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1: the confession // series m.list

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The library is your favourite place.

At least, that is until your predictable love for it comes to a disadvantage. May your tranquil moments alone rest in peace as your friends corner and gaslight you to leaving your sanctuary. Sometimes, it’s for parties. Other times, it’s for something stupid like driving to the next town to watch a movie at their theatre because their theatre chairs recline better.

You won’t have it this time.

No way. You have so much work to do!

"Oh, come on! Please, ___?” Hobi begs. “Come tonight! It'll be fun!" Suddenly, he’s clinging to your arm, making it harder for you to ignore him. You try shaking him off, but he pouts at you and clings on even tighter.

“Hobi,” you whine. “Go to the party if you wanna go. Jimin said he’d meet you there! And Nam Joon, and Taehyung, Jin, and even Yoongi!”

“But I want you to come!” He cries. “I need someone to keep count of my drinks—”

“Use a marker and tally it on your arm.”

“But then what if I need to throw up—”

“Then throw up.”

“... Jungkook will be there!”

You blink at him.

“So?”

Hobi lets go of your arm and raises a brow at you. “What do you mean so? Isn't he your boyfriend?”

His accusation has you tongue-tied. This is the first time you’ve ever heard such an absurd thing! Jungkook became a part of the friendgroup after you. He’s the newbie. Actually, he has a whole other set of friends aside from you guys. Why? Because he’s cool. That’s it. Everyone on campus knows him and truth be told; he deserves his hype. He’s good-looking, kind, and a little weird (in a good way). He’s funny and smart (but not in an obnoxious way)... He’s just… Kind of good at everything? It intimidates you and often leaves you daydreaming.

Come to think of it, everything happens by coincidence. Yours and his lectures usually start and end around the same time. Not to mention that he also loves the library! He usually walks you home after your study sessions. But, yeah… Aside from these things—you and Jungkook aren’t actually that close.

“W-what? I’m not dating Jungkook! Doesn’t he have a girlfriend?” you ask, careful not to sound too noisy.

Hobi shakes his head. “Girlfriend? Yeah… You.”

Your eyes widen.

In a panic, you hiss at Hobi. “Don’t start rumours! That’s embarrassing for him to be associated with me—”

“Oh shut up,” Hobi laughs. “Do not get all insecure and pick me when the campus crush has literally been drooling over the past few weeks. Everybody knows. Everybody talks about it! Besides, they talk about him being all lovestruck—not you! So, spill it. What did you do, huh? Did you manifest it or some shit—”

“With all the time I spend in class, work, and the library… You think I have time to manifest?” you chuckle at him, ultimately trying to dismiss his suspicion.

Hobi rolls his eyes at you.

“For someone who reads fanfics and book loads of romance stories… You’re dense as fuck.”

Tilting your head at him, you try to find the words to defend yourself and fail.

He’s right.

You are dense.

But that never hurt anyone before… So why does it matter?

“Earth to ___?” Hobi waves his hands to your face. You blink, brushing your thoughts away. Offering him a tired smile, he looks at you weirdly. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you exhale. “Why?”

“You’re blushing like crazy,” he teases, poking your cheek. Your hands fly to your cheeks. He’s right. They feel warm and the sudden embarrassment just made you feel even more flustered. Then, he nudges you.

“Get it together!” Hobi mutters, “Your boyfriend is coming!"

Turning your head, you see Jungkook making his way through the doors. He has his backpack on one shoulder and his eyes glued to his phone. Like muscle memory, he turns his heels and walks toward your direction.

“Oh my god,” you hit Hobi’s arm. “Why did you plant these thoughts when he’s literally—”

“Plant thoughts? Babes, it’s reality. Helllooooo?” Hobi sings, tauntingly.

You pout at him, unable to take this lighthearted.

Then, before you know it, Jungkook approaches you.

He pulls the seat next to you out and settles in. After offering a fist bump to Hobi, he quickly leans his body over and places his hand on your knee. He’s always done this but why was it suddenly so different now? Was it always like this and you never noticed until now? Until Hobi…

Wow…

“Hey, you.” Jungkook greets you warmly.

“... H-hi.”

He gives you a weird look. You avoid his eyes in return. Clearing his throat, he asks, “Why aren’t you packed up yet? Aren't we going to the party?”

Jungkook eyes your spread of notes on the table. You clunch your iPad closer to you and shrug. “We? It’s you. Aren’t you going to the party?”

Jungkook returns your question with a grin. “No. Us. You, specifically. You, especially.”

“Yeah, ___!” Hobi chimes cheekily. “Aren’t you going to the party?”

Hesitantly, you shake your head.

“N-no… I have too much work to do. Here! I’ll just—” you pause your sentence and reach for Hobi’s arm. Pushing his sleeve up, you take the sharpie from your pencil case and write on his arm.

If piss drunk, please return to ___.

(xxx) xxx-xxxx <3

Hobi reads it sideways and yanks his arm back.

“I hate you,” he utters. With laser eyes, he glares at Jungkook. “Tell her you’re coming to the party. Drag her to come! She’s always here! Homework can wait for tomorrow!”

Jungkook exchanges looks with you. With a soft gaze, he shrugs and turns to Hobi.

“She doesn’t wanna go.”

Hobi groans.

“Fine. Let’s go. Let’s leave—”

“I’m staying,” Jungkook says calmly. "She's not going... Neither am I."

He picks his backpack up from the ground and begins to unzip it. Taking out his notes and laptop, he looks up and smiles at Hobi. “Can I see your arm?”

Huffing, Hobi shows Jungkook your note. As Hobi rambles on and on about how you and Jungkook are party poopers, Jungkook takes your Sharpie and crosses your number out.

If piss drunk, please return to ___. Jungkook

(xxx) xxx-xxxx <3

(xxx) xxx-xxxx - Jungkook

For the second time tonight, Hobi reads his arm sideways and yanks it back. He squints at the unfamiliar number.

“Why’d you cross her number out? Whose number is this?” Hobi asks.

“Mine,” Jungkook states, smiling at the correction. “Call me if you need anything.”

“What? Why?”

Jungkook blinks. “I’m not really crazy about ___’s number being on your arm for other guys to have and call her with.”

Hobi’s mouth drops. He slowly turns to you and gulps. Blinking at you slowly, he gives you crazy eyes. “You can not be this dense, ___. Jungkook is literally ripping me into shreds in his head right now—”

You laugh.

“Go. Have fun! Call me if you need anything.”

Hobi turns to Jungkook.

Jungkook smiles at him sweetly with his eyes closed. He shakes his head slowly and wiggles his finger at him. “Don’t call her.”

With that, Hobi grumbles a few exchanges before packing his stuff up. He waves goodbye and tells you that you’re lame one last time. You agree with him and wave him goodbye. As he leaves, Jungkook moves his chair closer to you.

“So… Same schedule? Study until 9PM and then I walk you home? Or are you hungry tonight? Maybe we can wrap this up by 7:30PM and grab a bite to eat? I know a really good burger spot just up campus—why’d you do that?”

Your body stiffens.

“Do what?”

Jungkook eyes your chair distance.

“You moved away.”

What the heck… How did he even notice? It’s not like you moved across the table! You just moved like… Half an inch.

“No, I didn’t,” you deny. “But yeah… Sure! I’ve been craving a good burger with extra cheese—what are you doing?”

“I’m moving closer to you.”

“Why?”

“Because you lied to my face and moved away.”

“N-no!”

Jungkook inches his face closer to yours. He boops your nose and scrunches his. “You sniff whenever you lie. Did you know that?”

“N-no…”

“Now you do.”

For the first time ever… You lose your breath. It’s like you forgot how to breathe. He’s so close to you. His eyes are so doey, you’re literally getting lost in them. The scar he has on his left cheek… You can see it so clearly—the detail of how his skin healed and all. His hair is brushing above his eyebrows and you can’t help but realize how much you like the way it falls on his face. He’s… Cute?

Oh god.

“D-dont do that—uhh—” You move away from him. This time, there’s an obvious space between you two. Jungkook straightens his posture, completely confused by your burst of emotion. It’s… Conflicting? He swears you two were about to kiss… Now, what’s going on?

“___? What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks with a gentle tone.

You turn away and shove your notes to your face. Mumbling into the paper, you tell him what’s on your mind. “Everyone thinks you have a crush on me and it’s embarrassing.”

Jungkook doesn’t hear you well.

“Say that again,” he requests. Without warning, he takes the paper from your hands, leaving you to face him. “Don’t act all cute. What is it?”

You stay silent and contemplate.

Was this worth saying? Was this worth addressing? Would it change anything between you two after? What about the burgers? You’ve been craving a cheesy burger like crazy—

“It’s fine if you don’t feel comfortable. You can tell me later or never. I don’t mean to be pushy—”

Then, you blurt it out.

“Everyone thinks you have a crush on me… Or something.”

Jungkook doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t hold his breath.

He doesn’t deny it.

“I do have a crush on you.”

Your throat feels try. What?! Has he lost his mind?

“W-what? You can’t j-just—”

Jungkook tilts his head and pouts.

“I don’t really understand why I should deny it. Why should I lie? Why should I make an excuse? This is how I feel. You just found out earlier than the confession… I guess this is it though, right?” He laughs.

You hit his chest.

“This isn’t funny!”

“Why can’t it be funny?” Jungkook laughs even harder. He catches your wrist and holds you still. “Doesn’t it make you laugh? That everybody on campus watched me wait outside your classes every day for almost 3 months… That everybody waits on me to go to parties but I don’t show up because I rather walk you home and stay home… That everybody on campus watched me enter this goddamn library of a snoozefest—”

“Hey! I like it here.”

“Yeah,” he rolls his eyes at you. “I like you. That’s why I’m here.”

“I… I thought you wanted to study.”

Jungkook laughs even louder, earning a few hushes from others nearby. He groans, throwing his head back. “I can’t even fucking laugh in here without getting in trouble. Why the hell would I like this place?”

“... To study!”

“To be with you.”

You shut up.

No words, no thoughts, no feelings.

Okay…

Feelings. Lots of them.

“I don’t understand why you’re so overwhelmed,” Jungkook murmurs, leaning his head against your shoulders. “I thought you knew. I thought you figured it out by now. I wasn't exactly discrete."

You sit still, not knowing if you should move or let him settle in. Before you can decide, he sits himself up and grabs your hand. He squeezes it tightly and brings it to his lips. Kissing your hand, he looks at you.

“Doesn’t matter if you’re dense. Doesn’t matter if you don’t know how you feel right now. I’ll win you over… You’ll fold."

You yank your hand away from him. In response, he leans over and kisses the side of your head instead. You gasp, but your cheeks blush. Quickly, you cover your face with your hands. He laughs heartily, tugging you close to him. You bury your face in his chest and groan at the sinking feeling of wanting to be anywhere but here. This was humiliating!

And just when you think it can't get any worse, Jungkook wraps his arms around you and hugs you tight. As he pats your back, he murmurs—

"You're falling for me already, aren't you?"

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idekforfun · 8 months

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Fascination- H.J.P

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-Summary: Since she was young, Reyya always felt useless, or at least that's what she was told. Thought to be a squib, she lived her life in self pitty, disappointed that she was given something so extraordinary and she was unable to use it. That is until she turnes 15 and suddenly with more power than she ever dreamed of, she is called upon to help defeat the darkest wizard of all time all whilst experience life, friendship, and even love for the first time.

-Pairing: Harry James Potter X O.C.

-Word count: 1,963

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I had only just dozed off when I was awoken by the unmistakable sound of number 12 Grimauld Place's front door being slammed shut. I opened my eyes to see the surrounding dust shift from its place among the walls and furniture and scatter around me. My nose tickled with a sneeze, which I suppressed. As I sit up in bed, I hear a loud female voice, none other than Mrs. Weasley greeting whoever walked through the door. Their conversation is too low for me to hear, but after a few seconds, I hear footsteps climbing the stairs, past my room, and further up into the dark and dingy house.

I had only seen pictures of London in the newspaper whenever I could catch a glance at one, and so far the old black family house was nothing like pictured or expected. Not that my expectations were too high, of course, I'd take this over the cynical orphanage back home any day.

I swung my legs out of bed to stand up, my foot brushing against one of the open school books I left lying around. I picked up what I realized was a charms book and a piece of parchment slid out the side of it, onto my lap. Written on the parchment was a list of 30 charms and enchantments I was to have mastered by the end of this week. We'd be heading to Hogwarts tomorrow, and I didn't know how to feel about the new experience lying ahead of me. A part of me was excited and ready to show off all that I was able to learn, 4 years' worth of schooling, in just one summer. It then dawned on me that I wouldn't be able to even disclose this information to anyone, as per what Dumbledore and I agreed on. The other part of me was terrified because I knew what I was really here for, and I would be alone once again just as I was, and had always been.

I closed the book and set it aside, and as I stood up there was a loud popping sound which made me let out a loud shriek. I put my hand on my chest and took deep breaths to calm my speeding heart and looked up to see two red headed twin menaces in front of me. "I'm starting to see why your mom gets mad at that." I said through labored breaths.

The two twins were hunched over laughing, and Fred took a deep enough breath to murmur out "Mom!" in an obnoxious American accent, which caused the two to delve deeper in their laughing fits.

"You know I could have been naked!" I said in mock annoyance. They continued giggling as George said "We're gonna head up to Rons room, Harry just arrived and we're sure he's going to want to do some snooping with us." The name grabbed my attention immediately.

"Harry? As in Harry potter?" I questioned. Even we American wizards knew of Harry and what he had done to the UK wizarding world. Hell, he even saved us by extension.

"The one and only." Fed said with a wink. I rolled my honey eyes at him and replied, "Okay, I'll be right up." The twins then dissaparted in the blink of an eye. I stared at the spot that they were just occupying not even seconds ago and breathed in a sigh of awe. Having been newly exposed to this amount of magic only months ago, I was still mesmerized by the things that we were capable of. If only I had been capable of them much sooner.

I shake the thoughts of the past from my head almost as soon as they come. There's no point in dwelling on them now. I grabbed the soft black crewneck from the end of my bed, slip it on, and head to Rons room.

As I climbed the stairs, I could feel my left hand start to shake from nervousness. I had only just started getting used to everyone here about a month ago. The Weasleys were the easiest to warm up to. Mrs. Weasley immediately treated me like one of her own, and I couldn't help but be jealous of her kids for having a mother like her. I would even notice her pampering me a bit more than them, something I'm sure has to do with a conversation I caught her and Dumbledore having, him being the only person that knows everything about my situation, which I couldn't appreciate enough.

I warmed up the quickest to the twins because it was hard not to love them, really. They never really found the need to question why I was there, and just accepted me for what they knew. They also have this game going on between them to see who can make me smile more. My lips curl up at the thought, and a warmth spreads through me at the realization that I don't have to be alone any more.

Ron and Hermione were very curious as to who I was and why I was brought here. I tried to give as little detail as possible and they stopped asking after the third week, but I could still tell they were curious. They tried their best to include me, Hermione was wicked good at spells so she helped tutor me a lot, and Ron made sure to catch me up on all they had been through up until that year. Trolls, chambers, grims, and tournaments were just scratching the surface. He always tried to offer me a game of chess every night, but in fear of getting too close, I mostly declined them. The smile that lifted my lips fell. I was outside Rons door now. I could hear the laughter and cheers from outside the door and I lowered my head in grief, grief that I would never have friendships like this, grief that I wouldn't allow myself too.

I lifted my head, clenched my shaking hand into a tight fist, and knocked on the door. A "Come in!" was shouted through the door, so I twisted the knob and pushed open it open. As I entered, my eyes immediately fell upon Harry Potter sitting on a large bed between the twins. I could feel Harry's gaze on me as I wondered into the room and the twins let out a chorus of "Heys!" and "She came's". I bit back the smile on my face and replied "Hey guys. Hi Ron, hi Hermione."

Hermione gave me a soft smile and said, "Hey Reyya, I'm glad you joined us." I returned her smile with a mirroring one and shifted my eyes back to the messy haired boy in front of me .

"This is Harry, Harry Potter." My eyes met his once again and he gave me a slight head nod in greeting although he looked a bit confused.

"Reyya here is on a secret mission that she can't tell anyone about so don't bother asking." Ron said bluntly. I let out a slight laugh as Hermione hit his shoulder and I walked over and sat on the empty armchair to the right of the bed. I could feel Harry's eyes follow me as I moved, and I could feel my hand start shaking again from the attention.

"Secret mission?" Harry questioned me with a glint in his eyes.

"Nothing like what you're used to from what Ron tells me." I teased slightly.

"Did you finish fourth year charms Reyya? From what I could remember that was all you had left." Hermione asked.

"I finished it last night so I was thinking you could help run everything back with me before school starts?" I asked. She replied "Of course." With a smile when Harry spoke up again. "Fourth year charms?" He questioned.

"I'm starting school as a fifth year." I replied. I silently hoped he wouldn't ask any more questions, but it was clear that he was just as curious as his friend.

"Wait, so you didn't go to wizarding school in..." He trailed off. So he definitely picked up on the accent.

"In America. We have a school there I just couldn't start until this year. It's complicated." I replied nervously. I could feel my breathing slightly pick up as they all gazed at me. I let my gaze flicker to Fred, and I think he could sense my anxiety, so he changed the subject quickly.

"Okay that's enough of your dulcet tones," Fred spoke. I shot him a smile. George then continued, "If you're all done shouting, wanna hear something more interesting?" He said with a smile.

The twins ushered us out into the hallway and we all gathered around the balcony. George pulled out two ears that were connected by a string and proceeded to gently lower one side of the device down the balcony in front of the kitchen door where an order meeting was currently being held.

Behind me a door opened and out came Ginny, the youngest Weasly. "Hey guys. Hi Harry." she spoke as she huddled in with us, pushing me closer to Harry who was stood next to me. I shot him an apologetic smile and we all leaned in closer to the ear.

I was told a decent amount of order information already after the meetings by Sirius, but a good amount was still withheld from me, so it couldn't hurt to listen.

"If anyone has a right to know, it's Harry. If it wasn't for Harry... we wouldn't even know Voldemort was back." Sirius spoke. A mix of voices sounded after him, Remus, Mrs. Weasley, and Severus Snape.

"He's not a child, Molly."

"But he's not an adult either. He's not James, Sirius."

"Well, he's not your son."

"He's as good as. Who else has he got? "

"He's got me."

"How touchingly paternal, Black. Perhaps Potter will grow up to be a felon, just like his godfather."

"Now, you stay out of this, Snivellus."

From beside me, I could feel Harry go rigid.

"Snape's part of the Order?"

Fred replied with a simple "Git."

Just then, a static noise came from the ear, and they all looked down to see Crookshanks, Hermione's cat, nipping at the other ear.

Geroge began to tug on the string. "Get off it!"

"Quick, get it up." Fred urged him while Hermione was softly scolding the cat.

The cat took one final nibble and the ear detached itself from the string.

"Hermione, I hate your cat." Fred spoke in annoyance.

"Bad crookchanks!" she called down to the cat that seemed to not have a care in the world.

Harry let out a soft breath as the kitchen door opened and Mrs. Weasley stepped out. A poof sounded and the twins apparated down next to their mother. The rest of us walked down the stairs and by the time we got down there she was just about done yelling at them. In the doorway stood Sirius, and he looked down at his godson with a glint in his eye.

"Harry Potter." He had the slightest of smiles on his face, but his eyes shine with stars at the image of his godson stood in front of him. This is the brightest I've seen his face since my arrival. Harry repeats his name back and they embrace each other. I lower my eyes from the special moment in envy. No matter how long it's been, there will always be gentle reminders of my lack of family and the love that comes with it. Mrs. Weasley announces that dinner is ready, and as we all crowd into the kitchen, I leave my sorrows and burdens at the kitchen door.

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idekforfun · 10 months

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We all have our issues | Jungkook

idol!jungkook x chubby!student!reader

Summary : She asked me if she was pretty

Well, it's clear that the girl's a fraud

There's really no way of winning

If in their eyes you'll always be a dumb blonde.

Series warnings : mommy issues, daddy issues, age gap (Jk is 25 while reader is 20), crying, talk about anxiety, depression, abuse, mentions of panic attacks, school induced stress, fear of dogs (?), insecurities, body shaming.

List of Chapters :

Prologue

Chapter one : you sleep over at Jungkook’s for the first time, and realize that, you do, indeed, see him as more than a friend.

Chapter two : you ask Jungkook to go grocery shopping with you, but the day doesn’t end as nicely as it had started.

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idekforfun · 1 year

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Comfort ... JJk

Summary: After scoring an invite to JHope's album release party, Yazmine isn't expecting anything more than to stick to the sidelines and enjoy the free drinks and music. Little did she know what her ever growing relationship with the rapper would lead her to.

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x OC

Genre: Fluff, slight angst, strangers to lovers, ongoing series

Word count: 2.7k

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The only thing I am able to think of as my eyes scatter across the room of popular faces is "the amount of talent in this room is enough to swallow me whole". I’m overwhelmed with anxiety and I can't seem to remember how I was ever able to suppress it. I'm finding it increasingly hard to hide behind my extrovert persona, the one that is a lie, a huge lie in fact.

I realized I had been lost in my head when the sound of loud clapping brought me back to the real world. I barely catch the very end of Hoseok's speech, something along the lines of "Thank you for supporting me", and "enjoy the food and music" then he gives a bow and walks down the stairs where he is immediately pulled into conversation. Oh, I can't even imagine the anxiety he must be feeling. I could simply stick to a corner and hide in the shadows, whereas he has to socialize with everyone out of obligation.

Socializing. For some reason I forgot that I'd have to do that. I've been able to avoid it thus-far having arrived minutes before the actual album started playing. Now, everywhere I looked someone was talking to someone else. I realized I couldn't just stand here alone forever. I examine the room for someone I know, even better someone I have interviewed because I'll take any familiarity I can at this point. This whole ordeal is making me question my job because how am I able to meet celebrities on the daily, and here I am stressing about having to socialize at a party.

I was too in my head again, so I didn't realize someone had been calling my name until I felt a few taps on my shoulder. When I turn around, I was met with no other than Jessi, thank god. We have met on more than one occasion, and she has a weird ability of making people extremely comfortable, something I am immensely thankful for right now.

"Yaz!" She pulls me into a hug. It actually does well to soothe me. "I didn't know you were coming."

"I didn't know either," I pulled back from the hug with a gentle smile. "Actually, I was kind of surprised."

"Why, are you and J-hope not close?" she questioned.

"I mean, I had him on the show and we got on really well. We've also messaged a lot, too." I know I sound hesitant speaking, as if I'm not sure of the words I am saying. It is kind of hard to believe that Hoseok would want a friendship with me of all people, let alone be close.

"Oh, he definitely adores you, we even talked about you once," she has a sparkle in her eye as she talks and for some reason, I feel obliged to believe her. "Also, he was one of the best episodes on your show by far."

She is right about that. It has been my most viewed interview by a pretty wide margin. Part of me knows it’s due to the fact that he is J-hope of BTS, obviously, but it was also such a good video. All my interviews follow a simple formula. I bring the guest on and we engage in whatever activity they enjoy, in Hoseok’s case dancing. It brings a different level of intimacy that you can’t get from simply sitting across from one another and reading questions from a card. The conversation always flows naturally, and it’s all so genuine. On top of that, even I can admit that Hoseok and I just clicked. Our personalities complimented each other well. So much that we even continued to develop our relationship through messaging, and now I am attending his album release party which is a very important step in his solo career. Maybe we are closer than I allowed myself to believe.

“Yeah, it was pretty great actually.” I could see her eyes light up at my slight self-indulgence. Maybe I should give myself more credit.

We both turn our heads at the call of Jessi’s name from across the room. She gives me another smile and hug and tells me that she’ll find me later. I am left alone again but it’s not as bad as before. The anxiety has decreased significantly, which made my apparent hunger more noticeable. Hoseok did say to enjoy the food so I might as well. The snack table was filled with delicious finger food. As I was reaching my hand to grab a bite of some expensive looking cheese on a toothpick someone called my name. I turned around to find none other than Hoseok’s bright smile.

“So, I see you made it!” He pulled me into a hug. Not the ‘barely touch you because this is a little uncomfortable hug”, but a “I feel like we’ve known each other for years hug’.

“Hoseok, you’re incredible. The album is amazing, the release party is amazing, your outfit is amazing!” We pulled away from the hug and I could see a feint blush on his cheeks hidden well in the dimly lit room. “I’m serious, you may be the coolest person I know.”

“Yahhh, you’re boosting my ego too much.” He said while smiling shyly.

“You also may be the humblest person I know so I actually don’t think that is possible.” He smiled at me again and I swear I saw a glimpse of the actual sun in him.

“Do you know anyone here?”

“A few people, mostly through the grapevine.” He could sense my hesitancy right away, I could tell.

“Come, I’ll introduce you to my friends.” He said as he gestured to the general direction behind him where his so-called friends were. Knowing him, his friends could be some ultra-famous idols that have better things to do than interacting with me. I could slowly feel the anxiety creep back up my spine, and my heartbeat slowly increased.

“I don’t really want to be a bother,” he looked down at me with squinted eyes and a tilted head. “I promise it’s okay, I like being alone and these appetizers are calling my name.”

He chuckled at me in disbelief, as if that was an insane thing to say in a room full of celebrities. I guess you could say a part of me is forgetting that they are just normal people too, so I shouldn’t be feeling this intimidated by them. At the same time, I’ve seen celebrities get starstruck over other celebrities, so they really aren’t just normal people and I am going to tell myself that my feelings are valid.

“C’mon, you’re never a bother. You’re my friend and I want my friends to meet you” he said reassuringly. I guess that answers my earlier internal debate. After 2 seconds of contemplation, I let myself believe him, and I signaled for him to lead the way. He lit up and tugged on my wrist so I could follow him.

I don’t know who I was expecting him to introduce me to, but for some reason his members stupidly did not come to mind. Three of the seven members of BTS were sitting on the stage together, and their heads all turned to Hoseok and I as we approached them. Despite all my inner turmoil, I take pride in my ability to pretend that I am confident and unfazed by everything. That is how I’ve done so well in my career while dealing with anxiety, but as the three idols studied us as we approached them, I could tell that mainting my persona would be more difficult than usual. I know them of course, because who doesn’t these days, but seeing them in person simply beats videos and pictures. They really were beautiful men.

“Yazmine this is Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook. Guys this is Yazmine.” Hoseok introduced while gesturing to each of them.

“Hi guys its so great to meet you.” I said with a smile. Jungkook and Taehyung who were sitting raised themselves up to give me a bow as well as Jimin who was already standing as I shook my hands at them. “Oh! there’s no need for that we can be casual.”

“Sorry, it’s a habit,” Jimin said with a smile. “After all these years it feels kind of strange not to be formal.”

“That’s how I feel except opposite. Getting used to being formal was a challenge and I sometimes still forget the strict customs.” I explained.

“Sorry if this comes across as rude but you’re not Korean? You’re Korean is really good!” Taehyung questioned.

“It’s not rude at all! I am half Korean from my mom and my dad is middle eastern,” as I was explaining, someone summoned Hoseok over to them and he gave my arm a firm squeeze in parting as he nodded to his members insinuating his departure. “I was raised in the US till age 12 and I’ve been back and forth since then.” I explained as they nodded in understanding. It was endearing how intently they were listening to me, and for some reason I felt oddly at ease with the three. My eyes wandered over to Jungkook’s as I finished my explanation, and as they met he quicky looked away.

“Your interview with Hobi Hyung was amazing by the way,” Jimin said. In the moment I don’t think I even processed that Park Jimin watches my show, I’d have to do that later. “The idea is so new and exciting. I hope that you’ll invite me once I start my solo schedule.” There was a sly smirk on his face. I wondered if it would be inappropriate to tell him I would probably jump off a bus if he asked me to, but I decided to keep that to myself in the end.

“I’ll see what I could do.” I joked back. Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone new approaching us and I turned my head to find Seokjin. I was now surrounded by four members of the group and I am surprised I’ve held my composure for this long.

“Hello,” he says timidly with a subtle bow. “Sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to say bye to these three. I’m Jin.”

Just when I thought these men couldn’t get any better, he introduces himself as if I wouldn’t already know who he is. I gave a bow back and smiled at his humility, “I’m Yazmine, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Hey Jungkook, this must be exciting for you.” At the mention of the youngest members name, I turned to look at him and caught his wide eyes and small headshake towards Jin that I was clearly not meant to see as his eyes shifted to me. “He loves your videos. One time he made me watch three episodes of your trying new things series.”

“Hyung!” Jungkook cried out. Obviously I was not supposed to be filled in on this information, but my heart couldn’t help but beat a little faster at this new discovery.

“Oh, did he now?” I questioned with a smirk. Jungkook’s face twinged a subtle pink that was barely noticeable in the dimly lit room, but noticeable, nonetheless.

“Oh yeah, Jungkookie is always sending us clips from your videos,” Jimin teased. Taehyung started nodding his head enthusiastically and decided he also wanted to join in on teasing the youngest.

“You should have seen his reaction when he found out Hobi Hyung was making an appearance, he was so jeal-”

“Okay that’s enough.” Jungkook interrupted with an annoyed expression. Despite how much I was enjoying this, I also felt a little bad for him, and I’m sure he’s been at the center of their teasing all these years.

“Well, I really appreciate the support, and it means a lot coming from you especially.” I reassured him. He gave me a shy small in return.

“Well it was nice to meet you Yazmine, I am sure we’ll run into each other again,” Jin said with a warm smile. “Before I leave Hobi wants a picture with all of us.” He said while gesturing to the other members. They all nodded in agreement.

As they all turned to follow Jin, Jimin turned to me and nudged my arm with his. “Don’t go too far, we’ll be back soon.”

“I’ll be here.” I reassured. I definitely wasn’t comfortable enough to talk with anyone else here, and their welcoming energy was definitely more than enough for me. Jimin and Taehyung followed Jin, while I noticed Jungkook lingering a bit. I could tell he had something on his mind that he wanted to say.

“Isn’t it a bit early for Jin to be leaving?” I questioned. This was my best attempt at making him comfortable enough to tell me what was on his mind.

“This isn’t really Jin Hyungs scene, he doesn’t really know many people and he gets nervous meeting them too.” Jungkook explained. I almost did not catch the end of what he was saying because I was too distracted by his eyes. They really do sparkle just like everyone says.

“Wow, if that’s how Jin feels then I really am hopeless.” I said in shock. If a literal bts member was having trouble socializing, I was doomed.

“Not completely hopeless, you have us now.” He said with the most endearing smile I have ever seen. There was also something about how he said “You have us now”, as if he was insinuating that I would be in their lives longer than just a casual conversation at a party. I know it’s probably my delusion speaking, but it’s a nice thought to comfort me. “By the way I really do enjoy your videos a lot. I guess it’s kinda embarrassingly obvious now that I am a fan.” He said with a little more confidence while referring to the teasing from his Hyungs.

“If it makes you feel better, I have 3 older brothers, so I know how it feels. Also, I am slightly embarrassed because of how many stupid things you’ve probably seen me do. It’s actually all coming back now.” I laughed. I started internally second guessing every decision I made for my videos because Jeon fucking Jungkook watches them, and I pray that he has not seen the bird calling video.

“What, like the bird calling video?” He says with a chuckle. This is not happening right now.

“I am actually going to ignore what you just said for mental health reasons.” He lets out a boyish laugh at that and I swear I’ve never heard something more adorable in my life. I would honestly embarrass myself 100 times over if it meant that I could make him laugh.

We both turn our heads at the call of his name and see the members waving him over for the pictures.

“I’m sorry I don’t want to leave you alone…” He says hesitantly.

“No, don’t worry about it,” I said. “I’ll just be here trying not to embarrass myself.”

“I won’t take long so we can be embarrassing together.” He said in a teasing tone. My eyes couldn’t help but widen. I’m either crazy, or he just flirted with me. I could hear his giggle as he turned to walk away while I stood there stunned. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy as I watched him join the others. Seeing them interact with each other was so special. They looked so happy and comfortable. It was hard not to be slightly envious of their relationship. I can’t remember the last time I had a connection like that with someone, and I could tell it was rare. My eyes naturally wander over to Jungkook as he wrapped his arm around Hoseok. I could see his eyes glistening even from here with joy and contempt. His eyes meet mine and I find myself unable to look away even though I know I’ve been caught staring. His eyes crinkle at the corners as we look at each other, waiting to see who will break eye contact first. My gaze wanders across his nose and cheeks as my face heats up. I force my eyes to meet his one final time and I turn away with a light feeling looming over me.

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Mold a Pretty Lie | 03

Pairing: professor!Jin x Fem undergrad!Reader

Genre: College!AU, Unhealthy relationships, toxic relationships, virgin reader, eventual yandere, eventual smut

Summary: They say love is like a garden that requires regular care and attention. Kim Seokjin, your kind and handsome professor, is more than happy to cultivate the vines that bind his heart to yours.

Word Count: 5002

Rating: 18+

~~~~~

"Aaaaand done!" you announced as you finished the final edits on your PowerPoint. Jimin and Taehyung cheered and fell on you in a pile of hugs as you laughed and tried to swat them off. A few weeks had been enough to desensitize yourself to their very physical brand of affection, and you had realized that was just how they were.

"You're the best," Jimin giggled, dodging your hands and squishing his cheek against yours as he skimmed your work.

"I can't believe you redid all of Crystal's work," snorted Taehyung, his chin resting on your free shoulder as you showed the two of them your final presentation. You imagined that from far away, the three of you looked like some strange three-headed chimera.

"I wasn't going to turn in garbage," you replied as you rolled your eyes and scanned for typos. "The stuff she added to the final paper was so bad."

"Are you sure it's not because you don't want to disappoint Dr. Kim?" teased Jimin, his grin growing even wider at the way you spluttered and shoved him off of you. Was your crush really that obvious?

You had always thought he was gorgeous - you had eyes - but it had only gotten worse after that meeting with him, where he had looked at you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. You could still feel the ghost of his warmth around your hands, picture his gaze as he wiped the tears from your face. Every time you saw him, it was like something warm blossomed in your chest, attracting the butterflies that always seemed to flutter in your stomach when he smiled.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you said with as much dignity as you could muster, feeling your face heat up in the face of identical cheshire grins. "I just take pride in my work, that's all."

"Suuuure," replied Taehyung with an obnoxiously handsome waggle of his eyebrows. "Because he's not the most attractive person on campus - "

"Besides the three of us, of course," Jimin finished, making you sigh and rest your forehead on the table. These boys were too much sometimes.

"Are those girls still giving you trouble, by the way?"

You looked up in surprise to see Taehyung gazing at you with an uncharacteristically serious expression on his face.

"What are you talking about?" you asked, your poker face much more convincing than it had been with Dr. Kim.

"Like that blanket statement he made about bullying last lecture wasn't because of you," replied Jimin, crossing his arms and also looking at you in concern.

"Oh," you said lamely, slumping in your seat. "Um, no, they haven't exactly been nice but now they just ignore me, which is a huge improvement."

"Good, I'm glad it helped," said Taehyung with a nod, and the way he and Jimin made eye contact sent a spark of suspicion through your brain.

"Glad what helped?" you asked with narrowed eyes. Something told you they weren't referring to Dr. Kim's stern lecture on zero tolerance for bullies.

"Oh, we just told them we're gay and together," Taehyung said with a casual shrug, as if commenting on the weather. You felt your eyebrows shoot into the stratosphere.

"Er… are you?" you asked, realizing that… you actually could believe it. Suddenly you felt silly for even thinking they had been flirting with you at the beginning. Until Jimin gave you a sly grin.

"Not… completely."

"Oh, cool," you said as casually as you could, like if you understood exactly what he meant. You didn't. But whatever he meant, they had already proven more than once that they were good guys and better friends, and that was all that really mattered to you.

"Anyway, you know what our project being done means?" asked Taehyung, grinning at you and looking so pleased you immediately felt on your guard.

"What…" you began slowly, feeling like you were falling into some sort of trap.

"It means it's time to celebrate!" answered Jimin, putting a hand on the top of your laptop to close it. To his credit, he paused and looked at you for approval before snapping it shut, and the sound echoed throughout the library as you sighed.

"I don't know…" you said awkwardly, only to be met with Jimin's devastating pout. "It's not even the weekend."

You turned to the side, but instead of reprieve, all that greeted you were Taehyung's wide, beseeching puppy dog eyes. "Oh my god, fine."

The way they jumped up and cheered was almost cute enough to make up for the way the people around you glared at the noise. Luckily - or unluckily - they grabbed your bag and swept you out of the library excitedly, and you let yourself be carried by the unstoppable current of their enthusiasm.

The two boys frogmarched you to your dorm, depositing in front of your door with strict instructions to be ready by 9pm, then left you to the overly excited ministrations of your roommate.

"FINALLY!" she screeched, yanking you into the room. "What are you gonna wear?"

"Uh… isn't this fine?" you asked, looking down at your jeans and t-shirt. Sierra closed her eyes as if your words had caused her physical pain.

"Not if we're going out with them," she said with heavy emphasis. "Let's slut it up a bit."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help but feel a spark of agreement at the thought of putting in a little more effort into your appearance than usual. It certainly couldn't hurt, right? Phoebe had always put a lot of effort into her appearance, and it definitely worked for her.

"I'm still wearing pants," you insisted, not really wanting to worry about flashing anyone if you were going to be drinking. Sierra shrugged in agreement.

"I can work with that," she said, with a glint in her eye that made you gulp. Exactly what had you gotten yourself into?

It turned out it was actually a question of what she could get you into.

"Yeah, no," you said flatly, holding up the top Sierra had thrown into your face. "Isn't this just a bra?"

"It's a bralette," she corrected with a condescending flip of her hair. "And it's practically a long line, so it's not like it's any different from a crop top."

Right. Because you wore those all the time.

Still, you supposed Sierra had a point… it wasn't like what you were holding was even close to some of the things you'd seen girls wear to go out. You were supposed to be exploring new things and reinventing yourself, not hiding and sticking to the safety of your books and your dorm room. Right, this was the start of new, sexy, confident [y/n]!

Your newfound confidence carried you through changing into your tightest jeans, wiggling into Sierra's top, and putting on your make-up. As soon as you heard a knock on the door, however, it vanished into some unknown corner of your psyche. But it was too late now, and before you could even protest, Sierra was swinging the door open.

"The party's here!" Jimin announced grandly as he and Taehyung barrelled inside, pulling a fifth of Green Apple Smirnoff out of his backpack. They, of course, looked incredible.

Jimin's soft, bouncy hair was styled out of his face, and your eyes were drawn to the way his black skinny jeans hugged his thighs and calves. He was wearing just a simple white tee, but it looked so good on him that he needed no further adornment.

Taehyung looked just as gorgeous, his fluffy hair falling in his eyes in a way that invited unwary observers to brush it off of his forehead. He was almost matching his friend, in a white-and-black short-sleeved button up tucked into distressed black jeans, the top few buttons open to expose smooth olive skin.

You wanted to sink into the ground, humiliated to be wearing such a try-hard outfit next to such effortless beauty.

To your surprise, they looked just as dumbstruck by you as you felt, then Jimin gave you a dazzling grin.

"You ladies look fabulous," he said cheerfully, and Taehyung made a noise of agreement, his own eyes fixed to your sheepish face. You felt your face heat up, and part of your brain wondered what Dr. Kim would think of what you were wearing before you realized you definitely didn't need him to know you were partying on a weeknight.

"You guys too," you mumbled quietly, grabbing some plastic cups from the top of Sierra's desk as she ushered the boys inside, giving you a smug look as if vindicated in the way she had dressed you. You allotted one to each person before settling on your bed, and Taehyung sat next to you while Jimin took the free spot on Sierra's.

"You look really pretty," Taehyung murmured in your ear, his thigh pressed against yours. Your stomach fluttered as you looked into his dark eyes, and you were grateful for the distraction when Jimin opened the bottle to fill your cups.

"So where are we headed tonight?" you asked, trying not to focus too hard on the way Taehyung settled his arm around your bare waist. He was being a little touchier than normal, and it was decidedly distracting.

"Sigma Chi's having a party," Sierra suggested, earning a pleased giggle from Jimin.

"Just don't take any drinks from anyone," warned Taehyung seriously, his thumb drawing ticklish circles on your skin. "I've heard people call them the 'roofie frat.'"

"Ew, really?" you asked in disgust, taking a tentative sip out of your own cup. The flavor itself wasn't as bad - sweet and fruity enough to be palatable - but it was still strong enough to burn your throat. Seeing your expression, Jimin smiled and pulled a bottle of Sprite from his backpack.

"Chaser?" he asked, holding it out to you. You gave him a grateful smile in return, accepting the bottle and taking a gulp that settled your stomach almost immediately.

"Thanks," you said in relief, already feeling the tiniest bit woozy. You really didn't drink often - the last time had been with Phoebe in the confines of her house - but you didn't want to be boring.

Taehyung took your cup and poured some soda into it, then handed it back to you. You took a sip and smiled in delight, missing the way his eyes lingered on your lips.

"That's really good," you said happily, earning a pleased grin in response.

"Glad to be of service," he replied, setting his arm back around you and tugging you a little closer into his body. You tried not to feel too giddy, fully aware that Taehyung was just a flirty guy, and let yourself relax against him. He smelled incredibly nice, and you found yourself playing with his fluffy hair idly as the four of you chatted and drank.

By the time Jimin and Sierra stood up and announced it was time to leave, you were feeling decidedly warm, wobbly, and excited for a night out with your friends. What had you been so nervous about, again?

"You guys are the best," you giggled, accepting Taehyung's hand as he helped you up. Somehow your left foot caught on your right and you tripped into him, and he chuckled, a warm arm encircling your waist as you flushed and tried to regain your balance.

"We did it guys," laughed Sierra, a little unsteady on her own feet and leaning on Jimin for support. "We got her drunk."

"Shut up," you pouted at your roommate, though you let Taehyung continue to support you. Just for balance, not because it felt good to be snuggled into his side or anything.

The night air was refreshing against your skin as the four of you left the dorm, and you let out a pleased sigh, closing your eyes and spreading your arms to feel the breeze better. When you opened them, Taehyung was grinning at you.

"What?" you asked self-consciously, wondering if you looked like an idiot.

"It's fun to see you like this," he replied, reaching to grab your hand and twine his fingers through yours. "You're cute."

He laughed at the way you spluttered at his words, and tugged you along after Sierra and Jimin, who were also giggling about something ahead of you.

Your mind flashed back to Dr. Kim's office, when he had squeezed your hands oh-so-gently in his own, cradling them as he gazed at you with dark, affectionate eyes. You tried to shake him out of your head - there was no way he would ever look at you with anything like attraction in his gaze. Even if he wasn't your professor, he was older and so far out of your league it was laughable that you even had a crush on him.

You forced yourself to focus on the warmth of Taehyung's skin against yours, and the giggles floating through the night air. It was silly of you to think of things you couldn't have when you could be having fun with your friends.

There was a line to get into the frat house, but before you could shuffle to the back Sierra was dragging you to the door, where a bored-looking pledge was holding court.

"Sierra, we have two guys with us, we can't just - " you protested as the boys trailed behind you. She rolled her eyes. "Just look at them, babe. You know that if they're there, more girls will come."

"... Good point."

The four of you got in with little effort, the pledge's eyes fixed to your chest as he motioned you inside, and you resisted the urge to cover yourself.

You quickly forgot the unwelcome ogling as heat and sound assaulted you. You tried not to stare at the raucous scene before you, loud music and voices and bodies crushed together in a slightly nauseating mass.

"Let's go dance!" announced Jimin, his face shining with sweet mischief. He grabbed everyone's hand - somehow, despite only having two of his own - and dragged the three of you further into flashing lights.

Despite your initial reserve, it was actually quite easy to relax and settle into the crowd as the thrum of the bass melted into the alcohol simmering in your veins. Sierra let out a "woo!" that was drowned out by the music, and you giggled at her enthusiasm as you swayed your own hips to the beat.

Jimin and Taehyung were unsurprisingly good dancers, and if you hadn't been drunk it would have made you self-conscious about your own movements. They didn't try to grind on you or Sierra or anything - thank god, because if they had you might have died on the spot.

Jimin had brought along the rest of the Smirnoff, and the more you drank, the giddier you felt. In fact, you were having so much fun that you wondered why the party you had gone to with Phoebe had been so fucking awful.

Sierra decided to twerk on you, making you spill some vodka on yourself as you cracked up at her antics, oblivious to the way the boys' eyes were drawn to the alcohol trickling down your chest.

"Ugh, you party animal," you scolded with a grin, handing the bottle to Jimin. "I'm gonna go find the bathroom." You wanted to clean up. And all the drinking was also making its effect known to your bladder.

"Want me to come?" asked Taehyung, moving in a little closer to sling his arm around your shoulder.

"No, you guys should stay here and have fun," you urged, wriggling out of his grip with a smile. You didn't want him to miss out on the party just to chaperone you around. He pouted but obeyed, and you left in your errant night's quest.

The frat house was packed, red solo cups abound, and if you had been totally sober you might have felt overwhelmed and out of place. As it was, you barely noticed when anyone jostled you, your drunken mind focused on your mission.

Somehow, along your merry way you ran across a kitchen with a keg, acquired a cup full of foamy, semi-warm beer that you watched being poured like a hawk before accepting, and gotten propositioned no less than three times. It was a strange sensation, and you assumed the people asking were so drunk that anyone who walked by would do.

A tiny part of you wondered - hoped, really - that it was because they did actually find you attractive. You didn't think you were a hag or anything - prior experience just made you a little cautious. Though the more you drank, the more that cautiousness receded to the back of your brain.

By the time you finally found the line for the bathroom and did your business while trying to ignore the questionable stains around the toilet, your head was spinning. When you stumbled back into the hallway, it was into a familiar smelling chest, and you looked up to see twinkling brown eyes.

"You were taking forever, so I came to find you," said Taehyung with his endearing wide grin as he slung his arm over your shoulder. You smiled back, woozily admiring his ruffled hair and the stars in his eyes.

"I got a little lost," you said with a giggle, leaning into him to help stabilize your unsteady legs. "I haven't been to a frat house before. It's a lot."

Taehyung nodded in commiseration as he pulled you a little closer, and his eyes softened.

"Are you having fun, though?" he asked, hot breath raising goosebumps on your skin. You smiled and nodded, snuggling impossibly closer. His eyes flickered to your lips and your breath hitched when you realized how close his face was to yours.

Then someone rushed past the two of you and slammed the bathroom door. The sound of retching followed, breaking whatever spell had possessed Taehyung to look at you like that. He made a face and pulled away, though he laced his fingers in yours.

"Where are Jimin and Sierra?" you asked curiously, trying not to look at Taehyung's plump lips. Had you been about to have your first kiss? Or was it just wishful thinking?

"Probably sucking face somewhere," he replied offhandedly, making you snort in surprise. He gave you a mischievous grin and produced the nearly empty fifth. "They left me with this though. Shall we?"

You eyed the clear, innocuous liquid with a woozy head and slightly unsettled stomach, but you figured it was residual butterflies from earlier. And there was no way you could deny Taehyung when he looked at you so hopefully.

You replied by plucking the bottle from his grip, and giving him a grin that was much more confident than you felt.

"Of course."

~~~~~

"[Y/n], a moment before your next class?"

Dr. Kim called your name while you scrambled to pack up your things, and you winced in trepidation. You had purposely sat further from the front than usual in the hopes that he wouldn't notice your bleary eyes or the way you had nodded off during the lecture, but apparently that had been a futile effort.

"Um, hi Professor, what's up?" you asked bashfully when you met him at the front of the hall, too embarrassed to look him in his beautiful eyes.

"You didn't seem yourself today," he observed, and you felt your insides curdle in shame at the concern in his voice. "Are you getting sick? I know you're a hard worker, but I hope you're eating properly and getting enough sleep."

His consideration made those butterflies flutter in your stomach, which was unfortunate because you were also still incredibly nauseous. You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths to try to settle your stomach. Unfortunately your pained expression still tipped him off.

"[Y/n]?"

You felt a large hand on your lower back, which did nothing but amplify your inner turmoil, and you were gently steered into one of the seats. When you opened your eyes again, Dr. Kim was kneeling in front of you, worry emanating from his broad frame.

"Do you need to see a doctor?"

Shame washed over you as you met his earnest gaze. It was bad enough that you had gotten wasted enough to spend part of the night puking while Sierra held your hair for you, forcing everyone's night to end early. Now here was your amazing, brilliant, gorgeous, kind professor worrying that you were sick, when really you were just incredibly hungover from the first college party you had ever been to.

"I'm fine," you managed to stutter, feeling unbearably guilty that he was wasting his time. Something in his gaze compelled you to elaborate, because you couldn't bring yourself to lie to him even if you lost his respect. And you were so comfortable in his presence, you felt like you could tell him things you wouldn't dream of bringing up to another authority figure.

"It's just… um, this is really embarrassing," you mumbled, worrying at your lower lip with your teeth as you stared into Dr. Kim's hypnotic eyes. Being the center of his undivided attention for such a stupid reason made your chest ache.

"It's okay, you can talk to me," he told you with a soft smile, hand hovering forward as if to touch your arm before he pulled it back. You tried to ignore the disappointment that washed over you, remembering just how big and warm his hand had been when he guided you to your chair.

"Well, my group and I finished most of our project yesterday," you began, looking down at your lap where your fingers were playing with the hem of your sweater.

"Of course you did," Dr. Kim said with a chuckle. The approval in his tone made you flush harder, and you swallowed before continuing.

"And… I don't really go out but they convinced me to celebrate," you continued, biting your lip as you peeked up to gauge your professor's expression. His eyebrows had raised slightly, but he didn't look angry or upset.

"I don't have a lot of experience with drinking, so I went a little overboard," you finished in a rush, face positively burning at this point as you twisted and stretched the fabric of your sweater in indiscernible shapes. "That's why I'm not feeling well today."

"I see."

You couldn't decipher the tone of Dr. Kim's voice, and you were too embarrassed to look him in the eye anymore.

"I'm sorry for worrying you," you murmured softly, voice quivering a little as you realized heat was building behind your eyes. Seriously?? Your traitor body wanted to cry now of all times? Because apparently you hadn't embarrassed yourself enough?

"[Y/n]."

Dr. Kim's gentle hands pried your own off of your mutilated sweater, setting them in your lap before he pulled away. His voice was so, so soft, and the unexpected touch made you look at him again.

"You're in college, things like this happen," he assured you soothingly, an understanding smile gracing his plump lips. "But I hope you were safe? You drank a lot of water, didn't accept any open drinks, that sort of thing?"

How was he so thoughtful? You showed up to his lecture hungover and barely able to function, fell asleep over your notes, worried him to the point he felt the need to check in on you, and still here he was trying to make sure you were safe.

"Y-yeah, Taehyung warned me about that," you stammered, too enamored by his concern to notice the way his jaw clenched.

"That's one of your group members, right?"

There was something a little too casual about his tone, but the relief that he wasn't angry or disappointed with you overshadowed any other feeling.

"Yeah, but him and Jimin were great at looking out for me. It was my fault for being irresponsible," you insisted, not wanting to give your professor a bad impression of them even if it made you look stupider. "They got me home and my roommate took care of me."

Despite your explanation, his face had tightened somewhat, and you fought the urge to twist your already stretched out sweater in your hands once again.

"I hope you'll be more careful in the future," he scolded softly, and you hung your head, feeling small and stupid and oh-so-immature. "Trusting your safety to two college boys you don't know very well… well, I'm glad the night ended alright, but it would break my heart if anything happened to you."

Your own heart stopped at those words, and you silently scolded yourself. He obviously didn't mean it like that. Especially since you had probably now ingrained yourself in his head as an irresponsible party kid.

"You're right," you agreed, and some of the tension left his face. "If I go out with them again I'll definitely be more conscious about how much I drink and what I'm doing."

Dr. Kim's jaw clenched once more when you said you might go out with the boys, but you assumed it was out of worry, and it warmed your heart. You glanced at the clock behind him, and your eyes widened in shock. Apparently over twenty minutes had passed while you lost yourself in the enthralling spell he had woven around you.

"Oh no, I need to get to my next class," you fretted, jumping to your feet, then swaying as the blood rushed away from your head and your nausea came crashing back. Gentle hands held your shoulders to steady you, and a woody, citrusy scent filled your nose. You instinctively leaned in for more, only coming to your senses when his touch vanished and he stepped away from you.

"Uh, s-sorry," you stuttered, feeling like a total moron as you scurried over to gather your backpack so you could avoid looking at your probably creeped out professor. God, this whole day was a disaster already.

"Get some Gatorade on your way," he called as you made your way to the exit, settling some of your nerves. You turned back to smile at him.

"I'm more of a Powerade kind of girl."

~~~~~

Seokjin stood rooted to the spot, staring at the door you had just left from and at a complete loss for what to do about the tempest swirling inside of him.

You had shown up to the lecture looking completely exhausted, and when you passed your usual row in the front to take a seat in the back with a pair of handsome boys, an ugly sensation twisted around his gut. It only grew thorns when the boys teased and poked you, earning an adorable pout that shouldn't have been bestowed on anyone else.

The way those boys had looked at you - they had to be Jimin and Taehyung, he realized - had sent something white hot through his veins. It wasn't hard to assume they might be the cause of your exhaustion, and imagining the reasons why had turned his normally cheerful demeanor stony. You had been too out of it to notice, and at one point he had even seen you nod off.

When he kept you after the lecture, it truly had been to make sure everything was okay. You were normally so active and energetic, and your uncharacteristic lethargy had made him wonder if you were getting sick. A silly part of his brain had already begun thinking of soup recipes, as if it wouldn't have been strange for him to care for you in such a manner.

It was a surprise to find that you had been hungover of all things, especially since you were typically such a responsible student. He hadn't been able to keep himself from tensing in irritation when you confessed that you had been with the two boys, though the vines constricting his chest eased when you confirmed you had ended up back in the dorms alone.

Then there was the way you had been so adorably abashed to admit your activities to him, eyes wide, anxious, and mesmerizing. You seemed so worried about his opinion, and every time you looked down he had to resist the urge to cup your chin to force you to meet his gaze.

You also had a habit of chewing your lip when you were worried or deep in thought, and it was growing increasingly difficult to ignore the way your teeth left the skin red and puffy. The way he was beginning to feel about you was incredibly inappropriate, and he had no idea how he was supposed to put a stop to it.

His actions were beginning to toe a dangerous line, but he couldn't help wanting to take care of you. The image of you, pretty and drunk and an easy target for two handsome boys made his hands tighten into fists. Anything could have happened, and there wouldn't have been anything he could do to protect his favorite student. And it could still happen, especially since you had essentially confirmed you would go out again.

He had no right to dictate what you did or who you hung out with - he was just your professor, and you were just a student he had grown a little too fond of. All he could do was feed you advice and hope it stuck even a fraction of the way your roots had sunk into his own thoughts.

The flush on your face at his gentle rebuke had sent a twinge of guilt through him - was he using your crush to influence you? - before he shook it away. Being alone and drunk with relative strangers was a dangerous situation for anyone, and if it kept you from getting too close to those boys, well, it was for your own safety.

You were a good girl. He knew you would take his words to heart.

~~~~~

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