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Back to the Start | KTH

》Summary: Nothing has been the same since Taehyung broke up with you. Memories of him play on repeat in your head until he’s all you can dwell on. You think you’re the only one suffering with how well he seems to be doing on the outside, but you could be wrong. 》Pairing: Taehyung x Female!Reader 》Genre: Angst, fluff (at the end), exes to lovers au, college au 》Rating: PG15 》Warnings: Cursing, alcohol usage 》Word Count: 4.3k 》Project: @heartsforbtsnet​​ Secret Admirers event 》A/N: Hi Isabelle @taephilia​​! It’s me, your secret admirer, Honey🍯! I really enjoyed chatting with you and getting to know you this past month and a half. I’m always down for a chat about anime or reading or anything whenever you want! I hope you enjoy your gift 😊💗 Hugeeeeee thank you to Mo @suhdays​​ for being an absolute sweetheart and beta reading this for me 🥺❤️❤️

Giving you no time to prepare, he pulled you into his arms, holding you close for only a second before whispering, “We need to break up.”

“Wh-what?” You pulled away harshly, face scrunching in confusion.

“I think we should break up, Y/n.”

“Tae, I don’t understand. Where is this coming from?”

Taehyung sat on your bed, running his fingers through his black hair, causing the strands to stick up every which way. “Fuck, Y/n, this is so hard. Juggling school and my shitty part-time job on top of theater, the art club, and then having to make time for you; it’s all too much. It just feels like every single day I have obligation over obligation, and I don’t know how much more I can handle.”

Nearly everything he had said to you was in one ear and out the other as your hurt took over. “So, I’m just an obligation?” You croaked, already feeling the tears welling.

He leaped off of the bed and rushed over to you, cupping your face in his warm hands. “No, no Y/n, please, that’s not what I meant. I love you, and I care about you. I just can’t be there for you like I want to. You have to admit I haven’t been around much lately. It’s been like two weeks since we’ve been out on a real date.” He was right. You knew he was busy, but it had started to feel like you didn’t even have a boyfriend with how much he was absent.

“Almost a month, actually,” you whispered.

Eyes closing in guilt, Taehyung inhaled and released his hold on you. “I can’t keep doing this to you. I won’t. I think we should go back to being friends.” The word ‘friends’ felt like a punch to the gut. The two of you have been friends since freshman year, meeting through your mutual friend group, and started dating a year after that. To go back to where you started after being together for two years hurt like hell.

“But I don’t need to go out on dates all the time. You know I don’t care about all that.”

“Yeah, but I do, Y/n. I can’t give you what you deserve, and I refuse to keep doing that to you.”

“Tae…” Is all you managed to whimper. At this point, you knew you were a mess as you cried openly in front of him. You didn't know what else to say to get him to stay. Taehyung was firm in most of his decisions, and this seemed like one of those times he couldn’t be swayed.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I’ll see you around, okay?” Your hand shot out to stop him, and your fingers weakly gripped the sleeve of his jacket. His brown eyes met yours, and you saw how red they were as tears of his own threatened to fall. “Y/n, please let me go. Please.” His voice cracked with each word. The pain in his tone hit you hard enough that you let go of him, your arm falling limp at your side.

He looked as though he had more to say, but only stared at you for another minute before tearing his gaze away and rushing out without another word.

More than anything, you wish that your mind would forget. When Taehyung showed up at your dorm room on that fateful Friday night, he was sullen and didn’t attempt to return the kiss you gave him. You knew something was wrong, and your gut told you he wasn’t paying you a positive visit. Your instincts had, of course, been right. It was only two months ago, but it seems as if so much more time has gone by.

You don’t know how he does it. Taehyung sits at the table across from yours, talking to Jungkook and Seokjin about something that you can’t hear amongst the cafeteria’s sounds.

He laughs genuinely, head thrown back and mouth open wide. His hair is getting long, so it moves when he shakes his head, the strands swishing below his eyebrows and almost getting into his eyes. He’s sitting so close to you, laughing with your mutual friends as if you aren’t always living in the past.

Does the pit in the bottom of his stomach ache when he sees you as yours does? Does his heart clench in his chest when he hears the sound of your voice? Do the moments the two of you spent together constantly play on repeat in his head upon hearing the mere mention of your name?

Every time you see Taehyung around campus, he seems as though he’s moved on and is living his best life. He’s still in theater and preparing for the upcoming play. His art is still winning contests, and his photography is frequently featured in the university’s weekly blog. Last you heard Jungkook mention, he received an A in their shared science class, and his grades seem to be doing just fine in the rest of his other classes.

You can’t relate, no matter how much you beg yourself to move on. Even when he had started to distance himself and cancel dates and not return your calls, you still wanted it to work so bad. You still do.

“Y/n?” A voice calling out from beside you rips you from your memory of the breakup. It plays in your head far too often than you’d like.

“What?” You sniffle and glance at a frowning Sooyoung.

“I asked if you’re up to going out with Yerim, Joohyun, and me tomorrow night?” She offers you an encouraging smile, doing her best to cheer you up. Sooyoung is your best friend and roommate and has been by your side through the entire breakup. You continuously apologized for how much you seem to monopolize her time with your problems, but she is nothing but supportive of you throughout the ordeal.

“I don’t know,” you start, your attention going back to Taehyung when you hear his roommate Jimin call out to him as he approaches his table.

Sooyoung follows your gaze, letting out a knowing ‘hmm’ and laying her hand atop yours on the table. “Y/n, please come? You haven’t been out since that day, and I miss spending time with you. Yerim and Joohyun miss you.”

Tearing your eyes from Taehyung, you turn to meet her eyes. The look she gives you lets you know the concern she harbors without having to say anything.  You’d be the first person to admit that you were still mourning your ex-relationship on an almost daily basis. You haven’t been out to spend time with your closest friends since the breakup, and you’d be lying if you said it isn’t lonely.

You took a break from your role on the university blog because you couldn’t stand the sympathetic looks whenever Taehyung’s name would show up attached to a photo for an article. You also stopped going to the anime club because Jimin and Jungook were in it, and they talked about Taehyung too much for you to bear. Ultimately, you had become somewhat of a recluse aside from going to class and working in the campus health center.

After deciding that maybe, just maybe, getting out and spending time with your friends would mend you, you agree to Sooyoung’s offer.

She rubs your arm comfortingly in response, assuring you that you were going to have fun and that it would be good for you.

It’s sometime after your 4th shot of bourbon that the lights in the dingy club seem much brighter than they had when you got there. After your 2nd vodka and coke, walking is trickier, and your heels are pinching your feet. You’re not sure how long you’ve been here, but you want to go back to your dorm room and go to sleep.

Sooyoung helped you get as dolled up as you would let her for tonight. With your hair styled, a slinky blue dress on, and a face full of makeup, you and your friends piled into Joohyun’s car and drove to the club closest to campus, her serving as the designated driver for the night.

It’s nothing glamorous, just your standard too crowded nightclub that smells heavily of body odor and alcohol. It’s the only club near campus, so on any given night, you can find half the room consisting of students you shared a class with or seen in the hallways.

Tonight is different, though. Most of the crowd seems to be much older than a lot of the students you know. A sense of discomfort washes over you as soon as the four of you walk in, but you shake it off and tell yourself you need this and that you need to spend time with your friends.

It’s why you say yes to shot after shot and drink and after drink, but it doesn’t help. Every man that walks by your table looks like Taehyung. Every man that you hear speaking over the near-deafening music sounds like Taehyung. You swear you even catch a whiff of the same woodsy cologne he wears, just for a second.

Before you even register what you’re doing, your phone is in your hand, and you’re scrolling through your contacts to the letter ‘T.’

It only takes three rings before he answers.

“Y/n?” Taehyung’s deep voice in your ear instantly puts you at ease. You’ve missed hearing him so bad.

“Tae, I want to go home,” you murmur.

“What? Y/n I can’t hear you.”

“I want to go home!” With as much energy you can muster, you yell over the music.

“Where are you? Are you alone?” He asks both questions quickly, concern lacing his tone.

“The club by campus! I’m with Sooyoung and Yerim and Joohyun!”

“Are you all drunk?” You press the phone to your ear, doing your best to hear him over the loud bass pounding around you. You think you hear the sound of keys on his end.

“Yes! But not Joohyun, she’s our designated driver!”

“I’m on my way so stay there. Can you do that for me, Y/n?” Hearing him say your name after what feels forever instantly has your heart racing.

“Okay!” You smile to yourself when the call ends. Taehyung is coming to get you, which means you get to talk to him again. Even though you’ve stayed friends as he had requested, you could never find it in yourself to talk to him much; the pain of having him so close yet not being together was too much to handle.

You’re unsure how long you stay glued to your seat, but Joohyun joins you eventually, and you waste no time in telling her Taehyung is on his way. She looks alarmed, but that’s quickly replaced with a gentle smile and an ‘I’m glad to hear it.’

Once she knows you’ll be on your way out soon, you decide to tell your other friends as well. It only takes a quick scan around the packed club to notice Sooyoung and Yerim dancing with two guys that look familiar, but you can’t place their names. Stumbling slightly when your feet touch the floor, you recover quickly and wobble over to them. When Sooyoung sees you coming, she opens her arms and lets you fall into a hug.

“Y/n! Did you finally come to dance with us?!” The alcohol she’s consumed has definitely gotten to her if the way she slurs her words are any indication.

“No, I’m going back to the dorm.” She pouts in response.

“But we just got here!

“I don’t think that’s true.” You glance at your phone, still not recalling when you got here, but you see that it’s already midnight.

“Is Joohyun taking you home?” Your roommate cranes her neck in search of your sober friend, but you shake your head.

“No, Taehyung is coming to get me.” Sooyoung, who's still had her arms around you this whole time, squeezes you again and squeals.

“Taehyung! I miss him. I miss you two together.” Quick memories of you and Taehyung run through your head at her words. You miss being together too.

You say your goodbyes to your friends before stumbling out of the club and slumping against the cold brick of the building. Phone in hand, you can’t help but open your photo album and scroll through the photos of you and Taehyung that you still have saved. Past the alcohol swirling through your veins, a familiar sense of pain that has stayed with you since the breakup surfaces, and you feel your eyes begin to mist over.

Before any tears can spill, a warm body knocks into your side, throwing you off balance. You stumble a little, but you’re able to regain your balance. Preparing to scold Taehyung, you turn only to see it’s not Taehyung next to you.

“Hey, beautiful,” the gruff voice garbles out, the heavy smell of alcohol on his breath. You don’t recognize the man, but it's obvious he’s much older than you. His calloused hand grasps your upper arm, his skin clammy against your bare skin.

“H-hi,” you attempt to pull yourself from his hold, but his grip only tightens.

“Where are you off to so quickly?” Another effort to remove his hand is useless, as he doesn’t budge. Sinister eyes stare you down making a chill run through you. Your mind may be hazy, but you still have enough sense to know that this is trouble.

“What are you doing? Let me go!” A quick look at your surroundings shows that the street is empty with it being so late at night. The bouncer for the club you exited is a few feet away, but he’s currently on the phone with his back turned towards you.

The man holding onto you tugs you again and manages to get you a few inches down the sidewalk before you’re planting your feet, willing yourself not to budge. He turns towards you with a clear look of annoyance. “I want you to come play with me.” His tone is determined, but you stand firm.

“Fuck you! I’m not going anywhere with you!” A brief game of tug-of-war ensues between you and the stranger as he again attempts to pull you down the sidewalk. He gives up in a huff, then makes a move to grab your waist. You react as quickly as possible and bring your knee up swiftly at the same time that he bends down. When your knee collides with his chin, he lets out a distressed yelp, clutching his jaw.

“You stupid bitch!” He spits, still wincing in pain. Large hands grab your waist before you can back up, but before he can completely lift you off balance, a fist from behind you smashes into the man’s nose, sending him backward and onto the sidewalk. Ignoring his scream, you turn immediately and see Taehyung breathing heavily behind you.

“Let’s go, Y/n.” Taehyung’s warm, familiar hand wraps around your wrist as he whisks you away from the scene. You follow him to his idling car waiting at the curb, and he helps you into the passenger seat.

Wordlessly, he drives the short distance to campus, his jaw tight, eyes fixed ahead. While you admire his side profile, which is just as beautiful as you remember it to be, your eyelids flutter closed against your will, feeling heavier with each street light the car pasts.

As soon as they shut, you’re gently shaken awake by Taehyung, who has the passenger door open as he offers his hand to you. You gladly take it to step out of the car; the feeling of your palms touching has goosebumps shooting up your arm. You miss him so much.

“Tae?” You whisper, finding your voice.

“Hmm?”

“Can I-uh...can I stay with you tonight? I don’t mean that way. I just don’t want to be alone tonight. I’ll even sleep on the floor, just please?”

Taehyung’s still clenched jaw relaxes then, and you watch him visibly soften when he looks down at you.

“You don’t have to sleep on the floor. Jimin is out for the night, so you can sleep in my bed, and I’ll sleep in his.” You feel a goofy smile spread across your face as Taehyung changes your course for his dorm building instead of yours.

His side of the dorm room is the exact way it was two months ago. Textbooks and paintbrushes are piled on his oak desk, clothes hanging on the end of his bedpost, and multiple used canvases sit in the corner. When you tiredly flop onto his unmade bed, the sheets are still soft and smell of him.

“Here,” Taehyung’s voice wakes you when you doze off again. “I’m heading to the bathroom so you can change into these in private.” You take the clothes from him and notice the faint blush on his cheeks. Before you can reply, he’s out the door, leaving you to listen to his sandals scuffle down the hall.

Feeling sleepier with each passing moment, you wriggle out of your dress and slip into the baggy sweatpants and t-shirt, Taehyung’s scent invading your senses even more. Being in his room and his clothes again is bittersweet and you feel your eyes start to water. You love this familiar feeling of comfort and warmth, but at the same time, everything is different. You’re not here to lay in his arms and talk about your future, nor are you here to begin a cozy weekend with just the two of you.

You’re his drunk ex-girlfriend who interrupted his Friday night by drunk dialing him. Tomorrow you’ll wake up with a hangover and drag yourself back to your dorm, alone once again.

You don’t realize you’re crying until Taehyung comes back into the room and rushes to your side, alarm etched all over his handsome face.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?”

“I’m so sorry,” you sob. “I’m sorry I called you to get me.”

Taehyung reaches for the tissues by his bed and wipes your face with them, the tissue coming back dirtied with your foundation and mascara, but he doesn’t pay it any mind. “Hey, you don’t need to apologize. I wasn’t doing anything but lying around on the internet. Besides, that’s what friends are for, right?”

He offers you a smile that is probably his attempt at reassurance, but all it does is have you crying more.

“You don’t even understand. I try so hard to tell myself to get over you, but it’s so fucking hard. You’re out here, living life and excelling at everything and winning awards and getting good grades while all I do is cry over you and mope in my room like a loser because I still love you so much!” You know you look a mess, with your nose running and your makeup smudged, but you can’t stop the tears.

“Y/n…”

“I-I’m going to sleep.” You stand up too quickly, and the alcohol still in your system causes you to stumble. Taehyung looks like he wants to say more, but instead he silently stands up from the bed and watches you crawl under his sheets. You pull them over your head, and you finally stop sobbing, a few hiccups slipping out as you sniffle and eventually fall asleep.

You don’t know what time it is when you wake up, but the sun is shining much too brightly through the thin blinds. Your head is pounding, and your throat is dry. The only thing on your mind at this moment is making it back to your bed and drinking as much water as you can.

Groaning, you roll over and look across the room, seeing the lump you assume is Taehyung, still burrowed in Jimin’s bed. As quietly as you can, you step out of bed to find your dress.

“Are you just gonna leave?” Taehyung’s gravelly voice makes you jump. His messy, dark locks pop out from under the blanket, sleepy eyes glancing your way.

“I...I figured you’d want to get back to your weekend. I’ll wash your clothes and bring them back to you,” you mumble, going back to looking for your dress. You can’t handle the upcoming conversation. Your eyes are already stinging at the thought.

“I want to talk about what you said last night.”

“Tae, I just want to go back to my room. My head hurts, and I’m thirsty, and I need to wash my makeup off.”

“Here,” Taehyung gets out of bed and rummages through his desk drawer, pulling out a bottle of painkillers and a pack of makeup removing wipes. “Take these. There’s water in our mini fridge and uh, I still had the wipes from when you used to stay over…” His sentence trails off as you take both items from him and try to ignore the way your heart squeezes in your chest. He kept something of yours.

“Thanks, but I still want to-” His hand latches onto yours, stopping you from moving and cutting off your train of thought.

“Y/n, please. I know you want to run away right now, but I need you to know that I miss you.” He seems genuine, but you don’t want to get your hopes up.

“Well, you’re so busy with everything, so we never hang out as a group, but it’s okay. Whenever you’re free, we can get everyone together and-”

“No,” he starts, interrupting you again. “I miss you. I miss holding you and kissing you and loving you.” Your breath catches in your throat at his words and as much as you want to fall into his arms, you remember how you got here.

You snatch your hand from his grasp and try to put distance between the two of you. “You’re the one that wanted us broken up, Tae. You wanted to focus on your classes and your job and theater, and you’re flourishing, remember? It looks like you’re doing fine without me.”

His brows knit together, mouth pulling down into a frown. “I know I put us in this situation, but you think I’m flourishing? That couldn’t be further from the truth.”

“According to what I’ve heard, your straight A’s and award-winning paintings would say differently. The way you waltz around with our friends sure makes it seem as though you’re doing just fine!” Hot tears of frustration threaten to fall, but you try to wipe them away. You’re so tired of crying.

“Y/n, do you have any idea why that is? If I don’t throw myself into my art and school and friends, all I do is sit in this room and think of you! I’ve spent every night since we broke up thinking about your laugh and your face and your everything.” Taehyung lets out a shuddering breath, running his hands through his already messy hair.

“Every little thing reminds me of you, and it hurts so fucking bad. Jimin and Jungkook wanted to watch a Harry Potter movie the other day, and I had to leave the room to full-on sob in the bathroom because all I thought about was you and everything else you like. Breaking up with you was the worst decision I have ever made in my life, and I’m reminded of it any time I’m not doing something else.” Now sitting on his bed, Taehyung wipes roughly at his eyes, letting out a groan.

You sit next to him, the two of you remaining in silence as you mull over his words.

“Well, you’re not alone,” you finally speak up. Taehyung lets out a sniffle but doesn’t respond. “I’ve done the opposite actually. I’ve done the bare minimum on my assignments and I’m not doing any of my extracurriculars. Last night was the first night since we broke up that I even went anywhere that wasn’t class or work.”

Another beat of silence. “So, where do we go from here?” Taehyung asks, his voice hoarse.

“I mean, it’s clear neither of us is happy.” He hums in agreement, and neither of you say anything else. The words are on the tip of your tongue, but you can’t help your hesitation. Just ask him, you scream internally. Before you can back out!

“Do you want to get back together?” Your heart is pounding as you blurt it out, and you almost don’t want to look at him. Even with everything he just told you, a small nagging voice in the back of your mind toys with the idea that he’ll say no.

All negative thoughts are cut off as warm hands cup your face and turn you to look at him. Your eyes meet, and the pounding in your chest intensifies, but this time it’s because of how beautiful he looks, even with tear-stained cheeks and bedhead.

“I don’t deserve for you to take me back after what I put you through, but if you want me back, I promise I’ll make it up to you tenfold. I’ll give you everything and then some to make sure you’re happy. I’ll make sure to give you all my attention no matter what, and I’ll even quit theater and art club if you want so I can spend all my time with you. I’ll-”

It was your turn to interrupt him, bringing your lips to his in a firm but sweet kiss. Taehyung’s hands move to your waist to draw you closer, and your arms loop around his neck. You pull back soon after and bury your face in his firm chest, reveling in just how soft and safe he is.

“You better not quit any of your extracurriculars. We’ll find time to spend together, but I won’t allow you to stop doing the things you love. And you don’t need to go above and beyond for me. I just want us to be an us again.” His grip around you tightens, pulling you even closer.

“I love you so much, Y/n. I’ll never hurt you again, I promise.”

“I love you too, Tae, and I believe you.”

Time ticks by as you stay like that, wrapped up in Taehyung’s embrace. At some point, he reclines on his bed and takes you with him as you readjust in his hold. With your headache and dry throat forgotten, you fall asleep on him eventually, and he does the same. Your last thoughts are around knowing the two of you have things to figure out and plans to make, but at least you’ll get to do it together with Taehyung by your side once again.

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Dark Charms

◽ Genre/AU: Fantasy, Romance, Smut, Fluff (if you squint), Magic AU, e2l AU, Harry Potter AU

◽ Pairing: 🐍Slytherin!Jeon Jungkook x 🦁Gryffindor!(f) Reader

◽ Rating: 18+

◽ Warning(s): language, light misogyny, rivals, usual Slytherin & Gryffindor tension, slight Noona kink, light dom/sub dynamic, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, breathplay, spanking, fingering, dirty talk, protected sex, penetrative sex, rough sex, breast play/nipple play, voyeurism/exhibitionist, solo masturbation (m and f), aftercare

◽ Word Count: 9.2k

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@nottodayjjk  T^T thank you for looking this over! I didn’t think it be such a huge fic. ily 💜💜💜

◽ A/N: Another commission, I’m pleased to write. It was a fun challenge to do bringing two of my favorite things together. Thank you @millie-ionaire05 for the request 💜💜

To @jin-the-middle I hope you enjoy this fic dear!!!  Millie is a great friend!

◽ Taglist: @kittaebrat​ @agustdjoon​ @wwilloww​

Two words: Jeon Jungkook. She watched with interest as he soared effortlessly across the sky, wind whipping his long black hair about as he practiced Quidditch. The emerald green robes he adorned only made him stand out. She could see his mouth moving as the team worked on their maneuverability. As their coach, he only strived for the best. He knew his legacy was at stake once he graduated. Jungkook could have quickly gone pro; at least five teams scouted him during his time at Hogwarts. Yet, he decided to return to further his education. 

Since the International Confederation of Wizards Summit four years earlier, the heads of the magical schools determined that they should stand together. It was announced that any magical student could choose to continue their education further after their seven years were completed. Like the non-magical educational system of higher learning, an international magical ‘university’ was created. The best place to house this new university? Hogwarts. And on the fifteenth anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts, the new school was created.

Y/N decided after her years at Ilvermorny she would transfer to Hogwarts and further her career as an Auror. Seeing as Harry Potter had led the department for years. Also, Minerva McGonagall was someone she held in high esteem. What better way to learn than to score an apprenticeship with one of the most accomplished witches and wizards of her time. Y/N worked hard, and soon enough, she received her owl in the post congratulating her on entrance into magical university.

The first few months took some getting used to, especially since she had to go through the sorting ceremony once again. She’d been sorted in Gryffindor, not to much surprise. At Ilvermorny, she had been in the Thunderbird house. Still, it was a nice change of pace. If she had to admit, there had been a bit of culture shock. Luckily she made some friends in the various houses that helped her adjust to the new environment. One, in particular, Kim Namjoon, a studious Ravenclaw, would have also joined the university. He aimed for a spot on the Hogwarts staff as the new professor of Transfiguration. He had been able to secure the TA position for the class. As the TA, he was given more responsibilities since a new professor hadn’t been hired yet. He hoped McGonagall would just give him the job as she was already stretching her duties thin with overseeing his lessons and being the current Headmistress of both schools. 

Namjoon walked out of Transfiguration only to be stopped by a few third-year students asking for advice on the recent assignment about Animagi and he politely answered each and every one. Once he was able to move away, Namjoon strolled over to Y/N; his eyes followed her line of sight with a knowing smirk.

“Jungkook catching your attention again?”

She sputtered, jumping at his sudden appearance next to her. Clutching her books, she slapped his arm playfully. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack, Joon?!”

He tried dodging her hit with a laugh, his dimples deepening as he grinned. “I couldn’t help it. Your face was priceless, just staring out at the Quidditch field.”

Y/N rolled her eyes as they began to walk towards the Great Hall.  “Now you’re teasing.”

“Listen, after being in class with third years, making sure they don’t cause havoc or blow anything up, I need a break.”

Y/N hummed in understanding as they reached the enormous double doors and found a nice spot to chat. Namjoon settled on the wooden bench and poured them both a healthy portion of pumpkin juice. 

“So,” he began, only pausing to sip his drink. “I’ve got some inside info that might interest you.”

“Oh?” she looked over the brim of her goblet, interest sparkling in her eyes. “Spill it, Joon.”

He adjusted his glasses with a smirk. “There may be a spot opening for an apprenticeship at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.”

Y/N almost spit her juice out. “Are you serious? Joon, you better not be lying!”

He put his hands up with a laugh. “I swear it’s true. McGonagall told me when I was handing in some homework, I graded.”

“T-This is amazing! I’ve been waiting for a chance to get in. I–”

“However–”

Y/N’s shoulders slumped. She didn’t like where this was going. “What? What’s the catch?”

“No catch. You just have to get the job as the T.A. for Defense Against the Dark Arts,” he explained.

Crap.

Just then, loud noises erupted from the entrance of the Great Hall. It seemed the Slytherin Quidditch team had just ended practice. They filed in, talking and laughing. Jungkook was pulling up the rear and walking over with them to their table. They passed the Y/N and Namjoon’s table. Jungkook lifted his head and gave a short wave to Namjoon while ignoring her completely. The realization dawned on her. It was common knowledge that Jungkook loved Defense Against the Dark Arts. It was almost obsessive. It was even said his dueling skills almost rivaled Dumbledore’s.

She bristled at his cold shoulder as he continued to pass. Namjoon chuckled, shaking his head. 

“Did he just ignore you?”

“Yeah, I guess he did,” she said with a huff, cursing quietly under her breath. “He’s gonna apply, isn’t he?” she mumbled.

“You know he is, Y/N. You should do it too. You’re quite the competition. You won’t know until you try,” he mused.

And he was right. What did she have to lose really?

---

Y/N sat in the library, glancing over the rolls of parchment splayed out before her. This application was certainly thorough. She read to herself quietly, wanting to take it all in before beginning to write. Quill in hand, she studied the questions carefully. This application was going to determine how her career would go. Madam Pince lurked as she lit the candles as the library darkened. Once she realized Y/N wasn’t up to any good. She went and watched a group of fifth years attempting to get into the restricted section.

A rustling came from her left and Y/N paused, quill still in hand. Lo and behold Jeon Jungkook had entered the library. Messenger bag over his shoulder, he looked around for any available tables. Alas, only one seemed preoccupied with just one person: Y/N. He frowned slightly, walking over hesitantly. He pointed to the empty chair across from her.

“Mind if I sit?”

Y/N blushed looking up at him but nodded. Jungkook sank into the chair pulling multiple scrolls out of his bag. Quill in hand, he began writing diligently. Y/N couldn’t help but stare as he looked so focused while working. The candlelight flickered softly on the tattoos etched across his hand. She blushed going back to her own work, but couldn’t help seeking quick glances at him. This was probably the first she ever was this close to him and the view did not disappoint. 

Jungkook felt eyes on him as he tried to ignore Y/N while he wrote. if he had his way he would have worked in his dorm, but Jimin had decided that tonight, he wanted some alone time with his girlfriend. He didn’t want to hear them going at it while he laid in the next bed over. Annoyed that Y/N was still staring, Jungkook slammed his quill down making her almost jump in her chair. A loud hush came from across the library as Madam Pince shot him a warning look.

“What are you looking at?”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. What was with his attitude? She brushed it aside and decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. After all, they really hadn’t gotten to know each other up to this point.

“What are you working on?”

Jungkook lifted his brow, eyes going back to the parchment. “Why do you want to know?”

Y/N looked taken aback by his comment. He seemed annoyed by her question. In reality, he was. Jungkook tried to keep his distance from Y/N most of the time. Ever since she had come to Hogwarts, she rubbed him the wrong way. Y/N beat him in almost every academic way. It irritated him to no end. Jungkook was the ideal student. They didn’t call him the Golden Snake for nothing. But with her there, he had to work a bit harder at his grades trying to surpass her scores. It only led him to be stressed and annoyed the majority of the time. Taking his frustrations to the Quidditch field.

She bit down on her bottom lip feeling intimidated all of a sudden. “N-No reason. I was just curious.”

Jungkook snorted, glancing down at the parchment. “Not that it would interest you, but there’s this apprenticeship I’m applying for.”

Her eyes widened as they darted from one scroll to the next. “What’s the apprenticeship?”

Jungkook sighed heavily as he set his quill down. He gave a stare making her avoid his gaze. “The Department of Magical Law Enforcement.”

“The one that includes the T.A. for Defense Against the Dark Arts?”

Jungkook’s face twisted into a heavy scowl. “Don’t tell me you’re applying for it as well.”

Y/N sat up straighter trying to give off a vibe of confidence. “Yes. Yes, I am.”

Jungkook stood up gathering his things with a sneer. “Doubt you’ll get it, Y/N. I’ve worked my ass off all these years for this opportunity. You think you can worm your way into being the best student? Well, think again.”

Her jaw dropped in shock at this revelation as Jungkook stormed out of the library earning a stern glare from Madam Pince.

---

“Wait, I’m confused. He said that to you?”

Y/N forked at the shepherd’s pie and nodded sadly. “I-I didn’t know he felt that way about me. I mean, we’re pretty evenly matched in grades.”

Park Jimin, another Slytherin took a seat next to Namjoon giving them both a wave. “You’ve seen how he is with Quidditch. Of course, he’s super competitive. You kind of messed up his streak Y/N.”

“But did he have to be so rude about it?”

Jimin shrugged, stealing one of the sausages from Namjoon’s plate much to his displeasure. “Who knows what goes through his mind. All I know is that he sees you as a threat and considers you his rival.”

Y/N’s lips pouted as she pushed her plate aside. “But I did nothing wrong.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Jimin stated. “You’re on his list now.”

Namjoon shook his head in disbelief, reaching over to pat her hand comfortingly. “It’s going to be alright, Y/N. Do your best. The committee knows how hard you work. You’ll definitely get the position.”

---

Y/N read over the instructions of the sleeping draught before getting the necessary ingredients. Muttering to herself, she walked over to the Potions supply closet to grab what she needed.

“Lavender, where are you?”

Her eyes scanned the shelves looking for the purple sprigs. She lit up once she saw them peeking behind an extra mortar and pestle. Standing on her tiptoes, Y/N tried to reach for them only for a hand to shoot in front of her to grab them. The intricate ink patterns on the fingers could only belong to one person. Jeon Jungkook. She sighed as he pulled the lavender off the shelf giving her the tiniest acknowledgment. He turned to walk away when she grabbed the sleeve of his robe.

“Um, that was mine first, Jungkook.”

He froze, whirling around to give her a cold stare. “Does it have your name on it?”

Y/N flinched slightly under his intense gaze. “N-No, but–”

“B-But,” he mimicked mockingly. With a snort, he turned back on his heel. “You can have it when I'm done with it.”

Her eyes blinked in surprise. She watched his retreating form going over to the table with the rest of his Slytherin buddies. She grabbed the Valerian sprigs and walked back into the classroom. Throat tightening, she tried to keep her composure as she made her way back to her table. He knew she couldn’t start the Sleeping Draught without the lavender. It took awhile to make the paste. Her eyes cast over to him as he took his sweet time pulling the lavender out and making a show of taking out each sprig slowly. Her face felt hot as she watched him chatting and laughing with his friends. Once she knew he wasn’t planning on giving them back, her face darkened with anger. All her reasoning going out the window. She grabbed something out of one of the bowls and stomped angrily over to his table, fist balled. Before she knew it, Y/N smacked him across the face with the flobberworm mucus and snatched the lavender from his hands.

She shook it in his face, her cheeks puffing with anger. “Don’t be so full of yourself, Jungkook! Just cause you’re popular doesn’t mean you can be an asshole!”

The classroom grew silent. Jungkook could have caught a frog in its mouth with how far it opened. The runny mucus dripped down his face as he stared at her, mouth ajar. Y/N realized all the attention was on her as the silence filled the room. Her cheeks flushed deeply and she stepped back just as Professor Slughorn waddled in quite perplexed about what was going on. She turned around staring at them as her lip trembled.

“May I be excused?”

He nodded and Y/N ran out without another word. Jungkook bit down on his lower lip as he watched her runoff. Trying to wipe off the mucus and save face.

---

“Yer okay, Y/N?”

She looked up to see Hagrid standing there with Fang. The large hound bounced over demanding pets and hugs. Y/N chuckled scratching behind his ears earning her a lick across the face. Hagrid laughed taking a seat on a tree stump as Fang laid his head across her lap.

“What brings ya out ‘er, Y/N?”

“Oh, just wanted some air,” she answered evasively.

Hagrid raised his brow and tutted. “Looks like tears I see.”

She sniffed patting Fang’s head gently. “Was a little upset during Potions? Jungkook–”

“Ah, Jungkook eh? Blimey, good flyer. A lil full of himself but pleasant. You don’t like ‘em?”

“It’s...I don’t know. He’s been mean to me for no reason.”

“Ah I see,” Hagrid stroked his beard deep in thought. “Could mean he fancies yer.”

“What?” Y/N gawked at the older man in disbelief. “I don’t think so, Hagrid. He’s made it very clear he doesn’t like me.”

The groundskeeper shrugged with a smile. “In my experience, that means a boy like ya.”

Y/N glanced down at Fang shaking her head. “I doubt it, Fang. He doesn’t like me. He can’t stand to be around me.”

Hagrid stood and Fang bounced up going to stand at his heels. “Hope ta see yer later at dinner, Y/N. Keep yer head up. Ya gonna git that apprenticeship for sure. Yer a hard worker.”

She tried not to sniff at Hagrid’s kind words. “T-Thanks, Hagrid.” She stood up wiping her robes. “I better get back inside. They probably already told McGonagall about me walking out of class.”

“Yer be fine. See ya later.”

She waved to the groundskeeper as she walked back to the castle. Just as she approached the entrance hall. A familiar voice rang out on the stairs.

“Y/L/N!”

Y/N stopped in her tracks. The Headmistress was standing at the top of the stairs, arms crossed over her chest, and her famous stern look across her face.

“Er...yes Professor?”

“Come with me, please,” McGonagall turned on her heel and walked away. Y/N felt more eyes on her as she followed her up the stairs. A few groups murmured to themselves in curiosity making the young woman even more unsure of her fate.

They arrived at the gargoyle and McGonagall waited for Y/N to catch up.

“Sugar quill,” the Headmistress replied. 

The gargoyle sprung to life and jumped to the side letting them pass. Many scenarios passed through her mind. Why was she taken to the Headmistress's office? Was it because of her stunt in Potions? Did she forget to do any duties in the dorm? Y/N’s anxiety shot through the roof. It didn’t help that McGonagall was always discrete. HI :3

“P-Professor?”

“Yes, Y/L/N?”

Y/N wrung her hands nervously biting her lip. “I didn’t mean to do it. I-I was just so angry and–”

McGonagall rounded on her giving her a strange stare. “What on earth are you talking about, Y/L/N?”

She stared back at McGonagall curiously. “I-I’m in trouble?”

The Headmistress sighed, shaking her head slowly. “No. I brought you here to speak about the apprenticeship.” She gestured towards the other person in the room whom Y/N finally noticed. Jungkook sat in one of the armchairs, eyes avoiding her. “Jeon is also here as well. Have a seat.”

Y/N plopped down in the chair adjacent to Jungkook and looked forward as McGonagall sat at her desk. In the portrait above her desk, Albus Dumbledore was snoring quietly, sleeping in the picture. The other previous Headmasters and Headmistresses watched with interest. Jungkook seemed confused just as much as Y/N was. 

“Professor, why are we here?”

McGonagall sighed, drumming her fingers on the aged desk. “I suppose I should reveal why you’re here. You both applied for the apprenticeship for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Correct?”

The two students nodded in unison.

“You were aware only one would be chosen as well.”

“Yes,” Y/N answered growing anxious.

Jungkook mirrored her expression giving a small grunt in response.

A ghost of a smirk appeared on McGonagall’s face as her eyes met each of theirs in return. “I am pleased to inform you that the board was so impressed that they wanted you both to do the apprenticeship.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped in shock. Jungkook’s eyes widened making him look like a terrified bunny. McGonagall raised her brow as her lips thinned in slight annoyance. “Well, don’t be happy all at once.”

Jungkook blinked a few times letting out a soft chuckle. “Wow! I’m speechless. T-Thank you, Professor.”

Y/N bobbed her head eagerly. “Yes. This is a wonderful opportunity.”

“Yes, it is,” McGonagall replied before getting up to stand in front of the desk. “You both will leave for London at the end of the week. You will have room and board at the Leaky Cauldron during your stay and meet with the Department heads at the Ministry of Magic.”

She pulled out two envelopes and handed them to the both of them to look over. “Everything is covered in the letter. What you need to bring, what they expect from you while there, and even dress code,” she explained. “I’ve already contacted the Heads of your houses. They are aware and have made the necessary preparations. When you return, you both will be the TAs for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class and run the dueling club. Congratulations to you both once more.”

McGonagall cracked a rare smile. “I’m very proud of you two. Make sure you speak with the Heads of your houses before you leave on Saturday.”

They both nodded as they left the office. Jungkook stuffed the envelope in his robes and stood awkwardly in the hall as Y/N turned in the direction of Gryffindor Tower. He scuffed his shoe against the cobblestone floor trying to think of something to say.

“Y/N–”

“Y/N!”

Namjoon ran up to her, his smile bright on his face. “I just heard the news! Congrats!”

“Jeez, how fast does news travel around here?” Jungkook muttered.

Namjoon wrapped Y/N in a hug, lifting her off the ground.  She squealed as he spun her around. She laughed, giving him a soft punch in the arm. “Don’t be a dork. How’d you find out?”

Namjoon was about to answer when his and Jungkook’s eyes met. He gave the younger male a nod of acknowledgment before steering Y/N away. Jungkook watched them momentarily before heading back to the Slytherin common room, a dark expression on his face. “You know Slughorn doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut. Especially when it’s about someone in his house. He wouldn’t shut up about Jungkook.”

Y/N giggled. “Of course.”

Namjoon dropped his voice, pulling her off to the side. “Are you okay? I heard about what happened in Potions class.”

She let out an exasperated sound. “Now how did you figure that out?”

“Hagrid and Hoseok.”

“Figures,” she muttered with a frown, then shrugging with a sigh. “I’m fine if that’s what you’re concerned about. I let my emotions get the best of me. He made me so angry and I never did anything to begin with. I just…I don’t know, saw red.”

“Good for you. Sometimes he needs to get off his high horse. Jimin said he didn’t stop cursing after class ended. But he seemed fine back there.”

“Yeah, he didn’t say much. The real test will be when we leave for London,” she mused.

“I admit I’m jealous. This is a great opportunity, but I’m proud of you,” the dimpled man gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. “I knew you could do it.”

Y/N wrapped him in a warm side hug. “Thanks, Joon. I appreciate your support.”

“How about we go to Hogsmeade and celebrate? Three Broomsticks? My treat,” he offered.

“Oh, I don’t know, Joon–”

“For the first time, I’m offering up some fun. C’mon, it will be fun. Hoseok and Taehyung are coming.”

Y/N sighed in defeat. “Okay. Okay. I’ll go.”

---

She was thankful for her friends. Going out with them lifted her spirits and got rid of her jitters. Before she knew it, Saturday was already there. Y/N lugged her suitcase down the stairs of the Entrance Hall. They were only staying in London for a week, but she wanted to be prepared. Jungkook appeared next to her, his Quidditch team in tow. He groaned with a smirk. 

“It’s only for a week. But you all better practice. I don’t want any slacking going on while I’m away. I have my way of knowing if it's true.”

Namjoon walked out of the Great Hall, books in hand. He ran over giving Y/N a quick hug. “Good luck, Y/N. I’m happy I got to say goodbye before class.”

“Where’s everyone else?”

Namjoon snorted out a laugh. “Hungover. You know Hoseok and Taehyung can’t hold their drinks. That mulled mead knocked them on their asses.”

Y/N burst into laughter. “I almost forgot that! Why’d they order that?” She snorted in between giggles. 

Hagrid appeared at the double doors. He would be escorting the two of them to the train station. Y/N gave Namjoon a tiny smile. “That’s my cue. I’ll see you in a week.”

Namjoon winked before rustling her hair. “Knock 'em stupefied, Y/N.”

She nodded as Hagrid grabbed her suitcase and she followed after him. Jungkook waved to his group bringing up the rear.

They reached the train station in Hogsmeade with some time to spare. Hagrid assisted Y/N with getting her suitcase on board. He turned to Jungkook and clapped his hand on his back making the young male’s knees buckle.

“Best ‘o luck to yer. Take care.”

Jungkook, shaky from almost falling over, nodded slowly as he got on the train. Y/N gave Hagrid a warm smile. “Thanks, Hagrid. See you soon.”

Even though the train wasn’t full of students - as it would usually be -, it was still packed with people heading into London. Unfortunately, everyone seemed in sour moods for the most part. Another security measure was put in place per the Ministry's orders. Witches and wizards could not apparate into the Ministry or use the Floo network. Even after Voldemort’s take-over of the magical offices, people were still nervous. Some Death Eaters still hadn’t been caught. Y/N found Jungkook easily and entered the compartment taking a seat opposite him. He ignored her, choosing to read during their journey. That suited her just fine. She pulled her notes out and scanned them over.

The train ride remained quiet. It wasn’t until the food trolley lady came by. 

“Anything off the carts, dears?” She smiled at them, putting the brake on the cart.

Jungkoook raised his hand and took out a few Sickles. “I’ll take a few Cauldron Cakes.”

To Y/N’s surprise, he jerked his chin towards her. “Do you want anything?”

Luckily he couldn’t catch the blush from under her freckles. “I’d like a Pumpkin Pasty, please.”

The trolley witch nodded and began to hum getting their treats together. Jungkook handed her a few more Sickles. “May I also have some Chocolate Frogs, Crystallized pineapple, and some Sugar Quills?”

Y/N watched in wonder as he was given an armload of sweets. Jungkook seemed happy as he settled into the seat with his snacks, munching away on a piece of the pineapple. She snorted out a giggle causing him to stare up at her. 

“What’s so funny?”

Y/N put away her notes to unwrap her pumpkin pasty, nibbling on a corner. “I don’t know...it’s just...you’re athletic. I figured you to be into healthy foods.”

He shrugged, giving a ghost of a smirk. “I’ve always had a sweet tooth. Something me and my mom would do together. She’d take me to the candy store every Sunday and I’d get to pick a treat.” The look of fondness crossed his face. As if looking at Y/N for the first time, he let his walls crumble a bit. “You know I’m a Muggle-born?”

That was shocking. Y/N blinked a few times in surprise. “Wha–really?”

Jungkook nodded settling into his seat, now taking a chocolate frog out of the box. “Mhmm. Was quite a shock to my parents, but they’re supportive.”

“That’s...that’s good,” Y/N replied. “My parents are your average witch and wizard. Nothing much to speak about. Dad and mom were in the MACUSA as Aurors.”

Jungkook’s signature doe look appeared on his face. “Oh wow. How was that growing up?”

“Too many babysitters,” she joked. “Still, they made sure to greet me each year when I came home from school.” She shrugged looking out the window. “I guess that’s why I want their approval. I wanted to learn from the best. See where it had started.”

Jungkook hummed quietly in understanding. The car grew silent as they both got lost in their thoughts. Jungkook surprised Y/N. Behind that cocky athlete facade, he wasn’t that bad of a person. Learning more about him made her attraction to him rise significantly. Of course, she wouldn’t share that with him.

Jungkook snuck a glance at Y/N as she watched the scenery go by. It was weird. In the short amount of time talking to her, he didn’t think she was that bad. In fact, she was similar to him in a way. Both ambitious in their goals and at being the best. Sure, he’d been a jerk to her, but maybe they could move past it.

The last two hours passed by quickly and the Hogwarts Express pulled into King’s Cross Station. The whistle blew loudly signaling that the train had come to a complete stop. Jungkook rose grabbing his duffel bag with a grin. 

“Guess we’re here.”

Y/N quickly gathered her things, standing up. “Wasn’t a long trip at all.”

Jungkook chuckled lightly. “Next time, I'll tell the Professor we should apparate.”

Y/N snorted as Jungkook moved to the side to let her pass. “I’d love to see her face when you ask.”

Jungkook shook his head with a look of horror. “On second thought, bad idea. I don’t want to be on the opposite end of her temper.”

They laughed reaching the stairs of the train, Jungkook softly placed his hand on her lower back guiding her off the train. An electric current ran up her spine, making Y/N gasp softly. The initial contact covered her face in a deep shade of red. Jungkook grabbed both their suitcases and they wheeled them to the Leaky Cauldron. The innkeeper, Hannah Abbott, stood at the bar, waving before wiping her hands and stepping forward.

“Hello! I was getting worried you hadn’t arrived yet. Let me take you up to your rooms.”

They followed her up the stairs and Hannah assigned room three to Y/N and room four to Jungkook. Their bags were placed into their respective rooms. 

“When you finish freshening up, there’s a message for you down at the pub,” Hannah called as she walked down the stairs.

Y/N walked back inside her room and began to unpack. Though they were only staying a week, she overpacked a bit. Besides one set of her robes, she put a few outfits away.

As if I’ll be going anywhere but the Ministry.

Still, it was nice not to wear a school uniform for a bit, although they were more lenient on the older students. After changing into a simple pair of jeans and a sweater shirt, Y/N walked down the stairs. Jungkook was already seated at the bar. He turned his chair in her direction waving her over. Y/N closed the space between them, taking the seat adjacent to him. Hannah finished with another customer and pulled an envelope out of her apron pocket. She handed it to Jungkook with a grin. 

“For you both.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Abbott.”

“Please, call me Hannah. None of the missus stuff. We have a formal title in the family,  we don't need anymore. Speaking of which, how is my dear husband?”

“Professor Longbottom is good. I spoke to him before I left.”

“Good. Good. He should be home soon,” Hannah stated. “Well, got people to serve. Just call me if you need anything.”

Y/N leaned over Jungkook’s shoulder as he opened the note and read it to herself.

“Greetings to Jeon Jungkook and Y/L/N Y/N. We are pleased you have arrived in London safely and are excited to start your apprenticeship. Enjoy your weekend in London and we will see you bright and early Monday morning at 9 am sharp. Cheers.”

Jungkook folded the letter and gave a smile. “I guess we can enjoy ourselves until Monday.”

“I guess so,” Y/N mused. While it was nice the department was giving them some free time, she wanted to go to the Ministry and get started. But who was she to complain?

Jungkook lifted his arms stretching as Y/N took notice that his stomach peeked out from under the hoodie he wore. “I think I’m gonna head to Broomstix. They have a new model out I’m dying to see.”

“Oh okay,” Y/N said looking around the pub with interest.

Jungkook bit his lip staring at her. “Would you like to go with me? I know broomsticks might be boring to you–”

“No,” Y/N slipped off her stool with a reassuring smile. “I’d like to tag along. I’ve only been to Diagon Alley one time to get supplies. Usually, I just get it sent straight to Hogwarts.”

“Oh cool. And maybe we can get some ice cream,” he suggested as they walked out the back entrance to the alleyway.

“That would be nice,” she answered with a soft smile.

He turned to her with a quiet smile only to trip on some debris. Y/N held back a giggle as he fumbled around trying to save face. He pulled his wand out and tapped the bricks in their order above the dustbin. 

“Three up, two across,” he muttered.

There was a slight rumble as the bricks shifted and formed an archway for them to walk through. Y/N looked around in amazement. It still made her heart hammer the same it did the first time she visited. She was fairly surprised Jungkook took her by the hand as they walked down the cobblestone walkway.

“Don’t wanna lose you in the crowd,” he responded.

She simply nodded as they weaved through the crowds. They made it to Broomstix in record time. The chimes on the door rang gently as they stepped in. The young male’s eyes lit up at the sight of all the brooms around the shop. He ran over to one in a glass case, almost bouncing on his heels.

“That’s the Yajirushi! Used in the 2014 Quidditch World Cup!” He sighed in awe. “I never thought it would come here!”

“That’s just a prototype,” the shop owner spoke up. “They won’t release it internationally until next year,” he said bitterly.

Jungkook’s face twisted into a pout and he whined softly. “I’ll just have to go buy one when I’m back home,” he reasoned. Y/N looked around at the Firebolts on the wall. “Did you go to Mahoutokoro School of Magic?” she asked curiously.

“Not at all. But I wanted to train with their team. Best around,” he answered.

“I’m surprised you didn’t go pro after you graduated. You’re super talented, Jungkook,” she replied honestly. 

Their eyes met as he gazed at her bashfully. Y/N blushed as she averted her eyes. “I mean you’re not bad...for a Slytherin.”

He grinned, tucking his hair behind his ear. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” He went over to the broom servicing kits. “I’ll just buy a few kits for the moment. Maybe I’ll talk my folks into getting a new broom for next year.” He paid and they walked further down the street, looking at different gadgets and supplies. 

Y/N stared at the animals in the storefront. One owl especially caught her eye, but she willed herself away. Maybe in the future. 

Soon they were sitting at a table at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. Y/N studied the portrait of Florean on the wall above the ice freezer. Still a mystery of what happened to him during the Second Wizarding War. At least a friend of his kept the ice cream parlor in business. 

“Do you wanna share or get our own?” Jungkook asked.

“You want to share?” Y/N gave him an incredulous look.

He shrugged looking at the menu. “We haven’t eaten a real meal yet. Don’t wanna spoil it, I guess.”

“Um, sure. I like anything except mint chocolate.”

Jungkook clutched his heart in horror. “You don’t like mint chocolate?! The inhumanity,” he giggled, shaking his head. “Alright, I’ll get something we both like.”

He returned moments later with a large sundae with chocolate and raspberry flavored ice cream and chopped nuts with tons of whipped cream and cherries. Her eyes widened in surprise.

“Jungkook, this is huge!”

He winked, grabbing a spoon. “I hope you can keep up.”

Y/N raised her brow and took a spoon from him. “You underestimate me, Jeon Jungkook.”

---

Jungkook stared in awe at Y/N as she finished off the remainder of the sundae. She placed the spoon in the dish daintily and smiled at him.

“That was delicious.”

“Holy–” he sat back, amusement on his face. “I’m impressed.”

“I bet you are,” she teased.

He chuckled softly with a nod. “Seriously never seen a girl–”

“Woman,” she corrected.

His doe eyes grew large. “Sorry–woman. I’ve never seen a woman eat that much before.”

Y/N waved the comment off with a smirk. “Told ya you underestimated me.”

“That I did,” he murmured, more to himself than her. He looked out the window noticing the sun begin to set. “Wanna head back to the Leaky Cauldron? Maybe have dinner later?”

You could have knocked her over with a broom. She blinked a few times at him. “Y-You mean like a date?”

Jungkook’s face turned flush as he darted his eyes around. “A date? Um...no. Just dinner and hanging out.”

“Hanging out,” she echoed. She nodded after a moment. “Sounds good. Meet around 7?” It was harmless. Two people becoming better acquainted.

“That works for me,” he answered.

They walked back to the inn and went their separate ways back to their rooms. Y/N spent her time resting before dinner, while Jungkook read a book about Quidditch.

Seven o’clock rolled around quickly. Y/N decided to wear one of her simple dresses to dinner. She tugged at the hem that reached just above her knee. It wasn’t a date, but she could still dress up a bit. As she walked out of her room, Jungkook also was exiting his. His mouth dropped slightly as he stared. The subtle perfume she wore invaded his nostrils all of a sudden.

He let out a shuddered breath. “Um wow.”

Y/N’s self-consciousness took over immediately. She glanced down at her ballet flats nervously. “Uh...shall we go to dinner?”

He bobbed his head gulping softly. “Yeah, let’s get a table.”

They walked down the stairs and located a free table in the corner of the pub. Hannah came over to take their drink orders once they had settled in. Professor Longbottom waved to them from the bar, butterbeer in hand.

“Drinks for you dears?”

“I’ll take a Firewhiskey,” Jungkook replied, glancing at Y/N.

“Oh, uh, I'll take one as well,” she said.

Hannah nodded as she went to retrieve their drinks. Jungkook glanced over the menu already knowing what he would get. “You know what you’re gonna eat?”

“The steak and kidney pie,” she said.

“You like that too?”

“It’s the specialty and delicious,” Y/N replied with a smile.

“True.”

Hannah dropped their fiery tankards off with a warm smile. “Drink, you dears. Whatcha gonna have to eat?”

“Two steak and kidney pies,” he ordered politely.

“Coming right up.”

Jungkook held his tankard up, the drink as the flames danced on the surface. “Let’s toast to new beginnings.”

Y/N nodded in agreement as the tankards clinked against each other and they each took a long swallow. Smoke bellowed from their ears making them laugh. The warmth of the drink washed over Y/N as she relaxed making her grow bold. She hiccuped softly as she looked across the table at Jungkook.

“Why were you so rude to me before?”

Jungkook choked on his drink almost letting it dribble on his shirt. He gave her a perplexed look. Y/N snorted as she took another sip.

“Don’t play ignorant, Jungkook. You know how much of a jerk you were to me at Hogwarts.”

A sense of dread crossed his face. He knew he had it coming. The guilt eating away at his insides. He set his tankard down before making eye contact with her.

“You’re right, Y/N. My behavior wasn’t cool at all. You got every right to hate me. I deserve it. I shouldn’t have gotten so competitive with you.”

“Why the need to be rude about it?”

Jungkook brushed his hair off his face as Y/N took note of his undercut. She couldn’t stop her attraction to him growing. Maybe it was the fire whiskey.

“I-I don’t know. Maybe I considered you a threat. I had to work even harder to be on top. Plus with that Kim guy–”

Y/N’s eyelashes fluttered as she stared at him blankly. “Kim guy? There’s like three. You have to be specific.”

“Uh–”

“There’s the Gryffindor Kim, Ravenclaw Kim, and Hufflepuff Kim,” she explained.

“Which one wears the glasses and teaches Transfiguration?” he asked, tilting his head.

“Ah...that’s Ravenclaw Kim, er Namjoon,” she answered, a frown following after. “Why? What does Namjoon have to do with anything?”

By this time Hannah served them their dinner. Jungkook picked at his pie, taking small bites. “Well...I don’t know. He seems cool. Are you both dating?”

Y/N nearly dropped her forkful of pie into her lap. She shot him a look before breaking out in a laugh. It caused her to snort softly as she got her composure together. Once she settled down, she wiped her eyes of the stray tears and focused her attention back on him.

“Not that it is any of your business, but Namjoon is one of my closest friends at Hogwarts.”

He hummed, shoveling more pie past his lips as their table grew silent. That was an unusual question to answer. If Jungkook wanted to say something, he should have come right out and said it. Holding things back wasn’t something he did, especially with how outspoken he’d been with her back at school. Y/N chalked it up to him being tired. It had been a long day for them both.

The rest of the dinner went smoothly minus that odd point in the middle. Jungkook offered to pay for their meals ignoring Y/N’s protest. He simply shrugged as he handed off a couple of Galleons to Hannah and wished her good night.

“C’mon, I’ll walk you back to your room,” he said holding out his hand.

Y/N bit down on her lip, shaking her head. “That’s not necessary, Jungkook. I can walk myself–”

“Listen, just let me do it. My mom would have a cow if she found out I let a woman walk to her room alone. Shoot she might kill for the way I acted,” he said, regret evident in his voice.

Y/N gave a reluctant nod and took his hand into hers. She noted how warm it was. It made her feel safe for some reason. They climbed the stairs and Jungkook led her to her room. Y/N removed her hand from his, making his chest clench at the loss of contact.

“Um, thanks for walking me back to my room,” she blurted out as the silence between them became too uncomfortable. 

“You’re welcome,” he murmured.

Y/N noticed how close Jungkook had gotten to her. She gulped softly staring up at him. Sleeves pulled back, the ink traveled up his right arm, flexing from his muscles. Jungkook placed his hand against the door, not caging her in, but enough to give her space if she asked.

“Am I making you nervous, Y/N?”

“What if I said yes?”

He bit his lip before pulling it back into a smirk. He used his free hand to wrap her hair behind her ear. “You don’t need to be. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, but if I don’t kiss you right now, I’m going to regret not taking this chance.”

Again, if it wasn’t for her back on the door, Y/N would have fallen over. He wanted to kiss her?! She whimpered softly making Jungkook whine at the noise. His body tingled all over. All he wanted was to be near her. When she placed her palms flat on his chest letting them travel up to grip his broad shoulders, he knew his feelings were being reciprocated. Jungkook bent down, hair falling over his forehead as he brushed his lips gently against hers.

It was a test to see if she wanted to continue. Y/N felt the pull as his lips parted from hers. She caught herself leaning in more. Jungkook smiled down at her, his thumb caressing her cheek. 

“I’m a fool to not have done that sooner.” He nuzzled against her cheek, his lips ghosting her neck, making her throat hitch. He tugged on her earlobe with the gentlest of nibbles. “I am gonna kiss you again. Is that okay?”

“Y-Yes. Please do, Kookie.”

He beamed glancing into her eyes. “First time you used my nickname.” His voice lowered an octave. “Keep using it, Y/N.”

“Alright...Kookie.”

He held back a moan, relishing it. “You make it sound sexy.” He clenched her waist, pulling her closer to his chest. “I need to get you alone. Now.” He lifted her chin to stare at him. “But before we start, can I call you Noona?” he asked shyly.

“What does it mean?” Y/N asked.

“A term guys use for older women,” he answered, placing soft, short kisses on her lips. “I find you incredibly sexy for being older than me.”

She nodded wordlessly as he led them to his door. Before Y/N knew it, they were in his room, door locked and sitting on his bed. He swallowed deeply making his Adam’s apple bob in his throat nervously. He leaned towards her, his hand resting on her thigh.

“This okay?”

She appreciated him asking with each step, but Y/N wanted nothing more than for him to just throw her onto the mattress and take her right then and there. Yes, she liked Jungkook. It was almost too scary how their attraction for each other just exploded at once. 

“Y-You can take the lead, Kookie. I’m okay with it,” she whispered.

Jungkook hummed in understanding, taking a deep breath. His eyes hardened slightly as he let the lust overtake him. He grabbed the back of her head, tugging on her hair, and brought her lips against his. The kiss nearly knocked the wind out of her. Y/N grabbed the front of his shirt, fearful she’d fall off the bed. Jungkook gripped her waist with his free hand, it roamed along her curves and a guttural moan formed deep in his throat. They broke apart for air and Jungkook kissed along her jaw to her neck, nibbling as went. Y/N squirmed against him, whimpering softly at the sensation. She bit her lip as he traveled lower to her collar bone, snaking his tongue along there leaving feverish kisses in his path.

“You taste delicious, Noona,” he cooed against her skin. 

As he pulled away, his pupils were blown out from being aroused. “I-I always wanted to see how you would touch yourself. See what makes you feel good and fall apart,” he confessed.

Y/N let out a noise like a soft purr. She nodded as she got off the bed slipping the straps of her dress off her shoulders. Once she shimmed out of the top part, the rest fell to the floor in a heap. He let out a sharp breath as he watched her bare her sensual body to them. Though she wore her undergarments, it was enough visual for his cock to strain in his jeans. She stepped out of the dress and got back onto the bed. Jungkook assisted with arranging the pillows so she’d be comfortable. Once she had settled against the pillows, with Jungkook sitting at the edge of the bed, Y/N began to caress her skin starting at her neck. Jungkook let out what sounded similar to a snort. Her hands slid down to her breasts still confined in the simple cotton bra she wore. Her nipples strained against the plain fabric. She circled one with her index finger, letting out a hiss as she pinched it, tugging it with light pressure.

Her head tilted back as she thought of her hands as Jungkook’s hands roaming her body. She bit down on her bottom lip until playing with her breast wasn’t enough. Her hand slid over her panties, rubbing through the material as she felt her clit, already swollen and throbbing. Jungkook’s eyes never left her movements. He noticed the wet patch between her legs. His erection almost painful by now. She barely touched herself and he was a total mess.

He licked his lips nervously wanting her to show him more. He needed it. Craved it.

Y/N slid her panties to the side, groaning as the cool air made contact with her sex. Her slick making her slit glistens under the candlelight lighting up the room. Jungkook whined like a man starved. He didn’t know how long he’d last. As she flicked her clit, her hips bucked forward. Y/N cried out as she drew small circles around it, teasing herself. Her body growing warm with each touch.

“T-Touch yourself, please,” she requested him. 

Jungkook wasted no time undressing. As he removed his shirt, she noticed more tattoos on his chest and torso. Y/N suppressed another moan as her other hand tweaked her nipple. Fuck, he was a gorgeous man, unlike anyone, she’d ever met. His hard cock strained against the boxers he wore. Grunting, he slipped them off getting into a kneeling position as he fisted his shaft in hand. Red, veiny, girthy, and lengthy, Y/N was nervous about the events that would take place. Would he be too much for her to handle?

Jungkook glanced down at his dick and smirked. “It’s okay, Noona. I’ll go easy on you.”

She shivered in eager anticipation. He started stroking his length, watching as she placed a finger at her entrance. Jungkook bit back on his teeth, making his jaw clench. Y/N slid the finger in with a low moan. She found her rhythm easily, hips moving in tandem with how she pumped her finger in her cunt.

“C-Can you add another?” Jungkook asked, his voice strained. He needed her to be warmed up before he had his turn. She bobbed her head adding another finger inside, keening at the stretch. Little by little her body grew accustomed and her whimpers grew louder. That too familiar feeling formed in her abdomen as the pulse grew. Y/N threw her head back.

“K-Kookie! I-I’m gonna–”

“Go ahead,” he urged through gritted teeth. “Please, Noona.”

At those words, she cried out, body shaking from the force of her orgasm. Jungkook stopped his own pleasure to move next to her, kissing her forehead, now damp with sweat. He brushed the hair off her face, murmuring words of praise.

“You looked so sexy cumming, Noona,” he crooned. “I almost lost it just from the faces you made.”

She blushed looking away as he grinned. “Don’t be ashamed. It was beautiful. You were beautiful.”

He bent down capturing her lips in a kiss, tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth. “Still here? Or sensitive?”

Y/N rested her head against the pillows, still in a daze from her own release. “J-Just a moment.”

“Need some water?”

She shook her head. “N-No, I’m fine.”

She gathered her thoughts as she regained her strength. Surprisingly it didn’t take long for the needy feeling to return. Her insatiable appetite yet to be filled. Her nail dragged down Jungkook’s chiseled abs making him freeze. His eyes darted down.

“Kookie,” she mewled. “I-I want you.”

He let out a hiss sitting up as he grabbed her by her thighs bringing her close to him. “Anything my Noona wishes,” he growled low. 

Her body buzzed with anticipation. Jungkook reached for his wand, waving it towards the nightstand as a few small foil packets appeared. He smirked, taking one, tearing it off, and retrieving the condom to secure it on his cock. Still quite erect, he glanced down at her tilting his head side to the side.

“On your knees,” he ordered, his eyes hardening.

Y/N did as she was told, the mattress giving in. Jungkook licked his lips as he stared at her ass swaying in the air. “Have you ever been spanked?”

She shook her head the best she could.

“Would you like to try? If you don’t like it, I won’t try it again.”

“You can try it,” she answered honestly.

His hand swatted one side of her cheek followed by rubbing the aroused spot. Y/N jerked forward as she felt her muscles clench. She gritted her teeth as she leaned into the touch.

“Good?”

“Again, please, Kookie.”

“Fuck,” he moaned darkly.

He treated the other side of her supple bottom to another swat, rubbing the spot. They continued a few more until he realized how turned on she was getting just from that.

He needed her. Wanted to be joined with. Feel her wrap around him.

Jungkook flipped his hair back as he tugged her panties to the side.

“Ohhh, Noona,” he whimpered. The head of his cock dragged along her slit coating the condom in her arousal. Y/N almost tensed until Jungkook’s free hand moved up to her breasts, removing one for the confines to grope.

He took his time sliding in, almost losing it at the vice grip she held around him. Pinching and playing with her nipples calmed her down so she wasn’t tense.

They let out a collective moan once he bottomed out.

“You don’t know how bad I want to ruin you right now,” he whispered huskily.

“D-Do it, Kookie. Just do it,” she cried out.

Jungkook dug his fingers into her skin as his hips began to move, snapping back and forth as the sounds of their lovemaking filled the room. Y/N gripped the pillows, biting one as her body jerked from the movements. Jungkook was in absolute euphoria. Y/N was not like anyone he’d met before. His lust for her began to turn to genuine infatuation. Y/N could feel her orgasm building more and more and very quickly. Her cunt quivered around Jungkook’s cock, making the young male lurch forward. His hand combed into her hair, pulling her up from the pillows. He turned her head to face him placing a sloppy kiss on her lips. 

“We’re cumming together, Y/N. Do you hear me?”

Exhilaration covered her face as she cooed in response. Jungkook pulled them upright sitting in a kneeling position with her in his lap, back against his chest. He moved her hips slowly, grinding against her as he moved her hand down to her clit.

“Touch yourself,” he softly groaned against her neck, kissing along it.

Y/N rubbed furiously wanting nothing more than to cum with Jungkook. He growled as he held back watching her pleasure herself. Just as Y/N threw her head back, Jungkook captured her lips in a kiss muffling her cries as her hips convulsed. His orgasm joined her as they rode them out together.

Y/N grew limp in his arms from the sheer force and with care, he removed himself from her, propping her against the pillows. He kissed her forehead, nose, and lips before standing up. “Be right back.”

He shuffled off to the restroom to clean himself up, disposing of the condom and wetting a washcloth. He returned moments later and sat Y/N up against him. He began to clean her with care removing the sweat. He summoned a pitcher of water and filled a glass bringing it up to her lips.

“Drink, Y/N,” he instructed.

She obliged, taking small sips. When she had drunk half the glass he put it back on the nightstand. “You should go to the restroom too,” he said stroking her back lightly.

She murmured in understanding, feeling soothed by his hands.

“Are you okay overall? I wasn’t too rough was I?” he questioned.

She twisted her body to him, shaking her head. “No, it was perfect.”

He smiled and kissed her again. Her stomach growled suddenly making them both laugh. “Should I order something while you freshen up?”

“That sounds wonderful,” she answered.

“Maybe, later on, we can...have another round?” he suggested with a sly grin.

“MAYBE THIS TIME YOU’LL SOUNDPROOF YOUR ROOM!” a voice roared.

Y/N laughed as she covered her mouth holding in the giggles. Jungkook blushed darkly as his bunny grin appeared.

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When You’re Mad | KTH & JJK (M)

✨ Summary: The plan is to spend Christmas break just you and your boyfriend, but when his best friend, whom you hate, joins you, you anticipate to spend your first day off being irritated. You are very, very wrong. ✨ Pairing: Jungkook x Female!Reader x Taehyung ✨ Genre: Smut, porn with a smidge of a plot, enemies to lovers if you squint, college au, established relationship ✨ Rating: 18+ (MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED) ✨Warnings: Threesome, dom!Taehyung, switch!Jungkook, sub!reader, oral (m & f receiving), penetrative sex, dirty talk, cursing, mention of alcohol ✨ Word Count: 3.8k ✨ A/N: Surprise and Merry (belated) Christmas, Nikki @baepsaesbae​​! It is I, your Secret Santa Twinkle✨  for @bwcsecretsanta​! I loved chatting with you and getting to know you! This fic came to me in a dream and then I listened to When You’re Mad by Ne-Yo almost repeatedly to keep me inspired, so I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it for you. ❤️ Huge thank you to Dae @birbdae​ for reading this over for me 💖

The silence of campus is made even more apparent with the thick blanket of snow on the ground. The walk to your dorm from the building that houses the laundry room is a near lonely one, but you don't mind. You don’t get snow back home, so being able to see the way the snowflakes glisten around you is almost magical, even if it is the aftermath of a blizzard.

The sound of your boots crunching as you walk echoes around you as you adjust the laundry basket on your hip. Most students on campus have gone home for the week in preparation for the holidays, which leaves just you and a handful of others, which also means you didn’t have to fight over any of the machines.

Your phone rings in your pocket, cutting through the calming atmosphere, and you fumble to answer it.

“Hey, babe!” Your boyfriend’s voice rings through the speaker before you even greet him.

“Hey, Kook. On your way back?”

“Yeah…” he trails off, and you know he has more to say.

“Yeah, what?”

“Well, the trains stopped running because of the snow. Whenever they can clear the tracks, they'll be moving again, but no telling when that’ll be, especially since it’s supposed to snow more later. This means Tae’s coming back with me.” You’re frowning so hard at his words you wonder if he can feel it over the line.

“Babe,” his tone tells you that he already knows what you’re thinking.

“You promised we’d play Among Us when you got back!”

“We can still do that! Tae plays too.”

“No, now I don’t wanna play anymore,” you pout.

“Come on, don’t be like that, Y/n.”

Knowing how much Jungkook strives to keep the peace when you complain about Taehyung, you drop it. “Fine. I’ll be in my room when you get here. Drive safe.” You hang up before he can respond and stomp to your building, your serenity having been ripped away from you.

Taehyung is Jungkook’s best friend and, simultaneously, your least favorite person. You and Jungkook have been dating for two years since you both started college. He and Taehyung became best friends a year into your relationship when he was assigned as his new roommate, and never once have the two of you got along.

It started with small things. You and Taehyung have a couple of the same classes together, and he always seems to try and one-up you. If you answer an equation in front of everyone in math class, he makes sure to correct you on a part you may have missed or could’ve done better. If he is chosen to give a presentation after you in your shared public speaking class, he goes above and beyond what you did before him.

From there, it was trivial things such as cutting in front of you in lines or taking the last of something in the cafeteria. He always speaks with an air of arrogance that burrows under your skin, and you’re always one snide remark away from punching him in his chiseled jaw.

Jungkook laughs it off anytime you mention it, assuring you that Taehyung likes you a lot and isn’t your sworn enemy. You’re not sure what conversations they have when you aren’t around, but you’re not convinced that Taehyung isn’t just a colossal asshole. You already know today is going to be rough.

By the time Jungkook and Taehyung get to your dorm room, your laundry is folded and put away. You’re sprawled on your bed, more than halfway through The Nightmare Before Christmas, and on your first spiked hot cocoa. You’d need a little something if you were going to deal with Taehyung for the rest of the day.

Jungkook sets the plastic bags in his hands on your desk and leans over to kiss you. He smells the kahlua in your cup and takes it from your hands, taking a sip. “Aw, babe, you got started without us.”

“You know where my stash is,” you shrug, trying not to show your aggravation while Taehyung inspects your small bookshelf. You can practically feel him judging your reading taste without him saying anything.

Jungkook, oblivious to the vibe you’re giving off, moves to open the bags he brought, unpacking various snacks, then making himself a drink and offering Taehyung one, which he accepts.

“Does this even count as a Christmas movie?” Taehyung muses, taking a seat on one side of you.

“What?” You frown at him, and he shrugs, clearly unbothered by the dirty look you’re shooting him.

“I mean, isn’t it more of a Halloween movie? Jack only spends time in Christmas town for a bit, and he has that song about the town, but it isn’t very Christmas-y.”

“It can be for both holidays,” you deadpan.

“Eh, I disagree. It's not even-”

“I don’t care what you think. The Nightmare Before Christmas works for Christmas and Halloween!” The tone of your voice is shrill and laced with irritation. Taehyung blinks at you in response, caught off guard by your outburst.

Jungkook cuts the tension with a loud clearing of his throat and calls Taehyung’s name to hand him his hot cocoa. “I think we should just finish the movie, and then we can do something else. Does that work?” Your boyfriend suggests, doing his best to play the peacemaker.

“No, you know what, I want to know what your deal is,” you start, glaring at Taehyung with all of the fire you can muster.

“Y/n, why don’t we just-”

“No, Jungkook. I want him to tell me right now what his issue with me is. It’s been like a year, and all he does is antagonize me, and I’m sick of it! I thought I’d get to enjoy Christmas break spending time with only my boyfriend, but you’re here in my room being the usual thorn in my goddamn side! I deserve to know why you spend so much time pissing me off!” You finish your rant, huffing, and looking as intimidating as possible at Taehyung.

His jaw clenches as his mind is working, presumably coming up with an excuse for his behavior. He shares a look with Jungkook behind you, and you whip around and see your boyfriend nod.

Taehyung lets out a sigh. “I just like messing with you and getting you riled up. It’s fun.” He says simply.

“What?!”

“You’re sexy when you’re mad.”

It was your turn to stare at him blankly, your brain trying to make sense of his words. He’s been fucking with you for an entire year just for fun?

“Is this a joke?” You finally question, and he shakes his head. Remembering the nod Jungkook gave him earlier, you turn to him. “And you knew?”

Looking sheepish, Jungkook nods. “I mean, I told you he liked you and that he didn’t mean any harm by it.”

Frowning, you look between the two men, still at a loss. “I don’t know what to say. You embarrass me in class and talk over me and make fun of shit I like because you think I’m sexy? What is this, elementary school? Gonna put dirt in my hair next?”

Taehyung’s honeyed skin flushes a dark shade of red, and you think it’s the first time you’ve seen him anything other than confident and cocky. “Well, when you say it like that, yeah, it sounds really dumb.”

Deflated, you plop back onto your bed. You had gotten so heated in your earlier outburst that you ended up kneeling on the mattress, poised and ready to fight.

“Unbelievable,” you murmur. You pick up your mug that you at least thought to hand to Jungkook beforehand and down the rest of it in one gulp.

The three of you watch the remainder of the movie in silence, with Jungkook nursing his hot cocoa and Taehyung barely paying attention, scrolling through his phone instead. You keep going back to the idea that Taehyung thought it was a good idea to be a dick to you simply to get you mad for his own pleasure. Knowing it wasn’t done with ill intent does make you feel a little better, and the more you ruminate on it, you shift from being pissed off to oddly flattered.

Once the credits roll on the movie, you grab your laptop in search of another holiday movie. Jungkook speaks first, his words sounding loud in the otherwise silent room. “So, are we going to do anything with this information?”

Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, you look over at him. “What do you mean? What would we do?”

“Well...I mean, Taehyung admitted that he thinks you're attractive, and he and I have talked before about the three of us, uh, you know.”

You turn to face him fully. “Are you telling me you’ve discussed us having a threesome with him?”

“Yes?” Jungkook rubs the back of his neck nervously, eyes darting between you and Taehyung.

“I wouldn’t be opposed,” Taehyung offers up, his usual arrogance back in his tone.

“And to be fair, babe, there was that time like a month ago when we were drinking, and you admitted to wanting to cross a threesome off of your bucket list.” Jungkook points out. “I even asked if you had anyone in mind, and Taehyung was on your list.”

“I was?” Taehyung perks up even more interested in the current conversation.

“I-I was just-I…” You don’t know what to say. Both men are looking at you expectantly, and you don’t have a rebuttal ready. Yes, you remember that drunken conversation you and Jungkook had, and yes, Taehyung is on your list because, as terrible as he previously behaved, he’s still insanely good-looking. The possibility of a threesome was very realistic in college, so it was just a matter of time before the opportunity arose, but nowhere in this life or any other did you think it’d actually be Taehyung that offered.

Jungkook’s gaze softens, his hand reaching for yours to rub circles over your knuckles. “I don’t want you to feel pressured. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, babe.”

You offer your boyfriend a smile and grip his hand. “I don’t feel pressured, Koo. I’m just really surprised by all of this. Today took a complete turn than what I anticipated.”

“I can leave if you want, Y/n.” Taehyung’s hand covers your knee, and he sounds genuinely considerate. His coffee-colored orbs are soft as they scan your face, and his hand is warm through your denim. It takes less than a minute before you decide that you’ve nothing to lose. It’s nearly Christmas, it’s a blizzard outside, the dorms are virtually deserted, and the three of you have little to do, so why not?

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Both men question simultaneously.

“Okay, let’s do it.”

Jungkook’s eyes go wide as he comprehends your consent and shares a look with Taehyung. They communicate telepathically in front of you, stirring up annoyance in you again.

Before either of them make a move, you grab Taehyung’s face and pull him into a kiss. He goes rigid only momentarily, and then his hands are on you, pulling you to straddle his lap. His lips are different from Jungkook’s as the hunger behind them is much more frantic. His large hands squeeze your waist forcing a moan out. He uses the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, immediately taking control. Taehyung is kissing you so hard it feels as though he’ll devour you, and it’s only serving to make you wetter.

Nearly forgetting your boyfriend was in the room, he reminds you of his presence when you feel his familiar lips on your neck, going straight for the sensitive spot under your ear and sucking harshly. You let out a whimper, and Taehyung breaks the kiss, immediately going to the other side of your neck and biting down.

“Fuck!” You shout at the sensation, then melt into both of their holds. Having two pairs of lips on either side of you drives you crazy, and you haven’t even gotten to the best part.

Without warning, both men pull away, and Taehyung is flipping you onto your back, your body bouncing on the mattress. His long, slender fingers work on the button of your jeans while Jungkook’s hands pull your shirt over your head.

“You don’t know how badly I’ve wanted to taste you,” Taehyung speaks into your thigh as he kisses each part of your skin he exposes. “Jungkook always talks about how sweet you are, and I need to find out for myself.” You think you should chastise Jungkook for so openly talking about your sex life, but you can only focus on Taehyung's soft lips that are now kissing your mound through your panties.

"This is what you wanted, wasn't it, baby?" Jungkook's voice is heavy in your ear, fingers tugging on both of your nipples.

“Yes,” you whimper as Taehyung finally peels your panties off and begins blowing on your core.

"How many times have you thought about this? Me letting someone else eat you out while I watch?" Jungkook’s tone is teasing as he ducks down and sucks a nipple into his mouth.

At the same time, Taehyung's lips attach to your clit. He wastes no time sucking on the sensitive bud, sending a spark through your entire body. The suckling sounds he and Jungkook are making have your thighs shaking as you let out a moan loud enough for anyone walking by to hear.

“Fuck, you sound just as sexy as I knew you would.” Taehyung groans as his mouth moves lower, his tongue plunging inside of you. He fucks you with his tongue a few times before he replaces it with his fingers. His mouth goes back to your clit while he fingers you, his fingertips brushing your g-spot every so often.

"Fuck, Taehyung!" His eyes, half-lidded, meet your unfocused ones. He locks onto your gaze as his fingers press deeper, and his mouth sucks harder. Jungkook’s teeth bite harshly on one of your tits, bringing your attention to him. Your eyes meet next as you watch him suck a bright red mark onto your skin, and he offers you a smirk.

Noticing he is still fully dressed when you reach to touch him, you frown. “Off.” You demand, pulling on the fabric of his top. Wordlessly, Jungkook obeys and pulls his hoodie over his head. You marvel at his body as he pulls his jeans off next and your mouth nearly waters at the familiar sight of his hard cock poking out the top of his boxers.

Taehyung pulls your concentration back to him with a particularly hard suck that has your thighs quivering. In a matter of seconds, you’re cumming with one of your hands reaching down to tangle in Taehyung's dark hair and the other clutching Jungkook's strong, bare thigh.

You let out a few more cries as Taehyung cleans up the mess between your thighs. When he pulls away, he shoots you the most sinfully sweet smile as his chin glistens with your juices.

“Holy shit, you taste so fucking good.” He groans. He licks his lips repeatedly, savoring your flavor.

The sight of him has you rubbing your thighs together, already feeling more wetness pool between your legs, yearning to cum again. As if reading your mind, Jungkook grabs your legs to open them back up and moves so that he’s next to Taehyung and between your legs.

"I need to fuck you so bad, baby." Jungkook’s eyes are wild as he scans your still panting form. The sight of his best friend making you cum sent him into a craze, and he was painfully hard.

"Make her use her words, Jungkookie. She has to tell us what she wants." Taehyung demands as he shimmies out of his pants and sweater.

"You know what I want," you beg. You bite your lip and spread your legs further, giving both men a view of your dripping pussy. Jungkook inhales sharply, looking as though he’ll bite his lip so hard he’ll break the skin. Taehyung’s still persistent, his face remaining stoic as he takes in the state of you.

"I wanna hear you say it. Tell us what you want, princess." Taehyung is already out of his underwear and stroking himself. Your eyes follow every flick of his wrist and twist of his hand, aching to touch him too. He’s thicker than Jungkook but just as impressive in length. You can almost feel every visible vein and ridge as you squirm in anticipation, watching him open and roll a condom on.

"Please, please fuck me. I need your cocks so bad!" You know you sound needy and desperate, but you don’t care. Jungkook looks over his shoulder at Taehyung, who gives him a nod.

"I’ll be the one fucking you first." Taehyung begins, grabbing hold of your hips and flipping you over onto your stomach. Jungkook scurries off of the bed and walks around to the other side to stand in front of you. "While I do that, you're gonna suck Jungkookie’s dick. Can you do that, princess?"

“Yes, yes, fuck, yes.” You chant, wiggling your hips for him. Jungkook rubs the head of his cock against your willing lips before slipping as far as he can fit into your mouth. His head falls back, and a throaty groan escapes him, resonating throughout the room.

Taehyung's hand strikes each of your cheeks twice, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine. With each smack, you let out squeals that send vibrations throughout Jungkook's body. While you’re no stranger to being spanked, the feeling of a warm hand other than Jungkook's colliding with your soft skin was different and exciting.

"Tae, you need to hurry up. I can't hold it much longer." Jungkook says to this best friend through gritted teeth. He’s embarrassingly close, but having watched you cum once already, he can barely contain himself.

The older man quickly obliges, running his fingers down your back as he rams inside of you. The obscene squelching sound your pussy makes when Taehyung begins fucking into you is embarrassing yet still manages to turn you even more. The stretch from Taehyung’s girth is nearly painful, but the amount of pleasure outweighs this, so you welcome it, pushing yourself back to allow Taehyung to shove himself deeper.

Finding a rhythm that pleases all of you is difficult at first. Taehyung keeps thrusting forward at the same time as Jungkook, which throws them both off. You are the one to take charge, keeping one arm on the bed to balance yourself while using the other hand to grasp Jungkook's thigh. Every time you push yourself back against Taehyung, you pull Jungkook forward, instantly making the movements more fluid.

Once moving in tandem, they pick up the pace at which they’re fucking into you, being spurred on by the increasing pitch and volume of your wails. You hardly have any coherent thoughts other than the blissful feeling of both of these men on you like this.

Taehyung's blunt nails dug into your ass as his hips snap impossibly faster, and you struggle to keep your mouth around Jungkook, who is nearing his climax. Your mouth is too warm, and your tongue is doing too many things for him to hold it any longer.

"Baby, p-please, can I cum on your face?" You nod, letting his cock fall from your lips and keeping your mouth open while he desperately jerks himself off over your face. Taehyung takes this opportunity to reach around and let his fingers toy with your clit as he fucks you sloppier than before.

“Cum with me, princess,” he practically growls, the pad of his finger working your clit rougher.

Jungkook cums first into your open mouth, some of it spurting onto your cheeks and chin. When you take his softening cock into your mouth to milk the rest of his orgasm from him, he nearly screams, his fingers digging into your shoulders to keep himself from toppling over.

“Y/n, shit, I’m going to cum,” is all Taehyung says before filling the condom inside you, bruising your hips with the iron grip he has on you.

Your whole body feels as if it’s on fire and trembles uncontrollably as you cum last, shrieking the names of both men as you claw at the bedsheets under you.

The only sound heard once you calm down is the heavy breathing of all three of you. Jungkook crawls onto your bed, collapsing first. After Taehyung pulls out of you and steps away to throw the condom away, you join Jungkook in a heap. He pulls you into his arms and places a kiss on your sweaty forehead.

"How was that? Did it fulfill your wildest fantasies? Good enough to cross off your bucket list?"

"It was better than anything I could've imagined. Neither of you disappointed." You give him a lazy smile before turning over completely to look at Taehyung, seeing him standing by the trash can, unsure of where to be. "You can come over here if you want. You don’t have to stand over there like a creep.” Taehyung lets out a nervous laugh and squishes himself onto the twin bed with the two of you, his long leg draping over both you and Jungkook. “How was that for you?" You ask once he’s settled.

"Eh, it was pretty good. I could offer you a few pointers.” He shrugs, brushing his bangs out of his face.

“Are you shitting me right now?” You scoff at him, your usual irritability creeping in.

“Y/n, I’m kidding. It was fucking mind-blowing.” He explains when he sees your expression. “There goes that frown I like to see.” Taehyung gives you the first genuine smile you think you’ve ever received from him.

The three of you lie in silence before Jungkook is once again, the first to speak. “So...I was thinking.”

“That’s a first.” Taehyung mumbles. You can’t help the giggle that slips out at the jab.

“Anyway,” Jungkook continues, choosing to ignore the comment. “I thought that since it’s still early afternoon and we have nothing but time, why not try to cross off some other fantasies on our lists together?”

“What exactly did you have in mind?” You’re suspicious but want to hear it anyway.

“Well, that time we were talking about threesomes, remember when I said double penetration could be super hot?” He flashes you his big, round doe eyes, and you cave almost immediately.

“Fine. Grab the lube.” You wave him to your bedside table, and he nearly falls off the bed in the process. Taehyung’s fingers begin trailing up your thigh as he presses into your side, already half-hard and kissing the shell of your ear.

If this blizzard doesn’t let up soon, you anticipate that you’re in for a very busy week.

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Letting You Go | KSJ

꙰   Summary: When returning home from vacation, the only person you want to see is Seokjin. When he isn’t at the airport to greet you, you decide to go to him. What you find breaks your heart. ꙰   Pairing: Seokjin x Female!Reader ꙰   Genre: Angst, idolverse ꙰   Rating: PG13 ꙰   Warnings: Profanity ꙰   Word Count: 2.1k ꙰   Project: @thebtswritersclub‘s February “dishonest love” project ꙰   A/N: Very big thank you to the lovely Noor @papillonsgf​ & Rid @taegularities for beta reading this for me and giving me their suggestions and commentary!! I appreciate you both so much!! 💗💗

You should know something is wrong as soon as you step into the terminal without seeing his broad shoulders hovering inches above the crowd waiting for you. You pull your phone from your backpack and check your messages, hoping to see one with a dozen exclamation points and sad faces accompanying an apology about being late. Instead, there are two new messages from Hoseok and Taehyung, asking when you would be landing back in Seoul.

You reply and tell them both that you’re already here and that you’ll stop by their dorm after dropping your luggage off at home. You scan the crowd once more before dragging your large suitcase behind you to get a taxi.

Two hours later, with your luggage sitting in the living room to unpack later, you’re leaving your apartment after a quick shower. You change into a blush pink sundress that Seokjin always compliments, saying he loves how the pastel color looks against your skin tone. On your feet are a pair of white heeled sandals he had bought you because he said he liked how they make your legs look.

The sun is hot as it beats down on you, making you start to sweat. You pick up the pace while cursing the unforgivable late summer heat. You arrive at the building soon after and greet the security guard at the desk. You’ve been here enough times that he recognizes you and always gives you a huge smile and loud greeting when you arrive. Once off of the elevator and in front of the apartment, it only takes two knocks before the door is thrown open, and you’re engulfed in a hug.

"Noona, you're back!" Jungkook pulls you inside, shutting the door behind you. "I missed you!"

"I missed you too, Kook." You laugh and ruffle the younger man’s hair. Given his height, you have to stand on your tippy-toes, even in heels. You slip off said shoes and stick your feet into a pair of pink slippers by the door. Seokjin has often told you to leave a pair of your own there since you were at their place so much.

"Do I hear who I think I hear?!" Hoseok's voice reaches the living room, and you see his dark head of hair appear from the hallway as he runs over to pick you up and spin you.

"Hobi put me down. I’m too heavy!"

"Nope! And just because you said that, I'm going to keep holding you!" He tightens his grip on your waist and continues to twirl with you, making you let out a string of giggles.

"Hobi, put her down before she gets dizzy!" Hoseok sighs yet stops at Namjoon’s words. He’s next to pull you into a hug, followed by Jimin and Taehyung, who come barreling out of one of the other rooms. Yoongi is the last who’s been in the kitchen the whole time.

"I started making lunch for you since Taehyung and Hoseok said you'd be coming over." Yoongi grins at you, causing you to do the same.

"Aww, thank you, Yoongi! You guys are way too nice to me."

"Hey, stop. You're our friend, and we like having you around," Taehyung says, pulling you down to sit next to him on the couch.

"So, how was your trip? Was it nice to be back home?" Namjoon asks as he takes a seat on the couch next to you. Hoseok and Jungkook squeeze in next to him, squishing you against Taehyung.

"It was great. I enjoyed seeing my family again." You went on to tell them about your family reunion and how much had changed in your four years away from your home country. You left Korea in late June, only anticipating staying until early July, but you had gotten so caught up in being home again that you extended your trip to the whole summer.

As much as you love talking to your best friends about your family, you can’t help but gaze down the hallway. Everyone you have wanted to see has come and greeted you except for the person you wanted to see the most.

Once you finish your story, Yoongi announces that lunch is done, and he brings the large pot of noodles to the middle of the dining room table. Before anyone seats themselves, you finally ask the question that’s been gnawing away at you.

"So, where's Seokjin?" The question causes silence to overtake the room. The guys all share a look before glancing at you. Jimin is the one who speaks up first.

"He's out right now. He had a, uh, meeting."

"Oh. That's probably why he didn't pick me up from the airport. I texted him last night, and he said he would, but he probably forgot." More glances are exchanged. Before anyone else can say anything, the front door is opened, and the voice you’d waited to hear in person sounds throughout the apartment.

"I'm home!" You feel a smile break out across your face, but you don’t care about how goofy you probably look. You stand from the couch, intending to meet Seokjin when he rounds the corner into the living room.

“Hey, Y/n, wait.” With Seokjin being the only thing on your mind, you shake off the hand that Namjoon places on your shoulder and barely hear him from beside you.

"Seokjin, I'm back, and I..." Your sentence trails off as you see him enter the room, hand-in-hand with a petite Korean girl.

"Oh, Y/n, you're here!" Seokjin flashes you a large, bright grin, not noticing how your own smile has slipped away. He lets go of the girl's hand and crosses the room to sweep you into a hug that you only meekly return. "When did you get here?"

"Um, about half an hour ago." If he has any recollection of the conversation you had last night where he said he would meet you at the airport, he doesn’t let on.

"Well, I'm happy you're back! I'd like you to meet someone. The guys already met her last month, but Y/n, this is my girlfriend, Juhee. Juhee, this is my best friend, Y/n." The dark-haired girl bows to you, and you return the gesture even though you don’t want to.

Seokjin then goes on to talk about how they met, not that you’re listening. The only sound you hear is your heart beating too loudly and the blood rushing through your ears. Your stomach begins the acrobatic act that it always does when Seokjin is in the room, but it’s much different this time. Your hands are sweaty, and your body is shaking as you feel the hot, painful sting of tears in your eyes. Taehyung’s hand has slipped into yours at some point, trying to give you comforting squeezes.

"Right, Y/n?" Seokjin is speaking to you, which breaks you out of your stupor.

"What?"

"I said, we've been friends for almost three years, right?" You nod, too afraid to speak. Your throat is dry as a rush of dizziness makes your head spin.

You eye the girl that’s smiling and nodding next to Seokjin. She’s the same height as you, but that's where the similarities stop. Her hair is jet black and pin-straight, probably naturally that way. Her skin is clear and pale, and she’s the type of thin that you’d never be, no matter how hard you exercised. She’s everything you’re not and probably more.

You have to leave before you break down completely.

Without another word, you rush past Seokjin and leave the apartment as quickly as possible. Without any responses to the men calling your name behind you, you’re out of the door and all but running down the hall to the elevator.

“Fucking come on!” you hiss, fingers jabbing the call button with enough force to break it. Your vision is blurring, and your throat feels tight, feeling yourself about to cry.

Finally, the elevator dings, and the doors open, but before you can step in, you feel a warm hand on your upper arm, turning you around.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" Seokjin’s close and looking at you with concern. His eyes immediately widen in panic at the sight of the tears streaming down your cheeks. "Y/n, why-"

"Do you love me?" you blurt out. He looks taken back at the outburst.

"Wh-what?"

"I said do you love me?"

"Of course. You're one of my closest fr-"

"As more than a friend?" His mouth opens and closes a few times, his grip on your arm tightening slightly.

"Y/n, I have a girlfriend now." Again, that word, coming from his mouth and not talking about you, shatters your heart all over again and pushes more tears from you.

"I thought...I thought you were in love with me..." You watch his eyebrows furrow before his mouth goes slack. "Oh, I get it. You're allowed to flirt with me and buy me things and hold my hand and call me 'baby,’ but that doesn't make me your girlfriend." You yank your arm from his hold. It feels as though your heart is going to beat out of your chest by this point. "You can fall asleep on the phone with me, and you can fuck me whenever you're horny, but I'm not good enough to date?" Seokjin glances over his shoulder, probably making sure no one has overheard your loud tone.

"Y/n, I-"

"So what were we, Seokjin? Friends with benefits?" You’re met with silence. "I've been in love with you for two years, Seokjin! Two years! I’d feel like the luckiest girl on the fucking planet when you’d pull me into your lap or brush my hair out of my face or kiss my cheek. I fall for you more and more every day! Every time you touch me or compliment me or even smile at me, I feel like I’m going to explode because I’m full of so much happiness and love for you. I’ve never felt this way about anyone else except you, Kim Seokjin, but you obviously never felt the same. I was just someone to pretend with until you got a real girlfriend, right?" On top of the pain in your chest, you’re also bubbling with anger at this point.

"Y/n, it's not like that. I care about you so much, I really do. I just...I never saw you as someone who could be my girlfriend."

"Why? Why her and not me?"

“Y/n-”

“Is it because she’s prettier than me? Am I too ugly to be your girlfriend?”

"Come on, no! You're amazing, and I think you're beautiful."

"Then why don't you love me, Seokjin?!"

"I don't know! I just don't know, okay?! But it doesn't matter because I'm with Juhee now, and I really like her!" You swallow the lump in your throat. That's all you needed to hear.

You turn on your heels and press the elevator button again. This time when the doors open, you step in without being stopped by Seokjin. It isn’t until the doors start to close that his hand shoots out and stops them. "Y/n, please don't hate me." You avoid looking at him, and you push his hand away.

"I don’t hate you, Seokjin." This is true. Your outburst has erased all traces of anger in you. All you feel now is a hollow emptiness in your gut. "Just don't talk to me for a while, okay?" You hit the button to close the doors, and this time, your eyes are on his face the whole time. You take in all of his features once more before the doors close and the elevator starts to move.

Once you’re alone, the real sobs you’ve been holding in slip out in the form of a shrill scream. More hot tears run down your face as you lean back against the wall, wrapping your arms around yourself as some form of comfort.

It isn’t until the elevator stops at the lobby that you realize you’re still wearing your slippers. There is no way you’re going back upstairs for your shoes, so you leave the building in the pink, opened-toed house shoes and start your walk home. Seeing how Seokjin has bought you those sandals, it is probably better that they stay anyway. You think of it as a small piece of him you’re leaving behind.

Picking up the pace, you’re intent on going home and getting rid of everything he has ever bought for you or given you as a gift. You make a note to get rid of the dress you’re wearing as soon as you get inside. The sooner you can get all thoughts of Kim Seokjin out of your head, the quicker you hope to be able to heal the painful, gaping hole in your chest.

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Melt My Heart | KNJ

❄ Summary: You’ve gotten used to spending Christmas alone. You love the holiday, but with none of your relationships lasting through it, you’ve grown content with spending the holiday in your pajamas, marathoning holiday movies, and stuffing yourself full of cookies and hot chocolate. This year, things are different when you start receiving a series of gifts from an anonymous suitor inspired by `The Twelve Days of Christmas.’ Naturally, you make it your mission to discover who your personal Santa Claus is. ❄ Pairing: Namjoon x Female!Reader, a little Jungkook x Female!Reader ❄ Genre: Fluff, angst, friends to lovers ❄ Rating: PG15 ❄ Warnings: Just cursing! And a cliche plot. ❄ Word Count: 12.2k ❄ A/N: Written for @suhdays​​’ Hallmark Holiday Event! The Hallmark movie I had was My Christmas Love. This oh so lovely banner was created by the oh so lovely @dee-ehn​​ / @dnrequests​​ ❤️

This is my longest fic to date and truly took some work. I watched the movie I got at least three times to really get inspired for it. This wasn’t beta’d because I didn’t finish writing it until yesterday SO I apologize for any spelling or grammar errors that me or Grammarly missed 😬

The cold December air wafts through the windows of your bedroom as Mariah Carey’s “All I Want For Christmas Is You” plays at almost max volume. Your Christmas playlist has been going for nearly two hours as you and Namjoon work. Your team was picked to put together and host the company holiday party, and you were a ball of stress. You know it’s a company tradition, but you had thought maybe you’d get out of it for your fourth year in a row, but no luck. When your company’s CEO sent out the email announcing the social media team would be this year’s hosts, you were lucky to be working from home for the month so you could scream in peace.

You and the rest of your team had been working and pitching ideas back and forth since you were picked, but you were all coming up with nothing. The idea of planning a party for your entire company felt like more pressure than you were used to, and it was making you lose sleep.

“Okay, what if we do a Grinch themed party? Like we have cut-outs of him and the Whos all around the room and all the food we get from the caterer, we can label it like ‘Roast Beast’ and ‘Who Hash.’

Namjoon looks nothing but skeptical at your suggestion.

“Well, I haven’t heard you come up with anything!” You throw yourself back onto your bed, nearly knocking your laptop off in the process.

“Yeah, but you know that was lame, Y/n.”

“Ugh, yes, I know! This is impossible. I’ve never planned a party in my life, and we only have less than two weeks until Christmas Eve, and I kind of want to die.”

“Stop being so dramatic. We’ve had worse timelines than this, and you know it. Remember two years ago when we had to re-do the entire Valentine’s Day Twitter campaign a week before the day? We did it then, and we’ll do it again.” You turn towards him and see Namjoon offer a tired smile. You take note of the deep circles under his eyes when he takes off his glass, and you can’t help but feel bad for how tired he looks, knowing it’s partly, if not mostly, your fault.

While you manage the social media marketing team, he is the team supervisor, so you’re always attached at the hip when it comes to your day-to-day. With this causing you so much stress, you’ve been making him stay up until 3 am on video calls with you to brainstorm and even made him stay the night a few times. You were surprised that even after four years of friendship and working together that he still has any semblance of patience for you.

“Okay, I need a coffee break, or I’m going to lose my mind.” You stretch your limbs as far as they go and pull yourself from the bed. Namjoon follows behind you to the kitchen where your Keurig is waiting.

“Well, good morning, you two,” Your roommate Irene greets, much too chipper for eight in the morning. “Ya know, Namjoon, I didn’t hear you come in this morning. I haven’t heard anything other than Christmas music from your room…”

The way her sentence trails and the way she wiggles her eyebrows at you, you know the innuendo behind her words. Since the first day you and Namjoon started working together, Irene swore up and down that you should be dating. Given just how smart and attractive he is, you had long since abandoned your immediate crush on him and made peace with the fact that he was out of your league. Of course, you still found Namjoon to be one of the most handsome men you’d ever laid eyes on, but it was apparent he didn’t feel the same, no matter how much Irene objected.

“He got here when you were on your run, and yes, we’re busy working. You already know what kind of timeline we’re on.” You pop a k-cup into the Keurig and impatiently wait for it to start.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ve had to listen to every rendition of “All I Want for Christmas is You” more than usual.” She huffs, and you shoot her a look.

“And you’ll continue to hear that and the other 300 plus songs on my Christmas playlist as long as we live together. We’ve been roommates long enough for you to know.”

“Mmhmm. This also means you’ll be making me watch The Grinch again soon, I suppose.”

“But of course,” you say as you remove your steaming cup of coffee and make room for Namjoon to start his own. “I was thinking tonight? I refuse to work until 4 am again. I’d like to watch a movie with my roomie and go to bed at a normal time.”

“That works for me. I don’t hop on the train to head back home until Monday evening.” Irene puts her empty mug into the sink as she speaks and gives you a quick hug. “Are you sure you don’t want to spend Christmas with my family and me? You know my parents are always willing to have you.”

“You know I’ll be fine. I’m always fine. But tell your parents I said hi, of course.” Irene gives a small frown but drops it. In the six years you’ve been friends, and the one year you dated, she always tried to get you to go home with her for the holidays, but you continue to refuse, citing that you’ll be fine on your own.

You’re more than used to spending the holidays alone. When you first moved away from home, a few years before you met Irene, you spent the holidays holed up in your dorm room every year. Even before you were on your own, your family still had long since stopped the large family gatherings. That, coupled with the fact that most of your romantic relationships seemed to die before the holidays hit, you were more than content sitting on the couch with spiked eggnog watching every Christmas movie you could find on Netflix and Hulu.

“Alright, well, I’m off. Gotta head to the courthouse and do lawyer stuff or whatever.” She blows you a kiss on her way to the door. “Bye, Namjoon!”

“Bye!” He calls back seconds before you stop him from taking a sip of his too-hot coffee.

Irene gathers her things as she prepares to leave while you chastise Namjoon about the number of times you’ve told him he has to wait for his hot beverages to cool.

You’re bringing up breakfast and how much you don’t feel like cooking when Irene calls your name.

Following her voice to the front of the apartment, you see her standing there staring at a small red box with a green ribbon on the doormat.

“What’s that?” You ask, inspecting it.

“Don’t know. Read the note.” She says, handing you a small folded card.

Y/n,

On the first day of Christmas, I have sent to you: a partridge in a pear tree.

Your true love

P.S. On the twelfth day of Christmas, you’ll find out who I am.

You blink a few times and reread it out loud again before opening the box. Inside on a piece of cotton is a white, glass tree ornament with a painted picture of a partridge in a pear tree.

“Wow,” is the first thing Irene says. “Someone’s trying to court you.”

“Holy shit. This is so romantic!” You squeal. “Did you see who left it?” You scramble past her into the hallway, not seeing anyone else.

“Unfortunately, the only person on the other side was the delivery guy who dropped it off.” Irene checks her watch and curses under her breath. “We can talk about this more later when I get home tonight, but I gotta run.” She bids you and Namjoon goodbye for the second time before fast-walking down the hall.

After hanging the ornament on the Christmas tree in the corner of the living room, you and Namjoon head back into your room to continue working. For the life of you, you can’t think of who would’ve sent this to you. Your last relationship was over six months ago, and since then, you hadn’t had so much as a one-night stand or a swipe on Tindr. Namjoon didn’t have any hunches either, even after you grilled him on nearly every person on your team that it could be.

You can barely concentrate on work for the rest of your day, your mind desperately trying to conjure up some mystery person who was crushing on you.

When Irene comes home later that night, Namjoon’s already gone, so the two of you curl up with leftovers to watch a few movies. Irene grills you on anyone in your life you’ve messed around with lately that she doesn’t know about.

“For the fiftieth time, I haven’t dated anyone since Yoongi.”

“But you two broke up forever ago! There’s been no one else at all?”

“You don’t have to remind me how long it’s been. I know! It’s the same every holiday season so, are we really surprised?” You usually don’t let your lack of a love life around Christmas get you down, but at this moment, talking about it was getting to you.

Irene must sense your mood change because she immediately wraps her arms around you to pull you in for a hug. “Hey, we don’t have to talk about this anymore; let’s just watch the movie, okay.” You offer her a smile in return and do your best to focus.

The next morning, when your alarm wakes you up, you immediately pull yourself out of bed, remembering about the gift that should be waiting outside of your apartment. Before you can take a step out of your room, you see another small red box with a green ribbon in front of your door.

Irene is coming out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel and freshly showered when she sees you. “Good morning, sleepyhead. I see you found your next gift. You slept through the doorbell, but luckily one of us gets up early enough to hear it.”

You thank her before scooping the box up and reading the note.

Y/n,

On the second day of Christmas, I have sent to you: two turtle doves.

Your true love

When you open the box, you find two white dove ornaments with gold string where they’ll hang from the tree. Excitedly, you run into Irene’s room to show her.

“This is so damn cute, I literally cannot,” you whine, sprawling out on her bed.

“You do know this is like some cheesy, Hallmark movie plot, right?” Irene calls from her closet as she gets dressed. “Girl who loves Christmas gets Christmas themed gifts from her secret admirer.”

“Yes! And I love it! Too bad I don’t know who the hell could be doing it. I can’t wait till Christmas Eve to find out who it is!”

“What if it’s Yoongi?” Irene says matter of factly as she exits the closet, fully dressed.

“Yoongi? Why do you think that?”

“Well, I figured if he’s the last person you’ve dated, he must be the last person to have feelings for you.”

“Yeah, but he broke up with me, remember?”

Irene shrugs. “Maybe he regrets it.”

The thought piques your interest. You hadn’t thought about the idea that Yoongi could miss your time together. You had met at the birthday party of one of your team members at work and dated for only six months. Ultimately, he broke up with you because he said you weren’t compatible but that he still wanted to be friends. You’ve texted occasionally, mostly just happy birthday or happy holiday messages, but nothing too substantial. It’s mainly why the thought that he could be your self proclaimed true love hadn’t come up initially.

You get lost in your thoughts and don’t notice Irene about to leave until she snaps her fingers. “Hey, I’m on my way out, but let me know if you decide to talk to Yoongi.”

After Irene’s gone, you get ready for the day, but all you can think about is Yoongi. Even during your team’s Friday happy hour Zoom call later in the day, he’s still on your mind, so you decide you’ll visit him after you’re done work for the day.

When you mention it to Namjoon, he isn’t too thrilled. He remembered very well how much hope you had for you and Yoongi to work out, and when you didn’t, it had taken a toll on you emotionally.

“Are you sure?” He asked you for what felt like the fifth time in the last hour. You were in another virtual meeting, making him help you run data for your team.

“Yes, I’m sure! I mean, it makes sense, doesn’t it? He’s the last person I dated, so why wouldn’t he be?”

“But he said you weren’t compatible. Why, all of a sudden, would he change his mind?”

You wave his words off, already deciding what your next move will be. “I’ll let you know what happens when I see him later. It’d be weird if I actually had a relationship for the holidays, wouldn’t it?” You laugh to yourself and send Yoongi a quick text, not noticing how much Namjoon’s dislike is written on his face.

Yoongi is confused when you texted him earlier in the day asking if his address was still the same and seems even more confused when you show up later in the evening.

“Oh wow, hey Y/n,” he greets when he sees you. You can’t help but swoon a little at the sight of him. He’s still as good-looking as he was when you were together.

“Surprise?” You offer, hoping the puzzled look on his face is one of being found out so early and not genuine wonder as to why you’re on his doorstep.

“What’s up?” He asks, moving aside to invite you into his apartment. You accept and immediately notice how different it looks from when you used to come over.

What was once a tried and true bachelor pad complete with stray laundry and bad lighting was now well-kept and neatly organized. Where his tattered, college-aged blue faux-velvet couch once sat was a much fancier, newer, and cleaner looking creme colored one. His aged, beige carpet is covered in an expensive-looking Persian rug. The place even smells better compared to any of the numerous visits you’d made in the past. Notes of cinnamon and spices fill your nostrils as soon as you sit down.

“I came to ask about the gifts.”

“Gifts? What gifts?”

“Wow,” you comment, getting sidetracked and still taking in the apartment. “Your place looks so...different than how I remember it.” You gesture to the fresh cut flowers sitting in a vase on the coffee table. There used to be a haphazardly placed pile of vinyl records there.

“Yeah, well that’s what happens when you get enga-”

“Yoongi? Who was at the door?” You hear a voice call from down the hall. Before you can ask who it is, a man who can only be described as gorgeous enters the room. His features are soft, and his brown locks are tied back in a small ponytail. Judging by his casual tank top and loose pajama pants, it’s safe to assume he’s not Yoongi’s roommate, given this is a one-bedroom apartment.

“Ah, Y/n, this is Jimin, my fiance. Jimin, this is my friend Y/n.”

A soft smile forms on Jimin’s lips as he makes his way over to you and offers his hand, which you accept. “Y/n, it’s nice to meet you! Yoongi has told me a lot about you!”

You’re sure your mouth is hung open in an attractive fashion, but you can’t take away the shock you feel. “He has?”

“Yes! I actually should be thanking you, I suppose. You helped him realize he was gay, which then brought us together.”

“I what?” Jimin and Yoongi must notice your expression at his words because they both simultaneously add that Jimin didn’t mean it like that. They follow that up with the story of how Yoongi had been battling with his sexuality for years, and after spending so much time dating both men and women, you just so happened to be the last girl he had been with before he figured out that he was attracted to men only. After you and he broke up, Yoongi met Jimin on a dating app. They dated for about three months before he proposed to Jimin, and they’re still planning the wedding.

You listen to Jimin get carried away with plans and ideas as Yoongi looks at him fondly. They seem to love one another, and you want Yoongi to be happy, but with this discovery, you’re back to square one on who could be your “true love.”

When you get home an hour or so later, you video call Namjoon so you can tell both him and Irene in real-time what happened with Yoongi.

“Well, shit. Now what?” Irene questions. She’s reclining on your bed in her pajamas while you’re at your desk scrolling through your social media, trying to get another idea.

“Why not just wait until Christmas Eve to find out who sent you the gifts?” Namjoon suggests through your phone.

“Come on, Joon, you know I can’t wait that long! I need to know now!” You complain. While you do find the entire thing romantic, you’re still too impatient for your own good.

“Oh!” Irene jolts up suddenly. “What about Taehyung?!”

“Who?” You and Namjoon ask in unison.

“The super hot guy that’s always flirting with you at my firm? Black hair, intense eyes, the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. He still asks about you at least once a week.” Irene’s description brings Taehyung’s ridiculously attractive face to your mind, and you recall every office party or gathering hosted by the law firm Irene interns for. He started as an intern at the same time as your roommate, so they spend most of their workdays together.

Whenever there’s an event, she brings you, and as a result, you’ve had plenty of time to interact with Taehyung. Most of those interactions have been him flirting with you or attempting to ask you out. The only reason you shoot him down is that he strikes you as a definite fuckboy. He’s well off, beautiful, and speaks with too much confidence, but that’s not enough to deter you, so you agree to drop by Irene’s firm on your lunch break on Monday afternoon and question Taehyung, much to Namjoon’s voiced hesitance.

Come Monday, you’re on your way to meet with Irene and find Taehyung. After receiving the next three ornaments, you’re getting antsier to find out who your mystery admirer is. You decide to put a little effort into your outfit with a cute sweater dress and even put on a touch of makeup.

“Look at you!” Irene compliments when she meets you in her building’s lobby. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in anything other than leggings and a hoodie since winter started.”

“Well, I figure I’d put on a little something-something for Taehyung and the rest of the fancy lawyers in your office. My company holiday party is the only other time this month I’ll get to dress up anyway.”

“Speaking of, how’s the party planning going? That’s like next week.” She asks as you take the elevator up to her floor.

“Yeah. Joon and I decided on a theme this weekend. We’re going with ‘White Christmas.’ Fancy, but not too over the top. Everyone shows up in all white, and we get a bunch of fake snow, twinkle lights, white table cloths, and whatnot. It was mostly Namjoon’s idea, so he gets all the credit.” Admittedly, your party brainstorming was put on the backburner as you searched for your mystery admirer, but Namjoon, being the best friend that he was, pulled an all-nighter with you on Saturday to finally pin down a theme.

“Wow. It sounds like you were stressing all this time for something that ended up going well in the end.”

“Oh no, we’re not done yet. We spent all morning organizing the menu and decorations with the catering and planning companies we work with. I still need to make sure everything is perfect the night of.

“Well, here’s to hoping Taehyung is your person so you can at least have a hot date for the party. I’m sure Joon will understand.” Irene winks at you as you follow her to her desk. Namjoon has been your friend-date to your work holiday parties every year since Irene is always back home by that time. “Alright, his office is over there.” She gestures behind her to a small office with the door closed and blinds down over the window.

“Wait, if you’re both interns, how the hell did he get an office and you didn’t?”

“His family has money, remember? Rumor has it he paid our boss off to get one.” She rolls her eyes. “But go ahead and talk to him! I’m dying to know how it goes!” Irene shoots you a thumbs-up as you make your way to Taehyung’s office. You can faintly hear his voice on the other side, so after adjusting your dress, you bring your fist up to the oak door and knock twice.

It takes nearly thirty seconds before his door opens, but it’s not Taehyung, you see. The office’s receptionist, whom you had thought was at lunch, stands on the other side. Her skirt is very clearly inside out, and her lipstick is smudged to her chin.

“Hi, Y/n!” She says excitedly. She was truly a sweet girl, but to say you were surprised would be an understatement.

“Hey, Momo. Is Taehyung free by chance?” She glances over her shoulder, and Taehyung appears behind her, taking her place in the doorway.

He’s dressed in some designer suit with the blazer open and the white shirt underneath only halfway buttoned. His hair is messy, and you can see a blush on his cheeks. You watch as his expression morphs from friendly to flirty in no time.

“Look who it is. To what do I owe this great pleasure?” He smirks, his eyebrows raising with the gesture.

“Hey. Would you happen to be busy?” Your eyes dart behind him to Momo, sitting on the edge of his desk with her phone in hand.

He clears his throat and crosses his arms, not seeming too bothered by what you’ve seen. “You know, any other day, I’d give you all of my undivided attention, but you caught me right in the middle of a meeting.”

“Right...a meeting.” You roll your eyes, already knowing this was a waste of time. “I just wanted to ask if you were behind the gifts.”

“What gifts?” As you anticipated, Taehyung looks genuinely confused

You let out a sigh. “Nothing. Someone has just been sending me anonymous Christmas gifts, and I was wondering if it was you.”

“Nope, wasn’t me.” He reaches his hand out to rest on your hip. “But if you’d like to stick around, I can at least make it so that you didn’t come down here for nothing.”

Unphased, you decline and say goodbye to both him and Momo and head back to Irene’s desk. The pout on her face tells you that she saw that scene unfold. You spend a few more minutes with her as she graciously listens to you whine about how hard it is to figure this out while she eats her lunch.

When lunchtime is nearly over, you bid her goodbye as well and start the short drive back to your shared apartment to finish your workday, feeling slightly grumpy at this turn of events.

Two days and two more gifts later, you’re still left with no idea who your personal Santa is, and you’re out of hunches. Earlier in the morning, you even went as far as to question your neighbor Hoseok across the hall. You and he have never dated, but he was friendly and hot, and you saw him nearly every day as you both were coming or going. While he agreed that it was super romantic, he declined to be the one sending you the ornaments but did mention he’d have to use the idea for a future relationship he finds himself in.

With the party theme planned and all of the vendors contacted, you don’t have anything else to focus on. All you can do is fixate and try to remember any and everyone you’ve ever dated and wonder if they would miss you enough to go through all this gift sending trouble. When you go so far as to consider calling your first high school girlfriend, you decide to take a break.

With the goal of getting to your fridge in mind, you go to save your progress on the spreadsheet you’ve been staring at, only to have your computer give you an error message. You try two more times and receive the same red box.

“Hey, Joon?”

“Hmm?” he murmurs from his spot on the other end of the couch.

“Are you able to save your stuff?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I’ve tried to save this spreadsheet like five times, but Excel keeps giving me an error and says it can’t save.” You show him your laptop screen, and he shrugs after reading the message.

“No idea what that means. Message someone in IT. I’m sure one of them will be able to fix it.” He suggests before going back to his laptop.

You open your company’s internal messaging system and see if anyone you recognize in IT is on today. As quickly as you had opened the app, you see the small green circle next to Jungkook’s name, indicating he’s online.

Y/n: Hey Jungkook! Whenever you’re free I’m having problem with Excel

Less than a second later, the window is flashing with his response.

Jungkook: Hey Y/n! I’m free whenever you need me :) What’s going on?

You can’t help but smile at his message as you explain to him what your computer was doing. Jungkook has always been nothing but sweet since he started working with you. He joined the company almost two years after you’d been there and was your typical early twenty-something, fresh out of college graduate who’d never worked in an office before. Even though he was awkward and nervous nearly every time you interacted, you had nothing negative to say about him.

“What are you smiling at?” Namjoon asks suddenly.

“Huh?”

“You’re smiling at your computer like a dope. What is it?”

“Oh, nothing. I was just talking to Jungkook. I swear I can hear his little stutter when I read his messages.”

Namjoon rolls his eyes and sets his laptop down to get up and stretch. “Ah, little Kook. It’s almost comical how whipped for you he is.”

You stop typing and look up at Namjoon. “What?”

“What?”

“You just said he’s whipped for me?”

“I mean, yeah. It’s obvious. He doesn’t get all weird and shy with anyone except you. He’s been like that since the day he first met you.” Namjoon says this in a tone as if it was apparent. “I thought you knew.”

“Obviously not.” You do your best to think of any instance where Jungkook has indicated that he liked you. There were plenty of times where he seemed to go out of his way to stop by your desk throughout the day and would even send you quick little instant messages saying hi or asking how your day was going, but you never spent a ton of time around him. Anytime you went to the office’s IT section, he was always as flustered as usual, but you chalked it up to him being a nervous person. Although the more you think about him, the more it hits that you've seen him interact with other people in the office, and he was nowhere near as jumpy with them as he was with you.

"Oh, wow. So I feel like an idiot," you say out loud as the realization that yes, Jungkook has a crush on you hits you.

"You don't realize a lot of obvious things," Namjoon replies matter of factly as he comes back from the kitchen with a bag of cookies and a fresh cup of coffee.

You stick your tongue out at him and reply to Jungkook, who asks if you’re available to video chat so he can get remote access to your computer and check some settings. With the knowledge that Jungkook has a crush on you also comes the awareness that he could very well be your secret Santa.

"It's him!" Your sudden outburst has Namjoon nearly dropping his coffee.

"What?!"

"Jungkook! He's the gift giver!" You send Jungkook a reply telling him you need a couple of minutes before getting on a call with him. "It's obviously him! I was too dumb to see that he's had a crush on me the entire time he's known me, so of course, I didn't think about him being the one that has been sending me these gifts."

"Wow." Is all Namjoon says as he watches you run out of the living room and into your bedroom. You exchange the hoodie you've worn for the last two days in a row for a nicer looking v-neck sweater. As quickly as you can manage, you fill in your eyebrows and throw on some mascara and lip gloss before doing a bit of styling to your hair and swan-diving back onto your spot on the couch.

"How do I look?" You ask Namjoon. He barely glances in your direction but gives you a thumbs up in return.

Huffing, you send Jungkook a message back, letting him know you are ready when he is. In no time, you're getting a request for a video call from him, and you take a deep breath before accepting.

His smiling face is the first thing you see, and you can't help but smile back.

"Hey, Y/n!"

"Hey, Jungkook. Thanks for being free to help me.”

"Of course. Anything for you." He flushes when he says this.

"Well, like I said, Excel isn't allowing me to save my work, and I'm not sure why."

"No problem, I'll fix it for you! I'm going to request access, so just accept, and I'll handle it." You nod and accept the small pop-up window you get allowing him to gain access to your computer.

As he clicks on a few settings, you try not to stare too much, but with this new bit of information about him, you can't help it. You've always thought Jungkook was cute, but you've never really looked at him. You're just now noticing the way his lips are perfectly pouty and pink and how smooth and soft his skin looks. His dark hair is pulled into a high ponytail, showing off the rows of piercings on both ears.

His surprisingly well-groomed eyebrows are scrunched in concentration as he works. You watch as his tongue darts out to lick his lips a few times and notice the smallest mole under his lip, which you find incredibly endearing.

You've known Jeon Jungkook for two years and are just now recognizing that not only is he cute, but he's insanely handsome to boot.

"Okay, done!" He cheers after a few more mouse clicks. He saves your work on his end, then flashes you another bright, bunny-like smile. When he stretches his arms above his head, the long sleeves of his black t-shirt slip down his arms, and you notice that his biceps are much more buff than you had initially thought them to be.

"Ah, thank you so much!" You hadn't realized just how hard you were staring at him until now.

"Anything for you, Y/n. Is there anything else you need from me?" He gives you a softer smile, and you decide then and there to make a move before you talk yourself out of it.

"Actually, yeah. I know it’s last minute, so feel free to say no, but would you want to hang out with me tonight? We can get dinner and go to that drive-through Christmas light show downtown.”

Jungkook blinks at you a few times and doesn’t say anything. For a second, you think you may have accidentally muted yourself.

“Jungkook?”

“Shit, sorry! I was just surprised, but yes! I would love that!” You both sit there, smiling at each other through the webcam before Jungkook clears his throat. “I uh, I have a meeting coming up that I have to get to. I’ll message you my number, and we can text? Maybe?” He sounds unsure, and you stop yourself from cooing at how cute he looks.

“Yes, of course. Talk to you later, Jungkook.” As soon as the call ends, you leap up from the couch and let out a scream. “I can’t believe I figured it out! And I have a date!” You pause in your celebration to look at Namjoon, who has been absorbed in his laptop the entirety of your call. “Well? Aren’t you going to say anything?”

He glances up at you momentarily. "Yay?"

"You don't sound excited for me," you pout.

"It's just...very sudden. Not even ten minutes ago, you didn't even know that Jungkook liked you. Now you're super hype about going on a date with tonight and think he's your secret admirer.”

"Well yeah, but what's wrong with that? Why can't I have a grand realization? And why can't I be excited about a date?! I thought it would be better to ask him in person instead of over the computer." The fact that he’s so negative was putting a damper on your mood. It was surprising to see Namjoon not being on your side.

Namjoon studies your face before letting out a heavy sigh. "You can be excited. I just don't want you to get hurt again. You keep putting your all into guessing who your admirer is only to get disappointed continuously."

You walk over to Namjoon and plop next to him, laying your head on his shoulder. "I appreciate your worry, but I'm a big girl, and I can handle myself. Just trust me. I'll go out with Jungkook tonight and ask him about the gifts, and if he says no, I'll let go of the search and wait patiently for Christmas Eve.”

There's a beat of silence before Namjoon speaks again. "Are you going to keep seeing Jungkook even if he isn’t the one doing it?"

"I don't know. That completely depends on how tonight goes."

"Okay," is all he says, and the conversation stops there.

Later that evening, once Namjoon has gone home, you shower and get made up for your date. In a comfortable pair of jeans and the same sweater you had thrown on when you spoke to Jungkook earlier, you wait for him.

Surprisingly, he's right on time. When you open the door, you're surprised to see Jungkook in a much more formal outfit than usual. It's not that you thought he'd show up in the same baggy clothes he wears to the office; you just didn't know he'd show up looking so good. His hair is still slightly damp, looking as if he'd had a shower recently. His burgundy coat is neatly buttoned and compliments his tight-fitting black jeans.

"Hi," he speaks first.

"Hi."

"Ah, sorry, these are for you!" He pulls a bouquet of roses from behind his back, and you practically melt.

"Oh wow! Jungkook, these are beautiful, thank you." He mumbles out a “you’re welcome” and waits as you run back into your apartment and quickly put them in the first vase-like dish you can find.

You both ride in Jungkook's car to a nearby sushi restaurant, falling into a conversation around people at work who you both either like or dislike.

Once you're parked, Jungkook makes sure to sprint to your side of the car and opens your door for you. He isn't the first person to do this, but there's something extra cute about how serious about it he is. As you walk into the restaurant, you're both quiet, and it looks as though he is deep in thought.

"So, what do you like to do outside of work?" You break the silence once you're both seated and looking over the menu.

Jungkook jumps as if he had forgotten you were sitting across from him. "Sorry, what?" The way his fingers are tapping against the table and his eyes dart around the restaurant, it's obvious he's feeling nervous. You reach your hand out to gently rest against his tattooed one, and he jumps again.

"Jungkook, you don't need to be so nervous around me."

"Sorry."

"And stop saying sorry."

"So-oh." He stops before he can get the word out and sighs. "I can't help it. I didn't think my dream girl would just ask me out on a random Wednesday, that's all." He uses the free hand not covered by yours to reach into his coat pocket and pulls out a rectangular velvet box. "I also got you something."

"What? You didn't need to do this."

"I wanted to. Open it." You take the box from his hand and open it, seeing a thin, silver tennis bracelet.

"Jungkook..." You trail off, admiring the way the bracelet shines under the lights. It's beautiful, but admittedly, you're surprised at the sudden gift. You've been on plenty of first dates where the other person was chivalrous and plenty sweet, but you've never received more than flowers or chocolates initially. "I can't accept this."

"You can and you will," Jungkook says with more confidence than he has all night. He takes the box from you and rolls up your coat sleeve, fastening the jewelry on you and smiling at the way it looks. You have half a mind to give it back, but he seems much more comfortable than when you first sat down, so you thank him and drop it.

Your waiter comes along soon after, and you place your orders. Jungkook then gets back to answering your earlier question. He loves music, video games, and working out and only the first thing surprises you. He shyly admits that he likes to write songs and sing and promises to show you some of his music sometime.

The rest of the dinner is spent swapping more work stories back and forth. While that isn't necessarily a bad thing, you find the conversation a little boring. With one of your best friends already being someone you work with, the amount of time you spend talking about work gets old, but you continue to tell yourself that it’s only the first date, and you’re sure Jungkook will open up more later.

After the two of you bicker over who’s paying, he agrees to split it with you; then you’re back in his car and on your way to the light show. You usually go every year with Irene earlier in the month, but given how busy you’ve both been this year with work, you weren’t able to go before she went home.

The show is just as beautiful as it is every year. All of the multi-colored lights are magical as they blink in time with the music on the preset radio station the attraction has you set your radio to. It’s Jungkook’s first time, and it’s not lost on you how his face lights up nearly as bright as the lights surrounding you. While the date hadn’t started as anything special, sharing this moment with Jungkook feels romantic. It only gets better as the two of you sing along to the Christmas songs that play for the attraction’s remainder.

Jungkook takes you home after the light show, and the ride is spent in comfortable silence. He opens your door for you again and walks you up to your apartment. While the date wasn’t the incredible storybook night you hoped for, you remind yourself that it’s only a first date, and he spent most of the time being nervous.

“I had an amazing time with you tonight, Y/n.” He says when you reach your door.

“I had a nice time with you too, Jungkook.” You decide now is the time to ask him about the gifts. “And I wanted to thank you for all the gifts too. It’s super romantic.”

“Romantic?”

“Yeah, it is. You’re the one that’s been sending me all the gifts, right? Signing them off with ‘Your True Love.”

Jungkook blinks. “Oh, yeah. I mean, yes! Yes, that was me!”

You can’t help the small squeal you let out and throw yourself into Jungkook’s arms. He catches you and pulls you close.

“Thank you so much, Jungkook. The whole thing is really making my Christmas.”

“You’re very welcome.” You can practically hear his grin before you pull away from him. “How about I text you, and we arrange another date?”

“That would be excellent.”

You quickly shower once inside and get ready for bed, calling Irene as soon as you are dressed in your pajamas to scream about tonight and having solved the mystery.

You and Jungkook spend the next few days texting one another every chance you get. You realize that your date was as awkward as it was because you and Jungkook don’t have a terrible amount of things in common. Your conversations are mostly the two of you exchanging memes and songs you like, but there hasn’t been anything too substantial.

When you tell Irene, she offers that he could just be a person that needs more time to get to know someone before he opens up. You so badly want this to be true, which is why you continue talking to him and ask him to be your date for the company holiday party.

You tell Namjoon about your decision to go with Jungkook instead of him when he comes over in the morning to work, three days before the party.

"I figure since it's Christmas Eve and that's the day I'm supposed to find out the true identity of my admirer, it makes sense I go with Jungkook since he's it. Make sense?"

Namjoon's expression morphs between a few unreadable emotions. When he opens his mouth to speak, the doorbell rings.

"Hang on, that's probably a delivery person with today's gift." The aura turns into an awkward one, so you're thankful for the distraction.

"Delivery!" The woman says when you open the door. She holds out a small gift box identical to all of the others, and you smile as you read the note.

Y/n

On the tenth day of Christmas, I have given you: ten lords-a-leaping.

Your True Love

You smile as you peer at the ornament with a painted cartoon frog wearing a crown. You make a note to text Jungkook later and tell him that this, so far, is one of your favorites.

Having been so absorbed in the note and gift, you didn't notice Namjoon come over to stand next to you as he spoke to the delivery woman.

"Yeah, it's not what I wanted, but it's a job." The woman says as you tune into the conversation.

"Huh?" You didn't recognize her, and to your knowledge, Namjoon hadn't told you about any women in his life.

"Oh, sorry, Y/n. This is Jihyo. She and I were good friends in college. Jihyo, this is my best friend, Y/n."

"Nice to meet you, Y/n!" Jihyo greets. You nod but don't say anything else. "Well, I've got to go. Still on the clock."

"Before you go, would you mind giving me your number? I lost it after graduation." Namjoon hands her his phone, which she eagerly takes. You watch the exchange and feel yourself frowning.

Once Jihyo is gone, and you and Namjoon are back working, you speak up.

"So she's a college friend?"

"What?"

"Jihyo. A friend from college?"

"Oh yeah. We had the same major and a lot of the same classes."

"Cool." You chew on your lip; that same awkward feeling from earlier is felt through the room. "Um, what I said earlier about bringing Jungkook to the holiday party..."

"Yeah, that's fine. I was going to bring Seokjin, but I think I'll text Jihyo and ask her instead. I listen to Seokjin complain enough about any food at home he doesn’t cook. I don't need to hear him criticize the caterers all night." He laughs to himself and goes back to his laptop.

It's clear the conversation is over after that with the way Namjoon is intensely reading something on his screen and gets into a typing groove. You, on the other hand, suddenly can't concentrate on your work. You want so badly to ask more about Jihyo. What do they have in common? How old is she? Did they ever date? How did they meet? As your mind runs a mile a minute, there's another voice in the back of your head asking why you even care.

You have flashbacks to the crush you had on Namjoon when you first met. You were so sure he'd never feel the same, so you managed to push it away and hide it, until now. The way you’re responding after seeing him talk to someone else, possibly romantically, and having a past that you know nothing about doesn't seem like it's a way one should feel about their best friend.

He’s fiercely dedicated and gives his all at work and is the smartest, most handsome, most compassionate, and caring man you've ever met. You can't describe how grateful you are that he is on your team and that you've grown so close, but the way your mind won't stop focusing on the idea of him and another person leaves you unsure about your feelings surrounding both he and Jungkook.

Around lunchtime, Namjoon goes back to his apartment to work for the rest of the day, claiming his roommate Seokjin needs him, so he may as well just stay home. The way he's smirking at his phone has you thinking he may not be telling you the truth, but it's not your right to question him, so you don't. You say goodbye and let him go, leaving you alone with yourself and all of your confusing thoughts.

For the next two days, Namjoon doesn't come to your apartment to work with you. You still talk to each other during work hours and send a few text messages after, but something has shifted with both of you, and you don't like it.

On the other side of that, you and Jungkook have been texting since Namjoon left the morning he saw Jihyo. He's been to your apartment both days to watch Christmas movies and eat takeout with you. You enjoy spending time with him because you never talk about anything too heavy, but at the same time, something is still missing between the two of you. Something in your gut tells you that the connection you genuinely need just isn't there.

When you tell Irene everything that happened over a video call on Christmas Eve, she's sympathetic but honest.

"Y/n, I love you a lot, and what I'm about to say is because I love you, okay?"

"Okay..." While you always appreciate Irene's honesty, it still stresses you out. You have two hours before you have to leave for the company holiday party, and you don't know if you can handle an epiphany before then.

“To be real with you, when you mentioned that you were hanging out with Jungkook so much, I thought you were moving a little too fast. You said Namjoon also told you it was quick, and I agree with that. You went from ‘damn I didn’t know Jungkook liked me’ to ‘omg he’s so hot I wanna date him he’s my true love.’”

“Yeah, but he said he is the one.”

“I know, but I think you’re clinging to this idea that because he’s the one that sent you the gifts that you have to return his feelings. You don’t owe him your feelings if you’re not connecting.”

“Well yeah, but-”

“Didn’t you just tell me like yesterday that you’re not clicking with him?”

“There’s just something missing between us.”

“Yeah, which is why I said you don’t owe him your feelings. If you’re not feeling it, then don’t force it. That’s not being genuine to yourself, and it’s not genuine to Jungkook. If he finds out that you don’t like him like that, how do you think he’d feel?” Irene is right. Jungkook is sweet and fun, but you’re not clicking on a romantic level. If he knew you didn’t feel the same, he’d be heartbroken.

“Ugh, well, what do I do?! I have a date with him coming up!” You gesture to your face, which you’ve already made up, and your styled hair.

“Still meet with him. Let him give you the last gift and thank him, but tell him the truth. I think you’ve given him enough of your time, and if you’re not into him, then you’re not into him.”

You plop on the bed next to your computer. “This is going to suck.”

“Yeah, but it won’t suck nearly as much as you figuring out you like Namjoon.”

“What?” You question, swiveling the laptop to face you.

“Oh, don’t give me that. You liked him when you met him, and then you tried to ignore that you did because for some stupid ass reason, you think he won’t like you back, and now that he’s showing romantic interest in someone else, you’re jealous and realizing you want him.” She says matter of factly as she adjusts herself on her bed.

“I-” you start. “Fuck, you’re right.” You did still like Namjoon, and it never went away, no matter how much you told yourself he would never feel the same. In the time you’ve known and had feelings for Namjoon, that’s when your relationships stopped working out. Whether that’s a coincidence or not, you’re not sure, but you feel like you need to do something.

“You know what this means, right?”

“Uh, no?”

“You need to break it off with Jungkook at this party and then find Namjoon and tell him how you feel!”

“But what if he’s with Jihyo?”

“So what?! She just so happened to show up out of nowhere after all these years. Namjoon hadn’t even spoken to her again until like two days ago. Tell him how you feel!”

“What if he doesn’t feel the same?” The idea of putting your friendship on the line terrifies you. You can’t lose Namjoon in your life.

“Y/n, I keep telling you how obvious it is that he’s in love with you. I know you don't’ believe me but come on. Would you rather live your life always wondering what would’ve happened if you’d have told him the truth while he runs off and marries Jihyo? Or do you want to try at least? Even though it won’t, the worst that can happen is that he won’t feel the same. Then it’ll just be kind of awkward for a while until eventually, you guys get over it.”

Once again, Irene is right. You tell her this, to which she says she knows. She stays on the video call with you as you continue getting ready. You only have two white dresses to choose from, and decide on the strapless, floor-length one covered in a light coating of glitter.

Irene demands you tell her what happens when you get back, and of course, you agree. During the entire Uber ride over, you stress about the conversations you’d be having with both men later. Since you’re showing up early to the party to make sure everything is squared away, you and Jungkook arrive separately. Given how the night would go, you’re relieved at that.

Namjoon is already at the office when you arrive, giving the menu another once over and talking to the head chef. When he sees you approaching, he nods at the chef who leaves.

“Wow, Y/n. You look gorgeous.” Namjoon admires, turning to face you. This isn’t the first time Namjoon has complimented you, and every time it gets you flustered, but you feel it now more than ever before.

“Thank you. You look amazing yourself.” And he does. His all-white suit is tailored to fit him perfectly, and you can’t stop yourself from admiring the way his pants cling to his thighs and how the suit jacket hugs his shoulders.

“Yeah, I clean up nice when I try,” he smiles at you for a second before his eyes flicker behind you, and said smile drops. You turn to see where he’s looking and see Jungkook waving at the two of you. He, too, is dressed in his finest white suit, looking just as nice.

“Hey, you two!” He sidles up next to you and slings an arm over your shoulders. “The office looks great! You and your team did a good job.” He admires, gesturing to the twinkling fairy lights that line the ceiling and all of the fake snow-coated trees perfectly placed around the large conference room.

“Thanks, Jungkook.” You force a smile and glance at Namjoon, who mumbles out a thank you, then comments that he’s going to check on the DJ.

Watching him go, you want to stop him, but remember that your talk with him has to happen after Jungkook’s.

“Do you want me to help with anything? I came early because I thought I could lend a hand.”

“You are too sweet,” you comment, and Jungkook beams at the compliment. This is going to be so much harder than you thought.

You tell Jungkook to check to make sure all of the tables around the room have enough silverware and snowmen centerpieces while you find the rest of your team members and ensure that anything you’ve missed is taken care of. Your coworkers will start to arrive any minute now, so everything needs to be in order.

An hour into the party, you told yourself you’d talk to Jungkook. Two hours in, after mingling with everyone, you still hadn’t told him. Almost three hours in, after you circle the room twice and have a couple of spiked eggnogs, you decide to talk to him.

The two of you are finally alone, having escaped to a far corner of the room. Jungkook’s forehead is a little sweaty from dancing, and he’s smiling at you.

Do it now! You mentally scream at yourself.

“Hey, Jungkook. I wanted to-” The sound of the DJ playing a version of “12 Days of Christmas” stops you in your tracks, and you can’t help but chuckle at the irony. Jungkook notices and questions your laughter. “Nothing. It’s just the fact that this is the song that plays now is funny. It’s practically our song.”

“Our song?”

“Yeah...you know the 12 days of Christmas.”

Jungkook seems confused for a bit. “Oh yeah, sure.” He listens and attempts to sing along. “On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me two french hens in a pear tree. If you want that to be our song, sure.”

You freeze. “What did you just say?”

“Uh, I said it could be our song if you want.”

“No...you didn’t sing the lyrics right.”

“Ah, yeah, I’m sorry. I don’t know the song very well.” You gape at him. He doesn’t know the song, which means he’s not your secret admirer.

“You haven’t been sending me the 12 Days of Christmas gifts this month?”

“What gifts?”

“When I asked you last week if you were sending me gifts, you said you were!”

Realization dawns on him, and he opens his mouth, only to close it and open it again. “Oh, that...okay, so I lied.”

“Jungkook!”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know what you were talking about, but you looked so hopeful and happy, and I couldn’t help it. I like you a lot, and I just wanted to be someone you thought of as your true love.” Guilt is written all over his face.

“I don’t think this is going to work, Jungkook.” You say as even-toned as possible.

“What? Why? I’m sorry I lied.”

“It’s not that; I just really haven’t been feeling a romantic connection while we were together, and I don’t think it’s fair to keep seeing you only for this not to go anywhere.” You unclip the tennis bracelet he gifted you from around your wrist and place it in his blazer pocket.

“Wow. I don’t know what to say,” he murmurs, a deep frown mars his handsome face.

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to keep taking up your time or mine if I don’t feel anything.”

He lets out a sigh that you feel in your bones. It’s sad and defeated. “I guess you’re right. It still sucks.”

You open your arms, offering him a hug, which to your surprise, he walks into. “I know. Can we still be friends, at least? I liked hanging out with you as a friend.”

He gives you one more squeeze before letting you go. “Sure. Can I have some time to wallow in self-pity first?”

“Of course.” Jungkook’s fingertips brush against your hand one more time before he’s off to have another drink. You watch him go and immediately turn to try and pick out Namjoon in the sea of white formal attire.

He’s not hard to find when you spot him sitting at a table alone, a green box with a red ribbon tied around it sitting in front of him. When you catch sight of the box, you stop in your tracks on your way over, nearly dropping your purse. He looks up then, his brown eyes meeting yours, and he notices that you’ve spotted it.

“I take it Jungkook stopped lying about sending you the gifts?” He says when you get close enough to hear him.

“He didn’t even know the song when it came on.” You glance at him, not seeing any sign that someone was sitting on his other side. “Where’s Jihyo?”

“Not here. I never invited her.”

You frown. “What do you mean?”

He shakes his head and passes the box over to you when you sit next to him. “Not important. Merry Christmas, I guess.”

“Namjoon...I was coming to find you to talk.” Your hands wring nervously as his eyes meet yours again, waiting for you to continue. “I told Jungkook that we should stop seeing each other. We don’t have a connection. Irene had to yell at me to stop wasting everyone’s time, so I did.”

“And how’d he take that?”

“Surprisingly well--at least to my face. Not sure how he’ll take it later when he’s alone.”

“Well, at least you let him down gently.” Namjoon fiddles with his watch with something clearly on his mind.

“Yeah. I also realized something else in the last couple of days. Something about you.” This has him staring at you for the third time, this time making you even more nervous than you already are.

“And what is that?”

“I realized that I hate the idea of you showing up to this party with someone that wasn’t me. I also realized that the crush I had on you on my first day here never went away. I realized it was stupid of me to assume you weren’t also interested in me instead of just talking about it with you like an adult. I went through one relationship after another when I should’ve just tried with you and have you turn me down, so at least maybe my crush could fade naturally knowing you didn’t feel the same. I realized I still really, really like you and needed to tell you.” You hadn’t broken eye contact with Namjoon the whole time you spoke, so you were able to watch the array of emotions that morphed on his face one after another.

“Wow,” he breaths, shaking his head.

Your heart clenches at his reaction. This wasn’t the way you thought this would go.

“Y/n. You are probably the smartest woman I know while also being the dumbest.”

“What?”

“How could you think I didn’t have feelings for you? We’ve worked side by side for four, nearly five years. I come when you call me up no matter what time of day or night. I never miss a phone call or text from you. When we were working in the office, I brought you lunch or breakfast at every opportunity I possibly could, and no matter what, I always had your back. Hell, I still do. I like--no--I love you!”

“Y...you love me?”

“I do. That’s why it hurts so damn much to be your last resort.” The smile that you wear falls in a matter of seconds at his words.

“You’re not, though!”

“Aren’t I?! You never once entertained the idea that I could be the one sending you your gifts this whole time. You thought it was Taehyung who does nothing but try and fuck you every chance he gets, and I wasn’t even a possibility!” He’s never raised his voice at you, and it has a lump forming in your throat. His eyes are red, and you can’t tell if he’s had too much to drink or if he’s about to cry.

“Joon, please, I’m sorry! You’re right. I’m dumb, okay? I never thought it could be you because I told you I didn’t think you liked me like that!”

“You literally thought Irene was sending them to you at one point when she made it very clear to you, almost four years ago when you broke up, that she didn’t want any more relationships, but you didn’t think I could’ve sent them? Not even as a friend!”

“Please,” you choke out, your eyes stinging. “I’m so sorry, Joon. I didn’t mean to make you feel like you were the last resort. I care about you so much. I’m sorry.” A few hot tears slip through your lashes, no doubt making tracks in your foundation, but you don’t care. The despair on Namjoon’s face is all you can focus on.

“I...I’m going home.” He gets up suddenly, nearly knocking his chair over on the way.

“Namjoon, please stay so we can talk.” You reach for him, but he steps out of your grasp.

“I don’t want to talk anymore. I’ll see you later.” Without another word, he fast-walks away and through the crowd of your co-workers, who thankfully, are all far too preoccupied to notice how red his face is or see you crying alone.

Sleep doesn’t come easy once you get home. Namjoon doesn’t answer any of your calls or texts. You don’t want to bother Irene, as she was most likely spending time with her family. After a long shower and plenty of feeling sorry for yourself, you manage to fall asleep, unsure precisely what time it is.

It’s when you wake up the next morning, groggy with a headache, that you notice the final gift box you left sitting on your bedside table. You have to talk yourself into opening it, but you see the note that Namjoon left in it once you do.

Y/n,

On the twelfth day of Christmas, I have given to you: twelve drummers drumming.

Your true love and best friend, Namjoon. Merry Christmas ♡

Another ugly cry overcomes you as you reread the note three more times. You cradle the final glass ornament, swiping your finger over the painted drum. You’re angry at yourself more than anything. Were you so absorbed in how impossible it was that Namjoon didn’t return your feelings that you didn’t even notice that he did, in fact, feel the same and more? You can’t redo last night, and you can’t redo the previous four years, but you have to try to fix it today. Even if you have to beg Namjoon for forgiveness, even just to be friends again, you’re going to fix it.

Grabbing the first pair of leggings and hoodie that you can get your hands on, you rush to Namjoon’s apartment, still getting his voicemail every time you call, eventually giving up and deciding to show up anyway.

When you reach his front door, it takes multiple knocks until Seokjin opens the door.

“Oh, it’s you,” he snarks, giving you a once over.

“Seokjin, please let me in. I need to talk to Joon.”

The much taller man crosses his arms and shakes his head. “And why should I? Do you know how long it took him to plan the whole 12 Days of Christmas thing? He agonized over it for literal months before deciding how perfect it’d be for you. I told him he should just tell you early, especially when you started guessing all these other people, but he was so sure you’d know it was him.”  Seokjin scoffs, and the look he gives you only makes you feel worse.

“Please, I know I’m terrible, okay? I fucked up, and I hurt his feelings, and I deserve to get chewed out, but please, I need to talk with him and make this right.

Seokjin stares you down for a while longer before sighing. “Even though I don’t think you deserve to know, he’s not even here. He left this morning for the train station. He decided to surprise his family and go back to Ilsan for the week.”

“What?! When does his train leave?”

“In about thirty minutes,” Seokjin says, glancing at his phone.

Without replying, you turn on your heels and sprint to your car. If you speed, you’ll make it there with enough time to talk to him before he leaves.

Pulling into the first spot you can find, you run as far as your legs will carry you through the train station. Successfully dodging families and their luggage and people running just as quickly as you to their trains, you make it unscathed to the ticket counter.

“Hi,” you pant, the attendant looking unamused. “When’s the next train to Ilsan leave?”

She taps a few things onto her computer. “Any minute now. Do you have a ticket?” Instead of answering, you take off to the train platform, fingers crossed that you’ll see Namjoon in the passing windows.

By the time you make it, the train is slowly pulling away, and the doors are shut.

“Wait! Please wait!” You call out, knowing the conductor can’t see or hear you. Tears spring to your eyes as you watch the train pulling away, continuing to stand there as it gets further and further.

“Y/n?” You have no time to mourn your tardiness when you hear Namjoon’s voice call your name from behind you.

Sure enough, when you turn, you see him sitting on a bench with a suitcase on one side and a duffle bag on the other. He’s tucked in a cream-colored trench coat and dark wash denim. His cheeks and tip of his nose are rosy and red, and his hair is tucked under a black beanie. No matter how terrible you feel, your heart still flutters at the sight of the beautiful man in front of you.

“What are you doing here?” He speaks again as you near him.

“Why aren’t you on the train?”

“That’s not my train. Mine doesn’t leave for another fifteen minutes.” He gestures to another train on the other side of the platform with people boarding.

“Please don’t get on that train.”

“Y/n-”

“No. Please listen to me.”  He doesn’t move, so you continue. “I’m an idiot. I’m oblivious, and I apparently can’t read context clues, I admit. But please, believe me when I say that nothing I did this month was intended to hurt you. I’m impatient and a bit of a hopeless romantic, so I just so badly wanted to know who might finally like me so much that they would do something that sweet and caring, and yes, I should’ve thought about you, but again, extremely oblivious.”

“Y/n, you-”

“I’m not done. I may be all of those things, but I also know that I care about you so much. I would never be as successful as I am without you by my side every step of the way. You’re my best friend, and you’re so important to me. I love you, Joon. A whole lot. Please don’t get on the train. I want you to stay with me and spend Christmas with me. Please.” At some point, while talking, you began crying, and you’re sure you look a complete mess.

Namjoon doesn’t seem phased as he reaches out and cups your cheek, wiping away a few tears. “You honestly didn’t notice how crazy I was for you when I first laid eyes on you? You walked in so confident and determined even on your first day, and I immediately hoped that you’d be on my team so I could get to know everything there is about you.” He cradles the other side of your face with his other hand. Even though the December air is crisp and biting into the rest of you, his hands are so warm on your face that you melt into the feeling.

“I still have Christmas presents to give you under my tree,” you whisper.

“Believe it or not, I still have a few things for you too,” he matches your tone, eyes gazing into yours.

You offer a smile, which he returns before leaning towards you, crashing your lips together. Namjoon’s lips are slightly chapped from the cold weather, but just as plush as they always look. They move slowly against yours as you reach for him, your fingers gripping his coat to pull him impossibly closer. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t often think about kissing Namjoon, but this was better than what you ever imagined.

A cold droplet landing on your neck breaks through the warmth coursing through your veins. You intend to ignore it, but much to your utter dismay, Namjoon pulls away to investigate the cold sensation. More snowflakes began to hit your clothes, melting into the fabric as the first snowfall of the season begins.

“You know,” Namjoon starts, his hands leaving your face only for one of them to grab your hand. “I could really use some hot cocoa if you still have any left at home?”

The smile that forms on your face is probably way too big and goofy, but you don’t care. You’re on your feet immediately, pulling him up with you. He gathers his bag and suitcase and follows behind you to the parking lot, still hand in hand.

Back home, under your fluffiest blanket as your Christmas tree twinkles, you and Namjoon spend the rest of the day watching movies together. In the middle of The Nightmare Before Christmas, your phone rings, displaying Irene’s name. You answer and switch to a video call. As soon as her face appears on the screen and she sees you and Namjoon, quite literally cuddled together, she lets out a scream and quite a few “I told you so’s.”

You give her a summary of what happened at the party and find out from Namjoon that he hadn’t actually invited Jihyo but had only said that because he was mad, you were bringing Jungkook. She listens to you both finish the story of what took place just this morning and practically swoons over the phone.

“Gross, y’all are a real-life Christmas romance movie.” She playfully gags when you hear someone call her name off the screen. “Oh, I forgot! I have to go open presents with the family. Mom wouldn’t let anyone touch them until my cousin got here. I’ll talk to you later, Y/n. Merry Christmas, and make sure you both stay safe this weekend.” With a wiggle of her eyebrows, she ends the call before you can even reply to her.

Namjoon seems to ignore Irene’s last comment, looking unbothered as he pulls you closer and places a quick yet still passionate kiss on your lips.

“You know, we’re going to need to figure something out about work. Me kissing my boss is definitely a conflict of interest.” Namjoon comments, wrapping you in his arms tighter.

It crossed your mind, but like any other thought that wasn’t related to today, you ignore it, choosing not to focus on that right now. “Eh, we’ll figure it out. All I want to do right now is spend Christmas with my true love.” Your eyes meet Namjoon’s, and you watch the way a deep shade of red blossoms on his cheeks. He doesn’t respond but instead buries his face in your neck and hits play to resume the movie with you.

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Crystal Snow | JJK

❅ Summary: When you join Jungkook and the rest of the guys for some fun in the snow, he can’t help but feel jealous. ❅ Pairing: Jungkook x Female!Reader ❅ Genre: Fluff, slice of life, idolverse ❅ Rating: G ❅ Warnings: None! ❅ Word Count: 1.6k ❅ A/N: So this is an old drabble I re-wrote and was going to finish in time for holiday bingo, but that didn’t happen oops. I figured I’d finally finish it in honor of the snow in Korea this week!

Snow is everywhere, covering buildings and bus stops and cars. It blankets the streets of Seoul so heavily that everything around the city is silent. There’s barely anyone out and about with the snow so heavy and the sun setting, which makes it the perfect time for BTS to be out in public.

The seven over-excitable men hurry to the park nearest to their dorm, plastic sleds in tow.

"Took you guys long enough! Do you know how long I’ve been waiting here?!" You whine. You’re bundled up in a white coat with a matching scarf coiled around your neck. A bright blue beanie sits on your head with flecks of snow still sitting unmelted on the fabric. The seven men all break into identical grins as they wave at you.

Jungkook sprints ahead of the group, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you into a hug. A few giggles slip out when your feet leave the ground as you cling to his neck.

"Koo put me down! I’m too heavy!" Jungkook obliges, but not before stealing a kiss from your lips.

“No way. You’re perfect.” He murmurs and nuzzles your cold noses together.

"Ew, you guys are gross," Seokjin complains, nudging Jungkook out of the way to get a hug of his own. "You act like we all don't know she's your girlfriend, Jungkookie. No one's going to steal her from you."

"Yeah, and besides, it won't be stealing if she comes to me willingly," Jimin smirks at you and sends you a wink before pulling you in for a hug. You laugh and roll your eyes at him, while Jungkook stares daggers at the back of his hyung’s head.

Yoongi comes up next to him and nudges him in the side. "He's kidding, Jungkook. None of us are going to take Y/n from you, okay?" Jungkook puffs out his cheeks and nods at the older man. Of course, he knows that. That doesn’t mean he likes when they joke around like that with you.

"Okay, before Jungkook kills us all and buries our bodies in the snow, what say we go sledding first?" Hoseok speaks up, noticing the youngest’s grip on your coat sleeve. "The last one to the tree over there has to sled with Namjoon!" With a yell of 'hey!' from the leader in question, everyone takes off towards the biggest tree in the middle of the park.

It's not that Namjoon is bad at sledding per se. He just isn’t good at steering. Seokjin had been his willing partner the year prior, and both men ended up stuck in a snowbank when Seokjin told Namjoon to go left, and he had gone right.

The eight of you all but collide with one another to get to the tree, and in the end, Jungkook trips over his own two feet and is the last to make it.

"Oops, sorry, Jungkookie! It looks like you get to ride with Namjoon." Taehyung shrugs and sends Jungkook a smile that says he most certainly is not sorry for his loss.

The next few minutes are spent with the rest of the group dividing into pairs as Yoongi hands out everyone’s sled. Jungkook walks next to Namjoon as you all trek up the highest hill in the park. It’s a few feet up, which allows enough speed to make turns while racing down it instead of just being a straight, boring drop.

Upon reaching the top, everyone gathers with their partner and gets themselves ready. Jungkook scans the group and finds you being helped onto the sled by Seokjin, who you’d be riding with. He pouts as he watches him adjust your scarf, feeling jealousy fill him. The more he thinks about it, the more he thinks it isn’t fair that he’s unable to sled with his own girlfriend.

"Jungkook, did you hear me?!" He jolts when he hears the booming voice next to him. He turns and is met with Namjoon's intense stare.

"What?"

"I said, do you want to steer the back or the front?"

"Front," he answers immediately, recalling that last year's incident was caused by Namjoon operating the front end of the sled.

"Ready?!" Jimin calls out once everyone is seated. "One...two...three, go!" As soon as the word leaves his mouth, he and Taehyung take off first down the hill in their sled. There are a few shouts from the other two pairs as one by one, they both follow behind the duo currently in the lead. Jungkook watches as you and Seokjin zip away, and he feels a jab through his layers of clothes.

“Let’s go, Jungkook!”

Oh yeah. He’s supposed to be racing too.

He helps Namjoon push their sled forward, the frigid air starting to whip in his face as they move. He momentarily forgets why he had been sulking as he leans left and right to control the piece of plastic under him.

He and Namjoon started last, but they pass Yoongi and Hoseok in the blink of an eye. Jungkook quickly catches sight of your familiar blue beanie and sees you and Seokjin only a couple of inches in front of him. His eyes are locked on you as you tilt forward to increase the speed of your sled, and Jungkook does the same, determined to catch up.

If he had been paying attention, he probably would've heard Namjoon calling his name. He also would've seen the snowbank in front of them before they ended up smacking into it face first.

Jungkook could vaguely hear the laughter of his friends around him as he lies there, letting the snow soak into his clothes and hair. It isn’t until he feels a pair of hands tugging on the back of his coat that he attempts to move. The first thing he’s met with is his favorite pair of eyes staring at him with worry.

"Jungkook, are you okay?" Your mouth is turned downward in a frown as you look him over to make sure he isn’t injured.

"I'm fine." You help him to his feet and begin brushing off the snow from his shoulders and hair, mumbling about how he needs to be more careful and pay better attention. He barely listens to you, though, as he’s more interested in how unbearably cute you look when you fret over him.

"Well, it looks like you're the new sledding jinx," Hoseok says, approaching the two of you. He leans over and punches Jungkook in the arm, the younger frowning in response.

"Yeah, and Jimin and Taehyung are the self-proclaimed 'sledding kings.’" Yoongi rolls his eyes.

"Which means they're never going to shut up about it." Seokjin jerks his head in the direction of the two in question, who are packing mounds of snow together in the distance. "Hey, what the hell are you two doing over there?!"

Jimin scoffs and turns to look over his shoulder. "I will insist you all address me as 'Your Majesty' from now on. Tae and I are no longer peasants like the rest of you." He brushes his gloved hands together to rid them of excess snow before he turns and sits on his snow throne. Taehyung copies his actions, and they both look at the rest of the group.

"Now," Taehyung starts, "Since we are the sledding kings, we have a few requests. Our first is that Jin hyung prepares us a dinner of our choice when we go home later." He waves his hand in the older man’s direction, who, in turn, begins yelling about not being their personal chef.

"Secondly,” Jimin begins, talking over a still complaining Seokjin. “We cannot rule over the frozen kingdom on our own. We need a queen to rule with us." He jumps up and quickly grabs your hand.

"I don't think so!" Jungkook yanks your other hand and tugs you back towards him, making you fall into his arms with Jimin nearly tripping in response.

The two men have a momentary stare down before Jimin relents and releases you. "Fine. " He recovers swiftly, immediately launching into something about appointing Hoseok as a court jester.

Jungkook turns and beelines for the park exit, tugging you behind him before you can hear anymore.

"Jungkook, where are we going?"

"Back to the dorm. I'm cold and hungry, and there's snow in my pants." You let out a laugh and hold on tighter to Jungkook's hand.

"Whatever you wanna do is fine with me as long as I get to spend time with you."

Jungkook stops abruptly, making you run into the back of him.

"Jungkook, wha-" He turns and grabs your face in his hands, pulling you into a kiss. Even though it’s cold outside and both of your cheeks are freezing, the two of you feel nothing but warmth running through you as your lips move against one another. The kiss is lazy and sweet, and Jungkook would stay here like this all night if a sudden gust of icy wind hadn't chosen this moment to hit him right in the face. You shiver in his arms, and he pulls away to tighten your coat around your body and lay his arm over your shoulders.

"Come on. The quicker we get home, the quicker we can get warm." You nod and rest your head against him as you walk. You had both been excited to go out with the guys and play in the first snow of the year, but the idea of just the two of you curling up in bed under a blanket with hot chocolate sounds even better.

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The One | JJK

∎ Summary: You and Jungkook decide to bring a dog into your home, but first you have to find the perfect one. ∎ Pairing: Jungkook x Gender Neutral!Reader ∎ Genre: Fluff, slice of life, established relationship, idolverse ∎ Rating: G ∎ Warnings: None ∎ Word Count: 1.9k ∎ A/N: For btsholidaybingo | Bingo Square: Jeon Jungkook

"Remember, we're only going for one dog."

"But what if a kitten falls in love with me?"

"No."

"Okay, but what if there’s like, two dogs that are bonded? We can’t just separate them, you know."

"Then we won’t get either."

"But what if-”

"I said no, Koo. No to any other possible scenarios you can think of. Do you want to do this or not?" The two of you have a staredown over the top of the car before Jungkook lets out a long, dramatic sigh, and you climb into the car.

You’ve recently taken the next step in your three-year relationship by moving in together. Jimin was unsurprisingly distraught and clung to Jungkook’s legs as he and the rest of the guys moved his things from the dorm. Of course, you had only moved a good ten minutes away from them in the first place.

Now that you’re accustomed to living and existing every night and day around each other, you agreed your home is missing the presence of a fluffy animal. Well, Jungkook has decided rather, and you gave in to his pouting and begging. Since he’s no longer sharing space with Yeontan, he wants a dog of his own around; thus, the decision to bring home a dog was made.

Neither of you has any idea what type of dog you want, but you agree that you’ll go and see which one stands out. According to Jungkook, you don’t pick a dog; a dog picks you. As someone who’s never had any pet other than hamsters, you’re inclined to believe him. As nervous as you are to be a first-time dog owner, the idea of being a cute, domestic couple raising a dog together is exciting.

The ride to the local shelter is only about ten minutes, and Jungkook is throwing his door open and bounding out of the car as soon as he parks. You follow your exuberant boyfriend inside at a much more leisurely pace. It doesn’t surprise you when you walk in and see the first thing he’s doing is leaning towards a cage full of kittens, cooing at them and letting them nip at his fingertips.

"Jungkook..." you say in a warning tone. He turns towards you, looking guilty.

"I just wanted to look!" He pouts. Once you’re at his side and you’ve greeted a few of the kittens yourself, you follow a volunteer to the wing of the shelter where the dogs are.

Jungkook is immediately drawn to a cage of golden retrievers. He leans over, sticking his fingers through the bars, which makes all of the tiny dogs run over to smell and lick him. You smile at him as giggles come out of his mouth. He soon moves on to a large, older looking pitbull and is whispering greetings to it as it pants excitedly. You leave him there to wander around, eyeing all of the cages, and can’t help but feel overwhelmed by all of the dogs around you, attempting to catch your gaze and silently begging you to take them home.

Your eyes continue to scan the signs hanging from the front of each cage, noting all of the breeds and their names.

A shih tzu, a maltese, a poodle, and a-

“Oh, hello, babies!” A cage with five corgi puppies yipping for your attention catches your attention the most.

As you make your way to the cage, the group of dogs notice and clamor over each other, their small noses raised in the air to try and catch a whiff of you. You smile at them and stick your hand near, letting them sniff you. They all have identical brown eyes and the classic corgi golden brown and white fur, which, while they’re cute, none stand out to you.

Pulling your hand back, you dig a bottle of hand sanitizer from your bag, ready to ask Jungkook if he’s made a decision when something in the corner of the corgi cage catches your attention.

Its eyes are what draw you in. Those gorgeous brown eyes are much lighter and wider than the rest of the liter. You hadn't noticed this one earlier, but looking at it now, you see it’s the only one with all-white fur. It’s the quietest puppy, opting to hang towards the back but still flashing you that wide dog smile. It’s excited, with the way it’s small, round body seems to be vibrating. Something in your gut told you this was the one.

"Koo! Jungkook, I found our dog!" Jungkook leaves the pug he’s talking to so he can come over and join you. He looks at the corgis, his eyes immediately finding the pup in question in no time. After inspecting the dog for a few seconds, he nods.

"That’s definitely the one. Stay here, and I'll go tell someone we've made our choice." Jungkook leans over and plants a kiss on your forehead before he leaves. You get close to the cage again, angling your fingers towards the quiet pup, and immediately it wobbles over, squeezing past the others to get to you. Your heart wells as you watch it give you a couple of licks, then lets out a tiny yip.

Jungkook comes back just as quickly as he had left with an older man in a shelter volunteer shirt. He points out the puppy you want, and the man unlocks the cage to reach around the hyper puppies for yours. He puts the puppy in your waiting hands, and you and Jungkook follow him out to the main part of the shelter. As you go, the man explains that your pup is a boy and that he and his siblings were found in a box in a park by someone who brought them in.

Jungkook fills a basket with toys, food, and treats from the on-site pet shop while the fluff ball in your arms watches him go. He stays quiet as Jungkook tries a few collars on him before settling for a bright blue one and claiming it as perfect.

Once everything is paid for and you’re on your way back home, he stands up in your lap and stretches his body out, examining Jungkook's car as he does.

"Please don't pee on the seats, little guy," Jungkook begs him playfully. As if he understands, the dog gives one small bark in response and moves to balance on your thigh so he can look out the window. "We need a name for him, you know."

"I know. Any ideas?"

"Jungkook Junior?"

"We are not calling our dog Jungkook Junior."

"Y/n Junior?" He receives a pointed look in reaction to that suggestion. "Well, what do you think we should name him then?" You look down at the dog in your lap, and he looks back, almost in curiosity.

"Hmm...how do you think Jimin would feel if we named him Mochi?" Upon hearing it, the puppy barks. "Is that a yes? You like the name?" He barks again.

Jungkook lets out a laugh and turns to look at the puppy once the car is parked and you’re back home. "So this is our little Mochi, huh? I think it fits." He reaches over and scratches under the pup's chin, his tongue lolling out and his eyes closing. You and Jungkook share a look similar to one proud parents would share about their successful children.

After all the supplies are carried upstairs to your apartment, you and Jungkook put all of the things away, taking turns keeping a watchful eye on him as Mochi explores and sniffs anything in the apartment he can get to. Jungkook wastes no time in calling everyone over to meet him.

"His name is Mochi?!” is the first thing out of Jimin’s mouth when you introduce him. He looks as if he’s so touched he could burst into tears. As soon as the boys walk in, Mochi is smelling and circling them, vying for attention from them all.

"For a new dog, he’s not very shy," Yoongi says when he sits down on the couch, and Mochi immediately dashes over, begging to be put into his lap.

A coo rings out through the room from everyone as the eight of you watch as he sprawls out on Yoongi’s lap, enjoying the belly rubs he offers him.

The boys spend the rest of the evening playing with the puppy. They talk to him as if he can understand, try and fail to teach him to sit, and unsurprisingly, Hoseok ends up rolling around on the floor with him.

He has his first almost accident during dinner, whining and pacing while everyone is eating, catching the room’s attention.

“He has to pee!” Taehyung warns. Jungkook shoots up from the couch, nearly knocking his pizza over in the process, and quickly opens the patio door, carrying Mochi out to the patch of turf he’d laid out earlier. Quickly after, he trots back inside and plops onto his doggy bed by the couch, eliciting various “awws” from all of you.

After dinner, everyone helps you and Jungkook clean up and play with Mochi a bit more before calling it a night. Before leaving, Hoseok promises he'll be back in the morning to walk his "new best friend." This causes Seokjin to scoff and argue that Mochi was his new best friend and that he'll be back in the morning. Jimin puts his two cents in about how Mochi is obviously his best friend since he’s named after him. Namjoon tries to use the fact that he secretly fed Mochi under the table as a way of winning the debate that they’re best friends, but it only earns him a whack on the arm from you.

Jungkook manages to usher his bickering friends out, telling them whoever gets to your apartment first in the morning could walk the dog. Of course, this will lead to chaos in the morning, but you and Jungkook will worry about it then.

As the two of you make your way down the long hall to your bedroom, you realize Mochi is still sitting at the end of the hallway, looking as if he’s contemplating whether or not to follow along.

Jungkook turns around and tilts his head. "Well, come on then!" The puppy lets out a chipper bark and bounds down the hallway as quick as his small legs allow him. He circles your feet excitedly, then busies himself with observing the new room as you get ready for bed.

When you’re finally snuggled up to Jungkook with the lights off you, take a look at the puppy as he stretches in the middle of the room.

"Can we bring him in the bed? Please?”

"Hmm...I don't know..." Jungkook taps his chin, pretending to think before calling the dog's name. He didn’t expect him to respond, having only had a name for a day, but to his surprise, Mochi barks and runs over to the bed. You watch him attempt to climb and jump onto the king-sized bed until Jungkook leans down and scoops him up. Mochi immediately turns himself in a circle and plops down on the bed between you two. "He's an extremely smart dog," Jungkook murmurs as he lets a yawn slip.

"He is. You know, I think you were right about letting the dog choose us."

"I know. Aren't I always right?" You reach over and swat his shoulder.

"Oh, hush, and go to sleep." He lets out a laugh before leaning over to kiss you.

"Love you, babe."

"Love you, Koo. Love you, Mochi." Right on cue, the dog lets out a loud yawn and snuggles closer to you. You smile and run your fingers through his soft fur before dozing off with your boys.

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Convention Crush | KNJ

➛ Summary: You’re spending your first anime convention alone, in one half of a couple’s cosplay, until you meet a new group of friends and your other fictional half. ➛ Pairing: Namjoon x Gender Neutral!Reader ➛ Genre: Fluff, slice of life ➛ Rating: PG ➛ Warnings: Like two curse words but nothing else ➛ Word Count: 1.7k ➛ A/N: For BHQ’s Anime Club Event! Thank you @nightowls388​ for the prompts! 💚

nightowls388 said: Carese darling!! May I has Namjoon in spirited away with dialogue prompt 10 please :D

The hotel is loud and bustling with life as you walk through the doors. A group of teenagers dressed as various Naruto characters runs past you, arms back and backs bent in classic “Naruto run” stance. You weave through a group of My Hero Academia cosplayers to the registration table to get your convention pass.

Once the lanyard is around your neck, you beeline for the hotel’s attached Starbucks. You’ll need the caffeine if you want to survive your first anime convention alone. You’re supposed to be here with your best friend, but Jungkook decided to catch the flu two days ago. The four-day pass was non-refundable, and you weren’t about to lose out on $70 that you barely had to begin with. So, here you are, alone in a sea of over-excited cosplayers and exhausted parents, in one half of a couple’s costume, not even sure where to begin.

“Hi!” A group of teenagers dressed in various Studio Ghibli cosplays approaches you as you head to the escalator for the main convention floor. “You’re Chihiro, right?” A girl dressed as Princess Mononoke asks, gesturing to your pink bathhouse uniform.

“I am.” You offer a nervous smile, unsure where this is going.

“Can we take a picture with you?! We don’t have anyone from Spirited Away in our group!”

“Oh, yeah, sure.” They all crowd around you, squishing you between a Howl and a Kiki as they get a passerby to take a picture of you all. As soon as the camera shutter goes off a few times, they all thank you in a rush and are gone just as quickly, sprinting up the escalator and disappearing into the crowd.

Still reeling from how fast-paced the interaction was, you finally step onto the escalator and fish the convention schedule from your backpack to scan the upcoming events. An ask the cast panel for Demon Slayer could be interesting, not that you’re sure what that consists of, but that’s one of your favorite anime and you have to start somewhere.

Too absorbed in the schedule, you don’t notice the group of men crossing in front of you at the same time you step off the escalator until you bump into one of them, dropping the pamphlet.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” you reach down to grab the dropped paper, luckily still clutching your coffee safely to your chest.

“No problem, I got it,” One of the men bends at the same time as you and picks your pamphlet up. It’s not until you really look at him that you notice the black bob wig, blue pants, and white Haori.

“Oh! You’re Haku!”

He flashes you a dimpled smile as he takes in your outfit. “And you’re Chihiro. What are the odds.” You share a laugh, both of your hands grasping either side of the pamphlet longer than is probably necessary.

“Ahem.” A throat clear next to you has you both snapping out of the moment you share, remembering the other people he’s with. You make eye contact with a grey-haired man wearing the signature volleyball costume from Haikyuu. Checking the number on his jersey, you deduce he’s dressed as Sugawara. “This is a super cute moment and all, but the AMV contest starts in like fifteen minutes, and we need to get good seats. You can come with us if you want.” He proposes the last part to you.

“Ah, well I was going to go to an ask the cast panel.” Haku, Sugawara, and the other two men with them dressed as Ash Ketchum and Eren Yeager all give you the same pointed look.

“Is this your first anime convention?” Haku asks.

“Yes...how did you know?”

“No one who comes to these things often would ever put themselves through an ask the cast panel. It’s just a bunch of high schoolers being loud and obnoxious, pretending to be the characters. Total shit show.” Sugawara says matter of factly. “Were your friends really gonna have you suffer through that?”

“I’m actually here alone.” The four of them share a look before Haku turns back to you.

“That means you have to hang out with us. We can’t let you fall into any first-timer traps.” He shoots you another smile that’s all dimples, and you feel your pulse quicken. Even under the wig, he’s the most attractive man you’ve seen all day. Maybe even all your life.

“Okay.” You may have just met these men, but you don’t have any internal alarm bells going off about spending time with them. Your possible blooming crush on Haku aside, you don’t feel any negative vibes.

“Now that that’s settled let’s go! I’m not sitting in the back of the room for the contest!” Sugawara takes the lead as you all fall in line and follow him to one of the main meeting rooms.

As the day wears on, you’re more than happy that you decided to spend your time with your new friends instead of wandering alone, letting the four of them take you to various panels that they deem worthy of your time. Haku, whom you now know as Namjoon, is nothing but sweet to you all day. He explains that he and his friends have been going to anime conventions since high school, and now that they’re all seasoned college students, they still make it a point to attend. He mentions that he’s dressed as Haku because Jin, his roommate who’s the most handsome Erin Yeager you’ve witnessed at the convention, was supposed to be Chihiro but backed out last minute for the “cooler” cosplay instead.

Sugawara, who you find out is named Yoongi, is roommates with the fourth member of the quartet, Hoseok, dressed as a very compelling Ash Ketchum. When you compliment him, he flashes you the biggest, sunniest smile you’ve ever laid eyes on. After the AMV contest, they take you to a History of Horror in Manga discussion, much to Hoseok’s constant complaints. Around lunchtime, the five of you leave the hotel and cross the street to look for food. After Jin and Hoseok argue over sushi versus burgers they ultimately have you choose. You opt for chicken, much to everyone’s delight.

Out of everyone, you find yourself talking more one on one to Namjoon, finding out you have quite a few things in common. You both share a love for music and nature and are plant parents, although you tend to kill more plants than keep them alive. Namjoon promises he’ll give you tips on keeping your plant babies alive and grins at you for what feels like the fiftieth time of the day. Each time, your stomach does somersaults, and you feel your skin heat up.

At the end of the night, as you’re all leaving the 18+ Bad Fanfiction Reading panel, you almost don’t want to part ways.

“We can’t let you leave without getting your number!” Jin shoves his phone into your hands, demanding you put your digits in. The other men do the same, with Namjoon being last, hand shaking as he presents his phone. A series of four beeps come through on your phone, signifying the text messages from the group.

All of you are staying upstairs in the hotel rooms, so together, you head for the guest-only elevators as Yoongi announces the panels and events he’s planning for you all to go to tomorrow. Hoseok makes it a point to say that you’re included and that you’re now friends, therefore you have no choice but to spend the rest of the convention with them. Of course, you don’t object and agree to meet them downstairs tomorrow morning.

Your room is on the 8th floor, while their rooms are on the 10th, so you reach your floor first. Preparing to say your goodbyes for the night, you step out of the elevator and send a wave, but before the doors close, Namjoon is shoved out beside you.

“Joon will walk you to your room!” Hoseok calls as the doors close.

“Yeah, we’ll see you in a few, Namjoon!” Yoongi adds, then the doors are shut, and the elevator keeps going up.

Namjoon scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. “Uh, please lead the way. I’ll make sure you get to your room, okay.”

Feeling nervous yourself, you simply nod as he follows you the short distance to your room.

“This is me,” you move to the door, and you both stop in front of it. Seconds tick by with the two of you staring at one another while you try and come up with something to say.

“Today was great,” Namjoon says at the same time you do, making both of you chuckle. “Sorry, go ahead first.”

“I just wanted to say thank you for inviting me along with you all today. I had a lot of fun and didn’t think I could’ve done so if I was by myself.”

“Really?” Namjoon says, looking surprised. “I thought we would’ve been a little too high energy for you. You really had a good time? Today made you happy?”

“Yes. I am happy. Because I was able to meet someone like you.” You blurt the latter part out and watch as his eyes widen and a dark shade of red blossoms over his cheeks.

“I, uh, I’m glad you feel that way. I’m really happy I was able to meet someone like you too.” Namjoon’s eyes dart down to your lips momentarily before he lets out a cough. “Well, I’ll see you in the morning. Make sure to meet us downstairs at ten on the dot. If you’re late, Jin will probably nag you for the rest of the convention.” He hesitates momentarily, then reaches out to pull you into a hug. You instantly melt in his hold, inhaling the warm cinnamon scent of whatever Namjoon’s got on.

Your grip on his waist tightens at the same time his arms around your shoulders do. You’re not sure who pulls away first, but reluctantly, you do release each other. Namjoon gives you another goodbye, and then he’s shuffling down the hallway and back towards the elevator.

Once he’s around the corner, you let yourself into your room, his scent still in your nose, and the feeling of his toned arms around you still lingering. How you managed to run into a great group of friends on the first day, you don’t know, but you’re not about to question it. The only thing you worry about is how you can make your cosplay planned for day two as cute as possible, now that you’ve got someone to impress.

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O Christmas Tree | PJM

🎄 Summary: Jimin gives up sleep to search for the perfect Christmas tree with you. 🎄 Pairing: Jimin x Gender Neutral!Reader 🎄 Genre: Fluff, slice of life, established relationship, idolverse 🎄 Rating: G 🎄 Warnings: None 🎄 Word Count: 1.2k 🎄 A/N: For @btsholidaybingo​ | Bingo Square: Park Jimin

"Baby? Minnie? Jimin!" Jimin's eyes shoot open at the sounds of you calling his name. He glances up to see you peering down at him with a smile on your face. His gaze slides over to the bedside clock, which reads 8:33 am. It was Saturday, so seeing you up and alert so early is suspicious.

"Y/n, why are you awake?"

You widen your eyes, lightly slapping his arm. "Don't you remember what we're doing today?" Jimin blinks back in response. "We're going to get a Christmas tree! You said earlier this week that we could go and get one today since neither of us has to work!"

Your words vaguely ring a bell, but honestly, he’d been working so much earlier in the week that everything in his head pretty much blurred together. "Okay, but must we do this now? I just want to sleep," he groans, pulling the blanket over his head.

"Oh no, you don't! I told you we have to go early to get a good one! You're lucky I let you sleep until now because I was going to get you up at 7! Now get up!" You pry the blanket from his hands and begin poking his sides. Jimin lets out a yelp and hurriedly slips out of bed to get away from your prodding fingers.

"Fine, I'm up!" You blow him a kiss to which he sticks his tongue out in return before heading into the bathroom.

"What about this one?" Jimin points to another tree, and once again, you dismiss it. He groans in response, pulling his coat tighter around his body. "Babe, we've been here for almost an hour, and it's cold!" Jimin wraps his arms around your waist, snuggling his face into the crook of your neck. "Besides, I'd rather be at home cuddling up with you and watching Christmas movies." He places a kiss on your neck, willing you to give in.

"This is serious, Minnie! We need a perfect tree. This is our first Christmas in our new apartment, and I want it to be the best Christmas ever." You shake his arms off when your eyes spot a tree that seems to stand taller than the others. "This is it! What do you think?"

Jimin inspects the tree, taking in it's full, broad look. It looks much healthier than the trees surrounding it, and he briefly understands why you refuse to settle for the previous choices. "It's great. That's our tree." He nods genuinely. You smile at him, running back towards him to kiss his cheek.

"See, I told you we'd find it! Now we get to take it home and decorate it!"

Jimin smiles at you as you skip towards a nearby employee to get him to chop down the tree. He'd spent the two previous Christmases with you, but they were both celebrated at the BTS dorm. The two of you finally moved in together in the summer, and this would be your first significant holiday spent in your own place. Watching you run around so excitedly about it makes him love you even more if that’s even possible.

Once the tree is lugged from the tree yard to the car, you head straight home. You help Jimin maneuver the heavy tree into the escalator and up to your apartment, him complaining the entire time about pine needles. You immediately bring out the boxes of lights and decorations that you keep stored in the back of one of the hall closets once it’s propped up in the living room.

"You know, the guys want us to go to the dorm on Christmas day," Jimin says as he untangles a knot of lights.

"Or, we could just see them on Christmas Eve and spend all of Christmas here, just the two of us." Jimin raises his eyebrows at you, watching as you wrap the tree skirt around the trunk.

"Do you not want to see everyone?"

You shake your head and begin helping him with the lights. "That's not it at all! It's just that we've spent Christmas with them for the past two years, and while I always enjoy Seokjin and Jungkook’s on-the-spot original Christmas jingles, I'd love for it just to be us." You shrug, quickly glancing at him, then back down.

"Well, hey, if the love of my life wants to spend the whole day with no one but me, I'd be a fool to object."

"Really?" Jimin nods and leans over to kiss your nose.

"Of course. Anything for you." You break into a large smile and return to tending to the lights.

Soon, you both have the mess sorted out and the tree wrapped in lights. After that comes the tinsel and then your favorite part, which is the ornaments. You work in a comfortable silence the whole time, your Christmas playlist lightly playing through your speakers. Once you’re finished, you hurry to shut the curtains to block out the afternoon sun.

Once the room is dark, Jimin plugs in the lights, and you both watch as the tree comes to life, illuminating the room. Jimin wraps his arms around you, admiring your work. The whites lights on different sections of the tree blink in a well-timed pattern, and the gold tinsel and red and gold ornaments complement each other perfectly. Of course, the large, gold glitter star on the top is the perfect way to cap it off.

You sigh in satisfaction before fishing your phone out of your pocket to snap a picture.

"Let me guess," Jimin begins. "You're taking a picture to keep forever and treasure with all your heart?"

"Yeah. And to post on Instagram." He rolls his eyes at your statement and waits until you get a few pictures before pulling you with him to the couch. "Jimin, what are you doing?"

"I'm going to lie down on the couch and take a nap because I'm tired from all this hard work, and you are going to join me."

"But we haven't even put up the rest of the decorations around the house!" You protest weakly as he reclines on the couch fully, pulling you to lie on top of him with your head on his chest.

"We'll get to it later, I promise. For now, I just want to take a nap with my favorite person and enjoy our masterpiece of a Christmas tree." Jimin leans down to kiss your forehead as you let a yawn slip out.

"Fine, but only for an hour. After that, we need to finish decorating."

"Mmhmm," Jimin's eyes are already closed, and he feels you pull the blanket from over the back of the couch and onto your bodies.

"Seriously, I want to get this done today."

"I know."

"You say that now but-" You’re cut off by Jimin leaning down to press his lips into yours, and you immediately melt into the familiarity of his plush lips.

When he pulls away, he brings his hand to your back, rubbing gentle circles through your shirt. "Just sleep for now, yeah?" You nod, your breath still gone.

Once you’re comfortable on his chest, you let your eyelids fall shut. "I love you, Jimin," you mumble, not really minding if he doesn't hear.

"I love you too, Y/n," he says back through his sleepy haze. He peeks an eye open momentarily to take in the tree one more time. As much as he complained about getting up early, seeing your shared hard work made it worth it. The moment he’s in right now is more than worth it.

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[hobeemin]

Tinsel & Tae

🎁 Genre: Christmas AU, Fluff, Romance, Slice of Life, Non Idol AU

🎁 Pairing: Kim Taehyung x (f) Reader

🎁 Rating: pg

🎁 Warning(s): break ups, fainting, crying, Taehyung being the sweetest big brother, lots of fluffy fluffiness

🎁 Word Count: 2k

🎁 Credits: Beta read by the awesome @nightshadevinter​ 💜 you’re the best!!

Banner resources found here (png & photo stock) and here (psd coloring)

🎁 A/N: @cest-la-tae​ Daija!!! I’m your secret Santa 😀😁 I had so much fun getting to know you dear! I hope you enjoy this little fic

Y/N pressed her ear to the phone receiver, brows furrowed. Maybe she heard it wrong. As soon as the message ended, she pressed the prompt to repeat it.

“YN listen, I…uh…I know this is a crappy way to end things, but it’s not working for me, and I believe we want different things. I hope you find someone worth your time. Love you. Oh, and Merry Christmas.”

Nope, that’s what she heard. She stared at her phone in disbelief. Really? A break up on Christmas Eve? Her hands shook as she placed the phone into her locker. She put her head inside and screamed into her coat. Her co-worker and close friend, Jungkook, entered the employee break room whistling, setting his bag down, but paused once he saw her head buried in her locker. He watched her curiously.

“Everything okay, Y/N?”

She sniffed, removing her head from inside, and slumped down onto the bench. She rubbed her eyes, trying to fight the tears. “No. Everything sucks.”

He groaned, joining her on the bench. He didn’t like seeing her in this state. He just opened his arms, allowing her in, and she began to sob, wetting his shirt in the process. It surprised her because he wasn’t super emotional, but he was here for her, which made her feel good to know he was supportive.

“He broke up with me on Christmas Eve,” she mumbled into his chest.

Jungkook frowned, shaking his head. “Seriously? That prick. Who breaks up with someone on Christmas. You don’t deserve that. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Y/N hiccupped and grabbed a tissue off the coffee table, wiping her face with a deep sigh. He patted her back gently as he stood. “You’re going to be okay, right? I can ask the boss if you need a replacement.

She shook her head, blowing her nose. “No. No. I need the distraction, but thank you.”

Jungkook smiled at her, tousling her hair, making her swat his hand with a smile, adjusting her hat. “Alright. Let’s get upstairs before we have a riot.”

She chuckled as she looked herself over in the mirror. Y/N smoothed the wrinkles from the bright green dress with red trimming. The bells attached to her dress and matching hat jingled as she turned around, giving herself one last look over. With a nod, she followed Jungkook back out of the breakroom.

***

“Attention holiday shoppers, the mall will be closing in twenty minutes. Please make all purchases at that time. Last call for Santa photos. Have a very Merry Christmas.”

Y/N wanted to jump for joy. At least that was good news. The day was almost over. She stretched, a smile across her face as the flash from the camera went off. With a giggle, she led the child towards their family with a wave. 

“Thank you! Merry Christmas!”

She turned, giving Ben, their department store Santa Claus a sigh.

“Is it me, or does the line seem to be getting longer?”

He and Jungkook laughed at her comment. “It’s just you. Relax, we’ve got only twenty minutes left, and then we’ll be free of these–,” he stopped whispering as another family came up for pictures. “HO HO HO! Merry Christmas! Tinsel, bring some candy canes up!”

“Right away, Santa!” Y/N ran over to the basket and handed one to each kid. “Welcome to Santa’s shop! I’m Tinsel, Santa’s elf in charge!”

Soon the kids posed as Jungkook took a few photos, handing the parents the film with a smile. “Take this over to the booth to pay. Merry Christmas!”

Taehyung held his little sister’s hand as they walked to the middle of the mall. “Hurry, TaeTae! I want to see Santa!”

He chuckled, squeezing her hand as she dragged him along. “Be patient, Soyoung. We’ll get there soon enough.”

Soyoung pouted, tugging his hand. “B-But the store is going to close!”

Taehyung sighed, quickening his steps. “Okay. Okay. I’ll walk faster.” He adjusted the bags in his free hand as they walked faster. They reached the line moments later, standing as he glanced down with her. 

“We made it. Happy now?”

Soyoung nodded with a boxy grin. “Yes!” She bounced up and down. “I have a lot to ask him.”

“Now. Now. Santa is a busy man. Don’t overwhelm him, Soyoung.”

“I won’t, TaeTae.”

***

“Is it me, or is the room getting hotter?” Y/N asked, fanning herself. Jungkook looked up from the camera, shaking his head. “I feel fine.” She sighed, checking her water bottle. Empty. The lights around her only made it hotter to stand. Y/N looked over the line. Only a few families left. She could get through it. Hand out a few more candy canes, take some more pictures, then head home to a large glass of red wine.

Taehyung grinned as they reached the front of the line. “Almost our turn Soyoung!”

She jumped with a giggle. “Yay!”

But as Soyoung stared at the bright lights, decorations, and Santa looming in the large throne, her face paled. She whimpered, trying to hide behind Taehyung.

“I-I don’t want to see him.”

Taehyung’s brows knitted, staring at her. “But you were excited a minute ago.”

She tugged on his coat. “I changed my mind. I don’t wanna see him.”

Taehyung sighed, crouching down to her eye level. “Soyoung–”

Her eyes welled with tears as she began to cry. People began to stare, making Taehyung flustered as he tried to calm her down, but she wailed louder.

Jungkook looked up at the noise and waved at Y/N. “Code blue Christmas!” 

Ben groaned, rubbing his forehead. “This is our last customer. Y/N, take care of it.”

She sighed as she walked over them with a smile, grabbing the basket filled with assorted candy canes. She crouched down by the crying girl and held one out for her.

“Hiya! I’m Tinsel. Are those tears I see?”

Taehyung smiled at Y/N and stood up. “Hi Tinsel,” he brought his sister forward. “This is Soyoung. She’s a little scared to see Santa.”

Y/N smiled at her. “Hi, Soyoung. Why are you scared to see Santa?”

 Soyoung sniffled, drying her eyes. She looked at Taehyung as he nodded for her to talk. “He looks scary.”

“Scary?” Y/N gave her another smile. “Santa is the biggest softie. He wouldn’t hurt a fly. Trust me, I know. I work for him.”

“You do?”

“Uh, huh. The reindeer would agree too.”

“I-I don’t know–”

“How about I walk up with you, and we’ll talk to him together. What do you say?”

Soyoung clutched Taehyung’s coat staring at Y/N. “Only if he can come too.”

Y/N nodded. “Of course, your dad can come.”

Taehyung’s cheeks became flushed as Soyoung giggled. “Uh, she’s my little sister.”

Y/N covered her mouth as she got flustered. “Oh, goodness! I’m sorry. I thought–”

He smiled with a boxy grin. “No worries. It happens all the time.”

Y/N held her hand out for Soyoung to take. “Well, Miss Soyoung, let’s see Santa with your big brother.”

Soyoung took Y/N’s hand as shyness took over and walked up the trail to see Santa Claus. Y/N gave Jungkook a nod as if to say, ‘everything is fine’ and stopped in front of Ben.

“Tinsel reporting for duty Santa. I have a new friend who is anxious to see you!”

Ben held his stomach and let out a jolly belly laugh. “Well, hello there!”

Soyoung waved, shuffling her feet. “Hi, Santa.”

“Why don’t you come on up and we can chat?”

The shyness dissipated as she walked closer and stood next to Santa Claus. They chatted animatedly. The smile on her face grew more and more as she leaned over and whispered in his ear.

Taehyung exhaled as he turned to look at Y/N with a smile. “Thank you.”

“It was no trouble,” she answered. “I was happy to help.”

Taehyung stared at her for a moment, blushing. He couldn’t help but notice how cute she looked in the elf costume. He wasn’t one to be awkward; in fact, he was pretty confident in most situations, but being in front of her made him a little infatuated.

“Miss Tinsel?”

Y/N was about to speak up just when a wave of dizziness hit her. Everything went black as she fell backward into the side of the North Pole sign.

“Miss? Miss? Can you hear me?”

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open. As everything began to focus, she could see Ben, Jungkook, Soyoung’s brother and Soyoung standing near her. Y/N tried to stand as Taehyung held his hand up to stop her. “Don’t move; you might have hit your head during your fall.”

“I’m fine,” she said as her cheeks warmed. She hated having them fuss over her. Besides the slight bump she could feel forming, Y/N felt fine. Jungkook glanced at Ben nervously. “Should we call an ambulance?”

“Guys, I’m fine. Seriously. I think I’m just dehydrated,” she rambled.

Taehyung shook his head. “We need to be sure.”

Jungkook went off to grab his phone and make the call. Y/N sighed as she still laid on the ground. Taehyung noticed how uncomfortable she looked and helped her up to lean against the stairs. “Santa, can we get her some water?”

Ben nodded as he walked away. Soyoung sat next to them, the worry crossing her face. “Is Tinsel going to be okay?”

“Of course, I am Soyoung. Just felt a little dizzy. Even elves get hurt sometimes,” she reassured the little girl. Soyoung seemed alright with the explanation and sat there in silence. 

Soon enough, Jungkook came back with two EMTs in tow, and Taehyung pulled Soyoung back to give them room. They checked her vitals, stating she was a little overheated and dehydrated. They gave her a sports drink to replenish her electrolytes and told her to take it easy.

Taehyung watched from afar with Soyoung, still concerned. Soyoung glanced from her brother to the elf and pulled on his coat sleeve. “TaeTae?”

“Yes, Soyoung?”

“Do you want to know what I asked Santa for?”

Taehyung peered down at her curiously. “What?”

“I asked for you to meet someone pretty and nice,” she whispered.

Taehyung felt his heartache. “Soyoung–”

“I-I know you get lonely sometimes. I just didn’t want to see you sad anymore.”

Taehyung wrapped his sister in a hug. “You’re the sweetest little sister.” He grabbed her hand and walked over to Y/N. He stopped a few steps away and turned to Soyoung. “Wait here for a moment, okay?”

Soyoung bobbed her head up and down as Taehyung stepped forward.

“Miss Tinsel?”

Y/N sat up from the stretcher as her eyes rounded. He was still here. She wrapped her hair around her ear, having removed the elf hat, and smiled. “Uh, hi there. You can just call me Y/N. Tinsel retired for the night.”

They shared a laugh for a moment. “Well then, Y/N. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Kim Taehyung.” He returned the smile, tucking his hands in his pockets. “Some way to end a shift.”

Y/N nodded in agreement. “I’ll say. My life’s filled with never-ending incidents.”

Visibly nervous, Taehyung scratched his nose. “I don’t usually do this, but...uh, you’re probably the cutest elf I’ve ever met. Um…would you like to go out sometime?”

Y/N, taken aback, stared for a moment. She recovered, feeling a bit bashful. Though the pain of her recent breakup still lingered, she gave him a genuine smile. 

“As much as I’d love to, I just got out of a breakup...more like today, but I wouldn’t say no to getting drinks, maybe coffee?”

Taehyung grinned. It wasn’t a complete rejection, but something. “Of course.” He pulled out his phone as Y/N typed her number into the contacts. He smiled, placing it back into his pocket. “Until then, I wish you a merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas to you too, Taehyung.”

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[shuadotcom]

Feel Free | KSJ

⭈ Summary: Seokjin finds his way back to what he loves. ⭈ Pairing: None. Just Seokjin and his feelings. ⭈ Genre: Slice of life, anime au ⭈ Rating: G ⭈ Warnings: None ⭈ Word Count: 736 ⭈ A/N: For BHQ’s Anime Club Event! Thank you @amazing-flurryfries​ for the prompts! 💙 Sorry it took so long but it’s here! This is inspired by season 1 of Free! (mostly because I still have to finish season 2 😬)

amazing-flurryfries said: Hi, Flurry here! Don't know, if you're still taking requests for the anime club drabble, but should you do, could you write for Mr. Worldwide Shoulders and anime inspirations Free! and if possible the dialogue prompt 11? Would be great :)

The smell of the saltwater. The sounds of the crowd around him. The feeling of the spandex of his swimsuit hugging his legs. The sensation of the cold water swirling around his body as he moves. Seokjin didn’t realize how much he missed competitive swimming until he experienced it again after a year.

As his race ends and he lifts himself up from the pool, he takes in a huge gulp of breath and listens to the audience cheering for his university. His eyes scan everyone around him before setting on his team. Namjoon, Jimin, and Hoseok are cheering his name the loudest as he watches his time appear on the scoreboard next to his name. He’s come in second place, but at least he beat out-

“Good job,” Yoongi mumbles, not sounding all that congratulatory. He shoulders past him where the rest of his team is waiting. Seokjin thanks him even though he’s of earshot, watching his former best friend’s receding back.

Through the tournament’s excitement, Seokjin feels a pang in his chest at the memory of the friendship he and Yoongi once shared. Going from friends to rivals happened all in the blink of an eye, and at some point, Seokjin let himself forget how much he loves the water and gave all of that up.

While he won’t outright admit it, he’s grateful that Hoseok forced him back into it.

”What do you mean you want to get the swim team back together?” Seokjin asks, unimpressed. He has a final tomorrow, and Hoseok’s unannounced visit is cutting into his studying time.

“You heard me! You’re about to be a senior, Jin. You’re going to graduate and be done with this school. Why not go out with a bang and remind Yonsei who you are!?” Hoseok’s words attempt to get Seokjin fired up, but in all honesty, the older man just wants to get back to his studies.

“Hoseok, thank you for stopping by,” Seokjin starts, slowly beginning to close the front door. “But I can’t just guess on Professor Choi’s test tomorrow, so I-”

“Are you even happy anymore?” Hoseok’s voice is somber this time, causing Seokjin to falter.

“What did you say?” With the door now open all the way, Seokjin sees Hoseok’s usual jovial expression replaced with an uncharacteristically serious one.

“You heard me. Ever since you quit competing and left the swim club, all you do is study, study, study. I’ve never even seen you swim for fun. You can’t let Yoongi keep stopping you from living your life.”

“He’s not...I don’t…”

“You can’t let someone else make you hate something so important to you. To hate something that you used to love is such a painful feeling. Don’t you want to feel happy and free again?”

Hoseok’s words echo through Seokjin’s mind. More than anything, he wants that. He wants to feel free and happy again. He wants to swim and compete with his friends. He wants to do what he loves.

“It’s not too late?” Seokjin whispers, almost afraid to say it too loud.

“It’s never too late, Hyung!” Hoseok, back to his usual, boisterous self, pulls Seokjin into a hug. “We gotta call Jimin! He’s been bugging me for like a year to get you to rejoin! We’ve got a lot of training to do!”

“Earth to Seokjin!” Hoseok’s voice breaks him from his reverie, returning him to the present.

“What?” Seokjin’s eyes focus on both Hoseok and Namjoon in front of him.

“I said, the breaststroke is next! Jiminie is about to compete!” Hoseok motions to their youngest teammate in question who is stretching, nerves written all over his face.

“You got this, Jimin!” Seokjin and Namjoon call out in unison.

Jimin looks up to see his hyungs flashing him identical grins and thumbs-ups. He gives them all a wide smile in return, his shoulders visibly relaxing.

As the three older men walk back to their section to watch Jimin swim, they pass Yoongi and his team. He and Seokjin make eye contact, and Seokjin is first to nod. Surprisingly, Yoongi nods back. Seokjin wants so badly to say more, but decides against it and follows his friends instead.

Things may be different from how they used to be, but maybe one day, they’ll all be okay again. For now, Seokjin will just enjoy how he feels at this moment. Happy, loved, excited, and free.

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[hobeemin]

Kiss Me at Midnight

🎉 Genre: Fluff, Romance, Smut, f2l, Humor, PWP

🎉Pairing: Min Yoongi x (f) OC feat. ot7 

🎉 Rating: 18+

🎉Warning(s): self-consciousness, insecurities, shyness, kissing, alcohol, sexual humor, teasing, consent, fingering, foreplay,  oral (female receiving), protected sex, penetrative sex, light dirty talk, cuddles, aftercare

🎉 Word Count: 2.2k

🎉 Credits and Shout outs:  

Banner resources found here

Thank you to @nottodayjjk​​ for reading this lil gem :3 love ya and happy holidays!! 💜💜

@agustdsbbygirl​ sorry this is a little late but here you are! I hope you enjoy it😊 💜

🎉 A/N: for the BTS Halloween-Holiday Bingo @btsholidaybingo​

Bingo Square: New Year’s Eve

The champagne bottle cork popped into the air as the group cheered loudly. Jimin beamed as he held the bottle and began to pour the bubbly liquid into awaiting champagne flutes. Yoongi grabbed two, giving Jimin a quick thanks, and walked over to his date. She was talking with Namjoon and his girlfriend, eyes sparkling as she laughed. Yoongi stepped forward, clearing his throat, and she turned with a giant smile. 

“Thank you, Yoongi.” She took the champagne flute and sipped it slowly.

Namjoon nodded in approval pointing his thumb towards her. “She’s great, Hyung. How were you able to get this lucky?”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, giving Namjoon a light shove. “Shut up,” he turned to her with a smile. “Is the drink alright, Londyn?”

She nodded, taking another sip. “It tastes great.”

A blush tinted Yoongi’s cheeks, making Namjoon snort. Seeing his friend all bashful in front of a woman was surprising. He must like her a lot. 

“Alright!” Hoseok came into the living room, drink in hand, cheeks already rosy from the alcohol. “Let’s get this New year’s Eve party underway!” He pointed to everyone with a wide grin. “Grab a drink or two and sit down.”

Everyone clamored onto the couches and chairs around the room. Yoongi found a place for Londyn and him to sit on the loveseat, getting comfortable. Hoseok and Jimin stood holding up their glasses.

“We’re happy we all could be together on this night. Yes, our schedules are crazy, but we are a family, and we love each and every one of you.”

A chorus of ‘awws’ filled the room, making Jimin and Hoseok beam happily. Jimin looked over at Londyn and winked. “Welcome to our crazy little tribe.”

She laughed, raising her glass. “Thank you.”

Hoseok downed his champagne with a sigh and looked around the room. “Alright, before the clock strikes midnight, I think we should play a game.”

Jungkook looked from his phone with his brows furrowed. “Seriously, Hyung? A game?”

Jimin reached over and pinched his cheek. “Yes, little Kookie, a game.”

Namjoon grunted as he sat up. “What sort of game?”

Hoseok shrugged nonchalantly. “Easy. Never have I ever.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Anything but that.”

Taehyung wrapped up in his girlfriend, looked up and grimaced. “I’d rather streak outside.”

Jimin rolled his eyes. “Trust me; I’d rather not see it. C’mon, this will be fun. What’s that saying? Should auld acquaintances be forgot and never brought to mind?”

Jin entered with a tray of assorted meats and cheese, chuckling. “As juvenile as it is, I don't see why we can’t have a little fun.”

“Exactly! Let’s shed all those things and bring in the new year with a bang,” Hoseok exclaimed excitedly.

Yoongi gave Londyn an apologetic look and squeezed her knee gently. “You’re definitely in for a treat.”

So far, the game was going well. After countless refills, the room buzzed with drunkenness. Currently, Jimin –no shocker– and Taehyung had the most fingers gone. 

It was back to Jimin’s turn, and he was ready to pull the punches. He smirked, giving Londyn a mischievous look. Out of all the other members, he knew her the best. He swayed a little from the alcohol giving a small hiccup. 

“Alright...um...never have I ever...faked an orgasm.”

Everyone’s eyes darted around the room. Londyn shot Jimin a look before dropping one finger. Yoongi’s jaw dropped as he stared at her. 

“Londyn?”

Her cheeks grew hot as she waved her hand across her face. “I-I...listen, it’s not a big deal.”

Jungkook’s eyes grew big as he leaned in, hand on his chin. “This is gonna be good. Spill it, Noona.”

Did it get hot in here all of a sudden? Londyn felt like she was under interrogation. Ten pairs of eyes held their gaze on her. She tried to shrug it off, looking anywhere but at anyone, Yoongi included. 

“I...well, I’ve never had an orgasm before,” she mumbled.

You could almost hear a pin drop. Londyn stood, placing her glass on the table. “Excuse me,” she murmured, running into the restroom. Hoseok nudged Yoongi with a frown. “Go check on her.”

Yoongi stood and walked into one of the bedrooms and knocked on the ensuite gently.

“Londyn?”

He could hear rustling and the toilet flushing followed by the sink running. A second later, she opened the door wide enough for him to see her face. His expression softened upon seeing her eyes slightly red.

“Wanna talk about it?”

She shook her head, looking down. Yoongi put his hand against the door and leaned in. “You plan to stay in the bathroom the rest of the night?”

“I’m just embarrassed.”

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” he reasoned.

“I'm in my twenties and never had a real orgasm, Yoongi.”

He pursed his lips in thought, “Okay, but–”

Londyn gave a tearful sniff as her eyes welled up. “How are we gonna work if I’m broken?”

Yoongi gave a soft chuckle lifting her chin to look at him. “Babe, you’re not broken.” He pushed the door open wider and stepped inside, closing it behind them. “I think you just haven’t found the right partner yet.”

Londyn’s tears stopped as she looked up at Yoongi curiously. “W-What do you mean?”

He smirked, those dark eyes boring into hers with smoldering lust, and caged her against the sink. “What I mean,” he leaned in and nuzzled against her cheek, “is that I want to offer myself to you. I want to make you feel good, make you shake under me.” He kissed the small spot behind her ear, making her legs wobble. “Can I do that, Londyn, make you feel good? Show you what you’ve been missing?”

She felt breathless. Her hands gripped the front of his jacket to keep her steady. In one swoop, Yoongi picked her up and set her on the sink counter. Luckily the ensuite contained a countertop. He pushed the products off to the side as he gripped her waist. His eyes darted down to her lips, biting his teasingly. 

“I’ve wanted to kiss you all night.”

Londyn felt her walls clench at his words, letting out a mewl. “P-Please do.”

Yoongi gripped the back of her head and brought her lips down on his, moaning at how she felt against him. It was frantic, hungry, passionate. All the emotions he felt, bubbled to the surface. His fingers dug into her legs, wrenching them apart.

“I’ve wanted you for such a long time,” he confessed shyly. Londyn blushed, avoiding his gaze. “Yoongi, you’re just nice.”

His fingers, ones she’d always admired, stroked the heated skin of her inner thigh  languidly. “Trust me; this is more than being a nice babe.” His stare sharpened while fingering the material of her dress. “But I’m patient. I won’t do anything you don’t feel comfortable with.”

Londyn leaned forward, cupping his face, and gave him a chaste kiss. “I-I want you, Yoongi.”

His eyes darkened, and he yanked her dress up, revealing her tempting lingerie. The dark lace accentuated her curves and dips. Pupils blown, he forced himself to stare back up at her face. “I need you to be clear with me. Green if you want it, yellow if I need to slow down, and red to stop completely.”

She nodded in understanding. Yoongi tapped her leg lightly. “I need words, darling.”

“G-Green,” she answered softly. 

Yoongi bowed his head and traced her thighs lightly with his hands before making his way to her underwear. Though he wanted to rip them off, he used his self-control to tug them down to her ankles. 

“A-Are my shoes going to be a problem?”

By now, he’d bent down to eye level. His eyes glanced at the stiletto pumps adorned on her feet. He smirked, touching the leather with a groan. “Not at all. I want you to keep them on.”

Londyn let out a moan at his words as Yoongi gazed upon her sex, already slick with arousal. With some hesitation, he leaned forward and gave a cautious lick against her lips. Londyn whimpered at the sensation, trying to squirm. But Yoongi’s hands gripped her thighs to keep her still. After finding her clit, he swirled it in his mouth, humming softly against it, causing the young woman to vibrate on the counter. Londyn could see stars in her vision; someone was taking the time to make her feel good. Her eyes closed as she threw her head back against the mirror trying to stay coherent, but only sounds of whimpers and moans filled the ensuite. She could only think about Yoongi and his mouth working wonders on her.

The sensation grew gradually, making her want it more. What was this feeling in the pit of her stomach? Yoongi sensed it as he noticed her hips rotating against him. He pulled away, licking his lips. Londyn’s eyes popped open to stare at him.

“W-Why you’d stop?”

Yoongi smirked as he got off his knees and pulled her into a kiss. “I’m making this memorable for you, Londyn.” 

He took one finger and placed it at her entrance. “Need to make sure you can take me.”

She groaned, feeling his digit slip past her folds and beginning to pump slowly. Londyn gripped his shoulders, moving his jacket down, and bit into his shoulder. Yoongi grunted as the pain made way for pleasure, loving her reaction to him.

“Another finger?”

“Y-Yes. Please.”

Another slipped past, massaging her walls. Yoongi took his time, wanting her to feel just as good as she was making him. Yoongi loved the expressions she made. It was innocent but filled with want and lust. He could feel her muscles clenching around his fingers, knowing she was close. He bent forward, kissing along her neck and jaw.

“Are you gonna cum for me, babe?”

“U-Uh, huh,” she whispered, rutting against his fingers.

“You’ve wanted this for so long?”

“Y-Yoongi, please. I want to cum so bad. Please,” she pleaded, eyes shut tight, teeth clenching. She was almost there. It seemed like the feeling was climbing but never falling. 

“Yoongi...Yoongi...I-I think...I–”

As quickly as the feeling came, it disappeared. Londyn cried out in frustration as Yoongi removed his fingers. He wagged them at her before slipping them in his mouth to taste. “Not yet.”

Londyn felt like she was going to throw a tantrum. “S-Stop teasing me!”

Yoongi reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Don’t you trust me?”

Londyn pouted but nodded at him. “I-I do, but–”

“No buts. Give me a color,” Yoongi instructed.

“Green,” she answered.

Yoongi unbuckled his pants, the belt clinking as it fell on the counter. Londyn let out a needy whine at the sound. For some reason, it made her even more aroused. Yoongi, always the one to notice specific cues, smirked darkly. 

“Ah, you like the sound of the belt. Next time we’ll try that,” he teased, dragging his pants and boxer briefs down just enough to past the swell of his ass. He yanked open one of the drawers on the counter and drew out a condom wrapper. He took no time ripping it open and rolling it onto his length. Still erect and red from hardly any attention, the precum dribbled from the tip. Yoongi panted as he lined himself against her pussy. He brought his lips to hers in a searing kiss, tasting her tongue as the light notes of champagne lingered. 

“Color.”

“Damn it...green. Green!”

Yoongi’s hips pistoned forward, filling her up all at once. It knocked the wind out of her as they both let out groans. They remained still for a few minutes until Londyn lifted her head from Yoongi’s shoulder.

“Yoongi, please.”

His thrusts started slow, so she’d feel every inch of him massage her walls. His brows furrowed in concentration. Never had he felt this way before. She was something special, something he wanted to cherish for as long as breath filled his body. He coaxed her with soft words, rubbing her back as they moved in their own rhythm. Londyn felt alive in his embrace. Yoongi knew he was close but wanted to see Londyn fall apart first. He suckled on the spot on her neck, rutting against her.

“Londyn, just let go. It’s alright. I’m here.”

It was as if a wave crashed over her at once. At first, no sound formed through her opened mouth until the adrenaline came, making her cry out into Yoongi’s awaiting mouth. He devoured her moans and whimpers as he followed suit, her name on his lips.

Breathing hard and motionless, Yoongi rested his chin on her shoulder. Londyn stroked the back of his neck and scalp. From the living room, they could hear loud shouts and cheers through the walls.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

Yoongi lifted his head, meeting her eyes, and they let out a laugh. Londyn kissed Yoongi’s temple softly and nuzzled against him.

“What a way to bring in the new year.”

He kissed her slowly, a smile on his face. “Probably the best yet.”

“Happy New Year, Yoongi.”

“Happy New Year, Londyn.”

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Resurrection ~ Ep. 5

📺 Genre: Horror, Thriller, Drama, Action, Romance

📺 Pairing: Kim Seokjin x (f) OC

📺 Rating: 18+, TV-MA

📺 Warning(s): Strong language, character death, depression, violence, zombie violence, guns, threats, seduction, kissing, handjob, breast play, oral (female receiving), exhibitionism, penetrative sex, protected sex (yes, even during an apocalypse), after sex cuddles, kidnapping

📺 Word Count: 6.3k

📺 Credits: Beta read by the marvelous @yoongs-jeontae​​ 💜 ily sis

Banner resources found here (png & photo stock)

📺 TV info: Everyone thought it a myth…legend even, buried away as time moved on. Centuries of secrets and lies for the better of the country. No one knew what to expect. Two brothers. One’s quest for power may lead to destruction. The other, a scientist teaming with a head strong detective and her partner to right the wrongs made. Will they be successful or fail?

📺 A/N: Part of the DramaVers Collab hosted by the amazing and lovely @namluve​

Numbness vibrated through her being. Imogene remained quiet the entire ride up. It seemed as if she shut down all emotions in her body. 

They reached the main lobby and stepped out. The sunlight peeked from behind the clouds. Jin tapped Jungkook’s shoulder and pointed at the windows. Dark red streaks painted the windows and doors.

“What do you think happened?”

Jin frowned, staring hard. “I think they tried to get in here last night.”

Jungkook hummed. “Do you think your brother got out before the attack?”

“Most likely,” he answered bitterly. His eyes went over to Imogene. She’d found a place to sit off in the corner away from them. He dropped his voice for only Jungkook to hear. “Is she going to be alright?”

Jungkook looked up from checking his ankle and bit his bottom lip. “Honestly I don’t know. Yoongi gave his life for us to get out of the lab. Imogene looked up to him like a father figure or big brother.”

Jin sighed. “Do you think I should go over there?”

Jungkook shook his head. “Let her be. Let’s worry about getting out of here and back to the car. All the weapons are in there and we need to plan our next move.”

“I think–”

The sound of his ringer made both men jump. Jin pulled it out of his back pocket and peered at the caller id. He swore out loud and slid the button on the screen, making sure to hit the speaker button for Jungkook to hear.

“Namjoon? What the hell. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine Jin. It’s good to hear your voice. I’ve been trying to contact you all night! I thought the worst.” 

“No, no. I’m fine. I was in the lab all night… a long story. Where are you? Aren’t you still on Jeju Island?”

“No. I’m back in Seoul.”

Jin sputtered incredulously. “What? How?”

Namjoon’s voice sounded haggard as he let out a quiet chuckle. “Long story. Listen I’m at my old place. Can you get here?”

Jin glanced at Jungkook getting the approving nod. “Yes. I’m bringing a few...friends. Is that alright?”

“Sure. Get here quickly.”

“See you soon.”

They clicked off and Jin gave Jungkook a look. “Guess we’re going to see Namjoon.”

“Who's Namjoon?”

They both jumped in surprise as Imogene walked over to them. Her face remained expressionless as she glanced at Jin. He tugged on his ear avoiding her gaze.

“He’s a close friend of mine. We were colleagues. I went to Jeju Island to study the resurrection plant. We were the ones to find it.”

Jungkook’s jaw dropped. Imogene narrowed her eyes at him. “So you’re telling me you ass hats were the ones that started it?”

Jin held his hands up defensively. “What? No! Do you think I would have given that plant to the company if I knew what it did?”

“Men have done stupider things,” she spat as her fist balled. 

Jungkook placed himself in between them, more so to keep Jin from getting his face knocked in. He gripped Imogene’s arms and frowned. “Now's not the time Im. Chill out. We’ll figure this out. Has Jin put us in danger yet?”

As she opened her mouth, Jungkook held a finger up. “Don’t answer that.”

Imogene wiggled from his grip and pushed him aside. Her shoulders bumped into Jin with a huff as she walked by. Jin’s face became flush with embarrassment. Jungkook slapped the back of his shoulder making his knees buckle. 

“Might wanna let her cool off. I’d suggest keeping your distance. C’mon and let's get to this friend’s place.”

---

“What’s our status?”

Taehyung swirled in the chair at his desk and pressed his fingers together. “Not good. Bangtan LabCorp has been overridden. How are the other locations?”

“There have been sightings, but nothing out of the ordinary. We’ve kept the media out the loop. When we do release information, we’ll say it was a water contamination issue.”

Taehyung stared at the screen with a nod. “That works. It seems the problem is only in the Seoul area. If we can keep it quarantined, things can go well. I don’t want the military involved until the level reaches orange.”

“Very well Kim Taehyung. Keep us notified. We expect results.”

Taehyung smirked with a nod. “You’ll get your product as long as you get my money.”

“Very good. Best of luck.”

Taehyung bowed his head, clicking the screen off, and closed his laptop. He padded around his penthouse staring out the windows. Hands collapsed behind his back, he watched as the early morning sun rose over the horizon. Had he been smart with his decision the night before? He furrowed his brows deep in thought. Jin could ruin everything if it got out. He was positive the problem had been taken care of. 

Still, he always needed to make sure his loose ends were tied up. He pressed the intercom on the desk as a gruff voice spoke up.

“Yes, Taehyung-nim?”

“Get the car. We’re going for a ride.”

---

Jin decided to drive once more to let Jungkook rest his ankle. Imogene opted for the backseat, mumbling about needing space. Jin let her be but caught himself catching glimpses of her in the rearview mirror periodically. 

They arrived at Namjoon’s place at a reasonable time despite Jin getting lost on the way. As they reached the apartment complex, Jin stopped the car at the entrance to the parking garage.

“Should I chance it?”

“Didn’t you mention those things like dark places?” Jungkook asked.

“Shit. Good point. The street it is,” Jin muttered, finding a parking spot that was accessible. “Luckily he lives on the first floor,” he said getting out of the car.

Imogene grabbed a few guns tossing one to Jungkook. Jin’s eyes widened. “What’s with the guns?!”

She glared at him with a snarl. “This–” she waves the gun wildly, “isn’t leaving my side! I’m not going anywhere without it again.”

There was no use arguing. Jin just simply nodded and walked up to the gate and pressed the buzzer. Jungkook followed with Imogene not far behind. Seconds later the gate buzzed open. Imogene and Jungkook were on high alert as they walked through the courtyard. The silence left them tense. Jin walked on as his eyes scanned the area for anything peculiar.  Not even a flutter from the curtains of near windows. It made the hairs on his neck rise. 

In the corner of his eye, he noticed a door open and sighed in relief as Namjoon’s face appeared. He waved them over and they ran over entering his place. Namjoon closed the door, locking it tightly, and began to push a large cabinet in front of the door. Jin helped him until it was flushed. Jin wrapped him a hug breathing out a sigh of comfort. 

“It’s good to see a familiar face.”

Namjoon laughed, patting his back. “Not without trying. Thanks for coming by.”

Jin pulled away, gesturing to the others. “Namjoon this is Detective Park Imogene and her partner Detective Jeon Jungkook.”

Namjoon gave each a steady handshake. Imogene was the first to notice the bandage on his left hand. He’d done a haphazard job wrapping his hand up. 

“How’d you hurt your hand? Looks pretty messed up.”

The man coughed, adjusting his glasses, and moved over to Jin. “That’s why I called you over.”

Jin’s brows knitted in curiosity. “Why?”

Namjoon stood as he paced along the floor looking visibly uncomfortable. “Well after you left Jeju Island, I just couldn’t shake the feeling something bad was going to happen. I sat on that feeling for a while and took a ferry a few days ago. I went straight to your place–I remembered where you kept the spare key–and stopped by, but you weren’t there.”

Jin nodded, a feeling of uneasiness went over him as he listened to Namjoon speak. His friend never looked this distraught. He placed his hand on Namjoon’s shoulder letting the weight ground him. “It’s alright. Namjoon just tell me.”

Loud barks interrupted them as Sasha bound into the living room running straight to Jin. She propped up on her hind legs pawing at him with a whine. 

“Sasha!!”

Jin scooped her into his arms as she covered his face in kisses.

“I missed you too baby,” he cooed, holding her tight. A snicker made him look up to see Jungkook’s shoulder shaking as he laughed silently in the corner. 

Jin’s face reddened as Sasha cocked her head to the side. He placed her on the floor as she walked up to Imogene sniffing around her ankles. She decided the woman was friendly enough and gave her a tentative lick. Tongue lulling, Sasha pawed at Imogene begging to be petted. Jin chuckled, giving Imogene a nod.

“She likes you.”

“I see,” Imogene answered. With some caution, Imogene began to scratch behind Sasha’s ear, earning her a bark of approval and when she rolled onto her back to receive a belly rub, Sasha wouldn’t leave her side. She was just equally attached to Jungkook as well, curling in his lap as he stroked her fur.

Now that the excitement died down about Sasha returning, Jin turned to Namjoon. He’d finally decided to sit on a stool at the counter table.

“Where did you find her? I’ve been trying to get in contact with Abby? Have you seen her? Is she okay?”

Namjoon rubbed his forehead. “About that–”

A sound from behind a closed door made Sasha jump off Jungkook’s lap. She growled as her ears flattened. Jin’s eyes went from her to the door. Sasha wasn’t an aggressive dog. Sure she barked at strangers, but overall she was friendly to anyone.

Imogene and Jungkook stood, hands on the guns at their hip. “What’s behind the door?”

Namjoon stood at once knocking over the stool he sat in and ran to the bedroom. “You have to know it was an accident.”

Jin pressed his lips together. “Namjoon, you’re scaring me. What happened? What accident?”

Jungkook clenched his jaw stepping forward. “If you don’t open the door, I will.”

The defeat in Namjoon’s face was apparent as he struggled with coming to terms with it. He exhaled deeply and twisted the doorknob open. Jin walked forward and looked inside. He let out a yell, falling backward. Imogene and Jungkook ran inside after him. She nearly dropped her gun at what she saw. 

One of the creatures was tied to the bed, lashing at them. Teeth bared as blood dripped from her mouth. She pulled at the restraints wanting nothing more than to attack. Jin stood, getting a closer look only to find a charm necklace hanging from her neck.

“Abby?”

She hissed trying to bite Jin. He jumped back blinking. Imogene turned to Namjoon. “What the hell? Why is she here?”

Namjoon slid to the floor tugging at the strands of his hair. “It happened so fast. When I went to your place, Abby was waiting there with Sasha. She remembered me from before and we chatted, wondering where you were. She saw the note you left and we were going to go to Bangtan LabCorp,” his voice got shaky as he explained further. “As we left your apartment, one of those things attacked us. I tried to fight it and managed to subdue it, but another came from behind and tried to jump me. Abby jumped in the way and it bit her.” He choked back a sob as Jin felt his heart sink.

“How–”

“We were able to make it back here. She was in a lot of pain but managed to stay coherent. I tried my best to clean her wound but it spread so quickly. She told me to tie her to the bed so she wouldn’t hurt me,” Namjoon looked up as his face was shining with tears. “She saved me because she said I would be the person to help you fix this. I watched her transform into that thing.”

“I had almost had her tied up, but–” He removed the bandage from his arm to show a large bit imprinted on the side of his hand.

Imogene and Jungkook pointed their guns at him, cocking the chamber back. “Jin, stay back. He’s infected!”

“No!” Namjoon stood waving his hands. “I’m not, I swear!” He looked at Jin with pleading eyes. “After Abby bit me, I thought I was a goner, but I ran to the bathroom and submerged my hand under the water. I-I can’t explain it, but it left the wound.”

Jin turned to the detectives. “Let him explain.”

They lowered their guns and gestured for him to leave the bedroom. Everyone walked out as Abby let out guttural snarls until the door shut. Namjoon ran into the bathroom and brought out a tiny glass bottle filled with liquid. “Look at this Jin,” he said, handing it to him.

Jin held the bottle up and stared. Small worm-like things laid at the bottom of the bottle. 

Imogene peered over his shoulder as she shuddered. “What the fuck is that?”

“That is what’s on the plant. That was the bacteria we found from before. These worms live on the plants and when they're injected into a person, the worms are the cause of it!”

“That...fuck,” Jungkook looked bewildered as he sank down onto the couch, Sasha jumping in his lap to lick his face.

“You’re telling me that these things are transferred from the bites?” Jin felt dizzy as he leaned against the couch taking deep breaths.

“Yes. That’s exactly what I’m saying. And water kills them,” Namjoon explained.

“Why can’t you put her in water?” Imogene asked, staring at him.

“It would kill her. Abby is too far gone,” Namjoon said as he glanced back at the door. “I promised I would help you find a cure. And that’s what I intend to do.”

Jin picked up Sasha with a nod. “Alright. Let’s get to work.”

----

Imogene cursed, turning the dial down on her radio. The feedback alone would give her position away. She looked around the deserted street, eyes scanning for any signs of the creatures. Good so far. Imogene hid behind a car flipped over near the entrance of the store. 

The snow flurries fell to the ground, dusting everything. Winter had come to Seoul. Maybe making a supply run alone wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but they were running low at Jin’s place. Usually Jungkook would watch from a high-rise making sure she was covered if the creatures were out. But today was her turn to take watch and she made a detour to an abandoned corner store. 

Three months and no luck of a cure. Seo-bi’s notes were a start, but nothing was said about a cure being found. After the incident at Namjoon’s place, they opted to move to Jin’s place for safety reasons.

She pulled out her wristwatch and glanced at the time. 

“Okay, fifteen minutes ought to be good. ”

Briefly, she closed her eyes,  got up and ran into the store. Glass littered the ground as she stepped inside. To her relief, the place hadn’t been picked apart just yet. She ran over to the aisle for medical supplies, stuffing gauze, ointment, and rubbing alcohol into her bag. Her ears perked, listening for any sounds, and continued her task. Imogene ran into another aisle happy to see liters of water still on the shelves. She grabbed as much as she could carry, making sure to take some canned food and ramen packets. 

Imogene glanced down at her watch, noting she still had time and noticed a door behind the register. Her interest piqued as she stepped towards it. Hand on the doorknob, she made sure the silencer was secure. The last thing she needed was to attract anything her way. Not wasting any time, she opened the door only to recoil from the stench. Imogene gagged as she stepped away, leaning over the counter. Three creatures laid on the floor of the small storage room. Unmoving, she knew the slightest noise would wake them. She closed the door cautiously and stepped back, not realizing her hip bumped a box of toys.

The sound that followed made her wince as the toys crashed to the ground. The sounds of hisses grew louder from behind the door. She wasn’t going to stay behind to find out. Imogene grabbed her bag and sprinted out of the store, noting the sky had begun to darken more. The door crashed open as the creatures came out to chase her down.

“Shit!” 

Imogene turned on her radio as she ran. “Jin? Jin! Pick up! I’m coming your way!”

The radio static crinkled as Jin hit the button.

“Imogene? Where are you? You were supposed to be here an hour ago. Hurry your ass! There’s some activity coming your way!”

“Listen. Now is not the time for a lecture, just have the side entrance open for me!”

Bullets whizzed past her as she wove around the debris. The creature in hot pursuit until the thuds behind her indicated all the targets had been disposed of.

It wasn’t long before she made it back to Jin’s apartment, taking the side entrance. She hurried up the stairs breathing hard as she knocked on his door almost collapsing against it. He opened the door, rifle in hand as he let her in.

Imogene threw the bag down on the floor and dropped onto the couch catching her breath. Jin handed her a small bottle of water,  and sat next to her. She swallowed half the bottle before speaking. 

“Your aim is improving.”

“Forget my aim. What the hell did you think you were doing going off on your own? You know we have a buddy system Imogene.”

Her expression changed from exhausted to annoyed in a matter of seconds. “It made sense to go out while I was on watch.” Sasha ran in as Imogene picked her up and stroked her.

“Stop being so brash. You’re going to get yourself killed,” he fussed, glaring at her.

Ignoring him, she began to stand as Sasha jumped from her to go over to Jin, barking for attention. Imogene removed her jacket and threw it on a chair as she stood. “We need to be more careful going on runs. I ran into some of those things at the store. They seem to hide in dark areas when it’s daylight.”

Jin removed his glasses as he leaned against the couch, rubbing his eyes. He scratched Sasha’s ear thoughtfully. “It’s just as Seo-bi described. These creatures...zombies if you want to be technical, are active not just at night, but the temperature affects how they move around. She wrote they are the most active in the fall and winter when the ground is colder.”

Imogene scowled as she sat there. “You failed to mention that.” With a groan, she rubbed a knot at the base of her neck. “Where’s Jungkook and Namjoon?” 

Jin sighed, sitting back as Sasha curled against him. “They went to get more ammo.” 

Imogene rubbed her eyes as she felt the exhaustion set in. All the adrenaline from before now had settled. She sat up stretching her limbs. “Fine. Tell me when they get home. I’m heading to sleep.”

She walked out of the room, heading to one of the guest rooms. Sasha perked up from Jin’s lap and trotted after her just before the door closed. 

He was worried about her. Imogene hadn’t come to terms with her Captain’s death yet. Spending much of her time getting into dangerous situations. She only left her room to run for supplies and slept the rest of the day. She was self-isolating and didn’t open up to Jungkook. It wasn’t healthy.

His ears reddened thinking about a talk he and Jungkook had the other night on the roof while he kept watch.

Jin sighed. “I-I don’t know what you want me to do Jungkook. You’re her partner, the closest thing she has to family. What good could I do?”

“It’s easy to see that you both like each other,” the younger male blurted out.

Jin laughed in disbelief. “That’s...no...I mean...please...whatever. I’m not into her.”

Jungkook nodded in agreement. “Bullshit. I notice how flustered you get around her.” 

Shaking his head of the thoughts, he reached for the remote and turned on his television. Luckily the city was now aware of the disease. Saying it was a disease made it easier for people to stay cautious. Martial law was instated, making sure people remained in their homes until the government took the necessary steps to rectify it. He watched as the newscaster, from the safety of her home, spoke into her camera, still warning people of attacks. 

“Remember to not leave your homes. The military will be here soon enough.”

Jin turned the volume down on the television rolling his eyes. If only they knew what he did. He was sure Taehyung was behind this coverup. Saying it was a pandemic to keep the panic down. He slammed his fist into his hand. His brother would pay. 

He leaned back staring at the ceiling and his eyes darted towards the guestroom. The door opened as Imogene entered decked in just a long shirt drying her hair with a towel. Jin straightened his posture as he looked forward. 

Imogene raised her eyebrow at how awkward he was being and joined him on the couch. She tucked her feet in under her butt and pointed at the screen.

“They say anything worthwhile?”

Jin chuckled bitterly. “Nothing. I think Tae is covering up most of the deaths.”

“Wouldn’t put it past him,” she replied drily. “You said they say it's some pathogen from an illness, right?”

“Yeah. Bangtan LabCorp is ‘looking into a vaccine’. I call bluff. They don’t know anything.”

Imogene hummed, propping her elbow on the arm of the couch, resting her fist under her chin. Silence fell over them as the news played in the background. Imogene’s mind was elsewhere. She snuck a glance at Jin. His hair had grown longer over the past months. Exhaustion and stress etched his features. She knew he and Namjoon were hard at work attempting to make a cure, but with limited supplies, it seemed fruitless. Still, she couldn’t help but feel more attracted to his new rugged look. Without much thinking, like most things in her life, she crawled over to Jin. He must have really been deep in thought to not notice how close Imogene was because he didn’t react until her lips were on his neck.

Jin jumped with a yelp glancing at her, hand on his chest. “Imogene! W-What are you doing?”

Imogene sat back giving him a hungry stare. “What do you think? You’re quite intelligent Jin. You must know what I’m doing.”

He felt flustered as he tried to put some distance between them. “Don’t you think this is sort of inappropriate?”

“No.”

“No?”

“We’re two attractive individuals. There’s nothing wrong with intimacy.”

With a dubious laugh, Jin placed a throw pillow in his lap. “I didn’t say that. I just think that having our minds on that wouldn’t be smart. Who knows when Namjoon and Jungkook return.”

Imogene snorted, running her hands through her damp hair. “So you’ve never wanted to fuck me?”

If it was possible for steam to spill from someone’s ear, Jin would have been the top candidate. He fumbled trying to think of a response. Of course he thought of that. He was human after all. His eyes darted to Imogene as she sat there. The trickles of water from her hair dripped onto her shirt– a white top nonetheless. It seemed his eyes kept giving away his answers. The swell of her breasts were outlined perfectly. Jin caught himself wetting his lips several times.

“Imogene–”

“Kiss me.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“I–it’s not that simple.”

“Yes it is. Don’t think, just do it.”

Jin struggled to keep his senses, but she stood there so inviting. She wanted him and he wanted her. Would he worry about the repercussions? Of course. But for now, his libido was winning this battle against his mind. 

Without another word, Jin grabbed Imogene by her wrist bringing her to straddle his lap. Her lips crashed against his, dominating the kiss. His arms were limp at his sides at the sudden assault, shocked at her bold advances. 

As he came out of his daze, he placed his hands on her hips, massaging the warm skin. Imogene shuddered against him, wrestling her tongue with his. Her hands dragged down his chest fumbling with the buttons until she pulled away for air. Jin's chest raised as he gazed at her. Imogene smirked moving to nip at his bottom lip. She tugged on it with her teeth eliciting a hiss from him.

“You have amazing lips,” she cooed as her lips traveled to his jawline, leaving small nibbles here and there.

Jin groaned softly, hands traveling from her hips to her backside, cupping each cheek generously. He gulped as she reached his neck, making his hips shift under her. He dragged his hands back up to her hips keeping her anchored as her tongue trailed along his pulse point. 

“F-Fuck Imogene,” he grunted deeply.

He felt her lips smile against his skin. “I’m just getting started.”

Jin felt hot all over as his pants grew tight. Short breaths spilled from his nostrils as he felt his cock grow hard with each kiss on his neck. Normally he was the one to make any first moves, but this was new territory for him. Imogene knew what she wanted and how to get it. It was a breath of fresh air, and if he was being honest, she was turning him on. 

Imogene moaned as she felt his erection press against her mound. She purred, moving up to his ear biting the lobe gently. 

“And you thought this was inappropriate.”

Jin pulled her away to stare into her eyes. “You really walk a fine line Imogene.”

“Always.”

Her eyes dropped down to the growing bulge between his legs and smirked. “Mind if I take a peek?”

Jin bit his lip, the hunger growing in his eyes. “Please do.”

She made a show of unbuttoning his pants and tugging down the zipper slowly. She liked what she saw. Already half mast, he was an adequate size. The veins in his shaft bulged as the head of his cock wept with precum. Imogene drooled at the sight.

“Shit.”

Self-consciousness took over and his face grew hot. “I-It’s not a big deal.”

Imogene giggled as she placed an affectionate peck on his lips. “You’re much too modest Jin. But that’s what makes you endearing.”

He leaned in and kissed her slowly, the infatuation taking over him as it grew in intensity. He let out a sharp inhale as she wrapped her hand around his length, pumping him at a snail’s pace. His hips jerked as he clenched his jaw, shutting his eyes. Soft pants escaped from between his lips as she worked him over. His fingers tickled her bare skin under her tank top. Eyes blown out in desire, Jin snorted through his nostrils as he tugged on the bottom of it.

“May I?”

Imogene slid her tongue over her lips and smirked. “You don’t have to ask.”

He wasted no time, wrenched it off her body and discarded it on the floor. He sucked in a breath as he stared at her breasts, snug enough to fit in his palm. He squeezed one, dragging his thumb over an erect nipple. Imogene let out a breathy sigh as he put his focus and attention on them. Jin bent down still squeezing and tugging on the other breast while his lips sought the suppleness. He suckled gently, teeth dragging making her fingers dig into his thighs. Imogene adjusted her position on top of his lap to straddling one of his thighs, grinding against it. He held her in place, his free hand placed delicately on her lower back.

So caught in each other, they didn’t hear the electronic beep from the keypad on the door. Namjoon and Jungkook walked in talking and joking with each other. Jungkook moved into the living room carrying his bag as he looked around.

“Hey Jin, I–”

Jungkook dropped the bag, jaw dropping at the sight. Imogene opened her eyes at the sound, a look of annoyance on her face.

“Oh, you’re back.”

Namjoon stepped in sipping a juice box. He noticed Jungkook’s reaction and followed his gaze over to the couch. The drink slipped from his fingers and landed on the floor. Jin twisted around as his face turned bright pink.

“Oh shit! I–”

He busied himself trying to cover up Imogene, only to have her slap his hand away. “It’s fine Jin.”

“N-No it isn’t!”

Jungkook averted his gaze focusing on a spot on the wall. Namjoon mirrored Jungkook’s action. “Uh well this is awkward,” the botanist mumbled.

Imogene rolled her eyes. “It’s getting crowded in here.” She stood, holding her hand over her chest and grabbed Jin’s hand. “I think we’ll be better off in the bedroom.”

Jungkook didn’t look away from the spot until he heard the bedroom door close. He and Namjoon made eye contact and made a nervous chuckle.

“That was...uh interesting.”

“No shit. Not what I wanted to walk in on,” Jungkook grimaced with a shiver.

---

Taehyung watched the men gather supplies and weapons from the racks on the walls. A hooded figure moved to stand beside him, observing the action as well.

“Are you sure it’s with him?”

Taehyung hummed, running his hands through his hair. “I’m positive. We checked the lab after he escaped and the book wasn’t there.”

The person sighed deeply, the tone not amused. “Where do you think he’s hiding?”

“It’s been hard to keep track of what he’s up to, but I’m positive he’s holed up at his place. We checked Kim Namjoon’s apartment and it was cleared out. They’re up to something,” Taehyung explained.

“Be sure you get the book. Too much is at stake to be careless,” they warned.

Taehyung dismissed them with the wave of his hand. “Don’t be so brash. You’ll get it back. My brother is no closer to finding a cure for this. We’ll be rich soon enough.”

“I’m counting on you Taehyung. Don’t let me down.”

Taehyung gave a short bow, smirking. “That won’t be a problem.”

One of the men holstered a gun and turned to Taehyung. “We’re almost ready to go to Taehyung-nim.”

“Good, we head out before sunset.”

---

Imogene pushed Jin onto the bed. His back bounced on the mattress as she climbed on top of him. A teasing smile of her face, she dragged her nails down his shirt. 

“Much better scenery.”

Jin, albeit turned on, raised himself up, resting on his forearms. “You’re not embarrassed?”

She gave him a dumbfounded look. “About what?”

Jin scoffed, gesturing to the door. “About what just happened!”

“Um no,” she stated. She sat back on her heels with the tiniest of frowns. “Jin, do you not want to do this?”

Jin moved so he was at eye level with her, his hand on her waist. “Of course I want this.” He moved his hands to squeeze hers, giving her a reassuring smile.

Imogene leaned, kissing him hard, wrapping her arms around him. Jin wasted no time gripping her waist and flipping them over. His body loomed over hers as he tugged her shirt up. Sucking in a breath, he looped his finger under the band of her underwear, meeting her gaze. Imogene bit her lip, squirming under his gaze.

“Go ahead.”

He licked his lips pulling down her underwear and tossed it over his shoulder. He spread her legs, bending down and ogled at the sight. 

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

Imogene wiggled under his gaze as his finger stroked the seam of her sex. Her head tossed against the pillow. “J-Jin, just do it!”

He smiled with a nod, taking his time as his tongue slipped from between his lips and licked along her lower lips. Imogene gripped the comforter as curses flew from her mouth. Her free hand went to grip his hair, pulling him closer. He obliged by taking her clit into his mouth to suckle. Imogene cried out from the sensation. Her hips rutted against his mouth trying to reach her goal. Jin slipped two fingers into her sex, pumping slowly. 

“Fuck Jin...ohgod...right there!”

---

Namjoon and Jungkook heard the noises rising from the bedroom and gave each other a look. 

“Um I think I’m gonna go do a lookout for a bit,” Jungkook said, grabbing a few handguns and a water bottle.

Namjoon stood, putting on his jacket. “I’ll join you.”

---

Jin came up for air, face slick with her arousal, licking his lips. Imogene’s eyes popped open from the abruptness. She glared at him. “W-Why you’d stop?”

He grinned, getting on his feet and removed his shirt, pants, and boxers. “I want you to come on my dick. Is that alright?”

Imogene shivered at the tone of his words. So unlike him, but seemed appropriate. She sat up removing her shirt and tilted her head at Jin playfully. “Then hurry up.”

He crawled back onto the bed, reaching over into the drawer and pulled a small foil wrapper out. “Patience.”

Annoyed, Imogene pushed him on the bed, snatching the condom from his hand. She shook it in front of his face teasingly. “You take too long,” she teased, tearing it open with her teeth. She rolled it on, making Jin groan.

Once it was secure, Imogene straddled him, teasing against his crotch. Jin’s hands shot up to grip her sides, squeezing. “D-Don’t tease me.”

Imogene smirked, whipping her hair to the side. “I’ll do what I please dear.”

At that moment she sank down on his erection, both groaning as they joined. Imogene let out a breathy sigh adjusting to his length and girth. Jin grunt as her wall clenched around him. “Oh fuck.”

She moaned finding her rhythm as she writhed on top of Jin. He moved his hips, helping her ride him. Sounds of their bodies moving and moans filled the room. Jin grabbed her breasts squeezing them and toying with her nipples. Imogene hissed riding him harder wanting nothing more than to release. “J-Jin I’m gonna–”

Jin flipped her on her back rutting against her. He pulled her leg over his shoulder getting a better grip. Pumping harder, he watched her face in fascination. 

“Imogene, cum for me. Please. I wanna feel you.”

A few more words of encouragement had Imogene toppling over the side, nails digging into his back, crashing her lips against his. Jin twirled his tongue with hers, moaning into her mouth as his thrust quicken to make his release. Imogene held him watching his expression through wet eyelashes. His concentration focused as he let out an elongated groan and collapsed against her.

They stayed like that, just taking in the silence, breathing hard. Jin eventually rolled off her as his strength returned. Imogene lay motionless until, much to her surprise, he pulled her against him. At first she started to protest–cuddling wasn’t something she’d ever done–but the sensation of his fingers along her back made her naturally mold against him. He smiled into her hair continuing his strokes.

The smell of the shampoo that lingered made him nostalgic. But how? And then he saw her. The kind eyes. Full lips. Hair always pulled back except those stubborn curls that didn’t stay. The wittiness and slight sharp tongue. 

“Seokjin.”

Jin gasped as his eyes opened. Imogene looked up with concern. “Are you okay?”

He glanced at her and around the room. Still here. He sighed looking up at the ceiling for a minute and nodded. He placed a kiss on her forehead giving her a comforting smile. “Yes. Much better than before.”

Imogene wrapped her leg over his, getting comfortable. “Good. I don’t intend to move from here for awhile.”

Jin laughed quietly as he snuggled closer to her. “That’s not a problem.”

---

Who knew how long they’d been asleep, but the sudden feedback from a megaphone jolted the couple awake. Confusion and distortion crossed their faces as they stumbled around the semi dark room. Jin threw on his pants as Imogene squirmed into something, reaching for a gun.

The sound of his phone made him jump as he picked it up, still perplexed it still worked.

“Hello Seokjin.”

Anger crossed his face immediately. Imogene gave Jin a look as he pressed the speaker button.

“What do you want Taehyung?”

“What, I can’t speak to my brother? I was fairly surprised to see you made out the lab.”

“No thanks to you,” Imogene blurted out.

“Is that the detective I hear? Lovely killing two birds with one stone. I have some people here you might know.”

Rustling could be heard on the line as struggling was heard.

“Im! Don’t do what he says!”

“Jin! They have people out–”

Imogene’s eyes widened. “He’s got Jungkook and Namjoon!”

Jin’s eyes narrowed as he snarled. “This is low, even for you Taehyung.”

“Desperate times call for desperate measures big brother. I need your cure and the book. Now.”

Jin stared at the phone incredulously. “What?! But I don’t have one!”

“You’re lying! You have until dusk to give it to me or I feed these pieces of shit to some lovely creatures. Is that clear?”

“Taehyung–”

“By dusk or else.”

The phone line clicked as Imogene and Jin sat in the room staring at each other in silence.

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