My Heart's Home (m) | pjm | nine
đŽChapter summary: You havenât talked to Jimin in monthsâ he has been successful in avoiding you since he saw Yoongi kiss you. But when a charity gala forces you together, will you erupt like an active volcano?
đŽChapter title: Take the Rain Away
đŽPairings: jimin x reader (main), jungkook x reader (only happens once in the first chapter), jungkook x OC (jessi), namjoon x OC (jessi), yoongi x hoseok, namjoon x oc, seokjin x oc, taehyung x oc
đŽCharacters: female reader (isnât mentioned by name and no ây/nâ), Jimin, Jungkook, Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Seokjin, Taehyung and four female original characters.
đŽGenre/AU: ranch!au, slice of life!au, soulmate!au, cowboy!au + smut, humor, fluff, romance, slow burn and angst
đŽRating: mature/explicit/R18 â this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact!
đŽDisclaimer: I do not own BTS or know them personally and this work of fiction is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. The actions and personalities described in the story do not reflect those of BTSâ itâs just fiction. Also, if you would kindly read the tags/warnings before reading, that would be lovely: and if you donât like whatever is described in the tags, just hit return and find something else to read. Thank you đž
đŽChapter warnings: yelling and curse words đ€ Jinâs pink slipper is finally here (though itâs not him wielding it lol) đ©Ž
đŽStatus: completed đ„ł
đŽWord count: 8.2k
đŽTaglist: @kookswifesblog, @kiki-zb, @babejinnie, @ownthesunshine, @allie-is-a-panda, @glllhjh, @bergandysam, @13-manggaetteok, @jeonsbabygirlsworld, @antisocial-mochi267,
đ psa to all you lovely people on the taglist, Iâve seen that some of you arenât interacting⊠Iâm wondering if youâre still reading or notâ do you wish to be removed from the taglist? Itâs okay if you donât like it anymore, I can remove you if you want to đ
đŽNow playing đż âTake the Rain Awayâ by Rebecca Lavelle. [Wanna listen to the serieâs playlist?]
đŽAuthorâs note: can you tell I wrote this chapter while severely depressed (as I did the previous)? đ„Č But, it was very easy to channel all my feelings into it, so I wrote it in like a day while crying most of the time. But here it is! Also, again Iâm sorry. Iâm really going through it and dealing with my depression, so Iâm sorry if I take longer to reply⊠I do look at your messages though! I donât know, life is hard and Iâm waiting to get a referral from my doctor⊠all that shit takes such a freaking long time! But yeah, Iâm still struggling, but Iâm doing my best to hang in there; bad days and a few good days finally. Thank you all so much for reading and for sticking with the story, tbh there were a few times in the latest chapters where I just wanted to delete it all and stop posting.. But yeah, thank fuckđ« Also⊠I really hope youâll love the next chapter and please donât hesitate to let me know your thoughts in either a comment or a reblog âïžđŠ
đŽAuthorâs note #2: I'm sorry⊠today I'm feeling extremely emotional and anxious. Itâs making me cry and my head is so heavy with a lot of thoughts⊠I hope you still like the chapter, right now Iâm afraid itâs crap, so Iâll go hide (don't mind me, this is 50% my anxiety speaking). See ya on Thursday lovelies!
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âTake the rain away
Take the rain away
Give me hope
Give me love
Make it sweet from above
Take the rain away
Oh take the rain away
Give me praise
Give me heart
Take the rain awayâ- âTake the Rain Awayâ by Rebecca Lavelle
The rain pelts on your windows, a rhythmic symphony against the glass that serves as the melodic backdrop to your dance with the paintbrush. Each stroke elicits a clench in your heart, a poignant harmony with the emotions that escape onto the canvas. Despite a tear finding its way down your cheek, you persist. The canvas becomes a vibrant tapestry, weaving through an array of red hues, from the delicate blush of pink to the profound richness of vermillion. In this intimate dance, you surrender to the guidance of the brush, allowing the strokes to tell a story only your heart understands.
The paintbrush becomes the voice of your unspoken thoughts, an ethereal extension of your mind that guides you through an escape. It whisks you away to an alternate reality, a place where joy and serenity prevail. Yet, as you gaze upon your canvas, the illusion shatters â a mosaic of red tones, a stark reflection of your inner turmoil. Youâre aware of the truth it conceals, reluctant to acknowledge the lingering ache for a man who remains silent, a man whose choices have been clear and that choice wasnât you. But why the heck would he decide to date someone that looks like you?
The baffling revelation still eludes you, a persistent enigma that has gnawed at your thoughts for days since the girls disclosed it. The meaning behind it remains a puzzle, and you find yourself grappling with the uncertainty. Thereâs an urge to confront Jimin, to seek answers, but the apprehension holds you back.Â
Instead, you retreat to the solace of your bedroom, losing yourself in the strokes of your paintbrush. Each canvas becomes a testament to your emotional turmoil, saturated in shades of red that echo anger and sadness. The thought of whether anyone would buy these artworks fades into insignificance; the therapeutic process takes precedence, offering a semblance of peace in the midst of your inner storm.
For a solid week, the relentless rain has played its melancholic symphony, a constant companion to your shifting moods. While you donât inherently despise the rain, its prolonged presence begins to cast a subtle veil of gloom. The weather, once a neutral backdrop, now becomes a weight on your shoulders, a persistent force tugging at the edges of your mind, leaving a trace of subtle melancholy in its wake.
Perhaps a twinge of bitterness creeps in, accompanied by an admission of jealousy as you observe Jungkook becoming a frequent overnight guest. Their shared moments are anything but discreet, the resonance of their love making echoing through the walls. Youâve mastered the art of drowning out those sounds, resorting to nocturnal strolls when needed. In the depths of your heart, you yearn for the same intimacy, but with Jimin.Â
You sigh, feeling utterly deflated. Life never goes the way to want it to. Why canât you just have something good happening for once?
In the dead of night, raindrops patter on your skin as you venture out once more for a solitary walk. The rhythmic percussion of raindrops becomes a welcome reprieve, drowning out the less-than-subtle sounds emanating from your sisterâs room. Ugh. itâs just greatâ now you canât stand people in love anymore! Despite your genuine happiness for your sister and Jungkook, witnessing their affectionate gestures becomes a bitter pill to swallow. The kisses, the embraces, the whispered wordsâall of it, a poignant reminder of what you yearn for with Jimin.Â
If only you could have that.
You know that jealousy is a nasty feeling and it leaves you feeling bitter inside.
The rain penetrates your jacket, seeping through to your skinâa subtle reminder of your lack of preparation. Cursing under your breath, you navigate through the yard, each step burdened with the weight of your drenched attire. As you reach one of the paddocks, darkness envelops you, the atmosphere dense and humid, mirroring the warmth and heaviness echoing in your chest. Yet, you yearn for this feeling to dissipate, much like the wishful thought that the rain will cease, allowing the sun to once again cast its hopeful rays upon you.
Lifting your gaze to the sky, the night sky unfolds above you, a vast canvas adorned with innumerable stars shimmering in their cosmic dance. A sigh escapes your lips, a blend of appreciation and melancholy. The celestial display, though undeniably beautiful, carries a bittersweet weight tonight, stirring emotions that twirl like distant constellations in the vast expanse above.
With the rain as your shield, you ponder whether itâs safe to return inside again or not. Opting to let the rhythmic dance of raindrops cloak you further, you choose the soothing drumbeat of rain over the potential moans echoing through the walls. Itâs better to give them more time to finish whatever they are doing, instead of going back and having to listen to it.
As the rain clings to your clothes and skin, an uncomfortable yet strangely welcomed sensation, you yearn for more than just the soothing touch of the downpour. Hoping against hope, you wish the rain could wash away the turmoil in your chest, or perhaps, deliver to you the one thing you crave and need the mostâlove.Â
Jimin.
In the recesses of your heart, the truth echoes loudlyâ he is the one meant for you, and the regret gnaws at your soul for not confessing your feelings earlier. The fear of disrupting and jeopardizing his current relationship hangs heavy, a bitter pill you swallow. His decision is made, and you must bear the weight of it.Â
Frustration clenches your hands as you yearn for a conversation, a connectionâanything to breach the walls heâs created, leaving you to wonder why heâs avoiding you or wonât acknowledge you at all.
As your breath quickens, tears intertwine with the raindrops on your cheeks, a blurred fusion where your own sorrows become indistinguishable from the weeping sky.
Your clothes cling to you, saturated by the persistent rain, and you decide itâs time to retreat from the star-studded night. With a silent farewell to the celestial display, you make your way back into the house, yearning for the solace of a quiet room, and silently hoping your sister and Jungkook have concluded their love making.
As you open the door and traverse the hallway, the muffled exchange of hushed voices reaches your ears, causing your heart to sink. Determined, you press on and step into your bedroom, conveniently situated next to your sisterâs. Lately, youâve cursed this proximity, contemplating the idea of seeking refuge downstairs in the guestroom.
The rhythmic creaking of the bed and muted moans persist, making you release a weary sigh, hastily snatching your pillow to shield your ears from the intimate sounds infiltrating the air.
Morning arrives, and youâre weary, having fallen asleep with the pillow cocooned around your head. Your once-neat hair now resembles a birdâs nest, and your body, feeling rigid and sore, yearns for the elusive embrace of a restful nightâs sleep.
Fatigue clinging to every step, you drag your weary body to the bathroom, performing the mundane rituals of brushing teeth and washing your face. The mirror mercilessly reflects the under-eye bags, taunting reminders of restless nights. A scoff escapes your lips as you splash water on your face, a futile attempt to shake off the lingering exhaustion and rouse yourself from the morning haze.
When you finally emerge from the bathroom, Jungkook steps out of your sisterâs room, wearing a sheepish yet gentle smile. Weariness etched on your features, you respond with a weary nod, acknowledging his presence.
Apology etched in his expression, he inquires, âDid we disturb your sleep?âÂ
Concern lines his face, yet beneath the surface, a subtle smirk plays on his lips as his eyes sweep over your tired form.
âItâs fine,â you sigh, the weight of exhaustion evident in your voice, though deep down, you acknowledge that âfineâ is a distant echo from the truth.Â
âWeâll keep it down,â he assures, a warm smile gracing his features as he absentmindedly scratches his head. A soft chuckle escapes you, an acknowledgment of the genuine sweetness and kindness that radiate from him.
âJungkook, really, you donât have to worry. Iâll grab some earplugs or whatever,â you laugh, the sound devoid of true joy. Despite your attempts at humor, each forced smile or chuckle only serves as a reminder of the hollowness and sorrow settling in your chest.
Jungkook gives you a reluctant nod, a silent acknowledgment of your weariness and the deflated emotions you carry. With a heavy heart, you retreat into your room to get dressed, the weight of the morning and the unresolved thoughts lingering in the air.
As you descend and enter the kitchen, the comforting aroma of Ha-rinâs nearly finished breakfast fills the air. Offering a hand, you assist her in setting up the table in the cozy dining room. The rarity of having everyone gather for a meal is not lost on you; usually, youâre consumed by solitary, hurried bites as the demands of the ranch beckon. However, today unfolds differently, marked by an unusual slowness in the rhythm of ranch life.
âYou look tired,â she observes with a gentle concern in her voice as the two of you collaborate in setting the table. A soft chuckle escapes you, a mixture of acknowledgment and self-deprecating humor. Itâs as if theyâve pointed out the obviousâyes, youâre aware you donât look your best, but must they bring attention to it?
âThanks. Jungkook and Jessi kept me up again,â you respond with a weariness that seeps into both your voice and posture, a tiredness underscored by a stifled yawn.
As you turn your head, Jungkook and Jessi stand in the doorframe, wearing apologetic expressions that mirror the remorse evident in their eyes.
âWeâre sorry,â your sister offers a sincere smile as she pulls out a chair, settling down. Jungkook follows suit, immediately diving into the meal with an eagerness that hints at his hunger.
âItâs fine,â you brush off their apologies with weary eyes and a nonchalant wave. âAt least youâre getting some,â you jest, but an awkward hush descends upon the room. The atmosphere turns dense, and their uncertain expressions reveal theyâre unsure how to react. âDonât mind me; Iâm just... frustrated. Not at you, though!â you quickly reassure them, taking a seat and joining in the meal.
For a few minutes, an uncomfortable silence descends, wrapping around the room like an unwelcome guest. Itâs the kind of awkward stillness that feels stifling and peculiar, and you find yourself yearning for someone to break it, to utter anything to shatter the tension lingering in the air.
âWe actually have something to tell you,â your sister begins, and as you meet her eyes, you notice a sparkle of excitement, maybe even love, dancing in them. Her happiness is contagious; a radiant smile graces her lips, and a delicate pink hue adorns her cheeks, complementing her beautifully. Itâs a sight that warms your heart, pulling a genuine smile from you in return.
Jungkook gently moves his hand over Jessiâs, giving it a tender squeeze, and his eyes gleam with a radiant light, an unmistakable shimmer of affection, you presume. Their laughter dances in the air, and their shared smiles are like a silent declaration of the love that binds them.
âWeâve been meaning to share something with you,â your sister begins, her voice laced with a mix of excitement and apprehension. âJungkook and I are dating,â she announces, and you canât help but feel your smile broaden. You observe the subtle exchange of glances between them, a blend of happiness and nervousness, as if unsure of how youâll react to this newfound chapter in their relationship.
Your eyes glisten with unshed tears, and you canât help but beam, your emotions laid bare. âThat makes me so happy to hear!â A single tear escapes, and you playfully scold yourself, but deep down, youâre overwhelmed with joy for your sister and Jungkook.
Your sisterâs concern deepens as she leans in, her eyes reflecting worry. âAre you okay with this? You seem a bit sadâŠâ
With tear-streaked cheeks, you point to your clearly emotional face, chuckling through the joyful tears. âThis? Iâm just thrilled for you. I just... wish I had that too. But Iâm genuinely happy for you.â Sniffling, you manage a smile, though your plate is nearly obscured by your overwhelming emotions.
Jungkook, your sister, and Ha-rin exchange concerned glances, but wisely refrain from prying further. You believe theyâve caught on; your weeks of moping and the emotional rollercoaster have left little room for secrets. Itâs ridiculous, you scold yourself internally, navigating the intricate maze of your own emotions. The irony of grieving a relationship that never truly existed weighs heavy on your chest, and you canât help but feel a pang of sorrow for what could have been.
Genuine happiness radiates within you for their newfound relationship, and you donât perceive it as strange. Sure, there was a fleeting encounter with Jungkook, as Jessi pointed out, but it was just thatâa passing moment. You never harbored romantic feelings for him; your joy stems from seeing them genuinely happy together. Yet, an undeniable pang echoes in your heart, a yearning for that elusive connection you witness in them, to have that special someoneâ and that someone is Jimin.
Caught in the whirlwind of conflicting emotions, you grapple with the uncertainty of your feelings for Jimin. Every attempt to navigate this emotional maze has hit a dead end â avoiding him, attempting conversations that fall on deaf ears, and even embracing silence only to be met with his intense gaze.Â
The enigma that is Jimin remains beyond your comprehension. Your desire for him lingers, leaving you in a perplexing predicament with no clear path forward.
âRelax your shoulders,â Yoongiâs voice cuts through the rhythmic sounds of hooves against the earth, offering guidance as a fiery-red mare gracefully circles you in the pen. Perched atop the fence, Yoongi, accompanied by Hoseok, shares his insights. Lately, with the challenging task of taming wild horses, Hoseok has become an invaluable ally, contributing his skill and energy to the shared pursuit.
His involvement extends beyond mere assistance; he actively contributes to the preparations, occasionally joining your rides and, on other occasions, simply sharing moments as you engage in the dayâs tasks. Today, he observes with keen interest, his presence an unspoken support in the rhythm of your work.
You attempt to find your focus, and you let your shoulders sag, reminding yourself of the importance of a calm and clear mind in handling the unpredictable nature of the horses. Despite your efforts, stress and frustration linger, making the task more challenging. Today seems particularly difficult. Your gaze repeatedly drifts toward Yoongi and Hoseok, seated closely. The air between them carries a subtle tension, Yoongi fidgeting with his shirt, an uncharacteristic unease marking his demeanor. Itâs funny how being around someone you like can change the way you behave.
You let out a soft chuckle, finding Yoongiâs crush on Hoseok endearing. The uncertainty of whether Hoseok reciprocates, or even what his preferences areâ if heâs into men, women or both. You have no clue, but you genuinely hope that Hoseok shares Yoongiâs feelings; knowing that Yoongi could use a guy like Hoseok in his life.
The red mareâs whinny echoes through the air as it breaks into a wild gallop, gracefully navigating the pen with powerful bucks. This one, a recent addition, demands more patience than its counterparts. However, you embrace the challenge, recognizing that each horse is unique, and youâre willing to invest the time needed to build trust and understanding.
You let the spirited mare run around the pen, attempting to divert your attention from its antics. Instead, your gaze returns to the two men on the fence. Theyâre engaged in casual conversation, possibly about work, but the genuine smile on Yoongiâs face has an inexplicable effect on your heart. Hoseokâs eyes light up at every word from Yoongi, and it feels as if your heart could burst into a garden of blossoming flowers. In that moment, you yearn for a connection as beautiful and captivating as the one unfolding before you.
As your gaze drifts, it travels up to the yard, settling on the house that holds the thoughts of the man who occupies your every waking momentâJimin. The silence between you two persists, leaving you in a state of anticipation. Every now and then, you catch glimpses of him with Deiji, their laughter echoing through the air. Despite the small flower in your chest withering at the sight, you remind yourself itâs okay, even though anger still lingers.
âWatch out!â Hoseok shouts, leaping down from the fence with Yoongi in tow. Before you can react, you find yourself sprawled on the ground with a thud. A frustrated groan escapes your lips as you rub your back, rolling over to your side.
You spot Yoongi approaching the red mare, hands raised in the air, skillfully redirecting its attention away from you. Meanwhile, Hoseok is already down on his knees beside you. As your eyes flutter open, a wave of confusion washes over you.
Concern fills Hoseokâs voice as he asks, âAre you okay?âÂ
Your gaze meets his, lingering confusion evident. Meanwhile, Yoongi persists in his attempt to soothe the red mare, now employing a gentler approach, his words whispered in a hushed tone.
Your eyes lock with Hoseokâs as you ask, âWhat happened?âÂ
His outstretched hand becomes your anchor, pulling you up into a sitting position, your fingers instinctively rubbing your sore back again.
His words hit you, âThe horse ran you over,â accompanied by a subtle chuckle. Yet, his eyes reveal a deeper concern as he carefully scans you, ensuring that youâre genuinely okay.
You glance around in confusion at the sandy expanse of the pen.Â
âIt did?â you inquire, perplexed, your gaze shifting down to the ground where you find yourself. You must have blacked out or something. You assess your body, feeling a general lack of pain, at least not as much as you expected.
âI think Iâm fine,â you assure Hoseok, allowing him to help you up as you stand. You dust off the sand from your pants and shirt, trying to regain a sense of composure.
Yoongi, having calmed the mare, walks over to you. âAre you sure youâre fine?â he asks, raising a brow as he looks you up and down. You chuckle, dismissing any concern with a wave of your hand. Thereâs no need for a fuss over a simple fall.
âIâm fine. I was just pushed. No biggie!â you declare, gesturing with your hands to reassure them that everything is under control.
âMaybe we should take a look at you at the house?â Hoseok suggests, and you instantly flinch, a wave of apprehension washing over you.
âOh god no. Iâm fine, and I really donât want to go in there,â you state firmly, a pressed smile on your face. The last thing you need is to see Jimin with Deiji again; better to stay clear of them, as youâve been doing recently. Both Yoongi and Hoseok laugh, and you notice the way they look at each other, as if thereâs something youâve missed. For a split second, you feel left out before joining in the laughter yourself.
You ask Yoongi to finish working on the red mare while you and Hoseok take a seat on top of the fence. From there, you observe him letting the horse run about, much like you did earlier. Yoongi always appears so relaxed when heâs working. His ability to keep his mind sealed off and clear during tasks is incredible. Unfortunately, the same canât be said for you or Hoseok. The dynamic between the three of you is unique, each with your own way of approaching the work at hand.
The happy-go-lucky man next to you appears captivated by watching Yoongi work; his eyes shine as bright as the sun. The way he holds his breath, as if the air is too thick with something, sparks a glimmer of hope within you. Perhaps itâs because he might harbor feelings for Yoongi.
You meticulously apply eyeliner and mascara, ensuring you look flawless. Returning to your room, your eyes fall upon the elegant purple satin gown laid out on your bed. The floor-length attire boasts a sweetheart neckline, perfectly complemented by a pair of carefully chosen low heels that you gracefully slip into.
Before stepping out, you steal a moment to gaze at your reflection in the mirror, and what stares back at you is nothing short of captivating.
As you step outside your door, you encounter your sister, adorned in a floor-length gown of deep blue that borders on the verge of velvety blackness.
âWow, you look stunning,â you compliment your sister, and she responds with a soft smile, her fingers nervously dancing with the edges of her purse.
âThanks, you look incredible too,â she smiles warmly, and together you descend the stairs to join the other girls.
Ara, Soo-ah, and Ha-rin await you downstairs, adorned in stunning gowns for the nightâs gala in town. The charity event, featuring an auction, aims to raise funds for the local hospitalâs childrenâs ward. Ara stuns in a radiant red dress, Soo-ah elegantly dons baby blue, prompting you to ponder if itâs her favorite color, and Ha-rin exudes sophistication in a black gown. The quartet, a vision of beauty, gathers in the kitchen, the air buzzing with excitement for the glamorous night ahead.
âReady for an enchanting evening, everyone?â you inquire, casting a smile across the group, your eyes dancing with anticipation.
âYeah!â Soo-ah cheers with infectious joy, and without a second thought, you all rush to the door, hitch up your dresses, and dash into the yard, the relentless rain already kissing your gowns with its playful touch.
You hastily hop into the car, and Jessi swiftly ignites the engine, reversing out of the yard. The rainâs symphony dances on the windshield, while the sun gracefully sets, painting the sky in captivating shades of gold and pink.
Jessi navigates the road with precision, and the group settles into a comfortable ease. Casual conversations and light-hearted jokes fill the air, yet your mind strays elsewhere, tethered to thoughts of Jimin. Anticipating his presence at the gala, you resolve to keep a careful distance, aware that the crowd might offer a shield for the avoidance you seek.
Navigating the rain-drenched roads adds extra time to your journey into town, but finally, you pull up in front of City Hall. The building itself seems to have donned its best attire for the occasion, adorned with banners and a vibrant red carpet that unfurls invitingly through the grand entrance.
As Jessi skillfully parks the car, you hastily step out, seeking refuge under the overhang of the building to escape the relentless rain. A quick scan of the parking lot reveals the presence of Jimin and Jungkookâs trucks, instantly causing a pang in your chest. The prospect of encountering Jimin tonight tightens your heart, and you brace yourself for the emotional storm that might follow.
âUgh I fucking hate the rain,â Soo-ah groans beside you, her disdain for the downpour resonating with your own sentiments. Your chuckle, a small escape from the damp reality, lingers in the misty air.
Ensuring everyone is prepared, you lead the way into the grand hall. The opulence hits you instantly â a symphony of golds and reds creating a lavish spectacle. The vast space is adorned with small, round tables draped in rich red cloth, each topped with flickering candles. Towards the front, a podium commands attention, surrounded by carefully curated art pieces. Among them, proudly displayed, are a couple of your own paintings, awaiting their moment in tonightâs charitable auction.
Approaching the guys, youâre met with a sight to beholdâJungkook impeccably clad in a black tux adorned with subtle stripes, while Yoongi and Hoseok exude charm in their tuxedos, each strand of hair meticulously styled. Embracing them warmly, your attention shifts to Jimin, not far off, accompanied by his stunning girlfriend. The duo radiates elegance, and you canât help but curse Jimin silently for his undeniable allureâ his ass looks so good in those pants. His tux drapes his frame flawlessly, accentuating every curve, and you catch yourself practically drooling before quickly averting your eyes.
Spotting his gaze directed your way, you respond with a silent nod. Despite your desire to keep your distance, you choose the path of politeness, offering this small acknowledgment in the crowded elegance of the gala.
The room swells with a mix of familiar faces and strangers. Across the expanse, you catch sight of Namjoon and Seokjin at a neighboring table. With a warm smile, you extend a friendly wave in their direction.
As the auction commences, you navigate through the crowd toward a table, silently grateful for opting for low heels to spare your feet. A glass of champagne in hand, you join Yoongi, Hoseok, Soo-ah, and Ara at a table. Meanwhile, Ha-rin has engaged in a lively conversation with Namjoon and Seokjin across the room, their friendship evident even from a distance.
Jessi and Jungkook are stationed at a table alongside Jimin and Deiji, and a scoff escapes you when your gaze lands on Jimin. The silence between you two remains, a lack of surprise settling in as a familiar companion at this point.
He appears incredibly alluring, like a full-course meal, and something stirs within your veinsâa concoction of anger and jealousy, perhaps. The desire to speak to him, to feel his touch, clashes with the urge to tear him apart. Later, the thought of dancing with him lingers, but the awkwardness stemming from his radio silence and the undeniable truth that he isnât yours keeps you at a wary distance.
The auctioneerâs voice becomes a distant murmur, his words lost in the whirl of paintings and various items on the stand. Your attention, however, is not tethered to the auction; instead, itâs ensnared by the intensity in Jiminâs gaze. The way his eyes lock onto yours mirrors a familiarity, reminiscent of the look he gave you weeks ago during Jessiâs cast celebration dinner. The unspoken depth in his eyes unsettles you, inducing a subtle sweat, nervous energy, and an involuntary gulp.
With no refuge in sight, you attempt to anchor yourself in the rhythm of your heartbeat, a desperate bid to quell the storm of emotions swirling within you.
Indeedâ sin personified gazes your way, but what does it matter? His silence, his refusal to engage, grates on your last nerves. You know youâre at an auction right now, and it would be weird to talk at this event, but dammit, he could just come over and ask you for a talk, pull you off to another room. Anything, really.Â
A sly smile graces your lips as Yoongi playfully nudges your shoulder, and you, in turn, lean into the comfort of his presence. A subtle shift in Jiminâs gaze doesnât go unnoticed, the intensity of his eyes deepening as the unspoken tension weaves through the air.
Hoseok playfully nudges you as your vibrant red painting graces the auction stage. Surprisingly, an elegant elderly lady becomes enamored with it, bidding generously and claiming it as her own. Gratitude swells within you, knowing that the proceeds will contribute to a worthy cause.
Jiminâs unwavering gaze continues to linger on you, an irritation bubbling within. You question why he canât redirect his attention to his girlfriend or, at the very least, the ongoing auction.
The auction unfolds in the background, but your focus remains unyielding to the bidding, stolen by the persistent gaze of the blonde man. His intense gaze feels like heâs stripping you down with his eyes. Yet you remain nonchalant, indifferent to his silent advances.
During a brief respite, as delectable appetizers circulate the room, you discreetly savor the miniature delights, determinedly diverting your attention from Jimin as per your original strategy.
Abruptly, you interject into the groupâs conversation, âIs there something on my face?â Their perplexed gazes pivot towards you, uncertain of the sudden inquiry.
As you munch on a bite of food, you nonchalantly toss in, âJimin keeps giving me these intense stares, and I just donât get it.â
Yoongi and Hoseok share a knowing chuckle, their eyes reflecting a camaraderie that Soo-ah and Ara immediately catch onto, shooting you looks of playful understanding.
âNo, thereâs nothing on your face,â Soo-ah says with a teasing smile, her words dripping with a playful undertone.
âMaybe you should talk to him?â Ara suggests, her voice carrying a gentle note of encouragement, like a flicker of a candle in the dim room of uncertainty.
âHe doesnât want to talk, and I hardly think this is the place for itâŠâ you say, the words hanging in the air like a fleeting sigh, drowned out by the buzz of conversations around you as you take a thoughtful sip of your champagne.
You redirect your attention to the auctioneer, a black vase taking center stage this time. As the bidding unfolds, you indulge in another sip of champagne, feeling the effervescent bubbles dance teasingly across your tongue, a subtle distraction from the tension in the room.
As the final gavel falls, signaling the end of the auction, a wave of relief washes over you. The speakers come alive with soulful melodies, casting a warm ambiance over the room. To your surprise, the atmosphere becomes infectious, and you observe couples from other tables swaying to the rhythmic tunes. A chuckle escapes you, realizing youâve never been one to dance at such formal events. Nevertheless, the musicâs allure beckons, and you find yourself succumbing to the rhythm, ready to embrace the unexpected joy of the night.
Yoongi seizes your hands, whisking you onto the dance floor in a whirl of laughter and joy. The dance is a delightful blend of fun and friendship, his every move resonating with an infectious rhythm. As you twirl under the dazzling lights, you catch Hoseokâs gaze fixed on Yoongi. Leaning in, you share a whispered observation, âHoseokâs eyes are practically glued to you, you know?â
His laughter reverberates through the air, a melody that resonates with a warmth you find comforting. âI know,â he chuckles, the sound a harmonious note in the symphony of the evening.
As he smirks, a playful glint in his eyes, you canât help but reciprocate with a grateful smile. He twirls you around, a dance of understanding, letting you sway out of his embrace only to draw you back in. Oh, the dance you share with him is a temporary refuge, a wishful escape from the reality you yearn to change. However, your joy falters as you catch Jiminâs gaze; his eyes, far from angelic, hold a mysterious intensity that pierces through the rhythm of the music.
With a chuckle, Yoongi leans in, âJiminâs got his eyes on you too.â
âIâve felt his eyes on me since we walked through that door,â you admit with a sigh, your gaze wandering over the dance floor where your sister twirls with Jungkook, and Ha-rin gracefully dances with Seokjin.
âYou should consider talking to him,â he suggests again, but you dismiss the idea with a subtle shake of your head.
âI doubt it would make any difference, honestly,â you laugh, pressing your body into Yoongiâs. His warmth envelops you, and for a brief moment, in his embrace, everything feels like it might just be okay.
Taking a step back from Yoongi, you express the need for a break. As you make your way back to the table to sip on more champagne, you observe Yoongi inviting Hoseok to dance, a proposal met with a willing agreement. Soo-ah joins you at the table, casting a gentle gaze in your direction.
âYou danced with Hoseok?â You inquire, your gaze softened with curiosity.
âI did,â she admits with a smile. âHeâs a really nice guy.â You nod, acknowledging her words. However, you canât shake the understanding that someone in your circle might end up with a bruised heart, considering both Yoongi and Soo-ah have affections for Hoseok.
As you watch Hoseok and Yoongi gracefully moving on the dance floor, impressed by Hoseokâs skilled control over his body, a genuine smile plays on your lips. However, that fleeting moment of joy is interrupted as you sense the weight of brown eyes piercing into your back. Turning around, you find Jimin dancing intimately with Deiji, the intensity of his gaze making your smile fade.
You observe Jimin and Deiji dancing cheek to cheek, their bodies pressed tightly together, making you scoff and redirect your attention to Soo-ah. Just as you try to shake off the unsettling sight, a tap on your shoulder interrupts your thoughts. You turn around to find Hoseok, his bright smile inviting, âDo you want to dance?â
You seize his hand, allowing him to whisk you onto the dance floor, reminiscent of how Yoongi did earlier. Hoseok effortlessly twirls you around, evoking laughter that bubbles up from deep within. Knowing youâre not the most adept dancer, you surrender to his guidance, and he proves to be exceptionally skilled at leading you through the dance.
Amid the enjoyment, a surge of audacity overcomes you, prompting an uncharacteristic move. âWhat do you think about Yoongi?â The words spill out unexpectedly, catching Hoseok off guard, a reaction vividly displayed on his face. A chuckle escapes you as you revel in the spontaneity of the moment.
âWhat do you mean?â he asks, catching off guard.Â
Unable to contain your mischievous grin, you lean in and tease, âYou know he likes you, right?â As the words escape your lips, youâre conscious of the trust you might be breaking but convinced that mingling is the key to any potential connection. Hoseok, though initially shocked, isnât repulsed as you feared. Instead, his eyes widen, and a subtle pink tint adorns his cheeks, leaving you wondering how heâll respond.
âHe does?â Hoseok stammers, caught off guard and missing a beat. Your chuckle only intensifies as you nod in confirmation. The revelation lingers in the air, and you sense that you might not have to do much more to set things in motion.
As you continue to dance, a comfortable silence envelops you both before Hoseok breaks it, his words hanging in the air, âYou know Jimin likes you too.â
You roll your eyes, well aware of the situation. âYeah, not much to do about it when he has a girlfriend,â you admit with a wry smile. Despite Hoseokâs good intentions, youâve firmly decided not to act on your feelings while Jimin is still in a relationship. Itâs a line you wonât cross.
You dance a little longer until Yoongi is at your side again, grabbing your arm and pulling you into his embrace. He wears a curious smile as he asks, âWhat were you talking about with Hoseok?â
You chuckle softly, âI told him.â
He glances at you, a puzzled expression on his face, âTold him what?â
âThat youâve got a crush on him,â you declare, matter-of-factly, in a hushed tone meant just for the two of you. However, with the rain tapping on the roof and the music playing, itâs a challenge to catch every word.
Yoongiâs expression doesnât exactly radiate joy, but thereâs a subtle softness to his features, an almost-relaxed demeanor. He releases a frustrated sigh, raking a hand through his hair in apparent exasperation.
âIâm sorry. I know it isnât my place to say anything. But he actually seemed intrigued!â You share, your words riding the rhythm of the music as you sway with Yoongi. His tension eases, and he responds with a soft expression, a subtle acknowledgment of the revelation.
âItâs okay,â he breathes out, âit wasnât your place, but itâs fine.âÂ
You lean into him, embracing him gently and offering a reassuring pat on the back. In that moment, you catch Jiminâs gaze fixed on you once again. The repetitive stares leave you puzzled. Why is he focused on you instead of his girlfriend?
You feel your heart quicken, your nostrils flare, and your hands clench around Yoongiâs back. He pulls you away, confusion etched on his face, questioning whatâs wrong. But you see red. Itâs reached a boiling point. The anger simmers inside you, consuming every inch of your being, and with determination, you let go of Yoongi and stride purposefully over to Jimin and Deiji.
Standing before them, you take a deep inhale, a turbulent storm of emotions brewing beneath your skin. âWhy the hell are you staring at me like that?â Your voice slices through the ambient sounds, a piercing question that fractures the comfortable cocoon around Jimin and Deiji. Jimin slowly turns to face you, his expression shifting from surprise to a somber acknowledgment, as if heâs been caught in the act of something heâd rather keep hidden.
âShouldnât your eyes be on your girlfriend, huh? Why the fuck do you keep gazing at me? Look at your damn girlfriend!â you hiss, your hands tightly clenched at your sides, radiating with anger.
âAnd while youâre at it, why the fuck canât you talk to me like a normal human being?â you raise your voice, the anger boiling so fiercely within you that you feel breathless as you unleash your words.
âYouâre a damn coward, arenât you? You shouldnât be casting your eyes my way when you have a girlfriend right there!â You jab your finger accusingly at her, and she flinches, uncertain about how to react. Jimin simply gazes at you, as though youâve lost your marblesâand maybe you have, because the words keep pouring out.
âYou fucking jerk. If you had the decency to communicate, to use your damn voice instead of making baseless assumptions, we wouldnât be in this ridiculous situation!â You huff, the waves of anger radiating from your body. The sudden realization hits you that the entire room is now fixated on the spectacle, and an eerie silence envelops the space, punctuated only by the intensity of your heated words.
Yoongi steps up beside you, a silent force attempting to ground you, but you refuse to yield. The torrent of anger surges within you, and with an accusatory finger, you unleash your fury on Jimin.
âI fucking hate you! Youâre stupid. I hate you. I fucking hate you. I love you. I fucking hate you. I hate you so fucking much!â Your words, laden with venom, spill from your lips in a torrent of conflicting emotions. You seethe, feeling strangely lighter, though the room spins around you. Yoongi releases your arm, his face a mix of shock, and confusion mirrors the peculiar glances from those around you, leaving you wondering why everyone is now looking at you even more strangely than before.
âYou fucking bastard. Stop looking at me like that,â you hiss at Jimin, catching him off guard. Deiji wears a displeased expression, and Jiminâs features soften in a way that leaves you utterly bewildered.Â
Deiji appears visibly irritated, and youâre left wondering if her frustration is directed at you or if she shares your exasperation for Jimin. As the tension simmers, Jimin unexpectedly breaks into laughter, his audacity fueling the fire of your anger. The laughter grates on your nerves, aggravating you further. Why on earth is he finding amusement in this situation? Thereâs nothing remotely funny about it, intensifying the blaze of your already fiery emotions.
You jab your accusatory finger at him once more, your voice cutting through the tension, âStop laughing. This isnât funny!â
Your voice may carry the tone of an angered child denied its desires, but you couldnât care less. In this moment, youâre finally confronting Jimin, even if the conversation seems to be one-sided.
You observe as he parts his lips, ready to utter words that you donât wish to hear.
âI donât want to hear it! You know what? Iâm done!â You hiss in frustration, ready to pivot away from the awkward situation, aware of the collective gaze of all the guests upon you. As you start to turn, Jiminâs firm grip on your wrist stops you, compelling you to face him again.
âYou can stick your dick where the sun doesnât shine!â You shriek, wrenching your arm free, and storming out of the building. The erratic thumping of your heart resonates like a dissonant ringing in your ears, mirroring the chaos within.
Gasping frantically for air, your breath catching in turbulent spasms, you step outside, feeling as if your body is unraveling at the seams. Collapsing on the stairs, you surrender to the tremors of anger pulsating through you. Attempting to regain composure, you strive to slow your breath, but the task proves as challenging as holding back a tempest.
Regret floods your senses, a torrent of remorse for every word unleashed in the heat of anger, half of them lost to the haze of fury. The weight of all eyes fixed upon you, their gaze searing into your soul, amplifies the desire for the ground to open up and engulf you whole.Â
What transpired in that room, and how did it all spiral into such chaos?
A symphony of hooves shatters the tranquility of your peaceful slumber, jerking you awake. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you hurry to the window to witness the commotion outside. In the distance, a captivating spectacle unfolds â a wild herd of horses, led by the majestic brown stallion, thundering across the landscape. These creatures have become frequent visitors, drawing nearer to the ranch with each passing day. Curiosity grips you; what secrets do these untamed spirits carry, and why do they venture closer to your haven?
With a contented sigh, you wearily make your way back to your bed, sinking into its welcoming embrace. A spontaneous yawn escapes, accompanied by a luxurious stretch that sends waves of relaxation through your well-rested body. The simple joy of a peaceful nightâs sleep settles over you, like a comforting blanket enveloping your weary soul.
Entering the bathroom, you brace yourself for the day ahead. Under the rejuvenating spray of a quick shower, you allow the cascading water to serve as a cleansing force, washing away not only yesterdayâs mistakes but also the lingering regret that clings to your every thought. The steam clouds your reflection, a metaphorical veil between the past and the potential for a better today.
The bracing cold water jolts you into wakefulness, a refreshing prelude to the day ahead. As rivulets of water cascade down, you ensure every trace of sleep is banished, emerging invigorated and ready for the rigors of another day on the ranch. Donning a weathered shirt, worn-in pants, and your trusty boots, you complete the ensemble with the signature hat that shields your face from the sunâs relentless gaze. Descending the stairs, you find Ara in the kitchen, skillfully crafting a sandwich for her morning appetite.
âHey there!â you chirp, a grin lighting up your face, buoyed by the rare joy of a restful nightâs sleep. A subtle acknowledgment forms in your mindâthankful for your sister and Jungkook opting for a night at his place, granting you the serenity that fueled the upbeat mood.
âHey, how are you feeling?â Ara inquires, her attention focused on putting away the butter, as if carefully choosing the moment to meet your eyes.
âActually, leave it out. I could use one too,â you interject, and Ara obligingly retrieves the butter, finally meeting your gaze. âAs for how Iâm doingâjust fine.â
She hands you the butter and a knife, a wry smile playing on her lips, âSome party, huh?â
She chuckles, and you roll your eyes. The weight of her laughter only intensifies your embarrassment, a vivid reminder of the scene you created at the gala. You find yourself wishing for the ground to open up and spare you from the aftermath of your emotional outburst. Why did you have to make such a spectacle?
Damn you and your relentless emotions. Now the whole world, or at least everyone at the gala, knows the depth of your disdain for Jimin, you assume. You bury your face in your hands, releasing a frustrated grunt. âIâm so sorry. I didnât mean to create such a spectacle.â
Araâs laughter rings out, much to your dismay, intensifying the furrow in your brow. You donât see the humor; youâve practically made a fool of yourself in front of everyone.
âWell, we all had a blast,â she laughs, a beautiful smile playing on her lips, âIâm sure Jimin is having a good laugh about it too.â
You roll your eyes once more, highly skeptical. After all, you called him so many terrible names, didnât allow him a word in, and basically told him to stick it in his ass.
Wonderful. Great. Peachy. Words that utterly fail to capture the chaotic storm of emotions swirling within you at this very moment. The vivid memories of your passionate outburst yesterday haunt you, casting a shadow over any semblance of composure. Thereâs a lingering wish to escape the possibility of encountering Jimin and his girlfriend again, but deep down, you acknowledge that luck doesnât favor you so generously.
You hastily slather butter onto your bread, devouring it in its pure simplicity. The imminent need to depart gnaws at you; the day awaits, beckoning you to gallop over to the Bell ranch, where the untamed spirits of the wild horses entwine with the shared endeavors of you and Yoongi.
âI have to go,â you declare, snatching the bread in your mouth, and dash outdoors toward the barn. The sun, now radiantly shining, bestows a sense of hope upon your day, propelling you forward with anticipation.
As you saddle up Marshmallow and guide him outdoors, a faint sound begins to patter on the roofâa soft, rhythmic reminder of the rain.
Out in the open, the rain embraces you in seconds, a relentless downpour that draws a scoff. Undeterred, you plant your foot in the stirrup and swing the other leg over, urging Marshmallow into a full gallop. The rain pelts your face, but you ride on, indifferent to the weatherâs challenge.
As you ride, thoughts of Jiminâs expression at the gala linger in your mind. Despite his initial composure, his face betrayed offense and anger, as if restraining the urge to shout back. He stood there, his girlfriend by his side, absorbing every word you hurled at him. Regret tugs at you, but the words are irreversible, a turbulent exchange you canât undo, even if you wished otherwise.
A yearning lingers within you, hoping that Jimin would have retorted, engaged in a verbal sparring, or at least defended himself. However, his silence echoes louder than any words, leaving you to ponder the significance of his unspoken response.
You sense that words were poised on the tip of Jiminâs tongue, ready to spill out, but a conscious decision to shield yourself from his potential revelations compelled you to shut down any communication before it began.
The peculiar weather paints a contradictory scene: raindrops cascade, yet the sun defiantly radiates its warmth, creating a surreal ambiance. In the midst of this meteorological paradox, a double rainbow graces the distant horizon. The sight, both enchanting and whimsical, elicits a genuine smile, urging you to spur Marshmallow into an even faster gallop. Each rhythmic beat of his hooves seems to synchronize with the cadence of your heart, a determined attempt to outride the persistent thoughts of Jimin that linger in your mind.
As the ranch emerges on the horizon, a welcoming sight after the turbulent events, you guide Marshmallow down to the pen where Yoongi and Hoseok eagerly await your arrival. Skillfully securing Marshmallow to the fence, you exchange greetings with the two men, the atmosphere pregnant with anticipation for the dayâs tasks on the ranch.
Hoseokâs laughter greets you even before you utter a single word, prompting an eye roll from you in response.
As Yoongi dedicates himself to the fiery-red mare once more, you find your way to the fence, settling in next to Hoseok with a sense of camaraderie.
âNice gala, huh?â Hoseok teases, raising his eyebrows in a way that suggests heâs well aware of the eveningâs drama. You respond with a loud groan, wondering why people find the need to rub your failures in your face.
âShit. I regret how I behaved. Itâs so embarrassing,â you confess, closing your eyes as if wishing to erase yesterday from existence.
âI understand. But it was fun to watch,â he laughs heartily, his entire being pulsating with mirth.
You shift your gaze downward to Yoongi in the pen, âHave you noticed the herd of wild horses getting closer?â
Yoongi nods knowingly, âYeah.â
You observe the mareâs lively movements before turning your attention back to Yoongi, âWhat do you think it means?â
Yoongi looks up from the mare, his expression serious, âNothing good.â
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