namjoon 22h 04:
hyuNG .
******
‘Best friends’ is what most people would use. Sometimes, there's the odd ball that calls them soulmates.
Honestly, Seokjin thinks neither apply.
The rest of their misfit roommates calls them oemma and appa. They also talk about their wedding as if it already happened. As a joke, of course.
Because they're not married.
He thinks to himself, as Namjoon spends most of the night with his arm wrapped around his waist. For his defense, they're acting like a couple to discourage a creep from Seokjin's club that's been becoming increasingly annoying in the last few weeks; Seokjin is never having drunk sex with kind-of-friends again, however horny he might get. Nothing good ever comes out of it, and now he's gotten himself the worst kind of STD: a stalker.
It only took a passing mention during their weekly TV Thursday night for their roommates to plan out a way to get Seokjin out of his awkward situation.
(It got past awkward territory when he asked you for the fifth time if you were sure you didn't want to go on a date with him Friday night, Yoongi said.
He might have been right.)
The solution they came up with then is to pretend Seokjin’s eternal Uni celibacy is a thing of the past, Namjoon being the logical choice as a fake boyfriend since the whole University already think they are dating.
Namjoon is also the logical choice since their noisy friends seem hellbent on having them married with five kids ever since Jungkook and Taehyung put their big boys pants on (or off) and confessed to each other. Now it's like it's their four friends goal to get Namjoon and Seokjin together next (Yoongi probably doesn't give a shit about anything else other than his music and Jimin's ass, so Seokjin isn't counting him in).
So yeah, Seokjin wouldn't exactly use the term best friend or soulmates to describe his relationship with the younger man. More something in the line of puzzle pieces; they're different yet they fit.
It's chance that brought them together (or more commonly named: being bad dancers). The only thing they had in common back then had been overbearing mothers; one who wanted her son to gain control over his limbs and stop breaking everything, and the other having high expectations for her son's handsome face. Being the worst of their hip hop dance class, they bonded over always being put in the back during choreography.
They don't take dance classes anymore, but 10 years down the line and Seokjin couldn't see his life without Kim Namjoon's face in it.
Living together for university had been only natural, and along came the five other weirdos.
They drew the line at sharing the same room to have a break of each other's face from time to time. But if it comes down to it, Namjoon is probably the only person, other than his parents, who knows almost everything about him.
(More than his parents, actually.)
So, kissing him to make their act all the more believable doesn't feel as weird as he thinks it should.
Awkward, maybe, but not weird. He spent the best of the last few years trying (and failing) to avoid looking at Namjoon's pout, so it's safe to say he's already familiarized with it; well before Namjoon chuckles awkwardly and goes in for a peck under the gleeful look of his club members. He's pretty sure bet had been going on about them.
Of course, the only one who doesn't think so is Lee Jaehwan, stalker extraordinary.
No, he seems extremely surprised by this turn of event, and has the audacity to look affronted. He doesn't budge though, just press his lips together and raises an eyebrow, as if to say: you're not fooling anyone.
Of course it wouldn't be that easy, Seokjin thinks, irritated.
"Come on boys, we're all adults here, we're over the peck-on-cheek stage" someone throws from the back. Once Seokjin finds out who, he's cancelled.
It's too late though, and their club members are calling obnoxiously for an encore. The rest of the patrons at the bar are looking at them like the bunch of annoying kids they are, bringing a faint blush of embarrassment to his cheeks. Seokjin smiles nervously, his excuse all set and ready to go; but it gets lost in Namjoon's mouth.
There's a hand on his neck keeping him in place, but it's not strong enough that he couldn't push it away, if he wanted. Namjoon is just that considerate.
It takes him a moment to remember he can (and should) breath through his nose.
He has a split second of clarity to thanks god Taehyung and Jungkook couldn't make it to their club hangout tonight, before he wraps his arms around Namjoon's neck and sells his soul to the devil. He's already in love with the dude, what is it going to change to get a taste of him?
Once he relaxes into the kiss, it becomes all the more natural. Puzzle pieces, Seokjin's mind provides again. His mind has always been too noisy though, so he shuts it off. Namjoon kisses him like it's a challenge, and Seokjin knows he already lost. He lost well before their lips ever connected; he doesn't feel like a loser, though, once he realizes that he’s not the only one breathing hard.
Seconds becomes minute and his club members chants become catcalls, and when he opens his eyes again, disoriented but holding on to Namjoon's frame, he can see from the corner of his eyes Lee Jaehwan storming out of the bar.
"Mission accomplished" Namjoon whispers to him once Creepy McPants is out of sight.
He lets out a relieved sigh and sags a little in Namjoon's embrace. His dongsaeng passes a reassuring hand down his back, knowing him too well. Anybody else and Seokjin would be putting on an indifferent front, but it's Kim Namjoon standing before him.
"Since we're here, might as well drink something? I think I need to relax a little." He says and tries to meet Namjoon’s eyes but the younger man seems to be looking at everything but him.
"Sure" Namjoon shrugs, "I'll go get us something, just to escape from their crazed looks for a few."
"You snatched the prettiest one around, of course they'll be noisy about it, it's the drama club." Seokjin says, playing up the arrogant attitude to try and get rid of the awkwardness surrounding them.
"You're so modest"
"Tell me something I don't know"
Namjoon looks pensive for a second, and Seokjin can only regret his comeback before his dongsaeng speaks again.
"We just shared 80 million bacteria" He answers, their eyes finally meeting.
Seokjin signs heavily, looking unimpressed with his friend. Of course, he's going to act as if they just didn't share some life changing kiss that's going to make it 300% harder for Seokjin to get over his infatuation.
That thing he did with his tongue?
He's ruined.
"You're not the only that can be a smart ass, Hyung." Namjoon shrugs again, then goes toward the general direction of the bar, probably to get him his favorite drink.
Because there's no reason why Namjoon wouldn't know Seokjin's favorite drink, is there?
******
"So how did your date go, hyung?" Jimin asks from where he's perched over the kitchen counter, licking a spatula full of what looks like thick white cream.
Yoongi standing frozen over the remains of a broken cup makes a lot more sense now.
Hoseok is whipping up cake batters for who knows what reason, and Jungkook and Taehyung are doing their weird foreplay rituals that includes playing violent video games and telling each other to eat shit.
Youngsters these days have weird ways to set the mood.
"Namjin 1; Jaehwan 0" He answers with no inflection. He just can't wait to be alone in his room to analyze every tiny detail of his new-found knowledge; Kim Namjoon aka Professional Mouth Licker.
"He looked pretty pissed though, when he stormed out" Namjoon says with a worried crease forming between his brows "You should probably be careful for the next few weeks... Try to avoid being alone with him".
"It's not like I have much control over that, we're in the same club, we're in the same play. He might have a pretty minor role put the mailman is a key character"
"Don't worry Hyung," Taehyung says from where his head is now pillowed on Jungkook's thighs. They've stopped playing to listen in, apparently. "We'll keep an eye on him. With Jungkook's muscles and my..." He looks down at his own body, frowning. "I won't be much help but Jungkook's muscles will do, I guess."
"But you do have muscles, hyungie" Jungkook says, trying to subtly shove a hand under Taehyung's T-shirt. 'Trying' being the key word here.
"Oh for fuck sake" Jimin says, fake gagging. "We should never have helped them get their shit together. I'll regret it eternally."
"Yah, when have you ever helped them," Yoongi squints. "You only wanted first row to the drama."
Jimin doesn't even bother looking affronted, sauntering off the counter with a smirk.
"You gotta admit Hyung, the tea was pretty good."
Taehyung and Jungkook get-together-story kind of became this year's running gag, generating hours of teasing and laughing from the rest of their hyungs. But they took their revenge by becoming gross. Grosser than when they were simply crushing on each other, as if that was possible.
Which is why Seokjin knows it's Taehyung's phone that starts making a racket as he pours himself and Namjoon a glass of water, since his different notifications sounds are recordings of Jungkook's various weird laughs.
(Once, Taehyung "forgot" his phone in his room, and he spent the whole night waking up to the Maknae's evil laughter. Seokjin still believe the phone had been purposely hidden there. Revenge had been written all over Taehyung's face when he came to collect his phone the next morning.)
But now he's so used to it that he barely reacts, until a loud gasp from behind startles him.
"Hyung...you- you two kissed?"
Seokjin freezes, then rolls his eyes nonchalantly, going back to his task. "Yes, it was part of the plan, remember?"
He feels the room fall silent around him.
"What?" He asks and catches Namjoon’s expression that's getting redder by the seconds from where he's looking past Taehyung's shoulder to the phone in his dongsaeng's hands.
"What?" He tries again.
"We talked about a peck... This-..." He says gleefully, turning the phone towards Seokjin who squints to make senses of what's inside the small screen. "This is not. A peck"
It's a little blurry, but you can clearly see Namjoon's tongue shoved down his throat.
Seokjin takes a deep breath, brain going a mile a minute to come up with a good excuse.
He can feel five hungry stares looking their way, and he's coming up blank; all he can focus on is the thought of his bed calling on to him.
He does the most sensible thing; grabs Namjoon's hand before anyone can react and runs for it.
"I'm sorry hyung, I wanted to help you out, but now we will never live this down." Namjoon whines from between his hands covering his red face, once they are safely hidden away in Seokjin and Yoongi's room.
"Tell me something I don't know"
Namjoon goes to open his mouth despite his embarrassment, but this time Seokjin is faster.
"Don't.”
He can hear giggle from the other side of the door that he gratefully locked, thanking god for Min Yoongi and his appreciation of social interactions.
"You can't hide forever hyungie~" Jimin muffled voice calls out sweetly.
"Yes we can~" He answers, matching in sweetness.
"No you can't, not in my room."
"Shut up Yoongiyah, you go sleep in Namjoon's bed for the night." he says, since being the oldest has advantages. "Or better yet, I'm sure Jimin has some space to spare for your skinny ass." he adds as an afterthought.
There's a few choice words thrown his way, until he can hear Hoseok tell Yoongi to shut the fuck up and sacrifice his room to blossoming love.
A disgruntled sigh is all he needs to hear to know they won't be disturbed for the reminder of the night.
*****
The signs that escape his mouth is enough to shake mountains, but not Min Yoongi.
No, Yoongi ignores his arrival, still a little bit mad for having been locked out of his room couple days ago. Jimin is there as well, lazing on his hyung's bed with a pair of earbuds cutting him off from the world. Seokjin's catches a few seconds of what seems to be some studio dance practice.
He sighs again, this time his whole body melting into his bed.
"What." Yoongi's snaps. Because no matter how hard he tries, he'll never be able to hide the fact that he cares.
"Lee Jaehwan has yet to give up, it seems."
It doesn't take half a second before Namjoon's head pops into the room.
"I knew he'd be hard to shake off" he muses out loud, cocking a hip against the door frame
"If you two keep acting like a couple he'll get over it some days" Yoongi says, not stopping the rotation of his chair. It's making Seokjin dizzy.
"What acting?" Jimin adds from his spot, one of his earbud now dangling.
Ignoring his comment, Namjoon's takes place on the space left on the bed and puts a reassuring hand on the small of his back.
"My point" Jimin mutters again, but a pillow is thrown into his face.
"What happened?", Namjoon asks, and Seokjin groans once again.
"Nothing too dramatic... he asked me if I was serious about you and he got all mad when I said yes. Then he was just there, in the background. I could feel his wrath, literally. He made everyone tiptoe around him."
"He acted like a dickwad" Jungkook adds from the door frame, balancing Taehyung on his back. "The biggest dickwad around"
"Not to me" Taehyung says, and the room focus on him.
"He acted overly sweet and asked If I knew of anyone planning to move out of the apartment. And how much the rent was."
A grim silence fills the room, even Yoongi stops spinning.
"For fuck sake" Seokjin whines.
"Of course, I told him no one was leaving and he couldn't afford the rent. Then he acted like the biggest dickwad towards me as well."
"Well this Lee Jaehwan problem will not go away as easily as we thought" Jimin says, all business like.
Namjoon's chin is starting to protrude; he's getting serious.
The front doors screeches, and Hoseok erupts from the hallway a few seconds later, drenched in sweat, finding the six of them crammed into the medium sized room with a mix of worried and irritated expressions on.
"What'd I miss" he says, eyebrows joining his hairline, trying to squeeze past the two men combo blocking the door. "Why' we all crammed in here when the living room is perfectly sized to accommodate all of us?" He asks, but he joins Jimin on the bed anyways, to Yoongi's displeasure. They both ignores his protest as they get into a more comfortable position.
"The disrespect- I swear to god if my bed smells like sweat... How can you touch him right now Jiminie?"
"We're both dancers, we're used to it." Their matching indifferent look are enough to shut Yoongi up.
"What should we do next." Namjoon's puts the conversation back on track.
"Seokjin-hyung could act mean to him?" Jungkook proposes.
"Have you seen him? He doesn't know how to be mean. He's an eomma down to his soul"
"I can be mean," he defends himself against Jimin's jab, "I could tell him his... body proportions are bad?"
A groan spreads through the room. Even Hoseok who doesn't even know what they're talking about. He must be getting the idea, though.
"Tell him his acting sucks" Taehyung proposes. "Because it does. Then you're not being mean, you're telling the truth and saving him from a future of job rejections. It's a win-win.”
"We're not trying to destroy his self-esteem, just trying to make him see that Seokjin-hyung is not the one for him."
"Then tell him he doesn't fit your standards"
"I tried, but he laughed it off." He says, irritation permeating his words.
"It's like nobody here knows our university has campus security" Jimin sighs.
"Luckily for us or our precious Jungkookie would be in jail~" Hoseok singsongs.
The maknaes couple blush and escapes the room, Taehyung still perched on his boyfriend's back.
"They will never live this down" Yoongi's grins, then hits a couple of keys on his keyboards and jumps to his feet. "Alright, I'm gone"
"Hi gone, I'm Seokjin", he answers as an automatism, because he knows his classics. Dad jokes are life.
Yoongi stops in his track as a resounding groan crosses the room again, stares at him with the blankest look of disappointment possible, then leaves without saying anything else.
The sound of the door closing seems to startle Hoseok and Jimin into action as well.
"Didn't you say the studio was free today? I need you to look at a new movement I want to fit in for the next showcase."
"Sure, everything for my cute dongsaengie" Hoseok coos. Coos.
In a flurry of movement only flexible people can afford, they both leave the room with a goodbye thrown behind.
And they were two.
"Either my bad joke scared them away, or none of my dongsaengs care that I might be kidnapped and put into a cage only to be fed dry ass chicken by a creep that's counting on Stockholm syndrome to make me fall for him."
Namjoon scoffs but frowns again.
"You want to give a shot to extra PDA? I could come and fetch you after your club meetings? We could try walking together in the morning?"
“It’s not like we don’t already do that most of the time.” Seokjin sighs to the sudden quietness of the room. “But sure, ’cause I'm getting too old to put my back through the trauma of being restrained in a cage."
He pats the empty spot next to him and Namjoon takes the cue and lays down.
They wake up hours later disoriented and limbs tangled to the flash of a camera.
These damn youngsters, he swears silently.
*****
The next day, everybody seems to have a new lock screen.
Everybody but Yoongi of course, but Seokjin doesn't take it personally; Min Holly has been his phone screen ever since he had to leave his puppy with his parents while he was off to University.
And by the way he smirks at Seokjin first thing in the morning, he at least downloaded the picture into his phone.
It's a cute picture he has to admit, with him and Namjoon so entangled it's hard to tell which limbs belongs to who. He wishes he could find a way to subtly ask someone to send it to him. But that would be weird, right?
Right.
His paper on the influence of dramatics art on the development of kids is staring blankly back at him. He's supposed to hand it back in a few days but he can't bring himself to stay focused for two seconds, he's got too many things on his mind; like Namjoon's tongue down his throat or the borderline stalker walking towards him.
"Hey, Seokjinie!"
Lee Jaehwan is waving, and Seokjin debates acting like he didn't see or hear him, but being in the school library kind of makes it hard to play that card. Also the fact that they shared a nice and awkward eye contact.
"Jaehwan, hey" he answers, hoping his irritation isn't showing too much.
"You're working on the paper for Park Seonseangnim's class?"
"Yeah... Or I'm trying to. I'm having a hard time focusing here." Seokjin says with a small bite, hoping for the man to take the cue. Which he doesn't.
"Oh well, you want to take a coffee break? I'll buy.” he says, with a big smile full of teeth. Like a wolf in disguise. That wants to kidnap him.
And then put him in a cage and feed him dry chicken.
Seokjin closes the lid of his laptop just on the side of too hard. Here he was hoping to fit in a couple of lines, but that won't be possible now.
"Actually, I have to go, I'm meeting up with Namjoonie in a few."
"Right. Kim Namjoon. Your Boyfriend." He says with something close to disdain in his voice, the capital "B" clearly voluntary.
Seokjin starts gathering his things as Jaehwan carries on.
"You know it's funny because when I think about it just a few weeks ago you told you didn't want to date before finishing your degree."
He's still smiling and it's so fake, Seokjin can see right through. He can see the irritation and self-righteousness, and it's starting to get on his nerves.
"You're right, I remember thinking that. But I also remember being an adult who can take his own goddamn decision without anyone butting in, thank you very much."
He roughly shoves his books in his bag, struggling when the zipper gets stuck. Jaehwan takes the opportunity to grab him by the wrist and halt his movement, and it takes Seokjin everything to contains his rage at having this guy trying to invade his life.
"Wait, I didn't mean to make you mad. I'm just trying to figure out why you rejected me. You haven't even left me a chance. After that night you just acted as if nothing happened..."
"Honestly, I've told you in so many different ways that you don't interest me, if you still don't get it by now, then you're just plain stupid. I like them smart, so all the more reasons for me not to date you.” he hisses.
With that off his mind, he yanks his arm free and walks away. Some students stare as he storms out, but he's too irritated to feel bad for his loudness.
There's strange sense of satisfaction that comes with not acting nice. Is this how it feels to be mean?
******
That night when he gets home he starts whipping up a meal. It happens when he's stressed. Frying rice somehow helps him get his mind off things.
There's only three pair of shoes thrown hazardously by the door, but he always makes enough to have leftovers, so he cooks something for seven. By the time it's almost ready, Namjoon, Taehyung and Jimin come sniffing out of their room, drawn out by the smell of his kimchi fried rice.
Namjoon takes one look at him and at the meal he's cooking.
"Is something wrong, Hyung?"
Seokjin answers with a noncommittal sound and the subject is dropped, for now. Jimin takes the hint though and pops a chilled soju bottle and a couple of beer out of the refrigerator.
"Someak! Someak!" Taehyung exclaims, and gets the shot glass and beer glass from the cupboard.
They eat in relative quietness, talking in low voice of the highlights of their days and enjoying a few drinks. By 8pm, Jimin's and Taehyung's cheeks are reddish, and they laugh much too easily. Namjoon is telling them a story in a slower and deeper drawl than usual, and Seokjin is smiling at nothing. Or maybe he's smiling at Namjoon stupid handsome face, and low voice, and adorable dimples. Whatever.
Jimin and Taehyung offer themselves for the dishes, Namjoon having been banned from the task since the first few months of their cohabitation.
"You wanna watch something on my computer?" He offers Seokjin instead.
"What are my options?"
Namjoon thinks for a second, booting up his laptop.
"Are you feeling more something like Train to Busan or 100 days with Mr. Arrogant?"
"As much as I enjoy my fair share of teen classic, seeing zombies eating their way through humanity seems pretty ideal for my state of mind right now."
"Train to Busan it is." He says, and search through his files until he lets out a triumphant sound, the movie studio animation playing a few seconds later.
They settle more comfortably on Namjoon's bed, still a little buzzed from their drinks. The laptop is safely positioned on a nightstand, strategically moved to be the perfect TV stand.
He makes it through the first half relatively alert, but the screams of terror are lulling him to sleep, and he burrow a little deeper under the blanket. Namjoon throws a casual arm over him, like it's the most natural thing for them to cuddle. It probably is.
He doesn't know how he ends up the little spoon, but he's not going to complain; Namjoon's breath is ghosting over his neck, making goosebumps breaks out all over his skin.
It should probably make the whole experience uncomfortable, but it doesn't, truth to be told. This happened countless times over the last ten years, and it will probably happens again. They both know each other’s body by now, and he does know why he ended up the little spoon. He always is, probably because he ends up complaining whenever it's the other way around.
His lanky arms are just not made for Namjoon's head.
There's a finger rubbing circles into his skin, probably more unconsciously than anything else. The shape they're drawing is getting less consistent as Namjoon's breath evens out. Soon enough, Seokjin's eyes are losing the battle against the drowsiness weighting over them. There's a weird noise somewhere in the house, but he pays it no mind as his breath evens out as well.
With Jimin and Taehyung being the only one home, it's nothing new. But there's a weird feeling to it all. Nevertheless, he knows if it's anything major they'll come knocking.
It ends up being kind of major, but there's no knocking, and it's not who he thought it would be.
God, he wishes they had chosen his goddamn room to watch the movie, then he could have locked the door and wouldn't need to open his eyes to Lee Jaehwan's face.
"What the fuck." Is all he manages to say.
There's Jimin and Taehyung struggling to hold him back with pink latex gloves on, but they clearly kept on drinking so they don't seem to be the most efficient defence line.
Namjoon makes a confused noise when Seokjin's warmth disappears, following him as he sits up on the bed.
He looks confused by Jaehwan's presence, until he sees the door of their apartment gapping open down the hallway and his maknaes’s distraught states.
And then, he doesn't look confused anymore.
The only time Seokjin saw Namjoon looking like that was years ago, when one of Seokjin's ex cheated on him, gave him a STD, then called him on the phone to break up with him. That had been a funny night. That evening, Namjoon silently went out and came back hours later hiding his hands in his pockets. Seokjin never asked.
"What do you think you're doing here?"
Calm and composed is, and always will be, the scariest kind of Kim Namjoon. He gets to his feet in an intimidating motion, ready to block off any attempt to get to his Hyung.
"Seokjinah, I need to talk to you"
"He's got nothing to say to you. Get out."
"I'm not talking to you." He tries to side step Namjoon but he's having none of it. He grabs him by the arm, hard enough to earn him a whine, and pulls him out of the room into the hallway and out the door of their apartment. He’s got his two hands holding on roughly to Jaehwan’s shirt collar, probably planning on slamming him into a wall, but before they can create a bigger disturbance, Seokjin stops him with a gentle hand.
"Go back inside." He tells Namjoon, his eyes on Lee Jaehwan
"Hyung..." He tries to argue, not letting go.
"I got this."
It's probably the look of steel on Seokjin's face that convince Namjoon to let him handle the situation, and after throwing a last look between the two, he reluctantly lets go and withdraws inside.
He's probably spying through the peephole, though.
"Let's walk." Seokjin, throws over his shoulder, walking towards the exit without looking if Jaehwan is following. The last thing he wants is noise complaints from his neighbour. He doesn't even know what time it is, but the last time he checked, it was pushing 10, so it's probably getting late.
They walk down the staircase and out of the building in total silence, the only thing confirming the other man following being the sound of his steps close behind.
Once they step into the air outside, Seokjin takes the direction of the nearest subway station.
Jaehwan hurries his steps to be level with him.
"I know it's rude to barge in like that but I really needed to talk to you... and your roommates refused to go and get you."
"Reasonable, as they knew I was busy.”
"I didn't have a choice, you've haven't responded to any of my text. I couldn't find you after you left the library."
"Probably because I didn't want to talk to you. But we're here, so let's talk." He stops and turns around." I don't know how to make you understand that I don't have any interest in you, any intention to date you-"
Jaehwan tries to interrupt but Seokjin raises his hand and stops him.
"I'm at the point where I don't even want to try and stay friend with you. You're making me hate you."
"But the night we spent together-" he says, grabbing his wrist, again.
"Meant nothing. We slept together. That's it. I was drunk, you were drunk. We had a one off and honestly, I don't even remember half of it. From what I do remember though, you weren't really memorable. We're just not a good match."
"I was drunk, if we tried again-"
Seokjin snaps his wrist away and takes a step back.
"There is not going to be an 'again'. There was never going to be one since there's nothing between us."
"Seokjin..."
"You're making yourself look pathetic, and you're making my life hard. Just please, stop it. Don't talk to me outside of club duty."
"Why, because your boyfriend won't like it?" Jaehwan, says, taking a step forward to stay close, invading his personal space. Again.
"No, because I don't want to talk to you, that's all. Namjoon has nothing to do with this."
"Oh, come on Seokjinie, I know you're not dating him for real. You’re just trying to make me jealous.” Jaehwan says with a smile, as if he's gotten the upper hand. Seokjin hesitates a second but decides it's not even worth to try and defend the lie they crafted to discourage Jaehwan’s advances. Clearly, it failed.
“No, I told everyone we were dating so you would give up, but your head is so far up your ass that it didn't matter to you."
"Yah Kim Seokjin," he says, and take a couple of steps again, until he's standing in Seokjin's face. "I've let a lot of insults slip by because I know you're just playing hard to get, but don't cross the line. You keep calling me stupid and stuff, and it's not cute anymore. Let's just stop this game, ok? We don't have to tell anyone if you're scared for your image, we can just date in secret."
Seokjin is shocked frozen by the thickness of Jaehwan's skull. He's so deluded, and he's starting to regret not letting Namjoon handle him. No, he had to go and get them alone, at night, with no one around.
"I'm not playing hard to get. I don't like you. Leave me alone. How many times do I have to say-"
Lee Jaehwan grabs both of his shoulders and goes in for a kiss, shocking Seokjin who braces himself for the impact. He struggles to push the man away, but he's never been the muscular type, giving Jaehwan an advantage that he takes to keep a tight hold on him.
He can feel fingers digging uncomfortably into the meat of his shoulder, making it hard to avoid Jaehwan's attempt to plant one on him.
Seokjin is considering a nice and well timed headbutt, desperate times and all that, but it proves itself unnecessary as two muscled arms pull the man off him and make quick work of throwing him to the ground in a mess of limbs.
Never in his life Seokjin has been this happy to see Jeon Jungkook, modern day hero.
He's standing tall in all of his post workout glory, a gym bag hanging from his shoulder and his tank top showing off his impressive biceps.
Once Jaehwan sees who it is, he exclaims in anger, opening his mouth probably to shout about respects and social conventions.
Before anything makes out of his throat though, Jungkook interrupts him.
"Sunbae," He says, voice honey-sweet. He carefully places a foot on Jaehwan's hands, putting a light pressure. "I don't think you're showing a good example right now, with the bad touch and the lack of consent" Seokjin bites his tongue, knowing now is not the right time to bring up Jungkook's romantic history. "You should go home and reflect on that for the night." He says, and then add just a little bit more pressure on the hand squished between his shoe and the harsh cement of the side walk. "And If you ever touch Seokjin-Hyung again, I will break every single joint in both of your hands. Understood?"
His smile doesn't match his words nor his action, succeeding in creeping even Seokjin out.
He will never fight Jungkook for the last chapseolttoek ever again.
Jaehwan jumps to his feet, looking like he wants to run for his life, but he still takes the time to pull his clothes back in place, patting himself down while huffing out in displeasure.
"That's no way to talk to your sunbae. You better learn some respect Jeon Jungkook." he tries and fails to look intimidating.
Jungkook only cocks an unimpressed eyebrow, taking a step and prompting Jaehwan into backtracking. He walks away half running, throwing a worried look over his shoulder every few meters until he's a dot in the distance.
They stand in place in silence, looking at where Jaehwan left, until Seokjin snaps out of his shocked state and seeks the closest bench to sits himself on, head falling into his hands with a humourless laugh.
Jungkook takes the hints and sits by his side, putting a reassuring hand on his neck and gently massaging the tension there.
They stay like that a few minutes until his phone starts ringing, the line It’s gon’ get you in trouble resonating into the night and pulling him out of his silence.
Kim Namjoon is shining back at him with a picture of his friend holding up a small crab, excitement noticeable by his facial expression. It usually brings a smile to his face, but this time he signs before answering.
"Hyung, is everything ok? You've been gone for a while" He says the second Seokjin hits answers.
"Yeah I'm good, he's gone,” he says trying to sound normal.” but I walked into Jungkook so I forgot to text you back..."
"You sound weird, did anything happen?"
He takes a look at Jungkook, and the maknae stares back, probably having heard Namjoon's question in the quietness of the night.
"No, I'm just tired. But I think it's finally over, he got it. He seemed pretty... Deterred" he finishes, thinking about Jaehwan's scared face as he ran away.
Namjoon hesitates on the phone, probably not believing him one bit. He can hear Taehyung and Jimin anxiously asking for news, but Namjoon ignores them, probably overanalysing the way he sounds from the few words they exchanged and dressing hypothesis on why he sounds like somebody told him his jokes suck.
"Just... get home safely hyung" He ends up saying.
"Don't worry about me, I've got Mr.Muscle here guarding my ass." he says throwing a smile Jungkook's way.
After he hangs up and he and Jungkook are on their way, he takes a moment to put a hand on his Maknae's shoulder.
"I would appreciate if you could keep what happened tonight to yourself. I don’t know how Namjoon might react, but I don’t want him getting into trouble with the school."
Jungkook thinks for a second but seems to agree.
"He's going to be really angry if he finds out we kept it from him, though."
"I'll deal with him if it comes to it, alright?"
Jungkook raise an eyebrow, but Seokjin knows he can trust him.
"Aigoo~! our cute maknae is now a man capable of saving a damsel in distress" he says, changing the subject, pinching Jungkook's cheek.
"You're aware that you're describing yourself as a damsel in distress in this context, right?" He says as he slaps the hand away from his face.
"Whatever."
*******
Life without worrying about stalkers and fake relationship is... Regular. Back to normal.
He goes to school, goes to theater club, goes home, sleep, rinse, repeat.
Also, he tries not to think about how almost nothing changed about his relationship with Namjoon, going from normal to fake dating to back to normal. If he let his mind wander, he'd overanalyse how they acted as they usually did to make people believe they were dating. Huh.
Exhibit A.
Namjoon gets home to find him finishing a 10 funniest Britain's got talent auditions video.
"Hyung, not again. We talked about this. You should be writing your paper. You know when you watch one of these you can't stop."
"It's a rabbit hole, I swear to god. Plus, YouTube knows. It knows, and it just keeps showing me more and more recommendation of audition's video. They got me by the Balls, Namjoonie."
Namjoon's sits down on the couch next to him, and Seokjin does the most natural thing, which is, reclining back until his dongsaeng passes his arms around him to hug him to his chest. Then, he presses on the button for the next video.
Exhibit B.
Namjoon is in one of his mood where nothing can disturb him of the song he's working on, not even hunger. He's been sitting in front of his laptop for at least eight straight hours. Seokjin knows, he counted.
Namjoon's got his headphone on and his clavier out, and all of his mixing equipment he saved for years to acquire are spread out across his desk. He's bobbing his head one moment, then growling in irritation the next.
Seokjin puts the rice cooker to good use then, preparing some slim kimbap that he cuts into small bite size.
Yoongi watch him cook from the kitchen table where he's working on a cup ramen, slurping obnoxiously. He raises an eyebrow, scoffing when he sees Seokjin disappear into the room Namjoon has yet to come out since that morning.
He doesn't bother trying to win Namjoon's attention, just grabs the first piece and feeds it in his dongsaeng's mouth. Or more like shoves it. He's not against manually making Namjoon chew, but thankfully, even in his hyper focused state, Namjoon’s reflexes make quick work of the pieces Seokjin feeds him. Then, once the plate has been emptied, he swats at the rice stuck to Namjoon’s lower lips, just as Hoseok steps into the room.
His roommate takes two steps back and gets out the way he came in.
Exhibit C.
Namjoon's overhear Jungkook telling what transpired that night to Taehyung and all hell break loose.
Seokjin is not even mad at the maknae, who probably only wanted to brag to his boyfriend. But maybe he'll put a little extra gochugaru in his spicy cold noodle next time.
It's Saturday night, and before he has to give his soul back to the university, he's playing a little DS to relax. He's got his favourite DS-and-chill outfit on, and nothing can ruin this night.
Except.
He hears the front door slamming, then somebody running, then his door burst open to his maknae whose face has gone comically pale.
"Seokjin-Hyung, he- he Knows. Namjoon-Hyung knows."
That's all it takes for Seokjin to jump to his feet and run at the door, trying to stop Namjoon from getting himself into prison. He's pretty sure it’s not as glamorous as prison playbook made it seem. And Namjoon is not even a star player.
He attracts looks from passerby, maybe because the shoes he has on don't match. Taehyung's faux-fur moccasin do not go well with Jungkook plain puma trainer. It might also be because he didn't take the time to get out of his pink onesie. It even has a bunny tail.
"Namjoon! Stop!" He shout-whispers once he's a few meters behind him. Namjoon ignores him, power walking towards the subway station.
"Yah! You better stop right there Kim Namjoon!" He says a little bit louder. Suddenly, Namjoon takes a right turn into a smaller street. Dumbfounded, Seokjin turns the corner to follow after him, only to stops abruptly inches from the man's face.
He looks livid, and Seokjin almost has the reflex to take a step back. But this is Kim Namjoon we're talking about.
"Why didn't you tell me." He sounds cold and angry, but most of all, disappointed.
Seokjin crosses his arms, giving the younger man the sassy eyebrows treatment. The bunny tail makes it all the more credible.
"Namjoon, you're hellbent on whopping some asshole's ass when you're still in your slippers and haven't even heard the whole story"
Namjoon looks down at his slipper clad feet. Monstrosities Seokjin bought him as a joke a few years ago, when he dropped Cheonggukjang broth all over his old ones, rendering them a brown and stinky mess. The panda shaped slippers had been a fixture since then.
"If Jungkook hadn't been there he would have-"
"While I am truly grateful for our precious maknae's intervention, I am not as powerless as you make me seem, and I had a very powerful and teeth shattering headbutt up my sleeve that I would have used otherwise. Now; Let's talk about how you were about to go get your ass kicked out of school for something that did not happen."
"I-... Hyung."
"You need to learn how to control your anger. It's an issue; whenever something set you off you just spring into action without thinking. It's going to get you in jail someday."
"Hyung"
"Don't 'hyung' me right now, I’m being serious. You have a brain, and I know for a fact that you know how to use it, so use it." He says, poking a crocked finger into Namjoon's chest. The younger man grabs his hand as a whole, stopping his probing. He doesn't let go, leaving them in a weird hand holding position.
"I would gladly go to jail for you, Seokjinah" he says, avoiding his eyes once he speaks.
"Yah, I'm the hyung here, I'm the one who should do the protecting." Seokjin answers to Namjoon weirdly intense declaration.
"As if, you only use the hyung card when you want to win an argument, you're the tallest toddler I know."
"Kim Namjoon, you wanna die?" He says, irritation plaguing his tone. But his dongsaeng carries on.
"You're the biggest coward I know, even worse than Hoseok. So, I know for a fact that you aren't a natural born protector. I've known you for so long I also know that you would go to scary height to protect those you love. But you also tend to forget yourself and your own safety. And that's why I feel like it's my job to take care of anyone that fucks with you. So please, don't hide this kind of stuff from me."
"That's sweet, but I raised you better than for you to solve problems with your fist. You've been hanging out with yoongi too much recently."
Namjoon rolls his eyes but grabs Seokjin's other hand.
So, yeah. They're just standing face to face, holding hands. The silence stretches on, until Seokjin runs out of details to map out on Namjoon's face.
"Well." He says, more to put an end to the silent staring contest than to start an actual conversation. "This has been weirdly informative." His hands are getting moist the longer they stand around like a couple of love sick kids. Namjoon still doesn't say anything, just stare at him. "Moral of this story, don't go beat up anyone in my name, please". More silence.
"Alright, so we're doing this weird staring into each other eyes while swinging our hands around, not awkward at all. Nope."
"You know hyung,-" Namjoon starts, voice steady, but with a weird nervousness to it.
Seokjin waits patiently.
"You know, I never told you this before but-"
Seokjin blinks, now curious about what is about to be said.
"You're very pretty."
Namjoon’s face flush a dark red after the comment leaves his mouth.
Seokjin thinks it's adorable. He also thinks hearing Namjoon compliment him is his new favourite thing in the world. But of course, his automatic answer is sarcasm.
He scoffs, and he could probably find a better comeback if he wasn't so busy trying to hide his matching blush. "Tell me something I don't know." He answers dryly.
There's a heavy silence hanging over them, and Seokjin wonders for a second what kind of weird knowledge Namjoon is about to drop on him this time.
"I really fucking love you, Kim Seokjin." Namjoon answers, squeezing his hands harder.
If he hadn't been shocked out of his mind, he probably would have been self-conscious about the river of sweat accumulating between their palms. But his brain has been frozen still, as the rest of his body.
"I've been in love with for so long, I can't for the love of god remember since when. And if you don't feel the same, I think we're all mature enough to not destroy ten years of friendship over it."
Seokjin opens his mouth but nothing comes out, and he just lets it hanging slack. It matches his eyes perfectly; just on the edge of popping out of his skull.
"But I really needed to say it. Because every time I look at you shoving food in your mouth, or hear you say a new dad joke even worse than the last, or doing that weird shoulder dance that makes you look like a moron, I fall a little bit harder in love with you. And I needed to know if I had a chance, because if I don't put a brake to my feelings soon, I'm scared I won't be able to love anyone else as hard as I love you."
It takes a moment for his brain to comeback online, and then Seokjin thinks about everything this could change, break and ruin. But it's only for a fleeting second, because he also thinks about the puzzle pieces. How him and Namjoon have fit from day one. How they've been each other's support system since the beginning.
Also how they've basically been married without legal contract or physical perks for the better of the last few years of their relationship. Being Facebook Official with the man he loves doesn't sound so bad.
"The kids are going to give us so much shit when we tell them we might finally make their marriage goal a reality." He answers, and Namjoon chuckles with a smile so wide his face might crack. They swing their hands still clasped together, looking at each other fondly.
"Sooo, are you going to kiss me or do I have to do all the work?" His boyfriend-future husband asks.
Seokjin snorts, grabs him by his stupid face and smash their mouth together.
*******
"Does that mean we can call you eomma and appa without you getting mad?" Taehyung asks, picture of innocence.
"That's hyung for you Taehyungah." Seokjin says. He's not about to be disrespected by his favorite dongsaeng.
"Alright, eomma-hyung.".
"These youngsters" he swears quietly.
#magicshopnet#bts fanfic#namjin fanfic#kim seokjin#kim namjoon#this was supposed to be straight up non established established relationship fluff#but i ended up using it to work through some issues lol#bangtanscenery
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