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honeytae · 3 years

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if you’re open for regular requests i’d love to request lil scenarios of the boys learning english alongside their english-speaking s/o! this is totally self-indulgent i’m doing the TEFL program and i’m going to south korea next year to teach :)

first of all, that’s amazing omg!! congratulations my love, i hope you have the best time over there and please don’t be shy in sharing your stories with us!!! i tried to stick to the boys actually learning english with their s/o but i strayed from that with a few members just bc i ran out of ideas lol but i hope you still enjoy!

fair warning....i’ve never ~seriously~ tried to learn korean, so i’m not entirely certain of the parallels between korean and english. i just hope these are wholesome enough to override that lmao

namjoon:

“You know,” Namjoon looked up from his phone, “I understand expanding your vocabulary, but why are there so many weird slang words?”

“Kids these days?” You shrugged, the man chuckling in response before flipping his phone around to show you what had puzzled him.

“If something slaps, that’s...good?” He wondered, watching as you suppressed a smile at the tweet he was showing you.

You could tell by the profile picture that the user was an ARMY, one of the many fan profiles on the platform, and the tweet was written completely in English.

Although there was a ‘Translate to Korean’ option readily available with just a tap of his thumb, you knew Namjoon never missed an opportunity to challenge himself to be able to fully comprehend what a native English speaker was trying to say.

You nearly snorted at the tweet’s content, smiling as you read it out loud.

“The Dis-ease bridge just saved my life. Seriously, this song slaps.”

Glancing at Namjoon, he raised his eyebrows, eagerly waiting for you to translate and explain what that could equate to in Korean.

“It’s definitely a good thing, Joon. They love it.”

At your interpretation, Namjoon grinned, nodding to himself as he pulled his phone back in front of his face to scroll through more reaction tweets to the new album release.

seokjin:

“What the hell is that?”

You picked your head up from your sketchbook when you heard Seokjin whine from beside you, eyebrows knitting together at his distressed tone. Taking a glance over at his laptop screen, you found his mouse bouncing from letter to letter on one of his weekly english lessons.

“What is that, like 15 letters? How do you even use that in a sentence?” He went on, obviously flustered by the word on the screen.

Pulchritudinous.

You placed your hand over his to stop his panicked counting of the letters, causing him to look over at you with a sigh as he frowned.

You nearly giggled at his reaction, but the genuine fear in his eyes made you stifle it as you soothingly held his hands in yours.

“It’s just an over complicated way of saying beautiful. I don’t know why they’re teaching you that, nobody ever uses it.” You assured him, his eyes going down in size a bit at your words before he nodded.

Watching as a smirk tilted his lips, you raised your brows at the sudden expression.

“What?”

“Well like, I could say I’m...that?” He said, eyebrows raised cockily as he gestured to the long word stretched across the screen.

“Well it’s actually not used like,” you paused, giving in with a shrug as you grinned back at him.

“Sure, love.”

yoongi:

“Why did I skip English class all the time?” Yoongi sighed, pinching his bottom lip between his fingers as he plucked at the skin in frustration.

“Because you were trying to be a rebel.” You answered without looking up from your phone, the man obviously not liking your answer as he reached over to where you were laying beside him to pinch at your hip.

Yelping, you scooted across the mattress to get away from his hand, whining his name with a scoff before looking over at his notepad.

“What are you doing, anyway?” You asked, leaning on your palm as you scanned the rows of scribbled English letters written on the page.

“I’m trying to get better at writing.” He admitted shyly, a small grin on his face to match the fond one on your own.

“Aw,” you pouted, Yoongi raising his eyebrows at your tone, “but I like your chicken scratch.”

“You’re such a brat.” He chuckled, adjusting the velcro on his brace with a grunt.

Since Yoongi’s shoulder surgery took away obvious straining activities like dancing and performing, he’d turned to studying English from the comfort of your bed during his recovery as one of the only safe activities he could partake in for a while.

It was now one of his favorite past times, learning new words and phrases he could potentially use in the future. It worked for you both because it took his mind off the pain and kept him motivated, and since you could speak both his and your language, you could help him out whenever he got stuck on something.

Usually he did lessons verbally on his phone, but it seemed today he had taken the old fashioned route.

“Your handwriting really isn’t bad, Yoongs.” You observed, the carefully placed tails at the end of each ‘a’ making you smile out of fondness for the man.

“My man has the prettiest handwriting.” You cooed, pushing a strand of his stark black hair out of his eyes as he blushed down at his notebook.

“Stop that.”

hoseok:

“Hey, babe?” Hoseok called for you, listening to your footsteps growing closer before you popped your head into the kitchen doorway.

“Yeah?”

“I’m having a little trouble.” He gestured to his open laptop on the counter, you recognizing it as an assignment from his English course.

“What happened?”

“Pronouns. Pronouns happened.” He pouted, his disdain for the new chapter quite obvious as he stared down his computer screen.

“What about them?” You asked, stepping closer to the man sitting at the kitchen island and placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“I need to make ten sentences using proper pronouns and I feel like I’m doing it all wrong.” He explained, causing you to hum as you looked over his sentences.

“These look great, Hobi.” You smiled as you glanced over the first three he’d written, flawlessly executed on the document.

“Can you help me with the next one?” He wondered, you nodding your head as you took a seat on the stool next to his.

“What do you want the next one to say?” You asked, watching as he glanced off to the side in thought, slightly squinting his eyes at the tile floor beneath the sink.

“My house is next to,” He spoke in English, pausing as he searched his brain for what pronoun to put next.

“Theys?” He answered as more of a question, then shaking his head as he switched back to Korean, “wait, no.” He sighed, placing his chin in his hand in thought before glancing over to you.

“I know it’s wrong, I just don’t know what the right answer is instead.” He explained, you shooting him a loving smile as you pushed the dark raven hair off his forehead and pressed a kiss to the newly revealed skin.

“I’ll help you, Sunshine. No worries.”

jimin:

Flopping onto the bed, you let your tired body fall on top of Jimin’s hoodie clad chest, his arm encircling your body as he mumbled a soft greeting to you.

“Hm, what are you learning about today?” You nuzzled into his chest, peering at his phone propped up on his thigh.

“Animals. Birds, mostly.” He answered, briefly turning from the screen to press a kiss to your head before focusing back on the row of English words matched with pictures of popular birds glowing from the device.

The first was a robin, the next a blue jay, and then a dove.

You listened as the virtual instructor prompted Jimin to repeat after her, spelling out the letters before stating the whole word. You smiled as your boyfriend followed instruction, pronouncing the words the best he could after the microphone chimed for him to do so.

“D-o-v-e. Dove.”

“Dove.” He repeated, smiling to himself as the app announced he got the point with a little heart.

“That’s cute.” He went back to his native language, you humming in confusion as you lifted your head up off his chest to look at him.

“The heart?” You asked, reaching up to twist a stray strand of hair out of his eye as he shook his head.

“Dove.” He said again, making you tilt your head, not knowing what he meant.

“It sounds like ‘love.’” He connected the two English words, you smiling fondly at him in response before scooting up the bed to kiss the tip of his button nose.

“You’re so cute.”

taehyung:

Three knocks at the door announced someone’s arrival to your bedroom, causing your head to lift from the novel you’d been so immersed in. Taehyung was home, but you’d wanted to give him space because you knew he needed to work on lyrics for his mixtape in order to submit them on time.

“Hey,” he poked his head in with a small smile, “can you help me with something?” He asked sheepishly, stepping further into the room when you nodded.

“Of course. What is it?” You set your book down, marking your place before closing it to pay full attention to your boyfriend.

“Well, I’m trying to write this verse in English and,” he trailed off with a shrug, “you know.” He finished, you nodding in response with a gesture for him to come sit next to you.

He eagerly walked over to you with his notebook in hand, lowering himself to the mattress before rolling his way over to where you were leaning against the headboard.

Honestly, Taehyung’s English wasn’t bad at all. He was insecure about it, but you’d never really understood what the reason for that feeling was. His vocabulary was more than decent, his comprehension was good, and his pronunciation was great for having such a thick accent.

But there were many times where Taehyung came to you for guidance, as you were a native English speaker yourself.

And so, as he rested his head on your shoulder confiding in you about everything he wanted to say and how he wanted to say it, you patiently took him through what would work and rhyme best, smiling as he hummed the melody to himself to see if the phrases would work in his creation.

jungkook:

“Baby, can you read it to me again before we go on? Just one more time.”

You glanced over at your boyfriend in his makeup chair, several employees bustling around the man as they attempted to get him ready to go on stage while they had him seated.

With his arm extended backward to where you stood behind his leather chair, he offered his phone to you while shooting you a grin through the reflection in the mirror.

Taking the device from his hand, you opened it to the notes app where he’d written what he wanted to say in his statement on stage in just a few minutes.

You were in London tonight, which meant that all of the boys had been rehearsing their English so that they could communicate easier with their audience.

Jungkook, ever the over-achiever, was determined to do the toughest English tongue twister he could possibly find. Not only that, but in a British accent for his British ARMY’s.

“Betty bought a bit of better butter to make her bitter butter better.” You read from the phone, barely able to read the sentence yourself before you glanced up at Jungkook through the mirror again.

You watched your boyfriend nod as his brain took in the words you’d just said, taking a deep inhale before he began speaking the phrase back to you.

You gawked as the man effortlessly repeated after you, a few of the makeup artists stopping as well as Jungkook raised his eyebrows back at you.

“Was that okay?”

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kpopbopz · 5 years

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min yoongi | careful what you wish for (angst trigger warning)

!!!trigger/angst warning: attempted suicide and harsh language.

disclaimer: this is a work of FICTION; purely meant for entertainment, all texts are fake and does not reflect the personality of min yoongi or any bts member.

also, if you or someone you love is feeling suicidal or in an abusive relationship, please seek help; I don’t mind talking and giving some advice but understand that I am not always available or a professional. ♥

♡.

You froze in place as you stared down at what you’ve done completely baffled with your suddenly increased capability of clumsiness. You watched as Yoongi’s keyboard malfunctioned and LED lights underneath the keys faded out. You had accidentally spilled a bottle of water all over it and you knew that once Yoongi found out, he would be beyond furious. Namjoon had been a witness to the destruction, surprised he hadn’t caused it himself, but at the same time knowing better not to go near Yoongi’s area of work, and definitely not to bring food or drinks—especially drinks—into the studio in the first place.

“Oh, no. Yoongi will kill me! Namjoon—what am I going to do?” you questioned as the instant feeling of panic was beginning to settle. Quickly you moved to get the napkins from the bag you brought, pressing feverishly down on the keyboard hoping it would revive back to life.

“Don’t worry about it Y/n,” Namjoon interrupted your thoughts, “I’m sure he’ll understand that your intentions were good.” He shrugged it off, still knowing that Yoongi was going to react with badly no matter how this looked. “Just buy him a new one and he should be fine, at least it was you of all people, he’ll have to show some mercy.”

“Okay,” you nodded, still with a distraught look on your face, trying to calculate how much money it would cost and how fast the same version of the keyboard could possibly be delivered to you. “I’ll make it up to him, I swear. Just tell him I’m sorry and that I’ll see him later, and to eat.” With that you left the studio in a hurry; you had to get home to finish up a project assignment for class and to now order a new keyboard for your boyfriend.

It wasn’t until about an hour later while you were just reading up on your research when your phone buzzed; suspecting that it was Yoongi, you read it immediately...

You bit down on your bottom lip, quickly responding in order to try to not escalate the situation more than what it needed to. The only thing you wanted was to help your boyfriend, you wanted him to stay healthy considering the long days and nights he was working in the studio; all you wanted was to help.

Holding your breath, you could only hope that he would accept your apology. He couldn’t be that mad at you for wanting him to eat. Right?

Another buzz.

You couldn’t help but feel the sharp pain in your chest at his words. You annoyed him? He knew that you were sensitive and you tried to reason with him. Yoongi was supposed to be your sweet and kind boyfriend, he was just saying this because he was angry, that’s all, right?

Sometimes he needed to be reminded where to stop before he crossed the line, so you responded once again.

You stared at your phone, watching as the bubbles popped up while he was typing. The anxiety creeping in your chest was almost unbearable, hoping that he would understand how sorry you were.

His next message appeared.

Now he was really hitting below the belt. No feelings of anger surfaced for you, just guilt and sadness. He knew that you had a hard time with your confidence and often times would fall into states of depression because of it. This was mainly because a lot of his fans would deteriorate your character and looks on social media. Constantly berating you with insults and telling you just how much you didn’t deserve Yoongi, that you were an ugly, gold-digging lowlife that should just disappear.

Usually, he would be the one that would remind you that they were wrong and you were more than that, but now it was as if all of that sweet talk was out the door. He had no remorse for what he was saying and everything he mentioned felt like it was his way of being spiteful.

You responded, wishing that he would just stop already. You didn’t want to make this anything more than what it already has become.

By this point, he didn’t realize that tears were streaming down your cheeks. Yoongi was throwing all your insecurities right back in your face as if you wanted to be this way. You couldn’t help the fact that you didn’t feel worth his time sometimes, and you felt bad every time you asked for his help. There was no way for you to know that it was bothersome for him because he always led on that he would build you up no matter what.

After your last response, you hoped that this would be the end of the discussion. It wasn’t like he wasn’t going to get a new keyboard from you, so it was completely unnecessary and rather painful that he was lashing out at you without any type of remorse.

The text messages to appear next shattered you into pieces.

I wish you would just disappear.

His words absolutely destroyed you, turning you into a bawling mess as you sat on the edge of your bed. Water stains hit your paperwork as you reread his last few messages over and over again, feeling the undeniable pain in your chest. He broke you. Of all the people in the world, Yoongi telling you to disappear was the final straw.

You couldn’t help but feel like you were a burden, on him and everyone else that constantly reminded you, no matter how hard you tried to escape. But hearing it from Yoongi, your sugar bear was proof enough that it was all true.

Barely being able to see through your tear-blurred vision, you typed your final response, apologizing and finally deciding to give him what he wanted.

For you to disappear.

With that being said, you turned off your phone, letting it fall down to your feet. The only thing going through your head was that he didn’t want you anymore. He couldn’t stand dealing with you and all the emotional baggage he claimed that you brought to this relationship. If he thought that you were that irritating and should just disappear then what was stopping you?

With tear stained cheeks, red eyes, blurred vision, and a broken demeanor, you got whatever strength you had left over to get up and go to the bathroom, searching for the strongest pills you could find.

You wouldn’t be a problem anymore, you would just disappear...

Having already closed the texts after he let out his frustrations on you, Yoongi didn’t see your very last few words to him just yet.

“I can’t believe she would even come in here. She knew that I wasn’t here. God, Y/n knew that I was taking a nap and didn’t need her help,” Yoongi was non-stop ranting to Namjoon, oblivious to just the amount of damage he had caused you because of his blinding rage. “She’s so damn annoying; how am I supposed to get my work done now?!”

“You should relax Yoongi. When she came in here earlier, she really was just checking up on you,” he shrugged it off, handing Suga a notebook and pen, “Besides, you know how clumsy I can get myself, show her some mercy. Use this anger in a positive way and just write down your lyrics the old fashioned way while she gets you a new keyboard. Lashing out on her isn’t the way to go and you know it.”

He did know that, and he was starting to feel terrible about what he said. Even though you frustrated him sometimes, he knew that your intentions were good and taking it out on you the way he did, was indeed going too far.

Yoongi took a few calming breaths before he was ready to finally apologize and hash it out, given his younger’s wise words. Lifting his phone, he was planning to text you to treat you to dinner tonight, but what he didn’t expect was to open your texts, seeing that you took him seriously in his fit of rage.

“No, no, no, no, no,” Yoongi had an alarm ringing in his head and began to rapidly type on his phone, panic beginning to settle in his chest.

It had finally started sinking in what he’s done. He slowly stood, phone in his shaky hands, waiting impatiently for you to respond.

“What’s going on?” Namjoon would speak up.

“C’mon Y/n,” Yoongi would mumble under his breath, eyes glued to his phone screen, searching for any type of sign that you were getting his texts, “Please, oh my god.” His fingers would rapidly keep typing, needing to know that you were okay.

*recommended song while reading: when the party’s over by billie eilish from this point on.*

He waited another moment, re-reading his previous texts and seeing how cruel he was to you and it brought tears to his eyes. Yoongi dialed your number, listening to the endless rings before your voicemail came through. He tried again and again, each ring sending him into a further panic.

“Joon, call 911, now! Send the ambulance to Y/n’s apartment,” his words were practically slurred because of him speaking so fast, however, Joon still managed to immediately do what he was told. “Fuck Y/n, pick up your damn phone!” Yoongi visibly was shaking, he could barely even text you with his hands trembling the way they were in absolute fear of what you could’ve done to yourself because of his carelessness.

“They’re on their way over there now,” Namjoon tore him away from his distressed state for a moment. “Do you need me to co—,” he was cut off once his hyung quickly dispersed from the studio, leaving everything behind except for his keys and phone which was still glued to his hand, quickly sending you another few texts just before getting in the car and heading toward your place himself, needing to know that you were okay.

On his way there, it would be his fifteenth time calling your phone to no avail. Somehow he managed to get there before the ambulance did. Yoongi burst into your place, screaming out for you. In his panic, he searched everywhere he could think of, seeing that your room was left empty. It wasn’t until he searched most of the apartment that he realized the only place left to look was the bathroom which was closed. Upon turning the knob, he found out that it’s locked.

“Y/n?! Y/n, baby, open the door,” he spoke to you through the door, his voice nearly cracking. Upon receiving no answer, he started to bang on the wooden surface standing between both of you. “Open the door! Y/N! Babygirl please I’m sorry, please, open the door, oh god—,” his voice would begin to crack even more than it was already, the worst possible scenarios crossing his mind. Feeling the rush of adrenaline pulse through him at the thought of your limp body, he kicked the door in, finding his absolute nightmare come true.

He fell down onto his knees, instantly cradling your unconscious body, crying above you as he held on tight to you.

“No, no, p-lease, wake u-up, please, y/n,” he would whimper, not paying attention to the distorted sound of EMTs rushing into the apartment. “Baby no, WAKE UP! Please? Please, wake up for me. I’m so so sorry.”

Yoongi was then forcefully dragged away from you, his face red and being stained with tears as he watched them check over your limp body, not knowing if he would ever get you back, not knowing if he could ever apologize and hold you again in his arms, and kiss you, and tell you how much you meant to him, and how much he didn’t mean it.

He didn’t mean it when he said to disappear, and now seeing that he broke you to the point where you would actually want to leave him like this, broke him too.

“Please y/n..”

part two.

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taetaesbaebaepsae · 5 years

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BTS after a breakup

Hyung Line

Part 1 of 3

Again, my sister and I talked about this and I'm dying to write more imagine

What BTS would be like after you break up with them (various reasons based on the member) maknae line coming right after

Warnings: so much angst, mentions of a panic attack and depression, cursing, alcohol as a coping mechanism

Word Count: 2,953

Namjoon (RM)

He was too busy, never home, never having time to text you or Skype with you, and eventually, it wore on you

You'd been together the better part of two years, and he was in no way expecting you to leave while he was on tour, not ready to face him

Namjoon comes home after not being able to reach you for a couple of days and he's can tell something's wrong when he unlocks the door of the apartment you shared

It doesn't even smell like you anymore, that scent of lilac from the body wash he bought you for every birthday

His heart is heavy when he walks to your bedroom and your closet is empty

Honestly, not many people would know what a mess he was underneath his leader facade

He'd keep up with everything, but he wouldn't be sleeping, your absence in his bed making his heart ache

Yoongi would be the first to know when he went over to work on lyrics and Namjoon was asleep on the couch, knowing he would never take that lumpy thing over the plush bed

Namjoon hadn't even told the members that you'd broken up, and Yoongi didn't push him, just put a hand on his shoulder and watched him fall apart, being there if he was needed.

He wouldn't try to contact you for a while, knowing all the reasons you ended it were valid and nothing he could fix easily

It was two weeks after you'd moved out when you woke up with a few novel length texts, telling you in poetic prose about how sorry he was that he couldn't be there for you, how much you meant to him and how much he missed you

You could tell from the few typos that he'd been hitting the champagne a little hard and you wiped away your tears as you texted him back.

"I'm so proud of you for all your accomplishments and I'm sorry I couldn't be stronger for you. I'll always love you, Joonie."

Namjoon received your text at dance practice, and let me tell you, it did not help in any way, shape, or form

It felt like all the oxygen had suddenly been sucked out of the air and he was embarrassed for having a full blown panic attack in front of the boys, who were all alarmed, helping in any way they could

When he came clean about what was going on, he hated the pity in their eyes

They knew he'd lost the best thing that'd ever happened to him

You thought that things would be easier for him when you were gone, that he wouldn't have to deal with your problems and neediness on top of all of his other responsibilities, but you were dead wrong

He'd lost his safe harbor, the one place he could go that was quiet and still, where he could get peace

He'd loved being there when you'd take care of him, made sure he'd eat by making him breakfast, made sure he'd sleep by snuggling up next to him

He felt like he didn't know how to do this alone, felt like he was drowning

The only thing he knew to do was to drink a bottle of champagne once a week and text you until he felt a little better

You didn't call, didn't answer when the boys tried to call you

They were your friends, but you needed time

You couldn't bring yourself to block Namjoon's number after all you'd been through together and you kept getting those novel length texts, once a week, like clockwork

Your heart ached every time, but you didn't know how to be strong enough for him

All you could do was respond in the only way you knew how.

"I'm so proud of you for all your accomplishments and I'm sorry I couldn't be stronger for you. I'll always love you, Joonie."

You didn't know that it was a spear through his chest every time he read those words, week after week, wishing with all his heart that you'd have something more to say

Jin

The articles were everywhere, dozens of pictures of Jin, your worldwide handsome long term boyfriend, holding hands with a female idol

You knew that from time to time in your two year relationship, you'd fall prey to jealousy, since he was so far away on tour and he was so handsome and charming

You even know what a big flirt Jin was, but when it was the same girl, over and over, every picture, you knew something was different

You had reporters following you, asking how you felt about the breakup

Jin hadn't called you since the biggest article hit, although you'd tried to reach him a dozen times

You went to lunch with a friend of yours from another group, Changkyun, and more pictures were taken, reporters asking if this was your "new man"

By the time you got home, you were furious and hurt

When Jin finally called you that night, you were beyond shocked to hear the ice in his tone

"Have a long day, sweetheart?"

"Fucking right I have Kim Seokjin! There's reporters everywhere, what is going on?"

"I don't know, shouldn't I be asking you that?"

You were seething, your blood boiling, face turning red. "What...are...you...talking..about?" You said, teeth gritted in fury

"There's about a dozen pictures of you with that child from Monsta X from today! What, you thought since I was on tour you needed someone to keep you company? Warm our bed?"

You were speechless for a moment, unbelieving that he could be this stupid. You'd both had your ups and downs with insecurity and trust issues, both of you being quick to jealousy as you'd both been cheated on in the past, but this was ridiculous

You'd put up with so much from Jin and this girl who'd been seen together for weeks, and one day when you'd been out shopping with a friend, he wanted to act like this?

"Nothing to say, huh?" His voice was still cold but it broke at the end, and you knew he was genuinely upset instead of just being petty, and that made you even angrier

"Oh I've got plenty to say. For weeks I've been trying to talk to you about this bitch in all your pictures, the one the media is calling your new girlfriend. Weeks I've been pretending nothing is wrong as you brush off all my questions. So why don't you tell me something about that first, Jinnie?" You spat out his nickname like it was poison in your mouth

"Y/n, that's nothing and you know it. We're doing a collaboration...what, was this like, revenge?"

"Oh my God Jin nothing happened! You know he's my friend and the media wouldn't be calling him my new man if you hadn't been running around with that slut all month!"

"So you're not cheating on me?" He sounded uncertain for the first time but you weren't having it

"I fucking wish I had, Jin. At least then I'd be getting some dick instead of sitting around looking at pictures of you getting yours wet!"

"Oh, real mature, y/n, very funny." He took a deep breath. "Look, I'm sorry I overreacted but you were just standing really close together and-"

"He was protecting me from the horde of reporters asking me about your new girlfriend!"

"Oh, so he's protecting you, now?" He's angry again, and tears slip out of your closed lids

You're tired

Tired of feeling not good enough

Like every picture of him flirting with a fan might be the end

Tired of him accusing you when he might be the one guilty

"Look, Jin, this isn't right. I'm done."

"Wait. Wait what do you mean done?" He sounded panicked, and you started to cry harder

"We obviously don't trust each other, and with you gone all the time..."

"Wait baby we just need to talk about this. I'll be home next week and we can-"

"No. It's too late. This is stupid. I sit here praying for you to call me and tell me I'm the only one and every time I go out while I'm here alone you think I'm with someone else."

His tone changes, pleading with you

"Baby, I do trust you, I just...just wait until I get home, okay?"

"I'll be gone by then. I'm sure, Jin. I love you."

"Wait, please-"

You end the call and dry your eyes, starting to pack a bag

Maybe it was over for good and maybe you needed some time, but either way, what you had wasn't right

Jin had been eating in his room when he'd called you and he called you back frantically, over and over

You kept rejecting his calls so he texted you five, six, seven times

After an hour with no response he flipped the table over, cursing, sending ramen and kimchi flying across the room

When Namjoon burst in to see what was wrong, Jin had his head in his hands, shoulders shaking

"She's leaving me, Joon. She's really leaving."

Namjoon tried for hours to convince him that you were just angry, that when you got home everything would work out, and Jin wanted to believe his friend so badly

He still nothing from you all week, after leaving 20 panicked voicemails and countless texts

More pictures of you surfaced, hanging out with Changkyun

Jimin had seen them first and was showing them to the rest of the members in a hushed tone when Jin walked in and wrestled the phone from him, despite the other's trying to stop him

After he'd seen them, he'd been a mess, locking himself in his room and drinking wine until he was calling you again, sobbing that he was sorry, that he'd never so much as look at another girl again if you would just please not do anything stupid

You'd texted him, then and he scrambled for his phone with slow drunk hands

You'd taken it completely the wrong way or he'd been too drunk to express himself because your text was angry

"Something stupid like you did? Don't worry, Jin, since it's over now I can do whatever I want and so can you. Have a nice life."

When he tried to call you and explain, you of course wouldn't answer

He sent a series of increasingly misspelled texts but to no avail

His hands were shaking when he finally unlocked the door of your shared home, but he knew the instant he walked in that you were gone

Without unpacking, he curled up on your side of the bed and cried, wishing he could take it all back, anything he'd said to make you think he didn't love you or would ever cheat on you

He'd known you could both be cruel when you were angry, had said awful things to you during a fight, but he hadn't known your capacity for cruelty until 2am when he received a picture message from you

It was you, beautiful, dressed to the nines with Changkyun kissing your cheek, his arms around you, and suffice it to say that Jin's phone was not usable once he was done with it

You'd been drunk and angry when you sent the picture (staged, of course) and you were surprised you didn't get one back of Jin making out with that idol slut

You had been just a big a mess as he had been, especially after his near confession the other night

It was a tragedy of miscommunication and trust issues

Yoongi (Suga)

You'd snuggled up next to your long time boyfriend for the fourth time that week, and he kissed the top of your head when you rubbed your hand along the waistband of his sweatpants

"I'm tired, babe."

You'd heard that too many times in the two weeks he'd been home from tour, and all you wanted was a little attention, sexual or otherwise

"You're always tired," you grumbled.

He looked up at you, surprised. You weren't one to complain

"I'm sorry, babe. I'll make it up to you."

"When? Next time you're gone on tour for months? I just want to talk to you, Yoongi. I've been so lonely."

He sighed. "You want me to buy you a trip to the spa or something? I know I'm away a lot-"

"I don't want you to buy me anything, Yoongi! I just want you!"

You'd stormed out in a huff, knowing he would come after you

He didn't

For the first time he didn't come after you and talk you down, and you knew what that meant

You stayed out for hours, eventually going to your best friend's house in tears, asking to stay the night

It was 2am when he finally called, waking you up

"Where the fuck have you been? I fell asleep and-

"Asleep? You fell asleep? I just wanted to talk about us, our relationship, and you fell asleep?"

"Stop being so fucking dramatic, y/n."

Tears pricked at your eyes. "I know who you are, Yoongi, and I've never asked for much. I'm just starting to realize that maybe you really don't care."

"Babe, stop! Of course I do, you know how much I love you!"

"Do I? Because I've barely seen you in months and you're still this cold to me. I miss you so much when you're on tour, Yoongi, I shouldn't have to miss you when you're home."

"I miss you too, babe. I'm sorry, I just...."

"I don't know what I am to you anymore. Maybe... Maybe we need a break."

"We need a what?" His tone went low, almost dangerous.

"A break."

"I don't do breaks, babe, either you're in or you're out are you telling me you're out?"

He'd gone ice cold in the way he did when he was very angry, but you can't bring yourself to talk him down when you feel this unappreciated and unloved.

"Yeah. I'm out, Yoongi. See you around."

You hung up before you burst into tears, and you knew the mood he was in, he wouldn't call back

You were wrong, and he did, but you couldn't bring yourself to answer, turning your phone off

Curling up in a ball and trying to go back to sleep

Yoongi knew he could be closed off, but you were the one thing that he knew for certain, the constant in his life for the past two years

Normally, when a girl said she was done he didn't question it, but he'd never felt about anyone the way he felt about you, so he called you, he texted you, and after two days, he finally gave up

When Hobi came over to see why he wasn't answering his calls, he found Yoongi with his face puffy, eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep

He approached slowly. "You wanna get lunch, pal?"

"Not hungry."

Hobi nodded, smart enough to realize that when something was really bothering him, Yoongi didn't eat or sleep

And he hadn't, not that he'd ever admit it, had barely slept an hour since you said those words

Food tasted like ashes in his mouth so he just smoked and wrote song lyrics, checking his phone intermittently to see if you'd called

"Where's y/n?" Hobi asked softly, and that was the final straw

Yoongi hung his head. "I...I don't know. I fucked it up, Hope. I fucked it up like I do everything else."

Hobi put his arms around his friend as he cried, wishing he knew a better way to help

Hoseok (J-Hope)

He thought maybe he could handle it better if he knew why you left

Why you just stopped responding to his texts and calls, why you'd looked like you'd been crying on your last Skype call, but like always, you'd held back from him, cracking a joke about being hormonal from PMS

He'd known something was wrong, but he'd been shocked when he'd come home a bit early from tour your things had been gone

Your note just said "I'm sorry" and nothing more

You won't pick up your phone and none of your friends know where you are and after almost two years of being together, you're just gone

Like you disappeared off the face of the Earth

He's about to panic and call the police when you text him

"I'm sorry I couldn't face you. I just can't do this anymore. I miss you too much and I can't be the sunshine you need. Let's be friends when some time passes, yeah?"

For the first time in his life, Hoseok has no idea what to say

Let's be friends? Friends after two years spent sharing a bed, sharing food and jokes and stories, being lovers and best friends?

All of a sudden he's angry, angry enough to punch a hole in the closet foor when he sees all your clothes are missing

Before he can bloody his knuckles he calls his friends, his brothers, one after the other and they offer advice and sympathy, and he feels a bit better

At least until the sun goes down and he's scrolling through the pictures of you on his phone, silly selfies and cute Snapchat filters

He wonders if he missed it between his happiness, his success

Missed the sadness deep down in your eyes or the way your hugs lingered a bit too long

When the tears come it's like a dam bursting, not just because you had left, but because he hadn't looked well enough to know you'd been on your way out

#bts #bangtan #bts reactions #bts imagines #bts hyung line #bts fanfic #bts angst #bts after a breakup #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #jhopes was hard #i've made myself emo #alcohol tw

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jhsbrat · 5 years

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stories that never were pt.5

i don’t play tag, bitch i’ve been it

genre: stories that never were pt. 5, idol au, lovers to enemies au

word count: 1,787

warnings: rough sex, unhealthy relationship, both oc and namjoon are idiots

Noise. Lights. Flashes. In the midst of it all, you’re focused on the toupee of the man three rows back, synthetic brown hair laid askew on his perfectly round head. He reaches up to itch at it, knocking it even further off center, eyes still focused on his notes in front of him.

I need to give him my stylist's number, you think to yourself, taking a swig of water and swishing it around in your mouth before swallowing to aid your thirst. Then there’s a tap on your shoulder and you look up to find your manager hovering beside you.

“Are you ready?” He whispers, adjusting the mic propped on the table in front of you. “We’re about to start.”

You sigh and nod. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Sejin straightens up and fixes you with a stare. “Remember, just like how we practiced. You’re polite and cordial. Only talk about your new album, no going off track.”

“Yeah, sure.” You wave him off.

“Listen to me, promise that-“ He’s hushed by a stagehand and pulled off to the side, behind the curtains shielding staff from the flash of the reporter's cameras. You look up and paste that soft smile your agency made you practice a hundred times in the mirror in preparation.

“Good morning, thank you all for coming,” You speak into the microphone demurely. “I would like to start taking questions now.”

The room erupts into noise after your welcome statement and you blink for a moment before pointing randomly at a woman off to the side, eagerly waving her hand.

“Hello,” the woman coughs and glances down quickly at her notes, “First, I would like to congratulate you on all your success so far. It must have been an interesting journey for you to have started from making songs in your basement to being signed and releasing a full-length album with Big Hit Entertainment. How are you feeling right now?”

A softball, easy. You knew the answer to this off the top of your head. “It’s amazing and incredibly humbling. I’m so grateful to everyone that had a hand in supporting me to where I am today.”

Hands shoot up again and you point to toupee man now, curious to know if his voice was as thin as his hair.

“Early critiques of your new album are calling the changes to your sound “meteoric” and “exponential”,” he rattles off in a squeaky tone. “Some are going so far as to say that it’s a complete 180 to your SoundCloud days. What is your response?”

“I would say the equipment I get to work with now is a step above the trial version of Audacity, so that’s probably why.” You grin and there are soft chuckles heard throughout the room. You wait a second to let them write that down and then point to a younger guy directly in front of you. He grins politely, bunny teeth revealed, before leaning closer in his seat and looking down at his note pad as he reads off his prepared question.

“Your collaboration with Gloss has proven to be very successful and it’s helped land you on XXL’s Freshman Class for this year. Billboard is even crediting it as one of the best songs of the year. But not everyone feels the same. How do you respond to rapper RM’s claims that you’re just ‘a singer who raps’?”

The room quiets for the first time and you blank, lost in thought, catapulted back into time at the mention of the name.

“Jesus Christ,” Namjoon groans, throwing his head back.

You look up at him, mouth sliding off his cock with a wet pop. “Not quite,” you reply, snarky, giving him a lick.

The man lets out a breath and looks down at your figure, kneeling on the cheap carpet of his makeshift studio, knees rubbed raw from the polyester. The tight spandex of your dress hugs your body and he has to gulp and look back up again before he comes to the sight of arched ass alone.

“You talk too much,” he complains half-heartedly, fingers yanking hard on your hair and bringing the heat of your mouth back where he wants. You rake your teeth along his length in retaliation and it shocks him, his body spasming from the feeling before you take all of him back in your mouth in one go, wet slurping sounds quickly filling the small space.

(Neither of you would ever admit it aloud, but you’re both pain sluts, reveling in the sting of a harsh slap or ache of a hard bite. It fed a hunger both of you possessed, but could never quite fully sate in its entirety. Which is why, you suppose, the two of you kept returning to this place, finding that nothing could stoke your fire quite like pain twinged pleasure of a too hard fuck.)

Your fingers trail up and down his torso, pink-tipped acrylics threatening to scratch at the sensitive skin of his chest, and it’s that coupled with the look you give that sends him hurtling towards a premature finish. Your eyes are stretched wide, carefully applied mascara now running in rivers down your cheeks. It makes him hot thinking you did that for him, that your hair is tied up in a ponytail so he can yank on it and your nails are manicured to prick at his skin.

(Though he knows it would be delusional to believe you would dress for any man, he still likes to indulge in this fantasy, at least temporarily, because then he could pretend at least for a little while that you were his.)

With teardrops hanging at the tips of your lashes, you give a hard suck and moan, the vibration enough to tip Namjoon over the edge. You swallow, but don’t let up quite yet, and he has to shove you off when the overstimulation becomes numbing.

“Whore,” he sighs, but his words carry no bite and he bends forward to thumb at your chin and kiss you softly. Your teeth tug at his lips as you pull away, grinning softly before you stand up to search for your panties from wherever he flung them off an hour ago.

“We can’t keep doing this, I only came to talk to you and now I’m late for a dance lesson,” you sigh, shimmying your underwear back up your thighs.

“Mhmm, but we say that every time.” Namjoon tucks himself back into his pants, watching you pull the hem of your dress back down and regrets not marking up your ass when he had the chance. “And what are you still doing those classes for?”

You fall into the chair by his keyboard, intentional in your decision to not sit next to him when you speak next. “That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about-“

“Wait, let me guess,” he chuckles, walking closer to look down at you and wipe away the remnants of the streaked makeup around your eyes. “They finally kicked you out?”

You bite the inside of your cheek, annoyed. “No, Joon, I-“

“No, no, I got it! They kicked you out and banned you from ever coming again-“

You swat his hand away and stand up, pushing back from the chair and grabbing your bag to walk out the small room. “I’m just going to leave if you’re not going to listen.”

“Wait, wait,” he grabs your wrist, but is still chuckling softly when he pulls you closer. “Go on, tell me. But do it quick, we still gotta finish that song from last week, Yoongi is waiting for the lyrics before he can start making the-“

“I got signed,” you blurt out, frustrated with his constant interruptions. Namjoon freezes and blinks, his hand still wrapped around your own.

“You got…signed? Like, to an agency?”

Sighing, you nod, letting your hand fall from his own. “Yeah. I filled out the contracts yesterday.”

He blinks again. Then his mouth spreads into a grin. “Very funny, you had me going. Okay, I got the message, I won’t joke about those classes again.”

You stare at him, confused. “What are you talking about?”

His grin widens and he turns to find his phone. “C’mon, stop kidding, let’s get started. I’m just going to call Yoongi so we can-“

“Namjoon, I’m not fucking kidding. An agency scouted me and I decided to sign with them yesterday.”

His back goes rigid from where he’s standing hunched over his bag, looking for his device. He turns around to face you, smile gone. “You-you’re serious right now?”

You nod, chewing on the inside of your cheek. “I thought you’d be more excited, I’ll get to actually perform the songs I write now-“

“Excited? Excited? For what, for you to be pranced around like a prized show dog?” He spits.

Your head jerks back, blood boiling hot at the vitriol in his voice. He doesn’t take note of your shock, continuing on his tirade instead.

“Please tell me you’re joking. Please tell me you didn’t actually willingly choose to become part of the empty machine that is that industry, to become a-a-a-“ He stutters, then looks away before turning back to you and it frightens you how his eyes go cold. “A mindless slave.”

Post-coital glow completely dissipated, you feel your skin heat up at his words and you step close enough for the tips of your noses to touch. “I make that choice and suddenly I’m nothing more than a cog in a machine? You think there’s nothing left to me?”

He stares down at you, jaw clenched. “If you decided to sell out like that without a gun to your head, then yeah. I do.”

There’s a squeeze at your heart from his words, but it doesn’t stop you from speaking next. “Then you can die mad about it.”

His teeth hurt from how hard they grind against each other as he watches you walk out the studio, choosing to forgo collecting the last of your belongings in the room in favor of having a dramatic exit. He realizes it hours later, laying on the torn up couch after he’s angrily scribbled his feelings out on ripped pages of paper. Sighing, he promises himself he’ll apologize when you eventually come back to pick them up.

You don’t.

The sound of Sejin releasing a soft cough off to the side brings you back to the present, your gaze focusing once again on the man in front of you. The badge hanging around his neck reads Jeon Jeongguk and you drag your gaze back up to his wide eyes expecting an answer. Smiling, you lean forward into the mic to speak.

“And I still beat him on the charts, didn’t I?”

e/n: yea boiii

#bts #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts smut #namjoon fanfiction #namjoon fanfic #namjoon smut

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vantaestummy · 5 years

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p lease write one where yoongi gets sick all over the backseat of the car because he tried to go on his laptop during a drive (the scenario you mentioned in your carsick jungkook fic a while back) with joon driving since he was the one that mentioned the memory. thank you i love your work

A/N: ofc lovely! Here we go. I hope you enjoy. I wrote this with my amazing anon friend who is a phenomenal writer. I truly enjoyed this collab. they’re so awesome! thank you for everything!

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Namjoon was a fairly decent driver. Sure, it took him forever to get his license but it wasn’t because he couldn’t drive. It was because he didn’t find it necessary. Where would he go? What purpose would he have to leave the dorms if he could walk or bike most of the way there? It made no sense but having a license did maintain its perks.

Yoongi was hungry, very hungry, and the man had the taste for something far more specific than Namjoon could have ever imagined. He wanted skewers but, not just any skewers. The best skewers in Seoul, and unfortunately for them, those were all the way across town.

So Namjoon drove them there, Yoongi having offered to pay for his meal and the gas so that they wouldn’t return the company car on E. The food was good and sat comfortably in Namjoon’s sated belly. It was perfect.

Until it wasn’t.

Yoongi had decided to bring his laptop along for the journey, hoping to be somewhat productive during the lengthy and impromptu drive. He decided to sit in the front seat on the drive over to the restaurant, not wanting it to feel like he was using Namjoon as his own personal driver, but now that they’re on the way back home, he decided to sit in the backseat so he could have enough space to get comfortable and maybe read through a few blog posts he’d been saving.

He buckles himself into the middle seat so he can still easily lean forward to converse with Namjoon whenever he starts to get bored of reading, but he figures there won’t be very much talking going on judging by the way Namjoon is absolutely immersed in the songs on the radio, completely focused on humming each and every lyric.

Yoongi pulls his laptop out of his bag and powers it up, eager to start browsing the internet. He pulls the sleeves of his sweatshirt further over his freezing cold hands and begins typing in his password. Namjoon hears the clicks from the keyboard and laughs.

“You seriously brought your laptop?” Namjoon questions, voice laced with disbelief as he reaches over to turn down the air-conditioning. Yoongi responds with a small nod, eyes fixed on the blindingly bright screen in front of him as he scrolls through dozens of different articles and posts.

It’s completely silent for the next few minutes, apart from the quiet clicks of the computer mouse coming from the backseat. Namjoon continuously glances in the rear-view mirror, laughing lightheartedly at the way Yoongi is just squinting at the screen, presumably trying to read something important.

"You weren't kidding when you said you've been immersed in the new songs you were writing." Namjoon chides, his voice playful and not at all insulting. Yoongi hums in acknowledgement, the words on the screen zipping past, just like his view outside the window. It almost makes him a little dizzy, the movement of the car along with that of his mind. Yoongi takes in a deep breath, swallowing down an uneasy feeling that has suddenly taken him captive.

Namjoon knows that Yoongi doesn't do too well in cars, more specifically, right after they've gotten off of a plane. There is something about the planting of feet against wavering ground, uncertain surroundings and the body still adjusting to being thousands of feet in the air rather than just five. They all know that the eldest rapper is sucesptible to carsickness but, he must know what he is doing since, he has decided to do the worst thing one could possibly do: read while trapped in a moving car.

Suddenly, he begins to feel boiling hot, the sudden change in temperature reminding him of the time he genuinely thought he was being cooked alive in a sauna while vacationing in Finland. It isn’t a very pleasant feeling, and the sweat collecting above his brow despite the cold air consistently flowing through the vents is particularly unnerving.

With one more glance at his laptop screen and another small wave of dizziness, he decides to push his laptop aside, still leaving it open for when the feeling finally passes. He stares out at the horizon, thankful that he’s sitting in the middle so that there isn’t an entire seat obstructing his view.

He expertly breathes through the disorientation, inhaling deeply through his nose, holding for three seconds, and then exhaling through his mouth, repeating the practiced process over and over until he starts to feel himself calm down.

The breathing exercise helps him feel a little better, and he figures he just got dizzy because he was staring at the screen for too long, so he pulls his laptop back into his lap and begins clicking away once again, hoping the worst is over.

Unfortunately, the second he glances at the screen, he feels his stomach drop, a harsh wave of heat plaguing his body, making his head spin as he shoves the laptop off of his lap, letting it fall to the floor. He realizes that he wasn’t just dizzy from looking at the screen for too long, he was full blown carsick.

Namjoon is more than suspicious at this point. Yoongi has been far too silent and as he looks into the rearview, he sees that the elder rapper’s chubby red cheeks have taken on a faint tinge of green. Not only that, but his laptop is no longer in sight.

Namjoon turns down the radio. “Hyung? You good?”

Yoongi visibly swallows, the car hitting a bump that immediately thrusts his stomach into his throat. “Yeah..” He murmurs, the lie more like a slur that slithers past his lips. He’s too nauseous now to even function, his stomach bubbling the more and more they drive. Yoongi barely stifles a burp in his fist, his vision blurry as he becomes too dizzy to speak.

Yoongi’s mouth begins to fill with saliva at a rapid pace, a telltale sign that he’s going to blow chunks within the next five minutes if he doesn’t manage to get his stomach under control.

He swallows convulsively, trying not to panic when each swallow forces his stomach further up his throat. It’s only making everything worse, so without thinking, he opens his mouth and let’s the drool fall freely from his lips, coating his jeans and part of the seats.

Namjoon makes an unusually sharp turn, muttering something beneath his breath about almost going the wrong way. The directions on his phone tell him to make another turn in a couple hundred feet.

Oh god.

Yoongi feels the urge to gag. There’s no way his stomach can handle another turn. He needs to say something immediately, but he can’t get the words out quick enough. Namjoon makes the turn and Yoongi heaves involuntarily, jolting forwards from the force of it as he slaps his hands over his mouth.

His cheeks puff out with vomit and before he can swallow it back down, it bursts past his tightly sealed lips and sprays through the cracks of his fingers, coating the back of both seats, the center console, and his lap as it steadily drips from his hands.

Namjoon gasps, immediately looking back at the older boy when he hears the horribly grotesque noise. He had a feeling that something was wrong, but he trusted the boy to speak up if he needed to pull over. He never thought this would happen.

Yoongi cups his vomit-covered hands beneath his chin and closes his eyes, shuddering aggressively when another weak gag forces up a trickle of his dinner. It feels far too warm and chunky in his hands, making him want to throw up even more. Namjoon gasps at the sight. Thankfully, his stomach of steel can handle it, and all he worries about is his hyung.

“Fuck hyung. Give me a minute I’m gonna pull over.” Namjoon grits as he manages to swerve around a few slow moving cars, which, now that he thinks about it, isn’t necessarily a good move since the jolt of the car causes his hyung to emit more gurgling noises, a shallow splash sound being heard from behind his seat.

Yoongi lurches forward, not even bothering to sit up as he gags once more, a torrent of puke plummeting to the floor mat below. A burp rips itself from his throat, pushing out an onslaught of vomit as his stomach literally tries to kill him from the inside out.

“Hold on hyung. I see a place where we can pull over.” Namjoon tries desperately to keep his composure but the garbled noises coming from the backseat sound absolutely dreadful as well as painful.

It almost seems a little dangerous when Namjoon frenziedly jerks the wheel and the car jolts to the side of the road, but Namjoon doesn’t mind breaking the law if it means he can finally help Yoongi through this unpleasant situation.

Namjoon rips the key out of the ignition, figuring they won’t be doing very much driving in the next few minutes, maybe even hours. He unbuckles himself before rushing to get to the older boy in the backseat.

He leaves his door open so that some fresh air can flow into the car before opening the back door. His heart sinks, even his strong stomach swirls at the sight. Yoongi looks miserable, skin excessively pallor, hair disheveled and damp from perspiration. His hands and lap are covered in chunks of his dinner and Namjoon doesn’t even know where to begin with the cleanup process.

While he’s contemplating the easiest way to get Yoongi out of the car, the boy in question hiccups, indicating that he’s definitely on the verge of getting sick again.

“Hey-easy, not in your hands!” Namjoon rushes out when Yoongi gives a powerful belch into his cupped hands, saliva pouring from his mouth and coating his fingers. His eyes are squeeze shut as another burp bursts past his lips, this one somehow more nauseating than the last.

The way he’s visibly struggling to keep everything inside of his stomach is alarming to say the least. Splashes of his dinner coat the back of his tongue with every queasy burp and Yoongi knows that vomiting some more is inevitable, but still, he hopes to postpone the event for at least a few minutes.

“Yoongi-stop, let’s get outside the car, okay?” Namjoon says, voice wavering as he grips the older boy by the arm, forcefully dragging his tense figure towards the open door.

Yoongi keeps his hands cupped beneath his mouth, not trusting his stomach at the moment. He hiccups again, the nauseous feeling intensifying by what feels like a million as he slaps a palm over his lips.

He doesn’t manage to make it all the way out of the vehicle before another hot spray of puke ejects from his mouth, splattering all over the last clean section of the seats, steadily dripping down the fake leather and soiling the carpet as well.

Namjoon hauls ass, gripping Yoongi’s waist as he manages to hold the older up so that he doesn’t fall, carefully maneuvering him out of the car where he can barely lean without tipping over. Yoongi heaves, ejecting every last rancid thing that has been boiling in his cauldron of a stomach for the duration of the car ride. He feels so sick, and his head is pounding so viciously that all he can do is gag over and over again.

Namjoon has a calm hand on his back, the other smoothing back his sweaty fringe as the elder male pukes his guts out. Namjoon sighs, feeling awful for what was happening but, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop it. He doesn’t know of Yoongi’s limits. Only he does. So the fact that he decided to read while in a moving car was beyond anyone’s control but his own.

“Baby... look how sick you’ve made yourself. Why would you even try to read knowing how sick you get in cars?” He asks, his tone a bit sharp but more worried than anything. His hyung threw up, a lot. It’s only a matter of time before he passes out from either pure exhaustion, or sickness itself.

Yoongi responds with a heartbreaking whimper, bottom lip beginning to tremble at the words. He regrets bringing his laptop and he regrets thinking he could handle reading on the road. Honestly, he feels so miserable that he regrets going on the drive entirely.

The dinner tasted good when he’d first eaten it in the restaurant, but it definitely wasn’t as enjoyable when it was shooting back up his throat at a rapid pace. It definitely didn’t look as appetizing when it was regurgitated either. There’s no way he’ll be able to stomach skewers ever again.

Yoongi places his palm beneath his shirt, resting it against his swirling tummy. He gags fruitlessly, only ejecting small amounts of saliva with each awful heave. His stomach still hurts, and every time he inhales, all he can smell is the rancid puke that covers the entire front of his shirt and his jeans.

“Here, sit down, okay? I don’t think you can handle any more driving right now.” Namjoon murmurs as he carefully maneuvers Yoongi until he’s sitting on the asphalt, leaning back against the rear tire.

Once he’s sure that Yoongi is stable enough to be left alone, Namjoon sprints around to the trunk of the car, hoping to find a towel, some water, or a spare change of clothes for the sick boy.

Thankfully, he manages to find an unopened case of water bottles. He figures it’s for the company office but he’s desperate to get everything cleaned up, so he tears it open, making a mental note to buy them another pack before they notice. He grabs four of the bottles and rushes back to Yoongi.

Namjoon tentatively reaches down and grabs Yoongi by the wrist, holding up the limp limb so that he can clean it off. He unscrews the cap on one of the water bottles and pours it over Yoongi’s hand. The eldest rapper has his eyes closed, his head heavy like a weight as he keeps his chin against his damp chest. One would think he’s asleep from how he looks, but Namjoon knows he is painfully awake.

He winds up using the entire bottle of water, tossing it aside before using his own shirt to dry off Yoongi’s hand. The older boy just sits silently, his cheeks burning deep red as he let’s Namjoon clean him up.

It doesn’t feel possible, but Yoongi swears his cheeks burn ten shades darker when Namjoon intertwines their fingers together, pausing his task of cleaning to reassuringly rub his thumb across the top of Yoongi's hand.

They sit like that for a moment, Namjoon’s hand in Yoongi’s as he draws patterns into the skin there unconsciously. Yoongi’s stomach still aches, his throat burning and raw but thankfully, he has nothing more to throw up. He’s still dizzy though, and everything hurts so bad that he’s having problems seeing straight.

As if Namjoon was reading his mind, he places a light kiss upon Yoongi’s head. “Here, rest for a minute. Lean on me. We’ll get back to driving when you feel up to it.”

Cars speed past as Yoongi does as he is told, leaning his head against the younger’s shoulder, relenting all of his weight and closing his eyes with a heady sigh. “I’m sorry. It was dumb to read. Just thought I’d get some work done. I thought I could stomach the drive.” He nearly slurs, his cheek smooshed against the younger man’s shoulder. Namjoon doesn’t say anything for a moment. Instead, he kisses Yoongi’s hair once more.

“It wasn’t the best move but, it’s not like you did it on purpose. Like you said, you thought you could handle it. I’m not mad.” Namjoon reassures with little pecks.

Yoongi snuggles his head deeper into the crevice of Namjoon’s neck. “We had to stop because of me. And now we’re stranded because I couldn’t keep my stomach where it belongs.” Yoongi pouts, squeezing his eyes shut and groaning. Namjoon giggles a bit before giving the older rapper’s hand a gentle squeeze, his other arm wrapped snuggly around his soft stomach.

“It’s okay baby. It’s not like it’s my car anyway. I think it’s Sejin’s.”

Yoongi snorts at that, a squeaky giggle slipping past his lips and making Namjoon want to coo. He squeezes Yoongi closer to him, kissing him on the forehead his time.

The older boy mumbles something incomprehensible underneath his breath as he feebly shoves Namjoon away from him, bashfully staring down at the ground when the affection becomes too much for him to handle.

“I should probably start cleaning the seats now.” Namjoon says awkwardly, itching the back of his neck as he stands up and heads back towards the trunk of the car where he remembers seeing a few spare sweatshirts that he knew belonged to Jungkook. Yoongi doesn’t really want him to go but, he doesn’t really have the bearings to stand at the moment.

Namjoon leaves all of the doors wide open to let the car air out a little before he begins scrubbing at the mess with his impromptu towels. He feels bad for soiling Jungkook’s clothes, but he’d feel even worse if he had to return his managers car with a puke-covered backseat.

Namjoon feels thankful that the seats are leather so nothing really soaked through or ended up staining. It easily absorbs into the material of the clothes and the cleaning process is finished within five minutes. It’ll definitely need to be scrubbed with disinfectant and the carpet and floor-mats should probably be shampooed, but there’s no real visible evidence of the incident.

Yoongi gives a weak cough and Namjoon smacks his head against the roof of the car as he hurriedly crawls out to get to beside the sick boy, worried that he’s about to start vomiting once again.

“Are you going to throw up again?” Namjoon questions as he drops onto his knees in front of Yoongi, placing a caring hand on the older boy’s cheek. Yoongi shakes his head, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

“I just want to go home and take a bath.” Yoongi whines, eyes glimmering with unshed tears as he looks at Namjoon, waiting for some kind of solution or comfort from the leader. He feels disgusting.

“I managed to get the inside of the car all cleaned up, so how about we change your shirt and then we’ll start driving again, okay?” Namjoon murmurs, pushing some of Yoongi’s disheveled hair out of his eyes.

Yoongi nods shyly, lifting his arms up to let Namjoon peel off his soiled shirt. Namjoon moves as quickly as possible, turning away as he hands Yoongi the last clean sweatshirt he’d retrieved from the trunk.

Yoongi pulls the sweatshirt on and makes to stand, laughing quietly when Namjoon fusses over him and grabs his hands, slowly guiding him towards the passenger seat as if he can’t walk on his own.

Namjoon reaches over Yoongi’s body to buckle his seat-belt for him and Yoongi blushes at the close proximity. Once Yoongi is settled, Namjoon climbs into the drivers seat and starts up the car, instantly rolling down all the windows to make sure there’s enough cool air to keep Yoongi’s stomach calm.

Then, Namjoon blindly reaches for Yoongi’s hand, humming contentedly when he finally finds it and interlaces their fingers. He gives a couple soothing squeezes before pressing a gentle kiss atop Yoongi’s knuckles.

“Let’s get you home, pukey.”

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A/N: Is smoosh a word? idk. there’s no red line under it and it wasn’t corrected when I was writing so ill take it. I love you guys. the best parts of this fic were written by my friend tee hee.

#sick bts #bts emeto #bts sickfic #car sickness #sickie #sick fic #sickfic #caretaker!namjoon #sick!yoongi #sick!namgi #my fic #collab #emeto #tw emeto #emetophilia #tw vomit #tw puke

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minyoongisjiminie · 5 years

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“because it doesn't matter what i'm thinking of.. in the end: I think only of you!”(jjk)

ship: jungkook x reader

genre: fluff

disclaimer: mentioning alcohol: jungkook being drunk

synopsis: you’re bestfriend jungkook is an idiot, that’s a well known fact. but something that was quite suprising to you is that he has a huge crush on you. while you were hoping that he would straight up go to bed after drunk dialing you, he actually had other things in mind…

inspiraton: jk’s drunk vlive (i mean why the fuck did he thought that was a good idea lol)

song inspiration: Am Ende by Kraftklub

a/n: soooo, this is just something I thought of a while back, this is completely inspired by jk’s drunk vlive a while back haha, he’s such a dork when he’s sober but just a crackhead while being drunk lol. also the title for the fic is by a german band called “Kraftklub” and the lyrics to the song, actually inspired me a lot too :) check it out if you like to ;) also sorry that it took me so long :( school is already kicking my ass

words: 2,5k

“I just need to-” Jungkook hicupped and let Jimin hit him on the chest before continuing his sentence. “confess.”

The boys were staring at him in disbelief. After more than 12 years of friendship, he just suddenly decided to confess his crush to his best friend? While being completely intoxicated? It did not sound like a brilliant idea to begin with.

“Nah dude. Let’s head home, huh?” Hoseok replied softly, putting his own shot glass, that was filled with soju just a minute ago, on the counter.

They all stared at the tipsy friend who literally couldn’t even stand on his own feet right now without any help. He slumbed into the chair since Jimin couldn’t get a grip of him anymore. The smile on his face widened.

“No, you don’t understand.. ahhh” He said while closing his eyes that made them look like little reversed half moons. “If I don’t do that now, I’m going to look like a weakling.”

Yoongi who started to lose his patience, gave himself a little face palm before sitting next to his younger friend. The black haired boy put his small hand onto Kook’s knee and snapped his fingers in front of his friends’ face. “Dude, you’re completely drunk and therefore full of yourself! You will regret it later on, if you just confess, without properly planning it! Listen to your hyung, hm? You always listen to me, right?”

For a moment it was silent. No one dared to break the silence before Jungkook would do.

He on the other hand slipped into the coach even more, and was too deep into his thoughts. His hyungs were just looking at him, waiting for any kind of good response. After a while he nodded his head with approval, and let Jimin and Hoseok put him onto his feet again.

“Let’s head home. I’ll call a taxi.” Namjoon uttered under a grin. The other 4 boys already went outside, trusting Hoseok and Jimin that they were able to control the situation.

“Hyung..” Jungkook suddenly whispered. “Everything alright, Jungkook-ah?” Jimin asked worriedly. He looked horrible, and the smile that was formed on his lips just a few moments ago, was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps, now finally the nausea from the alcohol kicked in.

“I think I need to go to the toilet, hyung..” Hoseok lovingly went through his younger brother’s hair before making him walk towards the toilet. Suddenly Jungkook broke away from them, and tried to stand still without any help. “I can do that on my own! Promise!” He murmured, and nodded into the area where his brothers stood before entering the men’s room.

While his hyungs were waiting for him to finish, whatever he needed to do in the toilet, Jungkook had a different idea on his mind.

He quickly grabbed his phone from his pocket and searched for his best friend’s name. Y/N.

After just a few seconds he found her. For some reason that made him sober up a bit. Maybe the amount of alcohol he drank was not enough to actually call her up and confess. Because now he could clearly hear his heart beating faster, and his mind did not want this. Not at all. But his stupid heart couldn’t listen.

Of course…

Even though the battle between his alcohol driven mind and his heart that was aching for relief, continued, he still pressed the call button.

Probably not his best idea.

After several ringing tones, finally Y/N picked up. Pissed as ever. “It’s fucking 3 am in the morning, Kook! What the fuck do you want?” Her aggravated tone made a shiver go down his spine. Luckily he quickly hold onto the sink so he wouldn’t trip over.

“It’s really serious. Y/N? Y/N.. It’s really serious dude..” He repeatedly said rubbing his eye with one hand and staring at his reflection.

“Are.. ARE YOU DRUNK?”

“Maybe.. Maybe not, it’s your chance to find out.. keke ~”

And there was the stupid crooked drunken smile, forming on his lips again.

“Kookie.. Let’s go to sleep huh?” Y/N’s voice sounded calmer and her lips escaped a yawn. “It’s really late.. And I have uni tomorrow..”

“It’s going to be quick though..”

Jungkook pouted into the mic, making Y/N sigh in annoyance. Of course.. Now he tried to get to her on this tour.

“Then spill them beans!”

“I like you.”

And there it was. The sudden silence. No sound came out of the speaker.

“Like a lot. And I’m not saying that because I’m wasted.. Like I really like you. I want you to be my girlfriend.”

There was still no sound coming from Y/N. Nothing. Just silence.

“Do you have nothing to tell me?” Jungkook once tried again.

He heard a slight cough on the other side of the line, and he felt how his heart dropped.

Fuck, this was not the response he expected. Not at all.

Just a few hours ago he was so euphoric, drinking shots after shots, drinks after drinks, not realising that he would be in the state to just decide out of this short feeling of luck to, confess to the person he deeply liked.

“Listen to your hyung, hm? You always listen to me, right?”

Maybe he should’ve. Maybe he should’ve just listened to his hyung. Just because he chose to be a drunk idiot, he completely ruined any chance that he had in the future with his crush.

“You know what.. Fuck this.. I’m drunk. I shouldn’t have called..”

“Kook..”

“I’m fine.. Really!”

“Kookie-”

Before she could even give a proper response, Jungkook quickly hung up.

There were exactly two choices Jungkook had. The first one, would be very simple: Ignore it. Act like nothing really happened. Say you were drunk and that the alcohol talked out of you. Or.. he could choose to follow the second choice: Stand with it. Deal with it. He exposed his true feelings to her. If she was really his best friend, then Y/N would’ve known, that he was not a person that would talk fuss while being drunk. Kook would actually be someone that would do the literal opposite.

Well, he was still drunk. Of course he chose to follow the second one.

“Jeon Jungkook! I will fucking rip of your balls dude!” He heard Seokjin’s voice screaming outside of the men’s room.

Shit. She told them.

He quickly grabbed his phone from the counter. But didn’t leave before looking at his reflection and giving it a wink. He would do everything to prove Y/N that he wasn’t speaking rubbish because of the alcohol, but alcohol giving him a lot more confidence to finally do it.

“Okay, okay.. Before you punch me in the face…!”

Jungkook babbled, while Seokjin was ready to fullfill his action. Thank god his hyungs were there to hold him back.

“You need to trust me, alright? Just trust me!”

Jungkook raised his index finger and let it float around his older brother’s faces.

They were still surprised that he could stand on his own feet without tripping over, and didn’t understood what to do with him. In the end of the day he was an adult and should do what he thinks is the right choice. Even though he was drunk, but what should they do? He always would try his best to do what his heart wants him to do. There was no way they could stop him.

“Okay. We trust you. Jungkook-ah, we do. We really do.”

Namjoon put his hands on the brunette’s shoulder and gave him the money for the taxi. “If you think that’s the right thing to do. Go right ahead.”

The other boys were not really on the same page. They were quite confused why Joon let him do that. But to be frankly, they trusted him. So what should even go wrong, right? She might accept his confession or she won’t. If she does accept, they’ll be very happy for him. If not, well… they can comfort him.

He gave them a bow and left the bar.

The freezing air was hitting right into his face, and there were already a ton of taxis waiting to pick up wasted young adults and to bring them back home, safely, so they can rest and start off their day with full enery again.

Well, Jungkook had other things in mind.

He knocked on the taxi driver’s glass window.

“What you want?”

An old grumpy looking man put down the window and looked at him with a questioning expression on his face. “Can you drive me there?” Jungkook asked while fishing out his iphone. He saved the adress of Y/N at his contacts. Since he was sobered up enough after the little phone call, he could easily find it.

The eyes of the old taxi driver formed into slits. Trying to read from the bright phone screen. “Yeah. Jump in.”

After the short taxi drive, Jungkook quickly pressed the money into the drivers’ hand and waited outside of Y/N’s apartement for the right moment.

He didn’t really know if she was still awake, but due to the bright window, he has a 50 percent of a chance, that she was.

His index finger was coming dangerously near the bell, and midway of him trying to press it, he stopped. Because he didn’t even needed to.

The front door opened, and there she was. Y/N. Beautiful as ever in her cute pj’s. The only thing that bothered him was her grumpy face.

“Ahhh… Y/N-ah!”

He fell right into her arms, and could swore to himself that he could hear a light snicker coming from her. “Kook.. What do you think you’re doing?” She said, while still trying to hold onto her friend. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the energy that Jungkook was possessing the entire night, was just gone. Disappeared into thin air.

“How did you know that I would come, huh?” He said while trying to get back onto his own feet. “Look! Our love is that huge” He put up his two hands in front of her face and let a huge space in between both of them to visualize his words. “That we feel one another, when the other one is not around.. Isn’t that really cool?”

Y/N just smiled. There was no proper reason why she should be mad. He was the cutest dork she ever met, and his cuteness just increased with his alcohol level in his blood. “Maybe. But now! Come with me, let’s go into my apartement.” She wouldn’t ruin the moment to tell him that actually his hyungs contacted her, warning her beforehand that he might come around. And if she was really honest, she did not mind at all. They were friends for decades now, and she never really denied the potential love interest she had for him. There were times where her girlfriends would be confused as to why they weren’t just dating. Since they did couple like things all the time, just without the kisses, hugs and.. you know what else ;)

Now, he was standing there in front of her door, drunk, and confessing his love to her. Of course she couldn’t resist to ask his hyungs if those feelings were actually real, or if that’s just the soju out of him talking. And the members, while heavily sighing, confessed his feelings for him:

“Yahh, Y/N-ah! I know that you’re dumb but that dumb?”

“What? Really?! He likes me?”

“Of course he does, you idiot. I’m pretty sure he’ll kick himself in the nuts tomorrow if he finds out that he confessed to you like this lol.”

Jin’s words were still echoing inside of her ear. “Ofc he does..” She whispered the words of her older friend to herself, while critically looking at her best friend, who was huddling around on her sofa.

I mean if she wants answers, she might probably will get them now or never. So why not just ask the pretty honest and adorable drunk JK himself, and not missing out on the opportunity?

“Kookie?”

“Hmm?”

He was pressing his face onto her pillow, avoiding any eye contact with her.

“Do you like me?”

With a sudden “oh” he rose up from the pillow and looked at her. Straight into her face. Like an obedient puppy that messed up.

“Yesssss!” He said with the most jolly looking face, while making a scrunched nose. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling a bit too.

“Liking me as a friend, or as…”

“As my girl.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. That didn’t really mean anything. They were calling each other like that their entire friendship. He’s her boy and she was his girl. That was just their kind of thing. But now she needed proper answers.

“I know. But like do you want to kiss me? And like want me to be your girlfriend?”

Fuck it. She just needed to come to the point.

Jungkook shyly hide his face with his hands.

‘Dude he is hella drunk.’ She thought for herself. Jungkook would never act like that in front of her, that shyly and cutely. There were times were it would slip out of him but not as obvious as that.

“Yess. Aw, yes I do. I want to kiss you right now..”

He said while pouting, and Y/N’s heart stopped a beat. So it was true. He was indeed in love with her.

She sat right next to him and took his hand. “Will you still say the same tomorrow? When you’re all sobered up?” Y/N asked, looking at Jungkook with a begging expression on her face. She couldn’t handle the shame, if Jungkook would deny all of his words. It would break her heart into thousand pieces.

He nodded and for a moment she could see “her boy“clearly. There was no drunk Jungkook. There was a sincere Jungkook, that looked up to her with tired eyes. “I’ll promise you that I’m crazy in love with you.”

The brown haired boy put his hand on her’s, feeling the warmth that came out from her. He felt like, he was finally arriving home.

“Can you promise me that, Jungkookie?”

She asked again, worrying that he might forget everything or even deny it.

He took his hand from hers, and started to caress her cheeks with his fingers. She had such beautiful soft skin. He barely could stop himself to kiss it.

“I’ll never lie. Did I ever lie to you?”

She slightly flinched at his touch, and looked at him. His eyes seemed sincere and he looked at her so lovingly, it made her feel so many emotions at once. She took his fingers that were just caressing her cheek and kissed them.

“I’ll never hurt you.”

He onced promised again, and touched his heart to hold onto his words.

Jungkook knew that if he kissed her right away, he would most likely regret it. He wanted to be fully sober, to experience that first moment with her. So he fought the urge and just gave her a peck at her forehead, that caused a bright smile on her face.

“I know that.”

Unfortunately, he ruined this moment with a long yawn. But it made her smile instead. “Let’s go to sleep should we?” He nodded slowly. It was hard for him to still keep his eyes open. She took his hand and let his arm lay around her shoulder. “You deserve a good amount of sleep you little hero.” She said under a smile and helped him to go to her bedroom.

“Today I was really a hero huh?”

“The most bravest little boy, I’ve ever witnessed”

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joonieflower · 6 years

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Burns - Chapter 2

(Chapter 1)

pairing :yoongi x reader, namjoon x reader

genre: smut, angst, fluff

word count: 4.375

Namjoon made a mistake. Yoongi is struggling with his feelings - feelings he has for more than one person. You? You’re confused, caught in the middle of it all.

(this fic is a sequel to my Playboy!Namjoon fic, but can be read as a separate work!)

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Yoongi looks at the computer screen, trying to make sense of the lyrics he’s writing. it isn’t working so far, inspiration isn’t coming easily him today. He’s almost relieved to have an excuse to take a break when the doorbell of his studio rings.

He stretches before opening the door, allowing a distressed looking you inside.

“What’s wrong?”

You look like you haven’t slept in days. “Nothing. I felt lonely, I miss Joon. can I stay here for a while?”

Yoongi nods, watching you as you make yourself comfortable on the black leather couch. “You don’t look so good.”

“Thanks,” you reply, voice dripping with sarcasm. “That’s so sweet of you, oppa.”

He gives you an unimpressed look. “Namjoon must have landed in Italy already. I’m sure he’s gonna call you later.”

You look a little uncomfortable. “I’m not sure about that. he left kinda pissed with me.” When yoongi signals for you to continue, you sigh. “He’s just…so possessive about me. I have a project with my ex and-”

“Sehun?”

You nod. “Yeah, and he got so jealous. he’s not usually like this, we trust each other. I don’t know why he’s acting like this.”

Yoongi mess with the chords in his desk for a second. “He’s just afraid to lose you. I don’t see how he would be pissed with you about it, though.” You shrug, looking a little hopeless. And he hates it. He hates seeing your cheerful face being so gloom, hates that Namjoon isn’t acting like himself and making you suffer because of it. He knows the only way to help you take your mind out of it. “Wanna help me with this song? I have the melody and the hook, but I’m not sure about the rest.”

You look up from your lap, giving him a grateful smile. “Yes, please.”

He motions for you to come closer, pulling up the melody he had on his computer and showing you the half-finished letter.

You share his seat with him, sitting off the edge of the chair. he can smell your shampoo like this, it’s floral, and smell exactly like he would have imagined.

This, you sitting with him in his studio, was familiar to him now. After working with you on your first solo song, he knew how you worked. Knew that you were best with lyrics, composing, not making the beat.

He knew that even though you were also a rapper in your group, you hated doing it with amazing vigor even though you were good at it too. But when you start singing in a low voice his lyrics, soft low voice mixing with the sound of the A.C and the soft tapping I in the keyboard as you wrote want you thought would sound good, he couldn’t understand how anyone could make you do anything besides sing.

He nudges you in the chorus. “Go higher, a little. A little more soulful. This is a song about wanting something that isn’t yours, so it isn’t really happy.”

He hits record when you start again. As you carry the last note, you smile. “It sounds nice. Are you gonna use this in your next next mixtape?”

After hearing you singing it he’s not so sure. “I was gonna, but maybe you should have it. Or we could collab again”

Before you can answer your phone is ringing, the annoying ringtone loud in the silence of the room. You slide, accepting the FaceTime request. “Hey, babe. How was your flight?”

Namjoon’s voice sounds a little rusty like he just woke up. “Long. where are you?”

You lean back, half laying on Yoongi so you can show him. “We’re keeping each other company.”

“Oh, “ namjoon looks a little surprised in the grainy video. “Hi hyung, are you taking care of her for me?”

“Of course, our baby needs constant attention, right?” he ruffles your hair, making you give a very indignant scoff while you twist in the seat so you can give his shoulder a light pouch.

“She really does. What are you two up to? “

You lean back, fitting yourself in Yoongi’s chest so you both can be on screen at the same time.” Recording stuff, the usual. He wants to give me another song.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes. “You sound like you don’t want it, maybe I should give it to jimin instead.”

“Oppa!” you whine, looking at him with a pout. “But I like it so much, give it to me, please. ”

Yoongi looks up to see Namjoons reaction. He looks…flustered. Huh, interesting. he doesn’t seem to be minding that you’re half on top of Yoongi, not even a little bit.

He coughs then, making you look at the phone again. “I should get going. Mom and Dad want to go to a restaurant for dinner. I’ll talk to you later, angel?”

A soft smile lifts the corners of your mouth. “Sure. Go eat some Italian food, text me before bed?”

“I will,” he assures you, dimples appearing. “Yoongi hyung, rest ok? I know you’ve been in there all day.”

“You’re not my boss,” he grumbles. “Go enjoy your trip.”

After the call is over, yoongi stays quiet for a second. You’re still laying on him, your body heat is comforting in the chill a.c room. You look up from your phone, angling your head towards his neck. “Hey, you smell good. Are you wearing perfume?”

He almost chokes in his spit when your nose ghosts over his sensitive skin. “Yeah, the usual.”

“It’s nice.” you smile at him, making your eyes crinkle in the corners. ”Should we order something? I’m kinda hungry.”

And how could he say anything other than yes when you’re looking at him, seeming much more happy than you did when. you first got in there. He definitely couldn’t dampen your mood by telling you that he and Namjoon had been assholes and betrayed your trust like his conscience was telling him to do.

He knew, after all, that if he did that, that if he did tell you about their drunken mistake, you wouldn’t want to be next to him again, nor with namjoon. And he was selfish, he didn’t want to lose you or namjoon.

Swallowing the words about to spill out, he smiles. “Sure. Pizza sounds good?”

******

“Namjoon,” he says into the phone. “Tell her. She deserves to know, just… just tell her. She forgives you for everything, she’ll forgive you now too. Just…tell her.”

Namjoon heaves a sigh. “I know I have to tell her, I know. I’m just… I don’t know. we’ve been doing so well. I love the both of you too much to let one of you go.”

“Joon-ah, don’t. Don’t be selfish.” he flicks the cigarette to get rid of the ashes. “That was a mistake and you know it. We got nostalgic about our predebut days, that’s all. you didn’t fuck me because you love me, you did it because it felt good.”

the line is silent for a long second, making Yoongi look at the phone screen to see if namjoon had ended the call. When he finally does, his voice sounds tired. “We both know it wasn’t just that. I have to go, my parents want to go grab food before our flight. I’ll tell her when I get home, I promise.”

Yoongi hums, a dreading feeling pressing against his chest. “Have a safe flight.”

***

Somi is on her phone again, making you huff in exasperation. Mina laughs beside you. “She’s talking to her friends, they’re going out tonight, don’t scold her.”

You pile some more meat on her plate. “I wasn’t gonna scold her. it’s rude to be on your phone when you’re eating.”

The restaurant you and your bandmates are in is a small one, private enough so you and your staff can have the monthly bonding dinner in, a very important event that made things flow way more naturally between all of you. The intimate atmosphere filled with the familiar voices warms your soul, making all the stress fade for a bit.

“She can’t be mad at me, though. she’s on her phone constantly talking to her boyfriends.”

you frown. “I have a boyfriend. Singular. Just one. Are you lowkey calling me a hoe you brat?”

Somi rolls her eyes at you. Her dark recently cut short hair bobs when she shakes her head disapprovingly at you. “Namjoon and Yoongi. I saw Yoongi oppa spamming you with photos of that baby hippo earlier while Namjoon spammed you with Italians dogs.”

You bristle. “These hippos are work-related. It’s for…a song? Yeah, a song. Yoongi isn’t my boyfriend.”

Sohee scoffs. “You two spend so much time together, dare I say more than you do with your precious namjoon. Netizens think you two are crushing on each other since your song came out.”

“We don’t,” you say, baffled. “We just became close. He’s Joon oldest friend, it’s natural of me to be close to him.”

Mina rests a reassuring hand on top of yours. “Of course it is, unnie. Sohee is just bitter because she wishes she had a boyfriend.”

“Yah!” Sohee fake yells, throwing a lettuce leave at Mina’s general direction. “I’m not….”

you let their banter fade. Did you really look like you had a crush on Yoongi?

You knew you were sometimes too close to him, but that just came naturally to you. You got along so well since the beginning that treating him like an old friend came easily to you.

And every time namjoon saw you too being so close he got this sweet look on his face like he was so happy he was trying to find words. it made you happy too.

It was normal, you think, to be close to people you care about. It wasn’t like you just met him too. You and Namjoon had been officially together for a little over 7 months, and you and Yoongi had known each other for the same amount of time. And if you did sometimes spend more time with him is just because of Namjoon. has more responsibilities as a leader than yoogi.foes. He has meetings with the company, has to go over details and details to.make.sure his members are comfortable with all the American interviews they were having. And well… Yoongi didn’t. And even if he was composing or working on something he also let you inside his studio until namjoon came to get you after he was free.

You shake your head, shoving a large spoke of rice into your mouth. The girls were being stupid. Sometimes they got like this, picking at you like jealous siblings. It was as cute as it was annoying.

Sohee smirks when your face lights up at the sound of your phone ringing. “See? Whipped.”

“Shut it.” you hiss, getting up from the table so you could find someplace quieter to speak.

You finally settle for a bench at the front of the restaurant. Finally sliding your finger to answer the phone, you can’t help the warm feeling spreading through your chest at the voice that greets you. “Angel, are you busy?”

You shake your head no, even though you knew he couldn’t see it. “No, we’re just having dinner. How was your flight?”

Namjoon voice sounds muffled like he’s trying to talk to you by holding his phone between his ear and his shoulder without using his hands. The last attempt at doing so had resulted in a cracked screen.

“Long, uneventful. The food was kinda nice, though. Do you think you could come here later? or maybe I could go to yours if you’re tired.”

You scoff at him. “You’re also tired, babe. I’ll go meet you, I think we’ll be finished in an hour? I’ll go straight there then.”

“All right then,” he says, his deep voice sounds soft. “Love you.”

Even after a while of hearing it, your heart still beats harder with his words. “Love you too.”

When you finally manage to arrive at the dorm, inputting the code and opening the door you’re greeted by an empty living room. Which was…odd. Usually, Jimin would be in there, or even Jungkook, computer hooked into the plasma tv so he could play his games with Taehyung.

As you walk down the hallway, all door are closed, lights out, except for Yoongi’s and Namjoons. Your eyebrows furrow at this. This was weird. The boys should all be here.

“You’re here.”

You jump, startled, hand coming over your heart to try and calm down. “Fuck, Joon, don’t sneak up on me like that!”

He tries very hard to hide the fact that he’s laughing at you, but his dimples give him away “You know I could never sneak on anyone,you’re the one who wasn’t paying attention.”

you huff, finally closing the distance between you two, arms circling around his neck. “Hi,” you whisper, getting on your tiptoes so you can reach him a little better.

He’s fully smiling now.”Hello.” he greets you back. “I missed you a lot. Next time I’ll drag you to go with me.”

You card your fingers through the hair at the back of his neck. “Missed you too.”

Your lips meet, his plump lips feel soft against yours. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth and he groans, starting to lead you to his room.

His hungry hands grab the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. You push him backward, making fall in a sitting position against his ridiculously big bed. “Where are the boys?”

“Dunno. don’t care. Yoongi hyung is in his room, but he’s got headphones on.” he answers, lips trailing along your collarbones sending a shiver down your spine.

You gasp as he sucks at the sensitive skin on your neck, his hands trailing down to undo the buttons on your pants. “Joon.” you sigh when he finally has his hands where you needed it the most. “No teasing today please, I’ve missed you. Need you now.”

he steps away for a second, hands coming to his own shirt and pulling it over his head, revealing his beautiful tanned skin. He hovers over you and you can see every little mole on his shoulders, you can count every eyelash. you can feel his breathing ghosting over your face. “As you wish.princess.” Your hands go to his sweatpants, pulling it down, You can feel the heat of his desire for you.

You can feel yourself becoming already completely wet, but you did spend almost two weeks away from it so it this need for him to be inside you already was justified. His finger slide inside of you this time, and you moan.

Namjoon chuckles. “You’re so needy, angel. Didn’t you touched yourself while I was away?”

You shake your head. “It isn’t the same. It’s too little, It wasn’t enough.” he crooks his fingers, the pressure at the exact right spot. “Oppa, come on….”

He’s away from you for a millisecond but it’s enough to make you whine at the loss of him. He shuffles at his drawers before finding the black tie. You crook one eyebrow at him. He usually only tied you up if he wanted to be rougher, and that was only when he was stressed.

“Can I?” you nod. “Use your words, baby girl. You want me to tie you up?”

You blush a little at how the term of endearment makes you clench around nothing. God, Namjoon being a dom WAS going to be the death of you. “Yes, please.”

He’s fully hard inside his black boxer briefs now. “Wrists together.” Even demanding his voice still his careful, loving.

You oblige, the friction of the fabric isn’t uncomfortable against your skin. “Is it too tight?”

You try moving a bit. You still have a little movement, so you nod. “It’s good.”

“What are your colors?” you sigh, wanting him to just get on with it already. He kisses your shoulder, arms encircling your waist as he presses himself against your back. “Come on, baby, you know it’s important that I hear you say it.”

You have a hard time thinking about anything but his hard length pressing against your ass. “Green is good, yellow is slow down and red means stop. Now please, just fuck me already.”

His fingers trade through your hair before he tugs it down, forcing your head back so he can see your face. “Good girl.” He sits back, back against the headboard of his bed, legs slightly spread apart. “Come here, sit on my lap.”

You walk on in your knees to him, the soft bed sinking beneath you. His hands come. to your hips, helping you as you sit in his lap, his hard member pressing against your sex. You whine, moving your hips so you can have so.e friction. He hands roam your body, sliding over your breasts, his fingers flicking your nipples.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, looking you over in what can be described as awe. His hand slides down your belly, reaching for your pussy again. “You’re mine?”

His thumb circles your clit, making you buckle your hips forward. “Yours, Joon. Please, oppa” you whine, curving forward so you can kiss his neck. “please fuck me, I’ve been thinking about this since you left. I missed you so much.”

He rolls his hips into yours, sliding you over his clothes member. You gasp into his neck, feeling his skin hot against your lips. His hands tug at the knot in your hands, pulling you back, exposing your breasts to him again.

He wasted no time in sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, hips never stopping their rolling. You writhe in his lap, the teasing being too much. You can feel him smirking against your skin.

Another tug and your l half lying in the bed on your back, your hips still connected to his. Namjoon leans over you again, mouth sliding against the skin of your stomach, light kisses being spread against your waist, your hip bones. “Ride me, then.”

He helps you in a sitting position again. You lift your lips enough so he can slide his underwear off, his cock fully hard, dark skin glistening with precum. You need him so bad, you think if he doesn’t fuck you already you’re actually going to cry.

He holds the base of his cock, helping the act of sliding it inside of you easier.

You lower yourself, moaning at every inch, the pressure almost enough to make your mind go blank.

You move your hips, Sliding his length in and out of you. He throws his head back when you start picking up your rhythm, moaning at how his thick cock fills you up. One of his hands tangles itself in your hair, pushing you so he can kiss you, the other holding the tie between your hands.

This makes his pelvis press again your clit, making you moan hard at the newly added pleasure. He starts to fuck into you from beneath, tongue Tangled in yours, his hand pulling your hair so slightly. The soft pain sends almost sends you over the edge, making you moan loudly, not caring that technically you both were not alone.

“Oppa,” you mage to say into his kiss, his hand on your scalp pulling your head back so he could suck hard at your neck. “I’m close, let me come, please, please.”

He slows down, his trusts becoming deeper. You clench around him, face contorting in pleasure. “Why should I?”

You look at him, knowing full well how good you looked on top of him. “I’m so pretty, oppa, don’t you wanna see me cum? I want you to fuck me hard so I can cum on your cock.”

He takes a deep breath. “Face down and ass up, baby girl.” You lift yourself, leaning forward when he moves from under you. the sheets pressing against your cheeks as you spread your legs, so he can see your wet pussy, smells like him. He slaps your sex lightly, making you moan when he flicks your clit. “What color?”

“Green. “ you say, breathless from his hands still in you, “please please let me cum.”

He enters you again, cock going even deeper, making your mouth hang open when he starts thrusting hard and fast, hand coming down to slap your ass check while the other held your hands together at your back. “You like me being rough, don’t you baby? Like me fuckin’ you so hard you can’t even breath?”

You moan in response, mouth slack as your loud moans echo through the room. “Wanna cum, please oppa, please, make me cum and them cum in my mouth, wanna taste you missed you so much, please, plea-”

He leans over you, catching your lips with his, one hand tugging at your hair so he can have easy access to your mouth, the other circling your clit mercilessly as he continues to snap his hips hard against yours. You clench desperately around him, high pitched moans showing him how far gone you were.

“Cum for me, angel.” he finally allows.

And fuck, you do. You cum hard, stray tears spilling from your mouth with the force of it, Namjoon fucks you over the aftershocks before pulling out. You wine with the loss of him.

“Open.”

You put yourself in a sitting position, opening your mouth wide. The head of his cock rested against your tongue as he jerks himself off, eyes glued to your face. He grunts, face contorting in pleasure as he comes into your mouth. You swallow before licking his cock so he was clean of any stray drop. As you do so Namjoon lets out a broken moan. You smile, falling back in the bed.

He reaches behind you, undoing the tied tie, freeing your hands. He kisses each wrist, massaging them after.

He lies down next to you, pulling you close to him, lips finding yours again in a sweet kiss. “Love you.”

You give him another kiss. “Love you more.”

You close your eyes, feeling content. Namjoon gets up, coming back a few minutes later with a cloth so he could clean you up, pulling his shirt over your head when you shiver.

He watches you for a long while before he speaks again. “You know I love you a lot, right?”

You open your eyes, smiling at him, reaching for his hand. “Yep, you say it all the time.”

“I’m sorry about the way I’ve been treating you lately. I’ve been distant and cold. “

You detect the grave tone of his voice and finally sits up, giving him your full attention. “Yeah, you have been. Was that because you were stressed?”

He runs his hand through his dark hair, taking a deep breath. “Yeah, also because I didn’t want you to break up with me. I was scared of it, that’s why I was closed off.”

You frown. “I’m not going to break up with you. Why are you saying that?”

He takes a very deep breath and a sense of dread starts filling you. “When we were in America for the AMA’s… Yoongi and I got drunk after. We slept together “

You can feel yourself growing cold all over. “That’s not funny, Joon.”

“I’m really sorry. Neither of us meant for it to happen, and I never wanted to hurt you. Please, Y/N, I’m so fucking sorry, you have no idea. I love you so much, I never meant to hurt you.”

You swallow the limo in your throat, getting up and looking for your pants.

“Is that why you kept giving me shit about Sehun? You thought I would do the same thing you did with me?”

You zip up your jeans. He holds your hand, eyes big as he looks at you. “Yes! I’m sorry, please stay, let’s talk. I don’t want to break up, I love you so much. Please, angel. Give me another chance.

Your eyes soften at how desperate he looks. You push your hand away from him.slowly. “We’re not… I just… did it mean something? Are in love with him?”

“He’s my best friend, so of course I love him. When we were trainees, we used to date.” He gets up, hands coming to your cheeks, his touch soft, unsure.

“When you asked me to date you, Joon, back when they locked us in here so we would take things out, you promised me. You promised me you would never lie to me.”

“I did. I’m so sorry, I don’t have any words to say how sorry I am, but it never was my intention to hurt you, we didn’t plan it, believe me. He feels as bad about it as I do.”

You take a deep breath. “And I promised we would always talk things out. We’re not breaking up, I just- I need some time to think. I’m feeling hurt right now, I need some time so I can think before I act.” You go to the door, leaving him standing alone.” I’ll call you when I’m ready.”

You leave him behind you, hurt spreading through your chest. You feel like crying, but you hold it in.

Yoongi is standing in the kitchen, coffee mug in hand. “Y/N…” he begins, voice unsure.

You hold your hand you, tears finally slipping. “Not now, oppa. I’m not mad at you, I need some time. Take care of Namjoon, okay?”

He nods and you all bit runs to the door, slipping your shoes on.

When you’re finally in your car, you let yourself cry as you rest your head in the steering wheel.

after what seems like an eternity, you pull yourself together enough to drive to your apartment.

You lie in your bed, curled in a ball, trying to hold yourself together as you ignore the various texts namjoon sent you. You fall asleep like this, alone, still in his t-shirt.

This, you think before giving in to unconsciousness, is exactly why you were avoiding so much a relationship with him all these months back. To avoid having your heart broken.

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Jin

“Jin, I’ve probably waited too long to tell you this but I need to tell you before it eats me up alive” you struggled you get out. Jin had taken you to a picnic to help you lose stress from work. He was your savior when it came to things like that. Jin looked at you suddenly concerned. “You’re my best friend and I’ve come to like you as more than just a friend, if you catch my drift. I fell for you and I know I shouldn’t saying this because it might ruin what we have but I had to say it” you confessed and looked up at him. There was no smile on his face, only a concerned look that seemed to have frozen upon his features. “Y/N... I - I don’t see you like that... you’re like a sister to me. I’m sorry if I’ve given you the wrong idea-” he tried but you couldn’t listen anymore. You shook your head and chuckled, “It’s okay Jin, I never expected you to like me back. I just needed to get it off my chest” you said and looked away. “Don’t be like that” he pleaded but you simply got up from the grassy floor and walked home.

Weeks passed and you stopped texting Jin, then you stopped responding to his text messages. Jin hated it. He finally had enough of you ignoring him and made his way to your apartment where be loudly knocked on the door. You answered it and then tried to shut the door but he walked in and slammed it shut. “You need to stop this now. I’m sick of you avoiding me and ignoring me just because I didn’t feel the way you did. I don’t want to lose my best friend y/n! I’m sorry I can’t express the same feelings you feel for me but that doesn’t mean you aren’t important to me! I need my best friend back” he confessed.

Yoongi

Yoongi had invited you to listen to his upcoming song in the studio, which you gladly accepted. “Constructive criticism only! You got it?” Yoongi laughed as he got ready to play the song. Your heart melted at the melody and you smiled at him. “That’s amazing Yoongi!” you cheered and he laughed. “Yeah yeah whatever” he said as he sat down beside you and began to tell you about how difficult it was for him to fit the lyrics into the melody. You fell in a trance, watching his gummy smile and then his frowns as he talked on about his passion. “I love you” you accidentally confessed to your best friend. He stopped talking and looked at you, looking for the proper words to tell you he didn’t feel the same way. “Y/N- I don’t feel that way about you..” he trailed off, hoping that he could think of something to make the statement less frank. You looked down to hold back your tears before you looked up at him with a weak smile. “That’s okay Yoongi. I didn’t think you’d feel the same, I’m sorry I blurted that out. I’m going to go before I’m late to work but I’ll talk to you later.” you said and left.

Later never came. You blocked his number and social media, and that of the boys. You managed to move out of your current apartment to room with an old friend of yours. You had cut all ties. Yoongi searched everywhere for you, he went to your favorite coffee shops and stores, hoping to ‘bump into you’, but you never showed. When he found you crossing the street to your new home, he stopped you and pulled you to the other side of the street. “Where the hell have you been y/n?” he asked you angrily. “I-” he cut you off. “No, I don’t want to hear it. I need my best friend back y/n. I’m sorry I hurt you but I can’t lose my best friend. I need you to stay. Please stay” he begged you while looking at your guilty facial expression. “Please stay y/n” he begged again.

J-Hope

You were watching your best friend dance to the melody of the music with a grand smile. “Ah y/n you’re very weird sometimes. stop staring” he laughed and you looked down blushing. “I can’t help it” you shrugged. Hobi stopped smiling because he knew what was going to happen. You weren’t very subtle about your feeling despite your best efforts. “y/n” he warned you as he shut off the music and grabbed his bag, ready to take you anywhere as long as you didn’t say the 3 words he couldn’t relate to. “I like you Hobi” you whined and looked at him. “Yeah that’s why we’re best friends, I like you too y/n. Let’s go” he rushed. You shook your head “No Hobi, I like like you...” you said. You mentally scolded yourself for sounding so childish. “Don’t do this y/n” he begged. “Hobi, why are you being like this?” you asked him. “I- I don’t feel that way about you y/n and I’m sorry I don’t but I don’t want to ruin our friendship over th-“ you cut him short with your sudden decision to grab your bag and run out of the studio to avoid the rejection. “y/n!” he called after you but decided to give you space.

You avoided Hobi in every way you could and it hurt you more than you wished it would. You phone pinged an incoming message from Namjoon. “y/n I’d really appreciate it if you could make it to my birthday dinner. I know you and Hoseok are not on great terms but you’re still my friend and I’d like to have you there. I understand if you chose to stay home”. You reluctantly went which unfortunately caused Hobi to spot you immediately. He ran to you and hugged you tightly. “I’m so sorry I hurt you y/n please come back to being my best friend, Yoongi is terrible at it when he’s tired” he ranted and pleaded. “Please don’t leave me because of this. Your my best friend and I need you” he confessed.

Namjoon

Namjoon became your friend after he tutored you often in school. You liked him since you first laid eyes on him because he was just so different from the other guys you’d met. “y/n snap out of it. I asked if you wanted me to order take out” he asked you again. You were spending the night at his place because your apartment was being occupied by your roommate and her boyfriend. “huh um yeah” you muttered and plopped down on the couch. You were both eventually sitting beside each other watching a movie he suggested and you couldn’t help but tear up when the girl died before her friend could tell her he loved her. “Ah~ y/n it’s not that sad” Namjoon said, trying to lighten the mood. You snapped your head at him “Namjoon! How dare you tell me that’s not sad! Can’t you realize that she died thinking she was alone but he actually loved her-“ “woah y/n relax, is something wrong?” he interrupted. “I like you Joon, more than a friend should like another. I like you so much” you cried. He pulled you into his embrace awkwardly. “Relax” he tried. He wanted to pretend he never heard what you said. “Do you feel the same way?” you looked up at him. “y/n-“ he tried to explain. “Of course you don't, I didn’t expect you to” you spat as you stood up and grabbed your stuff before you left.

Namjoon was persistently calling you, he was more concerned with your safety after you flew his apartment on a rainy night. “please send me a text when you reach somewhere to stay y/n, I know your angry at me but we’ll work this out okay? I know well figure this out, we have to, you’re my best friend, I can’t lose you just like that.” he confessed huskily though voicemail, worried about you.

Jimin

Your roommate Jimin was on a phone call with Taehyung, talking about their recent tour but they were speaking in Korean. You weren’t fluent in Korean but you had been taking classes and could speak very little thought you understood most. You didn’t tell your Jimin because you wanted to surprise him, since he always complained about learning English for you and you didn’t learn Korean for him. You tried to mind your own business until you heard Jimin say “yes she was attractive, I couldn’t help but flirt and be suggestive”. This made you choke on the water you were drinking, causing Jimin to quickly look at you and pat your back while laughing and informing Tae on the situation. You couldn’t help but feel repulsed by his touch. You squirmed away and shoved his hand away with your arm before you stood up and tried to regain control over your coughing. “y/n?” Jimin asked, now feeling hurt by your actions. He stood up and tried to approach you but you shook your head, not finding the words to voice your thoughts, and grabbed your set of keys before you left the apartment, feeling guilty and embarrassed. Jimin texted you repeatedly asking what was wrong. You finally responded with shaky hands. “I learned Korean Jimin. I heard what you said to Taehyung and it hurt Jimin. You’re so oblivious to the fact that I like you more than a friend, aren’t you? Yeah, I like you, so much. But I know you don’t feel the same. I don’t expect you to feel the same, I don’t blame you.” you sent.

After the text was sent, Jimin read it but couldn’t respond. He didn’t know what to say or how to say it. You went to the apartment when you were sure he was working and took your stuff out. You made your way to the front office where you took your name off of the contract and returned your set of keys. When Jimin returned, his heart shattered as he saw how empty the place was without your things. He knew you moved out but he didn’t know where you went. He sent one final message to you, “Y/N, I can’t explain how hurt I am that you decided to move out. I’ve known you for nearly 8 years and to know that this is breaking out friendship really hurts. I respect your decision to leave y/n but I can’t let you go without you knowing that you are family to me and I hate that your leaving, my life is so much better with you and I don’t want to lose my best friend”.

Taehyung

You hated yourself for letting yourself fall for him. After being best friends for years, you both decided to step it up a notch but without the commitment. You both became friends with benefits, with the agreement to never think more of it. It was easy at first, you both dated others and neither cared until you failed to meet the agreement. Tae was holding you against his body, trying to get on with the main show. You felt his lips at your neck and you got lost with everything he was doing to you. You let your head fall back as you softly muttered the words he hoped you’d never say. “I love you Tae”. His head snapped up to look at you and you covered your mouth, shaking you head. “y/n...” he started but you continued your denial. You untangled your limbs from his and covered yourself with the sheets. “No, no, I’m sorry, I- I didn't mean.. I- “ you couldn’t speak and Tae grew more and more concerned about what you were feeling. “I’m going to leave Tae, please don’t follow me okay? I’m really sorry I made you uncomfortable” you apologized and quickly slipped your clothes before you grabbed your cellphone and rushed out.

You avoided Tae like the plague because you hated him for not feeling the same and you hated yourself for letting it get this far. Tae sent you a message everyday, apologizing for not feeling the same but you eventually resorted to blocking his number. In an attempt to get over the situation, you treated yourself to a night out with the girls/boys, which eventually turned sour when they left with their dates, leaving you alone sitting at a bar. “y/n?” you heard a familiar voice. You turned to see Taehyung and immediately let your head fall against the bar counter to hide your face. “Have you been avoiding me because of what happened? Y/n, please come back home. I miss you, you’re my best friend, we can workout whatever this is, just- come back?” he pleaded.

Jungkook

This was the 3rd person of the week that Jungkook had brought home, again, putting you in an annoying position. You had to listen to the annoying grunts that the other person let out and you were tired of it. You told Jungkook to warn you before he brought anyone home so you could leave but he seemed to just disregard your request. You had enough and you had made up your mind already on what you were going to do. You packed most of your clothes, since you were unsure how long you’d be gone. While the other two were busy in the opposite room, you left the apartment and arrived at Tae’s, where he welcomed you for the time needed. Tears were threatening to pour out, it hurt to think of him with another person and now you were running away because of it. You knew he didn’t feel the same as the flashback replayed in your mind. ~ “What would you do if a friend of yours, um let’s say me for example, admitted to having a crush on you” you asked. The drunken Jungkook laughed “That’d be really awkward y/n, your like my sister/brother” he said before he curled up in a ball of laughter, eventually falling asleep. ~

Jungkook realized you were not planning on returning soon by the 2nd day. He knew why you left and hated himself for being so blind and inconsiderate. He recalled how you politely asked him to give you a heads up and how you seemed flustered when you asked him. The thing was that he didn’t feel the same way about you, but that didn’t mean you were special to him. Despite knowing the ridicule he was going to face because of his mistake, he rushed to call his hyungs, asking them how to make things better. When you finally came back, to finish moving out, Jungkook sat on your bed, thinking. “Y/N~! You’re back! Oh thank god! I thought I lost my best friend!!” he exclaimed before he leaped up to hug you.

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“Hyung?”

The hand on his knee, stilling his movements and the voice of the younger was enough to earn a grunt from the blonde haired man.

“You’ve been distracted all afternoon and now you’re fidgeting? Did something.. Happen the other night?”

The other night? What was Namjoon talking about. His left leg moved on its own trying to tap his heel to the ground once again. This time firm pressure pressed his foot to the floor and he was fully pulled back from the recesses of his mind.

“Nothing happened the other night.”

Namjoon had to be referring to the night that they had gone out which meant he wasn’t too far off the mark but he wasn’t thinking about that night. No, his thoughts kept floating back to the message he had received after work, way too early in the morning for someone who sleeps during the day. It had been an annoyance then and it still was once. This time though, Yoongi was annoying himself for not being able to ignore it. He was curious. What could Kim Taehyung possibly want to discuss? Hang out? No, it all seemed too weird. Yoongi had given the man a place to crash nothing more nothing less.

“A-are you sure, Yoongs?”

Instantly dark eyes were glaring at Namjoon and he recoiled,

“Hyung.”

So, he was not in the mood to entertain that nickname. Prickly today are we. Most of the time Yoongi would just ignore it but not when he was irritable. Tossing his pen on the coffee table, they were working on fixing some lyrics for a few of the tracks Namjoon was working on and Yoongi’s respectively. He didn’t have much time before he had to go to work but it was enough to get some things done. Well, enough if he could stop wondering about a certain text that kept niggling at the back of the mind every time he was about to put his pen to paper.

“I just don’t understand what he wants.”

Namjoon raised a brow at the man sitting next to him before he chuckled. It wasn’t quite like his hyung to be this dense.

“Another roll in the hay? Come on, Yoongi-”

“What? Another?”

Now, Namjoon was lost.

“Who the hell says roll in the hay anymore?”

Namjoon pointed a finger at himself but it was almost as if in question. Yoongi rubbed the stubble growing in along his cheeks and jaw since he hadn’t actually shaved in technically two days and he probably wouldn’t tomorrow either.

“So… you didn’t have sex…” He trailed off with his question, not really sure to go with this conversation since they both seemed to be getting confused.

Yoongi rested his forearms on his knees and raised his head up to look at his friend. He blinked a few times before finally sighing.

“No, we slept in the same bed and that is all. Well he might have been naked but it doesn’t matter. Nothing sexual happened. I don’t think sleeping with Jungkook’s best friend is the wisest decision even if he is-” Yoongi was rambling and he needed to stop. Cutting it off abruptly seemed just as good as a way as any. A lot of the damage was already done though.

“So, you are attracted to him. Hmm…”

The way the younger was looking at him had Yoongi narrowing his eyes. He didn’t like that inquisitive gleam in the others eye.

“No, I mean yes but no. No, Joon stop.”

“But-”

“He’s pretty.” The words were mumbled but Namjoon could hear him loud and clear. He nodded in agreement. Kim Taehyung was very pretty.

“I’m really seeing the problem here hyung. He was into you at the club.”

“He was drunk.”

“So his eyes don’t work? Bullshit, he knew you prior to being inebriated.”

Yoongi looked away from the younger, not wanting to see the truth let alone hear it. Hanging his head between his knees he groaned as Namjoon continued to rattle on with Pro-con list that was really just a pro list.

“Taehyung, that’s his name right?” A small grunt in acknowledgement and the younger continued, “Taehyung is contacting you even after you shot him down that night and just slept in your bed.”

His head shot up with a glare directed at his friend for knowing him too well.

“How do you know I shot him down? That he even tried something? He could have passed out before walking through the door.”

This only warranted a good chuckle from the man on the opposite side of the couch from him. Namjoon pulled his leg up onto the cushion as he turned towards his hyung, smirking.

“We’ve been friends for years hyung, I know you and I’m good at reading people. Those wrinkles in your brow tell me that the guy definitely tried to get in your pants at least once that night.”

He huffed before stretching out on the couch and leaning his head back against it.

“He may have tried a thing or two.”

Another deep chuckle filled the space between them and made Yoongi want to curl further into himself. He could never hide anything from the younger, which was probably why the man was his best friend. They had both seen each other through some rough times, Yoongi more so than the other but regardless neither of them had disappeared. Kim Namjoon was definitely the person who knew him best and at times he might even say better than his own self.

“Mhmm… So, like I was saying. I don’t see the problem. What did he text or call you about?”

“It’s Jungkook’s best friend.”

“Your point?”

“His best friend.”

A long silence stretched between them and Yoongi could feel the annoyance rolling off of Namjoon in waves. Heaving a sigh, he rolled his head to the right and opened his eyes so he could see his friend who was pinning him with an intense stare.

“Joon-”

“Don’t. I can’t even believe we’re going to have this conversation hyung. What the fuck does it matter who the guy is? Why are you tiptoeing still around Jungkook’s feelings? He’s made himself clear time and time again. Do what makes you happy. Not him. You. Be happy, Yoongs.”

“It’s not that serious, Joon.”

A sharp inhale of breath as Namjoon’s fingers pinched the bridge of his nose, he held it in for awhile before letting out the breath slowly. It wasn’t often that he got worked up but he had certain triggers. Jeon Jungkook was one of them.

“I wouldn’t have slept with him even if he had no relation to Jungkook.” Yoongi rushed to say in hopes of aiding to find the youngers zen. Despite the topic at hand and how frustrating it could be for Yoongi, he wasn’t nearly as upset as he used to get. Namjoon only meant well, he knew this. If anything he hurt knowing that this upset the younger so much.

“Elaborate.”

“You saw him, he was so wasted he couldn’t even see straight let alone walk straight. You know I’m not interested in taking advantage even he showed some interest prior to being that inebriated. Plus he seemed about ready to have a mental breakdown over the thought of us actually having sex.”

Yoongi watched from one eye as the younger let the information marinate and decide if he was smelling more bullshit or not. After a moment Namjoon came to the conclusion that it wasn’t utter bullshit.

“That’s fair but it doesn’t explain anything going forward. What did Taehyung say?”

Yoongi slid his hand into the front pocket of his jeans and pulled out his phone. Sliding open the lock screen he pulled up his text messages. Looking over the single message he had from Taehyung he shook his head.

“Hyung, you busy later? I need to talk to you. That’s what he said.”

Yoongi could hear Namjoon hum and he wanted to nod in agreement. A silent conversation they seemed to share from time to time. There wasn’t too much context in text but it was enough to show that Yoongi had to make a decision, to see Taehyung once more or to blow him off. There wasn’t really much of a middle ground.

“I just can’t imagine what he possible needs to talk about that he can’t say it over the phone? Even if he left something at my place, he doesn’t need to meet in person. Unless…”

A brow raised as Namjoon leaned closer to Yoongi, curious as to where his thought process was going. Up until that last word, he had been right along with his hyung. There wasn’t much of a reason to need to meet in person. Want was a different story but need, no, none at all.

“Unless?”

Yoongi shook his head and sat up straight once more and ran his eyes over the sheets of paper covering the coffee table.

“I don’t know, that doesn’t make any sense either.”

The younger wanted to prod further but thought better of it. Letting go whatever that unless was behind, he slid his leg over the edge of the couch, foot finding the floor as he scooted to the edge to get back to their original task.

“I’m not sure what he needs to talk about but it’s not like it can hurt, huh?”

Yoongi didn’t respond. He didn’t want to verbalize how he agreed with Namjoon but it was unnecessary, the younger knew he was right. He understood that the elder needed some more time to mull over it. By the end of their work session, Yoongi had decided.

Sexy Leather Hyung 6:41pm: I work every evening from 7pm-7am. We can meet for coffee, tomorrow morning 7:20am at Coffee Beanz.

Sexy Leather Hyung 6:42pm: Don’t be late.

The door jingled with the three gold bells that were attached at the top as the DJ pulled open the to the cafe he tends to frequent after work if he was heading to the studio for what he would call an all-nighter even though the sun will be shining brightly down on the rest of the normally functioning humans bustling about. The smell of roasting coffee fills his nostrils and he immediately feels the stress and fatigue from work being whisked away. The smell of coffee had always been comforting to him, it was like a home away from home considering just how dependent his life tended to be on this one beverage. Freshly roasted coffee beans were his favorite though.

It didn’t take him long to spot Kim Taehyung, his lanky arm was thrown up in the air flagging him down with a wild wave back and forth on repeat. Yoongi bowed his head slightly for the younger to know that he was acknowledged and then he made his way straight ahead towards the counter where a familiar smile was directed at him.

“Morning Yoongi-ssi! Another long day ahead?”

The slightly crooked forest green plastic name tag with white characters engraved displayed the peppy young woman’s name.

“Chae Rim-ah, morning,” He nodded in reply to her question, a small smile being given in return.

The ringlets of her auburn ponytail bounced from side to side as she stopped at the front of the counter to greet her loyal customer. Yoongi had been coming to this cafe for a number of years now that he wasn’t even sure just how long it had been. Chae Rim had worked at Coffee Beanz for just as long however she had been promoted to manager just this past spring. Her name tag also now reflected that in English underneath her name. They had all types of coffee beans from all over the world and some of the most rare selection Yoongi had ever come across. He never used to venture too much outside of what he was used to until he had discovered this niche. Now, it was Chae Rim who would introduce him to a wide variety of coffee he had yet to try and almost always he enjoyed the ones she selected specifically for him. Chae Rim had a talent when it came to coffee. A phenomenal barista she is.

“I hope you don’t work too hard, the bags under your eyes are especially dark today. Hmm? I’ll fix you something that will help, okay?”

Yoongi chuckled but nodded,

“Thanks.”

Another wide smile and the woman turned around to begin fixing up a new concoction for him. She was also always experimenting with different combinations to make new drinks. It had scared Yoongi at first but he had long since grown used to her handing him a drink with a list of ingredients he hadn’t heard in any other coffee shop. Before he turned away, she looked back at him and shooed him away.

“Go sit, I’ll find you once it’s finished.”

He nodded and said thanks once more as a finger reaching up to touch just underneath his eye. Were they really that dark? Yoongi ambled in the direction of the person who had actually caused him to drop by in the morning. Slumping down into the plush dark brown leather chair, the blonde stretched out his legs. That was another thing he enjoyed about this cafe, all the tables were antiques and the chairs a like. It gave a cozy feel to the cafe and often a more comfortable seat as well.

“You made it.” A smile was beaming at Yoongi so bright he thought he might need to pull his sunglasses out of the bag he had just dropped at the side of his seat.

“Good of you to be on time.” he replied gruffly and didn’t hide his expression of obvious confusion as to what the two of them were meeting for.

The smile that beamed so brightly shut off just as quickly as when you click off your high beams at the presence of a car coming towards you. A crease furrowed between Taehyung’s brows and the man wet his lips before setting down the mug of steaming hot coffee that must taste like ice cream with how even Yoongi could smell the sweetness rolling off it.

“Hyung, can you talk to bunny for me?”

If Yoongi had been confused before, he was even more confused now. Did Kim Taehyung really come here to talk nonsense at him? He had always known the younger male to be a little on the odd side but he was just the type to dance to the beat of his own drum without a care in the world what others thought of that. Or that was how he presented himself. Either way, the kid was smart, he generally made cohesive sentence but right now.

“You want me to talk to a rabbit?”

The blonde cocked his eyebrow as he inquired and quietly wondered if he needed to question the others sanity. Recognition of Taehyung’s mistake had flashed in his eyes before he rushed to explain,

“No, no, I mean Kookie. Shit. Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.”

The flustered expression of Kim Taehyung had Yoongi chuckling in amusement. Apparently, he used a lot of nicknames with his best friend and bunny was one of them. It was kind of cute but there was no way in hell that Yoongi would admit to that to anyone. His mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ and he nodded.

“Why would I talk to Jungkook for you-”

“Here you are Yoongi-ssi. Just an old faithful today with a little something extra.” Chae Rim personally delivered his coffee, setting it down carefully as the steam rising off the top indicated how hot the coffee was. Yoongi looked up to the woman and smiled fondly.

“Thank you, Chae Rim.”

She winked and walked off disappearing behind the counter to help out what appeared to be a new worker since Yoongi hadn’t seen them before. Turning back towards the man he was here to meet, Yoongi leaned in and took a whiff of the coffee. It smelled wonderful, black as he typically enjoyed his coffee but there was something else. Another scent he wasn’t quite sure he could place at the moment. He would need to taste but sadly in a few minutes. A scalded tongue was never his favorite thing to acquire.

“You two.. Seem familiar.”

It wasn’t a question but a statement even if the undertone was asking for the other male to elaborate.

“I frequent this cafe often.”

“I see.”

Yoongi’s eyes watched as some gears appeared to be turning in the younger man’s head. Propping his elbow on the table he rested his chin on his hand.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking but I promise you whatever it is, it’s wrong.”

He spoke the words dryly but firmly and it brought Taehyung back to the present. He at least had the good will to look a little bad about the conclusions he was drawing over a five second interaction.

“Sorry, she’s pretty.”

Yoongi nodded in agreement, Chae Rim was but not his type.

“And married.”

Shock splashed in Taehyung’s face, whatever he had been thinking was now squarely squashed. A smirk spread across Yoongi’s thin pink lips. This boy could get distracted so easily.

“Back to the topic. You’re Jungkook’s best friend, why would I talk to him? I haven’t spoken to him in years.”

“8 weeks.”

“What?”

Yoongi pulled his coffee cup back from his lips just before he was going to take a sip and stared at the raven haired man across from him.

“You haven’t spoken in eight weeks.”

Wetting his lips, he put the warm mug against his lips and took a sip of his coffee before slowly setting it down. He let the taste wash over him and for a moment he thought that Chae Rim had just been teasing him but nope, at the last moment there it was, a kick. Cayenne pepper maybe? Either way it was a little something extra and not bad at all. Yoongi wanted to comment to her on it but Taehyung’s words brought him back to their discussion.

“How do you know-”

Raising a hand he waved it back and forth telling the other to forget the words he had just said. It didn’t matter.

“We talked briefly… eight weeks ago but that doesn’t change anything. What’s going on Taehyung? I know we had been close but it’s been a long time. Why is Jungkook mad at you?”

“I’m not sure mad is the right word.”

The more Taehyung spoke, the more that Yoongi got lost in a maze of what was being said to him. He didn’t understand a damn thing and he was starting to grow annoyed. He could be in his bed right now, getting at least a few hours sleep before he needs to meet Joon. Instead he’s here talking to Jungkook’s best friend who wanted to talk about god knows what that didn’t have anything to do with him.

“If he’s not mad, then you shouldn’t have a problem talking to him.” The words were edged with impatience. Yoongi watched as the Taehyung fiddled with his fingers, picking at his nails and biting on his bottom lip.

“… Tae…”

The softness in his voice, surprised even himself but it looked like some of Taehyung’s tenseness relieved, even if just a tiny bit. Yoongi didn’t understand what was going on but it was clear that whatever had occurred between the two was really bothering Taehyung. A small part of him wanted to help Taehyung but the other part didn’t really want to get involved. He had always fixed Jungkook’s problems in the past and this was hitting a bit close to home. Though, he supposed this wasn’t actually fixing Jungkook’s problem so much as it was help Taehyung’s problem. Or that was how his brain was rationalizing letting him extend a helping hand.

“I-I think I, we- I mean I hurt him.”

His head was spinning, how much more confusing could the kid get? Did he just say, we? Yoongi was so lost. Maybe Taehyung meant him and another person. Yeah, that could be the case. He could work with that.

“We? What did you guys do? I mean, Taehyung, you don’t need to tell me. I don’t really want to know but,” Yoongi let out a big sigh before he rushed the last words one right after the other so he couldn’t take it back.

“you can tell me if you want. I’ll try to help.”

And there it was, that helping hand that he knew better than to offer. Too late. Always too late. This was what he did. Dark brown round orbs rose until they met his and the relief that swam in there was so evident that it made it hard to regret his decision to help. He picked up his coffee and began to take a large swallow than last time. He would need to stop by and talk with Chae Rim to let her know his thoughts on it.

“Really hyung, you’re the best!”

Yoongi coughed and lowered his eyes to his the black liquid in his cup and muttered,

“Uh, sure, if I can that is.”

He could sense that a smile was back on the others face but Yoongi refused to look up. He felt a little embarrassed at the response that he was receiving for offering something so simple. Kim Taehyung is cute. Pretty darn cute.

“Oh shit!”

The curse flew out of those cute lips and had Yoongi whipping his head up to meet the eyes of the younger. Taehyung was looking at the clock on his phone and scrambling to drink the last of his deathly sweet beverage and shove his phone into his pocket.

“I gotta go. I’m gonna be late for work. I’ll text you later.”

The younger male was standing before Yoongi could even blink, a bright as the sun smile plastered to his face once more and this time the elder couldn’t take his eyes away.

“Thank you again, Yoongi hyung! See you soon.”

The corners of Taehyung’s eyes crinkled just slightly as he seemed to smile even wider before rushing out the cafe door. Leaving Min Yoongi staring blankly at the spot the man had just stood in. He blinked a few times before running his hand over his face and clearing away the image. Then he turned to his coffee and figured he might as well finish the rest of it before heading to the studio. Yoongi didn’t spend his remaining time there thinking about Kim Taehyung. He didn’t think about that boxy smile or the deep richness of the others voice that may rival his own and he most certainly didn’t think about how the man might just be the personification of the sun itself. He didn’t think about it at all.

Kim Taehyung 1:23PM: May I drop by tonite?

Kim Taehyung 1:23PM: Shit, u work right

Kim Taehyung 1:24PM: Breakfast? Uh I mean my breakfast up dinner

Namjoon side-eyed Yoongi’s phone once more. It wasn't often that the others phone rang while they were working. Generally, Yoongi kept it on silent but even if he didn't unless it was Namjoon, Seokjin or his brother he didn't get many text messages throughout the day. Yoongi hadn't even noticed, he had his headphones on and had been mixing some beats for the last hour. Namjoon on the other hand could actually feel the phone vibrating on the surface and decided he had enough. Or more like he was curious who kept bothering his hyung.

Pressing his index finger into Yoongi’s bicep, he had to do so three times before he received any type of response. The headphones came off and an annoyed, “What?” filled the quiet of the room. Namjoon tossed the iPhone over to the blonde and nodded,

“It won’t shut up.”

As if to prove Namjoon’s point, the phone vibrated in Yoongi’s hand and a notification popped up on the front of his screen.

Kim Taehyung 1:25PM: I’ll provide the food ;)

Yoongi’s brow furrowed as he wasn’t understanding the preview of his latest message. He quickly selected the open button and read all of the messages that had been sent to him within the span of a couple minutes. He shook his head slightly while grinning at his phone. Taehyung might be a little high strung and a bit of a dork. Namjoon’s gaze observed Yoongi like a hawk. He didn’t miss the slight grin that his hyung gave while catching up on his missed messages.

Sexy Leather Hyung 1:26PM: Be at my place by 5:30

His fingers hovered over the keypad, hesitating on erasing the entire message and starting over. He almost did three times before finally he hit the send button and then shoved his phone in his pocket. Raising his gaze back to the younger,

“There I replied, it shouldn’t bother you any more.”

A buzz muffled by his jeans pocket could be heard by both Yoongi and Namjoon, causing the elder to scratch the back of his neck and then play with a few of the hairs at his nape before finally clearing his throat and looking off to the side. Namjoon on the other hand was just observing his hyung.

“Uh huh… Go ahead hyung, check it.”

“Nah, Joon. It’s not important.”

“Hmm…” Namjoon hummed as he brought his focus back to what he had originally been working on.

“That’s why you were smiling at your messages.” He muttered under his breath but Yoongi chose to ignore it. He also chose to ignore his text message that he was sure to be from Taehyung. It surely was a silly emoji or something, the kid seemed the type. Work ran much smoother after that and the two artists actually made some progress. It was a good day.

“Hyung, wanna go grab some pork belly? It’s on me.”

Yoongi was standing by the door already slipping on his shoes as Namjoon was stretching over by the couch. A shake of his head was answer enough but the elder decided to verbalize it as well.

“Sorry Joonie, I have to get back home.”

The younger looked confused especially since he offered to pay and it was a rare treat when the younger male was paying. Yoongi tended to pick up the tab more often than not and that was often because the man was so sneaky and quick at grabbing it. He rarely let Namjoon pay for anything. If he offered ahead of time though, Yoongi would begrudgingly let him pay.

“You never turn up a free meal if I offer.”

Trying not to make a big deal out of it, the blonde shrugged his shoulders and reached for the door handle.

“Next time? I have plans.”

“Plans? Hmm…”

Neither one said anymore on the matter. Namjoon was curious but he let it go and Yoongi wasn’t going to give any more away right now. It was clear so the topic dropped, instead Namjoon nodded. He grabbed his wallet that he had taken out of his pocket earlier and slid it into jeans pocket before following his hyung. They locked the door behind them and then went their separate ways upon stepping out of the lobby.

“See you later hyung.”

“See ya, Joon.”

If it wasn’t for the fact that Jungkook had tried to make himself breakfast this morning he wouldn’t have realized that the inside of his refrigerator was actually pretty full. Any by full he meant there was one egg in the carton, one banana milk, some cheese that he wasn’t sure was expired and wasn’t sure he wanted to risk it either and that was it. His refrigerator was quite the opposite of full but that is what happens when you hole yourself up in your apartment and only order pizza and soda for delivery for a week when you were supposed to have gone to the grocery store a week ago. Tonight that left him with at the bare minimum a trip to a convenience store in a different part of town since he had a hair appointment. When even your boss starts to comment on the length of your locks it’s time to see a barber. Jungkook walked along the bustling sidewalks of Seoul and figured he would just stop at the first convenience store that he came across. It wouldn’t actually take him that long to get home. He could at least pick up a few necessary items and even a box dinner because he was feeling even lazier than yesterday and didn’t want to bother cooking. Maybe he could get up early on Saturday, go to the market and then come home and meal prep for the rest of the week. It was something his old roommate had been into but it worked out surprisingly well. If you could just get over the initial night of cooking for a few hours, the rest of the week went by so smoothly. It was not only healthier but better for his wallet too. Yes, that was the way to go. Just get back in the habit.

Weaving between the busy people on the street, he found a 7-11 within about five minutes of his walk back in the direction of his apartment. The door jingled as he swung it open and stepped across the threshold. A worker greeted him and he bowed his head slightly back in greeting before taking a sharp right and deciding to just browse all the aisles. He had the time and it wouldn’t hurt to grab all the items he may want or need while he was here. Picking up a basket, he slipped his arm through the handles and let it hang. His eyes glazed over the store but blonde hair caught his keen brown eyes and he had to do a double take. Jungkook shouldn’t be so sure, it was the back of his head but Jungkook was sure. That man was none other than Min Yoongi. It made him freeze in his tracks the only thing moving was his eyes as he followed the elder who was moving slowly down one of the aisles. He was pretty sure that the worker in the store was giving him an odd look, he could feel someone’s eyes on him but it definitely wasn’t Yoongi’s and that made him breathe a little bit easier. He quickly realized that he didn’t want to be spotted by the elder. Taking a few steps forward he almost tripped over his own feet but managed to move further into the store and not seem quite as crazy as he was standing in the entrance while his gaze was directed over the aisle that he was in.

Each step that Yoongi took, Jungkook took a step. He was following the man from one aisle over and behind, trailing the elder. Any of the items he was supposed to be picking up had been forgotten about. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the man he was positive was Yoongi even though he didn’t actually have any confirmation yet. Another step and another and another. Before he knew it, he was at the end cap about to wrap around the next aisle. He was just able to catch the profile of the man and everything was confirmed. Yet, here was Jeon Jungkook, still as silent as a field mouse and slowly making his way along, eyes still on Yoongi. The emotions that he was feeling were a jumbled mess. He didn’t really know what he wanted to do and even if he wanted or should say hello he couldn’t get his mouth to work. It was dry like cotton was stuffed in it after you had gotten your wisdom teeth removed. He had always known what to say to his hyung but now that… Now that his best friend and his hyung slept together something had shifted. He was lost and had been for the past week that he hadn’t bothered talking to Taehyung. It wasn’t fair but he just didn’t know what to say to Taehyung and I he didn’t know what to say how could he have a conversation with him. A wave of guilt swam in his stomach and didn’t make it any easier to greet Yoongi. Instead, Jungkook let out a small quiet sigh. What the hell was wrong with him? He wanted to give himself a slap in the face, maybe throw some cold as ice water on himself and wake up. But wake up to what? That, that he wasn’t sure. As he continued his walk through the store, still following his hyung, he didn’t see the stand next to the endcap of another aisle and he stubbed his toe.

“Fuck. Shit. Damn it.”

A string of curse words and much too loud. Jungkook had dropped his gaze from his hyung and was no hopping around and grabbing his foot. As if that was actually going to soothe his toe. That was stupid but somehow it was the reaction he had. After a few seconds he realized the racket he was making and he looked up in the direction of where his hyung should be. Gone. Shit. Where did he go? Hastily, the raven haired boy looked around the store only to find him up at the register paying for his items without a mind to anything else around him. The hammering in his heart that had sped up to an inhuman speed a moment ago began to slow down and he could catch his breath once more. Turning around, he kept his back to Yoongi and waited until the door jingled before he let out a breath and actually paid attention to the surroundings. Looking down, he found a small selection of sanitary napkins. The store worker was staring at him again with an arched brow and then a chuckle. Jungkook’s ears turned bright red. He didn’t even buy anything but dropped the basket back where he got it and darted out of the store.

What a mess that was.

Being as flustered as Jungkook was he had stopped paying attention to where he was going and just let his feet keep moving. His mind was rattled with the embarrassment of being a man standing for so long in the sanitary napkins section, something he shouldn’t ever need especially since he didn’t have a sister nor a girlfriend or wife. Nor would he have any of those things. That was not in his forecast and he was quite alright with that. His mother? Well, she was still struggling with that aspect but hopefully one day she’d be able to come to terms that she wouldn’t be getting a perfect daughter-in-law from him. Perhaps a son-in-law of sorts. Maybe. Who knew? At the rate he was currently going he may just live as a monk on the side of a mountain.

Ducking inside a semi-familiar establishment, Jungkook found himself sliding onto a barstool and ordering a gin and tonic. He hadn’t had one in awhile but now seemed like a good one. Or that’s what Jungkook was trying to tell himself as he blinked in surprise at the drink in front of him. Somehow he had gone on autopilot and was now surfacing. Wrapping his hand around the glass, he picked it up and placed it against his thin lips taking a hesitant sip. He wasn’t really one to drink alone but he was already here. Maybe it would help to clear his head because all he kept seeing was that side profile of Min Yoongi and good lord he looked really good. He never would have thought that blonde hair would be so flattering on the older man. Yoongi was already quite pale as it is, it seemed like the color would just wash him out but it didn’t. The color was closer to a platinum blonde and it worked. It made his dark eyes stand out more and feel more intense than they already were. Hyung had always had such an intense gaze, as if he held all of his emotions behind his eyes. It wasn’t in his body language or facial expression and rarely in his actions. In his eyes though, if you unlocked the secret of how to read the man it was blaringly obvious what he was feeling. Well, if he wanted you to know. Yoongi had always known how to shut down any hints of how he was feeling regardless of who he was around. If he didn’t want you to know, you never knew.

It was the most jarring moment Jungkook had experienced in all of his relationship with the elder. When Yoongi had had enough, the walls shot up, zero to sixty in barely a second. So much so that Jungkook had felt like he had gotten whiplash with the last view of his hyung who walked out the door. Swirling the liquid around his glass, Jungkook continued to stare blankly into the gin, hearing but not actually hearing the clinking of the ice against each other and the glass walls it was encased in. Glancing down to the darkened screen of his phone against the mahogany bar top, he pressed the button on the side of his phone to highlight his lock screen. Let out a sigh and then pressed the button again watching darkness wipe away the image of Yoongi sleeping. Taehyung had set his home screen and lock screen to the same image but Jungkook had never reset it.

Why?

If he was being honest with himself because it reminded him of the good times with his hyung, where everything was perfect, no expectations, no one was hurt or perhaps that was also just him seeing what he wanted to see. Jungkook had never known when Yoongi began to have feelings for him but he never would have thought this is what would become of them. Practically strangers with the link of a friend who was able to invade both of their sheets but in very different lights. Another sigh escaped him and the bartender gave him a pitying look, refilled his glass without asking and moved his way to more chatty customers.

“Waiting for someone special?”

The question even Jungkook could tell was directed at him. There were at least three barstools unoccupied on either side of him. People apparently thinking he was some kind of plague, they were going to catch his depression or something. However, a brave soul had approached. His voice was a little nasally. Raising his eyes from his dark phone to the voice, Jungkook found a man of average height, leaning on the bar next to him, full attention give to Jungkook. He was clean cut, business suit clad fellow like himself. Nothing particular caught his eye but it wasn’t as if the man was hard to look at either.

“Nope.”

The single word was filled his current emotions that didn’t translate easily because he was still a little confused as to what exactly he was feeling. Jungkook turned his attention back to his drink, taking a long swallow before keeping his gaze back on his phone that isn't lighting up with messages from anyone.

He could feel the man’s coal eyes on him but he ignored it. Hoping the other would take the hint. Instead he heard the squeak of a barstool being pulled back and soon the man was sitting next to him. Luckily, the man had the decency to leave one stool in between them. Placing his finger on the rim of his glass, he ran it around and around slowly. It was more for something to do. The man had apparently flagged down the bartender and ordered some type of drink that Jungkook had never heard of before and there it was.

“And a shot of whatever he would like. Seems like he may need it.”

Jungkook shifted awkwardly in his seat. He couldn’t pretend like he didn’t hear because they were close enough and the soft jazz music playing in the background was not nearly loud enough to drown out the other man’s voice. He raised his eyes and smiled awkward.

“Oh, um, thanks but-”

“It’s not a problem. Whatever you like or your next drink.”

The bartender went about making the man’s drink in the meantime but had made eye contact with Jungkook to know that he was ready whenever he was.

“Thanks but it’s okay.”

The business man shrugged and took the martini glass that was placed in front of him.

“Name’s Jinwoo by the way. If you change your mind you know who to tell.” He nodded in the direction of the bartender, offering a genuine smile and then going back to his own martini and maybe work emails. Who knew, Jungkook didn’t but he nodded and said thanks again before looking back at his gin and taking another long swallow. Only leaving a little bit left in his glass. It was extremely appreciated that Jinwoo was giving him his space even if initially he had showed the slightest bit of interest in Jungkook. Frowning into his glass, he might have another gin and tonic. Leaving just to go to an empty apartment wasn’t the most appealing and he couldn’t just drop by Taehyung’s to hang out. At least not until he figured out what he wanted to say to the man. His friend deserved at least that much. Jungkook had never been one to put stock into finding your answers in a drink but perhaps tonight he would.

Raising his arm he flagged the bartender over and ordered another gin and tonic.

“On?”

The question hung in the air, Jungkook knew exactly what he was being asked. Shyly he glanced over to Jinwoo who was swirling his purple martini around before taking another sip. It wouldn’t kill Jungkook to be a little social and liquid courage always helped. Without letting himself think more on it, he pointed towards Jinwoo.

“I’ll take him up on his off, just this one though.”

Two pearly white front teeth began to show, pressing into this bottom lip as his eyes met Jinwoo’s surprised ones. The corners of his lips turned up in a small smile and Jungkook yet again thanked the man. Neither moved closer but the invitation for conversation had been given.

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OSFTSB ~ Ch. 3 Reminisce

Stretching as much as one could on a couch, Yoongi opened his eyes to see another day. His first thoughts unsurprisingly were on the man occupying his bed. Yoongi sat up and ran his hand through his bleached blonde locks a few times before shoving the blanket off completely and standing up. He looked around but didn’t see anyone. Perhaps Jungkook was still sleeping. As if he needed that. It was already bad enough that last night had maybe gazed upon the younger as he slept soundly wrapped up in his sheets for a few moments. A few moments being almost twenty minutes. That was much too long but once his feet had taken him from his bathroom, had drank too much water before bed, and planted themselves on the side of his bed he couldn’t seem to move. It was too easy to get lost in his thoughts and much too easy to take in more of face of a friend that he hadn’t seen in years. A face that he never thought he would ever have to go without seeing at one point in time. A face that belonged to the man who made him feel more than any other person ever had before.

Ignoring his bedroom, he didn’t want to get caught in an awkward position, he walked into the kitchen. Sitting along the bar top was a plate with breakfast already made. His mug was next to the plate, waiting for coffee to be poured into it. A small note was placed next to both, scribbled in handwriting that could only be from one person. Did he leave? That was odd, generally, Yoongi would have to kick the kid out of his apartment but… things were different now. It was something he had to keep reminding himself even though they met again for less than 24 hours. He probably would have to for the next week with or without seeing Jungkook again.

Yoongi hyung,

I wanted to thank you for taking me in last night. I appreciate it more than you know. I tried to make you breakfast since I didn’t want to wake you but you only had eggs and teriyaki spam? in your kitchen. What even is spam? Uh, I probably shouldn’t have written that when I cooked it for you. I promise it tastes good… Maybe… Good luck! Coffee is in the pot and your favorite mug is at the ready. Thank you again. If you ever need anything, call me.

Jungkook

P.S. If you don’t have it, here’s my number.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

If it tastes like shit, it’s not my fault ;)

And there it was that one sentence that made Yoongi’s breath hitch, catching in his throat making him at a loss on how to exhale nor inhale.

If you ever need anything, call me.

Call me.

A hand was extended, previously Yoongi would call it a lifeline but it’s not. He can live just fine without Jungkook, he has been for the last couple of years. He’s known Jungkook since he was eight and they moved to the same neighborhood. They lost contact in school a little bit here and there but not enough to ever lose contact completely or not have the others phone number. Even though Yoongi had cut off contact he had never deleted Jungkook’s phone number. Unless the younger had changed it, he could still contact him. In fact, he almost had a multitude of times. Generally, Namjoon would take his phone away, shaking his head and grumbling and Yoongi thanked him for those moments. The first year was extremely hard but time heals everything doesn’t it?

Sliding onto the barstool, Yoongi picked up the coffee pot and poured himself a cup. It wasn’t hot but it was still warm enough to drink. He re-read the note and couldn’t help but laugh at the way Jungkook’s mind went in so many different directions, exposing himself when he didn’t have to. It was just like the younger. Nothing had changed.

“Why is he so cute?”

He spoke quietly into the air, as his eyes read over the note yet again. Letting out a sigh, he pushed the note to the side and stared at the breakfast that had been made for him. It at least looked edible. The eggs weren’t burnt, they were fluffy yellow eggs. Hm, did he have milk too? It wasn’t as if Yoongi didn’t know what was in his fridge but… he didn’t know what was in his fridge. He hadn’t really been home much the past week, holing up in his studio that he finally was able to acquire a few months ago.

He poked at the teriyaki spam a few times before finally picking it up with his chopsticks and trying it. Chewing the smallest bit, he decided that it wasn’t half bad but also didn’t see the appeal. How was this an American staple? That’s what Namjoon had said as he tossed it in the cart. He was going to have to ask his friend later. The spam had been in his pantry for awhile but tasted fine enough.

Yoongi didn’t finish every speck of food on his plate because Jungkook had cooked him a meal but because he didn’t like food going to waste. With his dishes washed and put away, Yoongi made his way back to the living room to grab his phone hopefully before his alarm went off. He certainly had chosen the most obnoxious alarm there was and it did it’s job. Swiping his iPhone from the coffee table, he quickly turned the impending alarm off and opened up his messages.

Joon 8:02am: Don’t forget I need you here by 9:30

Okay, dad. That’s what Yoongi wanted to reply but didn’t. Instead he replied with,

Me 8:41am: Spam can’t possibly be an American staple.

Scrolling through the rest of his notification, his bare feet padded across the cool hardwood floor to his soft carpeted bedroom. The blonde’s phone vibrated in his hand a moment later. Joon scrolling across the top in notification.

Joon 8:42am: It is dude.

Wait did you finally eat it? Isn’t it like a year old?

Pulling out jeans and a graphic tee, he quickly changed and grabbed the nearest beanie. He didn’t have any fucks to give about his hair. Especially not since he slept on it wet and was sure it looked pretty awful. Picking up his phone from the dresser, he clicked on his friend’s message and promptly snorted. Why the hell else would he randomly mention spam...but had it really been a year? Fuck. He really needed to go to the grocery store. Tonight. He would go tonight.

Shoving his phone in the front pocket of his black jeans, he tugged on his beanie once more before grabbing his keys off the nightstand, slipping on his Air Jordan’s and out the door. Namjoon had been requesting his help with some tracks for a project he had been working on. It was something he only did in his spare time between his own gig at the radio station, his own composing and from time to time a show. It was becoming less and less frequent that he actually did shows at clubs but every now and then or when he had some good new material he’d make an appearance.

Namjoon and him had a few places in their old stomping ground that let them do a set almost whenever they wanted. It was a good time and helped to keep his skills sharp. There would never be anything remotely similar to the feeling on standing on stage, bright lights on you obscuring your view, the heat of the crowd wafting over you tinged with the electricity of their energy from their screams. Nothing could compare, a type of high that was certainly better than any drug he had ever tried back in the day. However, work was work and as much passion as he had for the stage he had in music in general. The way he was living now was good. He was able to do what he loved and still make a comfortable living. No, he wasn’t in some million dollar skyrise but when he often lived in his studio more than his own apartment, that was very unnecessary.

Striding through their studio door, Yoongi kicked the door behind him with his foot and handed over one of the coffees occupying his two hands.

“Did you kill me with that spam?” he grumbled to the man that was hunched over the desk scribbling in his notebook. The laptop was open next to the man but he was still putting pen to paper. Waving the coffee in his friends face, the younger looked up and took the coffee with a nod of thanks.

“So, you did eat it. Nah, you'll be fine. That stuff like never goes bad.”

Yoongi eyed him quietly for a moment as he parked himself on the other chair that was to the left of Namjoon. Crossing his right leg over his left he hummed.

“We know who is responsible if I do.”

Namjoon chuckled before taking a sip of his hot coffee and then leaning his elbow on the desk.

“I’m just surprised you actually cooked for yourself this early in the morning.”

Averting his gaze, Yoongi became interested in the lyrics that Namjoon had just been scribbling so furiously. He grunted in reply but that unfortunately wasn’t enough to fool the younger. They had been friends for much too long for either one of the two men to not know when they were hiding something or not revealing all the details. Sitting up straighter in his chair, Namjoon turned towards his hyung and pinned him with a knowing gaze.

“You cooked for someone?”

He asked the question with rising interest and extra emphasis on the word, someone. Yoongi wished there was a way to escape this, which may have been why he was pulling down on his beanie even more. As if it would be able to hide his entire being and end this conversation. He muttered a no, lips brushing against the straw of his Americano. More coffee he didn’t need but felt that he needed to exist.

“Wait… someone cooked you breakfast? Who?” A large hand clapped Yoongi on the back and sent him rocking forward but not enough to launch him from his seat.

“Min Yoongi finally got some. It’s been how many years now. So, who is she? He?”

Hacking up a lung, Yoongi tried to prevent himself from dying. The mention of his non-existent sex life had sent the bitter liquid down the wrong pipe. He really didn’t need a reminder as to how boring his life is or more like he didn’t want to have this discussion with Joon again. For some reason the younger is always worrying about him and being “all pent up” to which Yoongi would always grimace at. He was fine. He didn’t need to fuck around all the time to remain a human being. Though he couldn’t deny that on some days perhaps if he had he wouldn’t be quite as much as a grump as was.

Waving his hand as indication that Namjoon was wrong, the blonde's eyes squeezed shut as he felt the burn in the back of his throat, coughing a few more times before regaining himself once again.

“No? You didn’t get some? Then what the fuck are you cooking that old as fuck spam for?”

Oddly enough, this comment and Namjoon’s incredulous face just made him laugh. His deep yet soft chuckle filled the space between them. He picked up the notebook that Namjoon was writing in and tapped the page.

“Can’t we just work on this. It’s nothing important.” His words were tinged with just the slightest whine but even that didn’t stop Namjoon. Instead it earned him a lack of response. Tossing the notebook back down he turned to look at his best friend. Well, shit.. He had that look, the one that said I’m not doing anything until we talk about this.

“Maybe I should have added some Bailey’s into this.” Yoongi grumbled to himself, luckily for him Namjoon couldn’t hear because he would have gotten a smack for that. The gaze intensified before the younger sat back in his seat and let out a sigh.

“Jungkook-ah made it. It’s all I had in the house, you know I haven’t been home for days.”

Yoongi rambled more than necessary but he couldn’t help it. He was nervous. The last time they had a conversation about Jeon Jungkook. Well, it hadn’t ended well. Not at all. They didn’t speak for three days which is a record because they generally hear from the other at least once a day. He silently cursed himself for letting the fondness slip out in his voice when he spoke the younger's name.

“Jeon Jungkook?”

Yoongi nodded.

“Our Jeon Jungkook?”

Not daring to look into Namjoon’s eyes, he stared at the words on the page that were just blurring together.

“Mm…”

If crickets were active at 9:30 in the morning then you would be able to hear them in the studio right now. It was dead silent and the longer it stretched the more that Yoongi itched to move. Now he wished in his morning stumble that he hadn’t text the other about the spam. He could feel those deep brown eyes of Namjoon’s peering at him. It was unnerving because he knew that the younger was trying to reign in his emotions. For the most part Namjoon was a very calm soul but, there was always something that pushed another. In this case, Jungkook was his button. Don’t get him wrong, Namjoon also adored Jungkook like a younger brother but said younger brother wasn’t supposed to play with his best friends feelings like a dog toy. Or something like that Namjoon had said to Yoongi before.

“Why was he at your place? I thought you didn’t see him anymore, nor talk to him.”

If anyone were to barge into the studio they would think that the two men were having a lover's spat. It certainly sounded like it, the barely restrained anger in Namjoon’s voice and Yoongi shrinking back at it. He finally looked up and met his best friend’s angry yet worried gaze.

“He was crying Joon-ah. Not once but twice. How could I- I couldn’t turn him away. It’s over though, he left this morning and that’s that.” The blonde felt like he was pleading with his best friend and in a way he kind of was. Pleading with him to calm down and not jump to the conclusions that he could feel the other wanting to jump to but was clinging so hard not to.

The other man took in three calming deep breaths before saying anything more to the one person he cared about more than anyone besides his mother. He placed a hand on Yoongi’s knee and the anger was receding but the worry became ever more present.

“Hyung, you can’t do this again-”

“Do what? I haven’t done anything, Joon!” He didn’t want nor need a lecture right now. Yoongi knew that the younger cared but this wasn’t a conversation he wanted to travel down again. They had been there three years ago, it was shitty then and even worse now.

“Hyung, you know this is how it starts. It’s how it always starts. He runs to you whenever life hits a speed bump, you patch him up and then he ignores your feelings all over again. Don’t put yourself through it again.”

Knocking Namjoon’s hand off his knee, emotion broils in his gut and now he’s the one to needs to find a way to keep his cool. His best friend meant well, he knew that he did but he’s skipping so far ahead in a timeline that’s not even close to that. It’s been three years and Yoongi’s done everything to cut Jungkook out and move on with his life, doesn’t that count for something? Shouldn’t that build some trust that he’s not going to fall into the same trap as before.

“It’s been three years, three fucking years. I’ve cut him out, I didn’t seek him out. Why are you acting like I’m some pathetic groupie that can’t get over a one night stand with their idol?! Do you really have so little faith in me? Shit.” Pushing his chair forcefully out from him, Yoongi stood up and strode across the room so he didn’t have to look at his friend as he pulled off his beanie and threw it onto the couch.

“You’re right, it’s been three years Yoongs and you haven’t so much as had a single relationship that lasted more than a few weeks and don’t you dare lie to me about the reason as to why those ended.”

Namjoon turned his chair around to face his hyung’s back. Neither said anything. Yoongi couldn’t. He knew very well the reason his relationships had failed. He’d never been fully invested in the first place. It was a means to get a certain someone off his back. Those had worked sort of but now it was just being thrown in his face.

A loud sigh sounded from the man sitting down,

“Look, I do have faith in you hyung but he has some type of pull over you that nothing can break. I don’t think i can pick up your pieces again. I don’t think you can either. Please… be careful. That’s all I’m saying.”

Yoongi ran a hand through his blonde locks, taking one breath at a time and finding a way to calm himself once more. Namjoon and him rarely fought but they always fought about Jungkook. What the younger had said wasn’t wrong. He would always give his all to Jungkook, they were close and in ways they seemed like a couple. It was easy to blur the lines and hope for more but it was never anything more. Yoongi was the only one who got hurt, always just him. It honestly was the way he preferred it but that still didn’t make it sting any less.

“I care about you, hyung.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I care about you too. Let just work on those lyrics you got, huh?” He turned around and found his chair again. Pulling it up closer to the desk and picking up his Americano that he had left on the desk in the midst of his rage earlier.

“Alright, I think it’s pretty good but this hook is is lacking something.”

A long finger pointed to the section he was talking about and Yoongi nodded before reading over it for the third time that morning.

“You don’t have his number right?”

“Joon.” Yoongi’s fingers tapped the same spot on the page in warning.

“Alright, alright. I never asked. What do you think?”

The next four hours were spent uninterrupted in the studio and Yoongi would be there for even longer.

Pressing his key into the slot of the lock on his paint peeing green apartment door, Jungkook bit into his bottom lip. The entire way home he couldn’t help but wonder if he had made the right choice. It was honestly too late to be worrying about what was already done. Seeing his hyung again had been a rollercoaster of emotions. However, he welcomed those emotions in comparison to the ones that his ex had left him with.

A part of him would always be happy to see Yoongi. They were such close friends and he never wanted that friendship to end in the first place. It was his fault though, he knew that, understood that. It had taken him much too long to realize that older man didn’t think of him as just as friend. Or didn’t want to anymore. That he had been silently waiting, hoping for things to progress and in some ways they did progress. The two certainly had moments that their friendship bordered going into a new direction. Even still they were so innocent that they could be overlooked and that was exactly what Jungkook had done. Overlooked Yoongi and his feelings.

One could say that, Yoongi had never properly confessed but that would just be another excuse to make himself feel better. There had been plenty of signs, there had been plenty of people telling him as well that his hyung liked him as more than just a friend and maybe it wasn’t ideal but Yoongi had made himself very clear that one night that everything unraveled for them.

“I can’t do this anymore Jungkook-ah.” The words came out in a shuddering breath, so quiet that the Jungkook could almost wonder if he was just imagining the words.

“Do what?”

His stomach rolled over, an odd type of fear and nerves twisted inside of him and hung there like a brick. The way his hyung wasn’t looking at him, the way he spoke those words scared him.

“This! Us! Friendship!” The explosion of words caught the younger off guard as the explosion of words contrasted so much from the quiet words that were spoken just a moment ago. The second that Yoongi raised his eyes to Jungkook’s it was like the dam had broke and all of his emotions flooded out. The amount that those obsidian eyes could hold felt limitless and Jungkook would be lying if he said he didn’t take a step back because they scared him.

“Hyung?”

His words stuck to his throat, he couldn’t finish them let alone form them. What exactly was he going to say? Jungkook didn’t know, he couldn’t think full sentences. All he could do was stare at the eyes that were practically crying out to him to understand, to notice, to finally notice just what the other was doing to his hyung.

“I can’t watch you be with another person who treats you like crap and have you run to me. I can’t help you. I-I can’t watch the way your eyes light up for another… I can’t continue this in between t-thing. Whatever the fuck that is?! I c-can’t just be your rock anymore.”

The words were cryptic but as clear as ice. Jungkook knew what his hyung was saying, it was obvious. So painfully obvious. The way Yoongi was staring at him, like he was the source of his pain but that he would also take that pain tenfold spoke volumes. It was what the other had been doing all along. Reaching out, he went to take his hyung’s hand only to have it snatched away.

“D-don’t touch me. Don’t pretend that you don’t know what that means for me.”

Jungkook stared down at his hand and then the one that Yoongi yanked away as if he was some demon. It would have hurt if Jungkook didn’t feel so numb. So much information was being shoved at him from all different facets and it was too much. He loved his hyung, but he had never seen him in any other light than friendship. Everything his friends had said were right. And to think he had just laughed it off. Laughed about how Yoongi and him could never be in a relationship right in front of him, that it was the funniest thing he had heard. Jungkook had been cruel.

“I care about you hyung.”

“I know you do Jungkook-ah… but not like that right? Never like that.”

The sadness that was reverberating off of Yoongi, wasn’t something that Jungkook could ignore this time. It held him in it’s grips and kept him frozen. He couldn’t utter a single word. All he could do is stare at his hyung who was bleeding in front of him and wish that he had the answers. Pretend that he didn’t see how those eyes threatened to water, something the elder had only allowed him to see but not anymore.

Jungkook took a step forward and Yoongi a step back. Then another step back and another. Finally, the silence that stretched between them, building a wall that Jungkook couldn’t break down let alone stop it from building.

“It’s okay. I didn’t expect you to anyway. I meant what I said though. I can’t do this anymore.”

Yoongi wouldn’t look at him, Jungkook wanted him to but the reason why was selfish. He knew that if Yoongi would just raise his eyes, that he’d take those words back. That they could fix this and go back to how things were. He willed the elder to but Yoongi didn’t. Instead he turned away.

“I wish you happiness, it’s all I’ve ever truly wanted for you. Sorry, Jungkook-ah.”

The click of the door was the last thing that Jungkook heard and what snapped him back to the present .

“Finally!”

The loud baritone voice made Jungkook jump and he quickly wiped at his eye in hopes of removing any evidence of the rocky emotional state he was in. Turning towards the right, his apartment was small. As soon as you walked in the door you had the kitchen to the left, living room to the right, further ahead was a very small dining room right next to the kitchen and if you walked through the living room to the right there was a hallway with two bedrooms and one bathroom.The nice thing was he had a balcony. His place to escape from life and enter his own little world. His best friend was promptly on his couch, arm hanging along the back of it with him looking up at Jungkook. The flickering of images from the TV could be seen but the volume had been muted as soon as the owner walked through the door.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have given you a set of keys.”

Taehyung scoffed as he waved the younger over. Jungkook rubbed his jaw before tossing his keys and wallet onto the small table at the entranceway, trudging over sullenly. He wasn’t looking forward to this chat but maybe he should have replied to the other earlier and then he wouldn’t have to.

“Where’d you go last night? Not h-” Immediately Jungkook interjected with a firm,

“No.”

Widening his eyes slightly, the raven haired man patted the empty space on the couch next to him. Jungkook sunk right into the cushion and let out a long sigh.

“O-kay, so not there… then where? You don’t really do one night stands even though I’ve told you over and over you should get your rocks off some. It’s a great way, no strings and they leave immediately after or morning of if you like to snuggle. You’re totally a snuggler. I mean any time we sleep together it’s like trying to get out of a choke hold-”

“Tae... “ Jungkook raised his hand in motion to stop his friend from continuing his ramblings. The man always got distracted so easily.

“Why do you think I got laid anyway? It’s been a few days.”

“Right, it’s been a few days so you might need-” A hand covered Taehyung’s mouth and Jungkook looked at his friend incredulous, where did he get this type of sexual appetite from and why was he projecting it onto him? Sometimes he really couldn’t handle Taehyung.

“Since the break… break up. Is your mind always in the gutter?” He removed his hand and was shaking his head in disbelief. Looking a little sheepish, Taehyung shrugged his shoulders.

“I know what works for me but really Kookie. I know you needed some time alone but I’m worried about you.”

“I know, Tae. I know. I didn’t mean to worry you. I just didn’t want to talk and I know you’re still curious so no I really didn’t go home with anyone last night.” He paused as the words that just left his mouth played again in his mind, that wasn’t quite true.

“I mean I went home with someone but nothing happened.”

Taehyung began twirling a strand of his hair around his finger as he stared mouth agape at his friend. Trying to decipher what that just meant. Jungkook stretched out his legs and threw his head back on the couch. Another conversation he wasn’t sure he wanted to start with his best friend but he didn’t really have much of a choice.

“Who the hell would take you home but not fuck you, except me and your mom?”

Jungkook grimaced at the mention of his mother in the same sentence of him being fucked. Sometimes the other really didn’t think about his words before saying them.

“Ew. Please for the love of god and everything holy do not ever include my mom in the same sentence of me fucking. Ew, ew, ew.”

Pressing his cheek into the couch, Jungkook opened an eye and stared at his friend who looked genuinely regretful over those words.

“It sounded better in my head.”

“Everything does.” He grumbled only to receive Taehyung’s fingers on his left nipple through his shirt, twisting it. Jungkook smacked his hand hard.

“Fuck Tae, that hurt!”

“Good.” The giggles that came from Taehyung were unfortunately infectious and a second later Jungkook was laughing too. The elder certainly was one of the most unique people that Jungkook knew but he was also one of the most caring. He was really lucky to have the man in his life.

“Really, though who would take you home and not fuck you… unless it’s Yoongi hyung… Hmm…” Taehyung was doing what he did best, speaking his thoughts aloud, not really expecting an answer. Except, Jungkook became very quiet. So quiet that he was trying to silence his breathing without actually not breathing. It took a moment but Taehyung raised his eyes up to the younger and tilted his head to the side as he peered curiously at Jungkook.

“Kookie… what aren’t you telling me? Fuck! It was really Yoongi hyung? Shit?! How is he? Was he wearing that leather jacket he always used to wear? Man, he was hot in that leather jacke-”

“Hyung!”

A large hand waved in front of the elders face, to hopefully bring his back down to earth. It caught his attention enough to stop rambling and really look at his friend again.

“Yeah, it was Yoongi hyung and he’s fine I guess?” It came out as a question because neither of them really talked much about how they were presently. And… well, obviously Jungkook wasn’t doing so hot at the moment.

“He looked good, lost some weight I think. No leather jacket. He’s blonde. Like really blonde, almost platinum. It suits him oddly. A lot, it suits him a lot.” As he brought to mind the image of Yoongi he had been with not too long ago, his eyes looked dreamlike and Taehyung smiled as he gazed at his best friend. Placing a hand on the younger’s through brought his attention back to the present and the person in front of him.

“You missed him, huh?”

Jungkook quietly contemplated the question. Rolling around the words missed him on his tongue. The couch dipped as he repositioned himself, moving Taehyung’s hand and laying his head in his hyung’s lap.

“Mm…”

It was the most of an answer that Taehyung was going to get and for once he didn’t pry. His hand instantly went to the younger's head as he threaded his fingers through the golden brown locks. It was quiet for a few moments, Taehyung let his friend get lost in his thoughts and he traveled down his own.The two men could lie like that for hours, Taehyung had a habit where he had to be touching someone at all times just about if they were close enough friends. He specifically loved playing with another's hair. It had gotten him in trouble when he was in grade school not noticing that he kept playing with the girl’s hair that sat in front of him every day.

“You came back pretty early, was it too awkward?”

Jungkook’s eyes had long closed, as the tendrils of peace relaxed every muscle of his body from his head down to the tips of his toes. He loved having someone run their fingers through his hair. Maybe it stemmed from his childhood, where his mother would do so from time to time, especially when he couldn’t fall asleep. Jungkook wasn’t really sure but it relaxed him in a way that nothing else could quite match.

“Kind of? I mean at first but-”

“You were thinking too much again.”

The brunettes chest shook with mild laughter, his best friend knew him too well. He nodded in reply and began biting his bottom lip. A nervous tick he could never seem to break. Taehyung’s large hand stopped playing with Jungkook’s hair and cupped his face, thumb caressing his cheek.

“I felt...feel. I feel bad you know. I was completely selfish, again, last night. I shouldn’t have gone there.” He inhaled a shaky breath before continuing. Trying to push down all the feelings of guilt that were rushing over him once more. The man hummed to let the other know that he was listening and it was okay to continue when he was ready.

“But Tae, he just welcomed me in. No questions… heh, well there were questions but you know how hyung is. He didn’t pry.”

The raven haired man nodded his head but realized the other couldn’t see his acknowledgement. Continuing to caress the other's cheek he leaned down and pressed his lips to Jungkook’s forehead.

“Kookie, it’s okay to feel happy about that. It’s okay that you went over there.”

“It’s not okay, hyung. I shouldn’t have gone.” The firmness in Jungkook’s voice was as solid as an aged oak tree whose roots sink deep into the earth for miles and miles. It made Taehyung sigh. The man was so stubborn.

“Kookie, you can’t beat yourself up forever for what happened.”

“Yes-”

“Yes, you fucked up. You fucked up royally Jungkook and I’m still baffled as to how you didn’t realize his feelings for you. Especially, when you two went around being boyfriends.”

“We didn’t go around like that.” Jungkook’s words cut in so fast that Taehyung gave him a judging glare and the younger returned that glare with one of his own.

“Well, you could have fucking fooled me and every poor soul that walked by.”

Jungkook turned over on his side, arms crossed over his chest as he huffed. This might have been one of the reasons why he had never noticed anything. Everything was so comfortable with Yoongi that it just felt like the norm. They always seemed to fall in line with the other but they had known each other for many years, it would be strange if they didn’t… Right?

Sometimes Jungkook wasn’t so sure about that. Now wasn’t one of those times.

“Bunny, “

“Don’t call me that.” He swatted Taehyung’s hand away from his head. The elder ignored it and went back to twirling some of his hair around his long finger.

“Bunny, stop pouting. Admitting it doesn’t make you any less of a person, you know. In fact it makes you more of a person. We all know, even Yoongi hyung knows that you didn’t do it on purpose and neither did he. Just, stop feeling guilty. It’s been three years, you felt like shit, you apologized. It’s time to let it go.”

Only silence from the person lying in Taehyung’s lap. It didn’t bother the elder, he knew that Jungkook needed some time to marinade over those words. And he would. He would think about it for the rest of the day and the next as well.

“He let you in, that’s a good thing. Who knows, maybe this break up with Hoseok could mend your friendship.”

“Ugh, do you have to mention that dick’s name?”

Taehyung’s baritone voice broke out in a soft rumble which earned him a smack to the thigh from a very petulant Jungkook.

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just amusing to hear you refer to him like that when just the other week it was these sickeningly sweet honey bun eyes.”

Honey bun eyes? Where did his friend even come up with these comparisons. What did that even mean? Well, Jungkook could figure out what his hyung meant but any one else would be confused. He rolled his eyes at that description.

“How are you holding up, hmm?”

He sighed.

“I’m here aren’t I?”

Taehyung frowned. That wasn’t the answer he wanted. He knew that it really had only been a few days since the breakup occurred but he still wanted his friend to bounce back as soon as possible.

“He never even told me he loved me but he said it to whoever that was.”

Taehyung let out a string of profanities mixed in with words that Jungkook wasn’t really sure who or what had come up with. The grip on his hair was growing more and more taut.

“Ah, ah, shit hyung that hurts!”

Taehyung looked down and saw that in his anger of the man who had hurt his best friend he had unintentionally been about to pull Jungkook’s hair out of his skull. He let go immediately and kissed the spot a few times.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry. I just want to beat the shit out of Jung Hoseok. What a fucking asshole.”

“Yeah, hyung I know....”

And he did know. Jungkook knew all too well but that didn’t change how he felt about the man. He couldn’t just stop caring like the flick of a light switch. Man, did he wish he could. It would make everything easier. Instead he his wounds continued to bleed and sometimes he licked them clean other times he opened them further. His phone was still littered with remnants of their relationship. The five million selcas the man always made him take, the cute videos he’d send Jungkook in the morning to wake up to. The sweet words he’d say at night before they went to bed, if they didn’t talk all night on the phone. He hadn’t found the will to delete them yet. To let go.

He whispered, “I-I still wait for him to come back and say those words to me hyung.”

It’s stupid. He knows. He knows that it’s over. That it had apparently been over and he was the only person to not know. He knows that he’s only hurting himself more by clinging onto this impossible hope but Hoseok had made him happy. It’s just too hard to toss all those memories in the trash like yesterday news. Even if Hoseok had already done as such to him.

A warm hand gripped his arm and rubbed it gently.

“Have you heard from him?”

A small nod, could be felt against Taehyung’s thigh. Wetness was staining the elder’s jeans, one drop at a time but neither said anything about it.

“Once.”

Jungkook hadn’t been ready to tell Taehyung about this which was why he had been ignoring his hyung’s messages for the last few days. Sliding his hand into his pants pocket, Jungkook fished out his phone and then held it up for Taehyung to take. Once he did, Jungkook brought his hand in towards his chest, silently wiping away his tears with his index finger.

Taehyung unlocked the others phone, they knew each other's passcodes and even if they didn’t it generally only took a few tries before the boys were able to figure out what it had been changed to. Opening up his messages, the raven haired man found Hoseok’s and opened it to reveal a single message the same night that Jungkook found out he had been cheated on.

Hoseok 12:43am: Jungkook-ah, I know that there isn’t anything I can say to excuse what happened or what I did but I want to apologize for letting you find out in such a way. I won’t ask for forgiveness but know that I wish for your happiness. I’m sorry that it can’t be with me.

There was no reply, which Taehyung was glad his dongsaeng didn’t reply. There honestly wasn’t much you could say to such a message. It was a very clear cut, we’re over and there’s no need for us to keep in contact anymore. It was honest but still shitty. Feeling a squeeze to his arm, Jungkook took comfort in his hyung.

“Come up here, Kookie.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice, Jungkook placed a hand on the edge of the couch and pushed himself up and then let Taehyung stretch out so that he could lay with him. Laying his head down on his hyung’s chest, Taehyung’s arm wrapped around him immediately.

“He’s an asshole. Cry today but don’t waste your tears on him after today. You deserve so much better.”

The brunettes nodded, his hair swaying to the left and then the right and Taehyung brushed his hair out of his eyes. He pressed his lips to the top of Jungkook’s head for the second that morning and he would for as many times as the younger needed. Smoothing those silky locks down over and over, Taehyung felt every shake of the younger's shoulders as he cried. Letting out all of the emotions he just couldn’t seem to shake. Letting go of the memories he had built with a man he had fallen for. Letting go of every sweet nothing, touch, kiss. Everything that was Jung Hoseok and what he meant to Jungkook in his heart of hearts.

This wouldn’t fix everything but it was the start that he needed to move on. Holding on was fruitless and showing that message to Taehyung had been the way of putting the final nail in the coffin that was his relationship and hope. The two stayed on the couch, Jungkook wrapped in his hyung’s embrace for a few hours. Eventually the tears dried up and just the comfort of having someone that cared for him filled in the gap.

“You really slept with Yoongi and nothing happened? Should’ve tapped that.”

Jungkook wouldn’t deny nor confirm that the indentations in Taehyung’s sun kissed skin that looked suspiciously like teeth were his.

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