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storytimewithsapphire · 6 years

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Love is Ludicrous 003

Jimin ft. Jungkook and Taehyung || Fuckboy! Maknae Line || 2577 Words

“Jimin Park being the ultimate definition of fuckboy along with his friends Taehyung Kim and Jungkook Jeon. Upon one of his best friends getting married, he’ll have to deal with consequences also known as Y/N.”

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Her heels hit against the wooden flooring of the hallway, Y/N hadn’t visited her since she came back from her shoot in Paris three months ago.

“No don’t worry about it, money issues can happen” She heard her sister speak just as she opened the front door.

Y/N followed the sound of her sister’s voice, “Okay I’ll talk to you later” she stated before hastily ending the call.

“Who were you talking to?” Y/N asked putting down the Versace bag she had gotten as a gift from her fashion photographer friend.

“Oh, just him again, nothing important” She sighed tossing her phone to the side before continuing with her breakfast.

Anger bubbled inside of Y/N, how could she talk to someone who hurt her the way he did? “Exactly, he’s nothing to you, you shouldn’t even be talking to a person like him. Gosh, all men are just the same” Y/N stated before grabbing the serving left for her and taking her seat.

“Look Y/N, what happened me, although unfortunate, wasn’t that bad, he’s not a bad person” Her nonchalant tone irked Y/N, “How can you say that the person who asked to marry you only to cheat on you a day before the ceremony isn’t a bad person? They’re all the same, sleazy dogs that want nothing but sex in life. How would you be able to focus on anything else in life?”

Before the elder sister could reply the clicks of the door being unlocked were heard and that could have only meant one thing, their aunt was visiting.

Don’t get them wrong, the adored her but her idealistic were and still are quite drastically old-fashioned. Engaged at 21, Married at 23 and kids before 25 yet there sat Y/N at the age of 24 and still studying.

“Guess what girls, I got some presents for you” She came waltzing, her cat heels clicked against the marble floor. ‘Ah her gifts, what could possibly go wrong this time?’ Y/N thought as she reminisced all the gifts her aunt has given her.

From face creams to her old prom dress, the gifts were endless but so were the problems that came with them. The face creams ended up being expired which cause Y/N to break out furiously on 6th Grade picture day while the prom dress was so old that the straps had snapped off as she was putting them on for the night of the actual prom. The possibilities and problems were endless with their Aunt’s gifts.

Finishing with their breakfast, the three moved to the couch to see exactly what these ‘gifts’ were.

“Look at this amazing gift, I got it blessed so you’d get a life partner very, very soon” Their Aunt spoke as she put the silk scarf around Y/N’s neck. “Seriously? Again with the marriage stuff? I told you guys I don’t want to get married” Y/N took off the scarf placing it on her aunt’s lap.

She stood up ready to leave the unwanted surroundings. “Okay fine don’t think of it as a marriage thing but a gift for your graduation from med school”.

A small smile appeared on Y/N’s face as her aunt placed the scarf around her neck once more. “I should be on the next roster, they’re saying I have one more surgery to assist and then I’ll be able to operate and be a real surgeon” The smile on Y/N’s face was indescribable. To think she was so close to achieving her lifelong goal.

After saying her goodbyes, Y/N walked out of the apartment complex heading to her own apartment. It was only a short distance away, she can easily walk there and back.

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With her hopes of becoming a surgeon only a few moments away, she tucked the scarf around her bag and walked along the sidewalk.

The buzzing in her bag seem to attract her attention, she pulled out her phone to see her photographer friend calling. Although confused as to why he would call now since they’d finish a shoot together not too long ago, she began answering the phone.

“Hey Yoongi” “Hey Y/N, how does my favorite feel about doing a shoot in Italy?” “Italy? Seriously?” “Yes Y/N, seriously. It’s a couples’ photoshoot with a lot of action pictures. What do you say?” “That’s great but sorry Yoongi, I’m not taking up any more assignments. I only did the Paris one to pay for med school. Thanks anyway” “Ah no problem Y/N, I guess I better find someone else”

They ended their goodbyes a gushing wind swept by catching the silky scarf in its path causing it to fall away from Y/N’s bag.

The scarf flew until it hit someone’s face causing them to bump into the person they were walking in front of.

“Watch where you’re going asshole” “Dude chill, it wasn’t my fucking fault” “It fucking was” The brawl continued between the two men causing Y/N to stop and see what the fuss was about.

Seeing one man holding the collar of the other man threateningly, she laid her eyes upon a greenish grey silk scarf that was tossed beside them.

To confirm her suspicions, she looked down to see her scarf missing. Yet another incident caused by a gift from her beloved aunt.

Spinning around she decided to leave the scarf as is knowing that it could have caused much more trouble than it did.

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“Have you guys seen Dr. Jung anywhere?” Y/N spoke as she carried on looking through the roster for her name but like previously, it was nowhere to be found.

She felt someone link arms with her own, looking up to notice her friend of the bubbliest personality next to her.

“Speak of the devil” she spoke as the smile on his face grew, “and the devil appears” he spoke leading them back to the office they had been given when attending the hospital.

“Congrats Hobi, you made it on the list” She spoke hugging the male, the only male she’d ever consider keeping in her life, only because he swung for the opposite gender.

“And you will too Y/N, you just have my surgery left to assist” He pulled back to see the smile painted on Y/N’s face. They had been working for their life-long dream jobs for so long and after many years it seems they are finally coming through.

“Paging Dr. Hoseok Jung to Room 302, Hoseok Jung to Room 302” His pager went off signalling where his patient would be.

“Gosh Y/N I’m so nervous” “Don’t be Hobi, you’ll do great” “Come with me to see the patient?” “Anything for you Hoseok”

Both students made their way to room 302 through the busy hospital hallways. The hospital they had been training at for years was always the busiest due it being one of the biggest hospitals in LA, the most famous people were usually sent here for convenience.

Y/N recognises the sound his voice, it’s the voice she had heard earlier that day.

“Can’t you people see how badly injured I am? I refuse to wait this long” the voice of the said patient had been the guy that had the first punch thrown at when Y/N had turned to see the ruckuses her scarf had caused.

“Don’t worry, local anesthesia will be given to you shortly and you will soon be shifted to the operating theatre” Hoseok spoke, his voice calming Y/N but clearly not the patient. In other words, anesthesia can be used as more than a numbing solution.

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Jungkook approaches the glass doors of the mansion-like apartment, his head hanging low not even noticing the girl running out in a towel that he had bumped into.

“Miss, you forgot your clothes” Taehyung came behind her letting her rush out of the area with her tear-stained face.

“Yah! Jungkook! It’s been a week since we saw you. Want some breakfast?” By the apron adorning the elder’s body, it seems that he must have been preparing breakfast himself and the girl had something to do with Jimin.

Jungkook didn’t have the energy to give the explanation of his shitty attire twice so he decided to ignore Taehyung, not that Tae would have minded, and let it out with the eldest hyung.

“What happened to her?” Jungkook approached the table on the balcony, “Who?” Jimin asked not fazing from his breakfast.

“You know, the one that just left? What did she do?” Jungkook rephrased his question, “At the party, she seemed so sweet and bubbly, just like the ones you keep around for longer. What did she do?” Taehyung asked as he approached the table with slightly overcook scrambled eggs, at least he’s improving.

“Are you kidding me? Like ones I’d keep for longer? Have you not heard her speak?” Taehyung seemed a bit taken aback by the outburst, there are only a few things that could make Jimin burst like that and may the girl had struck the nerve.

“Everything for her was about love and the future. Her future, our future, if we’d fallen in love. Who the hell even believes in love” Jimin saw how Jungkook avoided eye contact after he’d spoke.

“Then again, who am I speaking in front of? Someone who thinks they’ve ‘fallen in love’” Jimin’s voice began to irritate Jungkook, not because he was right but because his future might actually be at risk.

Taehyung noticed the sadness on younger’s face, how the brightness of his doe eyes fell dim. He combed his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, ruffling it slightly.

Taehyung did believe Jungkook had made a mistake, getting married so young but then again, he believed in love and maybe their little Kookie had found love after all.

“How is the Mrs Jeon by the way? How many times did you get to bang her after the reception” Jungkook sighed upon Jimin’s words, that stupid bet was all to blame.

“I haven’t touched her once” “You’re fucking joking right?” Jungkook shook his head no with a child-like aura, though he wishes that he was wrong. “It was that bitch Y/N wasn’t it?” Jimin spoke spiteful of her, despite how attractive she is.

“She made Hana make a fucking bet on our marriage that if I do love her then I can wait another few months without having sex with her and according to Y/N I don’t love Hana at all so of course, I’d want to have sex” Jungkook burst remembering the torturous week he’s had.

“And now my Victoria Secret’s Angle of a wife thinks that we must beat Y/N” Finally Jungkook was able to let out his frustrations, from the teasing touches to the delicious dreams of her that she wouldn’t let come true, it hasn’t been exactly easy to keep this bet.

“That little bitch, can’t get any herself so she plans to ruin the mood of everyone else,” Jimin said, his cutlery not scraping the plate due to his harsh use, “but how do you know she doesn’t have sex Jimin?”

Jimin smirked at the thought, “I know these kinds of girls very well Tae, they look hot but they ain’t shit”

“Don’t worry Kook, I know exactly how Hana can get over this stupid bet” Jimin said with confidence, he whispered something to Taehyung without Jungkook noticing. A simple and fool-proof plan.

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“This is such a stupid plan” Jungkook states as he pulls and tugs at the fake bandages wrapped around his forehead, perks of an actor as a best friend.

“Just shut up and go with it” Taehyung’s voices to Jungkook as Jimin leads him to the door threshold.

“What happened to him?” Hana yelps as she hurries herself over to Jungkook, cradling his face as if it were a child.

“Well Hana, long story short. Jungkook here got in an accident and now has amnesia” Jimin explained as he sat Jungkook down on a nearby couch. By the looks of it, his plan seems to be working.

“Amnesia? Does that mean he doesn’t remember me?” Hana panicked maintaining eye contact with Jungkook seeing if there were any signs of him remembering their past.

“I’m afraid not, but he can. All you have to do is keep him as close as possible to you, make him remember what it was like when you both fell in love, make him remember all the intimate moments you've had together” Taehyung pulled out all his acting skills to make it as convincible as possible.

Jungkook though hadn’t spoken a word, on one hand, this could actually work and he would just play off the amnesia just like Tae had taught him or this could all go horribly wrong and he’d be back to square one.

Jimin cleared his throat letting Tae and Jungkook know the plan had succeeded. “Why don’t you start catching him up on everything, we’ll just make our way out” Jimin spoke before hurrying Taehyung towards the door only to bump into the one and only. Y/N.

“Why are you two here? And what the fuck happened to him?” Y/N questioned examining the bandages on Jungkook, it was clearly fake and done by an amateur.

“He uh… Got in an accident and um… Has uh… Am... Amenorrhoea?” Taehyung stuttered clearly frightened by Y/N’s presence, “Amnesia, he has fucking amnesia okay? We should leave him to rest” Jimin states trying to hurry Tae and Y/N out but Y/N was quick to slap his hand away.

“Oh, Amnesia? Which type?” Y/N questions catching their lie in its tracks, “Um… the one where you can’t remember stuff” Taehyung tries but to no avail.

“Bloody fakes, willing to do anything to get what you want” Y/N stated eyeing each of the three as they admit to their defeat.

“You’re all the same, lying little fuckboys” Y/N speaks only to be confronted with the space between Jimin and herself being closed.

The tension was thick, you would’ve been able to hear a pin if it dropped. Jimin’s heated breath not only flustering her but attracting her curiosity, what would his plump lips actually feel like?

However, all thoughts escape her as soon as he speaks. “Do you really want to know what fuckboys are like?” he tempted inching closer to Y/N.

“I did not come here to be insulted like this Hana” Y/N speaks before storming out, leaving a tempered yet slightly aroused Jimin behind with his friends who were too afraid to speak.

“No Y/N don’t leave” Hana yelled out leaving Jungkook’s side but it was too late, Y/N had already climbed into her car and speed away.

“She was right about you all along” Hana exclaimed before running back inside the house.

“Forget about her Kook, we have other things to do”

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storytimewithsapphire · 6 years

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Accomplishments

Jeon Jungkook || Sentence Drabble || 495 Words

“Let’s talk accomplishments” @thewritershelpers

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Jungkook paced back and forth down the seemingly never-ending hallway, it had been a while since he’d done any interviews let alone one without the rest of his members.

You were tidying up your room after the mess Jungkook had made getting ready, his pacing seemed to halt when sensing your presence.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer” your voice surprised him when you spoke without turning around to notice him, “I was just… getting my mind off things and you seem to be the perfect distraction” his light steps when unheard of to you as he stepped into the room causing you to nearly bumping into him when you turned around if he had not caught you.

“Shouldn’t you like practice your answers for the interview or something?” you asked him, you felt how his grip tightened around your shoulders.

You placed your hands on his forearms dragging him back towards the bed, once seated you grabbed your phone from the bedside table and held it in your hand as if it was a mic.

“So Jungkook, how are preparations for your group’s latest comeback going?” he seemed confused at your professional tone of voice but complied anyway giving you a formal answer as if he were in a real interview.

Sooner the atmosphere became more relaxed as did Jungkook as he gave the answers freely and wisely.

“So let's talk accomplishments? What have you accomplished in your personal life?” It was one of the more personal questions but he was sure to get it, he might as well practice how to answer it beforehand.

“Hm… accomplishments…” he trailed off gazing into the ceiling.

“Well there was this girl, I met her in middle school, she was quite rude to me only because she hated the fact I was more popular than her” he chuckled as you playfully shoved his shoulder at his memory of how you first met.

“Then it would be…” he took the phone out of your hand before taking your hands up to his lips pressing a gentle kiss to them, “when I asked her out, it was small date since I didn’t have time for things like that, we went for ice cream but her one ended up falling on the ground so we shared mine”

The warmth of one of his hands left yours only to be placed your cheek pulling you closer, “another is when we made love for the first time, soft kisses, gentle touches, nothing ever felt so intimate”

You know by now that he wasn’t answering interview questions anymore. He pulled you in, a soft kiss left on your lips just like that night.

“But the biggest accomplishment” your eyes connected seeing every emotion the other was feeling, “was when I married her and she became Mrs Jeon”

You could see the smile on his face getting bigger by the second. “I love you Y/N”.

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storytimewithsapphire · 6 years

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Love is Ludicrous 002

Jimin ft. Jungkook and Taehyung || Fuckboy! Maknae Line || 2912 Words

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Many guests approach the park with high hopes of seeing the newest married couple, the park decorated with many kinds of flowers bringing a happy and peaceful atmosphere but it was far from peaceful.

Jungkook had just finished greeting the last of his guests that had congratulated him on his newly wedded life, don't get him wrong he was ecstatic that he was finally able to be with Hana but with his hyung and his wife’s best friend at each other’s throats he could do anything but relax.

He began to walk back to the main table where his and Hana’s most important guests sat, he hauled to a stop when he noticed the glares being sent from each end of the table.

On one end sat Jimin with Taehyung, a plastic knife being twirled along his fingers as if he was ready to stab, on the other end of the table was Y/N sitting with Hana, her empty wine glass being tapped rapidly against the table. Who knew that anger mixed with sexual tension could be so dangerous looking.

Shaking his head, Jungkook made his way over to Jimin to pluck the potentially dangerous item out of his lethal grasp before taking a seat next to him, Jimin, however, continued to stare down Y/N without a word.

“Hyung, what are you doing? It's a party, relax” Jungkook tried to persuade Jimin but he wasn’t budging, “My dear Kookie, I've taught you many things in life, one of which include that women are only good for two things and I’m damn sure you know what they are” Jimin stated as he eyed the girl next to him which Taehyung had been feeling up.

“I know hyung but trust me, I love her and I'd do anything for her even if that means waiting” Jimin choked in his drink upon hearing Jungkook, “So you mean to tell me that in the three years of being with her, no once have had se-” Jungkook held his palm against mouth the proceeded to look around to see if anyone had heard them.

“Everything will happen, hyung. We’re married now, nothing can stop us” Jungkook stated releasing Jimin who went to grab a filled wine glass that had been sitting in the corner of the table completely untouched.

“Here drink this, I mixed in a little something extra to get your day and night going” Jimin handed Jungkook the drink with a wink. Jungkook knew that something was up and with a quick sniff of the drink he knew exactly what.

“You mixed in that stupid weed, didn't you? Thanks but no thanks” Jungkook stated before handing Jimin the drink back, “But this will help you go at it all night, you know that Kook” Jimin tried to move the drink back towards Jungkook only to have it rejected once more before Jungkook sat there without another word.

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Hana and Y/N continued to talk in hushed whispers even after it seemed that the conversation on the other end of the table had died down. “Love doesn’t exist Hana. All men are interested in one thing and one thing only” Hana stared at Y/N’s face confused about what she had meant, it wasn’t until Y/N raked her eyes over Hana’s body with raised eyebrows that Hana realised what she had meant.

Hana released a gasp at her sudden thought but was quick to prove Y/N wrong, “Please Y/N, Jungkook would never do that, he married me because he loves me. He hasn’t even done anything till this day because he knew I wanted to wait” Hana spoke facing Y/N but her eyes seemed to drift off towards Jungkook’s, in that split moment Y/N and Jimin had managed to make eye contact once again resulting in more glares being sent and received.

“It’s all part of his plan, Hana, he couldn’t get to you beforehand so now that you two are married there’s nothing stopping him. He only used marriage as a way to have sex with you, to him it’s all about sex and I can prove it” Y/N knew that statement was cruel but it had to be said, she couldn’t let her best friend hold a hope for love when sex was all people like Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung craved.

“Prove it? How?” Hana questioned Y/N knowing that her love was true for Jungkook no matter what Y/N’s thoughts were on marriage, “Don’t have sex with him, if he can last around three more months without having sex with you then that means he does love you and if he can’t then that proves I’m right” Hana considered Y/N’s deal, it would prove that Jungkook truly love her and it might even change Y/N’s perspective on marriage.

“Do we have a deal?” “Deal” Hana replied glancing over at her husband, she knew he could do it, they had to prove Y/N wrong.

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Jungkook stayed quiet for the most part as he watches Hana interact with Y/N, it’s all he could do since Y/N hadn’t left his wife’s side since the reception began.

“Would you stop drooling and just go make out with her already?” Jimin question Jungkook but he knew that Jimin wouldn’t understand what he was going through, the butterflies that erupted in his chest when he saw her beautiful smile, the racing of his heart when they were inches away from each other, it had been three years but he still felt like that every single time he saw her.

“It’s love hyung, you wouldn’t understand” Jungkook sighed at the thought, his hyungs never believed in love, heck he didn’t until met Hana. “Listen Jungkook, love isn’t real, it makes you crazy because you think it’s real, it bounds you down to one person for the rest of your life, love is ridiculous, it's ludicrous”

Jungkook stared at him confused. If he’s stating that love isn’t real then what were all these things he felt when he was around Hana. Jimin saw the look upon Jungkook’s face, it was a rare occasion when he had that look. “Didn’t understand did you?” Jungkook shook his head no, “Come, I’ll explain more” and with that, they left the table to walk around the outdoor area.

Taehyung noticed Jimin and Jungkook leaving together, he didn’t mind though as he was too absorbed in the flirtatious women around him, however, he did pay attention to the drink they had left untouched. “Hey you forgot your-!” there was no point since they had already gotten so far away that they couldn’t hear.

Taehyung shrugged at the thought of a wasted drink and decided to sip it generally, he didn’t plan on getting drunk this quickly. If only he knew of the special herbal weed mixed into that same glass.

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Taehyung caught up with Jimin and Jungkook a bit later when their conversation had seemed to die down, “You seem like you need a drink” Taehyung said to Jungkook pushing his unfinished drink towards him but Jungkook denied it as he searched the crowd for Hana yet she was nowhere to be found.

“If he’s not gonna have it, might as well” Jimin spoke up before taking the drink from Taehyung’s hand and taking a sip from the half-empty glass. “I’m gonna go dance, those asses won’t get tap themselves” Taehyung states before strolling his way to the three women calling him their way.

Now that Jimin thinks about it, this wine does taste a bit weird but seems familiar, ‘maybe it’s more aged that’s way’-he never liked drinking wine anyway, it had always seemed to leave a strange aftertaste.

Jimin looks over to Jungkook who was still nervously searching for his wife, he sighed and shoved the drink into the younger’s hands. “Get something in your system, it’ll calm your nerves and then you’ll be able to have some fun at your own reception with your own wife, sounds good?” The younger man agreed with Jimin somehow and downed the rest of the wine before setting out to physically find his wife.

Jimin sighs at how he let his youngest friend get absorbed into this stupid little thing called love but the small sadness was overcome by the sudden rush of blood throughout his entire body, he scans the crowd before spotting a table full of ladies for his next prey.

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“You made a bet about our sex life?” Jungkook questioned Hana with a smirking Y/N by her side, “Yes I did and we are going to prove Y/N that she’s wrong about you right, baby?” There wasn’t much Jungkook could say after that so with his head hung low he nodded only to receive a jumping hug from Hana which made him smile.

However, it didn’t seem like the happiness would last long as Jungkook felt a sudden of blood flow throughout his body especially to his nether regions. He pulled away from Hana before she could feel the semi-boner he was getting from just hugging her.

“How about we got dance yeah?” Jungkook pulled Hana to the dance floor like area before she could give a simple nod of assurance, he reminded himself to keep a safe distance from her and keep his hands above her waist as long as he doesn’t want to pop a full-on boner in front of his friends and family.

Luck, however, wasn’t on his side as Hana began to pull wanting to dance closer as it seemed the dance floor was beginning to get more crowded. It wasn’t until Hana was shoved onto Jungkook that she realised why he was keeping his distance.

Hana's eyes went from shock to disappointment in seconds, “Really Jungkook? After what I just told you? Maybe Y/N was right, all you people can think about is sex” she spoke before storming off to find Y/N.

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Taehyung had surrounded himself with most of Hana’s girlfriends that she had invited to the reception, some he had wrapped his arms around while others grind themselves into him. Everyone had practically moved off the dance floor just to provide them with enough space which left some of the elder guests shocked.

The music had gone from a soft melody to EDM which provided the perfect beat for Taehyung to grind his hard-on against some of the girls to gain some relief.

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Just a few tables away sat Jimin making out with the rest of the female guests that weren’t with Taehyung. Once a few of the girls had successfully removed Jimin’s jacket, the began chanting ‘Strip’ together. Jimin hadn't been drunk enough to go completely naked but he had enough drinks in his system to not realise where he was and start stripping, the weed induced drink didn’t help as it left him with a tent in his pants.

It began with folding up the sleeves of his long white button up, moving his hips in time with the beat, being a previous dance student had helped him in cases like this. From time to time hip thrusts were being sent in different directions as he climbed on top of the table with women cheering their glasses of champagne and wine to him.

Buttons of his shirt were being undone as it sent the girls swooning over him. Through his tipsy thoughts, he wishes that there was a certain someone who was watching the show.

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“Hana that’s not what this is about” Jungkook pleaded with Hana but she was more than upset, the fact that Jungkook had not only heard about the deal and broken was one thing but the fact that Y/N might be right about him and his friends made the situation even worse.

Jungkook began to grow tired of her not wanting to listen but his dick had other ideas, wanting to stay hard through the entirety of the heated conversation.

“How am I supposed to believe you when you’re still hard?” Hana questioned Jungkook, Jungkook couldn’t do much but bit his lower lip not realising that he was giving Hana his famous puppy eyes which made any girl or guy fall for him.

“You can’t let me mad at you can you?” Hana questioned Jungkook wrapping her arms around Jungkook leaning in for a hug until they were interrupted by Y/N tapping on Hana’s shoulder.

“What Y/N?” Hana asked annoyed but all Y/N had to do was point a finger to the catastrophe their wedding reception had turned into.

Taehyung had caused all the other guests to move off the dance floor as he grinds himself into multiple girls at once, Jimin was now shirtless and pantless strip-dancing to the hollers of the girls surrounding him while all the elder guests, including Hana’s parents, stood back to watch their behaviour.

Jungkook saw the appalled expression Hana’s parents were giving his friends and him, ‘Maybe a peace offering would help’ he thought to himself, he saw Hana rush to the aid of her horrified parents as Jungkook rushed to get some food including the delicious red icing filled cake.

Once he grabbed the food filled plate he made his way to Hana’s mother who seemed to be gossiping with Hana as she herself tried to explain what a mess this had become.

“Don’t worry mum, things just went a bit wild. We’ll get it sorted in a second” Hana consulted her mother but she just shook her head at the vulgar behaviour of the other two boys.

“Hey Mrs Yoo, don’t worry about them, here have some cake” Jungkook began to shove the cake towards her but she not-so-kindly shoved it back. Jungkook, at this point, was practically pleading with Hana’s mum but that was before Taehyung approached Jungkook swaying slightly before he leached himself onto his arm.

“Kookie! Let’s go dance, there are so many hot girls here it's like it's a dream” Taehyung spoke before turning back and eyeing a couple of them, “Let go Hyung, can’t you see I’m busy with my wife and my lovely mother-in-law?” Jungkook expressed certain words hoping Taehyung would get the picture but with Jungkook’s luck, he didn’t listen to a word.

“Come on Kook” Tae whines trying to drag Jungkook away from his spot but the younger man wasn’t budging, “Go away Tae” Jungkook responded back trying to pry his arm away from Taehyung, coincidently the arm that held the plate of cake.

It was like a tug-of-war began with Jungkook’s arm, Taehyung having no chance against him but still putting up a good fight. “Come on Tae, let go” Jungkook harshly pulled at his arm again, “Okay, suit yourself” Taehyung stated before letting go of Jungkook’s arm.

Jungkook had not expected Tae to let go of his arm like that, it was unexpected, to say the least. Jungkook had tugged his arm with such force that it caused the plate of cake to be thrown out his hand hitting his beautiful bride and her pure white reception dress.

Hana peeled the plate away to reveal her cake covered face, her makeup had now been completely ruined, her white dress stained in red icing, what could possibly make this worse? Jimin was still strip-teasing on top of a table throughout the chaos.

Loud chatter began amongst the frozen crowd all while Jimin continued dancing, Taehyung was still grinding on someone and Jungkook apologised with a semi-boner.

Y/N smirked among them as her plan to expose them happened on its own without any input from her herself.

She grabbed a nearby champagne glass and began to repeatedly tap a fork against it to gain every guests’ attention with its chimes, even those who were partially naked.

She walked her way to Hana repeating her actions until the chatter had stopped and she was standing next to a literal, cake-faced Hana.

“I’d like to thank the groom, Jungkook, and his best friends, Jimin and Taehyung, for showing us all that I had been trying to tell Hana” Her tone was teasing, knowing it’d get under their skin.

“You see Hana, if you marry a playboy like him” Y/N point her utensil towards Jungkook, “Then situations like this, will just be daily things in your life” She gestured towards Taehyung holding several girls against his crotch and Jimin in his underwear with a tie around his neck as the only other item of clothing on him.

Y/N smirked as she turned towards Jungkook who was looking apologetic, upset and pissed off all at the same time.

“By the way, congrats Jungkook” Y/N spoke before she made her way out of the park leaving them to their shame with a smirk planted firmly on her face.

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You should’ve said yes

Optional || Sentence Drabble || 231 Words

“You get to go back in time to tell yourself one sentence?” @thewritershelpers

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'You should have said yes' you thought as you looked at your reflection in the mirror, nothing but sorrow in your eyes as you curse yourself for your mistakes.

'You should have said yes' you straighten out your gown after so many fittings it finally seemed to fit right but you wished it hadn’t then at least you wouldn’t have to be here then.

'You should have said yes' the aisle seems longer than it was during practice, maybe it’s all the teary-eyed people staring at the girl entering after you that makes it so suffocating.

'You should have said yes' you lead the girls to the side, you stood right next to her, you looked nothing compared to her yet at one point he wanted you and not her.

'You should have said yes' “Do you take her to be your wife?” “I do”

'You should have said yes' “Do you take him to be your husband?” “I do”

'You should have said yes' “You are now husband and wife”

'You should have said yes' Cheers erupt throughout the church but he still seems to notice you suffering.

'You should have said yes' he leans past her and asks you if you’re okay in a whisper.

Your gaze interlocks with his as you say the only thing you can say.

“I should have said yes”

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Love is Ludicrous 001

Jimin ft. Jungkook and Taehyung || Fuckboy! Maknae Line || 1963 Words

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Music thumps in the eardrums of those using the excuse of dancing to grind upon random people and of those random people was infamous playboy Park Jimin.

It was normal to see Jimin grinding upon one girl with another in his arms while another is getting him a drink, it was a usual routine for people like him.

His two playboy friends, Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook, were always surrounding him but one didn’t seem present at the hottest club in LA where they had occupied themselves in with a couple small drinks, the youngest had never arrived.

Jimin knew Jungkook had gotten himself stuck in a trap, one of which many women have tried to set up for him but have failed miserably, it was ridiculous how a playboy like himself could have been could have fallen for someone, how could he actually love someone?

Love, it didn’t exist in the mind of Jimin and those who he chose to surround himself with but Jungkook had seemed to slip from his grasp, it is a real shame that something like young stupidity could be mistaken for young love.

The black haired gir returned with his drink, sending her away with a wink and a quick ‘thanks, babe’ he took the drink from her to reinterest himself in the dusty pink haired one that was kissing up his neck and the blonde who was drunkenly grinding herself into him.

He felt multiple vibrations in the back pocket of his skinny jeans and frankly, they began to feel better than the mediocre grinding his was receiving. He unwinded himself from the pink haired girl and lightly pushed the blonde away to check the multiple notifications left on his phone.

(2) Missed calls from Jeon Boy (4) Missed calls from Tae Town

From: Tae Town Where the hell are you??? Received at 11:34pm Why aren’t you picking up?? Received at 11:37pm You’re already fucking someone, aren’t you? Received at 11:40pm Answer the fucking phone! Jeon is about to get hitched! Received at 11:42pm

From: Jeon Boy I know what you’re gonna say Hyung but I don’t care anymore Received at 10:51pm There is only one thing left to do Since we love each other so much And you know that Hyung Received at 10:53pm I hope you can make it Sorry Hyung Received at 11:01pm

He stared at his messages in confusion, the little alcohol he consumed slowed down his ability to process this new information. ‘Jeon is about to get hitched’ Jungkook is about to get hitched, Jeon Jungkook is going to get fucking married.

With much fury, he called Taehyung as he made his way to the outside of the club, Tae was on sober duty tonight so he was driving.

“Tae! where the hell are you? And what do you mean Jungkook’s getting hitched?” “It’s true Jimin! When you didn’t answer he called me right in the middle of my lap dance from this smokin’ hot girl. He told me that it was only right for them to get married since it was the only thing left to do” “Has Jeon gone insane? Love ain’t shit!” “Then get your shit and make him realise that”

With that Jimin told him where he was and together they headed off to the only chapel that would open this late, the only chapel that would allow such a mistake to happen at this time of the night.

Jimin jumped out the door before Taehyung even had the opportunity to put the car in park, he was more than determined to stop this.

He kicked open the doors with the sudden force of three angry men, “Stop! Stop the wedding! Stop everything!” Jimin’s outburst didn’t startle the couple that stood at the altar in club-like clothing, however, it did make the poor groom hang his head in shame for his older friend’s behaviour.

Jimin marched down the aisle with Tae finally following closely behind, Jimin took Jungkook by his shoulders while shaking him vigorously like his words following would be understood better that way.

“Why Jungkook? Why would you do this to yourself? You’re too young for this” “But Jimin hyung, I love her, I truly do”

Jimin didn’t understand what was so special about this girl that Jungkook had been seeing for longer than he should have been.

“Do you know what love is? Love is shit. It ties you down, restricts your freedom, she’ll give you no freedom. That’s the only thing getting married will get you” Jimin spoke harshly as he eyed the girl stood next to Jungkook, she was quite tall but still appeared small in front of Jungkook even with her stripper-like heels. What was her name again? ‘Isn’t this that Claire girl I hooked him up with a couple months ago?’.

“But hyung Hana isn’t like that, I’ve known and been with her for 3 years now”

‘Hana, so that’s her name’. “3 years? You’ve been hooked with her for 3 years?” Jimin questioned Jungkook surprised that he missed such a big piece of information.

“Yeah hyung, 3 years. I know I’m only 22 and that seems too young to be married but I do know that what I have with her is love and it’s true love, I wouldn’t change it for anything” Jungkook had the most sincere voice Jimin had ever heard, he really had fallen hard for her.

Jimin let got of Jungkook to look between him and the girl, she was on the verge of leaving but the iron like grip that Jungkook had on her was enough to show how much he really wanted her to stay.

Jimin turned to look at Tae behind him seeing as he’d let a few loose tears slips at Jungkook’s confession, he sighed in the realisation that he really wouldn’t be able to talk Jungkook out of this.

“Look I’m not saying I’m happy about this but if that’s what makes you happy then let’s do it” Jimin had never seen a bigger smile appear on Jungkook’s face as it did now.

“Yah Mister Preist, do your thing” he spoke to the priest before stepping away for the ritual to continue.

“Do you Jungkook Jeon take Hana Yoo as your lawfully wedded wife?” “I do” “And do you Hana Yoo take Jungkook Jeon as your lawfully wedded husband?” “I do” “It is at this time that I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride”

Jimin and Taehyung stood there clapping as Jungkook leant closer to Hana, their lips merely inches away before another slam of the chapel doors was heard.

Hana looked up at door to see who had interrupted them once more only to hid behind Jungkook as the girl approached.

“Oh Shit, Y/N” Hana spoke causing all attention to turn towards you.

Jimin let out a small gasp of your name as he eyed you head to toe, from the skin tight dress you had on, to each of the curves they let out, you were damn attractive.

“Hana what the hell do you think you’re doing?” “I was getting married Y/N” “Are you mad? Why would you want to ruin your life like that? Your image, your career, it’s all down the drain from here” “I’m not ruining anything, Victoria Secret’s Angels are allowed to get married”

Jimin and Taehyung’s eyes popped out at the statement, ‘No wonder she got a body like that’ Jimin thought to himself.

“Yes they are but as far as I know you, you’ll be pregnant soon enough and then.. kids? Victoria Secret models don’t have little toddlers running around Hana” You stated but you plan failed as Hana squealed gripping Jungkook’s arm, “Kids? We love kids” Hana stated, ‘Seems like a bit of an airhead’ Jimin thought to himself knowing it'd be rude to say it out loud.

“Fine, get married, have kids but of all people, you had to get married to... him?” You rudely stated judging Jungkook for all he had showing was gave off clear fuckboy vibes.

“Hey!” All three boys yelled at once causing you to step back to look at all of them, ‘typical, even his friends look like him’ you thought.

“All I’m saying is that you could have gotten a doctor, a lawyer, someone hot and intelligent, why’d you go for a playboy with barely any brains?” You stated truly concerned about your friend, as rude as it may seem it was all true.

“Wait a minute” Jimin stated pushing Jungkook back so he would not be the aim of your rudeness.

“Excuse me, what did you say about intelligence?” Jimin stood slightly towering you as your height, even with heels, still fell short.

“It’s true, why should she go for some college frat boy wearing jeans with more holes than the ones in his IQ?” You expressed your anger eyeing him up, whoever he was he sure was good looking but you had no time to think about anything like that.

“Are you here to break up their marriage or degrade us?” Jimin questioned her, his temper was starting to get the better of him, his sexual frustration was helping either.

“Maybe a bit of both” “Who are you to call us out? Bet if someone fucked you right then you wouldn’t have this stupid attitude” Jimin wasn’t in the mood for games, Tae and Jungkook both knew there was no going back from this.

“Of course! The only thing you fuckers could think of is sex. I’m telling you, Hana, this is all he’ll want from you” “Listen here you uptight little bitch, I know how to shut you up so it’d be best if you stay out of the fucking way and let them do what they want” It was as if there could be visible smoke coming out of both of their ears, they had hardly met yet Jimin and Y/N knew they could hardly stand each other.

With faces only inches apart, it was surprising they had not started clawing at each other with fury. “Oh is that so? Why should I shut up? You have no right to tell me what to do. I’ll talk if I want to, I’ll say whatever I want to say, You can’t stop m-” Y/N’s yelling rant was cut short as Jimin used hand to push her neck forward, the impact caused Y/N’s lips to push against Jimin’s in a rushed kiss.

Everyone’s jaw dropped at the sight, all except Jungkook who still managed to speak, “Wait, we’re getting married, why are they kissing?”

Realisation hit Y/N as she pushed Jimin away by the chest, feeling the firmness of his body under the thin clothing. “Damn baby you’ve got some soft lips” Jimin stated back in his playboy attitude as he ran his thumb across his bottom lip.

Y/N stood back in shock at Jimin’s behaviour, one moment he’s yelling at her and next he chooses to kiss her but of course that’s all guys like him wanted to do.

“Fuckboy” Y/N stated before turning and walking to the exit “Bitch” Jimin called out just before she could leave before turning away and leaving himself with Taehyung following closely behind.

Hana frowned as she looked up at Jungkook who gave her a small smirk, “So can we kiss now or what?”

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Stranger, Stranger

Min Yoongi || Sentence Drabble || 1302 Words

“Pick a stranger and pick apart their life” @thewritershelpers

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Shapes of people and houses passed me as I watched the streets with much attention just to avoid talking to anyone on the transport.

It was a small town, everyone knew each other and their mothers here. You were bound to make conversation with someone on this bus who knew you, your parents, your grandparents, heck even your pet.

I had to get through the hour-long trip somehow so you chose to look at the dark nothingness outside rather than the people inside.

It was the same routine every day, get ready, head to work in an hour-long train with people you know, work, head home in an hour-long train with people you know. Same people, same stops, same routine.

An unexpected stop, however, caught me out of staring at the blank pace surrounding the speeding train. It was an unfamiliar stop, no one ever got off or on at it. I wasn’t the only one to be confused when the doors remained open for longer than usual.

The train continued its trip down my usual routine, I had about 20 minutes to go. Scanning crowd to see if anyone had left but everyone was accounted for, except for the bright blond seated directly in the front who I seemed to miss. Who was he?

Surely I’d never seen him before and by the unapproving looks on some of the elder passenger’s faces, they hadn’t seen him before either.

Studying his attire I notice how tired he seemed, if not for the drooping shoulders that gave it away then the constant dropping of the head that indicated he was defiantly sleep deprived in his current state. His headphones seemed to be attached and have been playing music but they hung around his neck rather on his head. The dark roots he was spotting denote that he was not a natural blond but a brunette only if he still had the dark hair, it would compliment the paleness you could see on his neck his neck.

Picking him apart without seeing his facing seemed kind of strange, I couldn’t make any sort of real judgement on him without seeing the front of him.

Watching him instead of cars was more interesting, there was always something new to notice on the backside for his upper half that was visible. I watched and watched until he came to the realisation that he missed his stop because he dozed off, one away from yours, he rushed to press the button to open the doors again just as the train was about to leave.

Who was he?

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The next time I saw him, his hair was a grey colour, I couldn’t even recognise him if it weren’t for the same headphones he had hung around his neck.

He was facing towards the back this time, where I sat, looking at the mass of singular empty seats.

I saw his face this time, it was just as pale as his neck. An assumption that his face would have softer features to match the paleness of his body was proven wrong, not that he features weren’t considered soft as he tried to blink away the sleep from his eyes but he had a more neutral and manly face than I would have imagined him having.

An elderly woman, Mrs Jamerson who used to bake cookies for me before her husband died and she moved away, had arrived at her stop. Just as she was about to exit the grey-haired man called out to her, handing her her coat that she had left in her seat. How kind of him.

She thanked him while he responded with a small nod then tried to make it to her seat before the bus started moving again.

Placing his bag on the floor, he curled up in the double seat forgetting, or for better understanding, not caring, that he was about to fall asleep on a public transport.

From what I could see, he seemed to curl himself so much that you only see a ball of clothing with a grey head.

Noticing his stop approaching I pushed his shoulders slightly, letting him wake himself up right before he had to get off. He jolted up a few seconds later as if on instinct that he stop was here, he grabbed his items and left, leaving me to wonder.

Who was he?

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I saw him almost every day since then, he would wait for a double empty seat before curling into a ball and fall asleep, I would shake him awake slightly just enough so he wouldn’t miss his stop but not enough that he’d know I was the one to him up. This was your new routine.

The grey in his hair was fading turning blond again, I wondered if he would dye it again, maybe a different colour? I secretly hoped that he would go back to his natural root colour or something along the lines.

I wanted to see if he’d done anything to his hair, maybe changed his headphones like he did every once in a while but nothing, he didn’t catch the train that day.

The train zoomed past the stop he would catch it from, maybe he was running late today?

Sighing I paid attention to the cars again, I didn’t have my stranger to look at.

The next day was the same routine, he didn’t show up, or the next day or the next. Where did he go?

Shapes of people and houses passed you as you watched the streets, it had been a month or two, I got back into my old routine.

Since I ran late I ended up sitting in the front on the seat that had nothing in front of it for wheelchair purposes.

I hadn’t expected the train to move so abruptly causing me slip out of my seat and spill the contents of my open bag. The person who had gotten on was nice enough to not stomp all over my stuff but instead hand me the things I missed, without looking up I say my thanks and head back to my seat.

The person notices there aren’t many seats available so he looks towards me yet I still haven’t looked at him, “Can I sit here?” I finally take a glance at him, it was him, it was the stranger.

I nod letting him have the seat next to me, he placed his partly opened bag in front of him as I did with my, now, closed bag.

When I see he’s not looking towards me I finally take in his appearance, the blond was gone completely now covered with a dark charcoal colour, his skin slightly tanner than before but still remained pale, he seemed as mesmerising as ever.

Knowing I shouldn’t be staring too long for myself to get caught I averted my eyes to the floor of the moving vehicle.

I know I shouldn’t have glanced at the items being revealed in his bag but I couldn’t but find anything else to occupy my vision with, it was either the beautiful stranger or the contents of his bag.

Once glancing you notice something, something that gives you a small amount of hoping in seeing him again.

It was a jacket, it had a company logo on it, ‘iBigHit Entertainment’ it says in orange on the blue coloured material but the name on the label inside is what makes me feel slightly giddy.

A name for my stranger, a man who occupied my attention for several minutes a day until he left only to return today.

The stranger’s name is Min Yoongi.

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